#sorry for typos

[yanderemommabean]

Choso who insists on doing everything with you. Showering with you, having his muscular arms wrapped around you, head against your shoulder as he breathes you in. It’s one of the few times he gets eerily quiet, just basking in the warmth with you, feeling you against him and grounding him back to earth.

Cooking for you, getting antsy when he sees you grabbing for anything sharp, demanding you either let him do it or at the very least allow him to handle all heat and sharps. You explain that you aren’t a child and know what you’re doing but he doesn’t listen, doesn’t /care/. Besides when he makes it, you always say it tastes special! Not that you need to know what he adds everytime…

Slides in bed beside you, pulling you into his chest, wishing you didn’t put on pajamas at all so he can feel all of you, wanting to let his fingers map out your skin so he never forgets the feeling. You just try to lay on your side but that just gives the man access to your thighs, that he’s more than happy to show appreciation for, especially since you insist your underwear stays on if he’s staying a night.

(Said underwear is sniffed desperately when you’re alseep. He jerks his cock in long, languid strokes to savor it as he inhales your musk, mouth watering and begging to feel you on his tongue).

Choso being a clingy, perverted and protective yandere 💕💕

-Mommabean

#sorry for typos #mommabean #yandere Choso #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #I LOVE CHOSO

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY TWO: EDGING FT. KUROO ☠︎︎

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: desperately horny kuroo, sub!kuroo, fem reader, teasing, reverse pleasure, y/n gives, kuroo recieves.

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1.2K

"y/nnnnn!" she groaned at the sound of her boyfriend repeatedly calling her name over and over again. this has been going on for the past seven minutes and each time, she'd adjust the volume of the tv to a higher setting.

slightly rolling her eye's when kurros voice followed after his own footsteps making its way down the staircase, he called her name once again. "y/nnn, i could've been dying and you're just ignoring me"

she only turned a deaf ear to kuroo's pleas, making him lazily slouch onto the empty space of the sofa. he gently grabbed her wrist and placed her relaxed digits over the growing erection hidden under the fabric of his shorts.

he placed his own palm over y/n's hand, applying some kind of pressure. "i'm hard and you've been ignoring me so, now that i've gotten your attention, the least you could do i make me feel good.. right?"

y/n's eye's slightly widened, hesitantly turning her attention towards kuroo. "and you ask for my help by sounding like a stuck record and calling my name every five seconds?" y/n's fingers slightly adjusted against his gradually hardening erection causing a sharp breath to pass through his teeth. "well, it got me what i wanted, didn't it?".

"trust me, you're not gonna want this"

"whatever you say, pretty" y/n hummed to kuroo's words, knowing that his cocky demeanor will soon melt into nothing with a couple of sensitive touches. she suddenly applied an immense amount of pressure onto his print, feeling the grip of kuroo's own palm slightly tighten around her hand.

using her unoccupied hand, she removed kuroo's grip from her occupied one, giving him nothing to actually grasp onto other than the throw pillow that rested next to him. y/n made swift movement's, sitting up and hurdling a leg over his thighs, now straddling his figure.

she heard the staggered sigh leave her boyfriend's lips, signifying his usual impatience. examining his sudden, lust filled expression, y/n decided to shift her position, to rest her clothed core against the length of kuroo's erection. he let out a small whine at the pressure that was suddenly applied, and it only became drawn out when y/n swayed her hips to meet his own.

"you've been louder than this before, you trying to keep your pride?" with her word's, kuroo uncontrollably tightened the muscle in his abdomen, the line between accepting his guilty pleasure and keeping his cocky facade suddenly becoming a blur.

y/n reached beside her, taking the tv's remote into her hold, aiming it at the sensor to adjust the volume to zero. "w-what was that for?" he asked through staggering breaths, his movement suddenly becoming uncontrollable. "i wanna hear you"

she slid her hand under the hem of kurro t-shirt, resting her palm against his waist, feeling satisfaction due to the way he shivered slightly from her touch. she carefully rubbed her thumb against his warm skin, leaning down to place small kisses to his neck.

kuroo only tilted his head a bit, giving y/n more access. with the hand that rested under his shirt, she parted from his skin and assisted kuroo with pulling the restricting fabric over his head. "fuck, this isn't fair, y/n"

"you're the one who wanted my help" y/n smiled before placing chaste pecks onto kuroo's chest, she practically felt his heartbeat quicken against her lips. he whined at her expected response because, afterall, he knew y/n well enough to know that she would never have an intimate moment if it didn't include teasing the living soul out of him.

but today, y/n did feel generous enough to give kuroo at least a small bit of satisfaction. hooking two digits into the hem of his sweat-shorts, she teasingly pulled it down, just enough to expose his v-line. placing small taps to the muscles indention, she let out a hum when she saw his veins become more prominent in his arm when his grip tightened onto the throw pillow.

"you're loving this, aren't you, tetsu?"

"quite the fucking opposite, your teasing feels unbearable when it's anywhere but-" kuroo's words stopped when he felt y/n firmly palm his restrained erection. "here?" she finished his sentence. kuroo couldn't manage to fathom a reply since his voice was occupied with a low moan.

y/n finally pulled down kuroo's shorts, leaving the loose hem to rest on his mid-thighs. when y/n finally looked up at him, she placed a small kiss onto his lips before mumbling a quick apology. "for what?"

"you'll find out soon enough"

y/n focused her gaze to kuroo's now complete erection. she finally realized why he was being so needy and impatient. he was desperately in need of a release and it was evident by the way he stiffened into her fist when she wrapped her hand around his member. he let out a breathy swear, lazily leaning his head back and onto the sofa's perimeter. "more"

y/n made fast and smooth movements with her wrist, jerking kuroo into her tightly wrapped fist. his hips uncontrollably contorted and bucked upwards, making y/n place a firm palm to his pelvis, lessening the intensity of his movements. "y/n-fuck"

small incoherent babbles fell from kuroo's lips, the last set of curses coming out as a silent plea when his erection jerked in y/n's hold. y/n immediately released her grip around kuroo, he let out a whine of frustration at the lost pleasure. his breathing was unsteady and tears were resting on the hem of his bottom lashline when his eyes shut tightly.

the liquid escaped from their place, slowly drifting down his facial structure. y/n leaned forward before placed her lips next to his ear. "i told you, you wouldn't have wanted this" she mumbled. a sharp breath once again passed though his teeth.

"y/n..just- please let me cum"

to be quite honest, y/n did feel a bit bad due to the fact that he'd been actually quite patient despite his words. kuroo didn't touch himself, he let y/n hear all of his pleasure filled noises, and he tried his hardest to keep himself together.

rewrapping her hand around kuroo's painful erection, she used her thumb, swiping it across his tip to spread his precum around the entirety of his member, hips bucking against her palm. "y/n...i'm s-sensitive" he said through hitched breaths. letting out a hum and nodding at kuroos warning, y/n continued her previous movements, wrist moving gracefully to please him.

this time, the pressure of her palm against his pelvis was a bit lighter, causing his hips to visibly buck into y/n's fist. kuroo was practically positive that y/n would only continue the cycle of working him up just to forbid him from releasing but, a sigh of relief left his lips at y/n's next words.

"tetsu, you can cum now"

kuroo's hips repeatdly bucked with every stroke of y/n's hand, she had no choice but to reapply the heavier pressure on his pelvis to keep his bucking hips, slightly steady. letting out whining moans of y/n's name, he felt satisfied when he felt the warm liquid pump from his tip and onto his tensed abdomen.

his watery eye's looked up to y/n. she was focused on the liquid that slowly drooled down the back of her hand, still pumping his softening member til he'd let her know that he was satisfied enough. kuroo lifted a shaky hand to grasp y/n's wrist, stopping her movements so he wouldn't suffer from overstimulation.

"you're no fun" she said through a sigh when her hand was removed from his member.

"and you're too much fun"

#sorry for typos #kuroo x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsurō #hq smut #kinktober #anime and manga #anime smut #nekoma #hq nekoma #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu kuroo

[cabin-spider-protector]

Elliott headcanons <3

Even after moving into the farmhouse, he still has his little pocket crab with him

Practically pleads with you to let him get a little tank enclosure for his crab

Every Monday when he goes to the beach, he let's the crab walk around a bit in the sand

Of course he takes great care to ensure the seagulls don't get too close

Also, sometimes he'll sit in his old cabin and look out the window, just reminiscing about the days when you used to trudge through rain and snow to visit him

A lot of his old diary and journal entries are still on his desk

The notes accurately archive the time in which elliott began to fall in love with you

There's even a journal entry for the first time he introduced himself to you

He had noted how interested he was in getting to know you more

Sometimes he winced at himself-- fearing that he may have seemed a bit too forward

But his anxieties are quickly subdued when he remembers how mutual the feeling was

When he notices the sun begin to dip in the sky, he knows it's time to head home

Sometimes on the way back he'll catch a glance of you while you're out doing various errands

He can't help but be overcome with adoration and love

He hurries home so that he can be back before you return

He'd hate for you to come home to an empty house

He takes care of tidying and dusting so you don't have to worry about it when you get home after a long day

He'd made you promise you wouldn't squash any spiders

"They're more scared of you than you are of them!" He'd always assure you

So if he was cleaning out some old forgotten corner or the cracks between the furniture, and one of the little spiders ran out, he'd make sure to safely cup it in his hands and carry it out into the woods

He probably does this dozens of times a week

You know how much it matters to him and wouldn't dream of going against your word

When you're finally home he'll shower you with love and tell you all about his time at the shore

Sometimes if he's found a particularly pretty shell, he'll give it to you as a gift

Sometimes he prefers to keep a little collection of them for various projects

Like making wind chimes or adornments for you

It's just a little hobby he has between spouts of writing inspiration

He'll try and keep it secret from you, but it's difficult for him because he just gets too excited and wants to tell you about everything he's proud of

Speaking of telling you about things he's proud of

He loves having you read his drafts

He takes so much inspiration from you and your life together

He likes seeing the way the corners of your lips quirk up approvingly when you recognize what had inspired him

Sometimes he'll add little blurbs of dialogue that are direct quotes of silly conversations you've had

He loves adding a little bit of your love into his work

It fuels him to continue

That's the reason he's always so inspired to write after helping you on the farm!

