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itstimeforstarwars · 2 months
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Taking a break from the old mutual's whumptober novella because my old friend is sososo good at whump and emotion and if the boy gets hurt I WILL cry about it.
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thewhizzyhead · 3 months
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you know when you get a friend that was even more "tomboyish" than you were in your teens and then as the both of you grow up and enter college, you see them explore expressing themselves more femininely and absolutely fall in love with it and with the concept of womanhood - while you on the other hand become all the more estranged with "being a woman" because good God you really don't fucking get it and that seeing your once-tomboyish friend find joy and an emotional connection to womanhood makes you really realize that you have no such connection whatsoever, hence making you feel left behind in actually "becoming a woman"? Anyways what I'm trying to say here is I'm definitely not fucking cis-
#when i told my cis girl classmates that i feel nothing but indifference towards the concept of womanhood or girlhood#they felt really fuckin sorry for me#and i'm like my bros my dudes i dont really give that much of a fuck for something i don't really understand in the first place#like of course i know feminist theory and all that and as someone born a woman i know and experience and study gender struggles deeply#be it with double standards or dealing with gross perverted dudes#that being said - i dont know what being a woman is outside of our shared struggle in patriarchal structures#like when u take away all the shit we definitely need to fight for - what else is there left for me to enjoy on a personal level#and the answer to that is nothing because i never really gave a fuck about gender be it now or as a child#perhaps its due to my upbringing as well na like i was more responsibility minded but still#to see once really tomboyish classmates grow to love being a woman makes me feel lonely because how can i love a concept i cant comprehend#so anyways when i told this dilemma to a nonbinary-questioning friend of mine he jumped with joy because BESTIE SOLIDARITY#and my bro here was never female to begin with and yet he fully understood my disconnect to concepts of gender#and the coming of age rites that come with them like 'nagiging dalaga na talaga' 'ay nagbibinatilyo na to'#so um yea#thats my ramvle for today and my update on my gender crisis#i dont mind being called a woman tho like im used to it and it doesnt unnerve me - but id rather not be like trapped in having to be that#so um woo#personal shit
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worldofetos · 8 months
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the sisters of the black sun, the dragonsmark
a mysterious order located deep in the dragonsmark mountains, the black sisters are a quasi-religious order dating back pre-sundering. they currently serve as one-third of the solarian triarchy, advising Pontifex Ludovene VI in all matters along with the Knights-Cleric and the Maestral Assembly. sometimes the black sisters even mean the advice they give, but their own goals are a secret known to themselves.
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muqingists · 1 year
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plays stressful game at night. gets so scared. hm who could have known
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westernsunshine · 2 years
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If I had a penny for every time a dentist treated me and then immediately took a long break from work leaving me to try to find a new dentist I got along with, I’d have two pence. Which is not a lot of money but it’s weird that it’s happened twice
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kitconnor · 1 year
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watched the most recent tlou and i dont think. im going to sleep tonight
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doks-aux · 8 months
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The idea of William Afton genuinely loving his children is so much more interesting to me than the alternative, not just because it's more tragic and makes his motivations make more sense, but also because it's fucking hilarious.
You are about to be obliterated from this Earth by a six-foot-something zombie rabbit, and your last moments are spent terrified and deeply confused as he shows you pictures of his kids in a blood-stained wallet: a clearly haunted bear costume, a limitlessly unnerving chrome clown doll, and what looks like Grimace's corpse left to shrivel in the sun.
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ladylightning · 8 months
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i’m so serious why the fuck did kripke not commit to the bit and make sam and dean completely feral unsocialized freaks. they grew up completely isolated from other normal people AND other hunters. they barely have a formal education in the public school system given how much they moved around. they were raised by tv and left unsupervised in backwoods motels for weeks at a time. their dad was a paranoid obsessive widow vigilante that trained them to shoot first and ask questions later. they essentially escaped a fucking cult. oh yeah and one of them is the antichrist. they’re meant to be deeply unsettling and profoundly unnerving giant creepy men with knives and guns that loom around active crime scenes and ask too many questions. they are cryptids they are ghosts they are monsters and yet they are human. and like you just put them in jeans and call it a day?
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⌗︙・⚠︎ fuckbuddy blade becoming obsessed and possessive ⚠︎ ♡⸝⸝
The arrangement you have with Blade is simple. Meet up in secret when either of you is feeling horny, and when you're both satisfied, you can part ways until the next time. No strings attached whatsoever. It's the perfect little arrangement for someone like Blade, and you get to enjoy having the best sex you've had in a while.
