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hello! i was wondering if it was possible to write a poly!marauders story about y/n using their safe word during overstimulation and the boys stopping to help them through aftercare.

i love seeing the proper use of consent in your stories and would just like to see one ab the care given when you sometimes need to stop mid way.

love your stuff!

A/N: I loved this request, thank you for sending it. I hope you (and everyone reading) are having a lovely weekend!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, rough sex, intense, overstimulation, use of safe word, bdsm, dom/sub, size difference, panic attack, overwhelmed, crying, hurt/comfort, praise kink, aftercare, cuddling

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Overwhelmed. That was one word you’d use for the current situation.

Your body was coated in all manners of different bodily fluids including sweat, spit, your juices and two other clumps of cum, one that was dribbling out of your mouth and the other was being used as lube by the third person involved.

Remus’s towering form was hunched over you, his cock pumping into your highly sensitive, sore cunt. It had been hours of intense fucking from all three of the marauders, so much so that a faint buzz had settled in your ears, muffling the voice of your boyfriend as he tried to coax another orgasm. “I know you can do one more for me love, just one more”.

“No”, was your exhausted response, eyelids drooping.

The word ‘no’ may have been muttered by you but it wasn’t necessarily a stop word, not in the current dynamic of the relationship. The four of you had a very specific dominant and submissive relationship and abided by the colour-coded safe word system, or if one of the three boys deems you’d been going for too long, everything would stop. This was meant for certain scenes to play out, you could say certain words to play along but if red or yellow was even mentioned, all trust was in the men looking after you to stop.

Even in your delirious, fucked-out mind now, you were still aware of these rules and even though it was a relentless session, you were holding out on the hope that Remus would be cuming soon, needing him to find his fulfilment.

However, the minutes ticked by and his thrusting continued with no end in sight. It hadn’t only been a long day, it had been an intense weekend. One day led into another and upon waking the euphoric, happy buzz that filled your veins with adrenaline had you instantly jumping onto one of the Marauders.

Now it was taking its toll, the pleasure seeping away and replaced with stinging, aching and discomfort. The thought of even another orgasm that would cause your pussy to flutter and spasm had a sense of dread, something you never thought would even cross your mind. However, glancing up at Remus, seeing the lust in his eyes, lips still moving in praises meant to make you feel safe and you did for the most part.

The thought of him cuming, finding his thrill and coating your insides to mix with the other Marauders cum was what kept you going and even though the safewords did momentarily cross your mind, the worry of them being upset that you were in pain and the embarrassment was enough for you to hold your tongue.

Remus slowed down his thrust, his scarred hand gripping your jaw sturdily, thumb moving to swipe across your lips, capturing the dribble of cum and pushing it into your lips. Happily, you sucked on his thumb, hoping the sight would excite him and it did for you too, the salty goodness a quick distraction.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me, just want one more orgasm Pup”, his lips found yours as he finished his sweet praises. Remus knew the exact phrases to say, he was so tentative and wanted the best for your pleasure and this only added to your own reasoning as to why you wanted him to find his end rather than your own.

James and Sirius were the same, particularly today. This may be why you were extra sensitive, the two quidditch players had sucked, licked and fucked their way to so many orgasms you’d lost count before Remus had even touched you.

Remus lifted his upper body up, leaning on his knees between your legs, still thrusting slowly and you could feel the drag of his cock against your swollen walls. With a hand on each thigh, Remus hiked your legs up higher on his hips, the grip tight, making sure the two of you were moulded together but from this angle, it meant his cock could press that little bit deeper.

This only lasted for a couple of thrusts before the tall Gryffindor was relaxing his hold on one of your legs to idly rub circles against your overused, swollen clit. The feelings almost took your breath away, imaginary sirens blaring in your mind, immediately shouting “no”, eyes clenched closed and then the word was automatically stumbling from your trembling lips, “red”.

The sensations went from overwhelming discomfort to instant relief as Remus within a second was off of your person, hands untouching and cock swiftly pulling out, leaving you throbbing but empty.

James and Sirius were by your side in an instant as well, all three hovering over you and it was like a tidal wave of one area being overwhelmed from physical to mental. Guilt was the first one, the look of worry etched on each of their faces, you didn’t want them to feel like that, it was supposed to be a nice time, instantly regretted using the safe word.

“Love, look at us, are you ok? Did I hurt you, was it too much”? Remus’ voice was laced with regret and panic as he tried to soothe the skin of your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, your panic was engulfing, your body trembling with anxiety but this only caused the panic to increase as it felt like the world was collapsing in, the air seeming thick so you couldn’t breathe properly.

“She’s hyperventilating”, Sirius was the first to move, shifting his arm underneath your back, lifting up your body so he could easily slide behind, using himself to prop you upright. His lips hovered next to your ear, forcing you to listen to him, as the rest of him enveloped around you so his body heat could try and ground your panic attack.

James cupped your hands, holding them firmly whilst also stroking the back with his thumb in circles as Remus remained in front, cupping your face still.

Even though this situation had not happened during sex before, there had been occasions where you’d experienced panic attacks this severely and after much communication, they’d found that you liked to feel tight and contained, whether it was in a blanket that you were wrapped in or all of their bodies. The four of your bodies were still naked which also helped, to feel warm and safe in their embrace.

You were still struggling to stabilise your breathing into a normal pattern, heart pounding, feeling like impending doom, eyes tightly clenched closed but tears were still streaking down your cheeks. Remus was quick to catch these with his thumbs.

“Love, listen to my voice, I need you to look at me”, his voice was low and calm as he spoke, trying not to let his own panic about the situation dictate how he looked after you.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean- to say it-” you choked between quick breaths, beginning to feel dizzy, head attempting to lul back but unable to with the grip on it.

James lifted your hands up to his mouth, kissing your delicate fingers, shushing your words, and feeling his voice vibrate against your skin. Sirius was just the same from behind you, working with the two other marauders to use soft commands to get your breathing to calm.

“Stop talking sweetheart, I need you to open your eyes and look at me”, Remus continued, using a slight hint more authority in his tone, hoping to snap it through your anxiety. It worked as reluctantly your eyes snapped open, expecting to see him angry from stopping but all that was looking back at you were the warm eyes of Remus.

It was hard to try and rationalise any thought when your emotions were so heightened, knowing that it would have been absolutely fine otherwise but this had escalated so much in your mind that only the worst thoughts were circulating.

“Well done”, he made sure to add emphasis to the praise, to hope that you knew he truly meant it. “Now I need you to slow your breathing, keeping your eyes on me”.

The eye contact was helping but it did take a few attempts to stop trying to desperately take a deep breath. It was only when James moved your hands onto his chest that you could ground down to something, feeling his own breaths, how long he would breathe in for compared to breathing out. As you finally found any sort of rhythm with your breathing, were you able to concentrate on the others as well.

For example, Sirius’ soft commands of “in and out” as he moved his chest that was still holding you up, physically moving your body with him which helped immensely.

It took a while of stuttering and being forced to not talk but to only concentrate on your breathing, all the whilst holding eye contact with Remus. Eventually, you were calm, the sensation of doom or passing out having passed, only instead replaced with shame and embarrassment.

“That’s it, keep going, nice and slow”, Remus interrupted you as your mouth opened to speak but this was something you wanted them all to hear.

“I’m sorry”, your voice was croaky and barely above a whisper. The tears were still flowing and you were sure to look like a mess but from the sad smile Remus was giving you, he didn’t give anything away. Sirius’s gentle kiss against your neck made your heart beat a little quicker with how soft he was being, the subtle tickle of his long hair against your shoulders caused a slight shiver to pass through you.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for”.

“But you didn’t cum”, again shame was writhe throughout your body, cheeks heating as Remus continued to make sure you looked into his eyes.

“Love, I would never cum again if it meant that you were comfortable during these moments. Don’t ever apologise for using safe words, they’re there for all of our safety, we need to listen to each other.” His words were almost like a warm blanket, muscles relaxing slightly into all of their grips. Of course, you knew he meant those words and that was what had been discussed before and agreed to, just your anxiety and panic for some reason changed your outlook on it.

Finally, the tears slowly stopped dropping and Remus’ grip of your face relaxed, the warmth disappearing was a loss but automatically you were able to relax back into Sirius’ shoulder, turning into his neck as he held you.

“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” the words sounded just as ashamed as yours previously did.

“No, no it’s ok, it’s just sore and the thought of having another orgasm just set me off I think, I’m sor-”.

It was James to cut you off, lifting his rough hand to cover your mouth entirely, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’m banning the word sorry from your pretty lips”. Beneath his hand, you couldn't hold back the small smile, which he felt and was speedy to remove his hand so he could see the small spark of joy in your expression. “Ah, more of that please”.

The four of you sat in momentary happiness but the discussion needed to be had so Remus gently tipped your chin in his direction with a single finger. “Talk to me, so we know what we need to be doing better next time”.

“I’m just sore and overstimulated I think and I think I forced myself to go on for too long because I wanted you to cum but it was a little overwhelming”.

“I’m sorry, Love”, it was Remus now to look distraught at causing the discomfort but you were quick to brush that away.

“No please don’t be sorry, you didn’t know I was feeling like that”.

“I think it’s something we can all learn from”, James continued speaking on everyone’s behalf, taking a moment to pause and kiss your temple before continuing. “We’ll be more careful next time and maybe check in more frequently if you’re reaching your limit rather than just using the safe words. However, it is a group effort darling, we have safe words to limit the use of red so please if you’re ever feeling remotely uncomfortable, say yellow or red. Even if it's as simple as changing positions or having a drink of water, we will discuss it to stop it from getting to the point of using the red word and you being overwhelmed. And please never feel like you have to suffer just for our benefit, we can take care of ourselves if you don't want to continue, how does that sound?”

A lump formed in your throat as you stared into the big hazel eyes of James. How could you ever be worried that they’d be upset at you, they always made it known your priority was first.

“Yes, that sounds good”, you made sure to respond verbally, smiling as you finished the sentence.

Sirius’ kiss against your cheek had you turning towards him slightly as he asked, “how does it feel now? Are you still in pain?”

“It’s just all throbbing a bit”, referring to in between your legs.

“Can we check?” Nodding your head in response, Sirius helped to lay you back into the middle of the bed, kissing your cheek one last time before easing out from behind you. Remus and Sirius checked all over your body for any signs of injuries, the most obvious being the swollen and physically throbbing cunt.

James lay beside you, talking you through everything, keeping you smiling and occupied as Sirius found some cooling gel that had been previously used to help soothe when you were overused. Then as Sirius used his wand to delicately clean up the liquids coating your body, Remus sat on the edge of the bed, making sure that you drank a full glass of water, praising you when you handed back an empty glass.

He then too joined the bed, lying on the opposite side to James and handing everyone a chunk of chocolate from his secret stash, the sugar perfectly needed. Snuggled between James and Remus, you could hear Sirius shuffling around somewhere before he casually asked, “Have you guys heard of the muggle singer David Bowie?”

“Here we go”, James muttered to himself, sitting up to see what Sirius was doing. What proceeded was a lengthy performance filled with props, very off-key singing and theatrics from Sirius who was still very naked but that added to the performance. You laughed so hard that tears were forming in the corner of your eyes.

Even though it had been a stressful night, glancing at each Sirius, Remus and James, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. They made you feel safe, warm and happy.

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barnesbabee · 1 year

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[D]egradation || OT8

[ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴇɴᴄʏᴄʟᴏᴘᴇᴅɪᴀ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ D]

Summary: You find out your friends that you always thought saw you as "one of the boys" didn't exactly see you like that.

