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Hey I have an idea for "Get Off My Screen" what if Y/N starts talking to Vox less and less and he is so confused so he goes through her phone to try and figure it out and sees her Instagram announcing a new bf and Vox is soooo jealous but she basically ignores his protests and so life goes on as normal for them both until one day he gets nosy and checks her texts on her phone with her bf and finds nudes from her and then he gets annoyed and lectures her about it which leads to her getting angry and ignoring him but then a few weeks later he checks Y/N and the bf's chats again and sees him threatening her

On a completely unrelated note I luv this series and also definitely need a Vox of my own in my phone cause I can't write or spell for shit lol

You Could Do Better(With Me)

Protective!Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of Alcohol, Nudes, Blackmail, Manipulation

A/N: Okay this was actually pretty angsty, more on Vox's side because he's just dealing with a lot of emotional whiplash- most of which he doesn't really deal with well but he powers through it to be there for you. At this point in time he's kind of certain he likes you, but not that he loves you. Kind of like the: "Oh I'm really fond of this person, I want to make sure they're safe and happy." Without realizing the romantic implications nor how deep the level of attachment really is. So far, Reader's only kind of had a puppy-love crush on Vox but has blatantly disregarded it because well- Vox is fucking dead so what the hell are you supposed to do?? That and Vox constantly gets on Reader's nerves with his shenanigans so even if she gets the Cupid valentines filter when he cranks up the charisma- his stupid hijinks quickly do away with it and make him seem idiotic(cutely) again. The story also has a lot of emotional stuff so if you'd rather stick to the comedy feel free to skip this interlude and the one directly after it.

A/N: Either way, that's currently the pace these two are at- and this is a songfic! If you want to listen to the tune while reading- here it is! "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum. The story itself is slightly different from the prompt since I made it centered around how Vox perceived things were going. As always, I hope y'all have fun and enjoy! Happy Reading!

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Vox wanted to pretend everything was okay.

Walking through the halls of the Vee tower, he really wanted to play it off like nothing was bothering him.

And still, he found himself checking his phone for any updates or messages from you.

Day by day you were starting to slowly disappear from his routine.

He didn't notice it at first, how you were pulling away-

It was just the little things initially.

One word replies, emoji spam-

Vox figured you just weren't in the mood to listen or talk.

Did he do something that hurt you?

Up until the point that you both didn't really have any meaningful conversations anymore.

Which, as much as he tried to start anything proper-

It would always fall flat.

Were you still even trying?

He woke up one morning and followed his routine, shooting you a greeting before he started the day.

It just so happened that once he was finally able to check his phone to shoot you a wish goodnight-

You hadn't even replied to his morning message.

He was busy throughout the day, so he wasn't given the opportunity to worry about you.

But now, worry he did.

Vox quickly made his way towards his monitor room despite how late it was.

He went through your files, your pictures-

Wait.

Wait a goddamn minute.

Who the fuck was that?

He glitched slightly when he saw how that guy grinned in the picture.

It reminded him of his own, just so fucking fake.

Not to mention the air the person had around them.

They just exuded a great sense of showmanship and arrogance.

One Vox was all too familiar with.

That wasn't even the first picture you had with that person recently.

And the more the overlord looked, the more worked up he got.

He wasn't sure if it was anger, envy, irritation, or just a mix of everything under the sun.

Holding your waist, hugging you close, in some pictures your faces were so close together that you were almost kissing.

He was glitching in his chair from the emotional overload.

Who did this guy think he was to be able to treat you like that?!

Vox definitely punched a few screens from fury and jealousy.

Come the next day when he confronted you about it-

More like became a clear pain in the ass that you really couldn't ignore-

Making your computer practically unusable even-

Was when you revealed to him that you didn't mean to hide something like this.

You just simply forgot to say anything.

Vox didn't know if that was worse than if you tried to deceive him.

"Geez, so you have a boyfriend now?"

"Oh come on, you act like I'm not allowed to date. I'm a responsible adult Vox, not a kid."

The tech overlord only stared at the screen.

Was that really all you saw him as?

A digital guardian?

Just... someone who treated you like a kid?

He scoffed, he could count more times where he was the childish one.

That was stupid.

Besides that, he had more pressing matters to deal with.

What was this... horrible sinking feeling that was running through his systems?

It was like a weight that made him struggle breathing.

"Vox?"

"I'm still here. Can't believe you would forget to tell me something as important as this."

His claws dug into his armrests, he should've been happy you found yourself a partner.

If that partner just didn't remind him so much of himself.

"I'm sorry okay? I was really busy the last few days."

"The last few days? How long have you even been talking to this guy dollface?"

"Months? Probably? I've known him for a while now, he was the school crush when I was back in high school."

Vox wanted to convince you that this guy was bad news.

A walking red flag if you will.

He... should know.

Vox was at least aware of himself that much.

Still, he swallowed it all back and just replied to you again.

"I don't mind the fact you're off the market, hell- congratulations even! Just don't get into any sketchy shit. You know, anything that could be used against you as blackmail."

"Yeah yeah, I know what I'm doing Vox. Seriously, don't worry about it!"

You simply brushed off his worry, typical.

That just made the suffocating feeling even worse.

He didn't even know where it came from, or why.

"Oh yeah! I've got a boyfriend now!"

Those words replayed in his head like a bullet to the skull.

The day hadn't even started.

And Vox already wished it was over.

This just continued for a while, your presence in his schedule became negligible and Vox was falling back into his old vices.

He became snappy, irritable, just downright intolerable to be around.

The employees were feeling it, the Vees were collateral-

Not even Valentino could placate Vox's current horrid state.

It's been a week.

Vox stopped bothering to message you in the morning.

But he didn't stop checking if you would message him even once or twice.

It was pathetic.

And another.

Vox broke more than a dozen phones from just throwing them around.

He drank himself to sleep every night.

Valentino and Velvette were getting tired of having to dump his wasted ass on his bed every time.

And another.

Vox holed himself up in his monitor room whenever he wasn't needed.

No one could get him to come out.

Not even for food or water.

If he needed anything he would get it himself.

It was a long day of broadcasts and meetings, another monotonous cycle in his fast-paced life.

Vox intended to just drink until he passed out again, but he somehow found himself drunkenly stumbling through the halls of the Vee Tower into his monitor room.

He honestly didn't even know what he was doing this time.

The overlord fought to keep his own head up as he collapsed in his chair.

He glanced over to the side your computer's screen was connected to and let out a shaky sigh.

God, he fucking missed you.

Against his better judgement, Vox connected himself to your devices again.

He went straight to your playlist and just pressed start.

Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor~

Vox spun around in his chair, letting the music ebb and flow into his brain.

He took another swig from the bottle of alcohol in his other hand, squinting at the screens.

Everything was just kind of fuzzy.

Reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it anymore...

It took him by surprise when one of the screens showed your living room.

Had you connected him to your TV again?

"Vox...? Are you there?"

And I wonder if I've ever crossed your mind?

He was too out of it to properly say anything, Vox couldn't recall if the words that stumbled out of him were even coherent.

"Dude... you look like shit."

Listening to your voice gave him a slight moment of sobriety.

"Likewise dollface."

For me it happens all the time...

"Are you wasted??"

"Erm, not really. Just buzzed."

He was able to take a good look at you then, your eyes were red and puffy like you'd just been crying.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now...

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Uh... well... you know that guy I was dating?"

Vox took a swig of alcohol before he replied, there was no way he was making it through his conversation unless he was drunk out of his circuits.

"My personality copycat? Yeah, what about?"

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control-

"Your personality- what??"

"Dollface, do you seriously think I wouldn't notice how much of a walking red flag that asshole was?"

You paused as he took another swig of his drink, Vox didn't miss that look of guilt and pity in your eyes.

"But you just called him your copy."

"And? I know I'm a piece of shit. Takes one to know one."