But of course, someone like Blade isn't so simple.
Kisses aren't allowed, they never will be. But that doesn't stop Blade from tracing his lips against your skin at the end of another vigorous round with him, or when he hugs you against his chest, trapping you against the bed. No matter how many times you squirm away or reprimand him for getting too cozy with you, he doesn't listen. He never listens.
The hickies and bites that Blade leaves all over your body are a huge pain, especially when he leaves them in more noticeable spots. He's begun to bite so hard that he's drawn blood, teeth breaking past your skin and leaving you momentarily frozen at the pain. But Blade has found a way to twist that pain into pleasure, and it scares you. It scares you that your body has become so susceptible to change, so quick to morph itself into whatever Blade desires.
Every time you move, it causes you to wince from the stinging that pulses across your skin. Something gnaws at you from inside the pit of your stomach when you see the way Blade looks at you, covered in his marks. His gaze feels so wrong—you swear you can feel his stare even when you're not with him, creating a sinking feeling deep within your stomach— like there is just something... twisted just festering deep inside of him.
He's starting to make you second guess becoming fuckbuddies with him.
Blade grows bolder with each of your meetups, using his immense strength to pin you down so you can't run away. He grows more... unsettling. The things that he says as he's pounding into you unnerve you once the pleasure dissipates and clarity begins to sink back into your once-fucked out mind. How you're all his, how nobody else but him can ever satisfy and touch you like he can, how he'd gladly keep you all to himself if he could, how—
How he can longer live without you anymore, the thrill and addiction of watching you beneath too much to simply cut off.
"Bla—" The faint whine of his name is quickly swallowed up by calloused lips against yours. It takes you a few seconds to process what's happening, to fully realize that Blade is kissing you. But once it sinks in, your immediate reaction is to squirm, to try and pry yourself away from the man above you.
No matter how much you struggle against him, Blade doesn't budge, holding your bare body hostage beneath his as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. The unrelenting good is weakening you, destroying your resolve to push him off, to yell at him and ask him what the hell is wrong with him.
You're becoming too weak to fight him off, and the frenzied kiss is making it so hard to breathe. Your body has become so accustomed to Blade's touch, so used to welcoming him without so much as a second thought. He has twisted your body into something he can claim.
Tears well up... the tears spill over, and you simply close your eyes. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, because you know that he loves watching you snivel and whine more than anything else. But a small, morbid part of you wants to open your eyes, to see the face of the man ravaging every single part of you with primal hunger, to—
No... maybe it's a blessing in disguise that your eyes are closed now. Because you won't have to see the sick darkness that swirls in Blade's red eyes, the utterly maddening glee as he forcibly kisses you. Because you won't have to see the way his entire body, in all of its brokenness, shudders as he finally has a taste of your lips. Because you won't have to see the way his chest heaves so deeply, his heart beating so rapidly that it may break past his ribcage, spilling forth all of his blackened love and twisted obsession. Because—
Because you won't have to hear his sick thoughts, the goal of finally claiming you surely come to its rotten fruition.
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just had an extremely uncomfortable reblog on one of my posts on booksofstars
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dyeher · 2 months
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“Gentlemen,” Mikey says.
His voice doesn’t rise above its regular volume but the single word is enough to quiet the room of executives settled around the conference table.
He's standing at one end, a hand in the pocket of his slacks, the other tapping a random rhythm into the mahogany surface of the table as he regards his...what did you say these men were to him?
They're your friends Mikey.
His friends. Right.
He eyes Ran Haitani who balances on the back legs of the chair he's sitting on precariously. His loafer-clad feet crossed at the ankles on the table. Next to him, his brother sighs deeply, his thumb and forefinger massaging circles into the bridge of his nose.
Opposite them, Kokonoi and Kakucho appear deceptively calm. Kokonoi is chewing diligently on a piece of gum. His attempt at quitting cigarettes. Kakucho has one arm slung along the back of Koko's chair, his legs spread as he slouches in his chair. His eyes are closed, his head tipped back against the headrest. If Mikey didn't know better he'd think Kakucho was recovering from a night out drinking.
Of course, the truth is much wilder than Kakucho spending a night on the town.
