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APOCALYPSE
pairing: leon kennedy x male!reader
summary: leon saves reader who repays him in the best way
warnings: cursing, smut, riding, praise k!nk
a/n: can u tell i'm obsessed with him? i’m almost done wit re4 and i don’t want it to be overr ;(
it was cold and dark in the small room those deranged villagers kept you hostage in. you were hungry and tired and just wished you would make it out alive of whatever they wanted to do to you. a bang on the door interrupts your thoughts as a man enters the room. you scream and try to hit him with the lamp on the ground. he grabs your arm and you both make eye contact. “y/n graham. i’m leon kennedy. i’m here to save you on behalf of the president.” you don’t know what to do so you run out the room towards an open window. leon catches up to you and grabs a hold of you again.
“hey listen to me! i know you’re scared but you need to trust me and right now we have to go!” as he says this, the villagers start to attack the both of you. “JUMP!” he says as he pushes you out of the window. the two of you run through the village while leon shoots any villager trying to get ahold of you. you make it to a safe room to catch your breath and collect your thoughts. “thank you leon! god why are all those sick fucks after us?!” he laughes and lays down to rest. “i’m just as confused as you are. best guess is this has to do with what happened 6 years ago.” you listen to him talk and lay down next to him.
“well thank you again for saving me. it’s been a while since i’ve had an interaction with a normal human being.” he laughed and groaned as he massaged his shoulder. “shit my shoulder.” you took this as a sign. “um here i can help. just try and relax.” he agreed as you started massaging his shoulder with your soft hands. “fuck your hands feel so good.” he moaned. he was slowly turning you on. you continued doing so until you noticed leon start to put his hand on his crotch. you both made eye contact as he begged for you to touch his cock.
you unzipped his pants and began massaging his thick and hard cock. he moaned as you started to pick up the pace slowly put his dick in your mouth. "mh your mouth feels so fuckin good." he said as his hands ran through your hair. "ugh fuck im gonna cum. sto-stop-" he said as you listened to his command. "take off your clothes baby boy." leon demanded as you quickly unzipped your pants and got on top of him. his dick slowly went inside your hole as he gripped your waist. "that's it. good boy. ride daddy's dick." he said as you continued riding his dick and leon gripping your ass and rubbing it. as you rode him, you started to pick up the pace while also leaving hickies on his neck. "oh god you're such a fucking slut. fuck im gonna cum." he said as you bounced on his cock. "cum in me leon."
leon moans as he fills your hole with his warm and thick cum. he kisses your chest and rubs your back as you continue to lay on top him him, the both of you still naked. "fuck i really needed that y/n. let's say nothing about this to anyone huh?" you smile and look at him. "of course leon. your secret is safe with me." you kiss his lips as he runs his hands through your hair.
#male reader#male reader insert#malereader#men#gay love#gay smut#gay reader#leon kennedy x reader#re4 leon#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy x male reader#leon kennedy smut
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POISON
ain’t nothin’ better for me now, than your poison baby..
this is an original work and was written and published by @dsiiresluvsu on tumblr. this is my work, do not steal.
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cw!!- perv!chosokamo x fem!reader, panty stealing, switchy(?), facesitting, edging (sort of), unprotected sex, piv, creampie, NOT proofread, 2.4k wc, mdni!
when choso kamo received an email saying he’d soon be rooming with someone else, he didnt expect you to be so…
bitter.
“ugh.” you rapped on his door. music was blasting from chosos door while you were on the phone, and it was disrupting your conversation. “is that what you waanntt? youuuuu…” you heard maki sing along to the lyrics. you shot her a glare through the camera while she giggled. you knocked once again, harder and louder this time. “i swear if he doesnt open up right now i-”
“huh?” choso questioned as he opened the door. he towered over you, was shirtless, toned abs glistening, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, hanes boxers peeking from underneath. his black hair was down and damp, instead of his usual ponytails, partially covering his brown droopy eyes. it was quite obvious he had finished showering, the smell of strong cologne filling your nostrils. “um, i…” you shook your head, attempting poorly to keep your composure. “look, im on the phone. could you please turn your, er, emo, loser music down?” you sneered.
“oh, sure..” he mumbled, closing the door behind him. you rolled your eyes in disbelief, returning to your room.
choso lowered the volume on his “emo” music, then sat back in his gaming chair, continuing his business. before you had disrupted him.
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“mmgh, haah~” he moaned. he had just finished showering, now laying in bed with his cock in one hand, and your lacy white panties in another. he pumped his hand on his length, squeezing slightly, trying to imitate the tightness of your cunt. he brought his pantied filled hand up to his nose, taking in your wonderful scent. again, wishing it was you. wishing it was you sitting on his face. oh, he'd eat you so good, you'd stop with that bitchy attitude of yours. stop treating him like this, acting so hard to get. choso could feel himself getting close, picking up the pace while stroking his cock.
bang bang bang! he shot up in his bed, dropping everything, startled. he could make out your voice behind the door, getting up and hurrying to put his boxers and sweats back on. he heard your knocks once more, interrupting them by opening his door. your annoyed expression told him everything, but was he even paying attention to your words? no. not at all. his eyes laid upon your beautiful figure, your white tank hugging your tits perfectly, gray sweatpants that contoured your hips and thighs. his eyes moved up towards your perfect lips, blabbering away about some “phone….loser music…down?” he zoned back in, nodding. “oh. sure.”
fuck. the way you talked to him. it drove him wild. the way you would lecture him for leaving the toilet seat up, yelling when he would leave windows open during the cold hours of the night, sickness surprising you the morning after, and obviously, blasting his loud music. the way your lips fixed when you called him stupid, or a dumbass, it made him feel so small. he loved it. how you made someone as big as him, feel so little compared to yourself.
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choso was gone for the day, leaving you peacefully alone in the shared dorm. you decided to pick up on some chores, you had nothing better to do since you had caught up on all of your due assignments. picking up your soiled clothes, you noticed that a majority of undergarments were missing. you checked high and low, behind the washer and dryer, underneath your bed, everywhere.
except for one place. chosos bedroom.
you doubted they would be in there, but you had to go into there anyways to pick up his dirty laundry. you opened his door, his sweet smell hitting your nose. his room was surprisingly neat, his bed was made, carpet was vacuumed, night stand was littered with a gum wrapper and two books. his gaming chair was tucked neatly into the desk, clothing hamper next to it, halfway filled with his clothing.
you picked it up, about to leave his room when a white cloth caught your eye. it was peeking from his desk drawer, with a familiar lacy patterning. what the hell?! are those…my panties? you thought to yourself. opening the drawer a bit farther, you realized..they were. the same missing panties you were looking for. your heart raced, thoughts whizzing in and out of your mind. those same thoughts paused when you heard the door behind you click open.
“w-what are you doing?”
“i could ask you the same thing!” you shrieked. “you stole my panties! youre- youre a freak!” you yelled at him, furious. “i, um… look i can explain..” choso stammered, a red blush creeping on his cheeks. his hands became clammy as sweat beads dripped down his face, onto his eyebrow piercings. “yeah? then fucking explain this!” you walked up to him, shoving your panties into his face. “you stealing my panties? what are you, some kind of perv-”
chosos lips stole your voice, making you quiet immediately. his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, whimpering into the kiss. pulling away, you looked at his face, scanning his expression. his hungry eyes bored into yours, lips quivering.
“i-i’m sorry, ‘really am..” he whined. you could feel something poking your stomach. was that..you looked down. yep. “you’re really hard? ugh, you really are a freak.” you said. instead of being annoyed, you were surprisingly turned on, cursing yourself. you shoved him onto his bed, his legs spread while he sat back. his pants made it easy to make out the large imprint of his member. damn, how big is he?! you stared in awe, taking in the sight before you. “is something wrong?” he murmured nervously, his chest heaving. “no...you said you're really sorry right?” you asked him, an idea popping into your head. “y-yes ma’am, im sorry n’ i promise it wont happen again..” he stuttered. “then prove it.”
you kneel down before him, bringing down the waistband of his pants. his boxers perfectly outlined the length and thickness of his restrained cock. placing your hand on it, you slowly started to stroke him through his underwear. choso let out a whiny sigh, locking his eyes on you, feeling his body tense. you tugged off his boxers, his member freeing itself at last. the first thing that caught your eye was his swollen, reddish pink tip, beads of precum dripping. the base of his cock was stiff, a vein or two decorating it. it wasn’t too big lengthwise, but god his girth was incredible. you took him in your hands and started lapping at the tip, earning a breathy whine from his parted lips. you started going faster, feeling his tip start to pulsate against your tongue. “fuck, m’gna.. cumm..” choso groaned. you knew this, but instead of letting him feel the sweet sensation of relief, you stopped.
