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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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I (26, NB) dropped a long-term friend (23, not disclosing gender, I'll call them X) for being a proshipper, and now they're trying to get in the way of my other friendships.

A little more than a month ago, an old friend from when I was an itty bitty teen on the internet (we met when they were 12 and I was 15 or so) messaged me on twitter asking if we could share discord since they're more active on that platform, and they missed hanging out. Ok, no prob!! I missed talking to X and life was going kinda icky for me at the time. We exchanged discords and started talking more frequently, before we would talk through twitter dms maybe one day every few months, and we went from almost no contact to talking every single day. It was like being a teenager again; we still shared similar interests and we really fast clicked over old and new fandoms we were in. We talked about college and how they're starting to get the hang of their new job but needed support, talked about our family lives, etc., and in general I felt really comfortable and happy to be chatting again with someone I've known for so long. We were inseparable for weeks.

However... of course, as adults, and having known each other for YEARS, we started talking about fandom ships and fics we enjoyed. We didn't have the same taste in pairings, but that was okay. Until it wasn't anymore.

I shared my NSFW twitter with them, and they followed me. A few minutes later X told me, "I see you have "proship DNI in your bio, I just want to let you know that I am a pro-ship and enjoy some things in fandom that you might think is gross. I hope that's okay."

I was kind of weirded out, and told them that as long as they didn't like anything that would be criminal in real life, that's fine. They told me they *did* enjoy things in fiction that they "wouldn't condone in reality" and even though they "don't talk about it publicly" they still wanted me to know. For some reason. ?? Even though they KNOW that I have an irl history of abuse as a kid, they still told me this.

I was so fucking uncomfortable and really, really sad, and honestly I felt betrayed? I stepped away from my account for like, an hour before messaging them back and saying I didn't want to continue talking to them anymore. That I didn't know they were that kind of person and I'm not comfortable being their friend. I didn't read their response to me because I soft-blocked them.

While I was getting over that and trying to move on, a few days later I was talking to another mutual friend of ours when they asked if I was still friends with X. I got chills remembering how I broke off with them, and said no, we weren't talking anymore. That they were the kind of person that made me really uneasy and uncomfortable to be around. The mutual friend, I'll call R, said that X was "feeling kind of down about losing a friend recently" and talked about it in a discord server they share. X didn't mention my name but R wondered if it was me who dropped them since I was really touchy about boundaries online. I freaked out a little thinking about them talking about me, and asked what else they said, and R told me "not much, just that they felt sad but it was your choice in the end because you two were different" and I don't know why but it left a bad taste in my mouth. Were they trying to make people seem like I was the bad guy or something?? Idk.

I told R the reason why I stopped talking to X, and that X is a proshipper who likes things like inc*st and rape, and R wasn't as supportive as I thought he would be, saying that he understood how I felt but if X was being honest and open about their interests, it probably meant they trusted me and didn't want to "lie" to me. I don't understand how that's even relevant if X is a fucking proshipper. I don't want their trust in the first place if that's who they really are, and I felt betrayed that someone I knew for so long was hiding that for me until we were bonding again. R basically dropped it there and said "idk then" and I told him I was going to shut off my notifs for a bit. I really don't want to talk with him again right now especially since he didn't seem THAT bothered by X being a proshipper who's into really criminal shit.

Since then, friends of mine who are also friends with R (because he's a friend of X still, for some reason), haven't been replying to me as much anymore and I'm super sensitive to noticing these things, at first I told myself it was nothing, but there's an obvious decrease in our interactions. I can't help but think that X actually said bad stuff about me, and R didn't want me to know, or maybe X convinced R that I was a terrible person or something. I still haven't read X's reply to me because I genuinely do not want to interact with them ever again, but for the past few days I've been so angry and hurt by my other friend's actions that I can't help but want to blame them, since this all started when I left them.

AITA for dropping a friend because their interests made me SEVERELY uncomfortable? I don't know what to do.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #ship discourse

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stsgluver · 8 months

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TAKE ME BACK TO BEFORE – gojo satoru

summary. based off of this drabble. satoru loses his best friend, and, in the process, loses you too. PART ONE OF FOUR.

wc. 4.4k

tags. ANGST <33333 some fluff at the beginning, slight mention of some suggestive activities, cliff-hanger ending (neither happy nor sad), might be swearing I can't remember and it's 12am I'm too tired to check, may include spelling mistakes

a/n. sorry some bits are a little rushed but I wanted the focus on yn and gojo without making it too long!! hope you enjoy (unknown whether i'll pt2 it, might just leave it to the imagination)!!!! this is also my first long long piece of writing so i’m happy to accept any criticism xxx

chapped lips kiss along the back of your neck, soft hair tickling with each movement. you can feel the heat of the sun that peaks though the half closed curtains – satoru’s fault since the additional two seconds that would take is two seconds that he’s not with you and god forbid he’s not wrapped around you like a koala.

like right now.

you daren’t not open your eyes yet, enjoying the peace of being gently pampered by your boyfriend’s love as his kisses move down your shoulders and his fingers draw circles on your thighs and tummy. one leg is slotted neatly between yours and for a few blissful moments, he’s not the strongest sorcerer alive and you’re not his semi-grade one girlfriend that is constantly scrutinised for not coming from a well known clan. in their eyes you weren’t worthy to be in bed with a special grade. not that that had ever stopped you or gojou.

“i know you’re awake,” satoru murmurs against your skin, lifting his head up so that it rests against your shoulder. his voice is laced with sleep and you’re sure he hasn’t been awake much longer than you. he squeezes you impossibly closer, his bare chest against your back and your lips tilt up in a smile at the fact you’re the only one who will ever be this close to him. able to touch and kiss every inch of his skin with no infinity acting as a barrier.

after the fight with toji, gojo had reached a state of enlightenment. he declared himself the honoured one and suddenly you, suguru and gojo were no longer doing missions together. in fact, gojo would practically drop off the face of the earth for several weeks at a time as the higher ups took advantage of his new-found skills. you and suguru coped but it had changed the dynamic of your relationships entirely so these mornings were easily your favourite time of the day.

“i preferred it when you didnt speak,” you lie, twisting round in his arms to face him. it was becoming more of a rarity to see your boyfriend without his glasses on. as his power grew stronger, the consequential headaches were only worsening and shoko could only counter his cursed technique so much. “more kisses please.” squeezing your eyes shut and puckering your lips in an over-exaggerated manner, you hear satoru snicker lightly but he complies nonetheless.

one hand dips under your head to lightly grasp ahold of your hair, ensuring you stay tightly against him. the other reaches down, skimming past your shorts to grasp your thigh and pull it over his leg so your body is pressed against his. his hands are so gentle but they leave a fiery heat in their path that makes you wish you weren’t at the jujutsu high dorms with your friends either side of you.

“so demanding,” he mocks, his voice muffled against your lips. you’re almost embarrassed by how hard you’re trying to swallow the whine that’s stuck at the back of your throat. and satoru knows, he always knows, and he pinches your thigh as your hand wraps around his neck.

you bite down on his lip and squeeze your hand and he’s gasping and you’re kissing him harder until, finally, oxygen catches up to you both. satoru keeps you close, your foreheads pressed against one anothers as your quickened breaths mingle.

it’s a few more seconds till your heart has calmed down enough to hear yourself think and you open your eyes to see his ocean blue ones already staring at you. if your cheeks weren’t already red from your small make out, they definitely were now under his powerful gaze, so full of love and adoration.

satoru sees you so clearly, you look like an angel to him. sure, he has a strip from a photo booth of the two of you folded in the back pocket of his uniform at all times and hundreds of pictures of you on his phone to look back at when he’s away from you. but seeing you like this so up close is an image he wants branded into his brain permanently.

“we don’t have class today,” satoru says suggestively, drawing dangerously high circles that have you shuddering in anticipation.

your thumb brushes against his chin, tickled against the slight stubble that he’d shave off once you got out of bed. “what are you proposing?” you hum with a grin.

satoru enunciates each of his words with a wet kiss to your lips, cheek, nose and jaw, “you, me and a whole morning of s-”

there’s a sharp knock against the door and satoru rolls over onto his side of the bed, letting out a very loud and very mature whine. you giggle quietly and press one last kiss to the crook of his neck, telling him to go speak to whoever it is. with a grumbled who the fuck is cockblocking the honoured one, satoru complies and slides off of the bed to find his pyjama pants to at least look half decent.

you watch him lazily, and you think you could fall back asleep if it weren’t for the fact your body is buzzing from the simple make out session. it was scary to admit the power satoru had over you.

“i’m trying to spend quality time with my girlfriend kento, this better be good,” satoru whines as he slides open his dorm door. you could almost picture nanami’s disgusted expression at the half-clothed, six-foot-something sorcerer who, quite frankly, was acting like a child.

“i need your help exorcising a few grade threes that were spotted,” nanami admits in a monotone voice but your heart instantly sinks.

“you’re grade two-” satoru tries to argue but you hiss gojo and the simple use of his family name has him reconsidering. clicking his tongue, he nods once at nanami with a more serious expression than is usually worn by the special grade, “give me five and i’ll be there.”

“i’ll be outside. bye yn.”

“stay safe kento!” you call back to him as you hear his footsteps get further away.

satoru slowly closes the door. any trace of the sexual desires that were in the room previous have dissipated into a quiet sombre. he’s silent for a few moments before he turns his attention back to you, carefully assessing your response.

you stare up at the ceiling for a few more moments before you meet the eyes of your boyfriend. there’s an unspoken name between you and both of you are scared to say what you’re thinking.

the mission had initially meant to be one for you: it was supposed to be just a couple of grade two curses. easy. but you’d pushed yourself too hard the day before during train and could barely walk on your left leg. shoko had been away with family so the higher ups made the executive decision to send nanami and him.

things went nasty quickly with the information being all wrong and satoru was the one who ultimately exorcised the curses as the rest of you mourned over what remained of his body. it didn’t matter that almost twelve months had passed. the guilt of ‘what if’ still tormented your memories and you’d be lucky if you went a week without seeing him in your dreams.

“i love you.” you turn your body to the left to see satoru having knelt down just in front of the bed. his icy blue eyes were filled to the brim with concern and pity for your situation. with satoru so often being away for missions now, you two had struggled to work through your guilt as you tried to pull further and further away from him.

you offer him a small smile for reassurance. “i love you too.”

“always?” he tilts his head and grins. it didn’t take a genius to figure out that satoru had two very clear and distinctive love languages: physical touch and affirmations. he didn’t need the reassurance but there was just something about hearing you profess your love for him over and over that made his heart soar.

you reach out to hold his face, and he practically purrs as he nestles himself closer into your touch. “of course pretty boy. who else would put up with your tantrums?”

“tantrums?! i would never,” satoru says, appalled by the accusations so much so he holds your wrists and kisses both palms of your hands. “that hurt my feelings.”

“you’ll be okay.” you roll your eyes, but your lips have quirked into a small smile and satoru mirrors it with a with a wide as he classes that as a success. he places one little kiss to your lips, sighing reluctantly as he knows he’s got to leave you.

despite the fact he was getting ready to go on a mission and not spend the day on a date with you, you do love the view of watching him get dressed. his back muscles in particular as he pulls a white shirt over his head that you wish you could bite—

“help?”

since you had started slipping into satoru’s room and spending the night, you two had formed a codependent morning routine. one part of which being the fact that satoru seemed to lose all ability to button up his uniform jacket the second you were in his bed.

you shrug off the duvet and slip off of his bed to stand in front of him where he stood awaiting. a silence settles between the two of you as your hands gently pull his jacket together and slot each of the buttons into place. his glasses remain in his hand so you’re blessed with those ocean eyes watching each of your ministrations.

“suguru gets back from visiting his parents today,” you loop your arms loosely around his neck once you’re done, and he wants to laugh at the way you stretch up to meet his height. “him, ieiri and i are going to get boba if you want to join. bring kento too. i’m worried about him.”

“he’ll be okay,” you frown at satoru’s cheerful, but also dismissive, tone. “it’s just a part of-”

“-being a sorcerer. yeah i know,” you grumble. satoru is not an idiot, far from it, he’s just never known anything other than the jujutsu world. in such a world death has become normalised – even for a boy only eighteen. “but me and kento aren’t from families like you. we didn’t know what we were signing up for,” you explain and his lips pull into a thin line.

he presses an apologetic kiss to you forehead and gives your waist a soft squeeze, “i’m sorry, love you, baby.”

“i love you more,” you draw your arms around him more tightly and press your cheek to your chest as you hold him close to you, “come back to me safely.”

“answer my calls idiot,” you sigh as you press on geto’s contact for the third time. he should have arrived at the school twenty minutes ago but it had pretty much been radio silent since he’d arrived at his parents. other than the confirmation that he was there and safe, you hadn’t heard anything. you initially weren’t concerned – he was seeing his family after all – but he was never late to meet you.

“ieiri!”

as you run down the hall to her, you notice your teacher, yaga, standing stony-faced with paper in his hands. you hold up your phone with suguru’s contact on the screen, “have you heard from sugu-“ shoko sighs, shaking her head and your stomach drops. not suguru too. you could barely recover from haibara. the only person that got you through that was satoru and you don’t think he can hold you together and keep himself sane if suguru had been killed by a curse too.

“someone tell me he’s still alive,” there’s tears welling up in your eyes as your grip tightens around your phone. what if you’d called him a day prior? would he have answered? asked for help? could you have saved him?

shoko can’t meet your gaze as she struggles to find the right words to explain so it’s your teacher that wordlessly answers your demand by handing you the letter in his hand, “read this.”

you wish you hadn’t.

“what? what?” you repeat, eyes wide as you scan the word ‘execution’. your stomach is doing flips at this point and you really think you might be sick. your head pounds as you reread the words. “is this real?”

“unfortunately,” yaga confirms.

you think maybe it’s selfish, your friend is clearly suffering because no perfectly well being commits such a heinous act, but the only person that concerns you is– “does satoru know?”

“no,” he shakes his head, “i’m informing him once he’s back with nanami. i’m going to need all four of you to be on your best behaviour, keeping a low profile and completing any missions received as swiftly and efficiently as possible. we’re all going to be scrutinised for every decision we make from now.” yaga doesn’t have to explain himself fully to you both to know what he’s implying. all of you are under suspicion now of conspiracy – one mistake and the next execution letter could have your name written.

“do you know where is suguru now?” you ask shoko with a shaky voice once yaga has walked away back to his office.

“the boba shop,” shoko plays with the unlit cigarette in her hand. she, much like gojo, kept her true emotions hidden by a veil of grins and snarky comments, but there was a clear tone of defeat in her voice. “we planned to go there so he’ll go.”

you lift your head up from the floor, “but that was before he did… this.” there is a lump in your throat as you speak and find yourself feeling selfish as your concern shifts to your boyfriend and how he’ll handle suguru’s defection.