Seeing how happy he makes you inspires him in a way he never was while living in that lonely cabin

It's never a boring day with you around

Even if all you were doing was smelting ores, he'd gladly keep you company just to be in your presence

#i did not proof read this #sorry for typos #elliott stardew valley #sdv elliott #sv elliott #elliot x reader #elliott x farmer #elliott headcanons #stardew valley #stardew valley x farmer #hmm tags #idk what else to put #uhh

[thatonerandomchick1]

Sharing is Caring 💕

In light of the newest season of Jujutsu Kaisen, I present to you a little imagine that’s been cooking in my brain for some time.

Reader is a first year student.

The air was stale around the building and the wind refused to blow. There wasn’t a bird in the sky nor wildlife in the trees nearby.

Yep. There’s a cursed spirit here.

You stood in boredom and watched Gojo’s smug expression as he observed Kugisaki ‘s and Itadori’s shocked faces. Instead of touring Tokyo and it’s surroundings areas, they were set up to exorcise a curse near the heart of Roppongi.

Once the two students begrudgingly entered the building, You took a seat in the middle of Gojo- sensei and Fushiguro. After a few moments of silence, you glanced at Fushigiro who was obviously sulking and poked his cheek.

“Megs what’s wrong? You seem more down than usual.”

However, before he could respond, Gojo gave his expert interpretation on the nonverbal cues of Megumi Fushiguro, “ He’s sulking because he can’t participate”.

At this Megumi sunk further into the collar of his uniform, neither confirming or denying your mentors statement.

You dig in the pocket of your uniform to retrieve something that you secretly know will help cheer up your classmate.

Oreos. Double stuffed chocolate Oreos.

You retrieved the travel size pack from the pocket with most of the cookies intact, and offer your friend a couple.

Fushiguro’s eyes widen slightly, lower lashes caressing his checks before he shyly looked away and stuck his hand out to accept your offering.

You both enjoy the snack, silently enjoying its sweetness, until you feel an elbow in your left side. Attempting to turn towards the culprit, you come face to face with your sensei.

“Can I help you?”

You watch the smirk on Gojo’s face spread into a full smile as he retreats from your personal space and rest his head on his palm.

“Can your favorite teacher get an Oreo too?” Gojo wines.

You squint at his question, but at this Megumi decides to enact his revenge. “An Oreo? You want just ONE Oreo? After you have eaten a popsicle, an ice cream cone, a crepe, and a slushy?”

Caught in the middle, you lean back in a attempt to remove yourself from the ever brewing conflict. The two proceed to go back and forth until a loud shattering noise is heard above you three.

The source of the noise can be seen amidst the shards of glass, a medium sized yellow curse followed by Kugisaki.

yep. She’s crazy.

you chuckle to yourself, “She’ll fit right in”.

Gojo uses this moment to his advantage and makes A mad dash towards the small pack of cookies.

He snags the remaining 4 cookies and proceeds to jump up and down giggling like a sixteen year old school girl who had managed to snag front row tickets to a BTS concert.

“Gojooo! Give me my cookies. They’re hard to get and you already had your snack.” Reaching towards the cookies that he held snuggled to his cheeks.

He smiles down brightly at you, “Sharing is caring Y/N-Kun💕” as he pops one cookie in his mouth.

“I know. That’s why I shared with Megumi.”

“I’m appalled and offended! Why are you so mean to your sensei?”

“Why did you wait until we were distracted to snatch my Oreos?”

Before he could answer, Itadori and Kugisaki returned to the group. “Hey blindfold, we’ve exorcised the curse. When can we eat?”

Gojo handed me back the small pack of cookies, “ Now. You pick.”

“Pick something expensive since he’s paying,”Megumi added.

“Let’s get sushi!”

“Itadori! You can have sushi at anytime. Why would I pick sushi?”

While Itadori began his speech on how amazing bullet train sushi is, You dig back in to the remaining cookies only to see that they were crushed. This fool left the broken Oreos for me to have.

You balled up the travel sized pack and throw it back at Gojo. You watched as the small blue ball of trash comes annoying close to hitting your teacher but comes to a stop.

He smiles, grabs the wrapper with the broken cookies in it and placed it in his pocket until we reach a trash can.

Placing an arm around your shoulders, Gojo hums a tune that sounds an awful lot like the Pokémon theme song while he leads you all to where itchiji is waiting with the car.

Later that night, you reflected on the day and the little victory you had at dinner when stealing sushi from your teachers plate. As you were about to drift off ito sleep, you felt the sudden appearance of immense cursed energy and heard a petty knock on your room’s door.

You didn’t bother to ask because you already knew who it was. Standing there at 9:30 at night was Gojo holding a medium sized paper bag.

“Here. I bought this for you.”

You reached out to retrieve the bag which you opened to find a family size pack of double stuffed Oreos. Squealing like a hog at supper time, you jump up and down excitedly thanking your teacher.

“You didn’t have to buy more. Yes I was a little annoyed before but I would have shared before you planned your heist for my cookies.”

“ I know but I’d do anything for my favorite Y/N.”

“Gojo, I’m the only Y/N that you know.”

“Still my favorite! “

Not wanting to argue with him, you open the pack to see that there was only 1 row remaining.

Looking up in anger to viciously yell at the culprit only to find nothing. You looked down the hall where you saw Gojo’s retreating form, “How do you buy something for someone else and eat the majority of them!”

“I got hungry. Goodnight Y/N- kun!”

With a modest smile you popped an Oreo into your mouth. Standing in the hallway, Your only thought was that he could have at least brought some milk.

——————

I hope you liked this! I’m a little rusty and definitely wanted to get back into writing. Please reblog and let me know if you have any additional ideas on what you’d like to see next.

💕

#gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader #itadori yuji #nobara kugisaki #jjk imagines #poc reader #black reader #jjk #sorry for typos #Random writes

[evil-urchin]

Kat’s Character Overanalysis of Murasaki

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

The content below may exhibit multiple instances of confirmation bias due to over a year of brain rotting.

Do not proceed if you dislike excessive analysis of characters that only appear in official tweets and random merchandise.

I treat this guy like an oc so don’t be mean to me ok 💔 just my headcanons and personal observations!!!

Viewer discretion is advised…

Ok so I'm going to start with the basic stuff (i.e. inkipedia)

From 2015-2018(?) Murasaki was the drummer for the band Squid Squad. He was the youngest member of the group.

While this excerpt from Inkipedia may seem small, there are a lot of traits described here that can be further analyzed (if you have nothing better to do)

The Squid Research Lab describes him as rough around the edges.

The term "rough around the edges" is used to describe something that has small imperfections, but is generally good. When describing a person it can mean someone who is unsophisticated or impolite. In this instance, "rough around the edges" could be describing Murasaki's drumming skills as he's said to have potential, but he also needs some practice.

this characterization was probably made to resemble his appearance as well! (sea urchins don't have very smooth edges...)

2. Murasaki is referred to as a wild child.

A "wild child" is usually someone (likely a young person) who is headstrong, rebellious, and/or uncontrollable. To me, this info matches nicely with the impolite interpretation of the phrase "rough around the edges."

3. From here, it sort of goes on about his playing which I sort of addressed in the first point. Basically, he has a natural gift in drumming because he has a good sense of rhythm, and despite lacking in technique, he always tries his best.

4. He is prone to crying

The Squid Research Lab states that he could be caught crying during a drum solo which goes to show how much effort he puts into his playing :). I feel like this part tends to override his other traits in fan stuff (if he gets included at all). I personally view this as a subversive aspect of his personality. Normally he has an abrasive personality because of the rebelliousness and lack of manners, but he is also a sentimental person and his emotions are expressed through tears even if he isn’t sad (samee). Think of how urchins have a spiky hard external shell that hides soft uni inside of it ok...

5. Energetic

I know the energy think is probably referring to his playing style, but I picture him to be a fidgety person who doesn't like to stand still. I guess it matches with the wild child thing.

6. He's the youngest

Expains the previous behavior. rude + rebellious + more talent than practice. teenager.

Moving onto other sources! Bye Inkipedia...

Here is the original japanese text of the Squid Research Lab info on twitter. Yes, I know google translate isn't that accurate, but I think it's interesting and deepl says something similar as well.

7. Ignoring the strange grammar, Murasaki is additionally described as mischievous (やんちゃ?). Definition: playful in a naughty or teasing way or troublesome/irritating.

I guess this was translated into the wild child in the english version because I'm assuming the term in japanese refers to more childish behavior. I think the word mischievous is easier to understand though since I've never heard the term wild child before. Anyway, he's silly.

