#Not to be spiteful but because now Im craving them

[merkerlerspeaks]

Sick, congested, hurting, have a headache, just woke up from a hard nap, hair matted, dealt with EIGHTEEN wasps today so its already a bad day- and having to figure out if its worth it to go down for the tacos my SIL made bc I love tacos so much but its been a while since I had them....but the majority of the time when I go down I come back up feeling worse than before.

[gibbearish]

btw similar to the whole "if you try adderall at a party and it calms you down, get an adhd test" thing, if at some point in your life you try microdosing shrooms with a friend and end up feeling like a functional person for the first time in your life, get tested for depression. like yeah hallucinogens come with elation so youre probably gonna have some "this is the best ive ever felt in my life" vibes regardless, but like. if that in and of itself feels like finally breathing in for the first time in years, thats for sure a sign that something is up with your ability to process serotonin most of the time. feeling better than ever before should be a nice bonus, not a crushing weight off your chest

[activesplooger]

ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ | ᴠᴏx x ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Notes: (MDNI) don't be afraid to give me feedback on this one! (grammar, criticism, wtvr u notice!). idk wtf im doing but it took a long time and like 200 redo's. enjoy!!!

Summary: Years later. The aftermath of the 'incident'. CW: angst, mistreatment of workers, abuse of power, vox being an ass, fluff if u squint, confrontation, lot of exposition sorry lol, Word Count: 2,217 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Masterpost!

Years later... The Vee's empire grew exponentially and are now the three top overlords in hell. As they grew, they upgraded and relocated to a new gaudy building called the "Vee Tower" which's big enough for all 3 members to reside and do their business. Vox now had a similar, but still new, upgrade to his head. His flat-screen face glows blue and has red almond-shaped eyes. The left eyelid of his is black, like his eyebrows, while his right eyelid is a bright teal, like his teeth. He wears a navy blue and teal striped blazer with matching navy slacks. A grand ruby bowtie tied around his neck, just above the red and black dress shirt he now wore. And to top it all off, he wore a top hat and a charismatic smile.

You still worked for Vox, however, your job description changed over the next few years. You went from being introduced as “This is Y/N, my friend and assistant!” to “This is an employee of mine, she won’t be a bother.”. It was agitating that he started to distance himself from you. I mean, you save his fucking life and let him weep in your arms like a child and this is the thanks you get?!

Vox had also acquired a reputation being a friendly, charismatic, entrepreneur. What a load of bullshit. His media persona was all a facade, a scam to get people to buy his products and/or work for him. You feel bad for the newer employees who deal with Vox's wrath. At least for you, you could cling to the old version of him and have some sort of positive outlook on your boss. The new staff members didn't have any outlook on their boss besides terror and apprehension. They would simply get charmed into a job and then see how Vox's personality does a fucking 180, turning into a complete jackass as soon as their soul was his. Your boss is cold to all his employees, abusing his power over them just for a power trip, a reminder of where they stand in this company. If an employee made one mistake, they'd immediately called to Vox's office for the shakedown of their life. Fucking terrifying.

The whole company shifted into a mess of moral corruption. All of VoxTech’s advertisements were schemes to hypnotize you into craving their products. Manipulation is a key tactic at VoxTech. If people watch any of the programs controlled by the company, they’ll likely hear the phrase ‘Trust us’ more often than not. And in turn, If they hear it enough, they’ll start to believe it. That’s what lured people in, making VoxTech and trust synonymous with each other until ultimately, they buy their shit. Pretty subtle tactic compared to the others. Other ways included Vox straight-up hypnotizing people with his powers. Yet another astounding example of the great morals exemplified by your boss!

Some part of you wished you never helped him that day... you hated yourself for thinking that. In spite of how shitty he is, you missed him. Not the fake media version, or the shitty boss version, the old him. The real Vox. You'd find yourself reminiscing on the late work nights you had with him. He'd order takeout, and you'd help him with his work for hours on end until you'd fall asleep at your desk from fatigue. You never failed to wake up with a crick in your neck from the cramped position, but you always had a familiar coat swaddled around your shoulders. It was the little moments with him that meant a lot. Back when he wasn't so hostile. It was starting to get on your nerves. Seeing your boss- no- seeing your old friend become a jaded prick all because of some excessively red deer fucker?! You knew Alastor hurt him, and yeah, it's understandable to be a little messed up after it... But didn't he really have to take it out on everyone else?! 'Why couldn't he just be honest and talk about what happened?! Why the fuck did he forbid you from speaking about it?!'. These questions rang in your head for years. But you could never ask him... Could you? You definitely weren’t a pushover, but you also weren’t a dumbass. As much as you wish it weren’t true, Vox had the upper hand and a mean temper. However, at this point, you were at the end of your rope. You needed answers, just... maybe not now. Soon. Maybe? Fuck! No matter how much you refused to admit it, he terrified you. You knew he could end you in an instant, he made that very clear when he nearly choked you to death. By now the bruises faded, obviously, but the emotional scars were very much there... You don't forget nor forgive what Vox did to you. So much was left unsaid that day and remains unsaid, you still can't really process it all. You tried to make excuses for what happened, something to console you and give you some sort of reason for everything. The blame always fell on Alastor, which, you felt was true to at least some degree. Your theories aren't enough to soothe your troubled thoughts. It still nagged at you, it always did. If there was some way for you to obliviate this, you would done it have a long time ago.

And the cherry on top of it all is the fact that you have to see him every day and pretend like nothing ever happened. Your workplace serves as a constant reminder of what happened, you couldn't possibly get yourself to stop thinking about it. Every fiber of your being just wanted you to call him out and pry into every detail of what happened with Alastor- But you held back... Part of you felt he would hurt you... again... As much as you want answers, being hurt and possibly killed over it definitely isn't worth it.