And I need you now...

"Whatever, I don't think you'd stoop as low as he did."

"That's for me to judge, what did the bastard do?"

He saw the slight tremble in your posture, your voice cracked as if you were holding back sobs.

And I don't know how I can do without-

"I- I knew I should've listened to you. I sent him compromising pictures and he... he-"

"You sent him nudes and he used them to blackmail you didn't he?"

You flopped back down on the couch and his unfocused eyes met your watery ones.

So that's why you'd been crying.

I just need you now...

"It doesn't feel good to have your trust broken by someone you gave your heart to I'd reckon."

You scoffed at him, wiping away your tears as they continued to fall.

Vox so badly wanted to make it stop, but he didn't trust himself to be lucid enough to say the right words.

"Well wouldn't you know? I'd bet the women over there would throw themselves at your feet."

Another shot of whisky, can't stop looking at the door...

Vox couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not that made it seem like he heard jealousy in your voice.

There wasn't any reason for you to feel envious anyway.

He took another swig of alcohol before meeting your gaze once again.

Wishing you'd come sweeping, in the way you did before~

"So what if there are? I'm too busy to pursue a dedicated relationship. I mean- have you seen the amount of shit I have to deal with every day?"

You looked dejected by his answer, or at least that's what Vox thought.

Yeah, he was absolutely wasted.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?

"So what did you do? Did you break up with the guy?"

"Can't. If I do, he'll release all my pictures online."

Vox hummed, pulling up a window on your computer for you to interact with.

He was a paranoid man as is, but this just proved it didn't hurt to have precautions in place.

For me it happens all the time...

"What is that?"

"Something I made for all your files months ago."

"What does it do?"

Vox took another swig from his bottle.

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now...

"A safeguard, all files you send from your devices can be irreversibly corrupted remotely. An encryption thing, I tried to tell you about it but you didn't respond."

He wasn't surprised that you pressed the prompt to start the file corruption process on those pictures you'd sent.

Hell, everything you sent the rat bastard that broke your heart.

Honestly, the fucker didn't even deserve you.

Neither did Vox if he had to be honest with himself.

Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control-

The overlord stayed silent as he drank once more from his bottle of booze.

It was nearly empty at this point, not that he cared.

He could only assume you were watching the progress bar load which was why you didn't say anything.

And I need you now...

Vox just watched as you eventually got up and used your phone to call someone.

A smug smile worked onto his face when he realized who you were talking to.

After all, you'd only curse like a sailor when you were genuinely mad.

And I don't know how I can do without-

"You're kind of hot when you get angry you know?"

"Pfft, is that why you like to piss me off then?"

"Maybe, though I usually do just to get a reaction out of you anyways."

I just need you now...

Vox saw you roll your eyes, a smile finally gracing your face and he couldn't help but return it.

"I just became single again and you're already hitting on me huh?"

"Whaaaaat? I would never."

Vox humored you well into the morning hours.

The both of you talking once again like old times.

Like nothing even happened.

Eventually it got to the point you had fallen asleep on the couch right in front of the TV during one of Vox's stories.

The overlord let a soft genuine smile appear on his face at the sight.

At least you were okay again.

He swirled the remaining alcohol in the bottle and threw his head back as he downed the rest of it.

Finally feeling the exhaustion catch up to him, both emotionally and physically-

Vox's screen dimmed as he succumbed to slumber right alongside you in his chair.

A/N: HOOOOLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER IS LONG- this was an absolute UNIT of a segment but it gets better in the next one I promise, besides- I don't want to doom Vox and Reader by the narrative, that would just be a sucky ending. We'll still have more emotionally vulnerable stuff in the next interlude so if that's not your cup of tea feel free to skip it too.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

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fastcardotmp3 · 1 month

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i know it's been mumblemumblemumble months since i updated The Golden Afternoon, BUT i think i've reached the three-quarters mark so here's a little snippet for your patience MWAH! phone pining and (the start of) phone sex for u <3

Eddie makes a grumbling sound of halfway approval on the other end of the line and Steve gives the curling phone cord some slack as he turns onto his side, kicking the covers lower on his waist as he starts to overheat.

“I miss you,” he offers earnestly, barely getting it out before Eddie is choking out a cough of a laugh.

“Well, fuck you too.”

Steve stalls. Furrows his brow. “Okay?”

“I mean,” Eddie scoffs, “if I say it back I’m an asshole right? Pathetic lover who can’t handle his guy going out and doing something he needs to do?”

“Your guy, huh?” Steve pokes the bear, because it feels good, because it feels right, because it makes Eddie laugh. And sure, there’s still a hint of bitterness to it, but he knows it’s not about him.

Somehow, Steve knows that. It’s a tenet in the keeping of Eddie Munson and he knows all about that.

“Fuck you, Steve.”

“You should say it.”

“What?”

“That you miss me.”

Eddie stalls. Steve bites his lip picturing the twist of his face, the pinch of long fingers at the bridge of his strong nose.

“Say it,” he goads. “Come on, Munson, you gonna leave me hanging?”

“Steve—”

“I would be more offended if you didn’t miss me back,” Steve tells him flatly. “You want my ego to wither up and die out here? Come on. Come on.”

“I miss you!” Eddie exclaims against the teasing, loud and brash and sudden and Steve rolls onto his back with an arm tossed over his beaming face in utter uncontrollable fondness. “I miss you so bad it hurts, man. I miss you hard enough I feel like I need someone to sit on my chest just to calm down. I miss you like the goddamn world is ending all over again and you’re right here. You’re right here and I still… Fuck. Is your ego stroked enough, you bastard?”

Steve would be smug, he would be over the moon cocky and make it known in an instant if he didn’t feel so— so—

“God,” breathy with his arm still over his face, heart thumping against his ribs and something hot deep in his gut just at— just at that. Whatever that was. “God, that’s— I don’t, um, know the word for how that makes me, like…. Christ.”

Quiet on the other side of the phone; quiet breath like hesitation, like curiosity.

If there is anything Steve knows to be true about Eddie, it’s in his curiosity. If there’s anything he knows better than that, it’s in the acknowledgement that Eddie has tampered it down for Steve’s sake for a good long while.

When they first met, first became acquaintances no matter how accidentally so, Eddie had been this blunt thing, just as blunt as Steve was and just as unapologetic.

He changed over time, in all of his taking care, in all of his grief and the stagnant nature of it when Steve came back but not whole. Eddie changed and he stopped asking so many questions of Steve, stopped demanding answers, stopped demanding much of anything outside of his wish to be kept.

It aches something smart at the center of Steve’s chest.

It makes him want to go back and smack himself around, make some of his own demands of a selfish boy too caught up in his own mess.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Steve says on a sigh, not disappointed, but obvious in his wanting. Unashamed and asking for the same in return. “What are you thinking?”

“Steve.”

“Tell me.”

Another breath. That old curiosity.

“When you get— when your voice,” Eddie clears his throat, a humming sound somewhere at the back of his throat swirling that same spot in his gut which had lit up at being missed, “you just sounded like— God, for a minute you sounded the same as that night.”

“That night,” Steve exhales, it could refer to any number of things, but the way Eddie’s voice sounds makes it clear, makes it tangible in his nerve endings. “When you found me.”

A stutter of air down phone lines and the rattle of the radiator under the window.

“When I found you. Fuck, Steve—”

“Are you in our room?” Steve’s hand splays flat at the center of his abdomen, thumb skirting over the faint tickle of hair, over the hills and valleys of scar tissue. “Are you alone, Ed?”

Eddie hums out a sound in agreement, “you make me feel insane, like actually kinda out of control of my own body? I miss you and I— I can’t stop thinking about—”

“I’m sorry I left right after,” Steve’s heart pounds at the tone of Eddie’s voice, the obvious want in it, “I’m sorry we only got to do it once, that I didn’t get to— to properly touch you. Without the rush and without the— the rest. Just touch you, just—”

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie groans, “you’re too far away to talk like that. You’re too far away to make me feel like this, I just need, I need—”

“Do what you need,” Steve cuts him off for the third time in a row, not to brush Eddie aside, but to try and build for him a pathway to not overthink it. “I want you to. Will you?”