Pairing: OT8 x female!reader

Words: this is like the 3rd orgy that I write, you'd think I had one in the past but I have not

Genre: Smut

tags: @woosanbby @hwalysm

⚠️If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️

You, Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho had been friends forever. You met as kids because you lived near each other and grew up together. The four of you were inseparable, and the thought of growing up and being sexually attracted to each other wasn't a problem because they made sure to specify to all of the partners that came and went that they did not see you as a girl when it came to the way you behaved with each other. And while that was fine with you for the most part, you did wish they saw you as a woman, because getting tackled by men who grew up to be almost 2 meters tall wasn't a fun time.

In high school, five other boys joined your group: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San. They were incredible people, all different but you loved them all, and you enjoyed the time you spent together.

However, the recent additions caused a huge fight. You felt comfortable around the eight boys in general, but you didn't feel as comfortable as you did with Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho. You felt a little self-conscious when you all hung out and acted like one of them: play fighting, taking off whatever piece of clothing you were uncomfortable in, sleeping together when there were sleepovers, sharing intimate or private stuff that was on your mind... Nonetheless doing these things with guys you weren't well acquainted with was awkward. Sure, you had walked bare-assed in front of Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho, but that was just another Saturday for you.

The awkwardness and discomfort lead you to find some different friends, a group of girls that welcomed you when they saw you walking home alone after you had told the boys that you wouldn't be meeting them at Hongjoong's house that night. The original three boys you grew up with were beyond upset. They felt like they were being replaced, they missed you and they didn't understand why you were quietly drifting away. They didn't understand why you were choosing these girls you barely knew over lifelong friends... Was it because they were guys? Was the problem that unsolvable? Had they just lost you forever?

It wasn't until Yunho snapped one day and cry-yelled at you that you explained (in front of the whole group) that you didn't feel as comfortable with the eight of them as you did with the original three boys and it made it impossible to hang out altogether because it felt like there was a certain barrier.

"Y/N, I'm sorry I know this is between the four of you but I think I speak for the rest of us when I say that we all have different boundaries... San and Wooyoung are always on each other, cuddling and being mushy but Jongho clearly doesn't like that so they don't include him. Baby steps, Y/N, we're not all the same and enjoy being with you, we can compromise certain things to make you more comfortable... Until we all become closer, that is." Seonghwa, the voice of reason since day one, said, mid-fight.

That night you all got drunk and Yunho cried in your arms because he had missed you so much and then threatened to punch you the very next day if you ever brought up that moment.

Years passed and indeed you began feeling more comfortable around everyone else, and the boys you grew up with understood that although they saw you as an equal, they had to be careful 'cause they were a lot stronger.

Unbeknownst to you, you started becoming a real tease to them as time went by. Wearing their t-shirts, that were big enough to cover most of the "essentials" but still left some of your ass hanging out, whenever your nipples were visible through your shirts, when they could feel your tits press against them...

One particular summer day you were all hanging out, you were wearing one of Seonghwa's shirts and just trying to make a bowl of cereal. Mingi was sitting on the counter, already eating, while you struggled to get to the cereal on the top shelf. Your shirt was rising higher than usual, and Mingi could see your panties, the way they shaped your body, and the way your ass jiggled when you went from tippy toes to standing normally as you reached for the food.

"What are you looking at!?" You had asked.

Mingi then realized he was staring, and he realized what he was thinking of: grabbing your hair, bending you over right there, and fuck the innocence out of you.

"You just look particularly stupid today." He replied, trying his best to give a shitty excuse and not give in to his thoughts. Thankfully he always had good insults on his sleeve.

The staring was becoming increasingly common, and sometimes you caught them but never thought much of it: it had been so long since you'd been hanging out, surely one of them would've made a move if they were interested.

It wasn't until Yunho, fueled by the dirty thoughts in his head, straight up told you that you realized it and put the pieces together.

You were all hanging out in his living room, some watching TV, some gossiping, and some just on their phones. You were sitting beside Yunho, your naked legs on his lap. You weren't paying a lot of attention to him, you were listening to San gossip, until his hands separated your thighs. It was a little nudge, but it was enough to make you extremely aware of his touch.

Yunho felt a fire inside like he couldn't control himself anymore. He had seen you so many times but for some reason that day, he needed you. Your thighs on top of him, your shirt falling just in the right place to tease him, almost exposing your underwear but not giving him a peek of anything, the way you seemed to remain so innocent about everyone's intentions, his hands so, so close... Yunho couldn't help it.

After parting your things his hand slightly gripped the inside of the thigh closest to him. You felt something on the bottom of your stomach, it felt... nice. You didn't stop Yunho. His hand became a little braver, getting further and further up your leg.

Just before he could get to your pussy you gripped his wrist.

"Yunho, what are you doing?"

The question had a million meanings. You wanted to know what he was doing, where he wanted to get at, why he was doing it, why was he doing it in front of everyone...

Obviously what you said attracted all eyes in the room. Yunho gripped your thigh as if punishing you for alerting everyone else.

"Come on, don't act like you don't know that everyone in this room wants to fuck you." Yunho said, brushing your hair with one hand, contradicting the gripping of your thigh with a sweet act.

The room fell silent. The only thing that could be heard were the voices from the TV, and everyone had an undecipherable look on their face.

"What?" Was all you could say.

"I'm saying," Yunho paused and gripped your jaw, forcing you to look around the room "all of us want to fuck you. All of us."

You scoffed, surely he was taking the piss.

"Come on Yunho, stop joking."

He wrapped his large hands around your waist, picked you up, and put you down on his lap. Yunho rolled his hips up, so you could feel his hard cock.

"Does that feel like a joke?" He whispered in your ear.

"N-no..."

For the first time ever you were speechless around them. Your thighs were pressed together, you felt hot, and couldn't look anyone in the eye.

"Is... Is what he said true?" You asked, still unable to look at anyone.

Yeosang, that had been sitting beside you, grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

"Everyone in this room wants to use you like the whore we know you are."

While you were looking at Yeosang, you felt a pair of hands grab your thighs. You had been pressing them together, but stopped doing so, so the person you then recognized to be Seonghwa could spread them apart.

"Can we do it?" Seonghwa asked, his hand getting closer and closer to your core.

"Yes." You spoke without thinking. You didn't consider the aftermath or any other thing, you just said what you were feeling.

Seonghwa hooked one finger on the hem of your panties and pushed them to the side. His tongue worked on your pussy as Yunho's big hands trailed up your body and played with your breasts. Yeosang kissed you and your neck roughly.

You felt exposed, you felt watched, and you loved it. You loved the attention, you loved that you couldn't even count how many hands were on you.

You moaned into the kiss you shared with Yeosang as Seonghwa inserted one finger in you and kept eating you out. Yunho pinched your nipples and you arched your back in reaction.

You heard multiple groans echo in the room coming from the other boys.

Yunho was continuously grinding on your ass, and the pressure of his cock against your ass made it impossible not to get desperate. You softly pushed Yeosang away so you could speak.

"Fuck me Yunho, please."

Seonghwa pulled away and gave Yunho space to slide you down to his knees so he could pull out his cock.

"No need to ask twice princess."

Yunho rubbed his cock a couple times before finding your entrance and slamming you down on him. He gave you a couple seconds, before he began moving you up and down. Mingi stood up and removed your shirt so everyone could see your tits bouce, before giving you a quick, rough kiss. The tall man grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock and you began jacking him off as well as possible while being fucked by Yunho, who was absolutely mesmerized by the way your ass bounced against his thighs.

Yunho's hand gripped your throat.

"Look at you getting us off like a good whore, I bet you love being passed around, hm?" Yunho asked, then biting your ear.

You moaned loudly and nodded.

"Fuck, yes- I love it."

You heard Mingi scoff from above, before gripping your chin and making you look up.

"You were right Yunho, she is a filthy whore. We should've used her earlier."

"Don't tire her, we want to fuck her too." San demanded as he jacked himself off painfully slow.

Yunho slapped your ass and picked up the pace.

"Don't worry, she can take it."

The man was holding back, wanted to enjoy the feeling of being inside you, but when he saw Mingi cum all over your chest he came as well, buried deep in you.

Immediately after, San gripped your throat and pulled you up, until you were standing.

"On your hands and knees."

You obeyed his commands and got on all fours on the ground. Wooyoung knelt in front of you, his cock in your face, and San was being you. San was the first to enter you, with a groan. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at the place where you two connected as if it was a work of art, and since you couldn't see him, you wondered if San looked as beautiful as he sounded at that moment.

Wooyoung slapped his cock against your cheek.

"Come on baby, open up."

You opened your mouth and began sucking him off as he told you, making sure to maintain eye contact as you did so. Wooyoung grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, as both men found a rhythm to fuck you in.

Wooyoung's face alone was enough to make anyone want to cum: he had his eyebrows furrowed, cheeks red and mouth agape as he looked at you taking his cock. He brushed back his sweaty hair and moaned.

San switched between slapping your ass and gripping your asscheeks with his hands, absolutely loving the way they jiggled every time he trusted into you.

"I bet you love being watched and used by all of us, hm? Just like the pretty little whore you are, fuck, so, so good." San said, hissing and moaning almost after every word.

The eyes on you, the men jerking off to you being fucked, the dirty talk, and the way San was fucking you were too much to handle and you were close. You tapped Wooyoung's thigh so he'd pull out.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum-"

Hongjoong pulled San away from you and replaced his place inside you. You sat up slightly, in a way that you could jerk Wooyoung and San off but could still be fucked by Hongjoong.

"Cum on my cock, come on."

Like as if you were being commanded, you came, and Hongjoong filled you up right after, as he had been edging himself just for that moment.

Upon seeing your pleasure-filled face and hearing your moans as you came, Wooyoung spilled all over your face, followed by San who, as you guessed, looked absolutely beautiful.

Hongjoong pulled out so you could sit on the floor and finish off the last three men. You switched between jerking them off and sucking them off, ready to cum once more not long after, absolutely turned on by the view.

Seonghwa noticed the way you were grinding on the floor.

"Come ride me Y/N. Now."

You got on top on Seonghwa, and began to ride him, still jerking off the other two men. They came on your chest and face, but Seonghwa held off so you could cum again. He played with your clit and, once he felt you tightening around his cock, sat up and helped you bounce on it.

You came and he came at the same time. You were still holding onto his shoulders as you caught your breath together. He tapped your ass, wiped the cum off of your lips with his thumb, and kissed you sweetly.

"You okay?" He asked, with sparkling eyes as if he hadn't just railed you.

"I'm okay, I feel a little exposed but I'm okay."

Yunho helped you up and cleaned you up with his shirt as best as he could.

"Go on and take a shower, I'll find some spare clothes, princess." Yunho said, and kissed the top of your head.

He couldn't help but give your ass a light slap as it jiggled when you walked away, shyly covering your front.

"So is this like, gonna be a regular thing?" San asked.

"No! Weirdo!" You yelled from the other room.

Yunho looked at all his friends and then spoke.

"I got dibs on her."

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morskisir · 5 months

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Answer to this ask I had to post seperately because I reached the character limit or something.

OHHHH Anon you are not ready. I think about this bastard so much and too deeply.

Before I get into it:

I love how you worded this question- gives a nice atmosphere.

Just to be clear this is all about RED Sniper. I apologise to any BLU Sniper enjoyers for I don't have thoughts about that guy.

I'm not the biggest fan of the comics for many reasons so don't mind me retconning a lot of that.

In the end these are all MY opinions and views of him- if you don't like them that's no problem. It's free real estate.

And FINALLY; my thoughts, under read more:

OKAY, let's start with what even got me to interpret him the way that I do; hell yeah baby, it's Meet the Sniper time.

I've seen MANY people often assume that Sniper is one of the most normal/chill people of the 2fort nine- but the impression I got is that he wants you to think he's normal so desperately despite everything else pointing to how fucking weird he actually is. Simply noticing the stuff he's saying makes it a lot more clear. The very beginning where he goes "Boom, headshot," making light of taking another person's life so swiftly. "Cause at the end of the day; as long as there's two people left on the planet- someone is gonna want someone dead," really positive light you see the world in, Sniper.