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Your heels clicked on the black flooring as you walked to Vox's office. Vox had previously emailed you to bring him some paperwork for some new employees who were recently hired. You carried the heavy stack of documents in your hands, your arms begging for relief. Couldn’t these have been digital like everything else? You could’ve sworn he did this just to make things harder for you. Prick. The path to his desk was long and narrow, with sharks swimming around beside it. A large circular platform that held Vox’s desk and various monitors accompanied by heaps of cords and cables ended the path. From a distance, you can see your boss berating another employee. The worker cowered on the ground beside the desk as Vox loomed over him, a scowl etched across his face. You increase your pace to his desk in an attempt to shorten the eyesore in front of you. "Let me get this straight," The TV demon inches closer "You want to waste M҉Y̴ time M҉Ɏ money, MɎ-". "I-I just want some time off, Mr. Vox," the trembling staff member interrupts "I-It's my wife and I's anniversary I-I just need a couple hours-". A teal blue collar takes shape around the worker's neck, you couldn't believe the sight before you. Rage and pent-up strain filled your core, it killed you to see him doing this to someone else. Right in front of you no less. Your breathing becomes shallow, the memory of Vox choking you haunting your brain as you see another employee going through what you did. Should you stop it? Would that only make things worse? Fuck- 'Getoutgetoutgetoutgetout'. That phrase repeats in your head like a mantra, you need to get the fuck out of there. You couldn't stand being there any longer.

Large teal claws grasp at the end of the leash attached to the collar, pulling the chain closer as Vox speaks. "ɎØ҉U҉ ŁƗSŦɆN ĦɆɌɆ ɎØ҉U҉ F҉U҉ȻꝀƗNǤ-". The slam of papers cuts off Vox, he whips his head to the sound only to find you walking out of the office in a huff. Tears welled up in your eyes. 'Getoutgetoutgetoutgetout'. Pushing the doors open you run out, tears falling down your cheeks as you struggle to catch your breath. You turn the corner and slump against the nearest wall, burying your head in your knees and unsteady sobbing.

After you left, Vox just stares at the door you stormed through. The chain vanishes from his grip, and his hands fall to his side as longing and regret cross his features. Your boss's mind was so preoccupied with you leaving that he didn't notice the employee scurrying out the door. Once he realized that he let the worker off the hook, he didn't call him back. No. He let him go. Vox had bigger things to deal with. You.

Whilst you lay there, slumped against the wall, you feel something drape over your shoulders. But, when you lift your head, you don't see anyone, only a blue zap darting up to a security camera. You furrow your eyebrows and turn your head to see what was draped over your back. Your eyes are met with a navy blue and teal striped blazer comfortably enveloping your shoulders. "...Vox?" --

For a few hours, you clutched onto the jacket as you sobbed, but, eventually, you had to suck it up and work. And return the jacket. Fuck. That's gonna be awkward... 'I can't just keep it, can I?' you thought as you grabbed the jacket and made your way to his office, bracing yourself for the uncomfortable conversation ahead.

You quietly make your way over to Vox's desk, his eyes fixed on the monitors in front of him, not noticing you. "Sir?". "Gah!" Vox springs up out of his chair and nearly falls out of it, "Y/N! What the fuck?!". "Sorry sorry!" you apologize, "I didn't mean to startle you, Sir.". An awkward grin spreads across your face as you hold out the jacket to him "I came to return-" the jacket gets snatched out of your hands "-this". Vox slides the jacket over his black and red dress shirt, "Finally!" he exclaims. You stand there awkwardly after he ripped the blazer out of your hands while Vox just got back to work on his computer. "Can I help you?" Vox questioned with a condescending look on his face. "Hm? Oh! No no, I just wanted to thank you, so- Thank you." A soft smile crossed your features, hoping that this would spark a sincere discussion. Rolling his eyes, he responded with an annoyed tone, "Well, don't. Just accept the gesture and move on, we don't. need. to talk about it."

A scoff escapes your lips, "Typical." you mutter.

“What was that?” Vox eyes bored into yours as he got up to fully face you, his tall stature towering over you.

Normally, you’d back down from a situation like this. You knew that Vox could overpower you in an instant. But something in you just snapped, you couldn't take it any longer. Any fears or doubts you had suddenly disappeared. You just can't take it any longer.

“You heard me” you retort, standing up as straight as possible to try and match his height. Red vexed eyes narrowed at you, staring deeply into your eyes, "If you had any brain in that head of yours you'd back off, Y/N." he barked. The skin over your knuckles pulls taught as you balled your hands into fists, "If you had any brain in that flat head of yours you'd understand why I'm fed up with your shit!" you lashed out, "I swear if I wasn't soul-bound I'd leave your TV ass in an instant!" Vox's crimson eyes widened, he seemed genuinely surprised at your exposure of him, "Excuse me? I've given you ɆVɆɌɎŦĦƗNǤ! You'd be blundering around Hell if I hadn't hired you!" Your eyes practically roll out of your head. "You haven't given me anything besides a daily fucking migraine!" "I will not take this, I'm your superior, Y/N!" your boss blustered, "Or did you forget? Perhaps I should give you a reminder-". The all too familiar teal blue leash starts to materialize in his hands causing a knee-jerk reaction out of you. Your hands instinctively grab the half-embodied chain and yank it to the side.

SNAP!