“he’ll be there,” shoko says firmly with the utmost trust in her voice. a true belief that he will never let you both down, that he will never do anything that has been accused of him.

that belief is quickly dashed, a day dream that isn’t real and the truth cut through you deeper than any curse ever could. suguru was nonchalant when you had spoken, apologetic that he had to leave all of his friends as opposed to his actions that caused that. shoko had called satoru and the rest had been a blur as she took you back to jujutsu high to give satoru and suguru their space.

time stills until a familiar aura of cursed energy enters the high school. he’s not wearing his usual dark shades so you can see his eyes are clearly bloodshot and puffy from tears – even if they’re partially covered by his growing white locks and his hunched posture.

you, shoko and yaga have been awaiting his return. there is a target on suguru’s head now and your teacher needs to know if satoru has pulled the trigger. you just need your boyfriend to come back to you in one piece, both metaphorically and physically.

he doesn’t acknowledge any of you. there’s no words, no gestures, no shift in his energy to even let you all know that he’s responsive to the outside world. it’s like he’s just on autopilot as he pushes between the three of you and heads in the direction of the dorm rooms.

shoko sighs, flicking the lighter in her hand as she silently takes her leave. your heart feels like it’s ripping in two and you’re struggling to pick up the falling pieces as you watch her walk away. suguru is gone, shoko is shutting down and satoru…

yaga encourages you to go and speak to satoru whilst he discusses with other sorcerers about plans going forward regarding suguru.

“toru? toru?” you knock lightly on his door, repeating your nickname for him when he doesn’t respond to you the first time. you know he’s in there.

another twenty seconds go by before you make the assertive decision to enter, pressing your palms against the door and slowly sliding it open. slipping in and closing the door behind yourself, there’s a slight ache in your chest as you mourn the blissful morning you had woken up to. a morning in a world that no longer existed.

the bed is still perfectly made as you had tidied it before you’d gone on your suguru hunt. satoru sits at his desk, his foot tapping lightly on the ground repeatedly as his knee moves up and down. you have never seen him in any state of anxiety before. it felt intrusive to witness the strongest in such a manner – even if you are his girlfriend.

you perch yourself onto the edge of his bed and wait for him to open up. which he never does. shocker. “did suguru say much to you?”

“no.”

“i know this is bad right now but-“

“do you know?” satoru snaps, hands slamming down against his desk causing you to jump. you’ve never seen him speak so angrily and act out – his emotions overruling his logical reasoning. “is it because i’m fucking cryin? is that what made you realise?”

“satoru-“

“you were here. you have been with him and not once did you mention that suguru wasn’t doing well,” satoru doesn’t sugarcoat his words as he layers the blame thickly on you, “maybe if you hadn’t been so fucking focused on how your last fuck up killed haibara, i wouldn’t have lost my best friend.” you choke back a sob, hand over your mouth as tears well up in your eyes. satoru doesn’t look at you. somewhere between this morning and now, your position has shifted – from the centre of his universe to just another weak person who burdens him.

“he is my best friend too,” your broken voice tries to defend itself. the attempt falls on deaf ears because now satoru is pacing back and forth, his fingers pressed to the sides of his forehead as he rotates them in small circles. migraine.

“satoru i get you’re grieving and you’re hurt but you can’t blame me,” you try to reason because god you love him so much and you think if he means what he says, if satoru truly blames you… you’re not sure how you’re going to be able to move on.

“cant i?” satoru lets out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “i ignored him for you. to make sure you were okay.”

“look we’re both emotional right now. i’ll give you some time to cool off and we can work this out–” you try to reach out and hold his hand but you're met with a force you haven’t felt in a very very very long time. he turned his infinity on.

“dont bother,” he slouches back down into his chair, forearm covering his eyes as he leans back. “there’s nothing to work out.”

those tears that you’d been holding back are freely flowing now, down past your reddned cheeks and dripping onto his bed sheets as you feel yourself become light-headed. “are you break-“

“go.” there’s a chill down your spine from the assertiveness in his voice. it’s monotone and without any trace of the love he had for you that morning. he really means it then, everything he said.

so you comply and you don’t look back.

– TWELVE MONTHS LATER

“ieiri, i just need two more minutes then i should be ready to go–”

“you’re leaving.”

your breath hitches and your whole world comes to a halt at the oh-so-familiar voice behind you. one that had barely addressed you or acknowledged your existence for a year now. a ghost.

“gojo,” you know he doesn’t like your usage of his first name from the disgruntled sound he makes. there’s a brief pause as your brain hot wires itself back into function again and you refrain from repeating his family name that tastes so foreign on your tongue. “uh, yeah, my plane to korea leaves in a few hours.”

“you weren’t going to say goodbye?”

you scoff, closing the last box with the remains of your tape, “this is the first time you’ve recognised my existence in nearly a year, gojo. can’t say goodbye to someone who’s already left you behind.” your tone is especially sharp as you utter the syllables of his last name. it hurts to speak to him, to hear his voice, to exist to him again. he doesn’t get to speak to you with a breeziness in his voice, like he never abandoned you in the worst way possible. like he didn’t shatter your heart into a million pieces when you were already at your lowest.

the world of jujutsu is cruel and had been especially to you since geto’s defection and the break up with gojo. you had shoko and nanami but shoko was slowly regressing into a shell of a former self and nanami had always had one foot out of the door. the last twelve months had only solidified his decision to leave.

the higher ups have little to no respect for you – that is a fact. gojo leaving you had removed any sort of political defence you had against them and they didn’t hesitate to question your position and capabilities as a sorcerer after every mission. you don;t need gojo to survive, you could stand up for yourself, but you deserved more than to be left in the lurch at such a volatile time with suguru’s defection.

there’s a dampness in your palm and you wince as you realise how tightly you had been clenching your fists.

gojo reaches out for your bloodied hands and you flinch away, finally turning back to look at him.

he’s stunning.

“don’t touch me,” you are quick to widen the distance between the two of you, wiping your hands on your dark skirt. for a moment there’s a parallel to all those months ago – when he’d decided to break up with you and cut you off from touching him with the same infinity that had once brought you so much joy. initially, allowing you to touch him had been his way of opening up, learning how to be vulnerable to the person he loves. he hadn’t needed to tell you you were over the moment he forced that barrier between you once more.

“i’m sorry.” his blue eyes aren’t as blue as they once were, their light dimmed, and he looks genuinely apologetic for overstepping. it doesn’t ease the ache.

the two of you take a breath and just stare. your eyes scan the face and body of the man who you thought you knew like the back of your hand. every scar on his body and every thought in his mind.

his lips quirk into a sad smile, “i love you.” your jaw clenches at his admission and you turn back to your boxes.

he doesn’t mean it. he can’t.

“gojo,” you warn quietly, your thoughts quickly going into haywire at his confession because you’d be lying if you said you don’t love him too. in fact, you know you do – it’s what has driven your hatred towards him to blossom into a garden of sharp, bleeding roses.

“please stop calling me that,” he always hated to be reduced to the clan he is from. he takes a cautious step towards you as the words continue to spill from his lips. “i love you, i love you so much, but i have lost so much. i got scared and i pushed you away and it was so wrong of me–”

“i lost everything.” you look directly at him and you can only hope that he knows you’re referring to him and him alone. it isn’t that you consider everyone else expendable, you’re just capable of coping with the loss of them. a piece of you died a year ago and

“but you’re not the strongest are you?” you click your tongue and almost laugh. he belongs in this world of sorcery more than you ever could. everything is reduced to power. “i’ve been this prodigy since as long as i can remember and i couldnt save haibara, i didn’t even realise suguru was spiralling and you…”

“i was right here,” you press a finger directly into the centre of his chest to emphasise your point. somehow you manage not to hesitate and stutter as you realise he’s dropped his infinity for you again – even if it is just to allow you to prod him in anger. “i needed you. i lost someone who i saw as a little brother and then one of my best friends kills his parents and an entire village. i needed you.”

gojo’s left silent for a moment so you finish off, “you know how i find this society to be a prestigious bunch of shit but i stayed for you and you still left me. i would’ve done anything for you.” there’s those tears again. you need him out of your room and you need out of this world as soon as possible.

“i have two kids.”

“what?” you don’t bother to hide the hurt in your voice, nor the underlying tones of jealousy. you’d been out of his life for twelve months and he’d already moved on? and had kids? at nineteen?

“they were about to get sold to the zen’in clan-“ your eyebrows furrow as the pieces of the puzzle come together.

“fushiguro’s?” you cut him off to ask tentatively, and gojo nods. you take a seat on your bed. you’re not quite sure you can handle anything coming out of his mouth without risking passing out from the sheer overwhelmingness of it all. how dare he waltz back into your life, announce he has two kids that he was willingly raising to ensure they didn’t become victims of the zen’in clan? for what? as a favour for the man who basically killed him not even three years prior?

gojo flashes you a sheepish smile, clasping his hands together as he rocked back and forth on his heels nervously. “want to raise them with me?”

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indecisive-capricorn · 2 months

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Yandere Cullens Family's Reactions to You Attempting to Escape:

WARNINGS: Yandere, running away, mature language, manipulation, toxic relationship, gaslighting, etc.

SUMMARY: You tried to run away from your kidnapper lover but your attempt failed and now you have to face the consequences of your actions. Problem is, how will your beloved yandere react to it and what are the punishments that lie ahead for you?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: We had the Volturi guards and now, we'll have the Cullens! I guess, I'm in my active writing era for tumblr, so don't be surprised if I end up posting a whole lot more. It can be about Twilight or even other fandoms. I'll definitely be posting more for Miguel O'Hara too. Also, I was supposed to post this later on but it got put on queue and I didn't know how to put it out of the list, so I apologize if it seems a little rushed.

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

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EDWARD CULLEN aka THE MIND READER

He's a mind reader. That is the only thing you need to know about him to know that it's useless to even try to escape because Edward is already reading your mind to see the potential plans of your escape. He'll do everything to ensure you won't escape and if you managed to find a single hint that could bring your hopes up to do so, he'll immediately eliminate it by fixing the problem. If you had somehow— no one knows precisely how —managed to find an escape, then just know that he'll find you soon enough. Not even just because of his abilities as a vampire since he can easily track down your scent with them, but also because well— he can read your mind. Edward will know where you desperately want to go to and he'll know about the decisions that you'll make as you try to escape. So, good luck but it's practically impossible, unless you managed to outsmart him by thinking of some sort of distraction. But yeah, it's almost impossible because he's constantly reading your mind! Very nosy indeed for a vampire but even worse as a yandere vampire.

CARLISLE CULLEN aka THE DOCTOR

He would be disappointed. Carlisle isn't the type to get angry at people, but he would get disappointed in you when you try to run away because he thought you knew better than to do that. Honestly, out of everyone in the family, Carlisle is the yandere who gives the most freedom to his darling partner. Carlisle gives a lot of trust to you but after your attempt escape, which was most likely ruined because of another family member, he will definitely be keeping a closer eye on you. Carlisle will either give you a scolding after your escape or he will be quite silent while checking if you got any injuries while being outside. The latter is actually scarier than the first because it's unusual for Carlisle to be giving you the silent treatment and it would mean that he would be more cautious and give you less freedom from then on. However, instead of immediately locking you up in the house after your attempt escape, Carlisle will show you all the reasons to keep you in the house. It could be by showing you the wounds and deaths caused by a rogue vampire or even just by bringing you to the hospital to show you the potential wounds you could get by being outside.

ALICE CULLEN aka THE PSYCHIC

Same situation as Edward. She's a psychic. Alice can easily check through her gift when you feel even the slightest want to go against her. She'll immediately fix the problem and spend more time with you and be much more attentive too. However, if you decide to rebel against her far too many times, she might just let you attempt an escape. Under her watchful eye, of course, since she doesn't want anything to happen to her precious darling but Alice is sure she can make an accident or two happen around you or maybe worsen your day with some horrible mannered humans to get you thinking that going outside and rebelling against her isn't worth it. She'll be faking her worries when you finally decide to come back home to her and she'll fuss all over your health. Alice might hide it from you but she is strategic and quite smart, especially when it concerne you. Your attempt had also given Alice a chance to guilt trip you into being her personal dress up doll. Not that you already weren't before, but things are certainly much smoother if you follow her order like a sweet darling right?

ROSALIE HALE-CULLEN aka THE BEAUTY

Rosalie would be scoffing at your attempt. She's definitely annoyed and angry at you, but she is also blaming herself for it. Rosalie should have known you would try to escape and she probably had a feeling on that as well, yet she still decided to trust her darling. You could say that she considered it as a test to see your loyalty to her, one in which you had failed horribly. After she has finally calmed down from her anger, which could take a few days, she will return to you with a sweet smile and continue treating you as her precious jewel like she usually does. Now, you can ignore her attempts to win you back over with her charms and even insult her for it, but do remember that Rosalie could be the sweetest person in the world towards her darling, constantly spoiling you with affection and cherishing you with her gentle words. Her actions causes you to be awfully conflicted about your want to escape because why would you want to get away from someone who loves you more than anything in the world? Your doubts could be added if you had terrible partners in the past.

JASPER HALE-CULLEN aka THE SOLDIER

Jasper will definitely be hurt. I mean, which yandere wouldn't feel hurt at some point if their darling tries to escape? But out of everyone, Jasper is the one who shows it the most. He's trying so hard to adjust for his darling on everything. He had made renovations to his home, specifically to accomodate to your taste and comfort. He had to endure more trainings to keep his blood thirst under control because he doesn't want to hurt you, and so much more. Jasper doesn't expect you to return anything, not even your affections since he understands he needs to earn it, but you attempting to escape is almost like you were dismissing all of his efforts in one go or even worse, you didn't give a shit about them in the first place and that was what probably hurted him the most. Jasper will probably get stricter with you after that. He had tried to be fair and tried to respect your space before and to be quite honest, he is the yandere who gives the most freedom to you after Carlisle. His only rule was for you to not leave him. But you had to break the rule and now, you'll pay for the consequences.

ESME CULLEN aka THE LOVER

Esme has the same reaction as Jasper. She's hurt but she is also confused as well. Esme is really patient and she understands that you needed time and space to adjust living in her house, your new and sudden home that was completely foreign to you, and she's trying hard to get you adjusted and be as comfortable as possible. Like Jasper, she's doing everything she can for your comfort but unlike Jasper, she expects your acceptance in return. It's not as if she is expecting it in a cruel type of way with the mindset that she's doing something for you, so you should do something for her. No, Esme is nothing like that. However, Esme made sure she was doing everything right and she expected for your relationship with her to go more smoothly, not for you to suddenly escape. Your failed escape made her think she did something wrong, but she's confused because she had done everything right so far. Esme never forced you to return your affections, she wanted to slowly earn it, which is why after your failed escape, she had a talk with you and asked you why you tried to leave. Esme knows that she's flawed but she wants to improve herself and do everything she can to fix the problem but in no world would she ever let you go.