“w-wha..? why’d you stop?..”
“this is your punishment for stealing my panties, loser. hopefully itll teach you a lesson or two.” you told him. “now, kneel on the floor and open your mouth…”
choso obeyed almost immediately, opening his mouth at your request. you slid off your shorts, revealing your bare pussy. as much as you tried to hide it, choso noticed that it was practically sopping wet. aligning yourself with his mouth, you sat on his face, a moan abruptly leaving your lips. choso wasted no time and got to work.
he was no pro, but he had been with a few girls before to know a bit about what he was doing. he flicked his tongue against your bud, swirling circles around the sensitive little spot. you cooed in pleasure, grabbing his hair, trying to force his tongue deeper into your hole to relieve the ache down there. your juices coated his chin, slowly dripping down his neck. you were so messy, but choso didn’t care. he dreamed of having you on top of him like this, groaning and whining on his mouth. you started to shake a little, but he grabbed a tight hold of your plush thighs to balance you. looking down, you saw his deep brown eyes, pooling into yours, filled with lust and hunger. he then started sucking at your clitoris, making your whole body shiver with pleasure. your heart started racing and you could feel your breath hitching. you were close. so close to cumming into the mouth of your roommate who you swore you hated. everything about it felt so naughty.
“r-right there cho..” you cried out, as he ghosted his tongue along your pretty pussy. he was surprised at this new nickname choice you had came up with for him. cho…that’s a first.
“m’close..im gonna-“ you shut your eyes as tight as you could, hips bucked into his mouth as you reached your peak. choso quickly drunk it up, savoring your sweet taste. “mmm, you taste s’good, miss..” choso murmured, making your cheeks flush. you released his hair from the tight grasp of your palms, and dismounted his face. you now sat on top of him, in a straddling position, rubbing your still sensitive area against his. circling your hips against him earned you a soft hiss of pleasure from his mouth.
“you want me to put it in?” you teased, holding his tip just infront of your entrance. choso nodded, his greedy eyes rolling back a bit. “well, you’ve been so naughty lately.. i need to hear you say it. tell me how badly you want to be inside of me..” you purred into his ear.
“i wanna be in you so badly, miss. need to feel how tight and warm you are, please ma’am.. ill make you feel so good, just pleasee…” the young man pleaded beneath you. he was so needy, so desperate. you slowly started to sink down onto his member, wincing from how thick he was. you were worried he was going to break your insides as he went deeper and deeper, your mouth going agape from how good it felt. choso leisurely started thrusting into you, quickly grabbing ahold of your hips, his cock being swallowed by warmth. you felt him start to mold your walls, the thickness filling your hole up completely.
“mmnagh, you feel so good…” you groaned while feeling your brain turn to mush. chosos cheeks turned a light red, surprised at how quickly you melted infront of him. taking advantage of this, he increased the pace, causing more poorly muffled moans to spill from your mouth, but quickly shutting you up by interlocking his lips on yours. he held your face sweetly, continuing his thrusts, making them slightly faster now. he pulled away, moving his lips onto your neck, sucking slightly.
“w-what are you doing?!” you tried to yell, which failed poorly, making it turn into a moan. his cock rutted in and out of your slit, grazing against your g-spot. “marking my mama..” choso panted heavily.
the sound of your skin slapping against his filled his room, drowning out the music that was playing in the background. rhythmic sounds of pwap, pwap, pwap, rung in your ears, making you clench around him.
“s’t-tight…gonna cum…” he shakily breathed out, long black eyelashes fluttering as his thrusts became sloppier by the second. you felt a tightness in your stomach, indicating that your high was approaching as well.
“mm, me too!…” you gasped, bouncing on his cock, as your vision went hazy. “cum inside of me, p-please.. i need it…” you begged the raven haired man beneath you, making him lose his mind completely. the band in your stomach popped as you rode out your high, feeling chosos essence seep into your sensitive cunt. his eyes rolled back as he thrusted deeply a few more times, making sure his seed wouldn’t drip out of you.
you rested your head onto his shoulder as he did the same, your breaths being the only thing the two of you could hear. choso pecked your cheek as he told you, “you’re so pretty, mama…m’sorry..”
“i-its okay..” you managed to mumbled out, making a small smirk decorate the young mans face.
“maybe i should steal your panties more often then.”
a/n- this was sort of rushed lmao and i didnt proofread this at ALL😭, i hope you all enjoy it though! love you bbs!!
xo, dsiires
#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#luvqupids#anime#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#choso x reader#jjk choso#choso kamo#choso smut#jujutsu kaisen choso#maki zenin
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Hello, I hope you have a good day! I wanted to request jealous Tangerine , just that. You can choose the plot! Thank you for reading and I await your response! ❤️
hii sweet!! I struggled to think of a way to start this isn’t formatted properly. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
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JEALOUS TAN
I feel like he tries to keep his jealousy under wraps. he gets a little possessive at times but is often able to manage it/ contain it
tan doesn't get a wandering eye, and he expects the same in return. he's faithful to you and wants the exact same from you
sometimes his fear of abandonment gets in the way, and he accidentally nitpicks. often overthinks things he shouldn't and in turn might spark up some friction with you
if he was away for a week on a mission and returned home and saw that some of his shower gel was missing??? that would definitely send some bad signals, and may react before he has a chance to think of a logical reasoning
will storm downstairs to see you, clutching at the bottle, making an angry, confused face, "where the fuck has this gone? who's been using it?" he'll go out on a tangent and won't give you a chance to get a word in. going on about leaving you alone all week, and how you probably have someone else to take his place
while you're being interrupted of your chance to speak, he'd notice something else- his hoodie on the sofa (not where he last left it) then he'd get louder, kinda shouting and getting frustrated. saying how he can't trust you
maybe you get sick of being talked of so low, and shout over the top of him, saying "shut up a minute," or "stop," or "hey!"
eventually, he'd stop (turning/ tearing the room apart or ranting) he'd stare at you with a stoic reaction, nostrils flaring kinda thing
then you'd say, "if you let me speak, I can explain," then you'd talk about how you miss him when he's away and the only way to make it feel like he's around is if you use his shower gel and wear his hoodies to sleep in
after explaining, you're very hurt. the guilt would build on his face and he'd be frantic, apologising profusely, begging and pleading for your forgiveness
you're still upset so you brush him off, walking away and swatting your hand to dismiss him when he follows after you
he's all like, "please, love. im so sorry. I ain't been sleeping properly," and "lemme make it up to you— I didn't mean it. im so, so sorry,"
you're having none of it and lock yourself in the bedroom for a bit
maybe to add to the angst, he leaves you be and sees dinner in the kitchen- his favourite meal :((
it would take a while to forgive him, and he'd be persistent to win you back over💔
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no taglist for this as not a proper fic/ drabble
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today is webcomics day. i am bea and i make "A Ghost Story" - part 1: pre-gaming
webcomic day is a yearly celebration of the art form concocted by the screentones podcast team as a way for people to see how the sausage gets made. my webcomic "a ghost story" has been running for over 10 years, and yet i still don't think i can say i am good at making a webcomic. regardless, the comic is getting made because otherwise i become very, very sick in the head. today i would like to share with you the process of making a page of "A Ghost Story" from start to finish. either this demystifies the process or will make you think im so cool and strong for doing this 2x a week. instead of reblogging this one post until it gets very long, i will be posting individual updates that i will then compile and post on my personal website. block the tags now if you HATE comics and want them to EXPLODE.
if you have any questions, even things like "what the fuck are you even talking about" feel free to ask. i want to feel confident in what i make again and i think sometimes interrogation from an outside source is really
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that said, let's get started. wait just kidding i want a cup of coffee first, hold on.