8. I sort of glossed over this in the english version but apparently he can take the lead when it matters most. In english, the phrasing kinda made this confusing. I thought they were just saying words lol. Anyway, this ties in with him trying his best while in the band + being compassionate/sentimental.

topic-adjacent kinda. I've seen people interpret this in a sort of sad way, but I interpret this as him being mischievous! I think he's walking towards them to scare them. The little star next to his head reminds me of the animal crossing mischief emote.

another bonus thing because it shows that hes silly. a silly goose. I think he likes to doodle.

God I haven't even gotten to the splatune articles yet...

yeah this kinda repeats what I already said but here it says his playing fits well with Ichiya. I think that both of them are kinda similar. Both are sort of lacking in technique but make up for it in other areas. Both have ADHD (lying). To me, Murasaki is if an asshole turned out to be kind, and Ichiya is if a kind person turned out to be an asshole. #crazy

Splatune 1! No more numbered list I forgot what number I was on :)

Cool and edgy urchin

I have no idea what that means. Ok.

Cool means cool.

I don’t know if they mean edgy in the internet way because ???... Anyway, edgy can mean: 1. tense, nervous, or irritable, 2. trend setting, daring, or provocative. I think the word choice was for the sake of an urchin pun.

I think they meant to convey the second definition by saying hes cool and unconventional (I don't think it makes sense to say someone is cool and nervous in the same sentence). Kind of matches with being rough around the edges. I like to apply the first definition sometimes though. I like to stress him out.

he boldly pushes up to the front like a blaster

information about his drum playing is information about his personality! this relates to his previously described energetic playing. I like how this sort of frames him as unusual compared to other drummers. It shows how his playing style relates to his character... energetic, headstrong, he can lead the way if necessary. all things previously stated.

mean to him :(

I think this is trying to say how the others keep him around even though he doesn't match the theme. They keep him around because he looks cool? (this information is probably useless because machine translator. grain of salt)

very brief splatune 3 cameo

can drink in bars now? (old...)

likes to talk in circles (old...)

looks depressed now. aware of the horrors... evil leg bouncer...

thats it for official stuff i think. I like to add on bonus traits to him during the front roe era, but yeag ✌️

#what a cute character design does to a mf #splatbands #splatband #splatoon bands #splatoon #squid squad #front roe #murasaki splatoon #003soy #003soss #my headcanons #idk #sorry for typos

[mariaseelie]

So what's the difference between Horde Lord Adora and Adora Empress of the Universe?

Now that I see "Adora Empress of the Universe" on my screen I giggle a little hahah, I should have said "Goddess" instead

I think I should go down this Rabbit Hole, I want to explain why they are different and why does it matter in contrast with our beloved protagonist in canon.

Goddess Adora is even more terrifying than mean Horde lord adora

(Disclaimer 1: These hypothetical scenarios are fiction for a reason, because otherwise they could lead to weird and toxic situations. Please do not go seeking Horde Lords or Empresses of Universes IRL)

(Disclaimer 2: Adora as Goddess could be a creepy scenario under some lights)

(It's long but it will make sense I promise)

Adora the Mean Girl

Do you remember when Nate Stevenson tweeted about Adora Being Slythering trying to be a Gyffindor?

I always think about the implications of this.

Adora is a mean girl at core level but chooses to control her inner shadow because she is a Chad. Catra on the other hand goes out of her way to seem like the perfect bad girl because she is a bottom as a way to impress and peacock her mean queen

Most Horde Lord Adora AUs follow an understandable direction for someone in Adora's shoes as an imperfect complex person: she never finds the sword, she is convinced Horde=Good and her demeanor, vision of the world and herself are twisted. This girl becomes a powerful person, but not powerful enought to destroy the fabric of the Universe, so we are ok with her as Adora being a mean girl and lose a little as Horde Lord Adora (Because we all know she would never, she would find a way to redemption eventually)

(One of the many reasons I like adora is because, yes, she is the hero, but she was a mean girl first, so even if she genuinely love her princesses friends, deep down sometimes she laughs at their expense in her mind, specially when her eyes meet the water fountain not-for-showering in the morning. Post season 5 Adora 100% makes some princess jokes and spills tea when nobody but Catra can hear.)

But then this mean girl finds a sword that gives her goddess-like powers.

(To some degree we are ok with Regina writting vile things attached to the names of her clasmates in the Burn Book. Nasty sure but nobody is gonna die because its not a Death Note. But then imagine for a second Regina finding that she is the chosen one in charge of a great responsability she cannot deny or else the world is over.)

The Horde brainwashes these kids to believe princesses are bad, wild, dangerous and unpredictable as Adora once said. The truth is ... they could be actually. Human Beings (Etherians and all Beings with self awareness for that matter) are unpredictable. Princesses are normal folk with supernatural magical powers.

Pre-Season one Adora probably made an (strawman) image of them in her mind, had nightmares with that strawman often. But here is the trick: it takes to be one to know one, (or You have to be a bit evil to recognize evil in others) Poor Adora probably had one or two intrusive thoughts about what could she be capable of if she herself was a princess, sh*tted bricks and then deemed nobody should have those powers.

Thank God this is not the episode of The Boys as the Horde made us believe and princesses here are actually good, the idea of causing harm deliberately using their powers doesnt even occurr to them (well maybe to Glimmer on a bad day, shes also a baddie)

So logically when Adora transformed into Shera for the first time, there was absolute terror in her eyes. One of her nightmares became true.

So she chose to be good. Deliberately. Consistently. Every single time. And that made her a hero. She never claimed something for herself even when in theory she could crown herself as Queen of all of the kindoms. Adora in canon is impresive as a protagonist and really deserves love.

So:

if Adora becomes a horde lord, it means she failed as a hero (or If Adora becomes the empress of the universe in exchange for saving the world, she also failed as a hero).

But if by some hypotetical reason she becomes The Goddess of the Universe, that's different. That's Madoka Territory

The idea of someone being able to do evil without any repercussion but choosing not to is shaking, amusing and eerie to me. We all want to think we are good and incapable of doing evil but Human Beings are weak creatures and power almost always corrupts. unless you are a God

Imagine that, just before Shera could release the magic of the Heart all over Etheria, something weird happens (let's say madokafication) and Adora, born a mortal with imperfections, needs and desires, becomes a God, while still having human (First Ones) nature.

Imagine you are Catra,

God is a lesbian

and she loves you

Imagine the person you love and loves you can control literally everything, she does not just keep the bed warm for you, she makes the whole world and reality a warm place for you if you are cold. She has idk 3 biblically accurate angels as pets and doesn't even bat an eye about it.

That would be insanely cool, but also incredibly bizarre. It would mean trusting a human being to choose to be good at any moment because otherwise things would go south

Can you trust Adora to keep choosing to be good everytime as a goddess just as she was when she was a hero? She has absolute control over you.

It's terrifying yet interesting.

I imagine adora in goddess form as something beautiful but insanely frightening and otherwordly while saying "Be Not Afraid" Lol.

But I would love to hear/read the thoughts of the people here

Good Goddess Adora is even more terrifying than mean Horde lord adora

#I took good is a lesbian personally #goddess adora #god is a lesbian #horde lord adora #empress adora #catradora #shera #catradora au #shera and the princesses of power #spop au #spop #catradora fanart #I was raised as catholic and posting this feels like I've done sacrilege #Im not even religious #sorry for typos #english is not my native language #my browser only detects typos in spanish

[mishwanders]

Unholy

Pairing: Mother Miranda x GN Reader

Genre: Smut. Adult content, minors DNI.

Warnings: mommy kink-ish, oral (reader receiving), religious kink.

Summary: she takes you on her alter.

“Oh god - Mother ~”

Mother Miranda was on her knees, in between your legs, lips locked onto your sensitive skin, tongue dancing along it as she kept her golden clad hands wrapped around your thighs.

You had visited her unholy alter in the small church, taking look at all of the offerings the villagers had provided her. But she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you, wanting you to be the offering she so desperately desired.

She’d made the first move, kissing you as she pushed you back onto the table, hands wandering up and down the other, grasping for the other as if you were each other’s life line. That’s when she left your lips in your empty and longing state, moving down between your legs - right where she was right now, staring up at you as your chest rose and fell quickly at her every touch.

You looked lovely in the candle light to her, almost angelic. All you needed was a pair of wings to match that voice of yours, singing her praises as she pleasure you, her favorite offering, and she desperately wanted to take care of you and your every need.

“Please don’t stop.” You begged her, gripping onto the edges of the table.

Your breathing became more labored with each passing second, body tensing up as you felt your orgasm rising. She did as you asked, continuing to play with you until she heard your voice break, moans growing loudly throughout the tiny building. If there was anyone outside they would have definitely heard you. It’s not like you would mind though.

You were her servant and so eager to please.

#mother miranda #resident evil fic #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil village fic #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil fandom #don’t ask me nothing #sorry for typos #unholy #mother Miranda x you #mother miranda x reader #monster fucker #spicy writing: mother Miranda

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Midpoint.

Lee Felix/ Reader

fwb, consent, assurance, shy reader, confident Felix

wc: 3123

'Are you nervous?'

'Yes, very. I'm also sure of this, so, ahm, just not that confident in what I have to do.'

'You don't have to do anything. You can do what you want and how you want. We can take it slow, hm?’

It was an exciting situation you found yourself in. It wasn't like you particularly planned on taking Felix home with you, but it has been in the back of your mind for some time that you wanted to experience a physical connection with people more often. You didn't mind not being in a relationship, but you observed that you had the desire to be close to people and experiment with ways of feeling good and making someone feel good. 