The two of you stand there, watching in disbelief as the teal links slowly disappear. You're not sure how you managed to stop the soul-leash from fully forming, but you did. Finally prying your eyes off the now absent chain, you look up at Vox. He was still looking down like a deer in the headlights, looking vulnerable and powerless. The sight of him reminds you of the way he looked when he desperately clung to you after his falling out with Alastor. You hadn't seen him like this since then. For the first time in years, he wasn't in control of something. The overlord's voice faltered as he mumbled, "How did-". "I don't know," you responded abruptly. ... Red gleaming eyes lifted to meet yours, "You want to talk? Fine. You've convinced me," he slumps back into his chair, his elbow popping up his head as he looked at you with an exasperated look, "Talk."

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to be continued! hope u liked this chapterr its the longest of the two. this one took me long as fuck sorry lol i havent had a lot of free time. lmk if u want to be apart of the tag list :) also leave me some feedback in the replies or the ask me anything tab iyw!

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[satoruly]

my feet don't dance like they did with you.

grief takes many forms. yours was shaped after the saccharine sugar, syrupy sweet reminders that he wasn't truly gone — and he was right, love was truly the most twisted curse of them all.

"so i drown it out like i always do, dancing through our house with the ghost of you"

wc. ~500

warnings. jjk 236 manga spoilers, angst, no comfort, not beta im trusting my grammar skills

A pantry filled with an infinite supply of candy that was now destined to silently rot, gather dust as it remained undisturbed. The pantry that you were used to refilling at least every week and a half no longer a bother; a chore that was no longer part of your routine and you guess at least you had that to thank him for.

Because there was nothing you hated more than going to the supermarket with a list that grew increasingly longer depending on the various cravings of the author behind said shopping list. Nothing you hated more than pushing the metal cart as said author bounced from isle to isle trying to find whichever saccharine confection could satisfy his insatiable sweet tooth. Nothing you hated more than the excitement in his voice and the grins that grew bigger and sweeter, fonder and softer, whenever he managed to convince you the next sweet thing, aside from you, that was bound to become his new obsession.

Nothing that you hated more than the way he clung to you as the two of you walked to the registers, his arm linking itself with yours, with a cart filled to the bream with sugar as the rest of the people in line looked at you in confusion. 

Nothing that you hated more than getting back home and him refusing to let you help carry the bags inside, taking all ‘groceries’ and laying them all out on the table so the two of you, because of course he wanted you involved in the process, could figure out what would be the best way to organize the countless sweets.

Nothing that you hated more than staring at a filled pantry, doomed to stay the same. Nothing that you hated more than the heavy weight that had settled on your chest ever since that day. Nothing that you hated more than the echo of only one pair of footsteps, decayingly slow as they dragged against the wooden floors, instead of two that had slowly but surely learned to harmonize in spite their distinctiveness.

A pantry filled with an infinite supply of sugary essence that laid untouched just like his side of the bed. Just like the neat yet messy folded clothes inside his side of the closet. Just like his toothbrush next to yours in the ugly mug he had bought the same day you moved in. 

Like his neatly folded glasses sitting on the kitchen counter Like the white t-shirt that sat on the small armchair next to the window and the pair of matching slippers he had forgotten to put back on the shoe rack after he had left in a hurry that dreaded fall day. 

Untouched like all the things he had left behind, including the question that remained unasked, cursed to stay inside the tiny velvet box hidden in the depths of his bedside drawer.

Gojo Satoru had ruined your routine once by forcing an almost weekly “sugar-only” supermarket run to your already busy sorcerer schedule, and now he was ruining it again by leaving the pantry forever untouched.

© all works belong to satoruly

[thelocalscepticx]

the atlas paradox after thoughts

{SPOILERS}

- callum is so broken and i think hes such an interesting character to analyze. like the thoughts of 'if you could feel everyones emotions all the time, you would have to shut off your own or you would fucking shatter'

-tristan needs to get his shit together ngl

- NICO AND GIDEON FINALLY

- hc libby is a lesbian and belen deserved better

- libby is imo the most cruel and manipulative person of the six. it was true in the first book its true now

- tho we love a corruption arc

- ngl kinda hope ezra lives. like did he do shitty things? yes. should you kidnap ur ex to 'save the world'? probably not. did i disagree with some of his philosophy and reasonings.... next question. also the fact that i think that that interaction would be really fucking fascinating. (i just want to have him and atlas yell at eachother more so i can critique their relationship more)

- parisa is and always will be the queen of my heart. i want more callum and parisa moments im the next book because i think theyre so similar and seeing their banter cracks me up

- if libby and tristan end up together i will literally cry and throw up and shit my pants in rage they are AWFUL together.

- belen deserved better pt 2

- i think reina didnt do much this book (other than possibly draft a damn pantheon) so im hoping we see her research come to fruition in the next book

- suddenly i love dalton? like him and parisa burning it to the ground? mania? madness? im living for it

-callum x tristan supremacy. they remind me of those broken plates that you mend with gold and they become more beautiful

- does anyone remember all the shit callum said about the 6 in the first book?

"Libby Rhodes was an anxious impending meltdown whose decisions were based entirely on what she had allowed the world to shape her into. She was more powerful than all of them except for Nico, and of course she was. Because that was her curse: regardless of how much power she possessed, she lacked the dauntlessness to misuse it. She was too small-minded, too un-hungry for that. Too trapped within the cage of her own fears, her desires to be liked. The day she woke up and realized she could make her own world would be a dangerous one, but it was so unlikely it hardly kelt Callum up at night." (301)

"'Parisa is dangerous. She is angry," he clarified. "She is furious, vindictive, spiteful, naturally misanthropic. If she had Libby's power, or Nico's, she would have destroyed what remains of society by now...[she's here] to find a way to do it...Destroy things. The world possibly. Or control it. Whatever option suits her when she find it"'(305)

"Libby was a hero. Parisa was a villain. They would both be disappointed in the end." (300)

the way that all of this is being brought up again in TAP is beautiful

- callum is on his way to some sort of redemption/selfless arc i can TASTE IT and i crave it.