Takeomi is absent. Naturally. Sanzu is sprawled in his own chair at the other end of the table. His guns are on the table as he shines his katana.
Mikey considers everything he's been through with the men in this room.
If you can let me in, then you can let them in.
He shudders as your words wash through him. You're like his fucking conscience. It's simultaneously the most unnerving and wonderful experience he's ever had. A voice of reason that isn't being paid in his blood money. He glances at Kakucho again quickly.
If you think these men have stuck around because you're paying them then you're dumber than I thought, Mikey.
Sanzu gently places his katana on the table and shakes out the little cloth he was using to shine it. He gives Mikey his full attention. the action seems to stir the others who also turn to him. Kakucho lifts a single brow at him in question.
And the action sets of something akin to...gratitude in Mikey. It's a wildly unfamiliar sensation and he has to quell the urge to rub his chest.
They would die for you, Mikey.
Yes, they would. He catches a glimpse of a cut running along Rindou Haitani's chest as the man shifts in his chair. The skin is shiny and puckered from healing and a pang goes off in his chest that almost knocks him on his ass.
These men would die for him.
A sudden clarity comes over him and he has to blink several times to reorient himself. It feels almost like someone has ripped whatever ill-fitting glasses he was wearing before off and he can see clearly now. Jesus Christ, these men would die for him.
He sinks heavily into his own chair. The weight of his previous oversight anchors him to the cushion.
"I have news," he blurts.
The words suck the air out of the room. Silence ensues for a handful of seconds and then...
"Oh my God, you knocked her up!"
Rindou reaches Ran before Mikey can react to his exclaimed words and slaps his brother in the back of the head.
"I-" Mikey starts, blinking in confusion. What?
"Jesus Christ Ran, so what if he has?" Rindou interrupts, glaring at his brother.
"I di-" Mikey tries again, his brows furrowed.
"That actually...that makes sense," Kokonoi says slowly, nodding. "I saw her eat half a cake by herself the other night."
Kakcuho is gaping at Mikey. But there's a twinkle in his eye that makes Mikey nervous.
"Wait a min-"
"I thought you'd never notice," Sanzu laughs from the other end of the table and Mikey's skin chills.
What?
"What?" He zones out. Something in his voice must get the others attention because the room goes quiet.
"That's not...the news?" Ran squints at him, his chair making a thudding sound as he settles onto all four legs.
Mikey swallows around a ball of spit that seems to be stuck in the back of his throat. Pregnant.
No- she can't be- she- but- but the crying...and the sensitive breasts. the cravings.
"I was going to say I'm getting married," he says, hollowly.
"Oh shit," Sanzu breathes.
"Fuck, Mikey."
"I thought it was obvi-" Kokonoi shrugs.
"She agreed to marry you?" Ran interjects. "Without-" he pauses to glance around the room quickly and then lowers his voice as he finishes his question "-putting up a fight?"
That gets the rooms attention.
"What the fuck kinda question is that?" Kakucho frowns. "She's in love with him."
That seems to throw Ran for a loop. His eyes narrow on Mikey who's still stupified by the realization that he might become a father and husband in the same breath.
"Maybe there is hope for me," Ran says.
Sanzu snaps at him. "Are you implying Mikey doesn't deserve her?"
Ran splutters. "What? No- Why the fuck would I-"
"Just be quiet," Rindou sighs.
"You really think she's pregnant?" Mikey asks, interrupting their squabble.
"Yes," Koko nods.
"Absolutely,” Rindou agrees.
"Half a fucking cake Mikey...in a single sitting."
Mikey blanches. “She’s pregnant.”
Koko chuckles.
“She’s fucking pregnant,” he repeats. There’s a note of distress in his tone. “With a baby. A child!?”
Kakucho gives him a knowing look. “Congratulations, Manjiro.”
Sanzu, who has been uncharacteristically quiet stands. “This means she can’t say no to a protection detail anymore.”
Mikey’s brain stutters. Protection. Because shes pregnant with your child and about to become your wife. She’s singlehandedly the most important person to Bonten. And to him.
“Oh fuck.”
Rindou shakes his head. “We need to start personally vetting Bonten members now.”
“Why did it take a child and a marriage to convince you of that and not the two times we’ve been double crossed?” Kakucho questions.
“Do you want to deal with a Mikey whose wife and child are hurt or murdered?”
