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explicit-tae · 6 months

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for ungodly hour couple can we have jk flirt with another girl or smth to try and get a reaction out of oc so he can be like "told you youre down bad look how jealous you got" but it backfires bc she flirts w someone else right back but it ends with them fucking anyway and making up 😭🫶

I actually like the idea of that so I'll just make a quick one-shot of it 🤣

ungodly hour

Word Count: 4.297

Warning: jealous reader, jealous jungkook, smut, yelling, kissing, dirty talking, simp jungkook, tsundere reader ofc, 69 position, oral (f/m receiving), spitting, competative jk sigh, face riding, competence kink, cum-swallowing,

“Well, well,” Jimin says as he looks up to spot you. He’s seated inside the college library at a once empty desk before you occupied it. “If it isn’t Y/N.”

You want to roll your eyes at the tone in Jimin’s voice. “In the flesh.” you say.

“What do I owe the unwelcomed visit?” Jimin drops the pen he was using to continue speaking with you.

“Ugh, Jimin, cut the shit.” you place your bag upon the table. “Jungkook told me you like me and us together.”

Jimin snickers. “I enjoy seeing my friend happy, I suppose.” he shrugs.

“I guess that means we’re the same.” you retort.

“I'd like to say you’re more of a bitch with an attitude.” Jimin scoffs.

Your eyes widen, but you don’t want to say what you really want to - you and he would be bantering in the library and kicked out.

You take a deep breath. “I’m going to regret this.” you murmur more to yourself than to Jimin, but the man hears and now he’s intrigued. “I need your help.”

Jimin is in fact intrigued. His attention is fully on you now. “My help?”

You nod.

“What can I give you that you can’t go to Jungkook for?” Jimin snickers.

You don’t answer and noticing, Jimin begins to smirk.

“What do I get out of it?”

You sigh loudly. “What do you want?” you grumble, eyes glaring at the older man.

“First, tell me what you want.” Jimin closes his textbook, finding you here before him more interesting.

You swallow. Your body was feeling hot with nerves.

You hoped Jimin wouldn’t laugh in your face and further humiliate you - or even make it worse by telling Jungkook.

“I want to make Jungkook jealous.” you murmur so low that Jimin has to think hard to see if he’s heard you correctly.

Jimin then begins to chuckle to himself, leaning back into the library chair. “Ah, so he was right when he told me you were jealous.”

You widen your eyes. “He told you that?!” you hiss lowly, feeling your hands clenched into fists.

It was a week prior when it began. You and Jungkook had classes that same day, him being done only an hour before yours ended. He had texted you that he’d be in the dining hall - typical for Jungkook and his near never ending hunger. You’d usually always catch him there with someone - his friends, mostly.

That day, however, it was neither. It was a person you’ve never seen before - a girl.

You recall the way your pace slowed as you caught where he stood, her across from him. He was nodding to something she was saying. It happens suddenly, however, the way Jungkook responds back (inaudible to you) and the girl laughs loudly. You are only a few feet away when you see the way she touches Jungkook’s chest, coming even closer.

Jungkook looks directly behind the girl and his lips form a smile. “Y/N!” he had called your name, nodding to the girl before making his way towards you. Your eyes locked to the girl he was speaking to - the look in her eyes was one you were all too familiar with. “You ready to go?” he asks you and you nodded your head, remaining silent.

“Yes, he did.” Jimin smirks at your reaction. “Said you were snappy the entire time.”

“I was not.” you declare, but you were. After all, Jungkook pursued you for months before you gave him a chance before you ultimately agreed to being his girlfriend. He had to know that was a privilege.

“Sure.” Jimin shrugs at your obvious lie. “Then why are you trying to make him jealous?”

You were beginning to regret coming to Jimin - you didn’t need him going to Jungkook with this. It would just fuel his teasing and that’s not something you wanted.

You didn’t consider yourself to be the jealous type and you didn’t care who Jungkook was friends with - male or female. However, it was the way Jungkook reacted. His mind clicked when you were a bit distant and snappy, and that’s where it began. “You’re jealous.” he says, stopping in his tracks suddenly. You and he were halfway to his car when he made the revelation, eyes wide and soon, a smirk forming onto his lips. “That’s good. That means we’re one step closer to admitting you like me.”

And it didn’t get better. At every given chance, Jungkook would bring up Sia - the girl he was speaking to. “Sia said this ice-cream shop downtown is good. We should go.”, “Sia says this movie was good, let’s watch it together.” and it went on and on until you eventually snapped at him.

Jungkook does it for a reaction - a scoff, a roll in your eyes or even a glare. When you snapped at him, declaring “If you’re going to keep talking about what she likes then you mind as well fuck her.”, it’s disgusting to admit that your tone turned him on - mixed with the angered look in your eyes.

It gets the man going knowing that even you could be jealous. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do, but he enjoys teasing you. “You’re so down bad for me, baby. I can see it in your eyes.” he’d say. “You know you’re the only girl for me, Y/N. You don’t have to be jealous.”

“Give him a taste of his own medicine.” you shrug your shoulders. You didn’t want to go into any more detail with Jimin, after all, Jungkook was his friend. He probably already knows enough.

And know enough Jimin does. It was a week ago today when he got a call from Jungkook, asking for advice. “Maybe she’s jealous.” Jimin told him over the phone. “You can be oblivious to when girls are flirting with you.”

“Who? Sia?” Jungkook had scoffed. He hasn’t thought about other girls in months, not since he and you became intimate. “I never knew Y/N could get like that…” Jungkook trailed off, a tone that was all too familiar to Jimin. The younger man was plotting.

“You’re going to make her jealous, aren’t you?” Jimin scoffed. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

“You’re team Y/N now?” Jungkook asked. “I’m not going to flirt with Sia or even be around her. I just want Y/N to admit that she likes me.” he revealed truthfully. “Without me having to fuck it out of her.”

“Does her being with you not mean she likes you?” Jimin furrows his brows. Jungkook could be on the dumb side sometimes and the fact that he had to defend you made him want to gag. But for months it was apparent that you liked Jungkook more than you’d let on - Jimin had to hear it when Jungkook called him nearly in tears when you called yourself “his girl”.

“Stop trying to sound smart, hyung. I just want to hear her say it.” And that’s where it began - each time Jungkook got a reaction out of you, he’d tell Jimin. It was a matter of time before you’d snap - and you did; now sitting before him.

“I see. I help you and you help me.” Jimin leans forward. “Starting with what I want.”

You wait for Jimin to speak, and when he does, you’re left dumbfounded.

“What’s the password to all of the streaming services?”

You blink a few times, trying to register what Jimin said. “That’s…out of everything you can ask for-”

“I need to get back to The Real Housewives.” Jimin waves you off. “Now, passwords before I help you.”

“YNloves97.” you tilt your head.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I hate simps.” he murmurs, but he writes it down on a sheet of paper before turning his attention back to you. “Now, how far are you trying to go?”

You swallow. “Not that far.” you admit. You couldn’t see yourself flirting with someone else - besides, Jungkook would know you were trying to make him jealous and that would make his head grow even bigger.

“I know my friend, Y/N. If you try too hard, he’s not going to fall for it. You have to be subtle.” Jimin exclaims. “He knows how unapproachable you are.”

“Unapproachable?” you’re taken aback once more at Jimin’s choice of words. “What does that mean?”

“Exactly what I said. You have a resting bitch face and you’ve turned down so many guys that no one wants to approach you anymore. Jungkook is seen as a conqueror for being able to have you.” Jimin states matter-of-factly.

You sigh in defeat because damn was Jimin correct. You recall back when Jungkook and you went on the “picnic-movie-dinner” and he exclaimed how he knows there's guys that want you, but he was the one that had you.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin swallows, a disdainful look in his eyes. “Do you want to hangout?”

“What?”

“Do you…want to hangout?” Jimin repeats, appearing even more disgusted. “It’s part of the plan, trust me.”

“I-I guess.” you murmur, unsure of how this was going to go. But Jimin and Jungkook were best friends and if you were going to trust anyone about your plan, it’d have to be him.

The following week goes by and Jungkook notices a shift.

The most uncommon shift was you and Jimin together. When you had told Jungkook that you couldn’t study with him because you were doing so with Jimin, he had laughed. He assumed it was a joke, until it wasn’t.

Jungkook was fine with it, of course. He wanted you and Jimin to get along.

What Jungkook wasn’t fine with was the amount of times you’d speak of Jimin and how, in your words, “He’s actually fun to be around.”, “I convinced Jimin to listen to this podcast with me while we studied”, “It’s okay, I’ll just ask Jimin.” - and the fact that you were going to someone else for something instead of him was what truly got his blood boiling.

“I invited Jimin, hope that’s okay.” you said, dropping next to Jungkook. You were in the living room of your home, Chaeyoung showering up the stairs and soon joining you and him. It was only a study session - exams coming just around the corner.

“Did you?” Jungkook snickers. “Why?”

“Why not?” you shrug with a short giggle. “Don’t we all need to study?”

Jungkook remains quiet, not wanting to think too much into it.

There was no way he was jealous. Jimin was his friend and there was no reason to be.

But when there was a knock on the door. You had risen to answer it, and that was the cherry on top - the way you hugged Jimin, greeting him with a wide smile.

You hadn’t even hugged Jungkook that way - or even appeared to be happy that he was there. When did you and Jimin grow so close? It wasn’t long ago that you were butting heads over streaming services. Now, the two of you were hugging, your arms wrapped firmly around him.

“Is the plan still on?” Jimin murmurs to you, feeling the burning hole Jungkook is burning through him.

“Yes.” you murmur back. You avoid Jungkook’s eyes, especially when you feel Jimin light tap the low of your back.

Jungkook watches your next move, not taking his eyes off of you. You bring yourself back next to Jungkook on the couch, finally meeting his eyes. He doesn’t say anything to you, only watching with tense eyes.

“I ordered pizza.” Chaeyoung says, almost on cue. Her hair is damp as she comes through. “Should be here in a few.”

You want to laugh at how giddy you feel right now. Jungkook’s reaction. You aren’t going to feel guilty - he started this first.

It was Jimin’s idea after all. “I would rather die than flirt with you.” Jimin snarls. The feeling was mutual. “But Jungkook is a territorial person. He’ll grow jealous of you hanging out with anyone that isn’t him.”

And that’s where it began - the constant “study” sessions that truly had you and Jimin bickering with one another. “I agreed to listen to your murder podcast but watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey is where you draw the line?” Jimin snapped one day.

However, Jimin was correct. He knew Jungkook like the back of his hand and his plan was working smoothly.

A study session always started well and ended with loud chatter and laughs - only Jungkook sulked on the couch, while you, Chaeyoung and Jimin gathered around the low coffee table to eat.

“Here, try this.” Jimin shoves his pizza in your face - it has a variety of toppings on it and you want to gag at the sight of it. You want to shake your head because damn did it look disgusting, toppings nearly falling all over the place, but Jimin eyes widen and he slightly nods.

You open your mouth and take a bite, allowing Jimin to feed you the pizza - and Jungkook’s had enough of watching you and him.

“Y/N doesn’t even like all those toppings.” Jungkook hisses, shoving the pizza away from you. It falls into Jimin’s lap sloppily, and the older man groans.

“Kook, what the hell?” Jimin cleans the pizza from his lap, glaring at his younger friend. “What’s your problem-”

“I think you should go.” Jungkook exclaims.

“No he doesn’t.” you are quick to defend Jimin, and inside you’re screaming, wanting to laugh in Jungkook’s obviously jealous face. “What’s going on with you?”

Jungkook’s taken aback. “Since when are you and Jimin friends?” he hisses, not intending for his voice to be as low. “Jimin’s my friend.”

Luckily you’ve told Chaeyoung the plan, or she would have thought you had two friends fighting for you. She takes a sip of her soda to hide her laughter.

“Please don’t fight over me.” Jimin chuckles. “There’s enough of me to go around.”

“You should be happy that I’m being friends with your friends.” you cross your arms. “Or do you prefer we butt heads?”

Jungkook would prefer you and Jimin to do nothing at all, like before. He hides his remark because in the end, Jimin was his friend and he truly would never accuse anything of him - but he couldn’t help how he feels.

“Can I talk to you in private, Y/N?” Jungkook murmurs, his eyes intense.

Jimin watches as you and Jungkook walk up the stairs and down the hall, not speaking until he hears a door close.

“Turn the TV up.” Chaeyoung says suddenly, taking a bite of her pizza. “They’re going to fuck it out right about now.”

Jimin doesn’t have to be told twice.

“What the fuck are you doing with Jimin?” Jungkook hiss as soon as the door to your bedroom is closed. “And don’t give that mush-mouth shit either, Y/N.”

You shrug. “The same thing you’re doing with Sia.”

Jungkook stops in his tracks. You sit at the edge of your bed with crossed arms.

“Sia?” Jungkook looks at you as if he had no idea what you were speaking of. “Sia?” he repeats.

“Sia.” you mock with a scoff. “Yes, Jungkook.”

Jungkook inhales deeply before exhaling. He tilts his head for a moment, your words repeating in his mind.

“I don’t hang out with Sia. I don’t even talk to her.” Jungkook proclaims, a snarky tone in his voice.

“Sia likes this, Sia does that, Sia goes here, we should go there.” you mock Jungkook’s voice the best you could. “But I watch a little Housewives with Jimin and it’s a problem?” It was a problem, because there was only so much New Jersey you could watch.

Jungkook’s eyes begin to squint, and then widen. It was like a lightbulb went off.

“You were trying to make me jealous. And you had Jimin help you do it.” Jungkook exclaims.

“Did not,” you scoff.

“You did.”

“Not.”