- everyone is hot. all the time. it hurts me

- blake is great at gaslighting me into making me think i understand any of the mathematic scientific bs they talk about at any given time

- theyre all so broken and in need of therapy

- i want callum to verbally destroy adrian caine

- i want all of them to succeed in their funky lil goals and become gods (except libby)

- speaking of libby- i think shed be a great villain

anyways. this series? owns my mf ass

[vieapuff]

Do you have any more plans to post about your mysme au. Im very invested in it

I try not to spam my random ideas bcs im scared people may find me annoying for it but honestly if people are interested i wouldnt mind talking more about it here !! I mainly write a lot of my random thoughts or writings on my au on my mysme spam twitter (femseven)

But heres a piece of crumb for the tumblr people, Saejoong expects Saeyoung to be the person who follows his footsteps and be an influencial politician for him, because of most of the attention is being put on Saeyoung, Saeran gets neglected most of the time. Saeran may have more freedom to be able to do what he wants (gardening, drawing etc) compared to Saeyoung (who most of the time, is studying and has no idea what he wants and who he is as a person besides being Saejoong’s “hope”), but he still feels a lack of affection from Saejoong that, normally a child would crave which would lead to him getting easily manipulated by Saejoong very easily. Saeyoung never voices his frustrations, concerns and sadness about being pressured by Saejoong because he’s ALSO manipulated into thinking that if he complains, hes being ungrateful to what Saejoong has given to him up until now. So without any information from Saeran’s perspective, he feels spiteful and jealous of Saeyoung and the attention he gets from Saejoong which leads to an argument between both the twins and they end up not talking to each other for 2 weeks, Saeyoung is spiraling and Yoosung and Maycee tries to help the both of them reconcile. This all happens in arc 2 (theres 4 arcs in my au, i’ll explain if interested :3)

[witch-sweets]

I've been thinking about the pure irony of Snatchers fire magic. Like he died presumably from hypothermia if anything ice would be the magic he'd use but no he uses fire and Im gonna hyperfixate on it for a minute because i think it's actually a pretty interesting thing to think about especially when i think about what we know about his personality.

Snatcher is to put it lightly very bitter about quite a few things he's a character rooted in anger. And it shows. Despite the constant smile he's always passive aggressive when interacting with Hat Kid especially after his boss fight often using a tone that's dripping with spite or annoyance. And even though it was scrapped from the game during his interaction with Mu we can see how easily offended he is literally yeeting her out of his forest because she thinks it's cliche.

Due to all of this along with some other lines we can assume one of his many complicated feelings towards Vannesa is hatred. It's very obvious that Snatcher resents her in a way even if there's still that fondness left over from his life. He's disassociated from his life entirely and he knows what she did was wrong and yet he can't help but still be drawn to her memory. The memory of the girl he loved. And that's frustrating enraging even. Imagine if the person you loved the person you would give everything for killed you. There would be only 2 choices either cling to the sorrow and be stuck in a spiral of "I could've done better" or get angry dissociate from that person who used to love them and try to move on despite the fact that deep down you still love them and you can never fully sperate yourself from who you used to be.

It obvious which option Snatcher chose which lead to him being as hateful as he is now

And this is where the fire comes in fire is commonly associated with anger and the burning feeling of passion perhaps in this case a passionate hatred.

Symbolically Vannesa being ice and Snatcher being fire makes perfect sense. Vannesa is a cold person who turned her back on those she was supposed to lead and Snatcher is a spiteful ghoul who has an passionate hatred for his icy ex.

However anyone who died in a cold dark cellar would crave warmth and light after that

So maybe giving the broken royal who froze to death fire magic was a show of mercy...

[oreo-creampie]

th- THANKS FOR THE FOLLOW OMG?!1!1?1!?#?$3!3?3!3(3(4?_1(1!3?49(

HOLY SHIT IM SO FUCKING STARSTRUCK

oh!!!!! and!!! do you have any tips on writing smut that involves a hard shell character (whos rly mean on the outside but he would die for u in reality)

aaking because you're so fuuuucking good at it

i plan to binge your masterlists today to study more about smut writing too! (for my upcoming genshin fic that is)

hehe, thank you so much for the follow! im so damn awestruck right now and it was such a treat waking up to your notif!

Ok so this is half mini analysis, and part me just gushing.

Toji is my favorite when it comes to hardass who is soft for his s/o. He’s cold, brash, upfront, defensive, and calculating. It’s easier when I can answer to why they are like that. Which is where we get into character back story.

Toji neglected and beaten by his by his parents wouldn’t have an easy attachment style. Cold, standoffish and crude due to barely being shown a scrap of love had made him a rather heartless man. In reality he would be a walking red flag to stay away from.

It’s the calculating part that majorly comes into play with him being a softie. Chances are when he starts fooling around with someone it’s for two things sex and money. He is aware that being charming, using his good looks and sweet talking is going to help him get his way.

Would likely brush off/ignore most advances towards a romantic relationship, a sexual one would be easier to get with him. Which might lead to a romantic one, if he starts staying afterward because it’s a free place to crash and morning sex

He would crave while also reject softer intimacy. Such as hand holding, cuddling, forehead kisses, hugging you close. It starts off with pulling you in his lap, putting a sexual tone to it makes it feel less vulnerable.