The room falls quiet as all eyes fall to Kokonoi. A heavy tension settles on Mikey’s shoulders. He’s having a child. Maybe. And getting married. Definitely.
And he runs one of the most dangerous organizations in the world. With over a hundred thousand employees worldwide. And stakes in every major and even some minor pies, in every industry.
He’s not sure of much except his own success and frankly, inhuman work ethic. But as the realization that his life is changing. Developing into something better, something more. He’s sure that if anything ever happens to you or his unborn child…he would unravel.
“Can we circle back to her wanting to marry him?” Ran asks, breaking the tension. “Without being coerced?”
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malewifeharem · 17 days
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sex with danheng IL
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彡- ,, brainrot???? small fic????? of sex with danheng IL hehe
cw ⁞ afab!reader, nsfw filth (duh), dragon features (two pp but only one goes in ha?, size diff, FANGSSSSSSS), mention of prey/predator dynamic, marking, breeding kink IF YOU SQUINT, scent kink IF YOU SQUINT EVEN HARDER
an ⁞ YALL FR GONNA FIND A WAY TO REPOPULATE THE VIDYADHARA CLAN ;D (idk how im gonna play hsr the same way after writing this...) im not very happy with the intro but its wtv.
@cloudshuffle my amazing awesome proofreader <3
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after getting intimate with each other a couple times, danheng and you have discussed taking things up a notch. i imagine him coming back to the astral express, incredibly frustrated after a stressful mission (after seeing his ex in xianzhou), and he really just needed you. you excitedly welcome him back but you're suddenly pinned down — wrists enveloped by his hand and his tail coiling itself around your leg.
"d-danheng? what's wrong...?"
he growls carnally, his cerulean eyes hazed with lust. he dives in for your chest, inhaling deeply before lightly nipping at your neck with his fangs and branding you as his with a few hickies.
"need you now. you know your safe word, yes?" he huffs impatiently, tugging at your shirt.
you nod before hurriedly ridding yourself of your top and bra, exposing your upper half to your lover.
"so beautiful," he whispers in awe.
danheng's hands immediately lock in on your tits, gently squeezing them before giving each of them a sweet suck. your cute little whimper just spurs him on even more! you're so much smaller than him, it's adorable. but it really doesn't help his innermost desires to manhandle tf outta you. it's just part of his animalistic urges as a dragon, after all.
his hands quickly trails down to unclip your skirt and pushing your panties aside to finger you. you let out a small gasp at this, slightly unnerved by his hastiness but you weren't complaining at all. it's not long till he adds another finger, coaxing a low moan out of you. with your walls clenching so deliciously around his fingers, the dragon wondered how you would feel around his cock instead.
"cant take it anymore... please 'heng..," you whine.
"hm, my baby's so needy all for me? i'll give you what you want since you asked so sweetly."
danheng chuckles before discarding his own slacks, revealing his erect cocks. (yes, two ehe) it's so pretty, being tinted a light turquoise at the base and a pink-ish fleshy color at the tip. he slides one of them in slowly — the stretch being so much bigger than his fingers. you both moan in unison once his length is fully buried in your wetness, with his hand pressing down on your spine, putting you in a mean arch. he waits for your signal before moving his hips, thrusting slow and deep — allowing you to feel every vein, every inch. your skin flushes in embarrassment when you notice how lustful danheng looks in the moment, eyeing you hungrily as if you're meek prey, who've fallen into the beast's domain. (omg so alpha) as he picks up his pace, your cries of pleasure only grow louder and you're sincerely hoping march won't call you both out on it later.
you wrap your arms around danheng's neck, hungrily pulling him in for a kiss while your legs encircles his waist — forcing his cock to drive deeper into you.
"mmfh— fuck, you're sucking me in... feels so good, darling," he pants in between sloppy, wet kisses. it's so messy, the way your pussy squelches sinfully with each thrust — your juices coating his girth with a layer of slick and even spilling onto the sheets below. he continues rutting into you ruthlessly, knocking all the air out of you as your hands find their way onto your boyfriend's back, leaving searing marks — staking your claim. the pain only turning him on even more, he hisses as his breath grows erratic, warning you of his impending release. you're on the edge of your own climax too, a familiar coil tightening in your abdomen.