Steve only got to touch Eddie the once, only got to strip him naked and wrap himself around expanses of pale and painted skin, but it’s one memory that the visceral recollection of he’ll never want to shake.

The jackrabbiting heart in his chest and the needy sounds stumbling out of his mouth, Eddie is a magnificent thing when it comes down to it, when he feels so fully and lets himself do so.

“Steve, I don’t want to— not alone,” he chokes out so far away and right in the shell of Steve’s ear, but chokes like want as much as like tears.

“Not alone,” Steve sighs as he lets his hand drift over the fabric of his briefs, ghosting touch enough to tease and enough to have his breath catching. “I miss you so much, Ed. I’ll let you hear it, okay?”

“Fuck. Okay.”

“And you’ll let me hear it too?” Steve wraps his hand around the growing erection pulling at soft cotton and lets his head fall back into the pillow, lets his eyes slip shut to where he can all but see the look in Eddie’s eyes, the flush of his chest when he responds—

“Anything.”

#dot fic #dot post #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel but also DON'T expect it anytime soon i just had a good writing week for it fjklad

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eclecticqueennerd · 8 months

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Homelander as a Girl Dad

Trigger warning: DV, parental alienation, Homelander being Homelander.

Prompt: Anonymous asked: I don't know if someone already requested Homelander as a girl dad. But could I request him to have a supe daughter who is really close to him and loves him and yet also hates, fears him and can’t wait for the world to be rid of him.

This work is written as first a headcanon then transitions into a story. Enjoy!

You were Homelander's personal assistant and from the moment Ashley hired you, Homelander was infatuated. He would drop not-so-subtle hints of his affection and shower you with gifts and experiences you never thought you’d get. He’d take you to movie premiers and had you meet the members of the Seven. He would give you any and all dresses, shoes, and accessories you’d want. You were always attracted to Homelander; to his charm, his heroism, and his good looks. So, when you realized that the affections were mutual and he told you to call him John, you felt like the luckiest girl on earth.

When the relationship moved towards a physical one, John was as gentle as he could be with you. There were a few times when you had to remind him that you were just a normal person and not to be so rough. John would often say he’d want a family with you and that having a child would be the greatest gift anyone could ever give him. When you became pregnant and told John, both of your worlds were turned upside down. For better or worse, well it depends on your perspective.

You were okay with being in the public eye when working as Homelander’s personal assistant, and even more adjusted to it when the two of you started dating. Once the world heard that the two of you were expecting, the paparazzi increased tenfold. You were not able to go anywhere without paparazzi taking pictures and asking questions. One time the crowd of photographers was so dense, that a paparazzi accidentally bumped your baby belly too hard and made you stumble over in pain. Once that story went public, you were not allowed to leave John’s penthouse without him accompanying you. There were rumors that Homelander ‘took care’ of the photographer, but you chose to not believe them. Your sweet and charming John wasn’t capable of something so awful.

John is a busy man, attending meetings, social events, and the occasional hero work. You spent the majority of your days in the penthouse, there were people cooking for you and waiting on you hand and foot. You grew lonely, most of the people there either working in their positions to get a paycheck or out of fear, not speaking to you often. Whenever John came home, you’d run to him and embrace him, him being your only source of interaction. You’d ask him how his day went, sometimes he’d tell you, other times, he’d ask how the baby was.

When you gave birth, John was a little disappointed that it was a girl. You would reassure him that girls can do whatever boys can and that sometimes a father-daughter bond is stronger. John perked up after hearing that. In the beginning, John would be put off by the care of having an infant. They stink, they’re loud, messy and so goddamn needy. He did like the perk of you breastfeeding, it was always incorporated into sexy times with him. You thought of it as an undiscovered kink of his.

When your daughter was older, around toddler age, that’s when John started to take more interest in being a father figure. He’d teach Callie, your daughter, how to walk, how to use the potty, how to read. In the beginning, you were fine with it, it gave you a chance to take some time for yourself and watch the two of them bond. As time went on, you noticed that John would start to leave you out of the conversation and bonding experience as a family.

As time went on, John pushed you out more and more when interacting with Callie. He’d be the one taking care of her daily needs, ignoring you when you’d ask for updates on how she was doing in school, how her doctor’s visit went, and other important information. When you spoke to John about how you were feeling left out, he showed you a side of him you’ve never seen before. Hatred, malice, disdain. John wanted to be the sole caregiver to Callie. There were times that he’d shut you away in a room all by yourself, making you a prisoner in your own home. There were times when John would make the move to smack or attempt to hit you, but he’d always stop himself. After a while, he revoked your privilege of calling him John, you now had to call him Homelander.

You’d ask Homelander what went wrong in the relationship for him to treat you this way, but your inquiry was met with hostility. You began to contemplate leaving the penthouse whenever the two of them left for an outing. You know Homelander would never hurt Callie, he adores her. So, one day, you left…

“I’m home dad!” Callie said as she threw her schoolbag on the floor and walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. It’s been a few years since her mother left and she was told by her father that it was because her mother didn’t love her anymore. Callie was hurt by what her father told her, but she had no reason not to believe him.

“Hey sport, how are you today?” Homelander said as he threw his muscled arms around Callie. Callie grimaced but accepted the hug. Homelander noticed the change in her mood, he pulled himself away from her and asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh huh, don’t lie to me missy. Tell me, what’s up?” Callie looks around the room, wanting to look at anything besides her father.

“I… uh… don’t think that you can help me with this. It’s something moms usually talk about.”

“Of course, I can help you, Callie. You can trust me with anything.” A few moments of silence and then Callie said,

“I got my period today.” Homelander blinked at Callie. Damn… I don’t know how to help her with that he thought. Homelander grabbed Callies’ hand and the two of them went to the entrance of the penthouse.

“Where are we going?”

“I have someone we’re going to talk to.” The two of them appeared in front of Ashleys office. Homelander opens the door, and a voice rang thru the large room,

“What the fuck have I told you about knocking Ashley?” Homelander and Callie came through the threshold. Ashleys demeanor went from hardened to frightened the moment she laid eyes on the man. Callie noticed this was a common theme with anyone that came across her father.

“Homelander, Callie. H-how can I help you?” Ashley said as her hand flew up into her red hair. Homelander sat Callie down on the sofa in the lounge area and went to mute the TV that was displaying the news.

“Callie here is now a woman. She needs to know some helpful tips about periods.” Callie turned to her dad and gave him a look that can be conveyed as ‘what the fuck?’ Homelander just shrugged as Ashley cleared her throat. Ashley walked from behind her desk to sit herself onto the armchair to the left of Callie. Ashley let out a nervous chuckle, looking at Homelander before she spoke,

“We’ll, as you know, periods are a normal thing for women…” Ashley looks around the room, trying to find inspiration in what she’s telling Callie. “Periods are a beautiful and natural thing for a young woman to have! They mean that—Oh my god!” Ashleys attention went to the TV screen, as did the other two. Displayed was a picture of a tall, bearded man in a trench coat and next to him, was you. The caption on the picture stated, “SUSPECTS WANTED FOR THE DEATH OF TRANSLUCENT” Ashley began stuttering, mumbling, and furiously twisting her hair in her fingers. Callie stood up and walked towards the TV, closely inspecting the picture of you in your disguise. Homelander approached the TV and promptly turned it off.