Of course you can take this as him being "realistic", and I do agree he's more of a realist than a pessimist or optimist, but "...have a plan to kill everyone you meet," is SO fucked up. Why is his first thought when meeting someone to know how to kill them? This to me is him not being able to properly connect to other people/understand them or actually SEE them as people. Not to mention his smile after delivering that shot in the timelapse of him sniping (AND after stabbing Spy). This cunt enjoys killing. He's not the type to slowly kill someone or torture them- but he is the type to feel satisfaction after planting a bullet in someone; give himself a pat on the back for it- or perhaps find humour in the kill.

The conclusion this brought me to is that he is an unreliable narrator in "Meet the Sniper". (Also the "..be polite," line. Yeah, sure, dude. Your voice lines are very polite.)

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS FUCKING TEETH? The way his teeth look and how much they're shown to the viewer by exaggerating his mouth movements feels like a "this guy is NOT normal" sign. No one in the game has teeth similar to him and his canines are HUGE. Like holy shit, he's an apex predator.

A comment @cheebuss (I know you wanna get tagged) saw once has been a running joke between us- it was basically "He indicates so he's normal," which is fucking hilarious, but I can genuinely refute that point. First of all we see him fucking speeding in the beginning of the video- to be fair we don't know what the speed limit on this road is, BUT:

Cunt drives around with a broken side mirror. That's really unsafe, obviously. A good chunk of that mirror has gone to shit and he does not care to replace it (which feeds into my headcanon of him being stingy/not wanting to spend money because he lived on a farm and they did everything themselves). Speaking of his van; it gave me the impression he likes having everything he needs near him- he doesn't need a grand, expensive space to feel comfortable. (I headcanon that he's actually scared/unnerved by vast, empty spaces/buildings) ALSO I think he's messy and prefers the claustrophobia of his van. I like to believe his childhood room was much the same (to the detriment of his mother)- that's his safe space damn it!!!

And here I can transition into talking about his parents!!! : D Of course, not much was shown to us of Mr. & Mrs. Mundy, but we can still glean some stuff from the video- and partially- the comics.

His father very obviously disapproves of his job, calling him "a crazed gunman", and showing his morals do not align with Sniper's. Sniper calls for his mum during the phone call shown at the very end of the video- looking annoyed and somewhat distressed. It's clear to me that they've had this argument many times and Mrs. Mundy is the mediator in them. I think she disapproves of the job as much as her husband does, but is sick of hearing them argue to that extent. Regardless of this conflict, Sniper loves and cares for his parents- they are his world. He doesn't care for anyone else, most of the shit he does is for their sake and continuing to provide support so they can live a stable life at their farm as they get older. It's one of the nicest things about Sniper.

Although, I do think he struggled to get them to understand him properly. He is a quiet man who doesn't express a lot of his emotions. That will complicate things, especially if he doesn't talk about it- and he doesn't!!! : D

Despite this, I think they were the people he was closest to. Sniper, to me, is a guy who's never had friends and has been lonely as well as isolated his entire life. "Too weird to live, much too rare to die." And this is a VERY long time we're talking about; DECADES. Decades of minimum to no human connection. (Just to note; he is almost 50 to me. The comic writers fucked the timeline up and made him a 20 something year old. The Sin. Do not speak of it to me. It makes him less interesting/compelling I'm not kidding.) He is anxious in social settings, barely speaks up, and prefers to simply back away when he doesn't know how to deal with something. (SUPER DUPER AUTISM + SOCIAL ANXIETY!!!) Does he try to interact with his co-workers? Veeeeery little. He yearns for connection he convinces himself he doesn't need. He trusts no one. He's a mystery to them.

But hey!!! Less distractions from his job!!! (Bad transition) This man is genuinely incredible at what he does- I keep replaying the part where he reloads his rifle. He was not kidding about being efficient (he also kills the entire BLU team in that video??). The lad's got incredible patience, aim, control, and overall understanding of what he's doing. There's something fucked up about him observing the people he's targetting like prey, but let's leave that for when I mention his previous job as a tracker (if I do). I imagine the only thing he excelled at in school (he did go there!! He can write!!!) is maths, as that is very much needed when you're a sniper.

BTW I think he barely passed school; he hated being there, had no interest in school work and his teachers kept pestering him about his social life. Leave him alone, he doesn't need that (he does).

Most of his focus went to his parents' farm where I think he mostly took care of the animals....or went out to hunt them; which is how he learned to shoot out of a rifle in the first place. (His dad taught him.) He's not exactly an animal guy but he's also not not an animal guy.

It's complicated.

ANYWAYS, I've talked enough about one single video. Let's mention his in game voice lines a bit!

There's a LOT of material there but here's the stuff I want to mention:

He talks to himself a lot. He isn't out there with the others- his job is to be perched up somewhere high and shoot from a distance so he doesn't get spotted. He makes so many jokes that only HE's going to find funny, except "You've got a forehead on ya like a coffee table," which is genuinely the funniest thing he's ever said. Boy voices his thoughts and tries to entertain himself when he's alone- I don't judge him for that. He has to sit there for hours in complete focus (he helps himself via a lot of coffee). I DO judge the things he says, however.

He's violent. (WHAT!?) There's plenty of examples but I would like to mention one adressed to his teammates. One of the "Jeers" commands is "Should've saved a bullet for some of you blokes!" which, hey, what the fuck? That's scary. He got so frustrated he threatened his own team with murder. (It's kinda funny) To me this shows he's bad at controlling his outbursts or that he never learned how to deal with them. (Autism moment!!!)

He literally growls.

There's this line addressed to Spy: "What goes around comes around, you snotty little nance." If you're not aware- "nance" is derogatory Australian slang for a prissy, effeminate gay man. I headcanon Sniper as a homosexual man so it tickles me that he's so insecure about this fact. It's sad, absolutely, but I find humour in this horrible man being a homophobic homosexual. Project your insecurities onto a guy who can read people extremely well, why don't you. He won't do anything about it, I promise :) (Lie)

I was doing my best to not mention SniperSpy but CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS LINES AIMED AT SPY AND HOW THEY'RE DIRECT RESPONSES TO THINGS SPY SAYS? (plus the highest number of revenge lines he has directed at someone is Spy)

-> = response to:

"Aww, did I get blood on your suit!?" -> "You got blood on my suit."

"I was never on your side either! Wanker!" -> "I never really was on your side."

"Ah, my God, you've been shot. Did you get a look at the handsome rogue who did it?" -> "I'll see you in hell, you handsome rogue."

BY THE WAY, THAT LAST LINE? SPY ONLY SAYS THAT TO HIS COUNTERPART. WHAT, WERE YOU LOOKING AT HIM? WERE YOU WATCHING HIM ALL DAY? WHY DO YOU REMEMBER SO MANY THINGS HE'S SAID? WHY ARE YOU SO FOCUSED ON HIM? ARE YOU OBSESSED WITH HIM? ARE YOU OBSESSED? WHY ARE YOU OBSESSED WITH A LITTLE NANCY BOY? HM?

There is so much more I could mention. I think whatever thing he has going on with Spy is super important to him, but I will hold back for your sake as I can talk about this for hours. You have no clue how many parallels there are, etc.

Anyways, he's in Expiration Date! A little bit! He doesn't say anything. <3 I'm proud of him!!! <3

He literally just stands around ominously in the shadows (and finds RED Spy being made fun of very amusing).

"Hehe."

(I just noticed he took his watch off and put it on his vest. This is an autism moment because I, too, hate having something on me that I don't usually have so I need to balance it out by removing something else; if I have it on me. Either way it's sensory suffering.) (Him being super attached to his hat and glasses is also an autism moment. He is no one without them.)

And then he has that one part in The Bread Fight(tm) where he gets confused by Pauling and Scout pushing the bomb.

"Tails gets trolled" looking ass.

I like watching him fall over.

After he falls here, he takes his kukri out which was... attached? situated? It was behind the strap of his arrow carrier. I think that's cool. I also think he wouldn't be doing that during matches because Spy is very much capable of stealing it/putting it away without Sniper noticing, even if it was literally on his back.

Also, I am a firm believer in "Sniper can only do one thing extremely well and has little to no interest in creative stuff," so I disagree with the idea of him being able to play a saxophone. You could say he was made to do that in school, but this guy is a smoker. I do not believe he can do that. You cannot convince me.

I think that's enough! This doesn't even go past the hypothetical tip of the iceberg, but it's a lot of words. This is the very basic stuff you have to know about how I see this cunt.

Thank you for letting me share some of my insanity.

#ask #morskiwords #tf2 #sniper #sniperspy mention i gues #thank you so much for this ask i love talking about this fucked up thing i care about too much #i wanted to include the 'feelings?' line but id have to tackle too many things i hadnt even mentioned here #overall im really surprised at how little of my thoughts are in here. i guess you dont realise the extent you think about a character until #-you write it down #uh. yeah. im normal

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habeascorpseus · 2 years

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im curious, what do you consider ooc for grian? i agree w you completely but i would like to know 👁👁

ohoho *takes a BIG sip of my 5 hour energy and slams it on my bedside stool*

okay, so i HOPE this doesnt become a big old rant, because i really should sleep, but, the thing people misunderstand about him MOST, which therefore sort of branches into most other mischaracterizations i see with his character, is that he's not an asshole.

he's also not not an asshole.

here's what i mean: grian's moral compass is looser than a door without hinges, but his honor, and the honor of others, holds priority. in season 8 during the boatem prank war with big eyes, he aptly called his policy, "prank hard, clean up harder."

for the more innocuous offenses he commits, like pranks, and minor amounts murder, he will almost always feel bad and offer to help clean up if he feels like what he did is "too much." "too much" is dependent on circumstance, but most often it includes permanent loss of valubles- like armor, large amounts of resources, and hard to obtain items- which he will attempt to replace or make up for with helping the unfortunate recipient of his ill-fated prank with chores. "too much" also includes griefing and base editing whether it be accidental or on purpose- most notable examples being in season 7 when keralis discovered the "removing stuff from keralis' base" challenge, and rebuilding part of scar's base in season 8 after accidentally getting it blown up. if he feels like it's even partially his fault, he'll almost always offer to help fix the mess, even if he does complain about it the entire way though.

so he likes to fuck with people- he doesnt like permanent damage. that doesnt mean he doesnt occasionally want to cause permanent damage, such as in the life series, but he also often needs a reason to cause damage like losing lives or permadeath.

renchanting trap? scar wasn't doing his job properly as the only red life. tnt base trap? home no longer safe, revenge for pizza. killing jimmy and mumbo in last life? they provoked him and were reaping the consequences. killing bigb and ren in double life? they provoked him by (to his knowledge) being the cause of scar's death as a yellow life. no matter what death grian has personally called in the life series, either before or after it took place, you can find an instance of grian saying why he felt he needed to do it. and if the death is accidental, or accidental collateral damage, he tries to make up for it with his time and energy. (like with the physical objects.)

i see a lot of fics on ao3 with the tag "grian is an asshole in this one, sorry", and i dont normally read those, because those just leave a bad taste in my mouth- but i also see a lot of fics unintentionally write grian as more of a jerk because they forget he abides by honor. its not that grian isnt a murderer, its that he needs a reason to do it- or he'll excuse it after the fact with a reason. its not that grian isnt reckless with other people's lives, its that if he realizes the damage he causes is permanent he balks at doing it. its not that grian isnt an asshole, its that he likes to piss off people but wouldn't dream of purposefully damaging his friendships. grian, as a character, is defined by his willingness to push boundaries and his hesitance to cross the line. and far too often, people forget these two coexisting facts, and write grian as only being one or the other.