ok now im ready. i have a big glass of water. i have coffee. i have a headset for the parts of work that don't involve typing words. i can't type words and listen to some streamer babble in my ear at the same time, so it has to be instrumental music or nothing. i just took my meds so they should kick in after about 30 mins. i woke up late today, which is weird and annoying. but maybe i can work late instead.
first off, i need to know where i'm going beyond this one page. if i dont know where im going with something, then i usually create something that sucks that i have to deal with later. hold on my internet died, i have to reset the router. ok, anyway.
what's rattling around in my brain is that not only do i have to deal with maxine's current predicament, i am also dealing with multiple plot elements i need to wrap back around to from the previous chapter. luckily, im about to put maxine down for a nap, which means i can get back to those other elements:
i need to finish the exposition from the three ankou characters for this story arc establishing their motivations as the oppositional force in the story. the "villain" is not these three specifically, but their boss. they need to have a loose understanding of what's going on in order to communicate this to the audience. god this started turning into a huge ass paragraph so i'll just keep it short there.
we've jumped back to before jack's horrible day from the first chapter of this storyline so we have to make our way back toward that and then lapping it, which means wrapping up his various open threads like:
feeding victoria and learning something new about her
finding out alice is a very exceptional employee who is getting many awards
watching valdo call lily while interrupting her during something personal to ask her for help with maxine's situation.
jack meeting with valdo and lily the day after they first met so jack can just tell them straight up that lily has 4 sisters she doesnt know about.
help that girl with her poltergeist problem. remember that. i've had jokes for this rattling in my head for like 4 years. im going insane.
and also the fucking tilberi!!! that has a point its going somewhere!!! there's a larger menace here!!!
other things to set up the climax of this storyline. sexual tensions, hints at larger emotional problems not immediately evident to the reader
lots of moving parts. and i feel like im moving in slow motion to get to them. i can see them all weaving together in my head, its the process of putting that onto paper that's proving difficult.
ok that took an hour starting and stopping. -_- let me write the next part as i keep brainstorming on how to approach this page. taking a "rubber duck" approach to this might help. heres an image from the last page i worked on (i have a 5 page buffer rn so the site does not match the finished pages) to get us semi-situated.
also because images will help people understand what skill level we're working with here. i need to be able to communicate an idea to the audience; if the art also looks good on top of that, then that's just an added bonus. but the ability to communicate my ideas is sometimes hampered by my lack of artistic skill or comics language ineptitude. like those speech bubbles kind of fucking suck but at a certain point you have to just hit print on what you're working on in order to keep your already glacial pace.
webcomics is a tightrope act where you're also spinning 4 plates at once. the trick is to keep the audience from realizing how many actually fall or how wobbly they all are. the act sucks but technically its not a failure.
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okay, trying something new and im going to write all my thoughts down while listening to the ep :3 here we go gamers:
- the singer is absolutely one of my favourite bits
- "podcasting is cool >:(("
- "just go oil your beard >:( idiot."
- god i fucking love sherlock and johns dynamic
- sherlock is so me
- "my doctorate in gooseology"
- "watson is this absolutely necessary- OOO !! get these !!!! lovely"
- i love it when they "argue" so much
- JOHN YOU DICK GIVE SHERLOCK HIS BISCUITS
- circuit failure ??
- jesus christ 10,000 for a watch
- OOOOO THAT WAS SICK
- i love them so bad
- TWO BIRDS ONE STONE
- wait oh my god the dead goose was definitely a decoy. they never pulled the gem out of it. they dont know if its for sure the real gem. its a decoy its a decoy
- "or yknow whatever it is that goes after geese. lion ? i dont know." how is one man so babygirl.
- SHERLOCK STIMMING
- HE SAID THE THING !!! HE SAID NO SHIT SHERLOCK !!! I MEAN HES LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT HOW THERE IS NO SHIT BUT STILL !!
- "YOUR GOOSE IS CONSTIPATED !!"
- "alright heather, just gonna- just gonna take a quick peek at your ass."
- i was so right i was so right im foaming at the mouth hehehehe
- sherlock mic time
- john whispering sweetly to heather and comforting her. i love you so much john. "hey its okay heather(? i think he says heather i am struggling to make out what hes saying), we all get sore bottoms from time to time"
- wait was i wrong ??
- oh god sherlock.
- MIC UP HEATHERS ASS.
- OH MY GOD IT WAS HIS WATCH NOT A DECOY I WAS SO CLOSE
- john stick your hand up that gooses ass !!!!
- poor heather
- WAS THE SQUELCHING NECESSARY.
- HAHAHAHAAA HES SO PISSED
- sherlock: "long old day really"
john: " just dont talk. just. dont even talk."
sherlock: "when do you want to eat ?"
john: "hmm. im gonna go wash my hands again."
- this is such a married couple "fight" if im being honest with yall
- immediate whiplash from the sudden christmas vibes
- my heart is so full.
- :(( their dinner has been interrupted :((
- "does your know no bounds? you can beg all you want." GOD I LOVE WHEN SHERLOCK GETS LIKE THIS
- YEAH BRO LET THEM GET BACK TO THEIR CHRISTMAS DINNER
- GIFTS !!!!!!
- SHERLOCK IS SO HAPPY IM GONNA CRY
- JOHN GOT HIM FUCKING CUSTOMIZED EAR DEFENDERS IM FUCKING SOBBING.
- HE GOT JOHN A GIFT TOO HE GOT JOHN A GIFT TOO
- sherlock.
- JOHN.
- he is wearing and enjoying the watch.
- OBVIOUSLY IT FUCKING SMELLS JOHN.
- this podcast is gift enough for us john
- JOHN RIPPING INTO THE SINGERS ASS HAHAHAHAAAAA
- shout out to adam for having incredible vocals though. such a good singer. that was very pretty.
my heart always feels so fucking full after every sherlock & co episode. i love this pod so much.
#clowns around evilly#sherlock & co#s&co#sherlock & co.#s&co.#sherlock holmes#john watson#holmes and watson
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The Time Will Come
Prompt: 17. “You’re shaking like a leaf, are you okay?” (Credit to @/dumplingsjinson for this idea that I found from their hurt/comfort prompt list which you can find here<3)
Summary: post WTIT, Logan goes to an unsuspected side to garner their help.
Ship: platonic analogical
CW/TW: anxiety
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Logan rose up in the anxious sides room, pad of paper still in hand, exhausted and aggravated.
Virgil hadn’t heard him come in, the music from his headphones preventing him from being able to hear much of anything. He was sketching on his bed and mumbling the words to the song he was listening to to himself. This was his way of coping through the unease that rippled its way through Thomas because of Remus’ actions.
Logan stood there, waiting for Virgil to notice him. He didn’t want to bother him but he didn’t really feel as if he had anyone else to go to. Roman was busy rehearsing lines for a play, Patton was free but he was just…too sentimental, and Remus and Janus? No. Absolutely not.
Virgil could feel someone looking at him and looked up, quickly jumping back. “GAH!” he removed his headphones and took a second to catch his breath. “Jesus fucking Christ, Logan, you could’ve said something.”
“Apologies. I was wondering if we could converse about something important” he said, setting his pad of paper on Virgil’s desk. His hands were shaking.
Virgil recognized this subtle action as something Logan only did when he was overwhelmed with emotion. It’s funny, In a sick way. Logan was the one who taught him and the rest of the sides that suppression wasn’t helpful, yet he continued to put on this emotionless persona daily.
“God, you’re shaking like a leaf, are…you okay?” He asked, concerned.
Logan shook his head, suddenly all of the thoughts in his head were jumbled, he couldn’t speak. “I— Thomas keeps— Remus—“ he tried on multiple different ways of starting his sentence before he couldn’t stand upright, the shaking getting worse, tears in his eyes. He felt embarrassed, this wasn’t how he wanted this to go.
Virgil rushed to his side and held him as he collapsed into his arms. “It’s okay, you’re okay, breathe.” He says warmly.
“he won’t listen to me.” He said, taking deep breaths and composing himself. He stopped shaking and sat on the edge of Virgil’s bed.
“Logan, you need to talk to him. Not only is this effecting you, but all of us. Pushing down how you feel does nothing but make it worse.” Virgil says. He didn’t want to be so brutally honest with him, but he had no choice, enough was enough.