Felix was easy to talk to and his lack of judgement caused you to open up about those thoughts. 

He hesitantly reminded you that he was crazy about making people feel good, especially people he loved. 

Felix loved a lot. It wasn't about having romantic feelings. When you were in his life, you were precious to him without any expectations or negative consequences. He proposed the idea of experiencing a more intimate connection with each other after you kept talking for a while, about what you liked, and what you were searching for when you had sex. Your both ideas were quite similar, so you came to the logical conclusion that you could use the opportunity together. 

'Why don't we just sit down for now?', Felix suggested and signaled you to come next to him to sit on the edge of the bed. 

The sun was setting and painted the sky it beautiful shades of deep pink that transitioned to pastel tones in the clouds. 

It was a weird feeling that you left the bar together, leaving friends behind even though it was still afternoon. One of them was always walking you home. It was an unspoken rule, but now that it was still bright outside, it was suspicious that Felix came with you. 

'The sky looks incredible.', you remarked when you sat next to Felix and looked outside. His eyes followed to the window and he smiled. 

'It does.', he agreed softly spoken and you kept looking at the beauty of time's manifestation in the world’s ceiling. 

Felix wasn't desperate to touch you and if he was, he didn't show it. His composure was calm and you exchanged some words here and there between the comfortable silence of each other’s mutual admiration for the play of colours outside.

After a while he laid down on his back and shoved his hands under his head, making himself comfortable, still facing the window. On the other side, you looked at him now. 

You didn't have trouble comparing him to the sky. It wasn't like he was wearing an impressive outfit that made think of him as someone beautiful. His white shirt and casual jeans were simple, but no one needs to actually look a certain way to make people realize they're beautiful. 

Felix's confidence and comfortability in this moment made you think that he was probably one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen and you were thankful that you got to experience his existence. 

'You can do what you want.', Felix reminded without shifting his gaze. 

'Can I lie down on you?', you asked and imagined cuddling with him while watching the sun setting. 

'Come here.', he instructed and looked at you as if it was more of a dare. 

You carefully laid down next to him, placing your head on his chest and threw one arm over his waist, getting a hold on his shirt. His body ebbed through some deep giggles and you felt one arm circling around your upper back. 

'You're so shy.', he laughed and started caressing your shoulder in small motions. 

You groaned and nuzzled into his shirt, 'I know.'

It was frustrating. You wanted this and you should act on it, but lacked the confidence to take or even verbalize what you truly wanted. It was all on Felix and you felt ashamed, worried that you were wasting his time. 

'You're beautiful.', Felix mumbled and looked outside again, his warmth slowly engulfing you.

Some birds passed by like dark shadows in front of the colourful canvas. 

'I was just thinking the same about you.', you told him.

His laugh sounded full and was just another indicator for his beauty. 

'Thank you. Next time tell me right away.'

'What?'

'Compliment me. I like that. Not forced complements, but when you have something good to say about me, please do so.', he calmly explained and moved his hand now completely up and down your upper arm. 

'This feel good.', you sighed. 

'What does?', Felix asked teasingly and looked down, eyebrows raised questioning. 

'Be specific.', he added in a whisper and turned his head to the side again to face the darkening sky. 

You closed your eyes to just feel. He was comfortable to be with and he was also comfortable to be touched by. Once you gained some confidence and would get to feel him under your fingertips, you could probably also state that he was comfortable to be touched by you too. 

'Your touch - I like how careful you touch me.'

He hummed, sounding like he assured that he was listening, but also like he wanted to hear more. 

'Your body against mine makes me feel very safe. I know I can trust you, but I think deep down I'm not really convinced in my trust for you yet, so it helps a lot to feel how relaxed you are. Calms me down...'

You heard your voice getting quieter the more meaning the words contained, so you tensely waited for any sort of reaction from him. That was what you really needed, confirmation that what you said was valid. Without any external assurance, you noticed a good feeling rushing through your body, making you feel right.

'Thank you.', Felix whispered and you felt him shifting under you, gently pushing your body up, because he rolled onto his side and shuffled further to the edge of the bed until his eyes were right in front of yours. You mirrored his position. You felt his hands on your waist and flinched. 

'Too much here?', he checked, while pulling his hands back.

'Sorry, just surprised.', you apologized in embarrassment of your intense reaction. 

'No need to apologize. I won't do anything you don't like. We're here to make each other feel good, remember?'

You weakly nodded and smiled at him. The low light from outside caused his face that was turned away from the window to be darkened by shadows, but his eyes captured some light and glimmered.

'Do you want me to touch you right now or do you want to touch me to get used to how I feel like first?' 

'May I touch you?', you asked shyly, but excitedly.

'Yes. Touch me where ever you want.', he assured and caused you to smile happily. 

'Tell me if you don't like something, okay?'

'Of course.', he agreed and shoved one arm under his head to rest comfortably, his eyes never leaving you when you started to caress his arm like he did to you just a few minutes ago. 

It wasn't an intense touch and you didn't intend it to be, but Felix smiled and sighed contently. 

That gave you confidence and you let your hand travel to his collar bones that were covered by the white fabric of his shirt. His smile got bigger and he had that teasing look again, but didn't say anything, just watched. When you reached his chest, you hesitated and looked back and forth between your hand and his face unsurely. 

'It feels good. Keep going if you want.', Felix instantly assured and nodded slightly.

You let out a shaky breath and concentrated on just feeling him again. You made sure to not caress his nipples, because you weren’t ready for a more intense reaction yet. His abs under your palm felt firm and warm. It wasn't too new. You guys hugged every time you saw each other, but still, touching him so attentively was different, exciting. 

'Feels good.', Felix mumbled and closed his eyes, seemingly concentrated yet fully relaxed.

'I love how you draw little circles with your thumb. Makes me feel like I'm floating.', he explained dreamily and rolled on his back to stretch with his arms over his head. 

That way you had great excess to his front and you sat up and continued caressing his stomach, his sides, his chest and his shoulders with both hands. 

'Fuck, you're so patient, I love this.', Felix groaned after some minutes and smiled up at you, opening his shiny eyes.

'You know, when you're this spread out on bed, I just want to be on top of you.', you remarked and saw him smirking. 

'No one is keeping you from doing so.', he reminded and you wondered how it would be to be so bold and just sit down on him, both tights caging his waist. 

He seemed to recognize your hesitation and sat up and smiled empathetically. 

'How about you hold onto my shoulders like this', he slowly took your hands and placed either one on his shoulders, caressing your knuckles with his fingertips while doing so, 'Okay?'

You nodded and realized how much you needed his guidance.

'Can you keep talking like this?', you asked, hoping he knew what you specifically meant. 

'Of course, I talk you through this. How about you put your leg over here, so you sit comfortably?'

You did as he said and even though he kept talking, saying that you should sit down on him completely for more comfortability and praised you sweetly, he kept his hands by himself and didn't touch you anywhere else than your hands. 

'Breathe.', Felix chuckled and you realized that you were holding your breath the whole time. Catching air so abruptly caused your chest to raise and fall more intensely and push against Felix's.

'Can you please hold me tight?', you asked and this must have been the kind of signal Felix had been waiting for. 

He pulled you close and hugged you tightly, his head lowered, his warm breath flooding your neck. You pushed your hands from his shoulders further behind him, cradling his head and softly caressed his scalp. 

'May I kiss you?’, he pulled back to be able to look into your eyes and for the first time this afternoon, you saw his calmness fade, transitioning to pure excitement. You consented happily.

Before you could feel the touch of his lips on yours, Felix let another smile wash over his face, then, he leaned in and his lips brushed over yours so lightly as if it was the softness of wind. 

Once Felix felt your lips on his, he was sure he was in literal paradise. Kissing wasn't his favorite type of touch per se. He honestly didn't rank it at all, but it was something that happened less often, therefore was differently special. 

When you told him about how much you just wanted to experience being intimate with someone again, he wasn't surprised at all. Despite you being a very private person, you were very authentic with people you trusted and Felix knew he was one of those. Furthermore he was incredibly appreciative about his position to be trusted with and trusted you equally. 

Felix himself wasn't enjoying talking about himself for the sake of sharing without a proper reason behind it, mostly wanting to achieve that people around him feel appreciated, important and loved, but when you opened up so specifically about wanting to be physical, to literally feel with another person, Felix couldn't ignore how much he understood what you were describing. 

It was just so relatable and real to him. 

'More.', he heard you mumble against his lips and couldn't stop himself from bursting into a light laughter out of happiness.

'Sorry.', you whispered and pulled back, tears forming in your eyes, but Felix wasn't about to give you any moment of guilt, nor shame, nor fear. 

'No, don't apologize. I'm just so happy. I want more too.', he declared and took your hands to squeezed them to emphasize his words. 

'I- Sorry.', you repeated and Felix shook his head. 

He wasn't surprised. As much you explained to him your desperation, he knew how difficult it was for you to stop doubting yourself. Even during the conversation at the bar you expressed how much you knew you wanted physical intimacy, platonic or non-platonic didn't matter, because it wasn't about what defined status the other person had in your life, but rather the sheer beauty of being with a person that was simply good for one's being. He registered how often you threw in ‘Maybe it’s silly?’ and looked down with a sad expression right after. 

'What are you sorry for?', he asked and made sure to maintain eye contact, because he wanted to let you know that he was right here for you on every level, that you were taken seriously.  

