I’ve Just Now Realized That It Has To Be What I’m Thinking As Well, He Visited The HYDRA Facility

JASON- JASON- JA-

bro before i fell asleep yesterday i was thinking about riding jason while he looks all cute sliding his glasses up and nervously trying to know where he should put his hands #needthat

bestie I wasn’t sure if this was a req or a thought but I had to write this it’s so…..

nsfw below the cut!

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poor jason.

it’s unclear where he should be placing his hands. on your hips perhaps, guiding your movements as you ride him? digging into the skin of your ass? kneading your tits perking in his face? or perhaps hold the sheets?

for now, he struggles keeping his glasses perched upon his nose as they slide off repeatedly. his fingers shakily push them up again, before ultimately deciding on resting against your hips.

the sight of you is nearly enough to have him ascending to elysium. your skin soft beneath his touch, hair cascading like waterfalls over your shoulders, your head thrown back in pleasure— eyes closed, and his cock fitting perfectly inside of you.

while on the other hand, jason was only hoping he didn’t look too much of a loser beneath you, with his glasses fogged and falling and his hands nervously splayed on your skin.

though, most worries are diminished as soon as they come with the overwhelming feeling of you on top of him, riding out his early morning hardness lazily. you felt too good around him, like somehow you’re some kind of greek goddess in the body of a mortal.

but, your looks are just as ethereal so maybe you’re only simply lying about being half god.

jason guides his own hips into yours, cock further outstretching your gummy walls. it feels euphoric to have such a pretty girl treat to him like this, like christmas came early this year.

your name leaves his lips involuntarily, actually, the only thing that had ever been able to fall from his tongue since the moment your panties came off.

and that was a half an hour ago. the poor guy, so nervous.

RESIDENT EVIL

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CHRIS REDFIELD

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H.U.N.K

nathans life after jail would be chaotic mess (bro still has scrawny ass, something that will never change)

kate's future daughter, someone stuck gum in her hair during the school bus ride, the cycle of bullying goes on and on-

her daughter will be reminded of her own past i think it would be brutal to see her child go through the same pain she suffered

shed probably go with "i do understand more than u know" and wont bring up her ugly past bcs her daughter still too young to understand so she'll just comfort her instead

my kokoro is itai :(

i just got stabbed and am throwing up all over the place rn btw!!

SPOILERS FOR THE LAST OF US S2 EP2 .ᐟ

okay i'm just gonna rant for a little bit so stick with me.

one. that death scene man. god. and i will say ellie crawling to joel is HEARTBREAKING. and also... abby breaking the fucking golf club. and that shot zooming out of ellie laying next to joel. along with ashley johnson's singing into the valley. i'm ILL.

now for some criticism...

i know alot of people are saying this but the pacing felt abrupt and there wasn't enough buildup!!! i've been talking to my friends about how i thought they would do it in ep3 or 4 this is NOT what i expected. and i feel like his death was just more cold and oddly sterile. the game made you live with that death and i feel like the show just uses it. and i don't know why they switched from the basement to the like living room area???? it felt much more sickening in the basement when it was dark. i don't know why it felt so much more disturbing so hopefully somebody explains why it feels like this lmao.

and i think what they could've done for ep2 instead was some scenes of joel and ellie’s strained reconnection. flashbacks to fill in time between seasons (their time in jackson, their awkward silence blah blah). joel teaching ellie guitar!! wish they had that guitar scene early on i genuinely love that scene so much! and to me it reinforces not just that he’s her father figure, but that he’s still shaping who she becomes. and maybe a tense moment where joel almost confesses what he did at the firefly hospital, adding to future conflict idk. and obviously abby's pov without the reveal. hate that they literally just tell you she's jerry's daughter this early. introduce abby and her crew, but withhold TELLING US EVERYTHING!! make us intrigued by her — not force us to empathize with her. let her and her group be a mystery. build suspense like the game! who are these people? why are they tracking someone? it’s better to be curious about abby than to be told we should understand her pain immediately.

also some scenes focused on the jackson life. give us scenes of joel, tommy, ellie, and dina in this insulated world. show their interactions, their daily routines, the illusion of safety. let joel have a moment of quiet and happiness! not to fake us out but to remind us what is being taken from ellie and us as the audience! oh yeah also i hate what they did with abby i'm sorry. it's been talked about alot before but abby's build IS important to her character!!! making her this short skinny girl is kinda crazy just saying!

yeah that's kinda it i literally just don't know what to do with myself and this is really poorly worded but rip joel. again. my goat ❤️

just started ep2...... eek

LEHKONEN!!! just a casual reminder he’s a hockey wizard

no literally because the whole point of the show is that it doesn’t ask you to forgive them! it’s not about justifying any of it, it’s about what people become when survival isn’t clean. let things be awful.