“You always avoid my gaze when you’re lying, Y/N.” Jungkook sighs in relief. He had to hand it to you, you and Jimin were determined - and your plan worked entirely well.

“Fuck you.” you hiss. “Isn’t that what you were doing first?” you quip, now rising to your feet. “Then you lie about it.”

Jungkook’s head snaps towards you. “Lie? About what?”

“Turn the T.V. down!” Chaeyoung murmurs, hearing the rise in your voice.

“Already on it.” Jimin responds.

“You said you don’t talk to Sia which is kinda weird seeing as you seem to know so much about what she likes.”

“You go through all of this instead of admitting you like me, Y/N?” Jungkook begins to laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “You like me. You’re down bad for me just as I am for you.”

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s words.

“Stop avoiding what I said.”

“I’m not lying.” Jungkook retorts. “Can we admit you’re jealous of Sia-”

“Fuck you and her disrespectfully.” you bellowed, venom laced in your words. You’re even surprised at how it came out.

Jungkook licks his lips. “I only talked to Sia that one time in the dining hall,” he admits. “I…I did lie about everything I told you she said. I never spoke to her after.”

You blink a few times, registering his words.

“What?”

“I just wanted to hear you admit that you were jealous.” now that Jungkook hears himself, his plan sounded stupidly childish. “Admit that you like me-”

“Like you?” you scoff. “You met my parents.”

“Because you were hiding the fact that I wasn’t your boyfriend.” Jungkook shrugs.

“At the time.” you tilt your head. “I’m with you all the time. I watch your nerdy movies-”

“And I watch your serial killer documentaries!” Jungkook defends.

“Exactly.” you wave your hands around. “How could you think I don’t like you when we’re constantly together?”

Jungkook understands that you make valid points, but he was but a man and how was he supposed to feel? “I just want to hear you say it.” he shrugs his shoulders, unsure what else to say. “You only say it when I’m fucking you into oblivion-”

“Okay,” you lift your hand to pause his speech. “please don’t get ahead of yourself there.”

“Just say you like me.” Jungkook steps closer to you, reaching out for you. He has a small smile on his lips. “Just admit that you like me, baby. You’re so down bad for me that you somehow got Jimin to make me jealous of your fraudulent friendship.”

Jungkook’s holding you now, arms embracing you entirely.

“What’s understood doesn’t need to be said.” you murmur, melting into his embrace. You inhale his scent, enjoying the freshly clean scent of his cologne.

“It does.” Jungkook kisses your forehead. He wonders if Jimin told you how he reacted over the phone when you called yourself his girl. It wouldn’t bother him because you know how he feels already.

You roll your eyes. “I…like you.” you say against his chest.

Jungkook pushes you back. “Excuse me?”

“I already said-”

“No, say it again. Without a dick in you-”

You slap his hand from your shoulders. “Oh wow, fuck you-”

“I will.” Jungkook nods erratically. “You can sit on my face until you’re shaking with pleasure, then I’ll fuck you until you’re begging-”

“I like you, Jungkook.” your body heats up at his words and of course, your legs clench for friction. It was as if you and he weren’t just in a disagreement not too long ago. “Ugh, I hate you.” you murmur when you see the smirk forming on his lips.

“Hate that you like me.” Jungkook squeals, far too giddy than he should be. “Take your clothes off, baby.”

“They don’t waste any time.” Jimin snorts, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Turn the T.V. up again. Jungkook’s about to fuck some more love confessions out of her.” Chaeyoung warns.

Jungkook’s nails dig into the skin of your thigh, gripping entirely too tight to fight off his nerves. His tongue laps your clit vigorously - with such need. It’s almost like it gave him pleasure by pleasuring you.

Your hands wrap around the length of his cock, pumping up and down slowly - just because you want to tease him. His tongue laps even harder when you begin to pump faster, smothering himself against you.

Jungkook groans, the vibration feeling against your clit. You allow the saliva to pool from your tongue and onto his clit, tightening your grip. You then decide to take him in your mouth, the salty taste of his pre-cum hitting your taste buds.You assure to add more saliva to jerk him while you suckle along the tip.

Jungkook’s hand rubs along your ass then upwards towards your back, He gently bites your thigh. “You’re so good, baby…”

Jungkook presses a kiss against your clit before he continues on his assault upon your clit. You want to tell him to stop - you were supposed to be pleasuring him, too, but Jungkook always made things harder. Naturally, Jungkook was competitive, and it was as if he was competing to see who would cum first.

And with the way Jungkook now adds his fingers, pumping entirely just as fast as his tongue suckles on your clit - you were going to lose.

You take Jungkook into your mouth fully, his tip hitting your throat. Jungkook twitches, and that’s when you know you had it. You lay your tongue flat, continuing to suck him fully. You were just as stubborn as Jungkook was, and now it was a game to see who was going to win - even if you’re certain you’d just become submissive like always and allow him to take control.

Jungkook’s groaning against your pussy now, trying everything in him to not lose (lose a battle that should have never started), but you were slurping him entirely too good for him to not want to.

“J-Just cum, already.” you cave, his cock popping out of your mouth, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth.

“You first.” Jungkook huffs. “Ride my face.”

“Fuck…you…” you groan, but you do as Jungkook asks. Your hips begin to roll, clit grinding against Jungkook’s tongue.

Jungkook keeps his hands permanently on your ass, allowing you to take control of your orgasm. He’s satisfied that you’ve decided to cave, his competitive nature satisfied. Now, all you have to do is cum.

You bite your lip to suppress a loud moan - Jimin and Chaeyoung were just downstairs. But you were going to cum on Jungkook’s tongue like he intended, not understanding how you yet again lost the battle against Jeon Jungkook.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook moans against your clit, a low whine releasing from your sweet lips Your thighs are quivering as you are coming to your high, eyes fluttering close and your head hanging.

You fall against your bed with a sigh. You needed to catch your breath.

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook smiles down at you, now hovering above you. “Are you hungry?”

“Shut up.” you scoff.

Jungkook’s smile doesn’t falter.

“I was watching porn earlier.” you began. “I want you to fuck my breasts.”

Jungkook chokes at your words, flushing red. “What-”

“Put your dick between my breasts,” you begin, speaking slowly. “and fuck them.”

Jungkook quickly nods, already feeling the familiar throb in his cock.

“You’re so good for me, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks.

“Put it in my mouth first.” you instruct. “So it can be lubricated.”

Jungkook groans but nods. You suck on his cock for a moment before popping it out of your mouth. Jungkook then hovers above your breast, gulping.

Jungkook moans, pressing your breast together as he begins to thrust. Your tongue dips out so you could lick the tip of his tip each time he thrust forward.

Both of Jungkook’s thumbs rub along your nipples, his thrusting becoming faster. You're so beautiful and Jungkook would never get tired of saying it. He’s never thought about fucking your breast, but now as he’s doing so, he can’t imagine not doing it again.

You had to admit watching Jungkook fuck your breast was hot - but that was also because Jungkook was hot. There’s sweat lining his forehead and his lips are forming a small ‘o’ shape. Maybe this is what Jungkook felt like when he was pleasuring you - it was because of you that Jungkook was appearing in pure ecstasy.

“You really do like me, baby.” chuckled Jungkook deeply. His fingers twist your nipples. “I can’t believe you’d thought I would ever be interested in that girl.”

You hum, glad that Jungkook didn’t say her name.

“You know you’re the only girl for me, baby.”

“You can cum in my mouth.” you moan, opening your mouth wider and poking your tongue out.

Jungkook grumbles with a shake of his head. His thrusts become even faster, sloppier. His hands grip your breast entirely in his palms. “My pretty girl,” he pants. “so, so pretty. So good for m-me…” Jungkook’s voice cracks, twitching as he cums.

Jungkook’s cum hits your tongue - warm, salty and great. It’s an abundance, so much cum that a bit drips down your chin. You swallow, licking your lips.

Jungkook falls next to you, legs twitching with ecstasy. He swallows the lump in his throat. He brings you closer to him, kissing your lips entirely.

“My pretty girl.”

“Ugh,” you groan. “I hate simps.”

Jungkook allows you to fall against his chest and it rumbles as he laughs. “You’re so down bad for me, Y/N. It's so obvious now.” he teases. “I’ll fuck another confession out of you later.”

You slap his chest, but the throbbing between your legs is evident that you were anticipating his words to be true.

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arminsumi · 9 months

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can i get an eager, inexperienced gojo? he is probably so silly and loving during sexy time but he still acts like a horndog, not sure where to touch, kinda nerv but tryna cover it up bc he’s the strongest sorcerer, ofc he’s been with so many ladies before!!!! (he hasn’t but he doesn’t want YOU to know that)

love your works as always stay safe💗💗💗

AIN'T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE, NO.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: this made me think of that j. cole song so i looped it while writing all 2.3k of this fic 🥴 i hope u like what i did!! mwaaa smooches!! hope ur well <3

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — Gojo's saved up his virginity ever since he met you, savoring every wet dream through the years until he finally got the real thing in a hotel room in Okinawa.

WARNINGS — fem reader, n.sfw content, profanity, pre-established relationship

SMUT WARNINGS — virginity loss, light dirty talk, nicknames (good girl, sweet girl, daddy), Gojo's so nervous and inexperienced wheee😩💗, protected sex/condoms used, multiple rounds (2), kitty eating, giving him head, fluffy ending scene, lmk if i have missed smth and pls overlook errors i'm slepy asf it's 2am

Wordcount ≈ 2.3k

Playme ♪ wet dreamz

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

You can’t miss the way his Addam’s apple shifts up and down when he swallows, or the way he gawks when you wiggle out of your clothes and toss them off the side of the hotel bed.

Where are my hands supposed to go?

He’s thinking that while haphazardly squeezing a large handful of your hips and hotly kissing your neck.

This has been his long-anticipated dream come true… see, Gojo Satoru met you in high school. And the first thing he thought to himself was I want her to take my virginity. So, he had promised himself that one day, when he was older, he was gonna give it to you.

All his cheeky flirting and dirty jokes got him here, in this room of some dreadfully expensive hotel in Okinawa. Yes, he’s cheesy, as cheesy as he was when he used to lean over his desk during high school to whisper dumb pickup lines into your ear; he requested rose petals and wine. He had the lights dimmed. He laid you down with kisses right on top of those strewn petals.

Crazed, feverish, eager, overwhelmed; he was bursting with a bunch of feelings – predominantly horniness. He’s always had that horny twang about him, he was unashamed about it around you – it’s what got you hot for him in the first place, the fact that he was so bold with his dirty jokes and naughty hints.

But now he’s struggling to find his words. Now that smart mouth is sparsely throwing out witty remarks. Now he was heavily relying on comedy to ease his nervousness and mask his inexperienced movements.

He let you roll on top and savored each kiss that you pressed down his chest – heaving, he was heaving and hot already and all the two of you had done so far was romantic French kissing and tentative touches across each other’s bare skin.

The heat of your flushed cheeks seared his lower abdomen.

How low is she gonna go – oh my god what do I do – play it cool – oh my god is she actually – wow this is really happening.

Such a mess of goofy thoughts passed through his mind when you pressed a testing kiss to his glistening cockhead. Giving the slit a lick made his shoulders scrunch up, and his voice shook a bit, “Shit, baby, you don’t have to do that if you don’t w – want to… oh fuck…”

“But I’ve wanted to suck it so bad, I’ve thought about it so much.” You batted your eyes at him.

His stomach flipped.

“O-okay… ” he breathed. In the back of his mind, he was self-conscious about sounding like a virgin… because he totally was. And he wasn’t masking it very well when you started kissing and licking on his cock.

Feling your tongue swirl circles around his bulbous head, then swiping the underside, nearly made him bust right there. It took every bit of this strong boy’s strength to hold it in. And there was a lot to hold in.

“Oh that’s so fucking good.” He moaned.

You lowered your lips down his slickened cock, the warmth and texture of it delighting your tongue. Taking in his scent, his taste, his sounds – when you hollowed out your cheeks and suctioned your lips around him, he let out an uneasy moan. He was really gonna bust right there in your mouth if he didn’t tell you to ease up.

“B-baby, you’re so good at that – but – but fuckkk – slow down f’me…” he pleaded, big hand coming to the back of your head as you slid off his cock – that also almost made him bust. Oh god, you unknowingly edged him. Maybe you knew that, because you giggled at the way his cock jumped and visibly twitched after popping your lips off of it.

“Sorry, you good?” you asked him sweetly. He looked at you through lust-glazed eyes, his lower lip glistening with a bit of drool.

“ ‘m okay – fuck come here and get on your back. ‘Wanna do that to you too.” He commanded you, eagerly shuffling positions.

He lowered his face between your legs, marvelling at the shiny wet sheen smeared across your inner thigh. A thin web of juice connected from your hole.

“Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare.” He chuckled, joking to lighten his nerves. But earning a laugh from you made his heart flutter before he dove right into it – now here’s where you realized something.

He was inexperienced. Totally. Sweetly so. His tongue flicked and darted around, swiping along your slit, gathering your juices like he was thirsty. The way he licked you up felt like he was some college boy giving his crush head in a lucid dream.

But if there’s one thing you know about Gojo Satoru, it’s that he can do anything he tries. You started out giggling and squirming on his face, and ended up squealing his name and arching your back. Switching between suckling at your clit and lapping at your folds and slipping his buttery tongue into your hole – he was having fun figuring it out.

And my god, he had the biggest, smuggest, most smackable grin on his face when he made you cum.

“W-wipe that grin off your face.” You panted, half-dazed from your orgasm.

His grin only grew wider. Now he was feeling a bit cocky, a little high on a sugar rush of confidence because he just made the girl of his dreams cum from a little amateur tongue-fucking.