EMMETT CULLEN aka THE JOKER

Emmett is silent. He was so fucking silent that it actually scared you more than if he got angry at you and he had never gotten angry at you either but it's probably much better than the silent treatment you're getting. No teasings or even some bad jokes. Heck, not even his cheesy pick up lines. Emmett still takes care of you and spend time with you during his silent treatment though. He still cooks meals for you and cuddles with you while watching a horror movie, which is actually his favourite activity to do with you, but he still didn't say a single word. And it was starting to get to you as well. You had no one else besides Emmett in the house, sometimes his "siblings" would visit, but they don't talk much with you and you were beginning to slowly grow insane from the lack of conversations. It didn't matter how long it took but after some time, you broke down and begged for Emmett to speak to you because if the silent treatment continued on, you were sure you would go completely insane. Emmett was surprised when you begged him but he was pleased as well. He was silent all this time in order to make him more tolerable to you, but Emmett also knew that he would eventually break you and hoped it would be enough to get you to want to talk to him.

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Very tired of hearing how women think their weak and how men are biologically better when is is actually not true at all so here's why women are stronger, I'll put medical and scientific facts about women

1. Women have stronger Immune system

Females have better innate and adaptive immune responses to disease-causing pathogens than males. Females also produce better protective antibodies following vaccination against flu, yellow fever, dengue, and viral infections.

Females typically develop higher innate, humoral and cellular immune responses to viral infections and in response to vaccine

Women see more colors than men

Even when compared to males who have not been diagnosed with color blindness, women seem to be able to distinguish between colors more easily than men. This allows women to more accurately identify the color of an object that may be between two similar hues, like blue and green.

Women have better night vision

However, studies have suggested that there may be slight differences in night vision between men and women. One study published in the journal Ophthalmic and Physiological Optics found that women had better visual acuity in low-light conditions than men.

Women have better muscle endurance

While men usually have the upper-hand when it comes to strength, it may be surprising to many that women may actually have better muscle endurance than men do. Research has shown that in stamina-related exercises, women were able to exercise for about 75% longer than men could. It is suggested that the presence of estrogen in women makes their muscles more resistant to fatigue, and that women have more efficient metabolism within their muscles as compared to men.

Their bodies are structurally made for greater flexibility

When it comes to stretching and flexibility, women have an advantage in several ways.Firstly, their female muscles and tendons contain more elastin, the protein which gives our muscles, organs and skin the ability to stretch, and this gives them greater flexibility on the whole.

Women have higher levels of estrogen in their bodies, leading to wider hips that allow greater movement and flexibility in the pelvic region

Women are way more agile

Women on the other hand have greater agility.This is partly explained by the fact they are smaller and have a lower centre of mass thus are able to change direction and move quicker than their male counterparts. In addition balance is better for the same reason.

Women have stronger legs/lower body

In lower body absolute strength, a woman is 75% as strong as a man. This difference is usually attributed to the similar daily usage of legs between men and women. Both walk and use our lower body muscles about the same. This is not the case in daily activities using upper body strength.

Women have higher survival rate than men

Analysis of three centuries of historical data showed women are more likely than men to survive famines and epidemics. Their advantage is earned early. Female newborns were more likely to survive trying circumstances during the last three centuries. women has fundamental biological underpinnings is supported by the fact that even under these very harsh conditions, women survive better than men, and this starts at a very young age.

Women are more resilient

Several studies show that women score higher on the resilience scale than men. A study found that women outlived men during severe famines and epidemics. This survival advantage was found to be modulated by an interaction of biological, environmental and social factors.

They have better chances of surviving traumatic injuries

Another likely reason for women's longer life expectancy could be the fact that they have higher chances of surviving injury and trauma. Researchers, in studying data on patients who arrived at hospitals with traumatic injuries, found that women in the age range of 13 – 64 were significantly more likely to survive. Again, the key to this advantage may lie in the higher levels of female sex hormones in women, which may have an enhancing effect on the immune system.

Women have better memory

Remembering the faces of people you have just met may be a challenge for many, but it may be apparently less so for women in general. Women have been found to be stronger in memory skills than men, as suggested in studies where they outdid men in memory tests. Their superior memory skills are not just limited to remembering things, like items on a list, but also faces of people as well. Other studies have found that women can remember faces better than men, as they unconsciously spend more time studying features of new faces.

#women #eco feminism #feminism #radical feminism #radical feminist #nature

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The King's Men - Chapter Four

Day: Tuesday, January 9th Time: 10:25 PM EST

"I'm not a striker by choice, either," he said. "I was a backliner in little leagues. Riko remembers because I scrimmaged with him and Kevin. He made me play defense with his Ravens over Christmas." That finally got Andrew to lower his arm. "Little leagues, he says. I distinctly remember you telling people you learned to play in Millport." "Partial truth," Neil said. "I knew how to play Exy. I just didn't know how to play offense. I didn't want to be a striker, but Coach Hernandez didn't have any room on his defense line. It was striker or nothing, and I wanted to play too badly to walk away. Now I can't imagine playing anything else." Andrew said nothing for a while, then, "You're more a raccoon than a fox." Neil stared. "What?" "A raccoon," Andrew said, and mimed holding a ball in front of his face. "Exy is the shiny object of your sad little world. You know you're being hunted and you know the hounds are closing in, but you won't let go to save yourself. You once told me you don't understand why a person would actively try to die, but here you are. I guess that was another lie." "I'm not trying to die," Neil said. "This is how I stay alive. When I'm playing, I feel like I have control over something. I feel like I have the power to change things. I feel more real out there than I do anywhere else. The court doesn't care what my name is or where I'm from or where I'll be tomorrow. It lets me exist as I am." "It is a court," Andrew said. "It does not 'let' you do anything." "You know what I mean." "I don't." "Because you don't have anything, do you?" Neil said in quiet challenge. "Nothing gets to you like that. Nothing gets under your skin." "He catches on at last," Andrew mused. "It only took him a year." "What are you afraid of?" "Heights." "Andrew." "If you make Kevin come looking for you, you will regret it."

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Tarot Project - N°33

This is yet another tarot card- strangely, the first I drew for the MCU. Obviously, it was motivated by the ending of the last show I saw, which did not left me indifferent.

(it broke me and I'll never be the same again)

So here is Loki, burdened with glorious purposes, as The Magician.

(If you haven't see the season yet and are avoiding spoilers, don't look for the explanation under the cut!)

For starters, the Magician is said to be the conduit that converts energy into matter. He represents worldly experience and knowledge ; he has seen it all, experience it all, and acts at the gateway between spiritual and material realms- just like would be a God trapped in the roots of Yggdrasil, all seeing, all creating. He is the root of the whole tarot- having access to the symbols of each suits : Wands, Swords, Cups, Pentacles. The Magician has unlimited potential, is manifestation at its best : who else to embody that, than the God of Stories, the most powerful being in the universe? Timely was right- truly a magician.

But that's not all. Let's start with the meaning of the card, upright.

As the master manifestor, the Magician brings you -you, person living in any timelines ever- the ressources and energy you need to make your own choice. He's giving you a chance. Like him, you might be facing changes, new ideas that challenge who you were: it's now time to act on them. The skills (maybe time magic ?) and knowledges (perhaps your brand new sciency PhD) you have gathered along your life path have led you where you are now. You must have a clear vision of the goal you are trying to achieve. It is not enough to be motivated by ego, money, status or fame, by a throne. When you are clear about your "what", your "why"... your "who"... you will be able to take actions. You are powerful, you are a creative being: you can reach, now, your highest potential. Focus on the ONE thing that will truly motivate you. Be active. Be a tree.

Reversed, the card can indicate that are still uncertain. You know that you have to take action, but are uncertain of the course it must take. You are afraid of what you might loose, what path you need to choose; be patient, be attentive- the solution will manifest itself in time, when you'll be ready to accept it. If you are already acting on your goal, the Magician Reversed can be a sign that you are struggling to see progress and success (perhaps because of some annoying Avengers who refuse to accept your perfectly reasonnable demands ; perhaps you can't make yourself kill that one person to save the rest.) Maybe you are not clear on your desired outcome; maybe your effort are misdirected, unfocused. You may be lacking conviction. Perhaps the goal you're going after is not the one you actually need, or even want. Are you sure you want that throne ? Are you aware of the price coming with any glorious purpose ?

At its worst, the Magician Reversed signifies manipulation and trickery. You may be masterful at manifesting, but you are lost, and you may only do it for personal gain and at the expense of others. Does it feels off? Maybe. It might means you were made to work for the highest good, before you find yourself lost. Remember your "why", remember your "who". You have many skills, talents, capabilities, but your real potential is not being maximized. You have to ask yourself- what needs to change for you to reach your full potential? What do you crave the most? You can't lie to yourself: you have to be honest, as painful as it might be. You have to be ready to do what it takes to reach your most important goal.

If, in the end, it matters most to see your friends having a shot at life, at happiness, than it matters to not be alone- then, you know what you have to do.

With that, I conclude my explanation. Only one more card, and I'll be done with the Major Arcana!

(Just like Marvel is done with Loki a h)

I hope you liked it. You, yes, you who is still reading! Thank you for that.

#loki #loki fanart #marvel loki #loki season 2 #loki s2 ep6 #loki spoilers #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #god of stories #loki god of stories #loki ending #tom hiddleston #yggdrasil #tarot project #tarot card #the magician #loki season 2 spoilers

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11| Good girl - W. Maximoff

Summary: You use the free time with her for different things..

Warning: smut! Minors DNI, bottom!Wanda, top!readers

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"Watch your step."

Wanda gives you an annoyed glare. Natasha left like two hours ago, leaving you two to your normal day-to-day activities. Teasing each other until the other one breaks. You run your hand over her back as you walk past her, dropping your hand lower on purpose.

"When are you finally going to keep that pretty mouth shut? Just for one second." She groans. "Since two days ago you're more talkative than usual."

"Might be because you're on my mind all the time. " You grin, winking at her. "I just can't help it."

She tilts her head. "Sweet words don't get you out of this."

"Dirty words then?" You raise a brow. "I'll do anything for you."

She laughs, shaking her head. "Oh, is that so? I don't believe you."

"That is a mean thing to say, Wanda. Don't I deserve some respect from you?" You pout, slowly walking up to her. "I'm only nice to you and this is how you thank me?"

Wanda looks up at you, humming softly and leaning her head from side to side. "I can be nice…when I want to."

"I can try harder if you want?" You trace one finger over her collarbone. "Where were we before we got so rudely interrupted by our guest."

She shrugs. "I don't know…did you want to wash the dirty dishes?"

"Noo. Not even close." You roll your eyes, grabbing her chin between your fingers and tilting her head up. "Let me help you remember."

Subconsciously, her fingers wrap around your upper arm. Her pupils dilate as your thumb brushes over her lower lip and drag it down. Wanda's breath shudders.

You love to tease out new reactions of her. You wonder what else you might discover about her in the next few days. It wasn't a lie when you admit that she's on your mind constantly.

You press a kiss on her cheek. "Miss Maximoff."

Wanda tightens her hold around your upper arm.

"Wanda." You whisper, placing a butterfly kiss on the tip of her nose. "Do you like that name?"

"Or…"Trailing your mouth over her face, you press another kiss on her other cheek. "Princess."

The redhead hums, skimming her fingers underneath your shirt. Her fingernails dig into your back. You swallow, moving your nose over her neckline and up her ear. Wanda takes a shaky breath, closing her eyes. You try to hide the devilish grin and fail. Teasing her like this gives you more satisfaction than it should be allowed. Time to bring out the big guns.

Your lips brush over her ear. "My good girl."

She presses you against the nearest wall. Your breath catches in your throat, her hands roaming over your waist. Desperately. Longingly. Her lips crash down on yours, swallowing each word that wants to break free.

You spin her around. Wanda whimpers, your knee coming up right between her legs. Rolling her hips against it, she seeks more friction. You trace your tongue over the front of her teeth. Her skin is burning underneath your touch, a force of nature begging you to press her closer to you.

"Wanda." You drag your lips away from her mouth, closing your eyes to not rush forward again at the sight of her dazed expression. "Are you sure?"

"Yes…please. I- I want you."

"Yeah?" You lazily smirk. "What exactly do you want me to do with you?"

She grabs your hand, placing it on her chest. "I want you to…fuck me. To show me how much you want me too." Her heart pounds wildly in her chest. "Do you feel what you're doing to me? That's all because of you, darling."

"Is that so? Mmh, I'll gladly fulfill your wish." You sink your fingers in her hair, yanking her head backward to scrape your teeth over the front of her throat. "Such dirty wishes that swirl around in your innocent head, princess. It wants me to fuck those filthy thoughts right out of you."

Wanda groans as your hands run down her back, groping her ass. "Don't say stuff like that."

"Whatever do you mean?" You lick a line down the side of her throat. "It's the truth. Or do you want to deny the fact that all you can think about since yesterday was me between your thighs, sweet girl?"

"I- no, don't try to-"

"Do innocent girls get turned on by the way I talk to you, messing up your underwear?" You pull her closer by her belt. "Want me to take a look and see for myself?"

She keeps silent. With a raspy laugh, you trace your fingers over her jeans. Trying to hold eye contact, she fails as your fingers unbutton her belt and lower yourself on your knees. With one hand around her leg to keep her steady, you pull her jeans down. Wanda places her hand on your shoulder, gazing down at you with wide eyes.

Stepping out of her jeans, you throw them carelessly in the nearest corner of the room. Wanda's legs tremble. Your fingers skim up and down the top of her thighs. You press a kiss on each of her knees. Rubbing small circles over the back of her thighs, you make your way up her leg. After each inch higher, you place a kiss on her skin. Coming closer to your destination, your mouth begins to water. If you close your eyes, you dare to say that you could already smell her arous-

"How about you put these lips to work instead of talking all the time." She yanks your head up. "Upstairs."

Her eyes flicker between yours. "Should I…do you want me to-"

You push her down, cupping her jaw between your palms. "This will be only about you tonight. Let me make you feel good."

She scoots up on the back of the bed on her elbows, her eyes hanging dreamingly on your lips. Her red hair falls over her breasts, covering the beauty that lies behind them. You slowly move on top of her, sensing her nerves as her lips tremble. She's no virgin…far from it. But something about this feels different. A good difference.

You quickly remove all your clothes, leaving you in just your lingerie. Good thing that you decided on the black lace set and not the strawberry one. God, that would've totally been a disaster. Wanda would've never let you live that moment down. Not at the first time.