Since I doubt he was valued, or validated emotionally so when he finally gets that from someone who sees toji for toji, flaws and all, he is a bit of a sucker for it. When he drinks a little too much, he opens up about his childhood, and hearing you validate how shitty it was and how he should have been treated better makes his heart beat faster. Has him softening up for the reader.

It helps to think about Toji at all given stages of the relationship within any given fic. From when they met to him falling in love, it would be a process that would take years before the finally said it.

But he would show it in his actions, for being a smooth talker he fumbles when it comes to vulnerable emotions. And with the reader he would be nothing but vulnerable when he is falling for them.

So while he might still sound rough, his sweet actions let you know more about his true intention. But at the same time Toji can't be too mean, otherwise that jumps into abusive territory.

As a calculating man he is very aware of his words and their affect. And once he cares for you, he doesn't want to hurt you. Unless it for kinky fun times. So this is where I head canon him changing small part of himself, this is where the softening begins.

I try to think about it from Toji’s perspective. Abused, neglected, beaten and hated on by most of the people around him. The thrived outta spite and became hard because of it.

Now there is this beauty of a person who is gentle with him, seeing his flaws but accepts him anyway, loves him anyway. Gives him all the patience and understanding he needs, at first its off putting. He isn't used to it, but he kind of likes it.

He would put some space but find himself thinking about the size difference of your hand. The warmth of your smile, the sweet way you say his name, the sparkle in your eyes that reserved for him.

He wants to hold you close, check in on your safety. So he comes back, you don't have questions for where he is been and there is no anger for his absent. Just concern on if he is taking care of himself.

Never having someone give a fuck if he eats, breaths or sleeps would be the norm. So you worrying for his well being is welcomed and addictive so he wants more. It has him coming back for more.

When in a relationship he is loyal, he’s smart and knows that eventually you'll catch him cheating. Every cheater gets caught at some point, so once he has chosen you. You’re his everything

Romantizing the reader through their eyes. Of course they are gonna soften up for you, you’re their everything, the one person who they feel comfortable with, who holds they heart. Toji love sick when it comes to his love, so attached to his partner he is willing to kill for them

They know you like a book and you can read him just as well. He knows he doesn't have to be the most love dovey always. That you understand he is rough around the edges, but love them anyway

[dojae-huh]

i liked his other song more, i found in it that lucas was more himself, carefree as he used to be and i was glad to see that, i think he should focus on that. i think you missed my main point that the scandal is irrelevant now. it doesn't matter because sm made it not matter. you assumed that because i have a very pragmatic view of the scandal (focused solely on facts and not hearsay) that i couldn't check out his mv with an open mind, but i did. yes, we exist! normal people in kpop fandom. i know, it's strange in such an all-or-nothing fandom. regardless, renegade still doesn't fit him imo. but how will i know if like his music if i don't check it out? yes, many people checked it out of spite, they hate-watch it, just to make mean tweets about it. but that's not universally true. and we can talk about what we like and don't like in music, what works and doesn't, without being hateful. you give reviews of music here too, and say what you dislike and like. haters will always hate, and honestly, i don't care for them or to watch what they say. if i don't like something i tune it out, block the words on twitter. i don't feel the need to hate on him and waste my energy on that. but i'm also allowed to say i don't like a song. reviews on music aren't exclusive to people who love an idol with unwavering support before the music is released - that makes no sense, otherwise, no one would find new artists to like. and about "if someone hates an idol they shouldn't engage" that sounds unrealistic when kpop stan twt thrives off: hate-trains, bashing, performative outrage, fights and arguments, pity parties, and "my idol is better than yours". that's basically kpop twt. hate tweets go viral more than praise ones. stans crave this type of thing. hating on the internet is what gives people entertainment in this day and age. and im not lauding this behavior, i think it's weird, but it's observable evidence. so being an idol means inevitably, at one point in time, fans will throw harsh words and tomatoes at you. i think idols are aware of this too. sitting here thinking "why must haters talk about lucas if they don't like him" like other anon was wandering misses the point that today it is lucas, yesterday was huh yunjin, december was jeon somi, before was taeyong and the MiA idols, and tomorrow will be another, in an endless cycle of never-ending hating and bashing. the only way to escape it completely is to not have twitter because stans wont stop hating. this is their entertainment, their modern online coliseum. so anon, don't be shy about blocking people you see saying things you don't like, don't engage with it or else the algorithm will think you like that type of content. there is no point talking to haters, it's best to just block on sight (it's what i do). it helps curate a more enjoyable experience for those who want to still use twt like myself but don't wanna be bombarded with hate all the time.

[sentfromtheoceanfloor]

07.10.2023

in witness protection

before we begin, may we step out to smoke? thanks, officer manchild. you don't need to be there

i fear connection the way He fears crucifixion

but in witness protection i made a correction

I make the selection, i bear the rejection,

then i start collections, escaping your detection

It's just an obsession with all of your confessions

mulling over aggression, not peaceful ascension,

I splinter my attention to counteract your tension

ignore all my regression and deepening depression

You thrive on fragility, i thrive in futility.

Alone in our city with no sense or sensibility,

a mental disability still an impossibility.

all i crave from you is deeper humility.

forgive me if i seem distracted, im trying to decode whether you like me or not today,

I'm sorry for how I'm acting lately, my silly facade is cracking daily

because now, in spite of the way i added you to my life permanently,

i can see your future. but all i can do is watch, because you are the fire, you are the forest, and you are the witness watching it. life should be more than this, my fiercest friend.

i lay on your shag, absentmindedly shoving the once soft fabric between my nails. the fibers are likely still there, another microscopic bit of evidence that no one can ever take.