“You musta really wanted it bad, huh?” he teased, crawling up to meet your face and pressing a few wet, sloppy kisses to your awaiting lips. You could taste yourself, and he was conscious of that – and it made him almost bust on your tummy. You felt his cock jumping and twitching and throbbing against your skin.

“Don’t get all smug now…” you muttered.

His plumped, flushed lips hovered over your face. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered jokingly, wiping your juice off his cheek with his thumb and suckling it off.

“Hahaha what!” you broke out laughing. “You’re ridiculous!”

He ran his tongue over his lips to tease you, “Tasted better than in my dreams.”

Now that made you flush hotter underneath him. Because for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that he had wet dreams of you. But he did. And he was too embarrassed to admit the number – it was big. He dreamed of you a lot. Especially taking you from the back… so naturally

“Turn around f’me, please?” he asked, “I wanna see you from the back.”

Your lack of hesitation to switch positions for him made his heart thump.

“Good girl…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how you’d take the nickname. But hearing your giggly hum and seeing your hips wiggle up to his pelvis reassured him that you liked it.

So he engulfed you from behind, “You like that?” he whispered into your ear, big hand smoothing over the curves of your body to get a good feel of it. “Want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded into the plush pillow, “Yes please. I like it.” You mumbled into the fabric.

“Can’t hear you, speak up.” He smiled against the shell of your ear teasingly. “Daddy’s hard of hearing.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb goofiness. For some reason you thought it would switch off in the bedroom, but no – he was just as much as a dumb good in and out of bed.

“ ‘call me your good girl, please. I like it.”

His cock twitched. He’d started rubbing and pressing his cock into you from the back. The way your thighs and plush little pussy hugged him was better than any dream – lucid or not. And he’s had a lot of lucid wet dreams of you. Of this, specifically; taking you from behind. In his dreams, he’s pounding into you so good that you cream and cream and cream all over him. He just hopes he can actually achieve that in reality.

When he lowers his hands and fists his cock a bit before running the head between your folds, a pang of nervousness strikes his chest. That feeling came over him – that realization that oh, I’m gonna have my first time.

“So pretty…” he compliments, one hand soothingly caressing around your pussy.

To you, it almost feels like he might have done this before – you’re not sure – with the way he lightly smacks his cock on your hole, and the way he tests your smallness by slipping his tip in and out, you think he’s probably got at least a bit of experience under his belt.

But no. No, not at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, before you, he only kissed two people – and the first didn’t count to him because he hated it, and the second also didn’t count apparently because he was just practicing with Suguru in anticipation of kissing you one day.

“Fuck me…” he hissed through his gritted teeth when he finally sunk more than his tip through your hole.

“Fucking didn’t expect it to feel this good…” he thought out loud. “Might bust right here… fuck.” He blurted, then proceeded to boyishly blush.

Little hole squeezing on his virgin cock, hips wiggling back to meet his pelvis and take him deeper, you pawed behind you to feel him. “Baby, I-I gotta tell you something.” He begins embarrassedly, the nervous twang in his voice is so unfamiliar that you look back at him. “I’ve never done this before…” after he said that he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your hole tightening and untightening.

You blink at him, and he’s worried for a split second before you smile sheepishly and tell him that he’s your first, too. Well, that little fun fact is what made him snap his hips against your ass and start fucking into you like he was some sort of crazed animal. He felt dizzied with the rush of pleasure, so stirred by the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock – there was no comparable thing in the world to him right then. He was definitely gonna become a sex-crazed fiend after this night, he thought. Absolutely. How could he not?

“S’toruuu – right there right there!” you cried out his name with such a pretty, strained voice that it made him want to tell you he loves you.

“Here? You like it here?” he hit that spot harder and harder, the squelching sound so dirty that you almost felt ashamed for a second. “My good girl gonna cum like this? Yeah? F-fuck t-t-tell me when you’re close ‘cause I’m close – really fucking close – fuck fuck fuck ahhh ‘gonna cum!”

He’s driving into that sweet spot while he cums, spilling a warm creamy mess into the condom – completely falling to pieces. Gojo’s always been inclined to obsessing over things, and he knows right then – when he cums with your quivering pussy sucking him in – that he’s gonna be obsessing over sex with you after this.

“Keep goinggg ‘m gonna cum too, please!” you whimpered from underneath him. He heard you, he was attentive even though he was panting and dazed. His thrusts got sloppy and he weighted on your body more heavily, you could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl – g-good girl, rub your pretty clit. Want me to do it for you? M’kay sweet thing, lemme get you there – ah yeah? That feel good? You like daddy’s fingers toying with this pretty pussy? Oh fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he breathed all that into your ear and it absolutely destroyed you, especially with how those intense blue eyes piercingly stared down at you from behind.

“Get that relief, pretty girl – cum all over me. Fuck, there we go – oh wow…” he hit another sweet spot, feeling you gush and writhe under his imposing frame got him close again. “Fuck, baby – just a second, j-just a second ‘m gonna get ‘nother condom, n-need to fucking cum in that pussy again.” He pulled out quick, fingers struggling to free his cock of his already filled lil’ rubber. Squeezing into another one was one of the fastest yet most frustrating things he’s done in a while – oh, you just know that he’s gonna ditch the condoms as soon as you give him the green light to do so. Patience, he thought. He’s gonna need patience and a lot of rubbers.

“Ah fuck me! Satoru!” you arched your back when he re-entered.

“ ‘m gonna cum again, baby – fuck – s-sorry is it too much?” he breathed into your neck. Sweat beaded down his torso, down his thighs – both your bodies pricked with just enough sweat to make it erotically uncomfortable.

You barely managed to tell him that it wasn’t too much because of the way he was sloppily hitting his cockhead into your pussy. Feverish, dazed, pussy-drunk and love-drunk, you felt his hot lips nibbling at your shoulder, then he unexpectedly sank his teeth into your skin. It wasn’t sore, but those canines were a bit sharp.

Muffled moans on your skin sent a shiver down your back, one that travelled to your ass and thighs.

Rolling off to the side, panting and laying exhausted and unmoving.

“Fuck.” He muttered as if to say that was mind-blowing.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“And ya didn’t even tell me you were a virgin!”

“You didn’t tell me, either!” you giggled, rolling into his embrace.

“But it’s hot if the girl is a virgin!”

You laughed with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a little while, pulling you closer and caressing your shoulder. The two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s embarrassing.” He admitted. “There was a time I wanted to lose my virginity just so that when I finally got to you, I’d be able to please you better. But I’m glad I waited…”

“Mmm really?” you hummed, he felt your smile print on his chest.

“…yeah.” You could hear his little smile in his voice. “I’m glad I gave it to you.”

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maopll · 3 months

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Could I request Kaeya, Diluc, Childe and Zhongli's (separate) s/o laying them down on her lap and playing with the boys' hair when their exhausted?

Put your head on my heart

#genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: its boutta feel like heaven once I scratch their heads I'm being dead serious...hopefully there's no dandruff...

⌗:, pairings: khaenri'ahn, weird grown up, snezhnaya's greatest toymaker, fossil w/ gn!reader (separately)

⌗:, note: I wanted to post smth before I went to school so pls take it with a grain of salt (low effort work)

— ୨୧ KAEYA

"Ahh...that's feels great" Kaeya mumbled drowsily against your lap.

"You're having real fun by having me at your beck and call huh?" You playfully said as you pressed one spot on his forehead a little harder.

"Ow ow ow gently I'm very feeble" He smirked while looking you with half his eyes closed. It looks like the exhaustion really creeped up to him. He's not one who easily shows through his demeanor how much overworked or even exhausted he is.

To others he may seem like how he usually does but the slight change in his personality spoke words to you. The past week he became sluggish and even fell asleep at the most odd places.

Thus you took it upon your hands to lay him down on your lap and forcibly make him achieve that deserved slumber that he really needed.

"It's not right to overwork yourself so much Kaeya..." your voice sounded like one of worry. Kaeya knew how you felt and...he can't really disagree with you. "I'll be careful next time lovely"

"Oh, you better! you're trying to shave years of my life here with how much you're overworking yourself!" You smack his head. He laughed, seeing you worry so much, and said "aww I'm sorry," all while having a shit eating grin on his face as he smothered your face with his kisses to make you stop worrying. "You have my oath as a knight, my dove" he says so while sealing the words with a kiss on the back of your hand in quite the knightly fashion.

— ୨୧ DILUC

It's way past midnight. The workers and the Maids of the Manor are enjoying the honey heavy dew of slumber while you paced back and forth in your own room's veranda as you stared far into the vineyards to even catch a glimpse of your lover. It's not unusual for Diluc to return late, but it's even more unusual when he hasn't come back after the clock struck 2 a.m.

"Where is he?" Your worries grew like a rapid fire. You tried to calm your nerves by telling yourself "it's alright..." when your ears perked up with the creak of the front door. After some time, you saw Diluc emerge from the shadows with his red hair looking particularly vibrant under the moonlight.

"Gosh, you had me worried there dear..." you strode towards him. "Yes...it looks like I kept you awake and worried for a long time? apologies..." as he sounded those words, his voice grew tired and low as his eyes nearly closed from how drowsy he was. You frowned at this sight of him. So you held his hand gently and guided him towards your bed to let him get that well deserved rest since he looked as if he would flop flat on the ground if you did not let him fall on the bed sooner.

You guided his head towards your lap and ruffled his red locks gently. "I'll help you sleep quicker, Diluc. So just close your eyes now" with a peck to his forehead, you put your hands softly over his eyes. "Thank you...love"

— ୨୧ CHILDE

"Childe...I don't think this is that right place to do this..."

And yes it wasn't. He decided to go out fishing in Dragonspine with you because he said, "I miss the way me and my family used to fish in Snezhnaya" all puppy eyed and stuff. You're always the one who says yes to anything he says but maybe...maybe this time you should've said no...

"But babe I'm tired! won't you let me rest my head on your lap?" so he said when he is literally a harbinger. Him running out of stamina and being exhausted? impossible that's something that will happen in an alternate universe. He just needed a sorry excuse to feel the warmth your thigh emitted because he just couldn't get enough of those.

"Childe I'm not saying that you can't lay on my lap but we are out in the middle of nowhere in adeserted frosty mountain!" You screamed to him while he just jumped up with excitement, "Oh look! I caught a Snowstrider! Great catch!"

"Oh my archons...are we done yet?" you said impatiently because the cold was getting to you. "Aww but I was thinking about catching a few more...alright let's go home now"

You noticed the tone drop in his voice. Looks like he really missed those eventful days of his. So with a sigh and a forgiving smile on your face you agreed to his whims, "Nevermind it's alright, you can fish as much as you want we can go after some time"

Oh what a sight it was when his eyes literally sparkled with joy and the way his ears perked up hearing your words of affirmation. "Thanks babe! Watch me catch the biggest one for you!"

Oh it's going to be a long day...

— ୨୧ ZHONGLI

The vibrant kites were visible from the small window of your house. Lantern Rite comes every year with a new surprise yet even before the preparations are completed before the event, the hustle and bustle of the people as they scurried to prepare meticulously for the biggest event was a joy that could never eb expressed in words.

So here you were. Atop a hill overseeing the entirety of Liyue Harbour with your lover resting on you lap as you played with his hair as soft as the silk flowers and as fragrant as qingxins.

"Do you like the view Zhongli?" you quietly asked, keeping the comforting silence that prevailed amidst the two of you. "As always. Mortals and their customs have never ceased to amaze me." He hummed lowly as you scratched that one spot of his head. He had those areas on his head which felt better than the other places because...he's a dragon after all.

He looked up at you through his lashes and spoke, "Once the Liyue Harbour is decorated, let us visit Mount Aocang to give those old friends a little greeting." You smiled at how much he cared for those who lived along with him. "Sure let's do that"

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ebongawk · 2 months

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WAIT OK I HAVE ANOTHER ONE it’s prob cheating to send two so you can save this for another time but!!!! just chrissy fidgeting w eddie’s jewelry. his rings, his necklace. like she’s anxious abt smth and over time learned instead of like biting her nails or pulling hangnails or smth he’ll let her do that

Chrissy always had an issue with biting her nails.

As a child, whenever she was anxious about school, or nervous about dance competitions or cheer routines, her nails found their way between her teeth, chewed ragged and brittle.

Her mother called her disgusting. A ruler or wooden spoon was often produced, seemingly from thin air, to smack Chrissy across the back of her hands whenever they found their way into her mouth.

The main reason she started painting her nails was because the chemical taste of the polish made her nauseous. As her issues with food worsened, nausea became increasingly harder to control, and she found herself in the bathroom more often than not.

Her nerves, however, found new ways to ruin her.

Using those pretty nails she now sported, Chrissy dug into her cuticles. Picking at dry skin or tiny abrasions, creating hangnails she could then tear away.

Jason called her disgusting. Lightly smacking her hands with his own or with his school notebooks. Telling her constantly that every part of her was so pretty, but she was ruining her hands. Ruining the illusion of beauty he cast upon her by reminding him that she was human.

She couldn't break up with her mom. But she did break up with Jason.

Free of his oppressing weight, the urge to pick at her nailbeds lessened. It didn't disappear completely, of course, but she found healthy skin growing over her tiny scars.

Then she started hanging out with Eddie. And, for a little while, she didn't even notice how her fingertips stopped bleeding.

One day, sitting at the lunch table Eddie and his friends occupied, Chrissy's mind had been sloughing through the finals they had coming up. She was decently confident about most of them, but O'Donnell could be killer when it came to testing. Often asking things not covered by the study guide, so she and Eddie had spent the past four afternoons in his bedroom, textbooks open and flashcards made, trying to get one another ready for their teacher's unhinged brutality.