“I am the Logical side, Virgil, not the anxious side. I’m fine. I’m more concerned with Thomas’ procrastination issue.” Logan responds
“Really? Because the borderline breakdown you just had speaks otherwise.” He retorts. He winced a little at how cutting his voice sounded.
“The house is a mess I just need him to—“
“The house is a mess because Thomas is, same thing for you. You have emotions, Logan. I’m sorry but you have to face it just like the rest of us. The house is one of the lowest things on my list of priorities right now. You need to talk to him.”
“Fine.” Logan replied half-heartedly.
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After his initial conversation with Virgil, Logan found Thomas sitting in the living room re-watching Parks and Recreation with Nico. It was his 17th time rewatching it and he kept pointing out his favorite parts while Nico laughed.
It had been a few hours since their venture downtown and Logan didn’t want to intrude on their date. Or more-so, he was afraid to.
Eventually Thomas walked into the kitchen where Logan was standing, sipping his coffee, going over the script in his head. He was at the part where he was explaining the issue to Thomas when present Thomas interrupted him.
“Hey, Logan im sorry about earlier, I promise I’ll get back on schedule soon.” He says
Logan gave him a stoic look. “Thomas, we need to talk about this. I think your procrastination levels are just growing increasingly more high by the day. Why is that?”
“I really don’t want to talk about this right now, I just wanted to let you know that I would, eventually, be getting back on—“
“Thomas, this is extremely important. I’m tired of you pushing me off to the side.” Logan interrupted him, flustered.
Thomas stared at him, shocked, a hurt look on his face. “I wasn’t trying to do that I just don’t want to—“
“Forget about it.” Logan says, cutting him off, watching Thomas’ face go from hurt to heartbroken. He couldn’t find it within himself to care, he was too tired, too maddened with Thomas’ apparent need to not listen to him.
He sinks back down into Virgil’s room, sitting on his bed, just as he was earlier.
Virgil looks up, and Logan doesn’t even have to say anything before Virgil just wraps his arms around him and holds him close. “He’ll listen soon. I promise. I know what it’s like to not feel heard.”
Logan nods and lets himself be held. Usually he’s not one for psychical touch, or any kind of show of affection for that matter, but he needed this. He really needed this.
“Thank you, Virgil.”
#sanders sides#thomas sanders#ts virgil#virgil sanders#logan sanders#ts logan#ts patton#patton sanders#roman sanders#ts roman#ts remus#remus sanders#ts janus#janus sanders#Nico#hurt/comfort#angst
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I'm in deep shit and everything i own might be looked through by CPS so i need to log out of my side emails for a bit and shit and omfg why did life do this to me
That night I got high, my friend decided to tell the office 'one of her friends' (who they guessed was me) said a various amount of things in snap messages, which she read most of them out loud and played the audio from that video of my parents arguing
She said she didn't intend for it to go too far, and that she only wanted them to get a gist of what was happening and not guess who it was (just incase they did need to step in or if I actually really badly hurt or killed myself). But they called me in for the counselor, and now CPS is involved since my friend read one of our messages where i said i didn't feel safe in my home
So CPS came to my house today after telling me they would at my school, and now they're coming here AGAIN later to LOOK THROUGH MY ROOM AND EVEN MY DEVICES TO SEE SHIT ON MY SOCIALS AND IF I POSE A DANGER TO MYSELF
they all know i lied to my parents and said that the person who reported me reported a couple other people, and were trying to start drama. Idk if the principal knows all of this but I'm gonna try to lie to him because:
My father called the school to know who called CPS and the principal told him i had a trans bf, and that i said i was in the LGBTQ
THE PRINCIPAL OUTED ME FFS I WAS AVOIDING THIS ALL YEAR
HE HAS NO FUCKING RIGHT TO OUT ME HE HAS NO FUCKING RIGHT
CPS is coming back and idk when, but i have a plan and it's my only hope..it's such a small hope and the chances of it working need a fucking miracle, but if this doesn't work? I will literally kill myself. If CPS doesn't take me away at that point, life would be miserable. My father is convinced that I'm only wanting to attend that vocational school next year because my 'sick girlfriend' is going and I want to be with 'her'. So if he gets in, then my father said that I can't attend it. He literally told me to go and tell my bf to call off attending the vocational school and if he doesn't, then he'd be ruining my dreams of a career
MY FATHER IS GOING TO RUIN MY WHOLE FUCKING FUTURE IF SOME TRANS GUY GETS INTO THE SCHOOL I WANT TO ATTEND AND HES TRYING TO MAKE ME BLAME HIM
TO. HIS. FACE.
But thankfully, my little inkling of hope has appeared and I might be able to cover this all up. But, after all of this, me and my bf will have to hide in public, and I won't be able to be out at school at all.
I'm not going through my plan here, I'm just telling you guys your part. I need this or else my life is on the line. Quite literally, it's fucking scary.
First, I'm logging out of all of my secrets Gmails, and making a new Tumblr account. I need the people who I'm writing stories with to make alt accounts (@oatsynalliums and @technicolor-chocolate) that pretend to be either indiscrete or just blatantly not LGBTQ, and pretend like we've been talking about our stories for a while in our messages
Second, never ever interact with any accounts that might link back to my main, or yours. And try to avoid LGBTQ content so that it won't pop up on my dashboard due to you interacting with it
Three, someone TRUSTWORTHY keep track of my Gmail passwords and write them down to tell me later so that they won't get found on anything I own, so I can log back into them later
Four, someone who's smart and knows a lot about the internet and how sites work, answer me some questions in messages
This is DIRE. I could DIE. I am begging you guys to go alon with this part of the plan, and don't question anything since I am scrambling like crazy to put this whole thing into motion I EVEN INTERRUPTED MY FRIEND IN THE MIDDLE OF HER JOB TO CALL HER ON SNAP AND SHE NEEDED TO GET AN EXCUSE FROM HER MANAGER SO I CAN TALK TO HER CUZ ITS THIS URGENT I COULDNT EVEN WAIT UNTIL SHE WAS OFF OF WORK
PLEASE FUCKING HELP IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE
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!!episode 6/7 thoughts because what in the actual living fuck i’m so unwell!!
- the way ed is so protective of stede in 6, i could probably sob just thinking about it
- ed telling those kids him and stede ran an inn. HE WANTS TO LIVE OUT THAT DREAM SO BAD FJDJKSKSKB (i am in pain.)
- ED AND STEDE WERE GONNA SLOW DANCE. and then a m*n ruined it 🥲
- everyone’s outfits during the party. they slayed so hard
- “don’t do it stede” i’m about to join ned on the plank because wtf
- the whole ‘checking up on him scene.’ i feel like their definition of slow is different than mine 💀
- ed making breakfast in bed… he’s so whipped (it’s very cute but i will make fun of him)
- izzy interrupting them.. he’s so tired of them i love it
- ed giving tips to stede about being a famous pirate, while also letting him experience it him self, im sick
- ed and izzy talked (kinda) and no blood was shed???
- izzy talking how good ed and stede are for each other?? how he comforts stede, i cannot describe how much i love their new friendship
- izzy talking about how he told ed he loved him he got shot in the leg.. man’s really got the most fucked over 😭
- ED LEAVING??? “that was a mistake” “ed you’re panicking” “you’re a coward” i’ve seen lots of splitting up (aka destiel) but this might hurt the worse.
- honestly all of stedes development after that. i get why he ended like that, and now he’s technically a ‘true pirate,’ but the fact he turned into what ed don’t want him to be (and probably himself too) wtf man.
in conclusion; communication is key and i’m just gonna pretend like they ended at 5 and have it all sorted out 🙏
#ofmd#our flag meets death#ourflagmeansdeath#ofmd 2#ofmd season 2#ofmd spoilers#blackbeard ofmd#ofmd stede#im so unwell
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God ok. So I rewatched the season 3 finale right. This was my first rewatch since bingeing the entire show in 2 days with no breaks except sleep last spring so obviously this was my first REAL watch of it that wasn't over emotional and sleep deprived. And I still cried my eyes out.
That finale (and the third season as a whole) is such a perfect piece of television for so many reasons but I'm just gonna be rambling about some of my favorite details for a second so just hang tight
Guillermo interrupting himself at the beginning with "and I deserve it" is SO UNDERRATED I'm obsessed with him
Laszlo draws such a realistic line of putting up a front of apathy even though we as the audience know how close he and Colin got that season. Like obviously he's mourning but it's not cartoonishly obvious that he's lying like we would see from Nadja. He's just unusually quiet.