My fears are shallow and powerful like tides, but when i pull back i am dry, devastated and dark.

i am a prophet, it says so in the stars and it says so all over their faces. You make countless assumptions and fail to remember that i am evil too, just like the rest of them.

i love you in a way that i could only love myself. and so i will stay here near you, one eye on the road and the other on the two of us.

secretly I fear the day you turn on me.

i expect it with hollow certainty.

all love has a price, however small. i won your heart those years ago with my unhinged charm, and you won mine with yours. and now we're special. you are a beautiful and loving spirit. how lucky i am to be hurt by you.

sent from the ocean floor

[watcherwatts]

[THE SCIENTIST HUFFS A SLIGHT LAUGH, ONE OF GENUINE HUMOUR] asking for a "friend," are we? sounds like you are asking these questions due to your own current experience...

of course, ill answer anyway, you are... rather interesting, after all. [IT TAKES A LARGE INHALE, AS IF PREPARING ITSELF, AND EXHALES SLOW AND CALM] let me tell you a story, friend...

many, many years ago, shortly after pupating, i entered the human work force. there was a job opening at this laboratory, it was part of a university, and i thought it would be a brilliant idea to disguise myself and infiltrate the place. i just wanted an opportunity to learn more. a chance to observe and study the human species while also getting a chance to further educate myself in various sciences. they hired me, and things were going well. i was one of three junior chemists, and.. it was fun. i dont use the word fun very often, but...its the only way i can describe it. however, it didnt last long. one of my co-workers, a fellow junior chemist in fact, snitched. i dont know how they knew...how they knew who- what. i am...all though...looking at it now...my disguise perhaps is not the greatest. anyway, they snitched. i wasnt aware until the latter night, when a group of people followed me home, attacked me, and brought me to what i assume was a form of observation room. i wont get into the gorey details, mostly due to the fact my brain has blocked a lot of it out...but...i lost my wings that day. they forced this poor girl to just...slice them off essentially....[THE SCIENTIST WEDGES ITS LARGE HANDS UNDERNEATH ITS PAPER PLATE MASK AND QUICKLY RUBS AT ITS STINGING EYES]

do you know what its like to have everything forcefully ripped away from you? im not sure how knowledgeable you are in mothperson culture, but our wings not only give us the ability to fly, but they are status symbols as well. i wont get too much into it now, but...to a mothperson, the worst thing that can happen to them is loosing their wings...even just one. i was shunned from my own species, they exiled me.

you ask how loss has changed me...it changed everything. i used to soar amongst the stars, dipping in and out of clouds, waving hello to the moon...and now? now i am crashing full speed toward the rocky ground, praying my ending is quick. i used to be a shooting star, my friend...although i suppose, all shooting stars really are...are meteors. [THE SCIENTIST CHOKES OUT A DEFEATED LAUGH]

[IT BREATHES AGAIN, LIKE BEFORE] however, i am no less of a mothperson. i may not have my wings, nor my community, but that does not change who i am. do you understand ? loss...it hurts. loss is a hurt that never leaves, it will scan over and scar, but it never...never stops hurting. one day, it will only be a dull ache in the back of tour soul...but it will always be there, and there will always be reminders that make that pain flare...yet...i suppose sometimes thats a good thing. a reminder of who you are- were. and sometimes that makes it worse.

im- im getting off track. [IT SIGHS]

you ask how i maintain...i an a creature of spite, my friend. i am a burning star, a flaming chunk of rock hurdling to the earth just to show them all what i really am. to say "LOOK AT ME, I DONT NEED YOU! LOOK AT HOW STRONG I AM!" as i crash into the earths surface, destruction in my path. i do not maintain, i build and plot and scheme and my great big plans as i crave and yearn and mourn the being i once was. when i was kind...proud...fearless...happy. i used to want to collect as much knowledge my brain could handle and spread that information to the world. and now, i collect as much knowledge my brain can handle and hoard it as i create for destruction.

i am a pathetic person. the reason, my friend, why i am helping you? our situations, i feel are similar. i see a lot of me in you, or-er...vice-versa, im not sure. whatever, anyway. i am helping you, because you remind me of myself. however, you still have...or perhaps had, people who care. i am helping you in your plans, and i am leading you into the wrong path. a path built on hurt. one of darkness, one of despair. because i am not a good person my friend, and i hope that with this conversation, you realize that you are not too late to change, unlike i. i find you interesting, fascinating. i want to see how far you will go. the Big One is finished, so is the instrument. [THE SCIENTIST, DESPITE NOT HAVING THE PROPER FACIAL FEATURES TO DO SO, SMILES] do you understand?

scientist.

it'S good To finally MEET in the... Well. maybE flesh for YOU?

how Are Your PROJECTS?

ah, hello. its good to meet indeed. the projects are going very well...infact, the Big One shall be finished, quite literally, any moment now...

[rottingreveries]

YOU DON'T GOTTA LIKE ME, YOUR BITCH DO!

pairing: hanma shuji x AFAB!reader (they/them pronouns)

rating: NSFW! MDNI.

synopsis: your boyfriend hates hanma, though you imagine you'd also hate the person who was fucking your significant other better than you were.

cw: infidelity, heavy cursing, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, slapping, dacryphilia, dumbification, mention of edging, mating press, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, creampie, hanma calls you a bitch, size kink kinda, very light choking, hanma both takes and sends a pic while fucking you, you breakup with your bf over the phone while getting absolutely railed!

wc: 1,386

a/n: another repost from my old blog :) also i do not condone cheating, this is JUST fiction

"i just can't fuckin' stand him, y'know? and it's not that i don't trust you, baby, i don't trust him. he knows i hate him, so i bet he's just trying to get close to you to spite me or something."

right, him. your boyfriend hates hanma, the very one who's between your legs at the moment. he grins wolfishly at your boyfriend's words, hands gripping the back of your soft thighs and pushing them towards your chest.