again, this is all mostly opinion and writing advice, and ive read fics where grian was ooc that i still enjoyed. but also sometimes you just look at a fandom and you're like "wow youre so valid but youre also wrong!" and occasionally i do be feeling that. in the end what matters is that the fic was fun to write, and the rant resulting from that is also fun to write. goodnight all,

#asked and answered #habeas speaks #spacemanxephos #not character tagging this #writing crit #i guess?#anyway

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veraghost · 2 years

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BEGGING for a continuation of Kenma and Kuroo tag team Kenmas gf reader where they actually have a threesome please and thank you 🙇🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

hi baby!! i'm happy you enjoyed my tag teamed stuff, this'll probbaly be short cause i'm super tired but i may write full fics for tagged teamed at some point!! here we goooooo!

ps, this starts right after the drabble for tag teamed so yea

nsfw under the cut, mdni or u will be blocked.

warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration, unprotected sex, oral (f+m recieving), dumbification, overstimulation, established relationship, polygamy??, face fucking, dacryphilia, squirting, cumshot, creampie, cock-warming

"y/n, tell kenma to get both your asses to my place, gotta see you cum in person." kuroo says over the discord call in a stern voice. you don't even need to tell kenma, his best friends voice carrying to his ears through the headset adorned on your head. ending the call, he picks you up and brings you down to the entrance, haphazardly putting on your shoes before making the drive to kuroo's house

it's short, kenma making quick work of the travel there, making it there in record time. opening the car door for you, he helps you out of the car - being the gentleman he was raised to be. taking out the spare key kuroo gifted him one year, he unlocks the door before letting you in before himself, locking the door behind the both of you.

you make your way to kuroo's room, making sure to be as quiet as possible, wanting to surprise the man. you don't know if kuroo was serious, but it wouldn't be the first time this has happened, far from it. kuroo's birthday gift a couple years ago was a lovely dinner with you, which ended in him and kenma fucking you into oblivion. since then, your relationship has become munch more than... normal.

kenma doesn't join you in the room, most likely letting kuroo have you to himself for once, letting him take out any pent up stress and anger on your body - not that you mind. while you wait, you make yourself comfortable in kuroo's room, taking one of his shirts to replace your small tank and slipping under his thick comforter.

you don't know how long kuroo and kenma take, busing yourself with cleaning kuroo's bedside table and scrolling through social media. when kuroo does come into the room, he's fresh out of the shower, shirtless and hair dripping water down his abs. his v-line going down to his hips, a happy trail in the middle leading to his dick, and although he's wearing sweatpants you can still see the beautiful outline of him.

he wastes no time in you, admiring the view of your body drowning in his old volleyball jersey, looking smaller than usual in the large shirt. your eyes look so innocent - far from what he knows is the truth. when kenma enters the room, he sits on kuroos gaming chair, not even bothering to watch the scene in from of him, just putting on kuroos headphones and picking out a game he'd enjoy.

kuroo on the other hand in hovering over you, waiting for you to consent to his movements. he tells you exactly what he's doing, what he's going to do, he tells you everything. by the time you know it, his mouth is latched onto one of your nipples, a trail of light hickeys trailing from your jaw to his current position. one of his hands is playing with your other nipple, tweaking it into a peak, his other hand making good work of your clit. he's focusing on your every word, the pitch of your moans and any directions you give him.

once he's decided that you need more from him - after relentless begging and teasing - he makes his way to your cunt, face to face with your pretty folds and engorged clit. looking up at you, he takes an experimental lick, from your entrance to your clit before circling around the bud. when your back arches and your eyes roll, he decided this is what you need from him, his complete and undivided attention on your pretty pussy - and he gives you exactly that.

you don't know when he decided to move from in between your legs, or when your loving boyfriend decided to join the fun, but when kuroo starts entering your pussy and kenma is helping you take is cock in your mouth, you decide to start paying attention again. it doesn't last for long - the time you had being complete conscious was made short, the two boys around you quickly turning you into a dumb baby for them to use.

kuroo is thrusting so perfectly behind you, hitting that special spot inside you that makes you see stars, and kenma face fucking you to push you back in kuroos dick, making you meet his every thrust. it physically hurts to have them both use you, overstimulation overtaking your body. kuroo had made you cum on his tongue at least three times, and now you've lost count on his dick.

every thrust making your legs quake, and once kenma shoots his load down your throat - making you swallow every drop - you allow your legs to give out, laying down on your stomach while kuroo keeps plunging into your cunt.

"god baby, you feel so good, so perfect for me. my perfect little cumdump to use whenever i want." kuroo is saying through pants and grunts, babbling on about how perfect and pretty you are while he fucks you harder. "tetsu, i'm gonna make a mess, gonna cum all over," you tell hem, and swear you feel him speed up more - if possible.

"go for it beautiful, make a mess for me and your boyfriend." and when you squirt all over his legs and his bed, he knows he's a goner, cumming so deep in your pussy you can feel it fill you up and settle somewhere deep.

when he tries to pull out your legs quickly wrap around his legs, stopping him from going anywhere. "just say here for a little, wanna feel full of you for a little longer," you mumble into the bed before he picks you up and lays you down on the bed more comfortably, never leaving your cunt.

"ok baby, least i can do for being such a good girl for us, right ken?"

"yes, our perfect little angel."

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tehe i might've gone overboard on this but idrc, i had so much fun writing this!

#hq kuroo #kuroo drabble #kuroo smut #kuroo x you #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo testuro #kuroo imagine #kuroo x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #spicylex #hq kenma #kenma fanfic #kozume kenma #kenma x y/n #kenma smut #haikyuu kenma

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soquimic · 4 months

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since we are in a new year, it means that we are also embodying a new way of living. me, for the most part, would like my life to go in a different path this year.

i love hyping myself up, thinking and analyzing what i truly deserve as a person, i have been a wonderful friend, girlfriend and daughter, i can’t settle for less. i literally don’t care about the people who call me a narcissist for putting myself on top of most of the things -which is truly important by the way-

without self love you can’t move around in life. how are you gonna convince yourself that you’re worthy of things when you can’t even agree that you deserve them? yes, of course we can manifest stuff in our lives without having a perfect mindset but also sometimes we need to fix it for ourselves and not because of our manifestations and the void only.

i’m a person who overthinks and it’s negative as hell from time to time, like some of you too. i struggle, like a lot of people do. i’m not a special human being, i was made the same way that you were made too. i love talking, i love talking my thoughts and emotions out. i love identifying with people here, i love when people tag me in their journey and manifestation path, i love my anons and their cute appreciation messages weekly, it really makes my day, and i’m also very grateful to you guys for always being there for me even though i’m not the most active person in this community but if i can’t provide a new post for you, i make sure to reblog my whole timeline so you don’t miss out as well!!

i just wanted to post this so i can come back to this whenever i feel down, to remind myself that the year just started and that everything that i want will be mine, i’m worthy of good things and so are you.

i wanna manifest everything that i couldnt last year, everything that i postponed, repay the months that i spent rotting on my bed feeling like a failure, replace my bad and negative thoughts with joyful and happier ones. being even more helpful for all of you who follow me, i might not be a super blogger but i need to assure that everything i do, i do it with intention and a pure heart.

i’m starting a new journey, the old story will end up being ashes and something new will eventually happen. cause i’ve been supporting everyone since my first day here and i love to see how all of you are growing up, especially changing your mentality and i wanna congratulate all those anons who got out of toxic relationships, toxic environments and the ones who have succeeded in their main goals and made all their wishes come true.

don’t let anything or anyone disturb you or take the focus away from your journey. we are all deserving of our desires, don’t feel guilty.

#void state #law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting

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shaampoo · 3 months

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Hey quick question to the smiling critters fandom cause I'm making a fic and idk if I should tag it as Psychological horror or comedy or both (poll near the end before the death headcanons), and some headcanons on how the smiling critters died

If I made a fic where the smiling critters reincarnated , like, all of them, and they reincarnated into the cartoon world

BUT (and here's kinda where I find it a comedy) they don't know everyone else reincarnated, and they're pretending they didn't reincarnate (cause they don't want the others to worry about them/ think they're weird in case the other critters didn't reincarnate, and they really don't want to ruin their second chance), and they keep getting into scenarios where like "did the others reincarnated or no??" And maybe they also think only some of them reincarnated

(I headcanon they died one by one, catnap being last, so they don't know if the others died as well, so they don't know if they reincarnated as well)

So it's a kinda a comedy of scenarios where they're like "who's reincarnated??" "I hope they don't think I'm acting weirdly" and some "I hope they don't realize I'm not they're actually [insert character here], and hopefully they don't realize I somehow replaced them"

Then the reason why it's psychological horror :

Well, since they all died, and most of the reason due to catnap and stuff, they're kinda walking on eggshells, not knowing if they can trust they're friends

(I headcanon [sourced from PickyPiggy's cutout] that PickyPiggy ate KickinChicken, CraftyCorn and BubbaBubbaphant, so yeah, definitely some trauma there, and maybe PickyPiggy starved to death [I think she said "still hungry..." In her cutout after all])

And maybe retaining some fears from how they died and trauma from the past life that that they kinda have to repress cause they don't want the others to worry (since they don't know if they're even their friends, and if they would understand, [so maybe angst as well in the tags,that's one hell of a whiplash if I decide to include all three tags lol])

Anyways, onto the headcanons of how they died, and how this might affect how they act in the fic

Catnap and Dogday:

We already know how they died, Catnap with a painful boop and Dogday getting possessed, so no headcanon needed there (though, it wasn't really said Dogday died, but I'm pretty sure I would die if that happened to me, but maybe Dogday is built different, who knows)

So Dogday is probs scared of catnap, like everyone else (and probably dislikes catnap, especially when he said "that...thing...Catnap" like, zamn)

PickyPiggy:

Seeing in her cardboard cutout saying "Still hungry..." I'm guessing she starved to death or something, so she's probably more hungry in the fic, OR she doesn't like eating anymore

Craftycorn, KickinChicken and BubbaBubbaphant:

Seeing how PickyPiggy said "Seared Unicorn, Grilled chicken, Flayed elephant, yum!" (or something like that), and then "hey, wanna be my friend?" Guessing PickyPiggy ate them. So the three probably hate and/or are scared of PickyPiggy, and maybe everytime they hear her stomach growl they just tense up and get a meal ready (or just bolt)

BobbyBearhug:

I'm guessing she got lost, seeing like, on her cardboard cutout she said she was lost and stuff and "you won't leave me, right?" So I'm guessing she and her companion (may e they were searching for supplies or traveling or something) got lost / split up, and BobbyBearhug eventually died while lost, so yeah, maybe some abandonment issues for her,

HoppyHopscotch:

Guessing she fell to her death, seeing as like, her cardboard cutout screams "JUMPPPPP!" so I'm guessing she jump through a big home while running away from someone (maybe catnap) and tried to jump over the big hole (there's lots in playcare after all) but fell to her death, I also kinda theories she might've been with BobbyBearhug at the time, and tried to jump with BobbyBearhug but may e BobbyBearhug hesitated, and saw HoppyHopscotch fall to her doom, may e HoppyHopscotch even abandoned BobbyBearhug just to try and jump to the other side, which would probably make BobbyBearhug more traumatized (poor girl, frfr), anyways, so probably some fear of heights for HoppyHopscotch

Anyways, if you guys got your own theories, don't be afraid to tell me! I like reading theories about characters I like, and if you guys got like, any scenarios I can do for my fic that would be cool too (since I'm opting for a more show-like fic, since they reincarnated into a cartoon world where they're kinda like in a show so the chapters are kinda like episodes I guess, idk how to explain it lol)

Also, Dogday and Catnaps names are probably the shortest cause they're the main two characters, thus, it's better to have shorter and more recognizable names, especially since the show Is catered to more younger audiences, (though, it makes less sense if you view Catnap as the newest member [especially since Catnap plush was recalled and stuff, ] but may e he's the guy they add when the show is losing popularity to boost ratings, but there's no way Smiling Critters loses popularity)

#the smiling critters #smiling critters #deep sleep #poppy playtime 3 #dogday #Catnap #bobby bearhug #HoppyHopscotch #BubbaBubbaphant #kickinchicken #Craftycorn #picky piggy

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bella-rose29 · 7 months

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Not Your Lover - Chapter 5

I made some stuff up to do with Nik's scars bc it felt right to describe them the way I did, but he'll still have the original wound caused by the nichevo'ya.