"haah... i can feel you clenching around me, let's cum together," he groaned in your ear, enveloping you with the essence of him — body, soul, and mind. to him, you look best all fucked-out, guts rearranged and your mind filled with only thoughts of him and his dick. one particular prod to your g-spot sends you to your climax, your cunt clamping down impossibly harder on your poor boyfriend's dick. your words coming out as broken, incoherent sobs as your body quivers from the intensity of it all.
with your pussy milking him for all he's worth like that, how was danheng supposed to hold back? he shot ribbons of pearly white cum inside of you, making sure to fill every crevice of you with him — his cock twitching with each pulse.
"i would've never expected cumming inside of you would feel so good... could we go one more round? gonna fill you up real good again, i promise."
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cal-flakes · 8 months
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dealer!rafe catches reader touching herself
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╰┈➤ rafe catches reader touching herself
warnings: dom/sub implications, intimidation, masturbation (f).
summary: rafe comes home from a stressful day to find y/n breaking his rules.
rafe exhaled deeply as leant against the now/closed front door, grateful to be gone finally. it was a long day with back to back meetings and shipment schedules. sighing, he quickly removed the pistol from his waistband, fortunately unused for the day, and placed it in it’s regular place, inside the locked draw in the hallway dressing table.
removing his suit jacket, he flexed his forearms as he stretched his arms out to run a hand over his buzzed head. his eyes flitted around the house in confusion, slightly unnerved by the unusual silence. rafe was used to coming home to his sweet girl either dancing around their shared home, or causing some sort of fuss about rearranging furniture. “baby?” he called, yet still met with nothing.
starting towards the kitchen, his head quickly turned as a quiet whimper drew his attention, swiftly turning to tread up the stairs.
“y/n, princess?” he called again, still nothing.
his brows furrowed as he noticed the bedroom door was closed, causing him to slow his footsteps, instead creeping towards the doorway. his eyes narrowed as muffled moans could be heard through the door, he leaned closer, pressing his ear up to the wood. “fuck..” she cried, desperation apparent in her voice.
his jaw ticked as he hurriedly reached for the handle, swinging the door open in a flash. her eyes widened in fear as his frame appeared in the doorway, his muscles bulging as he folded his arm over his chest. “shit! rafe..i- i didn’t think you’d be home so soon?” she muttered, a sweet smile plastered on her face as she snapped her legs shut.
“didn’t you?” he queried. unconvinced, he stepped closer, his hands wrapping around her ankles as he lingered at the end of the bed. “what were you doing baby?” he asked, intimidating her as the underlying sinister tone rang through her. “i- um, i was just-” she stumbled over her words as she looked around the room frantically.
cutting her off, he swiftly pulled down the bed by her ankles, earning a quiet shriek. “you were just breaking my rules while i wasn’t home huh? didn’t think you’d get caught?” he teased, placing the words in her mouth.
her mouth fell agape as she stared up at him, dumbfounded. rafe tutted as his ring-clad fingers trailed up her legs, lingering dangerously close to her throbbing core. “rafe i’m- i’m sorry..” y/n breathed, quick to give over once she’d weighed her options, coming to the conclusion that it was no use to try and lie her way out of this one.
“show me” he demanded, his teeth grinding as a low growl pushed it’s way out of his throat. “show you?” she whimpered as she blinked up at him through her lashes.
“open these legs, and show me what you were doing” he ordered, pushing her knees apart.
nodding quickly, she trailed a shy hand down to her wet folds and began rubbing gentle circles on her clit, causing her hips to buck. he stepped back, allowing himself to see the whole scene in front of him, staring her down as she threw her head back, moaning his name softly.
he fought the urge to take control,as his suit trousers emphasised the strain in his boxers. “look at me” he snapped, quickly gaining her full attention, in turn causing her to pull away from her heat. “i didn’t say stop, i said look at me” he snarled, his head tilting tauntingly.
“you broke the rules baby, you know what happens when you break the rules..” he spoke, a sly smile inching across his lips as she bowed her head, pulling her bottom lips between her teeth.
he closed the space between them, perching on the end of the bed next to her as she watched his movements with wide eyes. “over my knee pretty girl, c’mon..” he sighed, his tone indicating this wasn’t the first time he’d done those. “no, rafe…i’m really sorry, i was just so lonely, and i thought you were going to be gone for ages..” she plead, pouting as she shuffled to kneel beside him.