Her anxiety, during this thought spiral, had heightened exponentially. She stopped moving all at once when she remembered that Sandra had taken a bad scrape during practice yesterday – cheer season was over, but Chrissy was determined to keep the younger girls occupied through the year so they wouldn't be so rusty when they came back in August – and she'd used her last band-aid for the scrapes.

Sighing, Chrissy looked down to inspect the damage.

And saw Eddie's hand in her lap.

She glanced over. Eddie was still fully engaged in whatever conversation he was having with Jeff – his unoccupied hand twisting and twirling through the air to accentuate his points. But his left hand was loose between hers, one of his rings twisted to face his palm.

Chrissy twisted the ring back to right. Then did another circuit, finding it strange how natural it was to fiddle with his rings.

Looking up at Eddie again, he met her eye with a curious smile. Tilting his head to one side in silent question that she just shrugged at, instead scooting the tiniest bit closer and dropping herself seamlessly back into the conversation.

She didn't think of it again for a few weeks. Until she and Eddie were tucked up at his home, watching some British scary movie called Underworld and sharing a bowl of popcorn. They'd started the evening next to one another, but as the movie progressed, Chrissy found herself almost entirely in Eddie's lap. Curling into his side with every scary part, until her knees were tucked up to her chest and her feet were pressed between his thighs.

Every jump scare made her wince, shoving her face into Eddie's shoulder and peeking through one eye until the scary parts were over.

The movie was almost completely finished before she registered Eddie's hand in her lap. Her fingers twisting the rings around his over and over, slipping them up and down his knuckles.

Her nailbeds had never looked so healthy.

Remaining quiet until the previews ran, Chrissy slipped from Eddie's lap, standing and stretching as Eddie moved to flip on the light.

"What'dya think?" he asked, picking up the popcorn bowl and a few stray kernels before walking it into the kitchen. "Weird, yeah? Did I fill your weekly scary movie prescription, Miss Cunningham?"

She'd told him, ages ago, that she wanted to start liking scary movies, because he loved them so much. They now had a weekly movie date, watching something from his repertoire of slasher films before loading one of her favorite romance tapes into the VCR.

(Tonight, it was Breakfast at Tiffany's.)

"Yes, Dr. Munson, it was exactly what I needed," she said around a grin, walking into the kitchen with him. He had his back to her, squatting in front of the fridge for another movie snack, and Chrissy wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Hoisting herself onto his back and pressing her cheek against his neck.

Beneath her, Eddie let out a little chuckle. Something Chrissy turned her head to taste with her lips against his spine.

"That freaked out, sweetness?" he asked, grabbing a jar of the strawberry jam he kept just for her and a couple cans of Coke before standing. Keeping herself firmly affixed to his body with her legs around his waist.

"No," Chrissy answered. "Just wanted to be close to you, that's all."

Eddie huffed, setting his wares down and yanking her further up his back. Situating her to be a little more comfortable before he grabbed peanut butter and the half-eaten loaf of bread from the pantry.

"Yeah?" He paused in his actions, setting the clean butter knife he'd just grabbed next to the jam. "We can, uh. We can get a hell of a lot closer, y'know. If that's your real aim here."

Gosh, he could be such a boy sometimes. Chrissy snorted, burying her face in his neck.

"But what about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"

"Audrey Hepburn will be waiting for us when we're finished, sweet girl." The hand around her knee slid up, gently stroking the outside of her thigh. "Or we can put her on in the background. Make her bear witness to our incredible physical connection."

"Eddie."

"Chrissy."

Rolling her eyes, Chrissy tapped her healthy, wound-free fingertips against his collar.

"Bedroom," she finally said, laughing loudly when Eddie whooped and threw a fist in the air before sprinting down the hallway.

After, as they lay together in a sweaty pile of contentment, Chrissy snuggled into Eddie's chest. Eyes closed, relishing in the smooth, easy way his hand drifted up and down her side, from her hip to her ribs and down again.

"Eddie?"

"Hmm?" He took a final puff of his cigarette before ashing it.

"When did you notice that I pick at my nails?"

He hummed, rolling that thought around in his mind.

"I dunno," he admitted after a moment. "Early, I guess? Beginning."

Tapping her fingers against his stomach, she took his hand where it had continuously been drifting against her skin, bringing it up and pressing her lips against the rings.

"How come I didn't realize you distracted me?"

"I can't answer that, sweetness," he responded around a shrug. "I just figured you needed something to fiddle with. Better my hands than yours, in my opinion."

Chrissy paused, letting that sink in, before she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"What, so you were gonna let me pick at your nails?"

Eddie just shrugged again, a new grin stretching his cheeks. Dimples coming to life under her disbelieving grimace.

"If that's what it took."

"Eddie, that's so gross."

"Guess it's good you picked at my rings and not my nails then, huh?"

"Why would you let anyone––"

"Not anyone," he interrupted, taking her hand in his and letting her fingertips fall across his lips. "Just you."

Oh, the way he could so simply send a swarm of butterflies to flight in her stomach.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself," he said after a moment, honesty dripping like honey from his words. Sprinkling droplets of sticky sincerity across her skin, so she'd feel the mess of his truths for days and years to come. Waggling his eyebrows, he finished by saying, "But I don't mind if you hurt me a little sometimes."

"Eddie."

"Slap me, baby, I know you want to."

"Oh, my God."

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #stranger things #chrissy x eddie #eddie munson #hellcheer drabble #my writing #chrissy cunningham #cw light food issues #cunninghamchrissie #anxiety reactions #nail biting

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feined4 · 1 year

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Hiii! I loooved your Yoko work so I have decided to request smth! Do you think you could do a Wednesday x reader in where R is Enid's sister and has a personality like her so one day Wednesday says something kinda mean and R ignores her, so W asks Enid for help because she realizes while R was "away" that she actually likes her? If not, that's okay!!! If yes, then thank u so so much, please have a nice day or afternoon or night <3

Foreign feelings

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader x Enid Sinclair (siblings)

summary: Wednesday said something towards you that was a bit too hurtful. Without your presence it made her realize her feelings towards you.

Warning: Angst?? Bad thoughts fluff at the end

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I was sick and I couldn't write :(( this was also kinda rushed I'm sorry 😞

Many people couldn't tell the difference between you and Enid. You and your sister were practically twins. Had the same personality, the same humor, and the same behavior. And there was one student that had to deal with the both of you on a daily.

Wednesday Addams.

Both you and Enid would always bug her. But especially you, it seemed you just couldn't stop bothering Wednesday. Or that's what Wednesday would say. Somehow you always stuck with Wednesday without losing a limb. Thing said it was impressive how long you lasted.

After thing said that you swore you felt chills run down your spine. You couldn't put your finger on it but you liked Wednesday's dark personality.

Today was getting on Wednesday's nerves more than usual. She was trying to investigate more about the hyde but principal Weems has been keeping a closer eye on Wednesday.

You were walking down the school hall when the sight of a particular braided ravenette caught your eye. You were to catch up with the ravenette.

"Hey, Wednesday! What's up?"

The playful voice that Wednesday's very familiar with made her eye twitch. "Nothing." She replied with that cold tone of hers.

Your eyes wandered down seeing the papers that were in Wednesday's grasp.

She's definitely up to something.

"Yeah? What are those papers then?" You asked with a raised eyebrow, Wednesday suddenly took a sharp turn to her right. You almost bumped into a wall because of that.

"It's just homework."

You still didn't believe her. Something was definitely up, and you were determined to find out.

While you were unaware of Wednesday's feelings, she needed to be somewhere else. She really didn't need you. As much as Wednesday can... Tolerate you, the last thing she needs is you tagging along with her in the woods. Especially since principal Weems is currently distracted at the moment and she needs to get this done.

"Can I see? Just out of-" Wednesday suddenly stopped in her tracks. Making you stop as well. She turned around to face you with a glare.

"Y/N don't you have anything else better to do? I'd rather you not burden me with your presence."

Her reply caught you off guard. Wednesday has said many mean things to you but this time... It really got to you.

You only clenched your jaw, before walking away from Wednesday. She watched you leave but the sight of your expression when she made that comment stuck to her for some reason.

While walking through the woods thing crawled out of her jacket and dropped down to the ground. Wednesday stopped and looked down to look at thing with a raised eyebrow. He signed that her comment towards you was a bit harsh. Wednesday only scoffed.

"Thing it's just the truth it doesn't matter."

She was quick to dismiss it and continued to her destination. Thing couldn't do anything more so he only followed Wednesday.

Once Wednesday arrived back at her dorm she was greeted with an angry Enid.

"Wednesday what the hell?! Why would you say that to Y/N?"

Wednesday only stood like a statue watching her frustrated roommate pace around the room.

"Say what to Y/N?" Enid snapped her head towards Wednesday. "Don't act clueless Wednesday! You know exactly what I mean."

Wednesday thought about it, then it came to mind.

"What? When I called her a burden?"

Enid stopped pacing around the room to look directly on Wednesday. "Yes! Wednesday, she just... Doesn't like being called that, no one does!" Enid was exasperated.

"I do." Wednesday simply stated. Enid groaned in annoyance. "Of course you do." Enid walked past Wednesday and stormed out of their shared room.

Wednesday stood there for a moment, thinking about what Enid had said.

'she just doesn't like being called that.'

Wednesday heard the hesitance in Enid's voice. Like she almost said something else. What was she supposed to say? What did it mean?

Did it bother you that much?

Thing dropping down from Wednesday made her snap out of her train of thought. She quickly walked to her desk. She has better things to do than think about that.

It was a new day, and Wednesday needed something from you. She needed some information about something and you knew a thing or two about that. Wednesday looked around the sea of students trying to spot you in the crowd. Finally, she found you and walked her way toward you.

"Y/N"

The cold voice made you tense up. You haven't seen Wednesday since yesterday. And you weren't planning to see her anytime soon. But it seemed she ruined your planning.

You only looked at her with a straight face. "Yes?" Wednesday caught the hint of hesitance in your voice.

"I need you to look at this. You know things about these right?"

She handed you the paper but you weren't interested. You avoided eye contact. "Look Wednesday I can't help you right now- I have to go sorry." You left in a hurry.

Wednesday stood there slightly taken aback. You had never rejected her requests before.

Once she had given you a task you would finish it in a heartbeat. The rejection made her feel something she wasn't familiar with. It made her feel an ache in her chest. She didn't like it all.

She needed to get rid of it.

The rest of the day Wednesday didn't see anymore. Not even a glimpse. You weren't following her like a lost puppy anymore. She didn't know why but without you she felt a sense of... Loneliness? No, she refused to believe it.

Meanwhile, you were avoiding her like the plague. You couldn't face her now. What she said to you still hurts. You were staying at the library. What she had said loomed around your mind.

Burden.

You hated that word. It always made you feel horrible. You've heard people call you that much too many times. Especially from your own family.

This went on for another day. Wednesday didn't see you. And those feelings were getting to her. She couldn't focus on her investigation without thinking about the expression you made when she said that comment.

That hurt expression. How your lips frowned the moment she said that. It made her stomach turn in a way. And not in a good way.

Finally, nighttime approached. Wednesday was typing away for her novel while Enid was laying down on her bed using her phone.

But unfortunately for Wednesday, she couldn't focus on her novel. She couldn't think of what else to put. This was new. Her movements would falter too much. She couldn't come up with something fast.

It was all because of you.

She thought about it again. Finally realizing that what she had said was too hurtful for you. It made her clench her jaw. She didn't like to admit she was wrong. But this feeling wasn't right whatsoever. She needed you to forgive her. But she didn't know how. This was foreign to her. But there was one person that knew. Your sister, Enid.

She turned to the blonde. Enid was giggling while typing on her phone. She honestly couldn't believe she was asking for help from Enid so that you could forgive her. She sighed, she had to get this done.

She stood up and walked towards Enid's side of the room. Crossing the line she stood directly in front of Enid.

Enid put down her phone to look up on Wednesday.

"Um, can I help you Wednesday?"

Wednesday clenched her jaw. "I'm in a situation and I..." Enid raised her eyebrow. "...need your help." That raised Enid's curiosity. She sat up and listened more.

"What do you need help with exactly?" Wednesday looked away, "Y/N, I need her to talk to me again." Wednesday almost said it through gritted teeth.

Enid's eyes widen in surprise. Never would she think Wednesday wanted you to forgive her. But this was a big deal for her too. You were her sister after all.

Enid grinned patting down beside her signaling Wednesday to sit. Wednesday listened and sat down.

"And why exactly do you want Y/N to forgive you?" Enid wanted to know why. This was something she wasn't expecting from Wednesday. Wednesday looked down coming up with the words to describe what she was feeling.

"I don't know why but I feel this stupid feeling in my chest whenever she ignores me. It feels like some odd ache and I despise it."

Enid processed her words. Ache in the chest when you ignore her... Enid figured it out. She couldn't believe it. She felt giddy. "Wednesday, I think you like my sister!" She said with a big smile.

Wednesday only stared at her in shock. Was that even possible? Does she really like you? She thought about it more. It made sense much to her dismay.

Enid was still celebrating this discovery before Wednesday stopped her. "Are you going to help me or not?" Enid quickly stopped and thought about it for a moment. "Wednesday I think you should just apologize to her. Tell her how you truly feel."

Tell you how she felt? She thought about it for a moment, maybe Enid is right. This could be exactly what she needs to do, tell you how she felt. Wednesday agreed to it and Enid told her she'll get you to stay in an empty classroom so that you and Wednesday can have some privacy.

It was the next day and Wednesday was somewhat ready. Enid gave her the green light to go to the classroom where you were at. Once she entered you sat in one of the chairs waiting for whatever Enid told you was a 'surprise.'