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: swearing, the mother is still a bitch, davor is still stalking people, mentions of scarring, they almost kiss and it's frustrating (I'm well aware that I am the author and can change that but the tension needs to be built), I don't think there's anything else?

Tag list: @a-candle-maker, @bubybubsters, @el-de-phi, @hauntedenthusiasttragedy, @iambored24601, @itsyoboo-jassy, @karensirkobabes, @kentucky-criedfricken, @little8sun, @mrsklockwood, @mvidaaaa, @nalie-98, @naushtheaspiringauthor, @notoakay, @pietromaximoffsbae, @simbaaas-stuff

(not my gif <3)

Nikolai woke up the morning after Y/n visited him to find the pillow wall completely decimated and his fake girlfriend using his body as a replacement mattress.

She was still asleep from what he could tell, and at some point in the night the thin duvet had been kicked off and was on the floor. Y/n had wrapped one arm around his waist and one of her legs was tangled in with his, which he had grabbed a hold of by her thigh in the night. Nikolai's other arm was holding her closer by hugging around her middle. His immediate response to waking up in this position was to blush furiously. His second was to panic at his third more... physical response. His fourth was to panic about the demon, since he couldn't hear it laughing at him for the position, but Nikolai was reluctant to move Y/n since she looked so peaceful in her current state. A quiet patter of talons on the floorboards by the fireplace made Nikolai lift his head, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of his demon curled up in the duvet, gnawing on something dead. He needed to figure something out before Y/n woke up, because if she saw his other half then she would most definitely never let him anywhere near her again, just when he felt he was making progress.

She stirred then, and Nikolai closed his eyes, pretending he hadn't been awake for a good few minutes.

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The early morning sunlight coming in through the worn out curtains woke Y/n up, and as she blinked herself awake she wondered why the hell the mattress suddenly felt much better. Grunting softly, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and pushed herself up slightly, then promptly threw herself off of the bed.

She'd been lying on Nik.

She had been lying on Nik.

He moved then, apparently waking up at the thud of her body on the floor, and when he saw her he cursed and hurried to offer a hand.

"You alright?"

Y/n ignored his hand and stood, refusing to acknowledge the blush that had lit her face on fire at the knowledge that she had cuddled up to him in the night.

"Fine," she declared, wincing when her voice was an octave higher than normal. For some reason her thigh felt warm, and all of a sudden the memory of Nik's hand holding it came back to her. He'd been stroking it softly with his thumb when she woke up.

He was still sat on the bed, looking sinfully innocent as he watched her, but something that looked weirdly like fear was in his gaze. "You?" Saints, this was awkward. Where did they even go from here? They weren't actually together (although Y/n was thinking about what he'd be like as a lover more often as time went on), but they acted more like a couple than Y/n would ever admit. She'd visited him late at night to talk after arguing with her mother, for Saints' sake, and then slept in a bed with him!

"I'm alright," he said, laughter evident in his tone. "You should probably go open the shop, yeah? I'll head over to the mansion. Anything in particular you want me to work on?" He'd started moving, getting out of bed to stretch his arms over his head, and Y/n had to turn her head away when she realised she was staring at the strip of skin it revealed from pulling his shirt up.

"Uh, n-no, not really, just uh, try and secure the door of the room we were gonna start working on yesterday?"

"Sure, I'll try the tap again too. You want me to drop you off at work?" She was fully panicking now, because he'd taken his shirt off to change it, and even though he'd turned around she couldn't help but stare at the muscles of his back. Y/n frowned after a moment, seeing twin scars on his shoulder blades, slightly long and relatively new. There were others, decorating his back like medals, but the two on his shoulder blades were slightly black in colour. She felt a pang in her heart knowing he'd suffered so much, but before she could ask if they were related to his fight with the Darkling he'd shoved the clean shirt on and was pulling on his boots and a jacket, and asking her if she wanted to change.

"Oh, uh... I probably shouldn't wear this again. It's kinda gross from working in the sun yesterday. Do you mind dropping me at home first?"

"Of course not. What time do you need to be at the shop for?" Y/n was about to answer when the bell tower in the square sounded seven bells, making her eyes widen.

"Like, now. Shit, I don't have enough time to go home, do I?"

Nik hesitated, looking like he was wrestling with himself, then spoke up.

"You could borrow some of my clothes if you like?"

"Um... okay. If you're sure?"

"As long as I get them back, then yeah." He scratched the back of his neck, looking awkward. Y/n found it incredibly endearing that he was so nervous about it, especially since Davor had never- no. She needed to stop comparing them.

But Nik wasn't Davor.

A few minutes later, Y/n had changed into a spare shirt of Nik's (her trousers were fine, she'd changed into them after getting home the night before to rid herself of her skirt), and she definitely didn't revel in the way it felt like he was hugging her. He waited a moment before coming out and closing the door of his room, looking like he was carrying a heavy weight. Y/n had waited outside while he did what he needed, and when he appeared he seemed more tired.

True to his word, he walked her to the bakery, and she pulled the keys out of her coat pocket to unlock the door.

"I'll try and come over at some point to see how you're doing, okay?"

"Okay. I am a grown man though, you know that, right?"

"Sure you are. See you later, Nik." She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and headed inside.

~~~

Nikolai had been working on the first room for almost two hours, and he felt like he wasn't getting anywhere.

It was his own fault, really, since he'd been more occupied thinking about domestic life with Y/n and the way she'd kissed his cheek that morning, but he still should have cleared out more than he had.

Taking a break, he looked around the room. The windows were boarded up, light filtering in through the gaps in the wood, and the chandelier on the ceiling only had one bulb working. The floorboards were rotten and needed replacing, and the furniture just needed to be chucked. Oh, and everything was covered in weeds, dust, and rubbish. Whoever had previously owned the building clearly hadn't lived in it, and had used it as some sort of storage space for the things they didn't want.

Nikolai sighed, wiping his forehead. At least he was out the sun, and he'd managed to fix the doorframe and get the tap to work and the fountain going. He paused, considering his options as he looked around, then let the demon out.

"You're helping, alright?" he pointed a finger at it. "No going off anywhere. You need to stay here, and you need to help, because otherwise I'm not taking you fishing tonight." The demon huffed, and sat back on its haunches, stubbornly refusing to move. "Or I can take you back in and you can stay locked up in my head, whichever you prefer. But it's that or being out for a good few hours." The demon perked up at the prospect of having control over itself for little while, and started rummaging in the piles of rubbish. "Oi, not there. Over here, come on."

Work went much faster after that, the demon using its strength to help Nikolai move some of the heavier items like the sofas once the two of them had cleared the crap on top. An hour later, they had almost cleared the whole room, and the demon was wrestling with a rat it had found holed up under a floorboard. All of a sudden it stopped moving from its place on the ground, and sprung up to hide in the rafters. Nikolai didn't turn around, knowing exactly who was behind him.

"Oh wow, how have you managed all of this?"

"I told you, I'm a grown man." Y/n stepped into his view, smile on her face and a box in her hands.

"Lunch. Figured you won't have eaten yet. It'll keep if you're not hungry yet, I realise it's mid-morning and not actual lunchtime, but I got a chance to come over so I did."

"Thanks," he grinned up at her, taking the box. "You know, I don't think you hate me anymore. You haven't glared at me for a while, I'm starting to miss it."

Y/n glared then, but there wasn't anything menacing behind it. "Sure. Whatever makes you happy. What do you think? About the floor?" She toed a loose plank where it stuck up from the rest, warped from heat and water.

"It's going to have to be ripped up. The whole lot. I've had a good look and I don't think any part of it is actually salvageable. Shame, really, because this would have been quality wood when it first got laid."

She snorted at him as he went on. "Yeah, okay, wood nerd. That's gonna be an extra cost, isn't it? Shit, alright. Well look, I've gotta get back. Don't rip it up yet, just focus on getting the rest of this stuff cleared and maybe make a start on the room through the door at the back?"

"Of course. Thanks for lunch," he lifted the box up with a smile.

"Oh, that's purely so I don't have to deal with the paperwork of you dying of starvation on my property. Seriously, there's way too much of it." She paused for a moment, half-turned to leave. "Thank you, Nik. This... you've done a lot already. Thank you."

He nodded. "That's what fake-boyfriends are for, right?" Something about his words made his heart clench, and he thought he saw a flicker of something like pain on Y/n's face before she smiled.

"Yep. Free manual labour. See you later."

"See you later," he replied, but she'd already left.

~~~

Y/n was having a very long day, and her mother appearing didn't make it better whatsoever.

"What do you want?"

"Where did you go last night?"

"Away from you. Did you want to buy anything?"

"Er, no, thank you. Where away from me?"

"If you're not going to buy anything, then I'm afraid I need to ask you to leave. It's a national holiday and as I'm sure you can see I'm very busy. Good day. Who's next, please?" Her mother hadn't been impressed, and had left the bakery in a huff, but Y/n couldn't find it in her to care. She'd been a complete shit last night, and if she wasn't going to apologise or buy anything then she could bloody well get out Y/n's shop.

"Hello, love. One of those, please."

"Sure thing, Dad. Just that one?"

"Yeah, thanks." Her father studied her for a moment, worry lacing his features. "How're you doing?"

Y/n shrugged, bagging up the pastry. "I'm okay. Has Mum said anything about last night?"

He scoffed. "Nothing about apologising. Well, not from her, anyway. She thinks you need to for walking out and saying you're gonna keep working on the mansion. I've tried- thanks, love. I've tried talking to her about how you might be feeling, but- how much? Right. But she's adamant that she's right and you're wrong. How's Nik? Haven't seen him for a while." He passed over the money, taking the pastry.

"Nik's good, he's working at the moment, over at the mansion."

Her father smiled softly. "You know, maybe I could go and help? Haven't been out the house for a while, and I'd love to see what you've done with the place."

"Is that code for 'I want to interrogate your boyfriend'?"

"Well, I'm not saying it's not," he laughed. "But really, I'd love to help you, Y/n/n."

"Thanks, Dad. I'm sure Nik'll tell you what needs doing, and try and ignore the overwhelming stench of mould." He nodded, leaving to go help Nik with her project. As she served the next customer she couldn't help but worry. Her father hadn't worked for years, instead choosing to stay at home to look after their children due to his wife's demanding work schedule. He'd practically raised Y/n and her younger siblings on his own, and she loved him all the more for it. But if he wanted to leave the house, that meant that he was arguing with her mother.