Yes, you planned on having sex with each other. Yes, you just kissed like there is no tomorrow and yes, Felix was very touchy, even holding your hands right now. However he was also your friend who deeply cared about you, not regardless of you sleeping with him, but especially when exactly this was the circumstance due to its generating vulnerability. There was no rush to get anything over with. There was all time to check in with oneself and each other as often as wanted and needed.

He saw you looking at him as if you were searching for something to grasp wether he was being sarcastic or serious. Maybe nervousness made you forget who Felix was, he thought. 

'I was worried that I am a joke and you laughed, because, because you make fun of me or something.', you hesitantly explained and swallowed heavily. 

Felix shook his head again, but kept his eyes on you. 

'You're absolutely not, okay? When I laugh with you here, it's because I'm happy.'

He let go of your hands and laid back down with his hands under his head never breaking eye contact, never letting his smile falter. 

'I'm happy with you here too, please don't misunderstand. I'm just so nervous and, and, I- I probably need time to get used to the situation?', you tried to explain as good as possible and sighed, laying down next to Felix who instantly responded: 'You have time. We don't need to do anything, but we can do everything.' 

He paused and freed his hands to stretch his arms over his head and kept them on the pillows above him, fully spread on the sheets. 

'You're beautiful.', you spoke and scanned his body up and down with an intense gaze that made Felix heat up. 

'Thank you.', he beamed and thought about how it would be like if you would kiss every inch of his body with the exact look on your face. 

'How about you lay back down on me and we introduce each other in some fantasies?', he suggested and pushed one hand under his shirt to scratch his stomach. It was a natural act to do, but he did it slower than he would do in any other situation and made sure to let his shirt rail up a bit when he moved his hand away and placed it on the bed between you and him. 

When he saw that your eyes followed it, he slowly started drawing circles in the fabric, using his index finger that he placed on his lips after a while, caressing them in a circular motion as well until he went back to his original stretching position. He smiled at you as innocently as possible, but you both bursted out in shy chuckles while looking at each other joyfully. 

You laughingly threw yourself onto him and mumbled against the side of his neck that he should start introducing you to his world of sacred fantasies, because you were way to shy yet excited to form proper sentences. 

'You know what I was thinking just now when you called me beautiful again?', Felix started off and smiled when he felt you shaking your head that was still resting between the bed and the side of his neck, face nuzzled right in the gap. 

Before he could continue, you asked if he could hug you and caress your back while talking and experimentally let your own hand wander to where his shirt didn't cover his torso. 

'Of course, but please touch me as well. Seems like my shirt decided that it's now my skin's turn to directly feel your hands.'

'I appreciate your shirt for that.', you chuckled and pushed it up a bit further to have proper access to one side of his stomach and waist. 

'Where was I?', Felix asked and you paraphrased what he was just saying. 

'Right, I-', in this moment he felt your fingers ghosting over his skin and he shivered, surprised by his sensitivity and grunted discreetly. Instinctively, he put some force on his arms to push you down onto him, wanting to feel you as intensely as you made him feel. Then you started drawing small circles on his skin and he relaxed and let his body weight into the mattress naturally. 

Silence filled the room and you kept caressing Felix's body, relaxing into the action yourself. He was attentive to every of your radiating stimuli, having his eyes closed in deep concentration. 

Your breath tickling his neck, the rhythmical pressure of your chest on his, your hand that was where his shirt was supposed to be in every other situation but this one, your other hand that caressed his scalp and played with his hair, the way the mattress was feeling under him, pushed down slightly more on one side due to your lower half resting there, the upper half on Felix, calming him down way better than any weighted blanked could. 

He felt how his arms on your back warmed up, saving your body warmth and he felt the urge to push your shirt up to get the same skin to skin contact you were having with him right now.

As desperate as he could have been, simultaneously he felt so peaceful yet excited, so comfortably warm yet too warm, so joyfully silent with so many things he wanted to say that he came to the conclusion that this was a rare moment of feeling balance, when the midpoint he was always circling around was actually touched…

#skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz imagines #lee felix fanfic #lee felix #kpop fanfic #gif #kpop imagines #lee felix imagines #kpop scenarios #skz scenarios #sorry for typos

[kiandotcom]

I think I am slowly regressing

I hope its burnout

but I haven't been masking or dk I hope its burnout

I can't think fastly and I lost my maths ability and grammar has became harder idk anymore

#autism regression #sorry for typos #autistic burnout #autism #autistic #k.vent

[striving-artist]

Hi!! this is about the "we should still vote for Biden" post

Context: this is in good faith. I agree with the points you made in your addition and the post as a whole, I'm just looking to discuss it a little if that's okay. Another important bit of context— I keep up with news and politics and elections and everything, but next year's presidential election will be the first election I'll be old enough to vote in. So. Coming from a somewhat educated but also young and NOT an expert pov.

Anyways!! Now that that's out of the way.

I agree that the widespread determination not to vote for him again is harmful because if leftists and liberals aren't voting for Biden, conservatives are still going to vote for trump and get him back in office. I don't want that to happen. He is so much worse in so many ways and it especially scares me because he is very vocally transphobic. Voting Biden back in makes sense to me.

But the argument I've been seeing most is that if people vote for Democrats even when they actively assist with genocide, they'll learn that they can keep doing that without alienating their voter base, and they can do it without worrying about losing power. This also makes sense to me.

But I don't. I don't understand what else we can do. Not voting for him won't stop US aid to Israel. Wed just be trading Genocide Joe for Genocide Donald. It's not that I don't care about Palestinians— what's happening is horrible. What's happening Should Not Be Happening. But abstaining from voting to make a point to the democrats is just going to sentence us to four years under a guy who will do the exact same thing, probably worse, overseas, and commit atrocities against POC and immigrants and other minorities in the US too. It's not that I'm valuing American lives over Palestinian lives— its just that neither option will save Palestinian lives. Neither option will stop killing them.

I just don't know what we're supposed to do. I want to change things so bad but there just isn't a way to do that within the current system and in the meantime it's all just harm reduction.

Direct answers to what you asked about first before I go rambling into the bigger scope. Eternal Caveat: I am not an expert either.

Be loud. Be persistent.

Be present. Bring your friends.

Don't expect immediate results.

Here's a nice summary of things.

Contact your reps, do not lie about your residence, and don't give them an excuse to discard real constituents opinions bc you were spam calling from across the country. Contact their field offices, not just DC. Visit if you can.

Accept now that what you say today won't impact what happens today. It builds over time, and will impact months and years from now. The more persistent you are, the bigger and longer that impact will be.

Contact when you're mad, AND contact when you're thrilled. This is cross party. If you have a rep of the opposing party, and they do a thing you support, tell them. If you have a rep you voted for and they fuck up? Tell. Them.

Find advocacy groups. I love Run for Something. I love Leaders We Deserve. They can help amplify your voice. There are many. Find the one that fits you.

Lots more words under the cut.

I'll get into HOW to contact, but, I need to poke a hole in something you said. The election is a year out. There are some primary races, but incumbents rarely lose those. Bluntly? Most politicians don't think that their actions or stance about Gaza will impact elections. Americans have no long term memory for this. Shutdowns will have more impact. Taxes have more impact. A lot of young people will hold onto this, and we should make sure they hear us, but most americans aren't paying enough attention for it to matter to them in eleven months.

Sorry that's depressing af. Lets talk about best way to raise your voice so you can maximize your impact.

I'm sure you've heard all the advice about contacting reps before, Up and Down the Ballot, and I definitely know that it can be exhausting to keep going when it seems like nothing is changing. They don't hear the actual voicemails we leave, they don't read the actual emails or letters, that's their staff, but they and their Chief of Staff get counts at the end of every day with how many calls, and what people were calling about. Occasionally, staff will pass on excerpts or quotes to the elected guy, but its never a guarantee.

At the start of any major event, they get an initial ratio of calls that they translate as the people's gut reaction. Lets say they start out getting around a 50/50 split on a topic. Okay, that tells them to make their choice based on other factors, or to make their argument to their voters. But over time, that split changes, and the people that care more, that are more invested, will skew it. When it changes to 70/30 in favor, and they keep hearing that for weeks or months, that changes their math. It's telling them that the people who are more than flash-pan interested in the topic are strongly in favor. Might not have any impact this time, they may have already voted, but, it goes into their notes as a Thing That Matters to Voters.

So, great, you should contact them as much as possible. You knew that.

But, as you also know, Voicemail fills up. Emails spit back standard form responses. Even if you do reach a live human beings, they have to follow a script. Don't take that as them ignoring you. Sending custom responses to every single email is flat impossible over hot button issues. Staffers cannot randomly change their boss' stance bc you could be recording the call. Trust that they're keeping the tally, and keep calling.

I can get same day delivery from Amazon, I will not get same day change from politicians.

Also, the people who are sending mass faxes? Love that. Write physical letters too. Physical Thing Piling Up in the Office has more impact on a person than a number on a computer. Get your friends, order some pizza, write letters to every person that represents you. You'll get a form letter back. Accept that in advance. Your individual voice likely won't be heard. You are part of a larger crowd, all yelling the same thing. That shifts your rep, and as more reps shift, it puts pressure higher up the chain.

So, where does that leave us if we want them to literally hear Our Words? In person events.