"mmh, i get it," you mumble into your phone. your gaze is steady on hanma— watching, waiting as he teases your clit with the tip of his cock. "hey, i-i gotta go. i'll talk t-to you tomorrow."

"wait, are you okay?"

no. no, you're absolutely not okay. hanma has been edging you for a fucking hour and, on top of that, you've had to listen to your boyfriend drone on, and on, and on about just how much he doesn't like hanma. you're out of your fucking mind and you might either cry or scream if he doesn't fuck you they way you've been craving.

"yeah—“ you breathe, “yeah, just sleepy, 's all."

he hums softly, "oh, alright. then yeah, i'll talk to you—“

your phone slips from your hand as hanma finally sinks into you, and for once he's not being completely merciless and fucking his full length into your cunt in one swift thrust like he usually does. you fumble for your phone and the tips of your fingers tap away at the screen in search of the hang up button with reckless abandon.

but hanma, as cruel as he is, suddenly drags his hips back just to drive the entirety of his cock back inside you. you breathe out a choked gasp just before you manage to hang up, eyes wide at his actions. you lied, he’s just as fucking merciless as he always is and he makes sure to prove that point at any given opportunity.

and he’s especially cruel today because when he’d usually make you cum two or three times before even thinking about fucking you, he hasn’t made you cum even once. he’s too big and with barely any prep, the stretch is borderline unbearable.

"shuji!" you cry in protest, your palms pressing against his hips, "fuck— h-hold on!"

“whatsa matter, i’m too big for you now?” he teases you, laughing at the tears pooling in your eyes and slapping your hands away. “ha—what if your boyfriend saw you right now? think he’d be upset that i’m fuckin’ you better?”

your eyes widen again and hanma smirks, "maybe he'd finally learn how to fuck your greedy pussy, huh? think we should show ‘im how good i fuck you?”

"shuji—“ you attempt to complain, but it dies on the tip of your tongue when he grabs your shoulders and fucks you further into his mattress. "shuji!”

it's not a complaint anymore, you're pleading, hands grasping at his wrists to try to ground yourself. your thighs are pressed to your chest and he's too fucking deep— it feels so good that it hurts, and you love it. even as his tip keeps hitting your cervix, you can’t even begin to care, you just want all of him.

"yeah? knew you'd fuckin' like that. fuck, your boyfriend's all worried about the bitch who's whorin' themselves out to me. such a slut, just for me." and hanma is mean as always, grabbing your face only to slap you a second later to get your attention. "you listenin' to me?"

"yes! yes, yes, jus' for you— all for you—“

that's it, he thinks, grin widening at the notion of having already reduced you to this. he loves when you're like this— dumb on his cock, teary eyed, and babbling unashamedly.

hanma leans back on his knees, grabbing your phone and typing your passcode in with muscle memory alone. he can tell you're about to cum, it's when you're most agreeable, letting him do as he pleases while you lift your hips greedily to meet each thrust.

"i'm cumming— fuck, i'm— please—“

you stumble over your own words, stuttering and shaking underneath him and you cum with a pretty cry that's like fucking music to hanma's ears. he snaps a blurry picture and doesn’t bother to retake it, as he can't find it in himself to do so when your walls start to tighten around his dick. he sends it regardless, and to add salt to the wound he's causing, he sends a second text that simply reads -hanma ♡.

"’m jus’ gonna tell him," you blurt in the midst of your high, "fuck— fuck, oh god— 'want you, shuji!”

hanma's hips still entirely for a second because despite all odds, you've actually managed to catch him off guard for once. panic flickers in your chest, thinking maybe you’ve said the wrong thing, but somehow he starts to rut into you impossibly harder, making his headboard knock rhythmically against the wall with each thrust.

"ah, fuck," hanma huffs out, dropping your phone and pressing your thighs further against your chest instead, "you want me, huh?”

you do— you shouldn’t, but you fucking do, and you curse yourself for it. you seem to have forgotten just who he is and what he does for a living— that he has killed people, he’s fucking dangerous, and he could even kill you without so much as batting an eye if you pushed him to do so.

but maybe that makes him all the more enticing, which is simply an added bonus to just how damn well he fucks you. your pride be damned, you don't fucking care about how bad of an idea this is, of course you want him.

“i-i swear, yes, oh my— fuck, yes—“

your phone starts to ring and without a second thought, hanma picks it up and holds it to your ear. you said you’d tell your boyfriend, so he’s gonna fucking make sure you do. his other hand is wrapped loosely around your neck, a sinister kind of glint in his eyes. you know what to do, and you have absolutely no shame in doing so.

“what the fuck was that—“

“i’m breakin’ up with you,” you tell him bluntly, your voice shaking and whiney. hanma grins and moves his hand from your neck, using his thumb to rub tight circles over your neglected clit. “ah—! shit, we-we’re done—“

that’s enough for hanma. he tugs the phone away and hangs up, tossing it somewhere— he doesn’t care where it lands or if it cracks, and neither do you. your wet cunt feels way too fucking good wrapped around his cock, he’ll just buy you a new one if he has to. he thinks he’d buy anything you fucking asked for as long as you keep letting him use you as he pleases.