She just hoped he didn't feel the need to leave, or grill Nik too much. At least his previous experience of working in Gregor's garage would help with the mansion.

~~~

"And where did you live before you came here?"

"The capital, although I spent most of my time in the First Army before the end of the civil war. After that I left, honourable discharge after being wounded in battle. Had a place in the centre of the city."

Nikolai hoped that Y/f/n would be done with his questions soon, because he'd only been here thirty minutes and already Nikolai was exhausted. He'd immediately decided that he preferred Y/n's father to her mother; the man had been a tradesman before the birth of his eldest daughter, and he appreciated good craft. It made working with him easier, since Nikolai could talk as in detail as he liked about the woodwork or the electrics and Y/f/n would understand immediately what he was going on about. Why they hadn't spent more time together, Nikolai wasn't sure, but he knew he'd be inviting the older man to have tea sometime soon.

"And-"

"Dad, Saints, what did I say?"

"Oh, hi love," he planted a kiss on Y/n's cheek, smiling at his daughter. She came over to where Nikolai was, pressing her lips to his in a small peck.

"What are you doing here? Got another break?" Nikolai asked, pushing back the blush that rose on his cheeks at kissing her in front of her father.

"Yeah. Things have quietened down a bit, so I left the bakery with the other staff members for a bit. I told them I was gonna be here for a while, and if they need me they should send Danny."

"Is that the paper boy?"

"Yeah, he does the odd message run for people, good sprinter."

Y/n hadn't left Nikolai's side, her arm wrapped around his waist as they stood together conversing with her father. The demon was still in the rafters, having not had enough time to go back in Nikolai's body before Y/f/n came in.

Hopefully he'd killed the rat and put it out of its misery.

"You two been getting on then?"

"Yeah, oh yeah. He's a good lad, Y/n/n. Knows a thing or two about carpentry and mechanics, too," her father smiled at Nikolai, and he felt his chest swell with pride at his words.

"At least one of you is supportive," Y/n mumbled to herself, but Nikolai heard her anyway. "Oh, Dad, do you wanna grab tea or coffee with us tomorrow? Maybe after Nik gets off work? I'm closing normal time tomorrow so I'll come over here, but we could have a proper chat?" She looked so genuinely hopeful that Nikolai found himself waiting just as expectantly as her for Y/f/n's answer, and his heart leapt when the man nodded.

"I think I can fit you in. Might need to get the drinks to go, I'll have to bring the rascals, so we could sit in the square and let them run around, release some energy."

"Yeah, okay. Nik? Is that alright with you?"

"Course it is, darling."

"Great! Perfect, okay." Her smile was so wide, and Nikolai was unable to stop his own smile forming on his face at her happiness.

~~~

The next day went just as Y/n had hoped.

Although she'd had to go back home for fresh clothes (she kept Nik's shirt though, under the pretence she needed to wash it), she barely saw her mother, having eaten dinner with Nik before getting in. They'd sat in the hotel restaurant and talked for hours after leaving the mansion, and she'd enjoyed herself a lot more than she'd wanted to. She left early in the morning, too, giving her dad a kiss on the head and grabbing a bite to eat before rushing out the door just as her mother came downstairs to have breakfast.

She'd pretended she couldn't see or hear her mother the rest of the day, and by just after five bells she was sat in the square with a cup of tea, watching her younger brother and sister run around. Nik wasn't here yet, so Y/n and her father were sat on one of the benches waiting for him to arrive.

"Dad? Tell me honestly, what do you think of him?"

"Who, Nik?" She nodded. He thought for a moment, sipping his tea. "I think he's good for you. You lost yourself after Davor who, by the way, I never approved of. I feel like I'm getting my girl back. You smile more, you're a lot more motivated now- don't start, you weren't motivated because of your dream, you were motivated out of spite, love. I think Nik has helped you find the dream again, and I think he's helped you find you again."

Y/n stared at her father, taken aback by his words.

"Sorry I'm late, Gregor needed me for something else at the shop. Hello, darling, Y/f/n." Nik smiled widely as he sat down, ordering a tea and greeting Y/n and her father. "You alright?" he murmured in her ear, a slight frown on his face.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm alright. How was work?"

"Ugh, it was alright, just warm. Ravka's never this warm in the summer, this is ridiculous. Not even a nice warm, either, it's sticky."

"I can tell you're warm, sweetheart, your hair's limp."

Nik let an expression of utter horror come onto his face, and reached up to touch his hair. "This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. What will I do? How can I live with limp hair?" he exclaimed, making Y/n giggle.

"I'm sure you'll manage. You've got other defining features."

"Oh really," he quirked a brow. "And what, pray tell, might they be?"

"Shut up," she muttered, face going red as she made the list in her head.

The three of them spent an hour on the bench, with Y/n's siblings occasionally coming over to ask Nik a question or Y/f/n for food (he refused at first, but when they pouted Y/n could practically see her father's heart melt and give in), and Nik and her father getting on wonderfully. She could almost forget that they weren't actually together, and sat back, enjoying the moment.

~~~

Y/n's father was amazing, Nikolai had decided.

He wished that he'd had a father figure in his life like Y/f/n, because he could see how much the man cared about his children. His stepfather had never shown love, or affection of any kind, to Nikolai, giving it all to Vasily (and even then it was a dark, twisted thing). He'd felt more at home speaking to his biological father in those brief minutes before he'd disappeared off the face of the earth than he ever had talking to the man married to his mother, but Nikolai couldn't hope to find Magnus Opjer now. The best he could do was spend more time with Y/f/n, which was becoming increasingly more likely as the days went on.

The three of them, Nikolai, Y/n and Y/n's father, had eaten lunch together the day before last, having agreed after that initial meeting drinking tea in the square that they should do it again soon after. They'd also spent a lot of time working on the mansion together, sometimes with the smaller L/n's running around; other times they were with their mother, or at school.

Currently Nikolai was in his room, watching his demon try to catch its tail.

It was like having a murderous puppy really; the demon needed exercising everyday or it got antsy and scratched the walls, Nikolai quite often had to take it for walks in the middle of the night to play catch because it got lonely and needed somebody to play with, and it ate non-stop. Generally, Nikolai managed to get all three of those things done in one go by taking a midnight walk down to the docks and playing catch with dead fish, and then the demon could run, play and eat all at once. He hadn't been able to tonight, due to the fact that Davor was stood on the opposite side of the road staring at Nikolai's window. He'd been lurking in an alleyway, practically invisible to everybody, but Nikolai had the demon's enhanced senses to help pick out the man's body shape in the dark. He'd brought his dinner up to his room, and had thrown the demon the bits he didn't like, and now they were both finished eating Nikolai's other half was proving its incredible intelligence by looking completely stupid trying to catch its tail.

"You know that if you-" he was cut off by a growl, and held his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, if you say so. As you were." He shook his head at the demon's antics, picking up his book.

They might have had a horrible beginning, but Nikolai was starting to quite like the bastard. They had that in common, at least, both being bastards. He knew he needed to tell Y/n at some point, but he supposed it could wait until after her deadline. After that, she wouldn't need him anymore, and if she wanted to hate him for not telling the whole truth, then she could go right ahead.

Nikolai frowned at the thought of not being a part of her life anymore, and resisted the urge to chuck his book at the demon when it laughed at him. That was something Nikolai didn't enjoy, the shared emotions between them. He just got bullied by the demon most of the time.

An hour or so later, Nikolai turned out the light and went to sleep, trying to not think too hard about the man outside his window.

~~~

"Where the hell have you been?! I've been waiting for ages for you!"

"Don't care, Mother. I need to go, so I can't stay long." Y/n headed upstairs, internally groaning at the sound of her mother following her. She pushed open the door to her bedroom, grabbing a bag and shoving some clothes and other necessities inside.

"What are you doing? Are you leaving? You can't leave, we need to talk about you and Nik!"

"I DON'T CARE! Saints! I'm not gonna listen to you until you fucking apologise, Mother!" She vaguely registered the sound of her brother crying downstairs from the shouting, but paid no attention, instead collecting more of her belongings and heading back outside. She passed her father on the way, shooting him a quick smile and knowing that he'd be around to talk if she needed him, and pressed kisses to her siblings' foreheads. "I'll see you around, yeah? Try and be trouble for me," she told them, smiling when they nodded eagerly. "If you need me, Dad, you know where I am, yeah?"

"I know, love. Same here. Say hi for me."