Congress goes back to their districts pretty often, and (most) have public events. The closer to an election, the more they have. Show up. Politely, professionally, show up, and ask questions. Dress business casual if you can. Those events tend to be filled with older, more conservative constituents. Bring your friends, and choose who has the best speaking voice/prepared speech. Practice it, bring notecards. If any of you get handed the mic in a town hall, pass it over to that guy. (staff might be annoyed about this)

And look, I badly want to light things on fire until people listen. But I also know that doesn't help. Same reason we cannot scream or yell or threaten when we call/email/etc. If you start cursing at a staffer or a representative they are (often) allowed to hang up. They will dismiss you. It gets counted differently than if you said your piece in full.

It's a continuation of why protests that turn violent get dismissed so easily. "oh, they weren't there because they cared, they just wanted to steal/loot/burn." Screaming insults takes your message of 'constituent offended and angry about politicians actions' and turns it into 'shouty idiot we should ignore'

Again, it sucks that this is the case, but, to put it into scale with the internet: its the same as blocking someone. If you show up in my inbox with a real question, I am very here for it. If you show up and call me a 'libtard cunt' I just ignore it. Politicians do the same.

Older, but a nice overview on talking to politicians

Politicians want to stay in power. It is rare for someone to take actions in office that they know will see them lose their next election. Liz Cheney did it. Kinzinger did it. McCaskill did it. They're outliers. For most of them, they'll bend their morals to keep their seat. If the whole of their district is screaming for them to support A, even if they personally want B, they're gonna vote for A.

Now. ----------

Broader picture response. I'm sorry that this is your first election. My first was Obama in 08, and its been downhill ever since. But even then, I didn't like McCain's policies, but I respected him. That stayed true btw. You don't get to have that. You're starting with a rematch election that is simply exhausting to live through. My current consolation is that I don't think Biden will make it through four more years, so the VP will matter.

Some things to point out that, honestly, won't make you feel better, but might make things easier to swallow.

Joe Biden is not cackling in the White House and gleefully sending money with the hope that more Palestinian children get murdered. He just isn't. He isn't doing what we want, but that level of comic book evil isn't a thing in reality.

Calling him Genocide Joe is a product of the Trump era. It sounds like a trump insult. 'little marco' 'crooked hillary' 'lying ted cruz' You can hear it, right? It's tabloids and its trump. Don't do that. Don't reduce the opposition, or even your reluctant allies, down to a single trait. It is the start of dehumanizing someone, which becomes dehumanizing a group, which, you guessed it, leads to genocide like we are seeing in Gaza. It's how Trump started, its how he continued, and its how he is escalating.

Same reason you shouldn't say that Israel is doing this, or that Jews are doing this -- that flattens the group down to an action. Plenty of residents of Israel oppose this. Plenty of Jews oppose this. The people of Israel are not attacking Gaza, the Israeli government is. And even then, Bibi is not officially attacking Gaza, only Hamas. It's flagrant bullshit, but they're saying it as a veneer of acceptability.

You can simultaneously hate someone, and understand that they are a person with internal complexity and reasoning. You can hate the actions that a government is taking without assigning the guilt to whole nation.

Again, not to be bitchy or repetitive, but Bibi is taking the actions of Hamas, and laying the blame on all Gazans. Trump takes the actions of a few people and blames every immigrant. Don't do that. It's easy, its comforting, and its a trap.

Can't find a great source or article about how Trump changed political language so Dems use radicalized tone too, but this one is okay.

Next ------

America is not as strong as we pretend we are. It was already a waning power, and the Trump admin took a sledgehammer to it. It's improved with Biden, and a lot of the world is hoping we bounce back, but it's not the universal thing it once was. Lots of countries have nukes. Why would other countries listen to us when we legit look like our government might collapse at any moment? Maybe, maybe, fifty years ago, the US could have bullied in and demanded a stop to things. We can't now. Neither can Russia or China, actually.

We can bribe people, we can undermine countries and governments the way we did in South America, we can push and prod and beg, but we do not have the ability to throw weight around and immediately win.

Its scary and confusing for americans, bc we're raised on this idea that we can kick in any door and force a change. We can't. We shouldn't.

Far more likely than the US supporting Israel with this shit, is that we're telling them to stop and Israel is not listening. Since the remaining global authority of America is built on the idea that we have authority... I don't know, maybe its as simple as that. The US can't stop them, so we're pretending that we're allowing it and trying to fix it in the background. The Biden admin has done similar before. It usually works better than public demands.

It's horrifying because we live in the internet age, and we are watching videos of massacres that we wouldn't have seen fifty years ago. That doesn't mean we let it slide bc we might have before, just that if this feels like its worse? That's because we aren't as separated from it as before.

And, personally, my feelings on this are complex. I don't think America should be walking into other countries and doing whatever we want. We don't get to impose our preferences or our morals on other people. Top to bottom. I don't want american evangelicals showing up in Uganda and pushing to make homosexuality punishable by death (they did this). I don't want american soldiers pushing our agenda in impoverished nations. At the same time, I want someone to step in and stop genocides and land grab wars. I want someone to bring in medicine and aid, even if they have to bribe a corrupt official to get there. I want someone to just go fix it so we don't have child labor mining for cobalt and picking acai and farming quinoa and chocolate.

But if someone showed up in the states, marched soldiers into, lets say Texas, and imposed martial law so women had abortion access, that wouldn't be okay, even though I support the goal.

Geopolitics is complex. It will always be complex. If its overwhelming and you feel guilty, take a breath. That's true for everyone.

Additions ------

I do not believe in non-violent protest as a true solution. A protest is a tacit threat of violence. It is a group showing up to say 'hey, we outnumber you, and we're pissed' That said, participating in a protest is dangerous because it can become violent, and the crowd might outnumber, but the cops has more weapons, and they're trigger happy af.

No group is a monolith. Not even That Group. Treating them like one makes it easier for their leaders to manipulate them. You make them into a tighter group by lumping them together.

Gen Z gives me a lot of hope. Also a lot of fear. There is a ton of access to info that I couldn't easily reach at your age. Then again, the trend to making everything a 30 second snapshot is terrible. Propaganda spreads so so easily online, and our parents did not set you up with the tools you need to check it.

Last. The moral arc bends towards freedom. More rights, more safety, more health, more safety. That doesn't mean it is a linear path. But when I first voted, Gay Marriage was a pipe dream. When my mom first voted, women getting verbally harassed was exciting cause at least it wasn't physical anymore. When my grandma first voted, interracial marriage wasn't legal everywhere.

Things get better. Slowly, with blood under our nails and scars from the fights we lose, things get better.

You are already doing the right thing, you are already helping by paying attention. Keep watching, take breaks so you don't burn out, and get back in the fight when you can.

#us politics #israel palestine conflict #Can you tell I want/ed to be a speech writer? #sorry for typos #still having keyboard issues

[yanderemommabean]

Silly Royal Yandere Idea-

Imagine being a worker for a royal family, you're a farmer who brings the goods to the kitchen every day and make sure all vegetables and fruits are fresh, not bruised, cleaned and ready to be prepared for their meals.

You usually make the trek alone, no big deal right? Just some heavy baskets and such but the job itself isn't really that bad. It's made even better actually when the young prince finds he fancies the way you work and how you farm, loves to walk with you on your way out of the kingdom and listen to you and your stories.

He's cute, you'll give him that. Curious and finally able to explore without much of an issue now that he's finished his training, his father boasting proudly today even that they shall share a feast in celebration.

The walks are nice, you aren't alone and are even safer as the highwaymen shrink away and know to stay back when they see such fierce eyes. Those calloused hands from fighting and training lay on your hips, pulling you closer to his side as you share yet another walk to your farm and get the baskets ready for another delivery.

These sweet meetings grow in size as time goes on. He's been given permission by the king and queen to bring you to the main rooms of the castle, though they aren't too happy that he disregards their rules about what you can and can't touch.

He's so puppy-like, grabbing your hand and pulling you everywhere he can, showing his favorite art, his instruments he's been playing while he waits for you to return, the things he requested be made to remind him of you, and some other odd but - at the time- well meaning items.

The prince however gets more and more demanding of your presence. So much so, that one morning you wake up to begin to water the crops and fetch some in your buckets but you opened the door to the man standing there, royal suit and all, a wide smile on his face as he greets you.

You insist you'll be at the castle soon, that you have work to be done, but he just pushes you forward as he walks with you, -not harsh, but definitely firm, making sure you couldn't turn away from him as he leads you.

"Just one day can't hurt right?" he says, "I just wish to spend the day with you, only you. It's why I took my own horse! He loves your carrots, you know? Only yours...He's very much like me in that regard". 

You decide that, on one hand, denying the prince anything could be dire, the royal family having all say in what is done and you're lucky they have been so benevolent. Risking your business because you didn't want to indulge the odd prince...It isn't worth the reward of just keeping up with the crops and farm work. 

But this one day out by the river and having the man buy you whatever you laid your eyes on, while sweet and very enjoyable, wasn’t enough. He shows up every morning now, you hear how exhausted his parents are when you reach the castle every time, they demand he act right, that he stop leaving without notifying any of the guards, but he just laughs it off and says “Why should they embark with me on my and my lovers adventures? Private matters are private father, remember?” 

They know what's going on but it's so much darker and more twisted than anyone could have imagined. Boundaries get pushed more and more, you keep trying to keep your farm alive for not just the royal family, but yourself and the others who need you too, but the prince insists that your time is to be spent with him, only him. 

It reaches its boiling point when you deny him a walk. No runs to the river, no waltz in the woods, not even a chat over tea. Your farm is sick, it needs tending, and you yourself are weary and exhausted from trying to balance it all out. 