why are people in the tags obsessed with justifying/defending the characters in Yellowjackets. Can't things just be terrible?

them going wheel to wheel and causing damage 😭

✧ ⋆｡˚ vampire!cait using you as a bloodbag...

note — this contains smut so minors dni, dead dove do not eat, blood kink, pet names, cait-handling (it's a thing). english is not my first language, any mistake is none intended // my requests are open, check my masterlist.

vampire!cait being the type of vampire that hates the intimate act of feeding from someone, avoiding it a much as she can until she can no longer resist the blood thirst and has no other choice but to surrender to her nature.

vampire!caitlyn who cannot resist you — that basic human who's fresh out of collage and is taking the job nobody wants to do. appearing in her chambers with a small notepad and a recording device to interview her since the passing of her mother cassandra.

she made you her bloodbag in no time. that very same night in which you appeared into her vision and became aware of your existence. her eyes follow you around the room and you're suddenly calling her count kiramman, too intimidated to even began to interview her.

vampire!cait who's family is rumored to be inmortal but no-one dares to say a word about it, not even you when she pressed her cold lips against the skin of your shoulder, her nose inhaling the sweet scent of the living, the sound of your heart beating, the sweat on your skin as you got nervous about the lack of space. her dark blue hair almost glows with the dim glow of the candles and you remember it so vividly it becomes a usual thought.

she's a kiramman, an you think she's used to have the things the way she wants. she has money, power, and a fucking aura that's so compelling you don't dare to ever deny her, tilting your head to the side like an offer to her only.

vampire!cait who always makes the bite so nice to receive. stealing demanding kisses that are as sharp as her long coat. makes the shadows in the room grow larger as the light leaves the space and she's surrounding you, her hands growing curious as they go past your shirt, her thick accent burning against your ear as she's preparing you, taking advantage cause hell- you were a pretty journalist so eager to know more about her, to listen, to do whatever the fuck she wants.

when she bites you, she's sure you're wet. her cool hands almost soothing the high temperatures of your body before sinking her teeth in that vein she can feel pulsating from before, filling her bucal cavity with the warm feeling of your blood, of the vitality sliding again in her cold body as she pushes you flush against her demanding mouth. it's not like the blood flow that passes through the good-sized vein in your inner tight, but it's good, so good every single time.

count!caitlyn who says you burn like the sun, taking off your shirt swiftly as the blood drips down to your chest, staining the fabric of your bra. she wastes no time in sucking on the wound, teeth-deep. her tongue swirls around the holes in your skin, and the pain is welcomed, a reminder you're alive as your fingers sink on the strands of her long hair, pulling them to ground yourself.

the vampire keeps your head to the side, fingers shoved inside your mouth as she eats — "stay still and let me have my fill. can't have you making sounds, squirming around. behave."

you're drooling as her index finger hits the back of your throat, and when it seems she had enough of your shoulder, she licks the drops that went to your chest without wasting blood, pulling down on your bra, happy even to clean up the dried rest that stained your chest.

"that's it, behave. you can take the pain" she cooes with almost an echo to her words. "you take it all so well, you're such a good pet. just let me have a bit more, i'm still hungry."

she's nothing but polite, so she waits for you to agree before actually bite you again, tearing apart the tissue of her upper chest as she holds you still cause shit — she knows you're going to move like a whiny bitch.

the count don't care about you staining her sheets, not even when her own clothes get dirty with your blood on it, making you lightheaded when she's comfortable between your legs, soothing the pain with caresses and kisses that left blood behind.

count!cait who used to pride on her self control until she needs to feed from you over and over again, making up excuses to have you there in her bed week after week. you've become a treat, and she's sure to keep you satisfied, praising on your behavior and even when you're lucky, playing with her too.

"you don't have to go to that stupid office," caitlyn says with that know-it-all smile on her face, once again hating up your work in the newspaper "you should help me. keep me full of you, close to me."

the count gets so needy she just has to have you in the middle of the night, climbing the tower of your room and sliding in while you're sleeping. her cold hands wake you up in the most gentle way to invade your warm bed, melt in your sleepy embrace as your fingers trace invisible patters over the skin of her stomach half asleep. you wake up moments later cause suddenly, you're also craving to be good for your count, giving her what she needs.

so you find a comfortable position to drown your face in between her tights and her dripping cunt, and it's all it takes to have the vampire arching her back, rubbing herself against your lips, vocally open about her pulsating need to release, how good you are following her orders around.

count!caitlyn who ends up fucking you without even feeding from you, who cannot help but crave the blood-tasting-kisses in the middle of the night just because she bite your lip so hard she forgot about the human fragility in you. the count that praises, in a rough voice, how good your fingers felt every time she let you have her way with her.

who wouldn't offer their blood too? after all, it's royalty what you're talking about.

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