“i know sweetheart, i know..” he cooed, cupping her face with his large hands, drawing her into a false sense of security as she leant into his touch. however, his eyes suddenly darkened as he pulled away a hand, landing a soft smack onto her already flushed cheeks, her eyes squeezing shut at the impact. “but you broke the rules princess, and i can’t have that..” he grinned, mocking her for a moment.
y/n’s chin fell once again, fixing her eyes onto her hands in shame. this only frustrates him more as he swiftly tangled his hand in her hair, tugging her head back up. she gasped at the pain while an embarrassing pool began to form on to blankets beneath her. in attempt to cover it up, she shuffled around, yet only drew his attention to the wet patch quicker.
“oh, you’re enjoying this? well let’s see what you think when i’m done with you..” he spat, using his grip on her hair to pull her over his knee. “remember to count them, m’kay pretty girl?” he cooed once more, rubbing soft circles into the exposed skin of her behind.
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narcissistshandler · 9 months
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Hi! I was wondering if you do yandere reader if so could do yandere male reader x Rin itoshi please ignore this if you feel uncomfortable
𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠
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✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x itoshi rin
✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab reader, bottom!rin, yandere!reader, reader and rin are friends with benefits, violet thoughts (about killing, sharing intimate videos, hurt, make bleed), implicit reader filming sex with rin without consent, stalker behavior, reader is delusional, cumming inside without consent, implicit reader ripping condoms, hint of kidnapping/false imprisonment.
✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I do! i just can't promise to be good at writing yandere, but this was fun anyway. 1.2k words ahead, read warnings and proceed with caution
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You wanted to treat Rin better, like fragile porcelain under your hands and every time after he was gone you found yourself fantasizing about treating him like the divine thing he was, not knowing why those thoughts never came when you had him under your thumbs.
But when you rub your already hard cock again against Rin's well-worn, leaking lube hole, grip his hips until your nails dig into the skin and push in, you remember why it's always so hard to treat him like a fragile doll. The sense of power, the notion that he was at your mercy was too unnerving to deny.
You loved him more than anything in your life and nothing and no one was worth even a piece of his nail, not even you or your life. Still, when his head flew back and you could see the hint of teeth sinking into the hand held against his mouth, your love turned into a selfish, cruel little thing, again.
You wanted nothing more than to treat him like a pig at the slaughter.
He spread his legs wider, offering himself fully to your dominion, his body an instrument begging to be played, by you. It is a testament to you control over Rin, no one could give him what he wanted ── only you, only you had the right to see these expressions and hear these sounds. One of your hands finds its way away from his waist, across the lower part of his stomach where you were deeply seated, and lower until it touches the pulsing edge where your bodies connect as one.
There were marks of your belongings all over Rin's body, red fingerprints on his thighs, scratches on his stomach, gross hickeys on his legs, bloody bites on his shoulders and a menacing one near the base of Rin's cock that cost you a clean punch on the cheek. Blood still smeared your teeth from the punch and each time you leaned in for the kiss you made sure to share the metallic taste with Rin, your head spinning whenever you thought you were inside him now, in every way possible.
In the dark you couldn't very well see his face and neither could he see yours, but it was Rin's strict rule that the light must always be off and even when you were outside the four walls of a cheap motel you had to wear a cap and mask and after falling on the puke and spit-smeared floor and making him cum in your throat or after fucking his pre-prepared ass you had to stay behind while he walked away. Rin was ridiculous like that, he was apparently afraid of you following him, as he always turned around and purposefully took two meters wrong before finally heading towards his own house and the number he used to talk to you was disposable, even his real name he never gave you, but you knew it all the same, because he was yours and it was your right to know.
Outside these walls he wore the mask of a complete stranger to you and you desperately wanted to change that, lock him to you so he could never walk away, carve your name into his belly, take the footage you took of your encounters and put it out there so that his career was over and he only had you to go back to and you would hold him in your arms and let him cry and say 'it's going to be okay, my love' as people shared and talked about the video.
Your hands gripped his neck, cutting off his breath. Rin's entire body tensed, feet tucked into the mattress and hands gripping yours to stop you. His hole tightened, hot, just for you, just for you, no one else should be able to see him like this and for a moment you wondered if there were other guys who fucked him, who got into his hole and made him come.