“Okay that’s enough for today. I think this kiddo has some homework to do dontcha bud?” Homelander grabs Callies hand and drags her out of Ashleys office. A million thoughts ran through Callies mind. ‘Why would mom join the bad guys? Why did she kill Translucent? Why did she leave me?’ Homelander picked up on the hurt on Callies face and said,

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll get it all taken care of.” Homelander took Callie back to the penthouse and said that he needed to step out for business and that she could order a pizza for dinner. When gone, Callie gathered her key fob and left the penthouse in search of you.

It had been a few hours looking in the area you’d been photographed, but Callie had finally found you in the subway, tucked away in a corner waiting for the train to arrive. She took in your appearance; sunglasses, ballcap and a leather jacket with the lapels pulled up to hide your face. Callie approached you slowly,

“Hey mom.” You spun to face her, freezing at the young girl standing before you. It’s been years since you’d seen Callie, at least in person. You’d seen her on TV many times, making appearances with your ex. She was a perfect mix of both you and Homelander.

“Callie. What are you doing here?”

“I saw you on TV.”

“It’s not safe for you to be here honey.”

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that after how you left us. After how you left me!” Callie began raising her voice, emotions starting to grow inside her. You approached her slowly after noting the fists Callie was making and said,

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” A tear ran down Callies cheek. You desperately wanted to reach out and wipe it away, you however treated her like she was a frightened animal, careful with your movements.

“Why did you leave?” You never wanted to answer that question, wanting Homelander to have that special bond between father and daughter untarnished. Before you could open your mouth, you heard the train approach, looking in its direction, you were torn. Now was your chance to escape, but you also wanted to set things straight with your daughter.

“Callie… I-”

“Trains ‘ere.” The man that was with you earlier on the TV broadcast appeared next to you, voice heavy with a cockney accent. Callie looked at both you and the tall man, named Billy Butcher. Callie had heard her father speak of him from time to time and how he was the bane of his existence. Once the train stopped, you made the difficult decision to part ways with Callie, you didn’t want her getting caught up in all your bullshit. Homelander will keep her safe, he would never let anything happen to her. As you found your seat on the train, Callie sat down next to you.

“Callie!”

“You never answered my question, why did you leave?” Looking between Callie and the subway train floor, you told her everything. How Homelander was the nicest man you’d ever met, and he slowly showed himself to be a monster. You told her of the domestic abuse and the times that he would alienate you from being a mother to Callie.

“I love you so much Callie. I never wanted to leave you, but I couldn’t stay with your father. I knew he would never lay a finger on you, you’re all he’s ever wanted.” Callie’s world was rocked. Her whole life she’d heard from her father that she wasn’t loved by you, that the only reason why you wanted to be with her Homelander was because of fame and fortune.

The train rolled to a stop a few stations from when the three of them went on. As you got off the train, Callie followed you and Butcher. Callie noticed the whispers between you and Butcher, you look back at her.

“Callie you can’t come with us.”

“I’ve finally found you after all these years and now you want to push me away?! It’s not fair!” Callie clenched her fist and punched a brick pillar, knocking the blocks loose. Callie’s face widens in shock, she’s never done that before. She didn’t even know she had the strength.

“Callie, what we do, is too dangerous for you. I’ll give you my number so we can text but know that I can’t always reply. Butcher, go ahead to the hideout, I’ll take Callie back home.” You and Callie catch a train ride to a subway stop just a block from Vought tower. On the train, you two talk about school and what her favorite subjects are, its art, what flavor ice cream she likes, it’s the same as yours, and Callie asked you what to do when it came to periods.

“It’s important to keep yourself clean, shower at least once a day. There may be times when you will have a stain, don’t worry. This happens to all of us at some point. If it happens at school and it’s on your pants, wear a sweatshirt around your waist if you can. Also, don’t wear white pants if you can help it.” Callie absorbed as much information you had to give about the subject, appreciative that you’re willing to talk about such a sensitive topic. Callie was beginning to question her father’s animosity towards you, you were so warm and welcoming and kind, the opposite of his descriptors was for you. Finally reaching your destination and standing outside of the tower, you give Callie a quick hug.

“Text me anytime but please, don’t tell your father about this. I don’t know when I can see you again, but if this plan pulls through then it may be sooner than later.” Callie nodded her head and went inside the building and into the elevator. Callie stepped into the penthouse and saw a worried Homelander standing next to the kitchen island.

“And where were you?” Homelanders voice low, eyes narrow, almost like he knew what she was up to, he just waiting for her to confess. Callie met his menacing glare with one of her own, and replied,

“Out.” She then left to go into her room, revulsion filling her thoughts about her father. Homelander the world's greatest and strongest superhero, was a calculating cruel man who filled her head with lies in an attempt to hate her own mother. Callie hoped whatever plan her mother had up her sleeve worked.

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citadelsanchez · 2 years

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How about Rick goes on a mission and he’d been gone for a very long time, and female reader is depressed because she wants to see him, and rick finally comes back home and sees shes crying because she misses him can be smut or fluff or both I don’t care. :) or dont even have to do it at all lol

have a good day 💕

Cannnn do.

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2 months.

That's how long you've been in your dark cloud of melancholy and anger.

How long you've been adjusting to life without him. You know that he's a headstrong wanderer and you tell yourself that you don't care. That you would never slip and show any pushback to hinder him from doing what he wants. And that just happens to currently be a lengthy space mission with Morty, -that his parents very begrudgingly agreed to, and you pretended to show enthusiasm for.

But goddamn it, you ache for him. And you hate to admit that but it bubbles in your chest until you feel like you'll collapse from the sensation. And you're conflicted because you know he would care if he knew, but he wouldn't let on about it. Because he wouldn't expect you to show it. So you just fill your lungs with air and try to continue through your day, everyday.

How could you not miss Rick? His indignant nature to those around him, cracked only by the far and few in between moments where he shows his compassion that he tries so desperately to stow away. It's always made you yearn for him, mentally and physically.

And you feel a somber sense of pride, knowing that you've changed his ways some.

You've chipped heavily at the wall of protection he guards constantly. He throws jabs at you, then softens his eyes immediately after. He gets black out drunk and rages about his family and love lost; then lays his head in your lap, finally losing consciousness, while you stare in wonder. He creeps into your bed at night when he thinks you're asleep, laying still beside you for a few minutes, just to be sure you're not awake, before wrapping an arm around you and resting his chin on the top of your head. You always make sure to breathe softly to imitate your deep slumber while you smile in content. "I-I'm uh, not a cuddler," he'd said before.

You lay in your bed now, hands clutching your blanket and tears pooling quietly in your eyes while you think of this.

It's become a nightly routine- you begin to shake and sob a little, while looking through pictures and videos you've saved on your phone of Rick. You at least know that Rick is alive and safe as you hold close the stuffed "Mini Rick" doll he'd given you that tracks his status and updates if he's in danger. "Rather give it to you t-than Beth, she'd just go nuts," he'd said. You've called him a few times over the past 59 days but never got a response, so you left it be. Knowing that he was alive was all you had.

"Rick, where are you? Come home, please. I-I miss you. It's-it's been so long. I need to see you., seriously.." You tell the doll through tears, staring into its beady eyes. It was useless- you knew it didn't have a listening feature because that's not what Rick designed it for.

["Rick has a heart rate of 95 bpm and is not in danger"] the doll spoke in Rick's programmed voice.

Your eyes burn as you pulled the blanket over your head. You're glad that no one can hear your awful wailing since you live alone.

Hours seemed to pass as sleep slowly started evading you when you hear a whooshing noise and a small grunt. Terrified, you scream in surprise and hold your phone flashlight in front of the sound.

"A-ah Jesus fuck, Y/N, it's just me," you hear a gruff voice curse. Rick.

"Rick? Is it really you?" You ask, a flood of emotions now filling your head.

He puts his portal gun in his coat pocket and sits on your bed. "W-who else do you know with a fucking poORTAL gun?" He burps.

You reach out to hug him and bury your head in his neck. "I um, missed you dickhead," you say, feeling a mountain of stress fall from your body as he hugs you back.