"I will. See you later," she waved, stepping out the front door. Davor was across the street, watching her, but she was too exhausted to care. Y/n headed for the mansion, slinging her bag over her shoulder, and fought back the tears that threatened to fall.

~~~

"Oh, hi! Did you get the things you needed?" Nik was blissfully unaware of her state, having popped up from behind a chair to greet her. She tried desperately to not make too much of a noise and just reply to him, but when a sort of strangled sound came out instead of "hello" his smile immediately changed into a frown, and he stood up and came over to where she had paused, bag dropped on the floor. "Y/n? What happened? Was it Davor? Because I can go and punch him if I need to." He had placed his hands on her arms, rubbing gently to soothe her, and Y/n collapsed into him, clutching at the front of his shirt as she sobbed into his chest.

"I don't get it, Nik. I don't get why she doesn't understand," she cried, and his hands changed position, one around her back and the other in her hair, both still rubbing patterns to comfort her. Y/n wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, stood in the hallway while she cried and he hugged her, but when she finally stopped and pulled away, a few sniffles still escaping, she felt completely worn out.

"Come here," he said, voice quiet so as not to disturb the calm they'd created. He led her over to one of the new sofas they'd procured (somebody rich had been just giving the set away, so Nik had snapped them up) and sat her down, pulling her into his side. "I'm assuming you mean your mother?" he asked, and Y/n nodded.

"She didn't even apologise when I went over just now, she just asked loads of questions about 'where have you been?' and 'what are you doing?' and I'm just so sick of her behaviour. It's been a week since that dinner and she can't fucking apologise?"

"I don't..." Nik sighed. "I don't think she ever will, darling. Not in the way that you want her to. She's clearly too focused on her own life to see how her words and actions are affecting you, and I don't think that's ever going to change. All you can do is what you are doing."

"What, crying into my fake boyfriend's chest?"

"Well, not exactly what I meant, but if it helps, then yes. What I meant was working on your dream. Because it is your dream, and I might only have known you for just over two weeks, but by the Saints when you want something, you grab it with both hands and you take it, and you don't let go, because it means something to you. And if it means something to you, you're going to hold on to it, no matter what life throws at you. That's what you're doing, Y/n, and honestly I think you are incredible for it."

She sat up, wiping the last of her tears from her eyes, and Nik replaced her hands with his own, thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. His eyes were unfocused, and their faces closer than they had been for a while now, and Y/n felt herself leaning in.

A crash from the next room made them break apart, jumping to opposite ends of the sofa as they stuttered out apologies to each other.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.

She'd been so close to kissing him without an audience, and then what? They weren't actually dating, so what did it mean if they kissed because they wanted to? Nik looked panicked, and he practically launched himself off of the sofa to search the other room for the source of the crash. Y/n sat in a daze, with a vague thought that she should follow him, but when he returned a few seconds later there wasn't much point.

"What was it?" she heard herself ask.

"Just something falling off of a pile. You good to go?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sure." She was staying in the hotel with him, risky given they apparently hugged in their sleep, but it was better than living with her mother. At least Nik hugged her. They hadn't shared a bed since that first night, and given they had just almost kissed, Y/n was starting to feel nervous about the night ahead.

I'm sure it'll all be fine, she thought, picking up her bag. Totally fine.

What was the worst that could happen?

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doppelgänger Francis x reader

sooo this is totally sfw within the age rating of the actual game, obviously. also might be inspired by the yagami yato of this man, maybe, slight chance, it definitely gave me some fuel to finish at least, i got over this brain rot quickly and well this took more time than i would of liked so yeah. sorry if my writing sucks :)

tags

mentioned death

mentioned cannibalism

two sides of the same one sided love (kinda)

blood (yep shock horror)

hoon man getting the love he needs <3

a bit of inexperienced writing (oh lord the horror)

sexual tension i guess (but not really)

Heather's the musical reference

British language so scary

it was late at night and door duty is slow like usual, the thing about the job was that 12 hour shifts suck, but in this time where the fear of being replaced by man eating monsters having a roof over my head and a job was quite reassuring, and well despite the company not really caring I'm glad that i didn't have to do more work then i could be awake for also my co-worker Emily she is amazing and could make a banging cup of tea, and well she likes the fact there's not nearly that many doubles at day, less work obviously. the night is tougher, way more doppelgängers at this time some were very convincing and did make me want to scream on the inside becuse of the anxiety it caused..... but i did like a challenge. also, i knew that most of the apartmenties were inside as Emily ticks them off the list and added the names who had a reasonable excuse for not being on there, and hey, i haven't died. yet despite my complaints there was a golden reason why i liked this job, and that was the resident tired eyes Francis, but he never really talked that much and it kinda made him ideal mimic bait, so i cant get attached i mean i really shouldn't as they really did try him the most for some reason.

i yawn as i relaxed into my office chair stretching my arms with a stratifying click 'mhhh almost over its 10 45 so 1 more hour and franci-' caught in my thoughts so much but the white uniform snapped my attention 'speak of the devil-! wait...' and as quickly as it came it left, as i seen the deep sunken abyss of "eyes" and a smile 'ah, i see its hoon' he really did try to get in, acting normally handing the papers over with an almost correct ID and entry form but just ya know slightly off on the looks and all he says is hoon is kind of revealing. i smiled and waved in greeting.

"Ah, hello there, nice try hoon, but i can see you. Good try though, almost nailed that ID too."

"hoon hoooon!"

"ill take that a good response"

i politely gave back the ID and smiled, throwing the entry form in the bin with the rest, so it isn't as easy to get in. Also, some of them are funny anyway. back to it i found this particular one almost as enduring as the original i was found of him so to speak, but if he got too good then off he goes and that might be a toxic trait but ill entertain him for now.

"Come on man, you know the drill, i caught you. You walk away. Have a good night though."

"hoon..."

he held his head down in disappointment and trudged away, when i was sure he left i called the D.D.D,the emergency shutters come down and footsteps can be heard by the men, i knew hoon wasn't there but to keep up the appearance to not get me fired, i had to make it seem that he keeps escaping, and not me letting him do so nooooo. the shutters come up, and the hazmat suit explains the situation in that boring tone like always.

"The clean up is complete, but the company will search for that double ganger that got away......"

yep, the same stuff zoning all that out. 'blah blah blah Jesus Christ, so much talking, just leave, please.' i kept smiling with zoned out thoughts as they spoke.

"You can continue your job"

"mh hm thanks"

the clean-up crew left slowly, god so slowly, like today, so slow. i looked over to the clock 'uuuuhhh 11 15 a half an hour till Francis gets here from delivering milk. poor soul to be fair he was half a workaholic' picking at my nails as a distraction from the boring day i seen another white milk man uniform i smile as i seen Francis, immediately going to work as he passed his paper through. but if i looked at the clock, only a few minutes passed.

"hi there"

i politely greeted, giving a small wave like i do for him 'wait it might not be him.' My face turned serious quickly.

"hm hello..."

'Huh, is he tired, or is that voice lower?' Suspicious, but i checked over the entry form, and that looked all good. now the ID 'logo yep date uh huh spelling' with the file i looked back and forth 'okay looking good finally number lets see 2 3 5 5 6' i look at the ID '2 4 5 5 6. wait 4?' Looking back over the file 'that's wrong damn doppelgänger. welp gotta kill this one he's too real.' i passed back the papers roughly, my face turning sour.

"welp, here ya go Francis, any last words?"

i didn't let him finish becuse as soon as i passed the paper through roughly i reached over with my other hand and pressed the emergency button, and speed dialling the D.D.D to get this near replica out of here, the shutter that came down was rattling from the force of the doppelgänger hitting it trying to escape, which was normal. and then silence as the shutter comes up, the now comforting yellow suit began to talk.

"The clean-up is complete. You can continue your-"

The hazmat suit slammed into the glass making a small crack, a gradient green hand with black claws dug into the back of the head, blood seeping out and staining the yellow suit my eyes followed the arm to the doppelganger of Francis i had just delt with 'oh shit this is a fucking problem' the yellow hazmat fell to the ground the hand returning to "normal" and that face comes into view. blood dripping of the perfect features, his voice lower than it should be its unnerving 'and hot- nope nope stop there wrong.' opening the desk draw digging in it for a neatly written number to only be called if the D.D.D fails. 'Where's that post-it note' a loud thud broke my thoughts, and I cautiously looked up to the double of Francis. his hand against the glass smearing some blood on the clean surface some spilling into the small crack made a few seconds earlier.

"Oh darling, how come you didn't let me in? My appearance is flawless. Entry form has nothing wrong with it, I know I'm on the list today."

He looked confused 'cute wait no evil' since I passed the papers through he picked up the slightly crumpled ID and gave an amused smirk flipping it around and pressing it to the glass so I could see it.

"Ah, I see you did read that silly ID number. You're not like the others, you're smart, and that makes me want to devour you even more."

My hand starts to tremble as I kept looking for that stupid note. The doppelganger tuts lightly with a small chuckle.

"Come on~ your phone friends can't help you. and you wouldn't want to create more of a mess~ look honey! all those delicious bodies already here"

He licked his lips cleaning them from the blood giving a satisfied hum 'oh shit that's hot- nope nope not the time' i couldn't bear to look past him at the amount of people dead, opting to keep looking for the number i knew was in this stupid desk 'come on, come on where is this fucking thing' my hand touches the gun at the back of the draw 'I shouldn't have to use this'

"OPEN THE DOOR, please open the door. Can we not fight anymore, please come on, open the door? You're scared i see that, I can set you free come on let me inside open the door open opEN OPEN!"

Teeth beared now sharp and tinted yellow eyes the same shade. His hand slammed down on the glass with an open palm he realised it wasn't working, quickly far too quickly, and he used his fist rattling the pane in its hold the crack getting bigger every thud my movements speed up 'shit shit shit shit shi- ah! there I got it.' I gripped the paper roughly and slammed the emergency button and dialled the never before used number

"DARLING YOULL NEVER KILL ME IVE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR WEEKS ILL COME BACK"

"Hello you have contacted the-"

"YES I KNOW SEND HELP D.D.D AGENTS DOWN"

"Don't worry .... we have dispatched people to your area" BEEP

The slamming of fists and that sickening sound of flesh tearing. its the noise doppelgangers make when they lose their disguise, it made me nauseous my head dizzying from it I heard the glass smash but the metal kept me safe it was barely dented before I heard the screams of the beast and gun shots my breathing uneven my legs to my chest in the chair arms wrapped around my body in attempt to comfort myself it all went silent my heart drops in my chest but as the shutter came back up a more human looking hazmat suit greeted me rather than the round ones another one putting a new pane of glass replacing the broken one.

"Thank you for contacting us. we will inform the D.D.D of the deceased agents and give you good reference. Unfortunately, the doppelganger got away"

"Wait, what!?"

They left quickly, some carrying black bags, not saying a word 'he got away. How?' I slowly came out of my shell I had built temporarily, taking in some deep breaths. unwrapping my arms and lowering my legs back into my chair. 'I'll have a breakdown when I'm off the clock.... oh speaking of how long till Francis is here 11 55 he's late.... of course just making my day wors- never mind night is better' there he was passing an ID and entry form i already had his folder out and checked it over intensely giving a little sigh.

"mh, hello doorman you seem worked up tonight"

"haha yeah just some difficult doppelgängers, ya know"

"ha yeah uh.... I've been meaning to ask, would you like to get food sometime"

i opened the door for him and smiled wearily giving the correct paper back to the real Francis.

"yeah that would be nice have a goodnight Francis"

okay finally over Jesus Christ this took way longer than i wanted it to take becuse i have got another 3 fics stacked and schoolwork so I'm glad its over but i still don't know how to end this shit sorry if my writing sucks :]

extra note: brownie points if people spotted the heathers reference

#thats not my neighbor #doppleganger #francis mosses #tnmn milkman #tnmn doorman #doppelgänger Francis mosses #francis x reader #tnmn francis mosses

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michellemisfit · 5 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @juliakayyy @lingy910y @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @mickeysgaymom @deedala @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @stocious @mybrainismelted @energievie

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father?

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) would be pretty cool, AND magic.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Do laws include laws of science and… y’know… reality? If not… Mother fucking dragon, baby!

What is your Chinese takeout order?

Salt & Pepper chicken. Duck pancakes. Satay chicken. Prawn crackers. An insane quantity of spring rolls for @rutherinahobbit

What's your favorite emoji?

I’ve become very fond of 🫡, but the one I use most often is probably 🥺 - it’s literally my face. I look at Ruth like that and say ‘I am the emoticon’ and then she has to be nice to me… 🥺

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

Library. For the aesthetic and the comfy comfy reading nooks! Also I would be able to have all my favourite fic bound and displayed in the library <3 <3 <3

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

My Little Pony and Animals Of Farthing Wood

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had it for longer, but I first started really using it for Shadowhunters, and 90% of the fandom was here, before it largely moved to Twitter, and now has been struggling to move back, so has sort of become a bit homeless 🥺

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Anything neat and tailored. I think it looks fly AF, but I have neither the body type nor the patience for it.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Stars Hallow is really good shout I’ve seen other people use. Also any fictional TV show that basically takes place in a home, only. I’d be all over that! haha

What is your favorite piece of art?

I’ve been obsessed with ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’ ever since I was about 10 years old.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

I recently broke my water bottle so I’ve got a temporary replacement one and I hate it. It’s boring and too big and not the right shape. Grr.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I’m pretty loud about all my fic feelings. Sometimes I unexpectedly enjoy a Mafia/Crime AU, though I would never go looking for it!

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I’ve got three. A tote bag for when I bring lunch Tupperwares into work or otherwise have to transport big things. A large backpack for when I bring my laptop into work or travel. And a tiiiiiiiny backpack (smaller than A5) and the weirdest thing is how much stuff I manage to fit into it! First Aid Kit. Sewing Kit. Wallet. Phone. Portable Phone Charger. Sunglasses. Tissues. Cigarettes. House keys. Pill box. Misc. hair things for when other people need them.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Carl. Ultimate chaos couple!!!! 🙌