Your hips moved harder, thrusting as deeply as they could inside him, pressing through the deliciously contracted walls to you, wanting to make him bleed, wanting to mold his insides to your form. You could keep him like this forever, yours and nobody else's. An eternal sleeping beauty who wouldn't get up and go as soon as he was sexually satisfied. He should be embalmed so his skin never sags, his flesh doesn't putrefy and the sparkle in his green eyes doesn't fade. It could take hours, days, the hard work would be worth it of course, but...
The grip loosened and Rin immediately gasped for air, hands flying to his throat, staring at you with those dark eyes... You hated the anger there, but you would never complain about anything Rin gave you, even if it was anger and disgust.
"I'm sorry," you pleaded, kissing his hands placed protectively around his neck, enjoying the smooth skin of his long fingers, the tense vertebrae. His hand lowered slowly and you came, immediately, shamefully fast when you saw the red marks on his fragile skin, your fingerprints implanted in his body.
You kissed each and every one of the marks, licked the hot, cool bruise as your entire body shook and your cock writhed inside him, spilling everything you had inside him. You kissed his chin until you reached full, soft lips. Kissing Rin was always a divine experience, the lips sweet as honey, the saliva intoxicating like the most potent drug, everything started and ended in his mouth and your bodies joined as one soul.
Rin was the first to pull away, panting against your mouth and you wanted to kiss him again until his lungs were no longer able to take in oxygen, but you didn't. You shouldn't cross that limit.
"The condom," Rin murmured, his chest rising and falling under your. "Change the condom."
You pressed your lips against his one last time before pulling away to comply, sitting back on your heels between Rin's spread legs and the clock on the wall reminding you that your time with him was running out, you glanced at your bag dumped on the couch. You had prepared for this, no one would look twice when you walked out with him passed out in your arms and your house was far enough away that you could take him.
"Hurry up," Rin demanded.
Snatching the used condom from your still red and hard cock, you discarded it in the trash, seeing the torn latex and white liquid starting to threaten to ooze out of Rin.
"The condom broke," you warned, your fingers against the damp, taut rim, your voice sounding strange and husky in the hot air of the cramped room.
Rin tensed, hand shooting to his own hole, bumping against yours there before a finger slipped inside.
"Fuck," he cursed, thrusting three fingers inside himself to pull the semen out. You watched it with delight. When he realized this wasn't going to work, he removed his hand and stood up, throwing his shaky legs over the side of the bed. "I'll clean up, I'll be right back."
You nodded, watching Rin walk into the bathroom as you opened yet another pack of condom, your attention darting once more to your bag and then to the clock, your teeth sinking into the latex. Your time was running out, what to do?
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da-rulah · 2 months
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Hail and well-met, you sparkling star dusted talented thing, you! I hope this week has wonderful things in store for you. I know it’s cliché, but I’d love to see how the Papas deal with the “one-bed trope”.
- aimlessly wandering anon
Thank you, my darling!! Oh, I love this trope. Is it a cliché? YES but it's a cliché for a reason. We love it.
For this, the situation is the same for each papa... Each papa has unconfessed feelings for reader, and reader for papa. They are on tour in another country, and having to share a motel room after a mix up.
Primo
Insists he will sleep on the floor, despite his arthritis and the fact he may not get back up again.
Tells you it's no trouble at all when you protest and promise your back would fare better from a night on the dingy motel carpet.
You insist he takes the bed, even if that means sharing
"Look we're both adults, let's just... share it, Papa!"
He relents, a little too easily to that idea, but he didn't really want to be sleeping on the floor.
He snores like a fog horn
You remember reading something about rolling a snorer over to get them to stop, so you decide to try that so you can at least get a few winks in before the next tour stop...
The second your hand touches his shoulder, he's gripping onto your wrist in a sleepy daze and pulling you towards him until your body is flush with his.
His snoring stops, but now a very deeply sleeping Papa Primo is cuddling you to his chest like a stuffed animal.
You found it far too easy to get comfortable there, snuggling into him and pretend even if just for tonight that he'd done this on purpose, wanting you close to him.
He peaks his eye open when he hears your breathing softening and slowing, smiling a little to himself as he sinks into the pillows.
He was awake enough. He had, indeed, done this on purpose.
Secondo
Spends 20 minutes arguing with the receptionist about the room mix up. He is livid.
When you get to the room, he's in a foul mood.
"One bed? Oh for fucks sake!" he rages.
You're being very quiet, unnerved by his bad mood. You worry you might say something to make him channel his annoyance onto you.