"I missed you too I guess," he mumbles and you hit him playfully.

"Wow, I'm glad I get the ultimate privilege of being an 'I guess'."

He rolls his eyes and takes a good look at your messy hair and stained makeup. "You uh, look a little rough."

You feel embarrassment creep up as you wipe your face. "Yeah, I was watching sad animal videos. I-I don't know why I do it to myself" you say, impressed by your own ability of making something up on the spot.

Rick stares at you with a slight look of amusement and sympathy on his face. "Uh huh, you're as convincing as always. Come here" he says, pulling you softly to lay down with him.

Your cheeks flush realizing that he's probably pieced together why you were actually crying. Of course, smartest man bullshit. Why wouldn't he?

You're staring at his soft face and blue locks while his eyes are closed. He looks exhausted, but somehow still so angelic. "T-turn around," he demands. You scoff lightly and roll over, before feeling both of his arms come around your waist and his chin rest on top of your head.

"We're uh, not done with the mission yet" Rick speaks quietly.

"Still? Why are you here already then? Not that I'm complaining."

He's quiet for a minute before responding. "You needed to see me."

Your brows furrow in confusion as his arms tighten around you. "What?"

He kisses the back of your head. "You should sleep now."

"Rick, what do you mean by that?"

Silence again before he responds. "You said that you needed to see me."

You pause and register what he's saying. Mini Rick. He heard you speaking to the doll.

"Rick! So you could hear me the whole time?"

He traces the outline of your stomach with his head still resting comfortably on top of yours. You can hear the smugness laced in his voice. "Sure could, sweetie. B-but like I said, let's get some rest."

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beabeemu · 10 months

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All This Time Pt. 2

Itoshi Rin x Reader

SERIES!!!: Part 2 of All this time

Pt. 1 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt.5 Pt. 6

Uncle Osamu!! (From Haikyuu) Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way I always imagined their red hair, the same shade as taylor swift from the all-too-well short film. It's such a beautiful shade!!! Rei's hair is also like that.

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“Mama! My teacher said to give you this” She handed me a flyer that said “Family day! Bring your family over for a planned picnic at kitsune park!! With games and a special program prepared by…”

It said more stuff on the bottom but I didn’t bother reading it because… well it wasn’t THAT important. But it did say it was a potluck kind of event, so we had to bring something.

“This looks fun! Right, rei?”

“Yeah!! I’m so excited!! I can’t wait!!”

“Well, that’s great!! What food do you wanna bring??”

“Can we please bring dango???”

“Ehh, We need to bring something that other families can eat during lunch love, dango wouldn’t be enough. But we can bring a dango if that’s what you want, we just need something more.”

“What about onigiri mama??? We can have Uncle Miya make them!!”

“That wouldn’t be bad, he does owe me some money. Ok! Then it’s settled, we’ll have uncle osamu make onigiri”

“Good afternoon everyone!! We would like to announce the opening of our (blah blah blah blah)

Now for everyone who brought food, please be guided to our long table over there”

He pointed towards the long ass table to the side, then the parents started making their move to get a good space, Rei and I had already laid our picnic blanket on the ground so I told her to stay there while I put the onigiri’s that Osamu made on the table.

“Oh! Hello Y/n! What do you have there? Onigiri? How cute!”

I looked at the woman beside me, she was smiling on the outside but I know all too well that it was all fake, ever since they found out that I got pregnant at 16, they’ve been making me feel like a goddamn fiend ever since. Just because I look pretty even after having a kid and you don’t doesn’t mean that you get to talk shit about me behind my back.

“Yeah! And I see you have some gyoza. How… cute”

I purposely made my voice sound like I was mocking her and she just smiled, obviously annoyed. I just turned my back and continued putting out the onigiri.

Then they started their programs, they had some kids from an upper grade perform. They played games and stuff. I took a lot of pictures of my cute af daughter.

After 2 hours, they told us that it was time for lunch. I held Rei’s hand as we made our way to the food table. She pointed out what she wanted to eat, and I was just holding her plate taking whatever she was telling me to get.

“I want that ma! And that too!! Get some dango too Mom!”

“Ok ok, jeez, we can go back for seconds you know?”

“Ehh, but it might all get eaten by then” she pouted at my suggestion, I just sighed and we continued walking down the table. Our onigiri was second to the last of the row, as we reached the end, I was already holding 2 plates of food.

“Ok, is this enough rei?”

“Yup!”

“Ok, then grab us some juice over there, and I’ll meet you back to our spot ok?”

“Ok, mama!”

I watch her run off to the drinks station, and as I was about to leave, I heard the moms behind me talk.

“Ooh! Onigiri, nice!! And they're made by that miya guy too!!”

I saw in my periphery as the woman was about to get an onigiri, the same mom from before stopped her.

“Don’t!! Those were brought by y/n. She’s related to the guy who owns that restaurant (Osamu)”

The woman stopped by the mention of my name, and her stare of excitement and pure delight was replaced by disgust and an annoyed look shadowed her whole face.

“Ugh? That sucks, I was hoping to have some onigiri, but if it’s brought by her? nevermind”

“Right?? I was looking forward to it too, then Mina told me that it was that whore who brought it in”

The three of them probably didn’t notice me leave because they didn’t stop gossiping about me, I felt hot tears pool in my eyes. I sat down on the blanket and wiped my eyes before Rei could see me cry. I put on my shade so that I could cover my already red eyes.

“Look, mama! I got your favorite!”

Rei handed me the pineapple-flavored drink, I took it and chuckled. No matter how much other people shame me for having her, I would never regret having her. Because she is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

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Online/Offline [Choi San] - Masterlist

By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)

Fic type: social media au / traditional

Pairing: San x fem!reader

Genre: cafe setting, streamer, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, male lead secrets

Warnings: stalking, verbal abuse, online harassment, attempted kidnapping, “honey trap”, drinking

Status: Currently updating

Updates: Mondays and Tuesdays at 12pm EST

Synchronously posted with Music of the Heart (any asterisked (*) chapters means they’re shared between both fics)

[intro post explaining y/n and t/n]

SYNOPSIS:

Y/n has been a faceless streamer since she was 17 or 18 and - even though she’s friends with an idol from a popular group - no one knows who she is. Things start to go wrong when someone posts a picture in front of her old job and she makes the move from her hometown to Seoul. What will happen when she makes a whole bunch of new friends at the nearby cafe?

Also, how does y/n’s existence connect to t/n, someone she’s never met?

🧋 main cast

Chapters:

🧋 Prologue | the inciting incident

🧋 one | The Unofficial JGG Steam Rundown

🧋 two | fried chicken and baby pictures

🧋 three | one week later

🧋 four | what’s the wifi?

🧋 five | a job would be nice

🧋 six | students, please pay attention in class

🧋 seven | above minimum wage. like, *way* above

🧋 eight | trimming the fat

🧋 nine | screep screep goddamn!

🧋 ten | F, senpai

🧋 eleven | QUITE the face journey

🧋 twelve | welcome to AtoZ café

🧋 thirteen | she definitely used to be a barista

🧋 fourteen | commit to the bit

🧋 fifteen | *heartlessly*

🧋 sixteen | our beautiful boy

🧋 seventeen | bean boyz / shadow beanz

🧋 eighteen | were they in a drama or something?

🧋 nineteen | how are the fields this year?

🧋 twenty | the devil was an angel too, before he fell

🧋 twenty-one | busy bees send emails

🧋 twenty-two | leroyyyyy jenkins!

🧋 twenty-three | bean babez

🧋 twenty-four | a car? in this economy?

🧋 twenty-five | can I pick her up? can I tell her I love her? will she get mad?