Colin's pictures being torn out jumpscared me. Not a fun thing to forget about when you aren't emotionally prepared
I miss the Nadja doll. Where was she in season 4 fr
It cuts to Guillermo when Nandor talks about being reminded of how eternal life can be snuffed out in an instant. Camera guys ily
"You're running away from your feelings!" vs. "You're one of the things I need to get away from!" I never forgot about this moment I just can't believe it exists
Do y'all think Viago is gonna be confused when Guillermo shows up as a guest judge on drag race this season
LASZLO HAD A FLING WITH WALT WHITMAN????????? WE ALL JUST FORGOT THAT EXISTED HUH
Guillermo's little grins as he ran around trying to manipulate the house into staying. I love this little shit
Laszlo's speech legit got me choked up. WITH NADJAS THEME IN THE BACKGROUND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
Ok. Fuck. The fight scene. GOD.
¡¡¡PLANCHA!!!
Wouldn't say Guillermo cheated, fought dirty yes but cheating is a bit of a stretch Nandor. I thought you were a strategist
HOW COME NO ONE TALKS ABOUT GUILLERMO THROWING THE KNIFE BACK ANYMORE. WITH THE "AH AH AH!" THAT WAS COOL AS FUCK I LOVE HIM
"You're just scared of me right now" I mean, that and one other thing probably
I know it's been pointed out on here a million times but I wonder if Guillermo realized that Nandor wanted to share ancestral soil. He must have realized right
NANDOR'S SMILE AFTER GUILLERMO LEAVES IM GONNA BE SICK
"MY NANDO- MASTER" AND WHAT IF I SCREAMED
The hat. Maybe it was packed and that's why Guillermo had such bad luck (/hj)
THEIR PLAYFUL TEASING. UGH. NANDOR IS SOOO BABYGIRL IN THIS EP
Do y'all think NADJA will recognize Guillermo on drag race????????
Catch me literally sobbing at the train station. NANDOR LOOKS SO PATHETIC. YOU CAN SEE THE HEARTBREAK IN HIS EYES. WHILE GUILLERMO CALLS OUT TO HIM. THEYRE IDIOTS AND I HATE IT HERE
The lighting on the scene where Laszlo discovers Baby Colin had no right being that cool
That kinda just devolved into recounting the events of the episode through screaming but like. It stands. That episode. God.
#i may have more coherent thoughts in a second but holy hell#wwdits#wwdits season 3#nandermo#ramblies
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love language
pairing: ethan landry x male!reader
summary: ethan and reader have fun on halloween night !
warnings: cursing, smut, top!ethan, bottom!reader
a/n: hii this is from a request so i tried my best ! also im so excited for halloween this year for some reason
it was halloween night and tara and anika had invited you to a halloween party and since you had no other plans going on that night, you figured why not? your boyfriend ethan landry was also going and you didn't want to feel left out or let him go by himself so you went with him. you got there and talked with tara and mindy and soon the three of you started taking shots together. after 2 shots, you started to feel a little sick and went over to ethan. “hey baby whats wrong?” you tell him how you feel and he walks you out. “hey how about we just go home instead?” “yeah if that’s okay with you ethan.” “of course baby let’s go.”
you two walk back to your apartment which helped you get rid of the annoying nausea you felt. once you came back, the two of you walked to your bed and sat down. “thanks for waking back with me.” “oh come on i wasn’t gonna leave you there was i?” you laughed and gave him a kiss on the lips. you realized it was just the two of you alone since you shared the apartment with chad as well. you looked at ethan who gave you the same look. you two kiss again and more and more. he picked you up and had you on his lap. you kiss his neck and he starts to take your shirt off.
“fuck you’re so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear which turns you on even more. you take his shirt off and start to leave hickies all over his neck and chest. he rolls his eyes back and grabs onto your hair. “ethan i want you inside of me.” his face turns red but he listens and lays you on your stomach. he licks yours hole for several minutes before teasing you with his tip. he goes in slowly grabbing you waist and massaging your back. “fuck ethan.” “you like that baby boy?” “yes baby.” each stroke he gave became more intense for you. he goes even faster as you start to arch your back. your roll your eyes back and moan in pleasure which turned ethan on even more. ethan turns you on your back and puts his dick back inside. he grabs your neck and kisses you while he goes faster and faster.
"i wanna ride your dick." you tell ethan as he positions himself on his back. you start to ride which sends an overload of pleasure into your body. you feel ethan's heavy breathing and sweat come onto you as you keep riding. he whimpers and moans in your ear. "fuck y/n i'm close." "cum inside of me baby." he moans as he fills your body with his cum. he kisses your neck as you cum not too long after. you kiss him and lay on his chest while he starts to play with your hair. "fuck y/n i guess those 2 shot really brought out something in you huh?" you laugh and playfully hit him. "whatever ethan. guess i was your treat with no tricks." ethan laughs and slightly cringes at your joke and gives you another kiss on your head.
a knock on the door interrupts you and ethan's pillow talk."hey ethan, y/n, i'm back! are you guys in here?" it was chad who had come back from the halloween party."uhh yeah we were just watching a movie together nothing much." chad seemed intrigued. "oo which movie? chucky? friday the 13th?""yeah one of those listen just give us 5 minutes." he was confused but obliged. you rush to put your clothes back on and leave the room. you run into chad who notices your messy hair. "did you just take a shower or is that sweat?" "uhh it's just sweat it's really hot in here." the temperature read 65 degrees. ethan comes out and asks chad if he could grab something from the lobby. chad leaves and a big sigh of relief rushes through you and ethan's body. the two of you kiss and laugh at the whole thing.
#male reader#male reader insert#malereader#scream vi#scream x male reader#jack champion#ethan landry#gay love#gay smut#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x male reader#jack champion x reader#ethan landry fluff#ethan landry x you#ethan landry x y/n
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hola pia! maybe this will come up in Utr but, how are betas affected by alphas/omegas? they cant ‚smell‘ as good as them, but theyre still affected by pheromones? when caleb flared his in the bar, was that a turn on for faber like omegas? im guessing its why caleb did it. but he doesnt get ‚dazed‘ does he? he is susceptible to alpha persuasion, and he thinks omega heat ‚stinks‘, right? and they dont smell ‚special‘ to alphas/omegas? and faber is such a cute name, it fits him so well 😂🥰
Hola, anon! :D
how are betas affected by alphas/omegas?
It depends on the beta! While they can't smell pheromones as acutely as alphas and omegas they can definitely still smell them, and they are still affected by their pheromones! But it's kind of different? A beta doesn't feel any urge to be with an omega during their heat, for example, and they don't smell an alpha's pheromones and think 'oh that person smells delicious maybe I'm meant to spend the rest of my life with them.' They might think 'interesting' or 'I don't mind that' or 'that's an alpha, I'd better be careful' and not give it much more thought.
That being said, Faber is more sensitive to pheromones - much more sensitive - than the average beta, unusually so, to the point where both Dr Gary and Temsen remark on it in Underline the Black:
A quick business-like knock on the door - Faber's knock, Gary would know it anywhere - and Faber stepped into the room and then blanched. He placed a hand over his mouth, and Gary stepped back from Temsen automatically, even as Temsen turned back to the computer screen.
'I seem to have interrupted something,' Faber said hoarsely, and Gary opened his mouth, but it was Temsen who talked across him.
'What is it, Faber?'
'Ah,' Faber said, looking nervously between them. Gary felt some sympathy for the man, given his loyalty was primarily to Gary, and Temsen was his boss right now, and the air wasn't exactly thick with pheromones, but it didn't need to be to crush anyone who wasn't a peak alpha. What Temsen and Gary found easy to withstand was too much for most, and Gary knew his assistant was struggling. 'I- I- ...Yes. Well. That's... I wanted to say that we've arranged a date for Denis Deschamps to meet with Lucien Beaumont and Caleb, Sirs. Sir.'
Faber looked a desperate apology to Gary. Then he closed the door quickly, leaving them both in the room, Faber no doubt rushing to get some air.