He goes silent, hands clenching at his side for a moment before he just smiles, wide and friendly as usual, and he kisses your hand before apologizing. You assure him you aren’t exactly mad, you just have things to finish, and he at least seems to understand that. 

Or, so you thought. You crack open your eyes after waking up in a bed that wasn’t yours, hearing the horses outside neigh and chuff in terror as if something was very very wrong. You recognize the royal emblem on the wall, and you shoot straight up, knowing this was a carriage. You shove and knock on the doors, the smell of smoke filling your senses as you can only imagine the worst, but the heavy wood doesn’t budge and you can only make out garbled words as a man screams demands. 

You manage to break open the boarded window of the carriage and watch as your farm is engulfed in flames, horses neighing in terror, ashes falling all around, your cabin falling in on itself from the blaze. And you gaze upon what you can only assume is the incarnation of death and war itself, a sign of the end times, as the Prince rides up on his own horse and tosses a lantern, the blaze only erupting hotter as he cackles in triumph. 

You feel horrified tears well up in your eyes, so many emotions coming together at once. Everything you worked for, everything you had built from the ground up, all your memories and all of your belongings- gone. 

Ash and embers fill the sky as the knights who came begin marching back to the carriage, staffs in hand as they finally open the doors. You lunge, wanting to tear your teeth into the heart of that evil, sick, twisted man, but he just laughs. It’s a soft amused laugh like when you told him your stories in the market or on your many many walks. 

“Ah, I hadn’t expected that mixture to wear off so soon!” he boasts, stepping down from his own horse. His stride is slow, like he’s taking in the view of a beautiful field or admiring someones art. You want to spit at him, claw at him, break him in any way you could fathom. 

His feet stop, the crumbling building behind him still a blazing orange and red, opposite of the cold features the prince wore on his face. His hand comes to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking across where tears are falling down your heated cheek. “Why so upset? I took care of what was keeping you away from me! I know, I know, you’re sad, but I made sure nothing of importance was hurt! Which wasn’t much. A picture or two should still be safe-” he says with an expression of after thought. “ Anyway, dearest, I fixed the issue! And you can now come where you’re meant to be! “ “I’ll kill you-” “Ah, even when murderous and livid you strike my heart with your beauty. Do tell me every wicked way you wish to end me! It thrills me, makes my skin crawl so pleasantly imagining you touching me in any manner” he taunts, squeezing your face a bit tighter. “Be it anger and resentment or true love, I’ll relish any touch you bring to me” “My lord, the sun will rise soon” a deep voice says from the side, your own eyes too stunned to look, uncaring as everything else sets in. Your home is gone, your fields are ruined, your possessions all roasted and incinerated. Nothing left but the haunting image of burned rubble and some charred remains of any item you owned. 

You’re trapped. Imprisoned in a golden cage as this wild man declares that he and you are meant to be, whether you want it or not. 

“Get some rest darling. I’ll lead us back to the castle” He says with a kiss to your forehead, allowing the knights to force you back inside. “Don’t be so angered! I promise to treat you like royalty! Since you will be, once the marriage is announced and all”

(Hope you liked this! Feel free to comment and tell me your thoughts! Especially spicy ones :3c -Mommabean)

#yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #mommabean #yandere prince #yandere royalty #yandere male #yandere prompts #sorry for typos #ok to interact #ok to reblog #ok to say stuff #ok to comment

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY THREE: THIGH-RIDING FT. KAGEYAMA

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: fem reader, female anatomy, thigh-riding, soft!dom kageyama, y/n is needy, not much dialog.

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 730+

"tobio"

y/n tugged at the hem of her boyfriend's shirt, due to the fact that vocally calling for his attention wasn't really getting her anywhere. he let out an uninterested hum, eyes still focused on his phone.

the screen was displaying one of his recent games and like usual, he was overlooking it to check for any kinds of mistakes that he might've made during it.

of course, y/n was okay with that but since it was now his third time rewatching the video, she was kind of getting bored due to the lack of entertainment and attention that she desperately wanted.

"I'm gonna go home if you decide to ignore me for the rest of the night"

with those words, kageyama's eyes left the bright screen of his phone and was instead, focused on the bored and annoyed expression on y/n's features. "let me just finish this last part of the video. it's only two more minutes"

y/n quietly groaned at his response before dramatically raising her head just to rest it on his slightly exposed hip. his shorts were loose around his waist and y/n took that as a way to entertain herself.

hooking a finger into the loose hem of the fabric, she slowly ran it back and forth on the underside of it, making kageyama's breathing slightly hitch.

y/n absentmindedly tugged down the fabric more and more as seconds passed by, making a shiver run through kageyama's slightly exposed body.

his hand traveled to y/n's own, stopping her movements before he mumbled something along the lines of "not right now, n/n". he removed her hand from it's previous placing, making y/n let out a small whine.

although the hem of his shorts were no longer being touched, it failed to return to it's previous placement so it resided even lower on his waistline, this time, exposing the indentation of his v-line.

"you really want my attention today, don't you?" kageyama's words were followed with the action of him shutting his phone off and placing it on the nightstand next to him. "come here"

y/n almost immediately straddled his lap and focused her eye's into the ones of kageyama. he slightly tilted his head to place small kisses to her skin, not missing the chance to bring purple bruisings to the surface.

due to being without the reliving touch of pleasure for so long, just the slightest warm contact to the most sensitive parts of her neck felt like paradise itself. y/n couldn't help but grind against kageyama's thigh as she let out small moans from double the satisfaction.

"you're gonna cum if you keep doing that, you know?"

kageyama's hand snuck to y/n's hips stopping her movements before instructing her to remove the lower half of her clothing. in desperate need to return to her previous actions, y/ n immediately followed his words while he removed his own shorts, leaving him in only his briefs.

letting small babbles of his name leave her lips through unsteady breaths, y/n finally continued her movements, this time, a sheen coating of her arousal slowly began to spread against his skin.

kageyama couldn't help but let a small moan escape from his throat once her felt y/n lean forward just a bit more to apply more friction against her bud. "tobio-"

his name came out as a whine when she couldn't help but slow her actions due to her muscles getting sore from the movement. kageyama noticed and placed his hand back onto her hips before aiding her to continue.

y/n was thankful for his gesture when she felt her height of pleasure finally beginning to reach it peak at a faster pace. leaning closer against kageyama to rest her forehead onto his shoulder, y/n allowed a sigh to meet the fabric of kageyama's hoodie.

"go ahead and cum for me, n/n"

and with one last drawn out moan, y/n felt that relieving pleasure surface as kageyama let out a small sigh at the sight of her hips uncontrollably jerking against him. "is that enough attention?" he question after her breathing finally steadied.

"nope" she mumble, lifting her head from his shoulder to look down at his tired features. "well, let's not stop until you feel satisfied enough" kageyama placed a kiss to y/ n's parted lips, catching her by surprise when she felt his hand sneak around to her sensitive sex.

"wait-!"

#sorry for typos #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #hq kageyama #tobio kageyama #kageyama smut #hq smut #karasuno #karasuno x reader #karasuno headcanons #haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #anime and manga #anime smut #manga #fanfiction #hq fanfic #hq fandom

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

im curious, how did you almost get hit by a train

ok so I was at the corner store and I got a dm saying like “hey you wanna hang out” I was like “sure why not”. Lina (the person who texted me) with this group of girls pull up at the corner store we get some snacks and I get hit with the “hey I know a place you wanna come 😏??” and again I’m like “sure why not”. So they bring me to the train tracks 💀 and we all hop the fence and they’re like “you know I heard on the other side of the train tracks there’s a pit of snakes. Are you scared of snakes?” And I’m like “nah tf you asking for? You want me to go over there??” And she’s like “yeah I dare you to cross the train tracks and find a snake 😈😈”.

I was like “bet”.

so I start walking across the tracks and I get like halfway there and then i hear voices yelling at me. I turn round and they’re all waving and jumping and pointing to the left. I look and I feel the ground rumbling and I hear the train honking. And in my mind I was like “should I continue and make it to the otherwise or should I just stand there in the middle and wait for it to pass? Or should I try and come back?”

I decided to run back bcuz I didn’t know if the 2nd train was going to come from the right and didn’t want to risk it.

I basically had to haul ass and beat the train. I was running like I never rn before but I wasn’t gonna make it and I kid you not I had to do a fucking leap of faith.

This is lit how I looked having to dodge the train it was wild. The train was honking like crazy for me to move. After I jumped I slammed against da fence and went tf home cuz I started crying 😔😔. I never got to go back bcuz the tracks was swarmed with police (presumably looking for my body). But you know a nigga survived.

#trackstar #weshallovercome

TLDR: I was dared to play on the train tracks, fucked around and found out.

#bobs answers #prlly for the best #I’m not fast enough to play on the tracks #sorry for typos

[sounknownvoid]

How about sam owning his power?

Yes, another random too late at night on our boy sammy! - he just wont leave me alone!... :)

Thing that strikes me about spn and the dynamics bw sam n dean is the power imbalance - and theres multiple kinds at play and im sure ill screw it up in laying out all the layers i see in my head out here but here goes:

Theres initially the little bro v big bro power imbalance - in favour of dean - but theres also the perceived (by dean) power imbalance in favour of sam as he thinks dad only cares about sams safety and + his own love for sam makes him think sams got him wrapped around his finger - thing is, the fact that deans willing to do anything for sam is not necessarily sams doing but it scares dean that sam has that effect on him.....never understanding that he has the same hold on sam.