The sound of the door opening made you look at whoever was there and made your heart drop. You wanted to leave but Wednesday stopped you.

"Y/N I need to talk to you, it's urgent."

This time there was no room for argument. You only nodded and she closed the door. She made her way toward you, standing directly in front of you. There was an awkward silence. Wednesday was finding the right words to tell you while you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

"Y/N I realized what I had said to you was a bit too harsh. And I..." You tilted your head listening to what she was saying. "... Apologize for saying something like that. I wasn't aware it made you sensitive. And it seems I realized while you were gone I have these feelings for you. I'm not sure how to deal with it."

You stared at her for a moment. Letting what she had said sink in. Wednesday apologizing? That was something you'd never let down. And her having feelings? For you? Made you feel confident in a way.

You stood up and made your way to her. "Feelings?" You asked, "Yes, Enid told me." You smiled. Wednesday felt some sort of warmth when she saw you smile. She didn't know what to do. "I'll forgive you, but you have to do something." Wednesday raised her eyebrow listening to what you were gonna say.

"You have to give me a kiss."

That made Wednesday glare at you, "You don't deserve it." you frowned and Wednesday walked towards the exit but stopped beside you. She gave you a peck on your cheek. "This is all you get for now."

The feeling of her cold lips on your cheek made you feel giddy. You were quick to follow Wednesday leaving while Wednesday felt a bit satisfied.

#wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #fanfic

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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say your prayers - two.

pairings | dark!priestess!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary : your school have church service once a week. of course, as a good little schoolgirl you are, you attend to it. which means you always have to see your priestess, natasha, who you are secretly infatuated with. until there was an unexpected turn that made you feel something else other than good. but maybe, even better.

warnings : smut/dark taboo themes - 18+ MINORS DNI. non-con/dub-con, religious themes, blasphemous acts, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, heavy sexual content, rough sex, rough fingering (r receiving), mother kink, non-con kink (natasha giving), age difference (reader is 18 and natasha is 41), corruption kink, teasing, begging, authority kink, and more.

notes : this chapter feels shorts but it’ll get worse by the next chapter, so please be ready or smth lol idk enjoy x

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It had been officially a week since it was the last time that Mother Natasha touched me, and used me like a brothel. I could still remember her tongue devouring my mouth like she was a hungry teenager in heat–I don’t even know why I’m explaining it that way, I have never had that experience. I’m safe to say that I lost my virginity to my priestess, which should have never happened in the first place. Her hands were everywhere on my body, I could still remember her voice saying: be a good little lamb. I wanted to hate her for touching me, hate her for using me with no permission. I wanted to bang my head against the wall until it bleeds–until I die with shame.

I loved every bit of it. I love her hands, I love her tongue, and I love her use of words that made me have an extreme climax around her thick fingers. I love how she saw me as this saint that she had to ruin, that needs to be ruined by her and only her. I might be deeply infatuated, was it that bad? Was it that bad that I needed her to kiss me again? I could imagine her hands on my buttocks as she slaps it while kneading it with care, with possession that compels her. I could hear her saying: you’re such a good little saint, my child. Mother is so proud of you inside of my head and it makes my core wet, desperate and aroused.

I’ll be such a good child for her, I’ll recite my prayers while her wet lips are on my stomach–her hands groping my ass. I’ll do anything for her, I’ll kill myself for her. I’ll be on my knees in front of everyone for her, I’ll let her dominate me for as long as she wants. I want her to do everything on her willpower on me, I want her just as much as she wants me. I’ll be a good child, I’ll try to be one just for her.

I was so fazed with my imagination that I could feel Wanda’s elbow shoving against mine to wake me up. She hissed, “You’ve been staring at your book for five minutes. Have you not heard what Mrs. Wilson said? You’re a little weird lately.”

No I didn’t hear what she had said. Do I intend to care? I try to.

“Sorry,” I mumbled and flipped my page to a new sheet of paper. “W-what did she say?”

“Jesus, what have you been thinking?”

“It’s none of your business.”

She hears my voice starting to sound not so light and I could see how her body tensed from the unnecessary tone. Wanda sighed and asked again to my own dismay, “You’re usually not like this. You pay attention most of the time, what happened? Did someone–”

“Why are you in my nerves lately?” I could take that back, I shouldn’t have been bitter towards her. But I was so into my imagination that she had to ruin it for me. She blinks twice and shakes her head, leaning her right cheek against her palm as I hear her telling me that I should forget about it with a mumble. I didn’t say anything much after that response, I just continued to get into that trance again where I could feel Mother Natasha’s hand trailing upwards on my inner leg.

When lunch time came around, I was sitting at a big table–full of my classmates from the main room. Wanda and I weren’t talking much, probably because I snapped at her and she probably meant no harm to disturb me. But she was right, I wasn’t the same for a few days. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t stop crying at night with what happened. I don’t know if it was a tear of happiness or fright but either way, I wanted her to touch me so bad that I could mewl out her name multiple times. I wanted her to use me again, to make me her whore. Whore. It’s a strange word to use for an innocent girl like me, should I even say that such word? I jabbed my fork into the vegetables and shoved it in my mouth, keeping my eyes down.

“Are you not going to talk to me?” asked Wanda with a timid voice. I was thankful that she spoke up, I couldn’t get on my day without even speaking to her. I shake my head and bite the inside of my cheek as I try to think of an apology to say. Hey, I’m sorry it’s just that I can’t stop thinking about my priestess having sex with me. Or I’m sorry, it’s just that I can’t stop being a whore for an older woman. Those weren’t the sentences that I want to use or ever to say, knowing Wanda–she might react badly about it and report it to the principal. If she did, everyone would get involved; including my parents.

“Of course I will,” I responded with a cheeky smile. “I’m sorry for snapping at you a while ago. It’s just that I’m on my period.” I was lying through my teeth, my period comes in a week. But I’m feeling a little bloated than I was yesterday, so I guess that was also not a lie that I’m on my period.

“I got worried,” Wanda said while drinking from her glass. “You just seemed so quiet, that’s all. I mean, you’re always quiet. But for the past few days, I’m seeing you so differently.”

“What makes me so different? I haven’t changed or anything.”

“Yeah, I know that,” she sighed as she prompts her elbow against the table. “You just haven’t been the same, that’s all. Did something happen? Did your mom tell you to give away your gadgets again?”

“That’s not the reason,” I answered with a blink. “Sorry–I have been just feeling a little tired, that’s all.”

Wanda gives me a skeptical look as if she can’t believe fy response. But she decided to keep quiet and nodded slowly while she took another bite from her food. The food tasted disgusting, I wish I could eat at some local fast food restaurant to ease my appetite. A wealthy school like this can’t even feed us, children, some good dishes.

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I was sitting in the front row of the chapel once again when I saw Mother Natasha walking from the backdoor with a whimsical smile on her face. She looked pleased, not tired. I wanted her to look at me, to see me standing right in front of her–even though I’m a little far–but either way, I wanted her to set her eyes on mine and just gape at how beautiful my body was as she told me that night. But her eyes were never averted to me–instead, she kept her green eyes to the crowd and said her prayers before the ceremony started.

While the service was happening, I couldn’t stop thinking about my teacher offering me to the choir. I could say that I sing, but not professionally or in a profound way. I have tone, but not to the extent where I could sing for a living. And at first, I wanted to turn it down since I’m afraid of the people who could give me a judging and disgusting look, but that means I get to be closer to Mother Natasha if that’s the case. I thought about it long and hard, the imagination of standing in front of her while her eyes are fixated on my covered legs; wondering to herself if she could touch the bare of my skin, just a little touch.

That thought completely went away when Natasha looked at me. But it was only brief, say only for one second before she looked at someone else again. My stomach was fluttering with joy and anticipation, I don’t know why. Maybe because I’m very attracted to her and wanting to know if she feels the same is becoming a thrill for me. Like, it has become a chase. I keep thinking about those dirty words she told me that night. I was her little lamb, I was her child. She licked me and touched me, kissing my lips like I was her lover. Oh, how pure was I before she came into my life, and now I’m dirty because of her. And I do love it of course.

“On Exodus 20:14, thou shalt not commit adultery,” Mother Natasha explained while her eyes are looking at everyone in the crowd. She then looks back at me but only for her to give me a small smile that was almost unnoticeable–but I caught her lips. She was smirking, a little though. “Committing a sin like this can haunt you and be with you forever. It is also not a good sight of the Lord…”

Once the service ended, we all stood up, and as much as to my dismay–I had to stand up as well. I pulled up my high white socks and clung my Bible to my chest as I walked down the aisle of the church, having the strength of not to turn back to see if Mother Natasha was behind me. But as that thought ran through my head, a familiar voice called out my name, and within a matter of seconds; I turned around.

Mother Natasha was calling me. She had a solemn look on her face–that she surprisingly didn’t use when we had sex–and I couldn’t do anything but step forward at her, my hair brushing against my shoulder until I was close enough to the priestess. I gulped at her tall sight, she looked so ethereal yet dangerous. Like she’s that kind of person you wouldn’t trust when it comes to secrets and all that. But never her, I’ll never repent from her.

“Let us talk privately,” she kindly offered; which sent chilling feelings down my spine. Then she whispers, “I want to talk to you, I’ve been mean to.”

Then without even saying a word, I felt her hand squeezing my biceps gently with a kind smile on her face. But I know behind that smile are her devilish thoughts that she wants to do to me, her fantasies that she wants to fulfill once she finally gets to have me on her lap. I know, I can tell. She’s not so innocent after all, and I wasn’t too. I followed her to another building and realized where we were going. It’s either her room or her office, do priestesses have an office anyway? I could feel my legs weaken from each step that I take, what will she do to me next? Will she kiss me once again? Will she touch me like how she did that night? A lot of possibilities swirl all over my head as if it was a wine and I might as well get drunk from it. I needed to know her intentions.

She opens the door quietly and I walk inside timidly. I felt the cold air hit my skin as I looked around the small room around me. There was a single bed on the left with a desk on the right. Then, I see a big cross on the wall that was above that table. This was her room, I knew from the start that this would be our destination. I turned around and asked quietly, “Is this where you really sleep?”

She gives me a faint chuckle and pats my lower back with a smirk. “No, my child. I have my own house, I only stay here if there is important stuff at the ministry.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Of course, you don’t,” she humored while she guided me to her bed with a cotton white sheet that was sprawled onto the mattress. I sat down on the edge and she did as well and I could feel her stare at my clasped hands on my lap. “There are many things you don’t know about me, little lamb.”

“Like?” I wish I could shut up, but I was so curious that I wanted to know everything about her. Instead, she smiles again and it gives me some sort of relief.

“I want to do many things that are so unholy and provoked,” her deep voice sent tingling feeling down my arms all the way to my legs that I had to clench them shut. She notices the act and smirks wider with her hand on my shoulder, resting it there casually. “Do you like what we did that night?”

“Yes,” I said with a shuddering whisper. I can’t deny that, I loved our encounter that night. I heard her chuckle a bit and felt her hand going down on my ribs–then to my waist pulling me closer. Fuck, no I can’t.

“Do you know how much I liked it?”

I shook my head in response, not really knowing if she did. She smiles again, but this time you would know it was from the devil.

“I really loved it,” she exhales in my ear as she tucks a strand of my hair and tucks it away with her lips ghosting in my earlobe. “I loved it so much that you’re the only girl I think about. Did you know that, baby?”

I pretend not to know but I had the feeling that she thought about me as well as I thought about her. I felt myself gulping again as her hand never leaves my body, now her fingers were just fidgeting my school uniform–her mouth so close to mine that if I turned my face our lips would touch. I shake my head and let her continue to play with my clothing.

“You’re so pretty it’s almost mesmerizing,” her voice sounded so dreamy but deep, her eyes looked so innocent but daunting. She pulled me very close until her other hand was now on my neck holding me like a baby. “Did you know I had to wait until you turned eighteen? Of course, you didn’t, you’re too dumb to know right?”

She loved making me feel dumb, especially with her teasing tone that makes my core even warmer than it was. She speaks again but this time she was moaning quietly in my ear, “I want to fuck you until you couldn’t breathe anymore until you’re begging me to stop. I want to touch you inappropriately that you’d push me away, I don’t want you to think I’m some angel and a good person. I want you to be terrified of me, to feel unsafe when I’m around. I want to touch you without your consent and make you cum around my fingers. I want to hurt you, my child. I want to fucking hurt you.”

I was breathing so hard that you could hear it from my mouth, you could see how my chest was heaving as her hand inches closer under my skirt until I realized how perverted she was. Mother Natasha never stopped touching me, her other hand was above my breast, and gropes it with a groan. I felt my inner thigh being touched by her sinful hand and I pushed it away–I did it because it felt all too real and too fast.

“Wait–Mother Natasha, I–”

“Shh,” she shushes me as her lips are now connected to mine. I could feel her tongue pushing inside of my mouth and my tongue glided against hers, it was a sloppy wet kiss with her hands holding me down. It was a small kiss until our mouths were becoming hungry for each other; most especially for her. She pulls away with her teeth biting against my lower lip and opens my legs with just one push of her hand. That’s how much she compels me, that’s how much I want her to hurt me.

She unbuttons my white blouse and throws it across the room, whispering a different language to herself once my white cotton bra was finally exposed. Mother Natasha looked at me briefly, then back to my breasts. It was supple, but not big. She liked it in normal size, not too big and small. And mine was perfect for her touch, for her eyes. I tried touching her but my hands were suddenly pinned against the mattress as my back made contact with the sheets.