'Oh dear,' Temsen said. 'Should one of us go find him?'
'No,' Gary said. 'If he gets overwhelmed like that, he needs time to himself. He doesn't like to be seen at all when he's vulnerable.'
'A strong flight instinct then,' Temsen said. 'He's been ever so helpful. I'm not even really trying to get my pheromones spiked, are you?'
'No,' Gary said.
'He is sensitive,' Temsen said, scratching at a neatly maintained hairline. 'We've both been far worse than that, haven't we?'
Even though Gary admits most people would find it hard, they both note that he's unusually sensitive.
when caleb flared his in the bar, was that a turn on for faber like omegas?
Not exactly? When Caleb flares his pheromones in the bar, Faber already finds him very attractive, and instead he feels additionally weak and overwhelmed. Like, he's definitely impacted! And I think he kind of likes the feeling with Caleb, and he doesn't feel sick like an alpha would. But not all betas would react the same way to someone like Caleb.
he is susceptible to alpha persuasion, and he thinks omega heat ‚stinks‘, right? and they dont smell ‚special‘ to alphas/omegas?
Betas don't really smell special to alphas/omegas at all. They just smell "regular" - like all of us, basically. Though that doesn't mean that an alpha or omega can't like the way they smell, some people do like the smell of body odour / sweat from certain people, after all!
All betas are susceptible to alpha persuasion. And yeah Faber thinks heats "stink" but when you think about it - you've got two people who have been fucking intensely for several consecutive days, with mountains of come and sweat, and that's not going to smell good, if you're the one stripping the bed and changing the sheets. Like, sex marathons just actually don't smell that great in general.
I think on top of that, Faber finds omega pheromones off-putting and there's a reason for that, but we'll find out more about that in Underline the Red later, heh.
#asks and answers#underline the red#faber castle#underline the rainbow#i'm so glad you like his name anon!!#faber's a bit of a unique case for a beta#firstly his job gives him more sensitivity than the average beta because he's around it#literally all the time#and most betas aren't like that#but then secondly as well#because of his own complicated relationship and feelings towards like...#omegas and alphas#i'd say he's just more sensitive and aware than usual#administrator gwyn wants this in the queue
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Griffs Roadside Snacks
pspspsps @theprotectivepred got a little something for you~
It was an exciting day for Griff. They had gotten everything ready and were rearing to go. last thing to do was pick up some of their friends on the way. They hopped into their car and got everyone. The trip was going to take about 5 hours so they made sure to pack some snacks for themselves and their little buddies. Everyone got seated and ready and off they all went
Cyber was upfront due to car sickness, rosa in the back right behind Griff, Red in the middle, and Adam on the left. They all happily chatted for a while and the snacks got devoured faster than expected. At the 2-hour mark, the snacks were gone and Griff was starting to get a bit hungry, his stomach growling at the nice aromas in the car yet the lack of food in it. At the 3-hour mark, Grif was tempted to find a rest stop to grab something from a vending machine, but knew that they were a bit short on time due to a roadblock and detour. As they drove apparently cyber had decided to sit on the center console to chat with the others since it was fairly clear and no windey roads.
In griffs autopilot moment they reached over and gently grabbed cyber and started to lick and nibble on cybers arm, cyber giggled and asked if griff was hungry and the only response they got was their head being engulfed. Griff closed their eyes for a moment but quickly swallowed cyber down. They opened their eyes and licked their lips, tails lightly swaying behind them.
When cyber started to shift around that's when it really hit Griff what they had done. They hit the brakes for a moment before continuing along the road. "Gah! Oh, fuck. Cyber im so sorry dude. I don't know what came over me," Griff started to say.
"No, it's fine! I kept hearing how upset your stomach was so this is fine by me. much more comfortable than the car seat was anyway." Griff felt them get comfortable and it felt really nice to have someone tucked away like that. They mumbled a thanks and continued driving.
After a bit red asked the dreaded question of "are we there yet?" Griff grumbled and his stomach groled too, demanding more. So they had an idea. Luckily there were at a light that had just turned red. So they turned around, careful of their guest already in their stomach, and grabbed Red, who wasnt buckled anyway. Quickly shoving them into their mouth and swallowing them down, licking their lips at the nice cinnimon flavor. Griff poked at his newer guest.
"We get there when we get there. If you're so bored out here keep yourself occupied in there." Red giggled before getting settled and chatting with cyber. The trip continued and Griff hated the nagging thought of having his other friends for a snack. they knew they could do it. and there was still quite a ways to go…
Adam noticed what had happened while Rosey was happily watching some youtube. Adam eventually asked if it would be alright if they joined the others in Griff's stomach. Griff sighed and preened to contemplate the idea before shrugging. "alright, just wait for the next stop sign or red light or something." Adam nodded. about 5 minutes passed before a stop sign and Adam quickly scrambled to the front of the car Rosa watched in interest since the wifi had just cut due to a bad signal in the open plains they were crossing. Griff opened their mouth to ask how adam wanted to do this but was interrupted as adam all but shoved their hands and head into Griff's mouth.
"Mrmph?!" griff made a surprised sound before quickly swallowing their delightfully sweet almost marshmallow-flavored treat. Griff adjusted a bit as their stomach was now starting to protrude in a way that the seatbelt was a bit uncomfortable.
They continued driving, sometimes talking with either rosa or interrupting the conversation in their belly. they had about one more hour to go and were already feeling so excited. Rosa spoke up a bit at this point. "would it be alright if I joined the belly party? just until we get there." She said a bit shyly a warm blush on her face.
Griff chuckled at how adorable she was before motioning for her to come up. She happily undid her seatbelt and scrambled to the center console. she also stole a little sip of the soda that cyber had left behind. "you ready Rosey?" Griff asked as they neared a red light. She nodded a more determined and excited look in her eyes. She quickly shouted to griffs middle. "I'm coming in guys! make room!" Griff laughed at that and quickly started to gobble her up. Humming at her sweet strawberry flavor. Her little movements filled griff to that perfect fullness. They sighed happily as they patted their belly, it making a similar sound of contentment. Despite the long trip and the somewhat awkward bits, Griff was so glad that they had their little prey buddies to keep them company.
#soft vore#safe vore#griff#this ones for you griff!#love ya buddy!#hope you like it!#fluffy#my stuff#my writing#this is way more than a blurb#but its still apart of the#discord shenanagins#disvord snippets#disvord stuff
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Sweetheart
Diabetic teacher Steve & teacher Billy
Being a teacher was time consuming to say the least. Getting time alone during the day was a rare occurrence for him between classes and tutoring students during his off period and the students eating in his classroom during lunch. It was no secret that he was one of the more popular teachers.
What was a secret though, was why he always seemed to have his biceps covered. No matter the weather, he always made a clear effort to keep his upper arms hidden. That raised the question among his students: ‘what was Mr. Harrington hiding?’.
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“How many times do I have to tell you two? Quit talking!” He typically didn’t mind his students whispering to each other during class but he’d been irritable the whole class period. “Now, I’ve noticed many of you are struggling with imagery in your essays. The key to effective imagery is good vocabulary…” He trailed off a bit as he spoke, feeling sick.
“Um… go ahead and note imagery in your independent reading books.” He said as he sat down at his desk. The behavior change was noticed by the class but with how on edge he’d been, everyone decided to keep their mouths shut.
Steve broke his ‘no phones’ policy, using it to check his CGM: continuous glucose monitor. “Fuck.” He muttered, unfortunately loud enough to earn snickers from a few students near his desk. His blood sugar level was only 57 mg/dl, AKA, too low.
He opened up his snack drawer… empty. “Crap… this is fine, everything’s fine.” He whispered to himself. Lunch was in an hour, he could wait til then. He sipped his water, hoping it would help soothe his nausea. He rested his head on his desk, hoping his students wouldn’t notice how sick he looked.
15 minutes had gone by and he felt like he was spinning. He looked up, visibly pale & disoriented, as he heard a knock and the classroom door opening. The students looked worried as they eyed their haggard teacher and the stranger approaching him. They began quietly speaking amongst themselves, unsure of what was going on.
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Being a middleschool art teacher was a more relaxed job than Billy expected. He gave a lesson at the beginning of class then gave his students the rest of the time to work. After those first 30 minutes of class, he mostly just watched the class and pretended not to find humor in the many penises the hoard of pre-teens created.