Then, as they get older, deans faster,stronger,better at hunting,fighting and gets all the parise from dad as a result while sam is the "runt" - scrawny & reluctant (and probably part of his reluctance to join hunting family business is that teenage-attitude of "ah well, im never gonna be better than dean or dad, why bother?") So he doesnt try harder than he has to, to get by ....so the physical power balance for a long time is also with dean growing up...and it suits dean just fine - after all, who doesnt like being "adored big brother" ?...but also given deans fear of sams emotional power over him, & sams intellectual prowess that dean already starts to see in him, dean revels in his physical skills and it makes him feel indulgent and sorta ok with caring for and about his sammy and in his mind balances the scales that sams adoration of him for his skills n physical powers somehow negates the emotional hold of sam on him...& so the scales remain balanced sorta...

A bit older again and sam starts to physically shoot up and he seems to pick things up quicker, is braver than dean at standing up for himself (&im sure on behalf of dean too, sometimes) more n more with dad and theres that damn intellect and that emotional hold on dean already...the scales far as dean can see is tipping slowly away from him....and then sam is (whether due to weecest/wincest feelings developing or just normal teenage angst doesnt matter here) pulling away in teenage fashion: more n more away from dean too so now dean feels like hes left feeling the brunt of that emotional pull more n more (again because theres wincest elements on deans part or not is irrelevant here - its just the emotional gap created when the person you're so closely attached to since childhood pulls away - but this is probably felt even more intensely by dean coz of the hunting lifestyle n lack of other human connections) - leaving dean feeling vulnerable af - which hed hate....and resent sam for .... & would see it as sam holding all the power - even if it may not objectively be true or even something sam is aware of....remember, he's just a kid - drawing boundaries n learning about himself as he grows....

Stanford being the 1st big decision sam makes on his own, asserting his independence - is a blow to dean -to him, thats sam exercising that power of his and being selfish and uncaring of impact on dean - after all, dean had to give up his life,his dreams for sam n his dad - why isnt sam doing the same?... and all the resentments at not just him being the only one to make sacrifices in the family but also of this growing power imbalance towards sam kicks in....and he hates it - he hates that sam doesnt need him anymore, is off making his own decisions, hes likely to be off creating and living his own life pretty soon - & wheres dean then?

As s1,s2 progresses, we see more n more sam being pushed into giving up his power, his independence more n more in favour of dean - not just by circumstances and hell/heaven conspiracy but also emotionally/mentally by people he loves the most - dad, bobby, dean...because the choice for him is "its either our love and acceptance or your own power" & ofc he chooses "family" & " love & acceptance" - cloaked in shame,guilt and humiliation.... theres no thought given by his "loved ones" to " how could we help understand sam's powers and help him manage it", train it or anything remotely positive - its instantly :sam has powers = sam is bad - why? - because he's now 6'4, strong physically,mentally and his only vulnerability is his love for his family: dean mostly at that stage... & they even mention munchausens syndrome by proxy in one of the episode - coz thats basically whats being done to him - hes being made to believe that his powers are inherently evil and therefore he's sick and he "needs" dean to deal with it...and terrified & in absence of any support,ofc he does, he does need dean to deal with it/with himself - slowly eroding his trust in himself... not blaming dean here - as to him its his own "life or death" + identity crisis situation - if hes not looking after sammy, who is he, what does he do with his life? (that "african root-induced dream walker in bobbys/deans head" episode makes it pretty explicit)...

S3/4 - hes had a bit of time on his own & hes found a "teacher" - ruby....thing is, he wouldnt have been that vulnerable to ruby to begin with, if hed received even a tiny bit of guidance n care n understanding of how to manage/control his powers ... so ofc, at his lowest he succumbs to anyone offerring him any kind of guidance or control over himself, coz hes already been conditioned to not trust himself - and why shouldnt he take it from a demon - isnt he already been called evil freak by his own? ...he might as well ...

To dean on his return this is worst case: sammy having his own power and his powers....again wincesty lens might add other layers but for this essay(sorry)!: 1xof the factors influencing deans reactions have to be also the power imbalance tipping towards sam again( he even says in one episide all huffy "well you dont need me, you & ruby can hunt demons on your own" whil packing his duffel) - yes theres jealousy n care that his bro is being manipulated by a demon and his own hell trauma etc,etc....but - lets not forget that hes also feeling that sense of loss of control n power over sam specifically...and so ruby is not the only one manipulating sam in this season...and love is not an excuse for manipulation....and dean is not immune to using it to get what he wants - ie sam (wincest or not doesnt matter here either - outcome is still the same that dean wants).

From s4 to almost upto s10 its a steady degradation of sam and loss of him owning his own power,his body,his self,his personhood.... and each time he tries to reclaim it, hes emotiinally beaten up into giving it up again - so that he can be loved - he is pretty much a "batterred wife" at that point, having given up his power to dean (&lucifer&gadreel via dean &...) - until he starts to fully reclaim again s11 onwards - but in a way thats much more "acceptable" to dean.... hearing words he says to charlie or to mary or to sully about how hes accepted that this is his life now and he loves it - this is somehow supposed to show sams "maturity" in acceptance of his respinsibilities in hunting n saving people etc ... but to me, its not really if you've been watching - its him being a "batterred wife", trading his power for love n acceptance... because he knows that dean will never fully accept sam in his full power....he cant as hes too scared of what he doesnt understand (incl himself). Again wincest lens would amp all of this to intensityx10...

It is these experiences that he then uses to help guide and care for young kids that cross his path showing abilities - incl jack.

If theres ever a reboot i hope its this - i hope its with a sam that starts to see visions n telekinesis etc and he gets support n kindness and understanding & faith in him - while he figures out his training himself - itd be amazing if its dean who "comes around" - hell id even settle for a dean that "comes around" in midst of "when levee breaks" and they run off and hole up somewhere n get sam his rest n care from dean and then training for him.....n they stop the apocalypse together but with sam having his full powers n dean proudly supporting him and himself being powerful in his own right... so that i can believe that its possible to be powerful n strong in your own right and still be loving and kind and caring and loved n accepted in return...

I'll stop here with that beautiful image in my head to help me sleep n not cry over how they did sammy anymore... :) ...not sure any of it made sense, sorry ... n thanks for reading?..

#Sam winchester #Sam n dean power imbalance #Sam was a jedi without his yoda and darth got him for for 180 years #Sam was harry potter permanently stuck under that staircase & no hogwarts #Sam needed dean - just not how dean wanted #I do love dean winchester - i just hate how he treated my boy sammy #Ill write another thing with dean at some point i promise #Im a sammy girl if not obvious but love dean too #Sorry too long #Sorry for typos #Not sure i made any sense at all

[creaturefeaster]

How do you deal with things such as artblock?

I put down the stylus and stop trying to force a drawing out. I leave creation mode and enter absorption mode, where I take in inspiration and spend time teaching myself instead.

I usually spend a week, give or take, observing and appreciating things that I see. I'll watch my birds for hours, I'll go on longer walks to take in the shapes of the trees and the cracks of the roads, I'll spend extra time viewing and appreciating art that I like and can be inspired by. I'm not a big show watcher, but I think watching some good shows or movies also helps spark ideas that break the block.

Art block is (usually) just your brain letting you know it needs rest. Just like working out, sometimes you need to take a break for a week so you don't strain yourself and make it take even longer to get "back on schedule."

It can be really frustrating when you feel like you want to draw but nothing is coming out. Because you also want that momentum, right? If you were on a roll a few weeks before, suddenly it feels like you'll never be able to draw again but that's not true.

Just put the pen down and go study the world. The clouds in the sky will teach you that nothing stays the same way forever, and the dirt will prove to you that in order to create, you must take from parts of your world that are foreign to you.

Does that make sense? Just consume something new or appreciate stuff in a new light, you'll find things come to you naturally more often rather than trying to force it all out.

This goes for any sort of art. Not just drawing. But writing, crafts, songwriting, they all take inspiration from life, and they all take energy to create. So take breaks and enter absorption mode with me brother!!!!

#sorry i saw this ask just as i peeled my eyes open #and of course my half awake ass still had to write paragraphs #sorry for typos #if any.

[mishwanders]

I finally had an idea.

Sub! Wesker getting collared and and when he's getting too bratty reader tugs him by the collar or a short leash attached to it...or if reader is just to easily get to his neck to easily give bites and kisses while fucking him senseless all at the same time.

Me, with this sitting in here for a hot minute: OH FUCK AN IDEA!

Smut stuff under the cut

You heard the snarky comment under his breath as you railed him, knowing he was doing it to rail you up. Do you stopped your moments, pulling up on his leash, bringing him closer to you.

“What was that, my little pet? Have something to say?” You asked

He kept quiet, refusing to speak another word to you. That just angered you more, so you pulled out just enough to keep the tip in before ramming into right back in, forcing a groan out of him.

“What’s wrong. afraid to bark?” You asked, “why don’t I show you how to bite.”

You went back to your ruthless pace of fucking him, biting down into his shoulder and neck, leaving marks across his skin. He was a moaning mess for you know, feeling over loaded by all of the sensations you are giving him, over the fact that he had no control over what you were doing to him. It didn’t rise him long before he finally came, making a mess of the floor below him. When you were finally done fucking him senseless you removed his binds and handed him a towel.

“Be s good boy for me and clean up.”

#albert wesker #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #sorry for late #sorry for typos