“You belong to me.” she says with a demeaning voice; with authority. Like I was her property to keep. Her hands went under my skirt and I felt my covered clit being palmed with her rough hand–I gasped with a whine. She was touching me with desperation, she wanted me to be scared of her. And genuinely, I think I was since I don’t know what she is capable of.

“I belong to you,” I breathed out while licking my lips as her hand continued to grope my cunt like it was a piece of ass. It was starting to hurt, but I never complained. “I belong to you, Mother.”

I felt her other hand squeezing my left breast with force as I was quick enough to bite my lip. If I made a shriek, everyone would find out. I can’t make a scene, I can’t let her be in trouble. Her eyes filled with some sort of rage that I cannot comprehend until I felt a sharp sting from my right inner thigh. She slapped me, and I was horrified.

“Don’t you look at me like that,” she said with a nonchalant voice while removing her clerical collar and adding with another deep whisper, “Do not fucking scream. I’m going to hurt you real bad once you even make a sound, okay? Let Mother fuck you, I promise I’ll be really good to your body.”

She reaches for the hem of my panties and roughly pulls it down, bringing the cloth to her nose as she inhales it deeply. How perverted she was when she did it in front of me as if she was hungry for my underwear. She placed the undergarment on the other side of the mattress carefully and paid attention back to me with some of her hair framing her face. Mother Natasha spreads my legs open and sets her body weight on top of me, her head was in the crook of my neck. She licks my skin and bites it even until I was trying my best not to make a loud scream. I was crying, sobbing in fact. It hurt a lot when she was rough with me, but I was so turned on that I let her do everything she wanted.

“I’m gonna hurt you,” she says breathlessly while spitting on her hand to lube her fingers. God, her fingers were frighteningly long–I could feel my insides clenching hard. “The Lord shall forgive your sins once I bury my fingers inside of you, ruining you until you’re ripped in half. No boy will ever fuck you because you’re used, like a toy. Be glad that an experienced woman like me is taking you so perfectly well. You know that.”

She was more experienced than I was, but she wasn’t delicate either. She continues to lick my neck while smearing her spit all over her fingers before she could tease my clenching hole. I gasped with the touch, I wanted to push her away and let me feel things slowly. But everything went on so fast that I can’t even process her mouth on my skin and my lips. My hands were on both of her arms as she presses herself even harder onto my small body, her eyes trying to catch mine.

“Mother, I can’t breathe–” my breath hitches when I felt her tongue licking my upper lip as I felt two fingers dipping inside of me without permission. I wanted to scream, push her away maybe, but I was so lost with the pleasure of the fantasy that she was offering. “Oh god! Ugh please…”

“Quiet,” Mother Natasha gives me harsh kisses on my neck as she pushes more of her fingers inside of my inexperience hole that she took that night. I felt very tight, I could still feel myself breaking apart because of her. Was it even healthy that I was hurting from the way her fingers pushed inside of me? “Take it like a good little lamb you are, my beautiful child. That’s it… Take it.”

She was groaning in frustration and slapped my left cheek hard as I tried to push her away. When she smacked me, I stayed in my place. I was scared–terrified even. But there’s something inside of me that wanted her to hurt me, my body was responding to the way she pounds her fingers inside of me with no care in the world. Her eyes were fixated on me and I could see how much she wanted to see me hurt. And with that red puff mark on my cheek, her arousal just got even worse.

“Beg me to stop,” she whispered harshly and curled her fingers to hit my spot in a violent way. I was a trembling mess, I wanted to grip onto something but my hands couldn’t even move from her fucking. She pumps into me with a grunt that comes within her; green eyes still staring down at mine. I shut my eyes tightly as I could feel warm tears coming out from my lids. She commanded with a deep voice, “Beg me to stop hurting you. Fuck–you fucking turn me on, Y/N.”

“S-stop, please–Mmph!–please stop,” I gave her what she wanted. I mewled and cried for her to stop, she wasn’t halting. Instead, an evident smirk wrinkled her lips. “Mother, please stop… you’re hurting me.”

“That’s the point, detka,” she groans again and places her other hand on my shoulder to pin me down harder against her cold bed; the frame itself squeaking because at how hard she was thrusting inside of me hard. “I want you to tell the Lord that you are a sinful little girl that wants to be fucked by her priestess.”

One. “Forgive me f-father,” I stuttered as I continued to sob over the pain and the pleasure that I was feeling all over my body; in the course of my veins. “For I have sinned–I’m a sinful girl that likes to be handled by her priestess.”

“Yeah?” she asked with a faint smile and added another finger until my warm walls gripped on her thick fingers tightly. She whispers, “God, you are tight. You are my beautiful daughter, my beautiful child. You like me doing this to you, don’t you little lamb? Oh fuck, I’m close.”

She gave me three more thrusts before I came around her fingers with my lower back arching like a pornographic woman that you would see online. I was ecstatic, I felt immense pleasure going through my blood stream as if it was about to become my religion. She looks at me in awe and realizes that she was coming from her orgasm too. She had her covered cunt on my knees all along, and I didn’t even know she was thrusting my thigh. She starts to grip my throat hard and pushes me down onto the mattress–making me choke. That’s what she was trying to do, anyway. Her eyes and her smirk are evident with her hand gripping my neck tightly.

Mother Natasha had given me two more rough sexes until I felt her naked body against mine, in the same bed together. It has been a little dark since I came here, so I’m assuming it is terribly late now. Did I care that I will get in trouble for coming back at midnight? No, not really. I was so in love with the way she fucked me with her fingers, her tongue all over my skin–especially my nipples. She was a hungry animal, a hungry snake. I was the forbidden fruit that she had discovered and now we are doing something so blasphemous that I’m not even ashamed of myself.

I hear her whispering, “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Have you touched girls like this before?” I couldn’t help but ask, feeling my heart sinking a bit from my sudden question. Her eyes were cold then suddenly they softened as she neared her body to me, as if she wanted to bring me closer. She shakes her head dismissively and cups my right cheek, rubbing her thumb against my skin with care. This was a version of Mother Natasha that I’ve never seen before–I almost thought that it wasn’t real.

“I have,” she admitted. “But you’re different. I’ve always set my eyes on you, I always have. It’s just that it took you time to notice that.”

“But I’ve always had a crush on you,” I say wholeheartedly. I could catch her smiling from my response. “I-I always stare at you and sometimes would think about you a lot. Like, I’d write stuff about you in my journal and write weird scenarios–you know what, this is getting weird.”

She shakes her head and laughs softly, pulling me closer to her naked body–my head resting against her chest so that I could feel and hear her heartbeat against my ear. I realized how incredibly warm she was and even though she was rough with me, Mother Natasha seemed like a very gentle person to be cuddled with. I felt her kissing my head with a reply: “I thought about that too, little lamb. You have no idea how much I wanted you to notice me.”

“Well, I do now. And I’m scared that I’ll feel more.”

“It’s okay to feel more,” Mother Natasha encourages and trails her fingers up and down on my small biceps as she kisses my head repeatedly. “I’m not going to push you away or anything. In fact, I do want to explore more naughty things with you.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Using my cock to break you in,” she says with a sultry voice that strikes down at my core. I could feel myself clenching again with the thought. “Pouring wax all over your body. You know, that kind of stuff. Most especially, I want you to recite the whole verse while I eat your little pussy out. Isn’t that thrilling, my angel? It’s like we’re breaking rules.”

We were, in fact, breaking rules. This has become beyond more than just sex for me, I might grow emotionally attached to my priestess. But was I even allowed to do it? I don’t know, I was merely confused myself. I didn’t let that get into my head and let myself succumb to the warmness of her body–wondering how it would feel like if we were completely alone and not in this school where we could be caught.

I felt naughty with her, I felt like a sinful child whenever I was with her. And did that make me look like a sick person? It’s possible, maybe I was just as sick as her. I felt my body running cold and my head fuzzy with the thought of us being caught by one of my schoolmates or teachers.

“Don’t fret, my little girl,” she coos and brings my chin up to kiss my lips; my lower stomach flutters with how her lips settle into mine. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise. We won’t get caught, as long as you keep this a secret. Just between you and me, okay?”

I sighed and nodded, pecking her lips one more time.

“Understood, Mother Natasha.”

“Good girl.”

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blehblehbleh20122007 · 8 months

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imp confession

okay so this is actually rly nerve wracking but I feel like I need to say this publicly idky but it feels like I should. So recently I made a mistake and asked for a smut request with another person or two in it and Riki from enhypen. Now the thing is back home (I jsut moved countries) talking about idols or celebrities like Riki in a sexual or suggestive or really Uhh simp-y way I guess u could say was seen as okay as long as u were younger than him or the same age. Now this wasn’t with everyone but it was like this w the people in my school who were fans of enha or listened to and introduced me to K-pop. And as I’m one or two years younger than him even tho I’m in year 12 with classmates who aren’t all minors w the youngest being 17 (I’m 16) I was told it was fine to talk about him the way i did. So cut to the other day when I made a smut request including niki as one of the people in it. I ended up making the author uncomfortable and apologised to her as well and also thanked her for being the first person to inform me that this was in fact not alright. I even reached out personally but for understandable reasons was acknowledged but due to me making her uncomfortable was asked not to interact again. So I’m not making this post just to keep harassing her or smth but instead to say that not only am I ashamed about my mistake and behaviour but also that I have learnt from it and won’t make any sexual or slightly suggestive comments about him from this point onwards even with friends. I will also be asking some of those friends or classmates why they didn’t tell me ever that what I was saying or doing was wrong. Again I’m not sure why I’m posting this but As someone who interacts with lots of &team and enha blogs I thought that I should confess since I can’t open tumblr without feeling guilty now.

#&team #andteam #enhypen #enhypen niki #niki enhypen #nishimura riki #enhypen riki

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little-cereal-draws · 1 year

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I don't think Kitty would like going to the doctors/vet. The whole declawing thing has really made her stay as far away from medical professionals as possible.

I think that it’s not FEAR per say, just a deep general mistrust. It’s been so long since that disastrous visit when she was small and she was probably drugged during it so she can’t remember it SUPER well, and logically knows why doctors are good, but still distrusts them more than normal ppl (which is saying smth lol). I think she would prefer to deal w everything herself and only go to the doctor when it’s an absolute emergency/she is literally dying. In that situation, she’ll let the doctor touch her and do their work but it’s super nerve racking the whole time. She wants a complete list of everything they’re going to do and how they’re going to do it beforehand, and they better stick exactly to that list or she will attack them and run out.

She’s only gone a couple times in her life and always has gone by herself. It’s been… manageable… but in a way where you just have to grin and bear and hope it ends quickly. It’s better when her newfound friends come w her (tho she’ll never admit it).

I think eventually it would come up somehow and puss and perrito would be like “what do u mean you’ve broken seven bones but have only gone to the dr twice?? Even if they're healed now, you should probably go in for a checkup.” It turns into a huge fight bc she doesn’t want to go but just when the boys are abt to give in, she says she’ll do it. But only bc of how concerned they are, she knows she’s fine. It’s several days of mental prep first, u can’t spring these things on her, and they have to promise stay w her the entire time. So they go and it turns out to be much easier w ppl who care abt her/she trusts than when she goes by herself.

Puss helps her keep an eye on the dr and follows them around when she has to stay on the table. This is great actually bc then she knows someone who actually cares about her is watching what the dr is doing while their back is turned to her and she can’t see. Puss even goes so far to “test” some of the equipment which leads to the appointment taking a SUPER long time and him accidentally hurting himself a few times lol (It wasn’t anything serious, just a few pokes and bumps bc he was being orange and rushing in before he knew what it did/how to use it)

Perrito just kinda chills on the table next to Kitty and offers up comforting words and positive reinforcement. She even lets him put his head in her lap which is huge for him. Perrito would never hurt anybody, especially someone he knows it’s trying to help his friend, but when Kitty starts getting all hissy and puffed up bc smth isn’t going how she planned or her personal space isn’t being respected, he’ll bark and growl along with her to really drive the message home that the dr needs to back off. Honestly, the dr would probably step away anyway even if he wasn't helping her but Kitty secretly appreciates it. Knowing that her friends are here and are even willing to fight the dr if something bad happened to her certainly helps her feel more comfortable.

It goes... as well as it can given the circumstances and they promise (lie) that they’ll be back in six months on the way out. They also steal the whole bucket of treats. Kitty had scoffed when the dr had offered her one but Puss said that they were actually pretty good and ofc Perrito wanted one too and next thing the dr knew, all the treats were all gone, bucket and everything lol

Kitty and the boys compromise on one check up a year (she wanted to do none but they wanted her to be healthy). Ofc if it’s an emergency than maybe they can renegotiate that number but she’s always super careful in her missions so the odds of that emergency happening aren’t high.

#and uh yeah that's the post #actually they should all really get check ups #pre last wish puss doesn't strike me as someone who would go (his pride is too big)#kitty obviously not and nobody probably ever loved perrito enough to take him for regular visits (excluding that scar he has)#puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #kitty softpaws #perrito

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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About This Blog

Hey, this is the little gremlin again, and since most tumblr users have some sort of 'about' page, I decided to create one. And also because why not?

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You can call me Natalia.