"Are you feeling fine?" You whisper, gently tugging at the last garment around her hips. "We can stop."

Wanda shakes her head. "Don't you dare."

You chuckle. Running your thumb over the fabric of her underwear, your eyes stay glued on her face. You want to memorize each little shift in her expression. The small furrow between her brows when a breathy whimper slips out of her mouth. The slight tremble of her lips. The rosy flush in her cheeks.

You press a kiss against the inside of her thigh. Her muscles spasm. Little breathy noises escape her lips as her breathing picks up. She tries to hold back but fails miserably. Smiling like a fool, you slowly remove her underwear. Throwing it behind your shoulder, you spread her legs wider apart. Wanda squeezes her eyes shut.

"Don't…it's embarrassing when you do that."

"Why is it embarrassing? Am I not allowed to look at you?" You ask, leaning your chin on her knee. "I want to admire the art before I get to the examination."

Your eyes wander back between her legs. Her arousal already soaks her inner thighs. Innocent girl…sure.

"You're so wet already." You mumble.

"You only make it worse." She grumbles, the shade of her face changing from bright pink to scarlet.

You chuckle. "Want me to continue then?"

"Yeah, please."

She doesn't have to tell you twice. Breathing in her addictive scent, you leave one last torturous kiss right beside her pussy before you drag your tongue over it. Wanda whimpers, pressing her palm above her mouth to muffle the sounds. Gazing up at her, you inch your hand over her stomach, placing it over her heart. She grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly.

You rub your fingers over her skin. "Shhh, we're the only ones here in the span of forty miles. The wolves won't care about what's going on here. Let me hear you."

Wanda bites down on her tongue. You flick your tongue over her clit, earning a sharp gasp from her. Her hand squeezes yours tighter.

"Oh, god."

You smile, pressing a kiss high on her inner thigh. "Y/n…but I'll gladly be your new goddess, my princess. Maybe you'll praise me on your knees soon too."

"Maybe."

Running your tongue through her wet folds, you collect her wetness and swirl it around her small bundle of nerves. She's so hot under your tongue. You sink one finger into her, sliding in with ease. Holding onto her hip with one hand, you pump the other against her. Her breath shudders.

"You taste so good…I can't get enough of you." You send vibrations through her pussy, adding fuel to the burning flame that blazes in her core. "Sweet, darling, Wanda."

"You don't have to be gentle. I won't break."

You add another digit, feeling her wetness coat your fingers. She's already dripping down your hand. Wanda throws her head back.

Her hips raise off the mattress, trying to roll her hips against your face. You let her, humming deeply as your tongue draws circles over her clit. Arousal pools into your stomach at the sound and taste of her.

"Just like that...You're doing so well." She whimpers, sinking her fingers into my hair and tugging on it a bit harder. "Fuck, y/n."

Her accent wraps around your name. Your tongue moves in right circles over her nub.

"I love it when you say my name like that." You mumble, wrapping your arm tighter around her thighs to hold her still. "You sound so pretty, such a beautiful mess."

Her clit throbs underneath your merciless tongue. You look up at her through heavy lids. A burst of pleasure explodes in her abdomen. Her hips are bucking up towards your mouth.

Wanda's legs tremble. Violent shakes overtake her body, releasing around your fingers as her walls clenched tightly together.

You lazily flick your tongue over her clit, slowly letting her come down from her high. Wanda places her hands above her head, taking heavy breaths. Her breasts fall and rise in an irregular pattern.

You wipe the back of your hand over your chin, her juices dripping down your face. You muster her face. Wanda's lips are parted, swollen, and rosy red. Shivers appear all over her arms. Biting down on your tongue, you intently watch her next reaction. Her eyes widen. You pick up the pace again, two fingers still inside her. Emerald orbs meet yours.

"I- I can't go another round." She gasps, looking down at you. "I never-"

She presses her lips together.

"Breathe, princess." You remind her, pressing a sweet kiss on her lips. "Don't forget to breathe."

"Y/n." Wanda moans, trapping her lip between her teeth. "It feels so…sensitive."

Her legs press together, trapping your hand but making it harder to move. You click your tongue in disapprovement. She bites down on her bottom lip. Layering her body in your kisses, you flick your tongue over one hardened nipple. The sight of her dazed eyes makes your desire scream for her even louder.

"Take it for me, I know you can." You suck marks all over her chest, nibbling and licking over the spots. "Come on, princess. Be a good girl and spread your legs a bit wider."

The redhead rolls her head to the side, pressing her cheek against the cover. Shakily, she spreads her legs apart. A pink flush spreads over her chest.

You place a rewarding kiss on her chest right above her heart, tracing your tongue over the bruise next to it. She looks like a mess, painted with your marks. Your mess. She grinds her hips against your fingers.

"Yeah…now you're perfect." You push your fingers in and out of her, curling them at just the right spot that makes her eyes roll back in her head. "Those noises you make. Fuck, I can't get enough of them. You drive me crazy, Wanda."

You cup her other breast, flicking your thumb over her sensitive nipple. Wanda feels like she's going to explode. Her mouth falls open as you reach that spongy spot inside of her.

"Touch me there. Right there."

Moving your thumb over her clit in fast circles, you bring her even closer to the edge. You suck her breast into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple.

"Y/n, faster." Small curses leave her lips. "F-fuck, just like that. Don't stop…don't stop."

Who would have thought that the redhead would have such a filthy mouth? You don't really care. All you care about is bringing her to her second climax. The fact that you'd be the first gives you the willpower to continue even though your wrist begins to hurt. You quicken your pace, pushing her body up and down the bed due to the force.

"Such a good girl, letting me fuck you just as you dreamed of. All I wanted this last week was fuck that nerve-wracking attitude out of your body." You grot out through clenched teeth. "Who would have guessed that all that behavior was just because you hated the way I made you feel."

You might have been slow and gentle at first but now you leave it all behind. Wanda hisses, tingles of pleasure mixing with sweet pain.

"I- I hated you." Her voice trembles, only a quiet sound in the thick air.

"I know…but look at how you drip around my hand, messing up the bedsheets. Doesn't look like hate to me."

Wanda groans. "Shut up and kiss me already. I'm so close again."

Swallowing her words, you slowly slip your tongue inside. She tastes herself on your tongue, a surprised sound filling the bedroom. You bite down on her lip, feeling the hot gasp of air against your face.

"Come on, baby, come for me." You thickly groan against her lips. "Let go for me."

Feeling desperate, she leans forward and kisses you sloppily. You meet the kiss with the same urgency, pounding your fingers into her.

She's so close. Wanda whimpers, burying her face into your neck and biting down - hard - to muffle her scream. You whine but nothing could stop you from finishing what you started. One last flick of your thumb over her nub pushes her over the edge.

The sounds are stuck in her throat as her body freezes. Time stops. Your blood rushes through the ears. Her legs spasm and her orgasm crashes over her like a hurricane.

At this moment, you are thankful that you don't have any neighbors within your ears reach. You hold her close, not letting go until every last drop of pleasure fades away.

She limply leans her face against your shoulder. Sweat glistens on her chest. Tired eyes flutter shut as she tries to calm her heartbeat. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you pull her closer. Running your fingers through her hair, she sighs happily.

"You'll be the end of me." Wanda smiles against your skin. "That was…something."

You press a kiss against her forehead. "You did really well."

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alicerosejensen · 7 months

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Together forever pt.2

Warnings: kidnapping, forced cohabitation, affectionate nicknames, fem/reader, Leon!ID, age difference, yandere!Leon.

N/A: I DON'T approve of this shit in real life, so please if this is a sore subject for someone or if someone just doesn't like it, then just skip it.

Part 1

Part 3

The world was still spinning like crazy, making objects fly in front of your eyes without being able to grab hold of anything with your eyes and focus on any object. Disorientation at its best. You had no idea what time it is now and where you are, the brain could not even process the information day or night now outside the window, but you caught a light artificial light from which your eyes water and a slight feeling of cold.

"Jesus, baby, you should have stayed in bed for now" someone's familiar voice made you shudder, but lying on the floor in an unsuccessful attempt to get to your feet, you saw someone's shoes with blurred vision.

Strong male hands easily grabbed you under the armpits and easily turned you over on your back. Leon immediately lifted your fallen body off the bed and laid you back down, removing a lock of hair from your face. His hand gently but firmly rested on your belly, and the gaze of his sapphire eyes was focused on you.

"Leon?" you whispered hoarsely, not sure if he was in front of you. After all, what was he supposed to be doing here?

"Hush, angel, try not to move yet" his voice is still calm, but there is a commanding note in it. This is how agents talk on assignments, although this manner of conversation often turns into everyday life. "I'll get you some water, okay?" And you rest and don't try to get up. You might accidentally hurt yourself."

Leon affectionately stroked your head like a kitten, finally casting an alarmed glance, making sure that you implicitly obey him, although there was no other choice. The drug is still active and it takes some time before the body is completely cleared of it, however, Leon did not even worry about it. You heard the thud of his boots on the stairs at some point realizing that there are no stairs in your apartment at all. In addition to dizziness, nausea also joined, which rolled up to your throat, forcing you to gather the remnants of strength and carefully turn over on your side. The first attempt was unsuccessful, you took another and another, but weakness seized your whole body.

And only in the intervals between these pathetic attempts do you realize at some point that you are in an unfamiliar place. While you are trying to take a new position, a light cool wind blows over your skin and an irritated sigh is immediately heard

"I told you not to move" sounded rude above your head and Leon's hands helped you to take a semi-sitting position by placing the glass next to the bedside table "So, exhale. There will be weakness and malaise for a while, but gradually everything will come back to normal," he said soothingly, handing you a glass of water "drink in small sips"

After taking a few sips, the water seemed like a real blessing to you. Suddenly you felt such a strong thirst that small sips immediately turned into large ones, and after a couple of seconds the glass was already drained, to which Leon sighed again in disappointment.

"I told you to drink a little, not all at once," you sighed, coughing slightly, and immediately realized that he was right, because you felt vomiting rising in your throat, fortunately, Leon immediately substituted a bucket for you. All the water and the remains of an undigested lunch were immediately spewed out by your stomach, and a disgusting bitter taste of bile appeared in your mouth. "you need to learn to listen to me, but more on that later. Come on, lie on your side like a good girl"

Leon set the bucket on the floor, wiping the corners of mouth with a napkin. When the dizziness subsided a little and the world stopped spinning like a mad carousel, then you could clearly see Leon's cold-blooded face and how he laid you on your side without any resistance. In general, he was glad that you weren't hysterical or screaming, but he understood that it was more a matter of time.

"What happened? Where am I?"

"At home" Leon only answered, putting his palm on your cheek "Don't worry about anything and try to sleep better, I'll come later"

At home? A wave of indignation hit you in the head, causing a headache. This place was definitely not your home. As well as a strange red shirt that was several sizes too big. Slowly but surely, panic began to take over the mind because what was happening at the moment was not a normal phenomenon. Only… Leon won't hurt you, right? He is a good man with strange jokes, a little glum but good. He brought coffee and favorite buns, found your phone and returned it just like that, helped to drag heavy boxes… He just couldn't be a bad guy!

Yes, he flirted a lot, invited you to dinner, just like Patrick, but you didn't give any of them a chance, fearing that for them it was just a game with your heart. Although Leon did not give the impression of a bastard capable of playing with the feelings of a girl, it just seems that he liked communication, and he often came to you for lunch in search of company in your person.

Eventually, after thinking about what happened, the brain slowly began to assemble the broken puzzle-remembering together. You were walking home a little later than usual, walking the usual way that you always walked and thought to look into the store to buy yourself a snack before going to bed. Everything is as usual, however...suddenly you remembered someone else's hands covering your mouth so that you could not scream and call for help, those seconds of animal fear then seemed like eternity, but now the memories were abrupt and short. Then there was the darkness where you fall against will.

Was it some kind of drug? A moment before you lost consciousness, you felt pain in your neck, now it hurt, but it is still impossible to approach the mirror. Leon was downstairs doing something on the ground floor while you were lying in bed trying to figure out how you got here. Maybe he saved you? It seemed like the truth, because Leon was still a nice guy who couldn't hurt a civilian, he just took you to his house because he didn't know your address, but... then why did he say it was YOUR house?

It didn't make any sense. Maybe just heard it?

It was difficult to just calm down, especially when thoughts started spinning and there was no explanation.

But you needed an explanation. You couldn't just throw away all your thoughts and fall asleep as if nothing had happened, especially after some psycho knocked you out. Leon was sorting through something downstairs, it sounded like he was carrying something soon his footsteps were heard somewhere near the door. It was reasonable to call him, especially since after vomiting, your condition began to slowly clear up as usual.

However, didn't even have to call him. He himself came into the room looking at you with a tired look, like a parent at a naughty child, which made you cringe a little, rising on your elbows.

"What is it, are you still sick?" He sat down next to you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, almost forcibly laying you on the pillows. "It's still cool at home, but if you want, I'll open the window."

"Nope," you drawled absently, trying to resist him, "I need to know what happened… And I want to go home."

"You're already home, baby. I told you," Leon's face was unacceptably close to you, which turned everything inside over. He smiled and kissed you on the forehead, which was even more confusing. “Some of your things are downstairs. I left boxes of books next to the bookcase, it’s big enough so there will even be a few empty shelves there. And your clothes are in the next room. Tomorrow afternoon we’ll put everything in order.”

"Wait…what?!"

Was he really saying that just now? Is this a prank or hallucination?!

“Don’t shout,” he calmly but authoritatively said to you, like a commander to his soldier, “I will take care of you, now this is your home… with all the comforts and safety and this is our bedroom. I hope I make myself clear, princess?”

His words were discouraging and knocked the ground out from under our feet, figuratively speaking. Leon never behaved like that with you. He flirted, made strange but funny jokes, was polite and never showed himself the way he did now. It was a different Leon.

"I don't…why do you say that?"

"How?"

“Like with a thing” You wanted to say, but your tongue was still slurring and it was still a little difficult to form words into meaningful sentences.

Leon just let out another sigh, trying to overcome your attempt at resistance, which he easily succeeded.

"We'll talk in the morning okay?" his hands held your shoulders tightly, pressing you to the mattress “Now you will rest. Lie down and close your eyes, especially since it’s night.”

No no no no...

Your mind was screaming like crazy while all the words were stuck in your throat. This is just madness!

"What's happening?!" you finally demanded an answer, pressing your palms into his chest, “Where have you taken me?!”

Leon shook his head and for a brief moment one could see the irritation in him. He hoped that your resistance would not begin until at least the morning, but it seems he was mistaken. However, perhaps it was just a side effect of the drug?