He was talking to a student about an art contest she had entered when an alarm went off on his phone. He interrupted himself and rushed to his desk to check his husband’s blood sugar.
Billy went to get a teacher to cover his class while he rushed to the highschool. He grabbed the emergency bag from his car and ran over. He knew Steve had a habit of neglecting himself but he still expected Steve to take care of it after the first two alerts. Now though, it was his time to take over.
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“Bills? What’re you doing here?” Steve asked. “You cant keep doing this to yourself, sweetheart.” Billy stated, coming around the desk and kneeling in front of him. The brunette’s cheeks flushed a bit as he realized all eyes in the room were on them.
“Im fine, babe.” Steve weakly protested as Billy took a case out of the desk and unzipped it. “I’m not gonna let you have a seizure in front of a bunch of teenagers just because you’re stubborn.” He said as he pricked the other man’s finger and squeezed the blood onto the test strip.
Steve was embarrassed and he wanted to be upset with Billy for double checking his blood sugar in front of his class but he knew he was right. He tried to hide his face a bit, he hated when people saw him while managing his diabetes. Even after over a decade with it, he’s still just as shy about it now as he was as a kid.
His thoughts were interrupted by Billy handing him a bottle of apple juice & bag of pretzels, it was small but should get his blood sugar up enough so he doesn’t die while waiting for his lunch break. He finished the carbs and decided to introduce the living spectacle that was lingering in the room, waiting so they could get lunch together.
“Class… this is my husband Bi- Mr. Hargrove. He’s a teacher at the middle school and he’s gonna be staying the rest of the period.” He managed to resist the urge to call Billy by his first name and then gave him the floor.
Billy was slightly panicked as the rooms attention turned to him. He wasn’t good with teenagers, that’s the main reason he didn’t become a highscool teacher. “Uh, hi! I’m Billy- or Mr. Hargrove- either one’s fine. I’m an art teacher at the middle school right across the street.”
He paused for a moment and leaned back over to Steve. “Is it ok if I explain it to them?” He asked in a hushed voice. Once he got permission, he faced the class again. “Basically, Mr. Harrington’s body can’t regulate its blood sugar so sometimes it’ll get really low and he can pass out or have seizures or die, or it can get really high and stuff can build up in his blood and he can go into a coma or die.”
He started explaining the different types of diabetes while Steve kept an eye on his blood sugar, eating carbs accordingly. Honestly, he thinks its a bit cute: all the stuff Billy’s learned just to help take care of him. It would’ve been so easy for Billy to just leave him to deal with it alone but he didn’t.
He watched billy dreamily, a fond smile crept onto his face as he started tuning back in to the conversation. At some point, Billy’s rambling turned from diabetes to a debate with a student about basketball. He loves watching those blonde curls bounce as he gets more animated when he talks about things he’s passionate about.
Billy finished his debate and came back over to check Steve again. “You feeling better, sweetheart?” He asked as he checked the monitor again. A smile growing on his face as he saw it was a somewhat normal amount again. He pressed a gentle kiss to his husbands forehead as the bell rang.
#steve harrington#stranger things#stranger things fic#diabetic steve hatrington#billy hargrove#billy x steve#harringrove#diabetic!steve#teacher steve#stranger things drabble
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𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 (𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 ), 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣!𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚, 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚, 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙎𝙚𝙭
𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩: "𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢"
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You were laying in your bed scrolling on tiktok until you got a text from your boyfriend.
Rafe ❦: Tops having a party tn, you coming?
Yeah sure : You
Rafe ❦: Do you need a ride? No I'll manage : You
Rafe ❦: alright love you
Love you : You
You smirk then turn off your phone and walk over to your closet. You had an idea, rafe hasn't given you any attention in like two weeks, you were sick of it. So why not get his attention.
(You can pick your dress/outfit) (sorry if they're ugly)
You put your outfit on and finish getting ready then you get in your car and leave your house.
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"hey y/n, wow what's all this." Topper says while pointing at your outfit.
"Don't tell him but, im teasing him." You whisper into his ear.
"We'll he's not even here yet so, ay but drinks are over there and if you really wanna tease him just done talk to him the whole night. Down worry, he'll cave in." Topper says.
"Thanks." You walk over to the table with the drinks and down one, then another. You look over at topper direction to see if rafe had showed up, you smile then turn your attention back to the boy you were talking to.
You really weren't interested in what he was talking about so you interrupt him.
"Wanna dance?" You ask with a smile.
"Uh, yeah sure."
You grab his hand and lead him over to the dance floor.
"Wait aren't you dating rafe cameron?" He asks.
"Maybe." You answer grabbing his hands and putting them on your waist which he quickly removes.
"Nah man, I'm not fucking with rafe." He says then walks away.
"What ever, guess I'll just dance by myself." You mumble as you sway your hips back and forth. You look over to where rafe was and don't see him.
You feel hands on your waist from behind. Knowing it's him you smirk to yourself.
"You think your funny? Huh, you tease."
"Yeah I do, actually." You still swaying your hips.
"I'm gonna need you to go to a room and take your clothes off, then lay on the damn bed and wait for me." He whispers in your ear with a deep voice that turns you on even more.
"Why should I listen to you?" You teasing him more.
"Cause if you don't, you won't be able to walk for a week." He responds.
"Who says that's not what I want?" You look back at him with a smirk.
"Go before I fuck you infront of everyone here." He growls.
Finally giving in you walk up the stairs into the first room that's empty.
You take off you outfit leave you in only under wear since you didn't have to wear a bra. You lay on the bed like rafe had told you and wait for him.
The door opens, rafe walks in and locks the door. He put a box down beside you on the bed and opens it. He grabs fuzzy hand cuffs out of the box.
"Give me your hands." He demands.
You lift your hand up and he locks them up with the head board. He goes down to your heat and removes your underwear.
"Wet for me already?" He questions. You quickly nod.
He grabs a vibrator out of the box and puts it on the highest setting then places it on you clit.
"I need words baby." He growls.
"Yes! I'm wet for you!" You moan out loudly due to the vibration on your clit.
"Good girl." He shoves two fingers in you without a warning making you scream. He pounds his fingers into you over and over again.
"I feel you clinching around my fingers, are you gonna cum on my fingers like a slut. Huh?" He says while picking up the pace of his fingers.
"Yes! Fuck yes! Please let me cum!" You moan out. As soon as you thought he'd let you cum he removes the vibrator from your clit and removes his fingers making you whine.
"Shut up slut." He uncuffs you and turns you around on your stomach then cuffs you again.
"Get in your knees." He demands.
You quickly get to where your on your knees with your ass in the air. He lands a smack to your ass.
"Count." He yells.
"One." You gasp as he lands another smack to your ass.
"Two." He smacks you again.
"Three." You cry out.
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"Thirty, please stop." You whine out.
"Good girl." He says.
You look back and watch as he in buckles his belt.
"Turn your head around." He demands and you do as he says.
He takes off his pants then teases your hole with the tip of his cock.
"Please! Rafe just fuck me." You moan and throw your head back as thrusts into you at a fast pace.
"Your so tight." He groans and speeds up his thrusts making you scream out his name.
"Fuck! I'm close!" You moan.
He pulls out of you and in cuffs you making you whine.
"Rafe please let me cum." You beg as her sits down on the bed.
"Come ride my cock then I'll let you cum." He smirks.
You crawl over to him and hover over his cock and slowly sit down. With a loud moan you start to rock your hips.
"Faster!" Her throws his had back as you go faster.
You place your hands on his shoulders to keep you sturdy. He grabs your neck and pulls you into a kiss full of moans and grunts.
"Rafe! Please let me cum! I'll be a good girl." You moan out.
"Go ahead. Come all over my cock like a slut." He grunts.
With a pornographic moan you cum followed by him shortly after. You lay your head on his shoulder trying to catch your breath. He lifts you up so you can lay on the bed beside of him.
"Don't tease me like that again. Got it?" He says.
"Yes daddy." You joke with a fake moan making you both laugh.