My pronouns are she/her

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I'm 17

I'm a college first year majoring in engineering

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Pairings are usually gn/gn. The other alternative is f/m

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Enemies to lovers

Alliance of convenience

Fake dating (turned not-so-fake)

Two whumpees caring for each other

Scary, unhinged hero x terrified villain (who's probably secretly in love w/them)

Flirty x flustered

Whumpee gets revenge on their og whumper, preferably through violent murder

Morally grey characters

Found family

Heavy angst w/a fluffy ending

Psychological manipulation

Cocky hero x flustered villain

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Violence

Blood

Bruises

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Implied torture or past torture

Mental health issues

Manhandling

Drowning

Abusive relationships

Yandere whump

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Failed escape

Miserable (I write sad stuff sometimes)

Threats

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Description of torture aftermath

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Usage and mentions of weapons (guns, knives, etc)

References to a difficult past

Vomiting

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Scars

Self-harm

Obsessive thoughts

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Criminal activity

Death

Somewhat graphic descriptions (they aren't too horrible, but they may make some people uncomfortable

Non-con touch (not sexual)

Drugging

Poison

Kidnapping

Hostage situation

Exhaustion

Stress positions

War/war aftermath

Captivity

Fever

Delusions

Hyperthermia

Very flirty (Listen, I generally write pretty light stuff, but they can be seen as juuuust a little bit spicy, and different people interpret things differently, and I won't judge people for seeing things a certain way, but in case it makes you uncomfortable. . .)

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Squicks

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Muzzles (I'm fine with gags, though)

Collars

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nikkisixxsgirlfriend · 2 years

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this must be the place

being one of the byers/hoppers (headcannons)

jonathon

you aways gotta fight him for the bathroom cause he wants to spend twenty minutes on his hair to impress nancy

typical sibling fights including light punching and dramatic fake injuries

will always have your back no matter what

will punch ppl for you

when youre feeling down he'll sit with you and talk

you always catch nancy escaping out of his window and use it as blackmail against him

would give you the shirt off his back

always lends you his music and plays songs he knows you like in the car

will drive you anywhere in that old car,any time of day

will save up his money to get you and will good gifts

not one for hugs or saying i love you on the regular but he'll still accept if you do that

s4 jonathon would tell you to stay away from drugs and then go get high w argyle

argyle is also like a second older brother to you

jonathon makes sure everyone looks after and protects you even if you dont need it

nearly beat steve to a pulp in s1 cause he said something mean about you

teams up with you to glare at mike

isnt the best at school but still tries to help you with your work

will watch obscure artsy movies with you

cooks for your family every day

does not get into sibling fights,like he physically cant get mad at you

threatens each person you go on a date with

will make sure you get enough sleep every night even though he hasnt slept in years

takes photos of you and the rest of the byers

you give him the worst nicknames and that mfer will just sit there and say nothing

will mock any school related parties or activities unless you join them in which case he will be incredibley supportive

joyce

will have jonathon spy on you 24/7

she trusts your judgement in your friends and your dates but is still weary

never lets you come home alone

always supportive

is always there for you

her hugs are like hugging a cloud

always has a huge smile when she sees you

would die for you and your siblings

whispers that youre her favourite and then does that to will and jonathon

the type to take a million photos before your prom

when youre off to like save the world she'll hold your face and hug you and squeeze your cheeks so much its suffocating

is always scared shes gonna lose you guys so she gets terrified when something happens

would beat up a 4yo if they were mean to you

gives you your space when you need it

will let you borrow her clothes

always wants to make sure you're okay

sometimes she'll be up in the middle of the night at the kitchen table and when she sees you she'll make you something hot to drink as you guys talk

works incredibley long hours so she can provide for you guys

would give you the shirt off her back and pants

if you had a cold she would lose her mind tryna take care of you

she isnt the best cook ngl but she'll always try to make you something you guys like

does those excited little mom screams when something good happens

will tell hopper every little detail about you when he comes over

hopper

isnt exactly your dad but also is definitely your dad

will straight up arrest anyone who bothers you

calls every person you date a punk and tries to threaten them

trusts your judgement but it still an overprotective dad

confused about everything but always has the spirit

will let you and your siblings eat absolute trash when joyce is out

will sit with you and tell you stories to calm your nerves

"can i borrow this?" "keep it"

says you cant date till youre 50

if youre going through an emo phase or smth he'll ask you a million questions and still be confused

makes little jokes about everyone with you

will warn you about 'guys like eddie' then when he gets to know them he'll secretly like them

quit alot of his bad habits when he started living with you guys

stops himself in the middle of angry rants and reminds himself to be calm for you guys

will jump in harms way to protect you guys

if youre sick he'll still send you to school with no hesitation

stops before he does anything risky to remind himself of you guys and make sure hes doing this for the right reasons

him and joyce cant go a day without being around you guys

murray ends up being your weird conspiracy theory uncle,and enzo ends up being a 'weirdly hot friend of your dads' according to nancy

teams up with Jonathon to threaten the people you date so you cant leave them alone with your dad or brother,ever

"when i was your age-"

will

will try to stick up for you only to end up getting himself bullied

you always stick up for him

youre always talking to him tryna comfort him

you are there 24/7 for this boi

hes always drawing stuff for you

and will annoy you to no end about his dorky fantasy stuff

tries to teach you dnd

cannot cook.like absolutely has no skill in the kitchen

is painfully uncoordinated and you try to stifle your laughs when he trips for the fifth time that day

you try to help him understand his feelings because quite frankly he doesnt understand them himself

loves you more than everyone else because you treat him normally

you call him a nerd and he calls you a whale,the daily routine.

you give him your own music reccomendations

you always make fun of his haircut and he proceeds to violate you with insults

he'll wear your clothes and then once hes already got them on he'll ask if he can borrow them

you both always make eachother laugh

when hes done being ominous you make fun of his scribble drawings and imitate his posessed moments which earns a scolding from joyce

he will lip sync to every song you play

jonathon will be in the drivers seat looking serious ash and you and Will will be jamming in the backseat

you always listen to his nerdy ramblings and roll your eyes but when christmas or his birthday rolls around you always get him something hes been ranting about

on his birthday you make sure everyone knows.you throw a massive party and invite practically everyone.

if anyones mean to him you and jonathon are prepared for murder a good talking to

you make fun of his crush on mike and he proceeds to steal all of your favourite clothes,forcing you to wear a shirt from when you were nine years old with a cartoon on it to school

he tries to act all grown up when he gets to highschool so you have to act extra childish to make up for it on his part

will give you the food on his plate,but not the shirt off his back cause hes self conscious

always wants to go to amusement parks with your family and every fourth of july he forces you guys outside to watch the fireworks

eventually you and jonathon just bought will the fireworks and every year you guys sit on the porch as him and his dorky friends light em up

jane/eleven

always smiling,no matter what

will tell you all about her day or about a story she heard with this incredible excitement

refuses to eat much else besides eggos

will rummage through your things looking for clothes to wear and leave your room a mess not even knowing

has sleepovers with max every week

one time max left her lipstick and jane used it to draw

thus resulting in you teaching her makeup

you always lend her your music

you teach her new words and lend her your books all the time

she speaks through movies but you dont mind because frankly its adorable

when angela makes fun of her she thinks its some weird way of being friends so you chopped off all of angelas hair

you will and jonathon are always at her side

you compliment her every day

every time she sees you she has this huge smile and waves like crazy

you hug her 24/7 because shes just so precious well minus the murder

you brush and braid her hair every night and she'll tell you about something new she learned

does those word of a day things

she tried making breakfast once,it was bad,real bad but you still ate it all,egg shells and burntness, just because of how happy she looked

you absolutely hate mike because hes a dick to your little sister so hopper and you always try to keep her away from him

she always wants you to paint her nails in the wildest colours

her,will and eddie really get along

but when he played her metallica she had this huge look of confusion on her face "is that really music?"

fav ice cream is mint chocolate chip,shes insane

refuses to let a bad day get to her

cut her hair like that cause "i want to look like joyce"

if you ever swear or use 'slang' she'll repeat what you say with a smile and say it all day earning a laugh from hop and another lecture from joyce

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #headcanon #el stranger things #jopper #joyce byers #joyce stranger things #stranger things jonathan #jonathon byers #jane stranger things #jane hopper #will byers #will stranger things #stranger things 4 #el hopper #hopper stranger things

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justablah56 · 9 months

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gothweebcleats anon is drinky again (that Was me last time!!)

thinking abt the post-eldritch-chronically-ill!scary (yes i’m referring to that post) and cane!taylor (my personal favorite taylor as a cane user myself) and taylor helping scary with her bones sitting funky

like!!! okay so for reference i have fibromyalgia and i feel like “nerves on fire for no reason” is a good substitute for eldritch horror ya? so scary sitting in class one day with her dull pain that has been there for a while now (what is it she’s so confused she hasn’t been in this much pain in Ever) and the pain just. gets worse. and it continues to get worse

taylor is the first to notice because hey! he Knows what a lagging body looks like he looks at one in the mirror Every Day

cue taylor pulling her aside somehow and being like. hey. u good?

and scary being like no. No I Am Not I’m Really Really Not (because this is post doodler adventures and she’s healing we love women) But I Don’t Know Why. Help

so taylor asks her what’s going on and (being in the spoonie community himself) is able to come up w some stuff that could help!!

he invites her over to his place and just. idk maybe i’m in the mood for hurt/comfort but he helps her out with her pain. runs her a bath and gives her ibuprofen and makes her tea that his mom always makes him (it’s no where near as good but scary thinks it’s probably the best she’s ever had)

linc is watching garfield or smth idk she’s vibing and we love them for it (when linc finds out about scary’s hurts he brings her macaroni and soup and taylor and they have days piled on one of their beds eating snacks and watching movies i’m so fucking normal abt these three)

sorry for the novel the mike’s cranberry is fueling my fingers

anon holding you so gently in my hands never apologize for writing novels on my inbox I am absolutely delighted <3333 but ough yeah , cane user taylor is soooo important to me and then plus chronic pain scary bcs fucked up doodler-ness !!! but ahwbndjs scary not really knowing why she's in pain but not really bringing it up but taylor recognizing it and deciding to help her bcs he knows what thats like (and it has nothing to do with the fact that he actually cares about her shut up) but swhbdjd taylor inviting her over and doing all the things his mom does dor him on bad days 🥺🥺 beloved !! and Linc also finding out and just doing what they can to make scary comfortable 🥺 I love them your honor

#gothweebcleats anon #theyre literally so beloved ty ty

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thegongoozlerreacts · 11 months

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Cemetery Mary: Reginald's Route

now im in the final stretch!! its time to play Reginald's route!! this time i will not look at the ending guide like i did for my other playthroughs bc idrc abt which ending i get first (i'll use the guide for getting the other ending)

i'll just try to avoid accidentally getting the true ending which shouldnt be too hard

now its time to play!! (spoilers below)

why did Reginald go to the cemetery also how did he finish that book so quickly?? welp now its time to meet up w him there he'll probably tell Mary why he's there anyways

OH HE MAKES COFFINS?????? ok then

LOL the way Mary's eyes light up at the fact that he's a coffin maker

look at her she's so cute

he has a portfolio?? of coffins he's designed?? i mean i guess that makes sense cuz its a job and he needs like, proof i guess of his skill n stuff?? idk this is just stuff ive never thought of when i think of coffins or ppl who make them

SHE'S ADORABLE MARY I LOVE U

'I'd love to be buried in one of those one day!' took me out i mean,,, im not that surprised cuz well yk but idk this is just?? so funny??

hmm interesting thing abt Reginald that i noticed is that he always says or does stuff that would make Mary happy bc he wants her to be happy i mean it makes sense cuz he's obsessed w her i guess?? tbh i know he's the killer cuz of the twyla good ending but i still dont know his motives or objective also that line about 'stop killing me, ok?' has been echoing in my head

like wtf do u mean?? what does that mean????? is it like a time travel thing?? when he said that i thought that in other endings there would be a scene where he died or smth idk but its only in twyla's good ending do we see him die all the other endings he just stops contacting her for no reason will he die in the endings of this route or smth???

i am so confused is Crowven her cousin or not he must be right???? theres literally an option right now that says 'crowven's my cousin' so ok wtv i will pick that cuz he is her cousin

OH THEYRE NOT BLOOD-RELATED i finally got an answer theyre just family friends

oh no is Crowven gonne die in this route or in one of the endings bc i hope not Crowven dying in the twyla bad ending emotionally scarred Mary and me and that was just an ending

if he dies during the route then i'll have to see more of Mary's grief and DUDE that would be so painful i literally cant

Reginald do not kill Crowven dont kill him!!!

"...And if ever really gets on your nerves, you can always give me a call." THIS IS JUST knowing he's the killer makes this line so fucking ominous also just further proof that he killed Theodore in the Crowven route like definitely

nahh Reginald's planning a murder for Crowven already pls,,, no,,,, ahh now its time for the diner part how will this go with Reginald i wonder

he didnt see anything cuz he was the guy!!! he's the one!!!

skipping ahead now here we are to the funeral scene and now we are out of the funeral scene LOL

shopping w Reginalddd for his murder weapons why is he making it a game?? maybe just to cheer her up since she was at a funeral??

AN AXE?????? and antifreeze bUT AN AXE????