“Stop it, angel,” he forcibly pinned you to the mattress. “You’re fine. We’ll talk in the morning when you’ve rested, you’re too excited to think about anything else right now.”

Indeed, waking up early brought more trouble than joy, but Leon expected resistance. Like a lamb to the slaughter, you looked at him incomprehensibly. Innocent and scared, especially since you were so easy to trap. Of course, Leon was sure that only he could take care of you.

He didn’t want to resort to drugs anymore, but you didn’t stop trying to overcome him and jump off the bed, running away from him on shaky legs. Leon knew that even if he remained idle, you would not be able to run far, but there was an obstacle ahead in the form of a staircase, from which you would have easily rolled head over heels if he had not pressed on some points of your body, plunging you into sleep. After all, he was a pro at it. He was taught to neutralize people.

And again, against your will, you fell asleep this time in his arms when he forcibly put you to bed, kissing the top of your head for the last time before changing clothes and going to bed himself.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

In the morning your body weakly obeyed you. But it seems that what happened was not a bad dream and you were really attacked, then Leon...saved you? brought you into his house but why the hell is he hugging you as if you were a couple in love?! In addition, both of you were barely dressed: you were wearing some kind of wide red shirt and Leon was wearing gray sleeping pants.

“I usually have trouble sleeping, but it seems my princess stubbornly can’t sleep,” Leon’s voice through your sleep made you shudder and finally you jumped out of bed. No matter what happened last night, Kennedy had no reason to go to bed with you!

Really, who asked your opinion?

However, now you will get answers to your questions.

"What the heck?!" Leon sat on the bed trying to pull you back to him, “Why am I here and sleeping in the same bed with you? Where are my clothes? What happened after work...”

“Easy” he chuckled interrupting you “Not so fast angel.”

"I'm not your angel!" Of course, Leon had called you cute names before, but it had never sounded so possessive. A sinister grin appeared on Leon’s lips, making you shudder.

He stood right in front of you, looming like a mighty rock over the little wanderer. Could he have gone crazy or was he just… pretending all this time? Damn, you really wanted to believe that this was some kind of cruel prank!

“You are my angel.” These words sounded especially ominous.

But there was no point in standing still, so you pushed him away, intending to run away. The natural reaction to danger is fight or flight. You pushed him away from you, but Leon only took a step back, watching after you as you ran away.

“How stupid,” he whispered to himself as he followed you.

The layout of the house was unknown to you, pulling all the door handles you tried to find at least something that would help you stop Leon and call for help. Although he literally stepped on your heels, following you quietly and leisurely, as if knowing that there was no chance to escape. You ran into the living room, grabbed the first pillow you could find and threw it at it without even looking. Leon caught it on the fly, throwing the pillow towards the chair. Then the TV remote control flew off, and the mug with the coffee he had not drunk yesterday crashed into pieces against the wall, staining it.

Leon deftly dodged all the objects, and when you realized that there was nothing left at hand, you simply turned around and ran away, hoping for a miracle. But what chance does a civilian have against a government agent? You lost to Leon in all aspects, including speed. He quickly caught up with you, grabbing your hand and throwing you down, ignoring your screams.

like a game of catch-up, but your freedom was at stake. Leon held your wrists until it hurt, repeating something endlessly, calling you that vile word “Angel” that you didn’t want to hear. One of your legs was free enough to push him in the chest with all your might, allowing him to loosen his grip and fall onto his back, after which you, overcome with pain, jumped back to your feet, intending to run further down the corridor in search of the front door.

Not expecting his instant reaction, Kennedy quickly got up and rushed after you, grabbing you by the waist, pulling on yourself and closing your mouth with the other hand, but your reflexes also helped you in this unequal struggle - the taste of him skin got stuck between his teeth when Leon screamed and you clenched your jaws harder using any advantage that you could get. Leon wanted to take his hand away, but you clung to his hand like a piranha, feeling the blood in your mouth.

In the end, he really wanted to do without violence, he hated the idea of hurting you, but you stubbornly resisted him trying to escape from the better life that he wanted to give you. However, he also understood the panic that overwhelmed you, but not a reason to throw things at him or bite him until he bled… he survived in Raccoon City and not a single zombie managed to do what you did now, but despite all his boundless love, he will have to teach you obedience and the day will come when you will understand that he is the only person who can take full care of you.

"I really hoped it wouldn't come to that."

You pushed off again, grabbing the handle and a brief spark of hope flashed before your eyes, but… the door was closed. Everything went down and the small hope immediately went out, giving the fire of fear to flare up, because now you were completely at the mercy of the person you considered good…

But maybe a couple of days locked up will teach you to be smart?

I still wrote the second part, it didn't work out as well as I wanted, but I hope that over time I will be able to do it better. In the end, we all start with something) I bought several books on this topic, so I hope that I can find time to better understand this topic, but so far only this way.

And I was really listening to "melanie martinez - tag you're it" when I wrote this… it was better in my head, but now I'm gradually recovering my mental state, so it's still difficult for me to write, but I'm trying.

I apologize for the mistakes because English is not my language (

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danisbrainrot · 1 month

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So i have this idea about Lucy gray

One of those nights, Lucy and reader are drinking, kinda tipsy. Lucy rants about having a crush on this girl and how the girl is paying her no mind. reader would say something like "I would never do you like that," and Lucy would laugh, then say something like "yeah sure, you'll do me worse, you and your heterosexuality." reader would be surprised that Lucy thought she was straight. "What?? I'm not straight.

lucy gray x reader

gonna take this idea and run with it. also I'm so sorry for taking forever to write this, life is hectic right now. I promise I'll be more active now!

lucy gray gives her final bow, waving goodbye to the audience before running off the stage. you were waiting on the side, jumping up and down in excitement when she wrapped her arms around you and pulling you close. you could smell the alcohol oozing off her.

"wow, you got lucky tonight," you tease. she giggles loudly, snuggling her face into the crook of your neck. you felt your cheeks overheating as she did, that you pry her off you.

"mmm, peacekeepers gave me a bottle of moonshine, taste shit, but I like being drunk," she replies, trying to cling on to you again. the mix of her performing high mixing with being tipsy made her almost delirious, which made you struggle not to laugh at her.

you guide her to the shack out the back, and sit her down on a crate that was pushed up against the wall. "you're drunk," you exclaim, hands on your hips as you tower over her.

"I'm barely tipsy," she reassures, but you shake your head. "if I was drunk, would I be able to do this?" she gets up and tried to walk in a straight line.

you slowly clap, raising an eyebrow. "good job, you just walked diagonally," you tease, helping her sit back down as she brushes you off. you pull up a crate and sit next to her, holding her up right.

she began blushing a deep red and you assume it was because of the alcohol in her system—lucy gray was more than glad you didn't know the real reason. she was embarrassed that you were seeing her like this; ever since you were young she had a massive crush on you. she'd scraped her knee on a sharp rock and you immediately kissed it better—the two of you had been inseparable since. but when she got like this, she couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever see her as something other than her best friend. . .

"lucy gray? earth to lucy gray," you joke, waving your hand in front of her face. she offers you a wide smile, forgetting about her thoughts and focusing on your caring face instead. "who was that song about?"

her eyes widen, as she tries to come up with an answer that wasn't 'you.' she'd broken up with billy taupe months back, so you'd see right through that lie. taking a deep breath, she finally replies, "this girl I like."

your eyebrows raise, as cover your mouth in shock. you stare at her, mouth agape, for a moment, "I didn't know you swung that way."

"darlin', I swing both ways," she jokes, a huge weight off her chest. one confession down, just another to go. "I don't know if she likes me back though, we're friends and I don't want to ruin it by asking," she confides, resting her head against your shoulder and pouting.

you shake your head, "any girl who can refuse you and your puppy dog eyes is foolish," you reassure, pressing a finger to her nose. "who is this girl, I'll make her see the light," lucy gray laughs, shaking her head.

readjusting her position, lucy gray moves to get a better look at you. "she's probably not into me like that," she mumbles, moving to avoid your gaze and playing with the hem of her dress.

having had some alcohol yourself, the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. "I'd be into you," you freeze, covering your mouth as the fear she would make a big deal out of it began escalating—but were pleasantly shocked to see her laughing. lucy gray's laughter was contagious and you couldn't help but join along.

"yeah, right, spoken like the straightest woman I've ever met," she teases, your face scrunches up in confusion as you lean in to get a better look at her.

the face you were making scared lucy gray, as she thought she'd offended you for a moment and gasped, covering her mouth. "you know I'm not straight, right?" there's an oddly long silence as the two of you process what this means. . .

"I'm the girl, aren't i—"

"how long have you known—"

you both pause, before saying in unison, "you go first," the two of you burst into giggles again, before calming down.

"how long have you known you liked girls?" lucy gray asks calmly, fidgeting with her skirt now more than ever.

you shrug, "I've always known, I guess. how bout you?"

she bites her lip, sinking against the wall. "ever since you kissed my knee that one time," she confesses.

"that answers my other question I guess," you tease; her delighted smile warms your heart. she sits up properly, ready to kiss you when suddenly, you put you hand against her mouth. "I'm not billy taupe, I don't kiss drunk girls."

she groans, crossing her arms over her chest, "barely tipsy," she whined, her doe brown eyes never leaving your lips.

you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, "ok, I don't kiss barely tipsy girls who can't walk in straight lines," you remind her.

"well, I can't walk in a straight line normally. . . matter of fact, I can't do much straight," she jokes, causing you to burst into laughter again.

when the two of you finally settle down, you lean in and give her a peck on the lips. "that's all you're getting from me tonight, sober up first," you demand.

lucy gray pouts, "fine. but you owe me that kiss, sugar," she winks at you.

"don't worry, after that song you wrote, I'm sure there'll be plenty of kisses in the future."

#lucy gray baird #thg series #thg #fanfic #lucy gray baird x reader #tbosas #lucy gray x reader #wlw #fluff #the hunger games #blurb #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #danisasks #friends to lovers #dani's fics <3

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suckondescoconuts · 9 months

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hello again! So if you could I was wondering if 👉🏾👈🏾 you could do a long smut with muzan or Rengoku the donut slayer? If for Rengoku could it be like h where he tried some of shinobu’s medicine and it just made him horny and even more passionate than the person who made the word passion? And if for muzan can it be the most HARDCORE RAW DOGGED THING UVE EVER SEEN? Tysm for reading and have an amazing day :D

ps. Here’s food bc you’ve been starved of the fame you deserve

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I will do Muzan since I want to get everyone finished on there own personal headcannon and story✨

And I'll try my best to make it the most hardcore raw dogged thing you've ever seen lol.

✨Thank you so much for the request✨

Mᴜᴢᴀɴ Kɪʙᴜᴛsᴜᴊɪ𖤐

𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝

𐦐ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖𐦐

Muzan, how do I put this in the most nicest way possible, I don’t like him, like he’s a good character, but he’s not my most favorite nor do I have any attraction towards him. He just reminds me of Michael Jackson ok and I know y’all are gonna come after me for feaving over a donut man, but LISTEN….

I have nothing for you to listen too lol.

I also think it's funny how Akaza is his favorite, but he literally almost murdered him when he didn't get any info about the blue spider lily and only killed a "cockroach" (Thats what he called my man Kyojuro ok, so don't come after me lol).

Onwards, like Douma, I see him into sadistic and masochist type of things. He's rough and mean, degration kink is like his whole personality at this point, but he will try his best to be gentle and warm to you after all the activities y'all did, idk, this is Muzan we are talking about, he's very complex.

When he is doing that, he'll call you by your sweet nicknames that he has given you like, angel, pet, love, darling, wife.

Hair pulling and biting is on the chart, maybe blood play too.

I'm sorry, but do not lie to me this man doesn't have a master kink.

Very manipulative and possessive too.

Bondage, yes?

Has a low sex drive, I don't think intercourse is his high priority, he's trying to find the blue spider lily, why would he waste his time having sex with you over something he's been searching for over a thousand years.

Think he'll let the other Upper Moons have a turn with you, but if they leave a single scratch on you, they will be terminated.

If you were a demon, he would manipulate you like he did to Daki.

Has a lot of stamina, but doesn't use it, he only uses it if he's really pissed or is in a very good mood, but warning if he does it goes on for hours and hours out of time to get him to stop or be pleased. Man won't stop until your a sloppy mess and is dumb to think straight.

There might be some/a lot of bruises around your body.

He also likes slapping you, so be prepared to be slapped across the face or the anywhere else. Also like seeing you cry, smiling away while the tears run down your face.

If you squirt, beware he will be smirking and force more out of you.

Thigh riding is only meant for if he's not in the mood or when he's busy (searching for you know what).

Just very violent and aggressive.

I can't really think what he would do for aftercare, but in my idk knowledge, he will give you a bath then bring you to the bed to sleep and while he watches you for a bit to see if you are. And IF you are asleep, he will walk out and towards the door to teleport to his office (man just won't stop searchin).

(This man will have three Twitter links, just to make this extra long lol)

𐦐𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𐦐

It was just another splendid day, for you of course, but for Muzan, it was a disaster. Daki and Gyutaro have just been defeated by that man wearing the hanafuda earrings. He was pissed and the main reason to why is cause the Upper 6 wasn't the Upper 6 no more and that how none of them have found the blue spider lily yet. So he had to informed the other upper demons this info and how displeased and disappointed he was towards them.

When he was done with the Upper Moon meeting, he left and kept working. He was just in the middle of making a solution that may help his problem.

"Yes, this better work"

The liquid in its vile was in his own grasp, he lifted it up and brought it close to his lips, he tilted it and poured it all right into his open mouth. It was bitter and disgusting to taste, but he swallowed every single drop. He brought back his head looking straight ahead, trying to see if it worked.

"Mmm, seems like it didn't work again."

He was frustrated and pissed and threw the vile towards the wooden floor, the glass clashed against it and shards into many pieces.

Then something hit him straight into his chest, it was ear-piercing, ringing so loud into his ear and felt so much heat crawling up his body. He stood deathly-quiet, so still that even a mouse would be scared to cross his path. He was feeling something, so lustful, so triggering that it caused him to grab his tie, loosing it and unbuttoning his vest. He had also unbuttoned the top three of his button off his white tee.

"W-what is going on?"

He laid his hand palm flat onto the desk and started to breath heavily. So much was happening, he was shivering all over and felt so idiotic to ever drink that alluring liquid.

"What have I made, I need to- fuck"

His pants were so tight against him he wonder what was going on down there, he looked down and saw that he was in fact hard. It was provoking him so he can help relieve himself, but he didn't want to, but he NEEDED to or this won't stop. So he gripped his cock that was still in its restrains and started to rub against it, trying to calm it down, but it was not working.

"I need help."