A/n: this was so rushed so it’s bad
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Hello! It's the first night of hunukka an di thought it would be really cool to post a rec for each night. im planing on spending my time sitting buy the hunukia reading fics! except tonight where we watched the game and what a game! I hope everyone is enjoy their Sunday and it getting ready for the week! enjoy the rec and keep your eyes out for the upcoming ones the rest of the week! and remember to sen love to our authors!❤️
Shut Up by giantteenwolforgy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2315, sterek)
Stiles faintly registers the door slamming behind Scott, but he's too incensed to do much more than tremble. The slope of Derek's neck is inches away and Stiles wants to suck so hard it hurts.
There’s No Such Thing As TMI Among Friends by eeyore9990 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5132, sterek)
“I was jerking off, but had to give up halfway through because my wrist hurt.”
With those words, Stiles destroys Derek’s carefully maintained fiction that Stiles is still the skinny, geeky, awkward sixteen-year-old he first ran into that day in the Preserve.
Knot Again by prettylittlementirosa - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5148, sterek)
Our friends they don’t know how to knock
But dammit Derek I love your cock
So stick it in
It’s not a sin
To knot me so hard I cannot walk
Or: Five times Derek and Stiles are interrupted while tied together by Derek's knot, and one time they're not.
(I promise this is not actually 5k of knotting limericks. Sorry if that disappoints you.)
let's get carried away by morallyambiguous - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2012, sterek)
Off his suppressants, Stiles's heat hits him at the most in-opportune moment. Derek doesn't find it inopportune.
overheated by jfics (jennuine) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2561, sterek)
“God, Stiles,” Derek says quietly, “I still want you so badly. Want to get back inside you, want to keep fucking you, want to keep making you come.”
He curls his fingers as he talks, and Stiles whines. “Yeah, yeah, I - do it, I want you too.”
um, yeah. complete heat!porn. nothing but.
Shadows and Soda Cans by bloodwrites - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5392, sterek)
What so many of Stiles' friends forget, is that while he's only human, he notices things they don't. They've got all these supernatural senses, they read fear and deception and arousal and dominance, but they don't look with their eyes. They rely too much on that other stuff, and don't see what's right in front of them.
[The one where Stiles knows Derek creeps into his bedroom at night and decides to give him a show.]
What I want, you've got by brokentoy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5256, sterek)
Derek stops saying “No” the moment Stiles’ tongue slips wetly into his mouth, and he can’t be blamed for that.
Stiles is nothing if not enthusiastic in everything he does, and kissing is not the exception.
Actually, sex is not the exception.
I'm Just Giving In by nofeartina - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13614, sterek)
The 5 times Stiles and Derek end up together without realizing what that means and the 1 time they do.
Or
The one where Stiles and Derek take care of each other.
I Wanna Take Down The Walls With You by drunktuesdays, llassah - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10565, sterek)
Sometimes, Stiles is tempted to ask Derek what he can smell, what he’s listening for. Wants Derek to tell him how he’s feeling, to identify these impulses, tugs under his skin that pull him this way and that. The thought sends this hot, sick thrill through him. He never asks.
Bite Into Me Harder by orphan_account, QueenOfHale (PlisetskyTrash), victurius - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4675, sterek)
"Just think about it. I'm all sleepy and tired and warm,” he speaks softly, words lethargic as he gets heavy-eyed, but he tries his best to make his desire clear to Derek. “I’ll let you move me wherever you want, do whatever you want to me... Just be all soft and pliant and..." Stiles moans at the thought, imagination running away with him and chews on his bottom lip, he lets his hand move down to his dick and squeezes it, he’s so fucking hard. “Please, baby, I want you to fuck me.”
Or:
Stiles is asleep. Neither him or Derek are ready to accept that.
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN WHO WANTS A POKEMON AU FIC (pokemon au of course belonging to @im-feelin-sick) ABOUT HOW NNY GOT A GHOST DOG (and if you'd prefer an ao3 link here it is)
part 4/???
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It was a slow day at Nny’s gym. Nobody cluelessly wandering their way in, none of the ghosts causing a ruckus. Just a good day to relax and--
“NNY! I think there’s a new ghost out in the alley!” Sableye called from another room.
--So much for that.
“And why is that MY problem?!” Nny yelled back, already heaving himself off the couch.
“One of us is the resident ghost-type magnet, and it’s not me!”
...He had no counterargument to that, so Nny kept his mouth shut as he made his way to Sableye.
The gym, such as it was, was occasionally nightmarish to navigate; he wasn’t sure whether or not any of the Ghost-types could fuck with architecture like that, but he wasn’t particularly inclined to bother looking it up.
It’s not like finding out the reason would make it stop, since a decent chunk of the Pokemon lurking around had... less than positive opinions of him. Most didn’t listen to him.
He found Sableye in what was probably a breakroom at some point in the past, rummaging around in the cabinets. “I figure that maybe this time you can get off to a good start with a new Pokemon, instead of it immediately trying to bite your arm off or something, yeah?” Sableye explained, pulling away from the cabinets and holding up a can of Pokemon food.
“Good point,” Nny admitted, taking the offered can before asking, “Did you get a look at the thing outside?”
Sableye shook its head, exiting the breakroom to lead Nny to the alleyway. “I saw a candle flame, that’s about it. Could’ve been a Litwick, maybe, but it didn’t seem interested in talking. Ran off before I could ask what it was doing.”
Nny hummed, an affirmation that he was listening, while his focus was more on getting the can open with one of his knives. He’d done it enough times that the risk of an accident was low, but not impossible.
Fortunately for him, he was successful, popping the lid off and tossing it aside. “At least it didn’t jump straight to fighting. Might actually be friendly for once,” he said.
Sableye huffed in amusement. “Bringing the tally of Pokemon that tolerate you up to, oh, about 2% of the gym’s population, sure.”
Nny sputtered in indignation, about to go on a slightly-joking tirade in his defense, when he stopped. “--Ah, door’s here.”
Sableye stepped to the side, giving Nny room to open the door and take a look outside.
The alleyway behind the gym tended to be empty - any squatters were either scared off or killed after trying to settle down. That usual emptiness was present, except for a burning candle set right outside the door.
“...Sableye, you’re sure that’s it? It’s just a fucking candle--” Nny started, before getting interrupted by a faint rumble and an unsettling cry as something burst from the ground.
Both Nny and Sableye reacted the way one might expect from a Pokemon and trainer who’ve spent the last few years living in a gym full of vindictive ghosts: Poorly.
Both were poised to attack, but when the dust settled, what stood before them was a small, gray dog with a candle on its head.
“Huh. Never seen a Ghost-type like this before,” Nny observed as he stowed his knife away, rummaging through his jacket pockets for his Pokedex. It was an old model, the paint chipped away in places, but functional enough.
Finding it, Nny crouched down and set the can of food before the Pokemon, holding up the Pokedex to scan as it ate.
“Greavard, the Ghost Dog Pokemon,” chimed the Pokedex after a moment. “Some say that a dog Pokemon that died without ever interacting with a human was reborn as this Pokemon. Its bite force is strong enough to shatter bones. Th--” The Pokedex abruptly stopped, its screen going black.
“Fuck’s sake-- I need to get this damn thing fixed,” Nny muttered, glaring at it before glancing back at the Greavard. It looked up at him, its tail wagging as it took a few steps closer. “...Y’know, despite the bear trap situation with its mouth, ‘s a cute dog,” he admitted, scratching it behind the ears.
“And it hasn’t tried to bite your arm off,” Sableye added. Nny rolled his eyes and headed back inside, gesturing for the two to follow.
---
Around a week or so later, Nny sat cross-legged on his couch, idly channel surfing. As had been the case for the last week, Greavard sat dutifully in front of the couch, chin rested on Nny’s leg.
“Fuckin’ clingy, huh?” He asked, tearing his eyes away from whatever inane garbage was on the screen. “You aren’t very talkative, either, so I don’t expect an answer,” he added, brow furrowed as he thought back to their first encounter.
That Pokedex entry had gotten cut off by its abrupt shutdown. Maybe it had more to say?
With that thought, Nny got out the Pokedex, skipping through the list to Greavard’s entry and reading ahead, instead of relying on the readout.
“This friendly Pokemon doesn't like being alone. Pay it even the slightest bit of attention, and it will follow you forever.”
...
Shutting down the Pokedex and putting it away once more, Johnny reached down to pet Greavard.
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