"What else would you use an axe for?" oh my sweet innocent Mary,,,,

i feel like he let her win on purpose but im not sure LOL depends on what the prize is i guess

"You haven't been spying on me, have you?" hahahahhahahahhahh UR THE ONE WHO IS SPYING ON HER

do i talk about the axe or do i talk about the rat poison

hmm i think i'll go w the rat poison

REGINALD TEXTING HER AFTER SHE TALKS TO THE MYSTERY NUMBER

you're not slick, im onto youuu

oho so he's gonna show her how he makes coffins

at least i know that he wont kill her

that is some really crunchy grass

LMAOAOOAOAO I WASNT EXPECTING HIM TO LOOK LIKE THAT

he looks dead inside im cackling

Mary notices it too imm

aww thats cute but he's still a murderer

why was he so like mad/tired tho?? whats up w his earlier expression??? also his eyebags just disappeared after he realized its Mary LMAOAOA tbh thats valid thats fair

Reginald looks very nice in that outfit i kinda want his clothes

aww Mary's so excited... to step inside the coffin... still she's so cute have fun in the coffin bc i know that he isnt gonna kill u

DID HE JUST LEAVE HER IN THE COFFIN??????

bro wtf just happened

um. wtf. hey who messed up the manga

like first of all how could u do that??? to a book?? and to a library book!??!?!?

second of all

what the FUCK is this

this seems important but im not sure how

OH FUCK THE BOOK IS ALIVE WTF WTF WTF ITS CURSED ITS DEMONIC

oopsies she burned it

i feel bad cuz it was a library book BUT its deserved like completely deserved that thing was fucking cursed creepypasta style

she's gonna go inside of a church and just the mention of a church, for some reason, made me nervous

pls i hope nothing bad happens cuz it will be worse when it happens in a church

lol she feels an overwhelming sense of dread i think thats a normal thing to feel inside a church esp if u've not been in one theres just some kind of heaviness snd weight when ur in a church

oh is it because of the cursed manga???? bc she came into contact w it and now she's in a church??

nah im feeling scared gosh pls dont make a scene

the music is really adding to that vibe of nausea and dread

YO WTFF

bro its definitely cuz of the cursed manga she just threw up whatever demonic shit she got from it

HELP ME AM I GONNA HAVE TO MAKE MARY SAY SHE'S REGINALD'S GF IMMMMMMMM

why cant she just say she was invited by Reginald as like emotional support or smth why gf..... well ok

MARY NO STAY AWAY FROM THE COFFIN PLS..... MARY

ok Reginald interrupted at just the right moment at least it was him and not some random stranger do i go his place or the bus stop??????

hmm lets go to the bus stop

ok nvm guess we're going to his place anyways

i am wondering how the coffin and the manga are connected if they even are LMAO

im also wondering if Reginald is dead, like a ghost or something but nah thats not possible twyla knows abt him and has talked abt him to Mary so he's not a ghost maybe a zombie???? but also thats probably not it either

i feel so bad for Mary :(( but also what the FUCK is happening

OH MY GOD ITS THE EYE OF NIGHT VALE

im joking but OH MY GOD ITS THE EYE FROM THE MANGA

it was definitely cursed

oh was it a dream??

GOOD MORNING???? WAS SHE THERE ALL NIGHT??? or is he joking cuz he's still in his funeral clothes

ok he was just joking

hhhh idk if i should ask Crowven to stay or not cuz like idk???

ok i feel bad for making Mary all alone but it'll be fine right??? right???

knowing that the mystery number and Reginald are the same person makes sense honestly still its really a surprise cuz Reginald seems so nice n stuff but oopsies guess he's only nice to Mary in a twisted sort of way

whY WOULD U GO BACK TO THE CHURCH MARY PLS

aaAAaaahhhh she's talking to the priest i have no idea what to say so i will pick the middle option

idk what abt it but there's just something about the light shining on the priest, but Mary is covered in the priest's shadow something about that is just interesting

burning a wish?? THE MANGA????

tbh i cant believe that its shoujo manga of all things to be cursed(??) but also like alright sure

ominous note what the fuck does it mean

does it have smth to do w Reginald?? did Reginald write the note?? did he find some way to constantly reverse time bc of Mary or something??

'Makes me wonder how many variations I will see' gives me time travel vibes is this connected to Reginald's 'please stop killing me' thing?? probably

took a quick break from playing the game and ranted about my theories to my brother and he was like '???? wtf r u talking about'

back to playing

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN WTF IS THIS NOTE is god real in this game?? cuz theres an afterlife and ghosts but what abt god???

Mary u r so nice u r so sweet i love u

OH MY GOD ITS THE EYE THE EYE!!! FROM THE MANGA AND ITS THE SAME WRITING TOO

"After all, it's not like a grave would be going anywhere" u jinxed it u just jinxed it when u look for it it will be gone i swear

if i had done the Reginald route before the twyla good end i would be like 'aww the cemetery reminds Reggie of Mary how cute :))' but the alarms are going off in my head at that

oh fuck its twyla ok i wanna say 'wtf is happening' but i already know why twyla's so pissed off

but still damn

"I'm not a mean person" twyla more like twy-lie cuz ur a fucking liar

is that graffiti on the wall the same as the grave

OH THERES AN EYE LOOKING AT MARY

lol twyla i think Reginald's gonna kill u for yelling at Mary "I'll get her to apologize to you" yooo Reg..... maybe chill "I'll be sure that she is sorry" YOO????

hmm makes me wonder why Mary never got any of twyla's messages tho

did Reginald kill her ???

oh shit the grave is broken and burned for some reason?? oh Mary looks so upset :((

I FEEL SO BAD FOR MARY RAHJKSDJSSDJHA

but also what happened to the grave and the manga??? what happened????

hmm kinda sus that he wanted them to not go in did he poison someone?? n he didnt wanna go in cuz he didnt want Mary to see that?? who did he poison??

why am i being given options about how long Mary's lived there when its all the same answer anyways??

oh there just HAS to be some time travel thing going on he went '...yes' when Mary said that 'isnt it funny how long the both of us have lived here and only met a little while ago' like but why tho

oh he's nervous now lol he killed somebody definitely. he definitely has a murder planned for somebody here. one of the kitchen staff maybe?

I KNEW IT HE KILLED SOMEBODY but also i cant believe he just?? left Mary like that wtf??

wait did he kill Mary? thats black goo coming out of his mouth, the same black goo that Mary vomitted in the church what the fuck is happening

oh ok Mary's just seeing stuff bc of the cursed manga

Mary struggling to sleep is relatable

bro he was murdering someone im sure

she's calling him Reggie thats so cute

ooooh an aquarium thats cool

SHE'S ADORABLE

this is such a touching moment. idk what to say but their talk in the aquarium is so sweet???

ok now its time for the sleepover part

oh shit Reggie lore???? crazy

'just try not to shine it at me while i'm on the couch' its bc u wont be there right??? cuz ur gonna leave in the middle of the night to do sketchy shit arent u?????

oh shit twyla's in danger but for real this time i think???

REGINALD HMMM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

OH SHIT HELPPPP HE DROPPED SOME BLOODY SCISSORS OH MY GOD

oHM Y GOD TWYLA IS DEAD

um?????? wait is he gonna kill her what waitwaitwait

HOLY SHIT WTF. WTF ??!?!??!!??!

that escalated so quickly i

ok so i got the bad ending,,,, im,,, i...... ok.

well then im gonna like,,, process this

holy shit dude wtf

#cemetery mary #cemetery mary spoilers

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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Okay but, is there anything you would change about obey me's plot?? Attic arc aside

okay i don’t have as many opinions abt this as i did character design but here goes

⚠️ probably spoilers for lessons 1-76 bc that’s where i am lol ⚠️

first off, i don’t really play for the plot anymore? i def did at first but after the first ~40 lessons i got kinda bored so i now am more invested with the battle aspect and leveling up cards etc. i’m still playing through so i’m not out of the loop but i’m not paying as much attention to the story/characters as i perhaps once would have

that being said, i do miss the brother-centric storylines. don’t get me wrong- i love simeon and the other dateables but i also miss the bros 💔

i also think that the plot has a lot of holes/things that contradict each other (probably due to the fact that the devs weren’t prepared for the game to gain as much popularity as it did so they had to scramble for content) and so i think going back and adding more context/explanation/clarity would help

and maybe this is bc i didn’t pay that much attention but in the lessons where diavolo was acting suspicious and weird i really think more could have been done w that? it was lacking imo and kind of fell flat

oh i almost forgot this, the whole descended from lilith thing? i think there are other ways that lilith could have been incorporated (i.e her soul was similar to mc’s so they had a special connection or smth) that would be less weird

and i’d change how mammon is treated in general, him being the butt of the joke is getting really old. i’d also get more in depth with asmo bc he really is a truly interesting character, a lot of the time he’s just shows really shallowly it’s stereotypically which gets on my nerves. i feel like the devs went for low hanging fruit (with beel and belphie too) when deciding how their sin would affect their character

also the whole brothers getting mad and unleashing their demon forms on mc is a) icky and b) overdone atp

this ended up going longer than i expected but yeah lol here’s what i can think of off of the top of my head

#anon ask #answered asks #levi and friends

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kay kay kay kay so. watched the first six episodes of fire force. here are my unfiltered thoughts as you have to suffer through them.

SHINRA IS MY BABY BOY NOW ajsjks pls he is sooooo cute he gets all the kisses i wanna pinch his chubby cheeks he gets tiddie sucking privileges.

arthur gets a hate peg. good comedic relief, not my type tho but stuffing his mouth would be fun.

takehisa hinawa is the guy id take home to meet my parents. he gets my hand in marriage. we stan a dependable man.

maki is a goddess oh my god. can she bench press me??? please??? god she is so funny and hot i love her.

the captain (akitaru? smth like that) is fine too, not my cup of tea tho.

tamaki is already getting on my nerves and i hope i never have to see her shitty face ever again but as she is in the intro, i am afraid i will have to see her more often :’). god how can a character be this annoying she embodies the worst of everything. she can go die in a fire for sure lmao.

princess hibana? nah QUEEN HIBANA. i am but gravel at her feet, idk about others but she is right🤷‍♀️ kindaaaa getting the gay vibes from her and iris. that would be a fun threesome. i definitely need a tr setting where reader’s gang is like hibana’s harem lmao thats just perfect tbh.

speaking of iris, she is fine too but only like her in combination with queen hibana.

okay but calling it now already with no knowledge, the brother of shinra ain’t dead. “no bones were found” yep sounds like he got abducted by some dudes from prob the first squad and is now on the enemy’s side and we will see him fighting shinra. god i watch too much shows man.

overall very good i enjoy it a lot probably gonna continue watching it as i finish making my dreaded dinner.

went to the carwash on thursday and changed tires on friday and. the entire time. no bird poo. literally after i cleaned it in the night from thursday to friday? bird poo on top of my fugging roof. bc i cant have nice things smh

don’t mind me screaming about shinra imma be quiet already but fuck he is so adorable😭😭😭

ill prob send in more thoughts as i continue watching lolol

-🌌momo

SHINRA IS BEST BOI AND SHINRA WILL ALWAYS BE BEST BOI LIKE IT'S JUST ILLEGAL TO NOT LIKE HIM 'M SORRY HE'S GOLD STAR STATUS BESTEST BOY FOREVER AND ALWAYS

not a plug but idk if you ever saw my shinra fic from the other blog, always a goldie even if it's an oldie

those be fighting words for the wife she adores Arthur (after ironically hating him, wow sounds like Kisaki 🙄) But also six episodes in is not a good rep of Arthur. Nor is just going off his relationship with Shinra. I'm not much of a "dumb rivals" trope kinda person so their constant bickering irritates me. But once you get Vulcan (the red head beefy guy w/tattoos) Arthur is better bc their friendship/relationship is so gay I love it (especially if you pick up the manga it's real gay)

hinawa always gives me a boner like that's the one I wanna ruin. I need to corrupt him. I need to stretch him. I need it

again, much like Shinra, I feel like it's illegal not to like Maki? Like if you dislike Maki are you just satan yourself? Big beefy woman who wants to be tiny and feminine but learns to love herself? Yes yes to all that we stan Maki here forever and always

obi (the captain) is that character that's very likable but I feel like every straight woman in a fandom with a shitty boyfriend like him. He's just hetero/straight girl bait that he's not my type either but I do like him and would like to work out with him

playing the devils advocate (as a manga reader) Tamaki's character growth should have been what it ends up being from the beginning. But it's very apparent (like Obi) that she was the straight male gaze fan service. The fandom is pretty divided on Tamaki as you'll find out. Her character growth is really important and speaks volume to the way people slut shame but then on the other hand it takes a long time (like end of season two) for Okubo to do that for her. She's so so and she reads better than she watches ngl

how outwardly gay Hibana and Iris are is just like?? my favorite thing??? It's so gay they so clearly had first time crushes on each other?? just?? I love that ship so much I'll always die on that lesbian hill. But I do like Hibana. I love her and Obi's sibling interaction the more we get of them. They're like nit picky brother and sister and I love it

me likes Iris. I've always liked Iris. Less of a crush thing and more of I vibe with the way she thinks. I too carry immense crushing feelings in myself and try to never talk to anyone about them.

I'm totally bias but Fire Force is so binge-able in both anime and manga form. The transitions to arcs. The connections between even just season 1 to season 2. The lore and everything. It's very addictive and I will not lie I'm excited for you to get the scientist and the eye patch smoking dude. I do really think you'll like them idk I just feel it in my bones that you'll be a Joker and Viktor fan. They are....questionable at best. But funny so it's worth it XD

not me biting my nails for you to get to season two bc I'm not ready for your first impressions of my hubby of husbands 😂

#kurono is......not everyones cup of tea #ok im pretty sure he's literally only my cup of tea #HE'S NOT AS WEIRD AS HE'S MADE TO LOOK I SWEAR #but yes shinra is best boy and he is gold tier of what i expect my main characters to be like #actually shinra is probably why i tolerate noe #they would be dumb determined brothers together and i would like them #honestly fire force is one of those animes/mangas that i like most the characters #about the only one that irritates me is the whistle dude but thats bc of the whistle #i love karim hes another church boy questioning his beliefs I fell hard for <3 #also excited for you to meet vulcan bc....well....that is literally my twin #in body and spirt and soul and birthday XD #vulcan and i are one and im a little creeped out in fact #so if you hate vulcan i'll have to sob in the corner bc we're 90% the same personality XD #RIP to the bird poop #my cars like a bug grave yard istg #I would trade all the bug guts for poop bc i cant scrape these dead bitches off Dx #pls i wait with baited breath for more fire force thoughts <3 #🌌.♡#three.talks

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