He slowly adventure off and out of his office, opening his door quickly to find his lover, which was you. He locked from door from the outside and teleported to the front door of your shared home. Muzan took his keys out and brought it to the hole, where to unlock the door, and when he turned it he heard a click, to inform him that the door was indeed unlocked. He put the key back into his pocket and grasp the door handle, turning and pushing it until it was wide open. When he did so he saw you standing there bowing at him with a welcoming manner.

"Welcome home love," you stop your bowing and stood straight, smiling right at him "You hungry, I just made dinner."

He was relieved and grateful that you were home.

"Actually I had other stuff in mind, dear."

He walked towards you, shutting the door in the process, and took your chin into his hand roughly, but not hard.

"I might need a little help down there."

You didn't know what he meant until he let go of you and when you took a glance down, you immediately saw what he meant.

"Yes love, but what about dinner?"

"It can wait dear and remember, it's master when you address me alone, pet."

"Yes, I understand master."

He smirked at your quick thinking and took your face into his hand.

"Now come here."

He kissed hungrily at your lips and brought his tongue out, forcing it into your mouth.

When he was satisfied, he pulled from you, watching the string of saliva connect you too, until it broke and so without words, he turned you around and put a hand on top of your back, pushing you towards y'all bedroom. You opened the door and stepped into it, Muzan quickly pulled all your clothes off, seeing your nacked body glow in the light of moon. Seeing it glimmer so nicely and disco away sweetly that it made him more turned on then ever.

"Now I need you to cooperate with me and obey all my orders, you understand pet?" He said gravelly while unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his white tee and stripping it off with the vest and tie, showing his muscular chest.

"Yes master, I understand."

"Good, now get on you knees, pet."

You quickly got on your knees, staring up at your master, seeing how charming he was like this, what made him into this?

He took the rest of his clothes off except his underwear and when he did, it slapped hard against his stomach.

It was so thick and even the veins were bowling out, showing off its beauty, you really do wonder what got him so hard and thirsty. It was so heavenly that you wanted to reach out to him and suck him off right then and there, but you had to listen to your master and wait for his commands.

He stood right in front of you and grasp your hair.

"Lay down on the bed for me."

You did and laid flat on your back onto the bed while Muzan walked behind you and stood there, staring right into your eyes with no care in them. He took his hand and brought his tip towards your mouth until all of it disappeared and with that he started to thrust into your mouth over and over again while the tip of your tongue circled around the tip of his cock giving him more pleasure.

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"Fuck yes, keep doing that slut."

He kept going at it, making you gag a little in the process until he took his cock out, some saliva dripping off of it and a little from your mouth.

"Flip you ass over and get on your hands and knees."

You did again as you've been told and got on your knees, laying hands flat onto the bed. He got behind you again, grabbed your hips, bringing them towards him until it was close enough and took out his cock again.

He slid in nicely into you until he started to roughly thrust, having his pelvis hit your ass, making you moan loudly out loud.

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"MaStEr!"

"Yeah, fuck yes, your my pet, my cocksleeve."

He was hitting so hard at you that your cervix was throbbing in pain at his hard thrust. You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you felt pleasure too, wanting more of it.

Your tongue hang out of your mouth and your eyes rolled up while white clouds covered your vision. Muzan liked this side of you and slapped at your ass and grasp your hair, tilting your head to look at him in the eyes.

"You like this whore, I bet you do, your a slut to have any cock inside your tight hole to satisfy your own needs, am I right, ANSWER ME!"

"YES MASTER, YES!"

Then you came all over his cock, cumming so hard all over him while white clouds turned into stars. This was just delightful to Muzan and he chuckled at this. He let go of your head letting your head fall on the bed and took his cock out of you, still haven't cum yet.

"Fuck."

He still felt so heated and humid that he started to shake more, until he saw your other hole that wasn't touched or corrupted yet.

He grabbed your hips, bringing them up into the air and thrusted his dick into your ass.

"Ahhhhh, fuck master~"

He was thrusting roughly into you again then stopped.

You were confused and very hazy and when you turned your head, around looking at him, he smirked at ya, tilting his head a little to the side.

"Thrust up into me, I know you can."

"Master, I-"

"Are you disobeying my orders?"

"No, sorry master, I'm very so sorry master." You started to shed some tears, whimpering a little.

"Then do as I say then maybe I'll forgive you."

You put your hands on the bed and pushed your hips up at him, trying to give yours and him some type of pleasure.

"Mmm" he hummed, judging your speed.

He watched you tensely until he started to thrust again into you again.

"Not fast enough."

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It was so much you couldn't handle it anymore, you were about to cum again.

"Master, imma bout to cum!"

"Do it you slut, you already did it, you can do it again."

Then you did and slumped there, too exhausted to do anything else.

Muzan took out his cock again and grabbed your hair, forcing you out of the bed and kneel on your knees in front of him. He started to masturbate his cock right in your face until he, himself, felt himself coming close.

"Fuck, YES."

His cum squirted all over your face, making you close your eyes so none of it get inside there and finally when he was done, he backed away and stood there tiredly and smiled a little.

"That was fun, huh."

That itself was over 2,000 like Jesus, I hope that was long for ya cause I am tired and my iPad is about to die lol.

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eldritch-spouse · 8 months

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Hi Pinnie! Chopping block anon here again! Could we fill this prompt with Santi or Ludwig? I'm banging my head on the nearest wall, I can't choose. Honestly, I know I'll love whatever you end up writing. 😍

How would any of the TCE gang react to finding the object of their obsession (that they'd been actively trying to keep away from the Clergy) on Morrel's chopping block? :o

[Ludwig isn't really a current part of TCE, so I'm going with good old Santi. Also, I feel that this isn't where you wanted it to go, but I got a few thoughts along the way. Fem reader.]

TW: Nonconsensual hypnotism; Implied nonconsensual sharing.

He knew something was up when you didn't so much as answer a morning text.

You need time alone. All humans do. He thought he would too when he would occasionally -Very rarely- Humor the thought of a relationship. But something didn't sit right with Santi when hours passed and you gave him nothing, absolute radio silence- When you're usually so talkative, even in your moodiest days, you'll at least bother to call him a pervert.

The incubus supposes he ought to keep himself busy for a bit before persisting again. He knows he's... A little too eager for contact, and that can naturally irk you. Maybe one day of relative silence might make you trust him more.

The demon has been making the rounds through most of The Clergy's floor for the entire night, restless in his pursuit of clientele, in a desperate effort to get his mind off you. Really, Santi has made more than enough money to honestly call it a day- The crowds are well-entertained and buzzing with a healthy amount of titillation, all is well.

Except he's not quite satisfied. He's in a foul mood honestly. Sometimes it would show on his sculped features as he pleasured those keening beneath him, nothing he couldn't wave aside or fluster out of their minds if they did notice.

He can't quite tell what brings him to the restaurant. Sure, he loves the dirty little thrill of sliding his hand down the table cloth and making someone loll their tongue out with pleasure while they pretend to eat, but most people here don't really have their minds on sex. They're harder catches, essentially.

And yet, when Santi passes by the main kitchen doors, a sound makes him halt. Not just any sound, a squeal. That by itself is no motive to stall, the incubus is well aware Morell loves his job, loves butchering, that he often takes the time to play with his food

-Like the dirty little fuck he is, sticking his fingers everywhere and bending helpless humans onto his cock, like toys, like fuckmeat. A depraved lunatic, pleasant company in Santi's opinion-

But, for some reason, the incubus is sure he recognizes that squeal from somewhere. It could be mere witless paranoia, but the echo of it in his mind doesn't let his feet unroot from their spot, so he figures he might as well check for himself. A dark hand knocks playfully on the heavy kitchen doors, receiving no immediate reply.

" Morell? " He tries.

There's some shuffling, then an eventual. " ... 'M busy! "

Yeah, "busy". Maybe balls deep in one of them already.

" Oh I'll be quick, dear- Just one peek, yes? "

More shifting and another stressed noise he could swear sounds a little too familiar, rubs him the wrong way, before something that sounds a lot like "piss off" gets mumbled back to him.

Typical.

That's why Santi only sighs before parting said doors and quietly weaseling inside.

The bobbles racing around only wave at him before buzzing around in their tasks, giving the demon a decent berth and easily circumventing him. As usual, they're completely unbothered by what their boss is up to.

The salacious, mischievous expression the incubus used in preparation to excuse himself to the chef dies as soon as his eyes scroll up to the chopping table.

Now is the time to pat himself in the back for listening to his gut, because none other than you, his darling minx, lie sprawled on that metal rectangle, like no more than a slab of meat. Your top has been torn off, pieces of it messily fashioned into a blindfold and gag. Morell stands with one hand on your thigh and the other tight around the handle of his cleaver.

Something inside him boils hotter than the rifts of Wrath. By the way you struggle in your binds, it's more than clear you're not enjoying a second of it, and Santi almost wants to believe Morell didn't intentionally seek you out. He's never been that nefarious, that putrid. To provoke the demon he works with.

He couldn't. Not when Santi never even introduced you to his coworkers. They only know your first name and vague descriptions of your face, your hair... That's not enough for someone he works with to miraculously hunt you down.

" Tha Hell did ah say?! Ya- "

" Where did you get that one? "

Santi almost doesn't recognize his own tone, and apparently, it gives the shroom monster pause too. Morell notices something's amiss, he's clever enough to notice the tense state the concubus is in, eyes glowing brighter at each passing second, deceptively still, one wrong answer away from perhaps impulsively starting a fight.

Morell looks at the human woman on his table, then back to Santi. " ... Tha fuck are ya on 'bout? "

" Where. Did you get that one? "

The chef's hand moves to your bare stomach, keeping you from squirming off the cold surface easily while he shifts to face his coworker better.

" Tha usual, Santi. I ain't been havin' time ta hunt 'em on mah own. " He shrugs. " Suppliers. "

The demon continues to glare at the blue monster for a long pause, finding no hint of a lie on those odd eyes. Only confusion and the remnants of exhilaration from what he was previously up to. This calms Santi a great deal. It was just a freak accident, yes? He let his favorite fox run a little too close to home, and she got snatched up... The incubus doesn't even want to think about what would happen if he hadn't come here in this exact nick of time.

Was it a silent nudge from Krulu? No. No, of course not, that's laughable- The lord of this pit spares no empathy for frivolities like their workers' love lives. Still, some unknowable force capable of penetrating the fog of this Clergy steered him well tonight.

Had this been no one of interest, the incubus would have still mauled the perpetrator to a pulp, if only just to prove a point. Or to thrill himself a little. But this is different. Very different. He can make the most out of it if he plays his cards right.

Santi shakes his head, then advances on the pair, unbothered by Morell's defensive puffing.

" You ought to start checking your stock more thoroughly. And not just their orifices. " He teases.

There's an eye roll. " Oh, tha's real fuckin' rich comin' from ya. "

He knows.

Nevertheless, Santi only smiles a little before hooking his claws into the waistband of your pants, grabbing your panties as well, before quickly pulling the fabric down. The newly revealed skin bares a jet black mark that is, by now, unmistakable to anyone who works with Santi. A concubus mark. His mark, elegantly claiming your most intimate parts for himself.

His claws tap idly on the meat of your hips as he watches the chef's face freeze, eyes widening.

" This one belongs to me. "

Silence. You wriggle and sob behind the gag.

" Shit. "

" Yeah. "

" I thought ah... Checked that one. "

The cook looks torn. There's some manner of guilt and cringing written on that darkened complexion, he clearly doesn't intend to continue this, but there's also some selfish sort of turmoil in his body language. As if he's upset he started the process and is now going to have a "pig" taken from his hands.

Santi's smile turns into a disgusting grin when a lightbulb casts complete depravity into his mind's eye. Your mark starts glowing, heating, and your struggling is rapidly paused. Morell squints.

" Hm, but what were you up to just now? "

The shroom hesitates, making some manner of motion with his dominant hand, which clutches his favored piece of sharp equipment.

Santi clicks this tongue. " Nice try. Before that. "

You start wriggling beneath the bigger monster's palm. It's no longer the jerking of a panicked figure trying desperately to escape, but a restless sort of agony. Morell's fuse lights up under the perceived scrutiny.

" Where tha fuck are ya goin' with this?! "

Santi arches a brow.

A quick glance flickers over your form. Today has been exceedingly traumatizing for you, the demon doesn't need to be in your shoes to know that. No one makes it out of Morell's kitchen, and if they do, they'll never be the same. You don't belong in The Clergy, not yet at least, and Santi knows that even with your currently arousal-fried brain, you're going to remember the events of today for the rest of your life- Something he can't allow to happen.

Fortunately, he knows someone who can just... Eat this unfortunate day out of your long term memory.

And, since you're not going to recall a lick of it, why not make this interesting?

What you don't know can't hurt you.

The incubus hums a wordless tune, pulling your remaining clothes down your legs, an easy task, your overheated body yearns to bare itself, he barely has to do anything. Once you're bare, Santi moves to the other side of the table, where your head rests, and starts undoing your blindfold.

Morell grumbles something incomprehensible and he snorts.

" Relax. Why would I stop you from pleasuring my minx? " Santi all but purrs.

" Yer real fuckin' weird. " Morell offers after an incredulous pause. " This ain't rubbin' ya tha wrong way? "

" Oh this is rubbing me all sorts of ways, Mori. "

" Gross- "

" You're hard. " The chef's protests are swiftly silenced. " I can't blame you. She's irresistible, isn't she? "

Morell crosses spotted arms over his chest and casts his eyes away. " She's uh... She's real purtty. "

That's one way to put it.

Santi chuckles when the torn cloth comes off, revealing a flustered, disoriented face. Your eyes glaze deliciously, pupils dilated in want as they surf between him and the blue monster, the mark's hunger going full throttle on your poor organism. The magic of a high-ranker is one Hell of a drug, isn't it? You make a desperate, muffled noise.

" There there, I'm here. You'll be taken care of soon. " He lulls, voice dipping in pitch just to make you shiver. Your head is lovingly raised so you can properly view the other. " That there is my friend. You wouldn't mind playing with him a bit, would you, love? "

Predictably, you nod enthusiastically, going as far as to part your legs in your stupor. Slick gathers excessively on your already stimulated pussy.

" Go on, Morell. "

Said monster gulps behind his thick scarf, drool clinging to his teeth at the lurid encouragement of his fiendish coworker, his fingers already itching to reach out and do as he pleases.

" Show us what you do with your piggies. "

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chrollohearttags · 2 years

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armin fucking you off of a perc…hear me out real quick.

cw: drug usage, spit kink, backshots, oral receiving (m), dumbification, choking, breeding, soft dom armeen 😩

it’s not something that you’d typically do..nor was it a thought that had ever crossed your mind. Sure, you’ve had your fair share of shots before sex or even sharing a blunt but nothing quite like this..