There's no couch and very little floorspace, so you have to take the bed together. There's no other option.
You lay on your sides, facing away from each other with as much room between you as humanly possible because Secondo is an adult and adults don't sulk...
You fall asleep first.
In your sleep, you move around a lot, in particular, you roll onto your other side, now against his back, with an arm slung over his waist.
Secondo tenses up at first, slowly turning his head to see if you're awake. You definitely are not.
Rather than risk waking you, he leaves you be - you've been working so hard for him lately, this tour really taking out of you. He'd feel awful if he let his favourite assistant continue tomorrow full of exhaustion, and lets face it, humiliation at being woken up spooning your papa...
Yeah, that's the reason he decides to leave you be.
It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that this is the first time on this tour he's actually felt like he could relax...
Terzo
Sees the bed. Looks straight at you. Smirks.
"Oh, cara, however will we manage?" he teases.
You roll your eyes, tired of his shenanigans and frankly, just tired.
"I'll go down to the front desk, this can't be right..."
Papa jumps on the bed then, lounging and posing whilst running his gloved hand up his thigh and over the curve of his hip.
"You don't want to share my bed, dolcezza?"
No, you're going to the front desk. The last thing you need is for Terzo to play-flirt with you all damn night and end up riling you up to a point you make an absolute fool of yourself in front of your superior. No way.
When you come back sulking, he is still smirking.
"I'm building a pillow wall." You tell him defiantly. Now it's his turn to sulk.
In the middle of the night, you wake up to Terzo's face in front of yours, eyes watching you from over the top of the pillow wall you'd built.
"Are you watching me sleep?" you mumbled into the sheets.
"You were... talking."
Your blood runs cold the second he speaks. What exactly had you been saying?
With the widening of your eyes he smirks, removing the pillow from between you and throwing it to the floor. "Mhm. Would you like to know what about?"
When you don't answer but just keep staring at him, he rolls closer, his bare hand tracing a pattern down from your temple to your jaw, before he cups it and presses his lips to yours.
After a brief freeze, you sink into him, because of course you do. How could you not?
Terzo made sure that every motel/hotel stop had just one bed for you both from then on.
Copia
He makes it more awkward than it needed to be.
You assured him it would be fine, it was just one night after all. He makes a couple of awkward grumbling sounds, but hesitantly agrees.
The two of you both lie on your backs, staring up at the water marks on the ceiling as far as you can get away from each other. You're both stiff as a board, too awkward to look around or even fall asleep.
It's like you're one of those old married couples who fell out of love 20 years ago but stayed together for the kids.
It's just so awkward.
When both of you eventually do fall asleep, it's the first time you've relaxed since you stepped into the damn room together.
When morning comes, you wake up on your side, only to be greeted with a sleeping Papa just inches from your own face. Still, even in sleep, your bodies had been so careful not to touch each other...
You watch him for a little while, looking so peaceful, his deep set worry lines finally relaxed on his forehead.
But then he wakes up too...
You stare at each other, wide eyed for a moment while your brains catch up to the situation at hand.
"Eh... Buongiorno..."
"Morning..."
You continue to stare, time passing by agonisingly slowly. But slowly, you start to see his eyes drift over your face, taking in your features up close. He'd never been so close before, but now that he was, he could hardly tear himself away.
His gaze settled on your lips for a little too long. The air grew heavy and warm around you.
"Forgive me, but... may I just..."
His hand reaches up to tuck some hair behind your neck, fingertips skimming the exposed skin there.
And then, he's kissing you. Softly, delicately... In case you want to push him away from you.
But you don't. Instead, you press your lips back to his, eyes fluttering closed and your shoulder sinking into the mattress beneath you.
"Va bene..." he whispers, letting his head sink back to the pillow, eyes never leaving yours.
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mamawasatesttube · 10 months
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one of my favorite things with unreliable narrator kon is him just describing tim as soooo cute and cuddly. there's a weird shadow in the corner of the ceiling and kon is just blowing kisses up at it. there's some weird guy perched on the back of a chair with bony elbows and a deeply unnerving stare and kon is like "that's my cuddly and squishable timmy-bear. you know, like a teddy bear, but it's tim!!!" he's in cargo shorts and a ripped sleeve t shirt over another shirt on a skateboard and kon is just like "i mean, who wouldn't wanna fuck him???? he's so universally attractive!!" it's funny every time
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