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

We all know the old adage: You're only ever one good fic away from developing that weird kink you keep making jokes about, stay humble.

There’s nothing that hits quite the way an unexpected horny swoop hits! Stay humble. Stay open. Stay curious.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Mickey Milkovich voice: YUP YUP

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

Agree with @lingy910y - I absolutely see Mickey and Carl fighting for the bat! it’s their potato masher!! <3

Tagging @silvanshadow @captainjowl @thisdivorce @crestfallercanyon @heymacy @ohkate @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @ian-galagher @imikhailotakeyouian @mikhailoisbaby @depressedstressedlemonzest

#weekly tag Wednesday #tag game #Mys stuff #darlingian

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steddielations · 6 months

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I'm not looking to start The Discourse so if you don't feel like answering this I'd totally understand, but I'm really glad to know I'm not the only one who feels like I'm losing it when I see people complain about how supposedly Eddie focused everything. I struggle to believe how these people can be serious about this. almost every fic ever in some way involves Eddie being a bad or downright terrible bf and it's always so OOC because people like to make Steve really angsty. Or the ones that really get me are the ones where Wayne's relationship with STEVE is focused on more than Wayne and Eddie. Half the time it reads like a small but loud chunk steddie of fandom don't even really like Eddie, he's just there out of convenience. I do understand the appeal of that for people who really love Steve but like, it shouldn't come at the expense of Eddie as character. Some of these fics you could easily replace him with other characters and it'd make no difference to the fic. Like I said, totally understand if you don't feel like answering this, I genuinely don't mean to be bitchy cause I don't like yucking peoples yums, but it did feel like I was in the twilight zone for a while seeing people's complaining, so I just wanted to have a little rant 😭

I’m glad to know someone has had the same experience as me! Like I’m not trying to dissuade people from writing Steve centric stuff or even complain, but truly I don’t understand when people say steddie fics are majority Eddie centric. I filtered this down to just the steddie ao3 fics but it’s not even close

And these are just the ones that are tagged. Personally I consider a fic to be Steve centric just based on if it has majority Steve focused tags, like Steve has bad parents, Steve needs a hug, hurt Steve, stuff like that and then it doesn't have any Eddie focused tags. Which is majority of Steddie fics and again I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that's how it is. Also on tumblr, in my experience, I'd say 8 times out of 10 when I come across a steddie fic it's Steve centric. I only notice because I look for Eddie centric stuff personally because there's such a lack of it. That's also why I started to pretty much write only Eddie centric stuff too. But I'm also careful not to erase Steve's trauma or demote him to the stand in perfect boyfriend or erase Robin's role in his life and replace her with Eddie, but I can't say the same with the way majority of Steve centric fics treat Eddie's character.

I think having an issue with the way Steve and Eddie are most often characterized in Steddie fics is a different conversation. I'll be honest, most of what I come across in my opinion is the writer projecting onto Steve and then Eddie's either the perfect boyfriend who talks like a therapist and has a magical healing cock, or he's the worst person in the world just to manufacture Steve angst. I have some major gripes about fanon Steve and fanon Eddie too, I have to steer clear of a lot of fics and keep my mouth shut to avoid discourse. Not saying I have perfect characterization or anything, but I definitely go against a lot of fanon popular stuff. I understand that some people hate popular fanon Eddie (so do I usually lmao) but its clear that it's being projected onto canon Eddie too. I see a lot of Eddie hate from people that ship steddie and that's fine, I'm so used to seeing Eddie hate it doesn't even faze me anymore, but I don't understand how you fixate on a ship that you hate an entire half of.

I'm glad you brought up the Wayne thing because that bothers me so much, I've spoken to a friend who noticed this too. To be clear, I love Wayne and Steve fics, I've written Wayne and Steve fics, but there's a difference when it's a fic about Wayne and Steve developing a familial relationship and when the whole purpose of the fic is Wayne growing closer to Steve than Eddie, choosing Steve over Eddie, loving Steve more than Eddie, etc. Especially when the fic has Eddie as a neglect/abuse survivor, honestly I just think it's weird to write a story where a neglect/abuse survivor's only caretaker is choosing someone else over him, and it's supposed to be a good happy thing? Also when the writer has clear disdain toward Eddie, Idk, maybe take your Eddie-hating lens off for a second and get some perspective on what you're writing. And the crazy thing is, those types of fics are usually received really well. I don't know, it's just not for me.

Anyway, this is the most discourse-y I've ever been on my blog lmao. I'm just at the point where I don't care anymore, everyone's voicing their opinions so I'll voice mine too. Thank you for sending me this, I'm glad I'm not alone in feeling this way!!

#asks #fandom discourse

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breezypunk · 7 months

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Welcome to my blog! Here you can find all the things I post about (and I post a lot, it's a blessing but mostly a curse). You've been warned.

I'm a 20 something year old whose addicted to caffeine and cyberpunk 2077. You will find mostly CP77 content on this blog, but I also post Good Omens, which is my comfort show. We also shit post here. You get a little bit of everything when you come to my page. (You're sure to leave with a chronic case of whiplash).

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TAGS: OC's

Here are the links to all my tags. Starting from my most used and beloved tags.

My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Vaughn Leblanc. He is as precious to me as precious comes, he's all over my page, he is my number one, my main squeeze, my kiddo. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Maggie Borden. My best girl, and while I do have a few Fem V's running around NC, Maggie will always have my heart.

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Layn AKA Mercy. Originally created for mod refit purposes, she quickly grew on me and I've loved her dearly since. She's also the only OC who can put up with Johnny Silverhand, and also put him in his place.

4. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, JV AKA Jared V. I wanted another male OC, and JV kind of appeared in my lap and I fell in love instantly. He's around, lurking in the shadows a lot, but he's there. ;)

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TAGS: Ships

My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Golden Hues. Originally called "disaster boyfriends" and for good reason. I refuse to tag that old ship name xD and don't you go looking for it either. Romantic partners, Goro Takemura & my OC Vaughn Leblanc. Running the Badlands together like the coolest nomads you ever did see. (My ship heavily leans Nomad Goro, with some occasional downtime in the city). My #1 ship, and my most cherished ship yet. They own my heart entirely. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Rebels With A Cause. Romantic partners, Johnny Silverhand & my OC Mercy. I don't have a whole lot in their ship tag right now, hoping to change that soon with my growing love for Johnny. These two are insane (affectionate).

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Knives Out. A fairly new ship involving Patricia from Maelstrom & my OC, Maggie Borden. Also not many photos, but they will be appearing more often very soon ^_^ These two can be seen around Northside, probably covered in blood, probably carrying at least 2 knives on them at all times. Opposites also couldn't attract anymore than with these two.

TAGS: Mods

Here you can find the link to my google drive where all my mods lie peacefully. These are way older, mainly replacer mods, some decor/prop stuff. The google drive is no longer being updated as I don't make replacer mods anymore, but it's there in case you want to go snooping ;p

Here is the link to my nexus page, where all my current mods are, up and active and partying away.

Lastly, in collaboration with Anrui, my modding partner, all of our mods can be found here. I've linked our atelier, there you can find everything we've made so far. Plenty more will be added :)

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COMMISSION INFO:

Screenshot commissions are open indefinitely. Here you can find the info that will tell you everything you need to know, including example shots, just so you have an idea of what my style is and if you're interested. :)

Examples: (Full size on google doc).

More misc. tags under the cut ♥

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TAGS: AU's

I've made a few AU's involving Vaughn & Goro. I've had so much fun making them, and more may be coming. But here are my favorites.

Zombie AU: Fallout 2077

Corpo AU: Omerta/Vampire AU

Street kid AU: Dreamer

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TAGS: Picrews & Tag Games

Picrews

Tag Games

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TAG: Random Moments Series

A small series of short photosets consisting of Vaughn and Goro's daily lives and how it brings them closer together. ♥

Random Moments tag

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Tag: Photostories

I'm a huge whore for photostories, I make a lot, it gives me joy and it puts my creativity to the test. Some are short, some are long, but they all have special meaning to me. I'm super proud of all of these and I can't wait to completely fill this tag up.

Tag: Breezy's Photostories (note: I made more than what is tagged, sometimes I forget to tag it with this, oops..)

If I left out anything I will be sure to edit. I just really wanted to properly make this post, mainly for me, but for anyone else who might be interested.

#personal #tag: breezy's diary #cyberpunk 2077 #tags #oc: vaughn leblanc #goro takemura #oc: mercy #oc: maggie borden #johnny silverhand #maelstrom patricia #tag: shippy stuff #otp: golden hues #otp: knives out #otp: rebels with a cause #my stuff #-#this was long overdue #I'm gonna try to make my tumblr perty but I highly doubt that's gonna work xD #long post

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daddyy333 · 1 year

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Starving | Maya Hawke x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 0.9k

warnings: smut, pussy eating, reader squirts, Maya grinds on reader to get herself off, Maya is dying to eat reader out, ?

summary: Maya acts as if she’ll die if she doesn’t get a taste of your pussy tonight. Even though you’re still sore from last night and your so easily overstimulated, you’ll always give her what she wants

“Babe, please, I’m fucking starving” Maya said, head trapped between your thighs, inches away from where she wanted to be most. You whined, her voice raspy and sexier than ever before as you said “Maya, I’m still sore and stuff from yesterday. Hell, I’ll probably be sensitive and cum too quick to satisfy you…fucking addicted to eating pussy”

“Please…y/n, I need you…so fucking delicious there’s nothing like it” Maya said, trying to pry your legs apart. You tightening them around her neck only turned her on more. You threatened to choke her but she only moaned in response.

You took a deep breath and said “one…Maya, one orgasm and that’s it. If you’re still in the mood that’s too bad I’ll take care of you or something but I really would like to be able to walk tomorrow”

She smirked and pried your thighs open, ripping you panties off. “You’re buying 10 to replace that- ohh fuck…” you said, but Maya’s only focus right now was getting you to cum on her tongue.

“Just go - commando and…mmh, baby- that wouldn’t happen” she said in between sucking on your clit. You were already a moaning mess, fisting the sheets as you sort of held her head in place with your thighs.

“Babygirl…fuck- ooh, right there…ahh! That feels good, babe- shit!” You moaned, one hand threading through her short hair, gripping it forcefully and pushing her down harder. She moaned into your pussy, a shock of pleasure shooting through you.

She slipped two fingers into you and you gasped, back arching off the bed slightly. She quickly pumped them a few times and then started curling up to your g-spot, she practically knew your body better than you.

She kitten licked your clit a few times and you whined, gasping and panting from how good it felt. She pressed so hard on your g-spot, your hips kept bucking at how good it felt as if you wanted to get away from the pleasure but give into it at the same.

“Mmh…sweetheart- taste so good,” Robin said, rubbing your clit with her thumb for a second as she sucked your juices off her fingers. She slipped her tongue inside you and helped your hips down, destroying your clit and doing god's work with her tongue.

“Maya! Ohh- Maya, please- right there, babe” you said as she replaced her tongue with her fingers again, finding the most perfect and most sensitive spot instantly. You gasped, your hips bucking, pussy clenching as your mouth hung open and your eyes squeezed shut whilst your legs shook like crazy.

“Maya! Uhh- shit shit- fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ohhh!” You moaned, squirting all over her. You were moaning so loud, nearly ripping her hair from her scalp and tearing the bed sheets. This was one of the best orgasms Maya had ever given you, your whole body felt like it was on fire and your pussy ached in the best way.

Maya continued fingering you through your orgasm and slowly stopped suckling your clit, knowing it was already overly sensitive at the start and probably hurt now. You panted softly, clit pulsing, pussy twitching from how strong that orgasm was.

Maya smiled, licking up your extra juices and smirking at the mess she caused you to make. She was so pussy drunk at this point, subtly trying to convince to let her go again. You whimpered and tried to close your legs and she groaned, kissing your pussy one last time before she sat up and massaged your twitching thighs gently hoping they wouldn’t be sore later.

She slowly got out of bed on shaky legs, she’d had her own orgasm or two by grinding on your knee but hers weren’t nearly as intense as yours. She kissed your head and went and washed her hands and rinsed her face and chest off, smiling as she thought about you and how good she must’ve made you feel. She came back with some water and a damp washcloth to clean you up, but noticed you were a little out of it.

“Baby…hey, you still with me?” She joked and you blinked a few times, smiling a little. She brushed your hair behind your ear and you said “I’m okay…I’m great, actually. Just…tired…and achy” “I’m sorry, honey…” Maya said and you shook your head.

“No, it’s okay…felt really freaking good” you said, smiling lazily. She shook her head and spread your legs a little, gently wiping the mess from between your thighs and cleaning you up. She helped you stand on shaky legs as she got panties on you and your usual big t-shirt and sleep shorts and you sat on the giant love sac in the corner of the room whilst she changed the sheets.

She carried you back into bed and brought you a snack and a drink. “Maya…I’m tired,” you groaned as you snuggled into her. She sighed and said “honey, you should really eat and drink something. You always hibernate after sex you probably won’t be eating again until noon tomorrow”

“Mmh….wait you didn’t cum” you said, munching on some veggie straws. She chuckled and said “don’t worry about it…” “no, babe, that’s not fair” you said and she shook her head. She kissed your head and said “you didn’t feel me grinding on your knee that whole time and moaning into your pussy? I actually came twice believe it or not”

“Oh…that’s what that was,” you chuckled and she blushed, a little embarrassed. You kissed her softly as you mumbled “fucking munch” and she chuckled. She kissed you again and said “it’s not my fault you taste like heaven…it’s addicting”

You buried your head into her chest and sighed, closing your eyes. She kissed your head and ran her hands through your hair as you fell asleep. “My pretty girl,” she mumbled, completely pulling you flush against her and falling asleep as well.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

And I have two others joining the list from the show supernatural,

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#stranger things #maya ray thurman hawke #maya hawke oneshot #maya hawke fanfiction #maya hawke x female reader #maya hawke x y/n #maya hawke x reader #maya hawke

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