"I don't know why you're even making such a big deal. Just try it."

"Because, I'm not a fucking crackhead, Armin. 'The hell you think this is?"

it was the exact reaction that he would expect from you..still, it didn't make it any less hilarious or cute.

chuckling as he crawled next to you on the bed, Armin placed an arm around your back and massaged it gently.

"Baby, it's fine. I promise I'd never give you anything to hurt you. You'll like it, I swear."

he could tell that his little proposal offended you but truthfully, there was nothing to worry about. However, you weren't so convinced.

you had been with Armin for the better part of three years and one of your many bonding activities was getting high or drunk together..smoking and taking shots, it was the norm in your relationship.

but now, he wanted to try something a little different.. and by different, he meant feeding each other percs and seeing what happened!

more so in the bedroom. His friends told him how much better sex was with them in the system and he had to find out.

and that was cute and all but you didn't mess with that shit!

"You're freaking yourself out. That's all..here.."

that's when he'd reach over to the nightstand and grab the tiny baggie with two white pills.

you began to feel a tad bit nervous but he'd assure you it was fine as he took the tabs out of the plastic.

brushing a piece of hair from your face, he'd hold one between his fingertips before brushing it across your lips.

"Ion' know about this, Armin. You' sure this is good?"

as he began easing the tablet towards you, he'd prompt you to open your mouth. He had already taken his and stuck his tongue out to show you so.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes, babe. You know I do."

he'd then place a kiss to your temple and stare into your eyes as he whispered. "Then let's do it, okay? Open your mouth for me."

he knew what voice done to you..and damnit, it was working!

“Fuck it. Why not? Give me one.”

as you stuck your tongue out, he'd crack a faint smile and place the pill onto it; prompting it to dissolve.

giving you another peck on the lips, he'd tilt your head up and make sure you were alright.

"Good girl..see, that wasn't so bad. I'll be right back, okay?"

you'd nod your head and just lie there until he returned.

under the glow of dark red lights, you'd stare up at the ceiling with your fingers tapping into your bare stomach.

you were half clothed; only in thin lace panties and a t-shirt. Taking a couple deep breaths before exhaling, you'd shut your eyes and just try to relax.

it was always so funny when you blew your own high by worrying too much.

for now, nothing felt different so you'd just try to enjoy the euphoria of it and remain calm. Slow jams were currently playing from the television and admittedly, it was setting the mood.

your boyfriend was a very passionate lover and attentive one so he'd be extra careful of how he handled you with this in your system.

suddenly, your body began to tingle and you'd feel as if you were starting to float. It was strange, not like other highs you'd experienced.

"I'm back, I brought you some water!"

a shirtless Armin returned in nothing more than gym shorts as he kneeled into the mattress with two water bottles.

you'd thank him as he crawled beside you and draped an arm across your frame.

"How you feeling? You okay."

"Mhm, just fine."

giving him a smile, he felt relief in knowing you were okay. But there was a certain glimmer in your eye and he couldn't help but to notice.

as he faced you, he'd trace tiny circles into your bare hip, massaging the sensitive area. He couldn't help but to stare because you looked so damn adorable.

those soft, pouty lips that he loved, hair wrapped up for the evening and your bare face as beautiful as it was in makeup.

he could look at your forever and never grow tired.

a few more minutes had passed and your almond colored eyes began to shift downward and the mere tip of your tongue poked out.

he could tell that the drug was starting to take effect and knew it'd only be a matter of time. The suggestive music began to sound louder despite not getting louder.

"What's on your mind, pretty girl? Hmm?"

at that moment, the two of you drew closer and you'd nuzzle your face into his neck, lightly dragging your nails across his skin.

"Nothing..I'm just—"

your words began to trail off as you laid underneath him and he'd pick your head back up to look into your eyes. You were smiling and flicking your tongue yet.

"You're high. That's what you are. Not gonna lie, I can feel it too..."

with that cheeky grin still on your face, you'd start to place gentle kisses on his neck and caress his bare torso; making faint giggles in the process.

your fingertips soon started to trail down south and toy with his waistband and as a result, the bulge in them grew slightly.

whether it was the high or the lust, neither of you were quite yet sure but there was a way to find out. Twirling his fingertips between the strings of your panties, he'd tug you closer and watch as you felt him up.

you looked so pretty and submissive for him right now, groveling for his touch with those sweet little moans and sloppy kisses.

soon, the moment turned into full blown making out with your tongues intertwined and your bodies toppling over one another.

Armin slid his hands underneath your shirt and began to massage your breasts.

the room began to feel so steamy and the sounds were setting the perfect aesthetic.

the two of you wasted no time peeling the other out of anything that was left on and resumed the intense session; resuming with his mouth around your perky brown nipples.

he'd lick over the buds, swirling his tongue with trails of dripping saliva over them.

this was always his favorite thing to do, with the addition of fingering you at the same time!

"Your titties are so perfect, y'know that?" It was now his voice that had turned into a desperate whimper because this was his weakness.

licking, lapping and sucking on them always got you going and right now was no exception. As he lie there with one of your nipples dormant across the buds..

your warm slick was starting to paint his two fingers resting between your thighs.

everything was escalating so quickly that it hadn't even dawned on you that the two of you were about to experience sex like you've never had it.

"Shit..feels so good."

"I can tell..you're soaking."

meanwhile, your hand was resting against his swollen shaft. He was still a little soft but growing harder by the second.

tasting and touching you always got him hot and bothered eventually. Not to mention how you rode his fingers and whimpered in his ear.

the teasing and foreplay continued on for another five minutes or so before he withdrew and examined his work.

you had made a mess that trickled down to his wrist and your nipples were so puffy and hard..just how he liked them!

meanwhile, you had precum seeping all over your fingers and by this point, that Percocet began to kick in and both of you were like puppies panting in heat.

sticking those fingers into your gaping mouth, Armin grasped the back of your neck and he swabbed them around your jaws; as if he were trying to stretch them out.

his blue eyes peaked down at you to see yours completely glazed over and spit dribbling off of your lips.

it was as if you were levitating and didn't want to come down right now.

"Hey babe..I have an idea. Why don't we fuck until our minds go blank? Until we can't even think straight?"

all the while, he was still swabbing your mouth and watching you drool as if it were the sexiest thing ever.

it seemed you already beat him to the punch because you had barely spoken a word; only making cute babble.

"Mind go—blank..blank is good."

"That's right, princess. No need for thinking right now."

all Armin could do was laugh at how precious you looked. Seeing his baby go completely dumb was lowkey kind of hot.

and for once, you weren't worrying yourself into a frenzy.

he could only imagine how the rest of the night would transpire.

no need in waiting to find out though, so he'd kiss your temples and whisper in your ear to get on all fours for him.

with not even a moment of hesitation, your back was arched and he'd quickly get behind you. It was hard not to notice how good your ass looked underneath those red beams.

how amazing your body looked in general...he was obsessed with you before but that pill had him ready to do some ungodly things with you.

massaging the small of your back, he couldn't help but to imagine filling you full of cum, making you take his dick until you were shaking.

watching it go in and out as those pretty fluids smeared all over it..he couldn't handle thinking about it.

so he had to start moving!

pushing his hips forward, he'd grip the base of his shaft and tease it against you..

"Dripping fucking wet..oh my God."

muttering as he began poking those insides. Squelching sounds rang out in response to his first couple of thrusts.

but before he could get too far into it, he'd have an idea:

"Hold on, babe.." reaching down to grab those panties you had on, he'd wrap them around your wrists and bind them together.

now he had full control and you didn't mind it one bit.

"Perfect.."

letting out a gentle moan, you'd look back and give him a smirk to let him know it was okay to go deeper.

your small waist and big, round ass were making him want to drill you into that mattress.

especially with the way you were meeting his strokes so well.

it was apparent that you were stuck; nothing on your brain except fucking and being treated like a slut. Which he'd be more than happy to fulfill.

with your cheeks in his palms, he'd spread them apart slightly..only to coat your puckering hole with a layer spit that trickled down between your fat lips.

"Ahhh..so fucking good..wanna—cum on this fucking dick.."

Armin swirled his thumb pad across it before popping it inside to aid in fucking you. And god..was it working!

that glistening, pearly white cream was starting to make a mess of that throbbing dick. He could only fit five inches in; even with how wet you were, he was just so fucking big!

"Ooooh shit..you're doing it, baby..you're creaming all over my shit..that's so sexy..." he'd cry out pitifully.

eventually, the two of you were going back and forth, bouncing off of his pelvis.

it was pulsating as it pumped in and out, stretching you out with each stroke. It was buried to the hilt, full balls slapping up against your aching clit..it was everything you expected it to be.

and for some reason, it had you dripping and leaking down onto the sheets.

the bed was creaking underneath your weight as it slammed against the wall.

both of you were in a euphoric haze of pleasure; only fueled by pure lust and the pills coursing your veins.

there was no slowing down from this point. Your bodies worked together as one; bouncing off of one another in a heated blaze of pure passion.

"Haaaa! Arminnnn, fuck! You're fucking me so good, baby."

"I can't help it, this pussy is so goddamn good! What the hell?"

your whiny voice wailed into a high pitch due to the constant pounding. That's when he'd pull you back and up against his chest.

that's when he'd place a hand around your stomach, the other on your throat and gentle kisses on your ear, cooing to you.

"You feel that? You feel that in your tummy, princess? How fucking deep I am?!"

and he was too! So much to the point, a bulge began to form and he started pressing through your skin.

your legs were trembling and he didn't exactly help your cause when he began toying with your clit. The hardened little bud ached against his fingertips as he traced the tiny circles.

"Yes baby, I love it so much!"

you were going hot and heavy, smacking skin sheathed in sweat. And soon, you'd cover him in your fluids as well.

before you knew it, you were spraying the covers and his upper legs with arousal.

"Fuck! Fuck!" He had no choice but to pull out as you spasmed all over his cock. However, he had the perfect place to put it..

with your wrists still bound, he'd lay you flat to the bed as he repositioned to be in front of you.

seeing your face light up in excitement, meant that his plan had worked. You were freaky enough as it was but you were insatiable tonight.

your tongue out on display and your eyes gleaming for him.

"Oh you're so cute like this, baby..you want me to fuck that little throat? Hmm?"

"Mhmm." replying with an eager nod and he was happy to fulfill.

with that, he'd grip the top of your head and ease it into your mouth. Inch by inch, he glided back and forth against your tongue.

he couldn't help but to whimper so helplessly at the warmth of your inviting throat and the way you swallowed him so effortlessly.

all of that spit and precum seeping from your lips was driving him insane. Maybe he had created a monster!..

but that didn't stop him from bucking his hips and pushing it in as far as he could.

"Good girl, you love that, don't you? I bet you want to touch yourself so bad right now."

and he was absolutely right. You were throbbing and dripping all over again, especially with the way he looked down at you like his prized slut. He knew how much you liked being handled.

still, the only sound being made was faint muffles and gagging noises emitted from your throat.

soon, he'd speed up those movements and before long, you heard a loud grunt, along with the grip of your hair in his hands.

"I'm coming, princess! Fuck, take it!" Armin's voice winding into a high groan yet again as it was him who reached their peak this time.

and he didn't spare you on filling it up. It was as if every feeling, sensation and movement was ten times more intense!

"Open up, let me see." And you'd proudly show off that you had swallowed all of it before he even had to tell you.

"Good girl.."

"Thank you, daddy."

the words making him reconsider stopping right now. He was lightheaded but that drug had both of you hungry for more.

lying down on the mattress this time, he'd undo your makeshift restraint before patting his thighs and telling you to get on top and face the TV.

he didn't care if he overstimmed himself at this point, the only that mattered was leaving you full of his nut.

grasping your waist, Armin balanced you until you sat comfortably atop his dick. Watching that ass stick out and your hands on his thighs, he couldn't even contain himself.

but you wasted no time in riding it as if you owned it. Going slow, you'd bounce and spread open with each thrust back.

you were constantly giggling and moaning, so he knew you were enjoying this as much as he was.

that tight grip was something serious..and dangerous!

once again, you were creaming only a few minutes in and he had to have some control!

it wasn't going to be easy though because as you sped up, he'd find it hard to stop himself from meeting you with rough strokes.

soon, your bodies moved in unison, feeding off of each other as you went dumb on his shit. Going in circles, taking him to the hilt and smothering it with your cheeks.

"Oh fuck, baby! That's it..ride me.."

he couldn't take it, you were fucking him like a pornstar. Losing all control and going faster by the second.

pounding it up into you, he'd grit his teeth and try to give you all he had left. You wanted the remainder of it in your womb so after a couple more times, you'd both reach that point of ecstasy at the same time.

"Fuck!"

spilling from between your lips as that hot, creamy nut poured from between your thighs.

both of your eyes faltered to the back of your head and you'd collapse atop his body.

his chest was beating a million miles a minute but it was worth it. This was one hell of an experience, even though you had drained him dry.

you'd look back and see him panting incredibly hard, chest rising and falling, and his toes still pent up in a curled position.

"Are you okay?"

through shallow breaths, he'd managed to answer.. "..never better!"

and you couldn't help but to smile!

"Then I say our little experiment was a success." leaning down to give him a peck on the lips. One thing was for certain..

you'd have to do it again!

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hi :)

I'll try to make it short because I think not many people follow my activity anymore (as if there is anything to follow LOL) and so I believe this will only reach the ones who still cares about me hehe

i have no desire to update on this account as for now. it's been like this for a few months, and it only decreased as the days passed... I felt and still feel very guilty because I've done so many things here and I really thought this would last A LOT longer ahah but as you may know, I'm still young and discovering myself.

I won't lie that I've been feeling like my work was never very valued for what it was, or at least only valued when I discussed certain topics and members... but I fussed enough about that in the past and I don't want to bother about it anymore, hence why I'm sort of taking a break from Tumblr (or rather this account)

"sort of" because I don't know if next week I will suddenly find the motivation to update here again. I don't want to leave this account because, well, I've accomplished more than I thought I would ever in a life time and I know damn well I'm gonna go through another phase where I will be very active.

I'll be active on my side blog, which I'm planning on moving into another logging so I don't have to bother with peachypinkygloss' notifications. it's definitive, so I will give it some thinking.

I've written this really last minute lol but oh well.

P.S.: I don't really care if I haven't been able to finish what I started, and ngl it shouldn't matter to you either. it was never a promise and I have a life outside Tumblr (surprisingly lmfao). please, never harass an author about updates guys, it's seriously the most discouraging thing ever. I've gotten a lot of that and it killed my mood, especially when nobody really showed genuine gratitude.