🧋 twenty-six | get thee to a nunnery, wench

🧋 twenty-seven | like a dumbass

🧋 twenty-eight | double high five

🧋 twenty-nine | “just mix them up”

🧋 thirty | a loudmouth with no sense of self preservation

🧋 thirty-one | stephen from canada

🧋 thirty-two | because…

🧋 thirty-three | i think he’s just nice, that’s all

🧋 thirty-four | you’re both Too Nice

🧋 thirty-five | you really do need a vacation

🧋 thirty-six | petition to have cat kicked from the discord

🧋 thirty-seven | stream CALLiSTO everyone

🧋 thirty-eight | what’s your channel name?

🧋 thirty-nine | she’s the streamer

🧋 forty | we can’t keep meeting like this

🧋 forty-one | “family drama”

🧋 forty-two | meet the morn

🧋 forty-three | feline photoshoot

🧋 forty-four | caturday

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Epilogue 5

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demisesims · 1 year

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Copperdale High is a pretty average small-town school. It's a little worse for wear but is still home to the students of Copperdale.

The original school is too damn BIG. I hate when my sim takes half the school day to get to their classroom on the other side of the goddamn planet. This school lot uses space much more efficiently. The main hallway features the cafeteria and offers easy access to the principal's office, bathroom, and both classrooms. Head upstairs for an old gym and nurse's office and a more updated media center. Students technically aren't allowed in the basement...but truant sims can find a little hangout.

I'll be releasing a matching auditorium lot soon!

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This lot uses no cc! It does use a lot of packs/kits but don't fret! You can see the packs used in the last picture.

Here are the packs you probably need if you don't want a bunch of items missing: Growing Together, High School Years (duh), Discover University, Get Famous, City Living, Get Together, Get to Work, Strangerville, Vampires, Dine Out, Spa Day.

All other packs use some minor decor.

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You can download the tray files here or you can find it on the gallery.

Item Name: Grunge Copperdale High Creator: DemiseSims

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gabessquishytum · 8 months

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Work has been killing me and I can't get the idea of Hob, as stupid and sweet as he is, getting a job as a security guard at a local sex shop. He got interviewed by the manager of the shop, really Lucienne is a lovely woman and got to meet some of the day crew. Unfortunately, the morning guard is pretty comfy in his current position and as such, he's stuck working nights.

Working nights isn't so terrible. He has to deal with far more weirdos and sex objects than he's accustomed to, but other than kicking out the occasional masturbator inappropriately using the video arcade, he's loving it! Except for the night cashier, whose little black name tag reads "Dream." He was warned about this guy by Lucienne as he can be a bit of an asshole and really curt with both customers and staff. He's also mostly silent throughout the shift as he stocks and helps people find things which kills the ever-perpetual social butterfly Hob is. It's not like he needs to talk, but it would be a hell of a lot more fun busting shoplifters and perverts when you have someone to commiserate with after all. It also doesn't help that he's so goddamn pretty it hurts.

This all changes when a guy comes in and starts hardcore perving on Dream, asking him which lubes he's used, if he's ever taken a real dick before. Really invasive questions. Hob steps in and tries to get the guy to see reason, but he's not receptive to the idea. Then Hob gets loud and the guy gets loud back. Things break down into a fist fight Hob soundly wins by knockout.

After he tosses the guy out, he panics about losing his job and Dream, for all his prickly personality and hateable sneer, comforts him and tells him as long as nobody says anything to Loosh, then it's history. From then on, they learn a lot about the other. Hob is in classes to become a teacher. Dream is on the spectrum somewhat and has a lot of sensory issues, which explains the attitude. Back and forth until they're taking smoke breaks together in the storage room and get even closer.

By the end of Hob's three-month probation period, they're already going at it like rabbits. Dream only feels safe when Hob works and they've done more than their fair share of "product testing."

- 🤜 Anon

Aww this is such a meetcute <3

Turns out, Dream is a bit of an expert when it comes to the merchandise in the shop. He’s tried a bit of everything and he does genuinely give good recommendations to customers (if they ask nicely). Hob, on the other hand, is a bit of a newbie. He’s used a pussy pocket but it was cheap and kind of eh. And he loves to finger himself and get fucked by the guys he occasionally brings home, but he’s never dared to buy his own dildo.

Now he’s got Dream to satisfy all his needs, but Dream has also started introducing a few little toys in the bedroom. He asks Hob to wear a cock ring, and he also gets Hob to use a bullet vibrator, and most times they hook up Dream has a plug already snuggled in his arse. The more Hob sees, the more curious he gets, and he eventually admits that he’s a bit clueless when it comes to sex toys. Dream gives one of his rare tiny smiles, and promises to give Hob a thorough education.

It’s Dream who picks out Hob’s first dildo for him and presents it to him after work. There’s even a ribbon tied around the box. He tells Hob to go home and give it a try, and to keep him updated. Hob’s ears turn bright red and he scurries off to do as he’s told. The toy isn’t huge - in fact, it reminds Hob of Dream’s dick. Long and not too girthy, with a fat mushroom head. Hob sets up his phone to easily take pictures… and he gets to work. All too soon he’s desperate to cum, but he desperately grips the base of his cock and frantically texts Dream for permission. He’s a very good boy - he even says please.

It’s the first of many toys that Dream picks out specifically for Hob to use. It’s almost getting to the point that working together in the sex shop just makes them so horny all the time. They have to frantically make out (and occasionally frot on each other) during breaks.

Next time someone comes in and tries to steal a dildo, Hob collars them and hauls them out. Then he pops back inside to check on Dream.

“He picked a terrible, cheap model.” Dream shakes his head. “I could have told him that. If he’d only said please.”

#🤜 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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dreamlandiasims · 2 months

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Hi! Updated post is here! Transcript and more under the cut:

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The Reddit post:

I am very open to feedback on whether I've changed enough to address the issue of Anti-Semitic tropes that was brought up previously. If anyone is still concerned or bothered by this post, please let me know!!

Transcript:

Cahill: You kids are messing everything up, I hope you know that. I’m done, I’m retired, I don’t get involved anymore. But… access to alien tech, knowledge, resources, in the hands of Agnos… shit.

Frankie: What is so special about this one company?

Cahill: Agnos is… more than just a company. They have a frightening amount of influence in the business world. Agnos is a matriarchy, captained by Oasis Springs’ very own Nancy Landgraab. Maybe you’ve heard of her?

Frankie: I thought she was in real estate.

Cahill: She’s got a lot of fingers in a lot of pies, let’s say.

Saf [reading from her computer]: “Landgraab founded Agnos with her business partner Nick Altos, but eventually forced him out and took over the helm solo. To protect her claim on the company, she recruited her closest friends and allies to the board, including other prominent celebrities and champions of business, like Katrina Caliente, Lily Feng, and Mortimer and Bella Goth. They claims to be “pushing the limits of scientific advancements” for the “good of all Simkind”, but it’s all bullshit.”

Cahill: They don’t care what new medicine or technology they discover, only that they do it before anyone else.

Frankie: Ok, I’m getting the picture. But what does this have to do with us?

Cahill: Well, Agnos has a history of looking the other way while their subsidiaries and contractors conduct research in a… less than ethical fashion.

Saf: Shit, Frankie… You might’ve been right…

Cahill: I imagine we’ve got such a situation here, with BioSim Tech.

Erwin: So when people in town go missing, they become the lab’s unwilling research subjects.

Cahill: Well, that’s my hunch at least. But I—what are you doing?

Frankie: Answering a phone call?

Cahill: Wrong. You’re exposing us all to the possibility of being compromised. From now on we need to operate as if they are listening to every conversation. That means no texts, no calls, no emails… nothing.

Frankie: Are you kidding me? No way.

Erwin: Frankie, he’s right.

Frankie: … Ugh, fine. [under her breath] I’m sorry, Saf…

[Frankie’s Voicemail]: Hi, this is Frankie’s phone…

Saf: What the hell?

Frankie: So… what now?