I might log in here from time to time but reach out to me on cherrypinkygloss (don't follow me there, I won't post any content! it's only for DMs) or my side blog! however, if you want to be moots again you'll have to follow cherrypinkygloss.

little precision I dismissed to add: my side blog isn't for everyone, don't follow thinking I'm posting the same kind of content as here! it's very different and darker and taboo. all the warnings are identified on my navigation. be responsible, thank you!

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L. Lawliet licking honey off female readers tummy and breasts then eating whipped cream off of their pussy- please 🙏

tasty ~ l lawliet x self insert: foodplay

It has taken me a while to get to this, but I've been excited to write about it. L and food play is something I've thought about before, but honestly, I was a little embarrassed to.

Notes about the reader: she/her pronouns, female anatomy, she is blatantly based off of me and is named "Lydia". Her physical features aren't described a lot, though, aside from female sex characteristics

I decided to make the reader me this time because, honestly, writing an ambiguous love interest all the time makes it hard for me to be creative. I hope that's not a bother, but if it is, I apologize and no one is obligated to read this.

Warnings: NSFW (18+ MDNI), self insert, dom L at first but he becomes sub later in the fic, food play (honey and whipped cream), breast sucking, oral (fem and male receiving), nervous reader and L, TEASING, panties fetish, bad POV grammar, established relationship, fatass Beetlejuice reference, no penetration, not proofread yet

"So, what do you think?"

Lydia sat in front of L, dumbstruck by his request. It really wasn't surprising, it was actually pretty L of him. It was rare to find him not downing sweets like no one's business, so this was bound to come. She felt embarrassed, yet not surprised by any means.

Once she could get past how flustered L's question made her, she nodded with a bashful smile.

"I'd be okay with trying that out," Lydia flashed a gentle smile of approval.

"Truly? You seem hesitant."

"I'm not..or-I mean, I guess I am hesitant. It's just because I'm embarrassed."

"If you're feeling self-conscious, I'll assure you that you'd look nothing than gorgeous covered in sweets." While what he said was very flattering, L's deadpan voice made it hard for Lydia not to laugh a little in response.

"It's not all that. I'm just not used to being so exposed."

Taking her anxiety into consideration is something he had already prioritized in this case. However, L had recently paid close attention to her...fantasies. Or at least the ones he was able to find out about. Lydia was a woman with a high sex drive, whether she came to him about it or not was a different story. He had a new side quest to test what aroused her, going as far as to try things they both felt sheepish towards.

The two's sexual relationship was great, however very fresh. Trying more "kinky" sexual activities was new to both of them. Sure, Lydia (and possibly L) had watched a variety of pornography to get a sense of what was erotic to them.

They were currently at a point where the couple would have sex frequently, but it was somewhat predictable. L and Lydia felt great sexual attraction to one another, so chemistry and arousal weren't an issue. But the suspense was starting to lose its pace, something both of them yearned for in times of sexual pleasure.

"We could go completely at your pace and comfortability, love. I don't want to embarrass you (kind of a lie). I just think that this could possibly enhance trust between us. It's also...something that I've, uhm..fantasized about. A couple of times (absolute truth)."

There were already a few ideas in Lydia's head about fetishes L may have had but hadn't been confirmed yet. Seeing him admit to one, though, made her blush and tingle.

"Is that so? Hehe, I thought that you may have."

"Observant as always. That's why you're my dearest."

Lydia didn't respond but instead became flustered to herself and avoided eye contact. Her cheeks were already looking warm, heightening L's arousal when he noticed.

"Would you want to try now?" L asked, scanning her face for any discomfort from his question, or even arousal.

To his satisfaction, her cheeks lit up more, accompanied by an eager smile. She nodded vigorously, with a beam of excitement in her eyes.

"Alright, then. I'm going to go grab a couple of things for us, but I'll be back very soon."

L stood up, about to turn to walk out of the room, but redirected himself back to Lydia. He quickly placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, but turned back around and left the room without any acknowledgment afterwards.

.....

Lydia sat pretty on the bed, unsure if she should be undressing or not. She decided to play it safe and just stay put for now. Not very long after, L opened the door. He only had two things with him, surprisingly. She almost expected him to bring the whole nine yards with him. All he had with him was a jar of extra-sweetened honey and a can of whipped cream.

L made his way over to the bed, placing the containers down as he sat in front of her, sitting in his traditional position.

"You look very pretty today," L compliments. Lydia looked up at him, to see what she thought was a flustered look (it was hard to tell with L). He reached his hand to gently brush her hair with his fingers.

She blushed which made L smile, making no effort to hide his expression. Making Lydia flustered was one of his favorite things. The fact that he, someone so weird and off-putting, could make her feel this way struck a bit of pride in him. Though, perhaps it only made sense, given she was rather strange and unusual herself. Her unhinged demeanor was one of the reasons L found her so adorable.

"Thank you."

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes.."

As always, his lips were incredibly soft and inviting. He was also excellent with his tongue.

The kiss became heated not so shortly after, and L's hands had begun to roam. His delicate, long fingers found their way up Lydia's stomach, pulling her shirt along with them. He kissed her neck up to her jawline as he pulled the shirt off. Soon after came her pants.

"Mmm..." L adores. His fingers immediately rub themselves gently on her clothed clitoris. They caressed her gently, causing Lydia to whimper in pleasure.

"I love you," he continues. His affirmation was much appreciated by the butterflies in Lydia's stomach, fueling her arousal.

"I love you too."

L reached for the honey. He had brought a spoon with him to help put it on her easier. He dipped his spoon in the jar after opening it, causing Lydia to tense up anxiously. L recognizes her timid body language and stops.

"Are you alright? Are you comfortable?"

You smile at his consideration and nod your head.

"Nervous, but I'm comfortable and trust you."

"I appreciate that. "

He made sure to lean down and give her a gentle kiss for reassurance. Right after that, he dipped his spoon in the jar, swirled the spoon around to help with the consistency, and held it above her. When the honey fell on her stomach, she cringed at the cold sensation. L realized that perhaps he should've warmed up the honey.

"Sorry.."

"It's ok, love," Lydia assured him.

The honey began drizzling on her breasts. The sticky substance fell over her skin, causing Lydia's clit to twitch. L smirks in response, though he tries to hide his face.

L puts the spoon back in the jar and screws the lid back on. He looks back at Lydia as she is exposed on the bed, only covered by her panties. She was absolutely gorgeous to him, and the sight made him clam up. He swallowed as discreetly as he could and redirected his attention to what the goal was.

"May I?" He asks, catching her eyes in his, holding out the contact for approval.

"Yes."

He oogles her for a moment before kneeling on top of her. Seeing her full breasts covered in honey was making him very embarrassed, especially because all he wanted to do was put his mouth all over her right now.

"You look incredible..."

Lydia buried her face in her hands and giggled in embarrassment. L started by running his hands over places that weren't covered in honey, trailing his soft fingertips along her sides up to her shoulders. With hesitation, he leans forward to attach his mouth onto her breast. The honey tasted great, and her tit was supple and soft. Lydia felt a shameful arousal build up and her thighs started squeezing together in response. L gave both of them equal attention and then began making his way down her tummy.

The flavor of the honey made this much more comfortable for L. Thid made him a bit nervous admittedly, as the act was so vulnerable for the both of you. It made it easier to lick and suck at your skin with something sweet to distract himself with. He could feel himself growing hard already.

He finally made it to her panties. He looks up at Lydia with neutral but lustful eyes before asking her, "Are you ready for the next part?"

"Y-yes."

"You sure?"

"It's okay," she giggles in response, appreciative of his consideration. Though it wasn't like he hadn't already seen her nude many times before. "You can go ahead."

Lydia's hearts throbbed in her chest while L pulled her panties off. He looked at the mess inside of them with amusement. Her secretion of wetness was always fascinating to him, and her scent was a turn on her him if he was honest.

"Can I keep these for a day or so?"

Lydia laughed at his request, but not offended by any means. "Yes, love."

He gave them a brief whiff, trying to define every detail of her scent. He could tell she had showered recently by the lack of musk, aside from her wetness. His attention returned to her pussy, which was visibly drenched in arousal. The sight made L lightly bite down on his lip.

"You fold so easily for me," he remarks with a cocky tone.

"I do not!"

"Mhm, sure," his fingers return to her clit, stroking lightly for a little bit, actually forgetting for a moment that they were supposed to be incorporating food.

L took the can of whipped cream and shook it to make sure it came out consistently. Remembering the incident with the honey before, he directed his attention to Lydia.

"This might be cold."

"Okay," she smiled at him bashfully, keeping her gaze up at the ceiling as he sprayed the whipped cream on her cunt. He was very generous with the amount he put on her.

"Alright.." L moved Lydia's thighs further apart and dipped his head in between. He latched his mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking all over, actively avoiding her clitoris on purpose. L was known for being a tease like that.

He focused on the taste of the sweets, diving to wherever he could find more of the substance. His mouth sucked along her lips and the sides of her cunt.

"L.."

"Hm? What is it, love?"

"Mmmrrhh," her desperate whines were clearly trying to tell him to put his mouth in the right spot, but he feigned ignorance like always.

"I'm afraid I don't understand gibberish, Lydia." He looked up at her with a face covered in the white cream and sticky consistency.

"Please...?"

"Use your words."

"My clit.."

"What about it?"

She scrunched up her face in annoyance. Not that she didn't love his playful banter with her, but she was aching to be pleasured.

"Please, it's sensitive."

"I can imagine, love. Let me help with that, hm?"

"Mhm~"

To her bliss, he gave her exactly what she needed, wrapping his mouth on her clit. He couldn't see what it looked like due to the whipped cream, but he could tell by the feeling of it on his mouth that she was swollen and yearning.

He placed a little more cream on her cunt, and continued praising her pussy with his skilled tongue. He sucked on her nub as he enjoyed the sweet taste of the whipped cream and flicked his tongue accordingly. He was attentive to how it would pulse against his tongue and how Lydia's hips would jerk when she liked a particular motion. It got to the point where L had to hold her hips down to keep her still.

Her moans caused his cock to strain, making him muffle and grunt against her cunt.

"Fuck, you taste so good."

"It's really just the cr-"

"Shhh.." he continued lapping at her sensitive cunt to silence her, though she only wailed in pleasure. He buried his face closer into her cunt, reaching over her thighs to fondle her tummy while he did.

"Mm~ I'm.."

"Mhm. I know, sweetheart. Go on.."

He didn't stop his attack afterwards, repeating her favorite motion of his tongue as much as he could until her muscles began contracting and her legs and hips squirmed.

"Aaahh~!.☆.☆.♡♡♡~"

As she came all over his face, he sucked at her cunt more, extending her orgasm as much as he could. When her body finally gave out and went limp, he gave a couple more kisses to her cunt before coming up for some much needed air.

"How are you feeling, my love?" He asked as he rubbed gentle circles onto her inner thigh.

"G-good.." she was a little shakey from her orgasm but had a very blissful smile to accompany her. Seeing her surrender to him like this made him horny beyond belief.

"I'll go get some things to clean you up and then we can cuddle, alright?"

"Wait.."

"Hm?"

"Um..what about you?"

"What about me?"

Lydia laughed softly, amused that he didn't ask himself. "Couldn't I do the same to you?"

"Wha-oh! Uh--I.."

L hardly stammered like this, it was a treat to Lydia to get to see him obviously flustered like this.

"Do you want that?"

She looked at him intently, watching him trying to hold back a blushy smile.

"I'd-uh-y-yes. Yes. I'd love that, Lydia."

Lydia sat upwards, waiting for L to situate himself. Despite his awkward and blunt composure, L was gentlemanly in the sense that he typically didn't ask for things like a blowjob often, usually leaving that decision up to Lydia. He saw it as extremely vulnerable not only for him but for Lydia as well. He wasn't big necessarily, but his cock was longer in length and so he didn't want her to feel pressured about her performance. Though tonight, he was definitely grateful she had initiated this.

L sat awkwardly on the bed with his thighs spread as he sat like he always did. Lydia approached him, still nude and not fully cleaned up yet. She rested in between his legs and placed her hands in his chest, motivating to get him to lay down. She unzipped his pants and took them off. His cock sprung out, flushed at his tip and looking painfully hard.

Lydia reached for the whipped cream and doused his cock in it. It made him embarrassed underneath his deadpanned pink-faced stare, but as soon as she began sucking the consistency off his glans, he couldn't have cared less about his embarrassment.

The way she tended to his cock made it seem as if she was trying to tell him how much she loved him through every suck, lick, and stroke. She moaned and breathed through her nose, occasionally wincing as she attempted to take as much of him as she could. She made his heart flutter ever so slightly as she did so. He noticed how when she couldn't take him as far as she wanted, she'd try to compensate by sucking at spots she knew he was most sensitive at.

She pulled back his foreskin to make sure she got all of the whipped cream, dragging her tongue up to suck his tip after. He could feel himself get close to cumming, she usually was able to get him with very simple displays of adoration for him.

At this point, all the whipped cream was gone and his cock was sticky. She bobbed her head and coated L's cock with her saliva. His hand rested at his face, pulling at his lips while he let out whimpers.

"Mmm.."she hummed on his cock, almost making him cum then and there. L reached down to run his fingers through her scalp, which made her react by pushing her mouth further on his cock. He could hear Lydia choke and wanted to stop her from hurting herself, but she didn't seem to mind as she kept going. Her watery eyes and flushed face drove his cock crazy, as it started to twitch and his balls clenched.

"Lydia.."

"Mhm," she nodded with his cock in her mouth, a strange feeling for him but even so, his arousal only got worse and he ended up cumming down her throat abruptly.

"Hrnnn...." L sighed out, trying to regulate his breathing again. He pet Lydia's head while she released his cock from her mouth, swallowing his cum in the process.

"You didn't have to swallow, I know it's not tasty."

"It's ok. Yours isn't bad. I also have whipped cream residue in my mouth so it diluted the flavor."

"Thank you."

She smiled at him and came back up to huddle up next to him. She looked up at him like she had something to say.

"What is it?" L asked.

"Can I kiss you? I know my mouth was just uh.."

L scoffs. "Don't worry about that. Mine hasn't been anywhere better."

Lydia kissed L softly, and rested her face on his shoulder. He rested his hand on her hip and allowed her to embrace him.

"I think it would be appropriate to go take a shower and brush our teeth, don't you think so?" L questioned her teasingly.

"Yea. I'm sticky."

"Me too. I had a good time doing this, did you?"

"Hehe, yes. It felt very good."

"I thought so, too. I'm grateful you agreed to do this with me."

"I enjoyed it very much. I'd be okay with doing it again in the future."

"Oh we definitely will. Maybe we'll experiment with other scenarios too, hm?"

"Like what?"

"Oh darling, I have quite a few ideas in mind for us..."

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