Cahill: Now… I suppose I help you kids get back into that goddamn lab.

#apologies in advance for my made up explanation of how agnos works as a company #i have a very limited understanding of how businesses work lol #again i'm really not trying to make this like a commentary on capitalism #agnos as a “character” doesn't even have a huge role going forward #i just needed to create some backstory for characters that will be introduced in the future!!#anyways #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 #ts4 story #pla #frankie mitchell #safiya nasiri #george cahill #erwin pries #jill smith

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teddybeirin · 2 years

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Hiii! Hello.... 2!! 🧸💕 We're remaking this post because the previous one has slowed down quite a bit, and we're still a ways away from our goal.

TLDR: We're trapped in an abusive household & need help getting myself & our cat safely out of here, into someplace (anyplace) free of violence.

The gofundme for our escape can be found here:

Which has more details (& I am going to update it soon, after some things are taken care of hopefully today) but to add on, the cats (including mine) are still in the line of fire whenever I am not in the room to take the shouting/everything else, currently our family is impeding my access to proper food worse than usual as well, which sucks so goddamn bad :'D (I promise to share pictures of my kitty after we're out of here, & a safe distance away - to where this ask for help being easily identified if it is come across by family wouldn't put me in immediate danger, because she is so cute. You'll just have to take my word for it that she is the cutest little cat in the whole wide world for now 🐈💝)

There's no set date in mind that this needs to be met by, & I'm jumping off into the unknown anyhow with no place lined up as that just isn't possible for me. But things here have continued to worsen and get more intense, as time goes on, so it is my hope that we'll get out of here as soon as possible

With the lack of regular meals and exhaustion from lack of sleep and having to constantly manage family tension and blow-ups and household chores, it's been even more difficult to complete our main work on top of everything, despite being online it's still physically intensive (and not very good for ptsd-brain), but we are still doing our very best to keep up with that as it cannot be dropped. We still have rent to pay to our family as long as we are here.

Aside from donating to the gofundme, other ways that you could help are by commissioning artwork from us (our art-related blog where all the info for that is & will be updated is here, & more options for commission stuffs coming soon!!) or by booking a paid reading if divination strikes your fancy, or of course by reblogging this post, retweeting the tweet companion for this post, or if you feel so inclined sharing the gfm elsewhere, anywhere you like. Everyone is dealing with their own struggles right now, and it's completely okay if you can't spare any moneys to help us out of here, every single bit of help no matter what it is is appreciated.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read & to help us!!! Seeing the gfm move closer to its goal, and reading over the kind words and well-wishes we've received since asking for help like this, has already truly made a huge difference for me. It's been so difficult to hope for better, especially when I was trying to get out of here all on my own, but I feel strengthened by all of your guys' kindness and warmth. I can't thank you all nearly enough for that. 💗

#teddyposting

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defilerwyrm · 3 months

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If you don't mind me asking, how does bottom surgery affect sexual activity?

Gonna put this under a cut due to the nature of the discussion.

Really it depends on what kind of bottom surgery or surgeries you get. XX-typical genitals can be modified surgically in a pretty modular fashion. Do you want to enhance the T-dick or create something average-sized, do you want balls, do you want to get rid of the front hole or keep it, do you want to pee standing up, etc.

For the sake of brevity and accuracy, I’ll just speak to the procedures I’ve had personally: phalloplasty with urethral lengthening, scrotoplasty, and vaginectomy, and my lived experience with the healed results.

The two most obvious changes are that I can top without prosthetics and there’s only one hole for me to receive penetrative sex in (THANK FUCK, I only want & need that one!).

Psychologically, it’s galaxies better. I feel like a man jerking off/using a toy/etc instead of just having to picture myself with the correct anatomy in my mind’s eye while trying to get past the wrongness of my actual flesh.

I haven’t had anyone go down on me since the procedure on account of being the only out, adult, single gay guy within an hour’s drive in any direction, but I now have the option of receiving blowjobs. I’m pretty excited for that one. Fuckin’ sucks that I’ll never be able to blow a load in someone’s mouth or on their face, but that’s just the cards I was dealt. The glans and base of my dick are VERY sensitive so I’m confident I could get off on it at least once.

Due to some truly unbelievable, transphobic horse shit on the part of BCBS, I did not get my implants done in December like I was supposed to, so I’m still full floppy here. That means that if I want to penetrate someone (or a toy) I have to double bag it with a pair of condoms to keep it stationary enough; otherwise it’s no better than a cis man trying to penetrate someone when he’s flaccid.

The orgasms are goddamn incredible. I still feel them in my prostate (Skene’s gland), but they’re a lot shorter and sharper, and a lot more satisfying. Previously I’d often go as many as five or six rounds with myself before I felt like I’d reached a good stopping point, but now I can just go off like a bottle rocket once and I’m happy.

Mind you, I don’t know how much of that is psychosomatic with the removal of my bottom dysphoria, how much of it is testosterone (some of it certainly), how much of it is the actual anatomical change, and how much of it is that I’m getting older, but however the math shakes out, it’s a vast improvement. I don’t have to rub myself raw trying to get somewhere anymore.

It’s also a lot less messy, which I appreciate. The feeling of a wet front hole and all the associated dripping was horrid for me, and I don’t have to worry about that anymore.

I’ll update this once I have some more post-op partnered sex under my belt. Keep your fingers crossed for me that I can get hella laid when I go to New York later this year.

#bottom surgery #phalloplasty #medical transition #spicy content #transgender #ftm #trans matters #lgbtq #queerdom

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iampowerhungry · 10 months

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48HC.

So, this is me being completely honest, I already did the challenge but I'm going to revise it again. Why, you may ask, I did leg day too much and could barely walk for two days, in other words, I overworked myself and I needed some time for inner - silence, and healing. Anyways, this is the challenge created by the amazing @zen-shu, love your persistence.

Desired Appearance ( Toned body, goddamn I want Chun - Li's leg powers, pictures down below. ) Look like a combination of Seo Nari ( Do not look her up, if you're a minor, I only know her from Pinterest. I repeat, do not look her up.) + Kang Sujin + Succabuz + DF.

Inhumane / Supernatural Beauty ability ( The biggest Glo - Up ).

Becoming the personification of 'The Art of Seduction'.

Desired weight.

Martial Arts Expert / Master / Peak Human Reflexes

Grades Revision ( Being highly respected as the top student )

Enhanced soft skills ability, charisma, leadership, and empathy.

Being the Mysterious It Girl + Beauty & Brains

Trophies, Medallions, more gold medals. Specifically Olympics.

SP ( Upcoming success story coming up that's for sure, and love - dovey love story behind that ).

Being able to manifest anything instantly through perfect sc (self-concept), literally, I already have perfect sc.

All my other notes app desires lmao.

Photographic Memory.

Heal my Keratosis Pilaris ( Clear Perfect Skin)

Look, I'm just saying I'm not a lazy person before I say that my routine consists of indefinite timings, I'm just efficient in my ways of LITE and Staying In The Wish Fulfilled which has worked for me well all this time. I do things when necessary, and take what I have for granted because I always get more whenever I want, that's the case for materialistic things, not people. Know better. Be grateful, but never settle for less. These are my daily habits.

LITE ( Living In The End, 4D is reality 3D conforms as a reflection, yada". )

Subliminals - I have so many playlists and I listen to them daily, at this point it's just for fun even though I already have everything.

Mental Diet - I love mental diets, I really do. Shoutout to solar subs for introducing me to that concept, many - many years ago, I think.

ROE * Affirmations (Duh).

The routine is literally just what, wake up affirm, visualize, go on my day LITE, that's it.

Okay fine, I'll add some affirmations journaling or scripting there.

Regardless Of Everything, I always get my desires before 48 hours.

Regardless Of Everything, I am a master manifestor.

Regardless OF Everything, I already have all my desired things

Etc etc, ROE * the goals = the formula to everything.

Don't worry beloveds, I'll keep you all updated.

#48hc #law of assumption #manifestation #neville goddard #self concept #law of the universe #living in the end #master manifestor #self-concept #thaliaslibrary #loa motivation

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jokeringcutio · 1 year

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DRABBLE/ AMNESIA!READER X THE GRABBER [PART 2]

Fandom: Black Phone 2022 Pairing: The Grabber/ Albert Shaw x Reader Rating: Mature (with explicit follow ups) Warnings: Talk of Innocent Reader, Corruption/Innocence Kink, Cursing, Fear of death, Daughter of Friend! Reader, Villains!Thoughts, Kidnapping, Amnesia!Reader, age gap/ older man/younger woman. AN: Want to be tagged in Albert Shaw/Grabber posts? Let me know and I will tag you in new updates.

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It was not supposed to go like this. Albert huffed, heavily irritated by the way his recent catch had gone, and nearly smashed the bottle of soda on the kitchen counter before he turned around to look for the bottle opener to take off the lid.

While he stood bent, rummaging through the nearly empty but still messy kitchen drawer, his mind raced to the recent events. He had read about head trauma. He’d not thought he’d experience a case like yours though.

Sure, one of the previous boys had hit his head pretty badly when Albert had thrown him into the van after being sprayed with helium gas. But it had been a flesh wound, nothing too bad. When the boy awoke he still had enough spirit and sense left to try and fight him.

This, however, was a different matter. You hadn’t seemed frightened by him or your surroundings at all. Not even the mask had managed to make you feel unsettled. And you’d even sucked his thumb, as if it were his dick he pressed between those luscious lips of yours. And goddamn, if he didn’t want to ravish your mouth right now. But he had to push the thought of forcing his cock down your throat to the back of his mind. He had to calm himself, had to remain sensible, and think about his next move.

He was startled, caught unguarded by your response to waking up in his basement. It seemed to change the game for him. You really must have hit your head hard when he threw you into the back of his van. This had never happened before.

You weren’t his first rodeo. You were his third girl. After six boys. He was on a roll. Yet, he’d never had one of his catches bump their head hard enough to cause a concussion.

And he’d never had any of them forget to be scared. How was he to react to that?

He remembered when he had switched to girls. A nice change from the naughty boys he had caught before. He was upping his game, he knew it. But he had expected much more of a fight, like with the girl before you. Oh, she’d had much spirit. She’d been his perfect practice target, strong enough to fight back, eager enough to be beaten by his belt until she could fight him no longer.

He had originally planned to take another girl next, a pretty and random thing. But then you had come to help him and the chance had been too good to pass.

In hindsight, the game had been different from the start when it came to you. It was tricky, taking you. You were special, always had been to him. He'd seen you as a child, watched you grow into a teenager, and blossom into the young woman you now were.

He doubted you’d ever truly seen him, or that you would remember him from your short encounters. He’d mostly been admiring you from afar after all. Or from pictures shown to him by your proud dad.

Oh yes, you were a tricky target because he knew your father very well. They were in the same club of friends, supported the same football team, and sometimes went to the same gym together. Just men together, hanging out, drinking beer. He was a family friend, in a way. A man who had hungered for you for years.

That made you sort of special.

And now he had to act as if he hadn’t just knocked out his friend’s daughter. As if he hadn’t brought her home and locked her up in his basement to use for his primal pleasure.

“She better not be dead when I return for her,” he grunted angrily while he popped the bottle open. “She’d better not be dead.”

He wanted his fun first, most of all. And he wanted to fulfill that aching need he felt in the low pit of his stomach. You had been on his mind day and night. Too innocent, his mind squeaked at him. Too darn innocent, it hurt his cock just thinking of you flaunting in your nice summer dresses, showing a bit too much skin, smiling a bit too brightly at the neighboring kids, helping out at the local community center. Too damn innocent.

He needed to be inside of your cunt, and soon. He needed to corrupt all that was good about you.

He took a big gulp from the bottle, uncaring that he had promised the drink to you, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grunted. He felt his stiff erection press against the confines of his pants, pushed downwards by the tight fabric, forced to be ignored.

His hand slid past the bulge, fingertips tipping past the ribbed fabric of his pants. His lips parted in a low moan.

“Goddamn,” he cursed, glad that no one was around to hear him as he leaned his elbows in front of him on the kitchen counter. He hung his head in between his hands and closed his eyes with a grunt.

“Goddamnit, I need to have you, sweetheart. I need to ruin that pretty little cunt.” A firm thrust of his hips against the kitchen cabinet underneath the counter, but it would have to do. Then Albert manned up and straightened his spine. He lowered his hands again, then turned to the bottle he had uncapped for you.

“Better be alive,” he muttered. “Better be goddamn alive for me.”

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this-strange-obsession · 9 months

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OHHHH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN AWOKEN I’VE FELT LIKE SHIT THIS WHOLE WEEK BUT THE UPDATE IS MORE FUCKING IMPORTANT

Long conspiracy theories ahead whoops

First of all, light-hearted appreciation for these sexy mfs

Jekyll looks curvy asf in the first panel and I am LIVING for it. Also simping for the back and shoulder blades. Been living for those and Lanyon’s shoulder freckles—

AND WHY DOES JEKYLL LOOK CUTE IN THESE THREE PANELS WTF. I WANNA PINCH HIS CHUBBY CHEEKS. (Ugh my lonely ass needs to find a partner to have fluffy moments with..)

He literally looks 20 years younger than the previous chapters for obvious reasons. Lanyon’s right, I’ve never seen him so goddamn content either.

ANYWAY-

I personally don’t believe Lanyon fucked Hyde. Not just because I refuse to accept it if it were true, but because he would’ve DEFINITELY noticed while they were getting down and dirty. He’s the type to want a lotta eye contact, so I think this really was a split-second merging.

And yes- merging. I believe Jekyll would’ve also noticed Hyde seizing control in this moment. But he doesn’t have any reaction at all, even to Lanyon’s fearful expression.

I think Jekyll was blissfully basking in the moment after and was consequently oblivious to reading facial cues.

They merged for a tiny bit because Jekyll is accepting ALL of himself when he’s with Lanyon. (Aww how sweet..)

HOWEVER that’s not to say Hyde didn’t have any part to play in this merging.

Hyde typically takes advantage of Jekyll’s emotional vulnerability quickly because the previous scenes were “flashes in the pan” and Hyde could’ve missed them if he didn’t pounce. But this instance was more stable and drawn out. Jekyll was more.. sure of himself.

I think that those feelings bled through the separation. Hyde also got a little carried away by his own emotions and spiraled. He subconsciously took half the wheel after feeling such strong longing for Lanyon.

All that to say, I have three theories on how Sage is going to begin the next chapter:

1. Lanyon wakes up and tries to casually ask about Jekyll’s eyes while they’re having a domestic moment like making tea for each other or something. Jekyll freaks tf out obviously and acts really suspicious. He gives a bunch of excuses and dodges the question. Lanyon eventually drops the subject, but it overall strains their relationship.

2. (not likely) Lanyon wakes up and rolls over. He notices Henry has been replaced by a sleeping Edward Hyde. I can’t imagine where it would go from there since we still have an entire ACT to go through. I imagine Sage is saving the full reveal for half-way through or near the end. I just can vividly picture how the page would look idk.

3. Instead of Lanyon, Hyde wakes up first. A red-eyed Hyde wakes up first. He’s loosing his shit while fumbling to pull his pants back on. The two halves are partially merged and neither knows what in hell to do. In a kinda dick move, Hyde leaves and returns to the Society. This strains the relationship because Lanyon wakes up and is like wtf. He goes looking for Jekyll there but it seems both him and Hyde are avoiding him.

#the glass scientists #tgs update #tgs updates are my lifeblood #this strange rant #it’s long ik and i’m sorry

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