“cum,” he says, almost sounding like he’s out of breath, “make a fuckin’ mess on my cock—“

you don’t have to be told twice, and you cum again practically on fucking command, squirting all over the shirt he didn’t bother taking off. hanma laughs and you cling desperately to him, tears spilling over your cheeks as you already feel like you could cum again, despite your exhaustion.

hanma’s hips start to stutter and he groans, “‘m gonna ruin you for other fuckin’ men, y’know that?” his words are white noise to you, you don’t know what the fuck he’s rambling about and yet you still nod and plead all the same. “gonna make you my personal fuckin’ toy—“

without even realizing, you’re cumming again, clenching around his cock even tighter than before, and that’s what finally does it for hanma. his hands grip your thighs so tightly that you’re certain they’ve already bruised, and he releases deep inside you with a low, raspy groan— one you’ve come to relish because he rarely ever allows you to hear it.

“fuck,” he lets out an airy laugh as he slowly pulls out to watch his cum drip out of you. this might be his favorite part, he thinks.

there��s a wide smirk on his face and you quickly shake your head, “god, shu’, no—“

“we should show him how hot you look like this, too, don’tcha think? maybe we’ll make a video for him.~”

[lucky-draws]

thinking abt the coincidence/fate/parallel thingy of big boss being in the coma for 9 years aka exactly the same amount of years as the age gap between him and ocelot.

because it's like. at first you have ocelot as the bratty rookie kid falling for the older supersoldier guy and maybe ocelot spends years trying to bridge that gap, to prove himself, to impress, to make bb notice him. but then. once the coma happens and bb wakes up again suddenly it's all different.

ocelot is now 39 aka the same age as bb when he went under. and during the 9 years ocelot has grown up while bb has slept, unchanging, so while bb is now physically 48 really they're mentally sort of the same age. equals now. (but it took a tragedy and 9 missing years of bb's life to get to this.)

but ALSO do u ever think abt. the sheer amount of trust they have in each other in 84. ocelot is entrusting bb with the words to wake him up from his hypnosis. bb is entrusting ocelot to carry out the phantom plan. but it's LIKE. it's not that trust itself but the context of it. like. [continued below]

i think of them as being always sort of scared of each other in some ways. like it's a contradiction of bb knowing ocelot has pledged his loyalty and yet being wary of ocelot all the same. and ocelot for all his ability is still sort of at the mercy of bb like anyone else is. and maybe more so because bb knows the extent of ocelot's feelings for him. (in my mind.) there's power in that fact bc bb knows that ocelot will likely do whatever bb asks of him if it's in bb's best interests.

but also on a more general level they're both such deadly killers. neither is more powerful than the other in terms of a simple physical fight. they're both predators; it's not cat and mouse. and they're opposites in many ways and could even hate each other in some ways but at the same time they're the only people alive who can properly understand each other. and they're linked together by the you killed my mom thing whether they like it or not. i digress but the point is.

they're red string of fate intertwined in weird twisted ways and bb has all sorts of conflicting feelings about ocelot and ocelot although he's madly in love is also so coldly rational at the same time that you never know what he might do and they're locked in this tense thing of mutually assured destruction and fucked up dynamics BUT.

in spite of this they "trust" each other. in 84 bb's life (his safety) is in ocelot's hands. and ocelot's life (his real memories) is in bb's hands. they know they'll meet again, because how could they not. they're inseparable from each other but not even inherently in a romantic way they're just like that.

they almost blur into one. they're both monstrous, they're both deadly. when they fight with each other it's like something they could never find in anyone else. maybe ocelot tried to find it in kaz during the 9 years, but it wasn't the same. kaz is a warrior, a liar, a manipulator, a betrayer, sure; but amongst his lack of morals and his confused cravings for power, control, money, sex, blood, a place to belong, whatever, there's something deep down in him, some kindness or compassion of some sort maybe, which prevents him from ever fully becoming all monster and no man.

whereas with bb it's different. they're both equally insane. when they fight they don't hold back; their eyes glow red.

they're both "sons of the boss" too, of course, which is a whole kinda thing. maybe ocelot hates that bb sees her in him; but maybe he's also glad of it, bc if she wasn't his mother, maybe bb wouldn't bother to keep him around at all. and he can't pretend he's never been curious about his mother, and bb is one of the only people he knows who knew her; so while he might like to forget her, to pretend that she's dead and gone, it's not really like that. and ocelot knows better than most people whether the dead really stay gone or not.

which brings me to something else im thinking abt. like what if it's 1999 and john is dead, everyone says he's dead, killed by his son, but if that's true then why hasn't ocelot seen him? OK, some people don't come back as ghosts, but John's soul hardly deserves to rest in peace. every time it rains he's all antsy, wondering if this time bb will show up, but he never does. and ocelot is as rational, logical and calculating as he is hopelessly in love so he thinks about it and draws two possible conclusions. either bb is genuinely at peace, or he isn't actually dead. it's entirely possible that he's still alive - stranger things have happened, and the man does seem to lead a charmed life. and maybe somehow he manages to hear something from someone that bb is in a coma again. but - my god, if that is true, how long will it be this time? another 9 years? he doesn't even know where john is this time. it's 75 all over again. he should have been there when the crash happened; he should have been there in zanzibarland.

so anyway. too long did not read. do you ever feel just a tiny little bit insane about bosselot. because of things like these.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

omg condoms now I like need to see Felix teasing Pepa with wearing one because he's being an asshole and giving her hell about how she's already pregnant - however early- so what does she really NEED him to cum inside her for?

I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ASK LETS GOOOOO-

Félix had just gotten the news that he was going to be a dad yet again. If that news wasn't exciting enough, he found out that him and Pepa are having the first Madrigal grandson. Pepa was happy, Abuela was overjoyed, and he was so damn excited, he was telling EVERYONE. Including the poor clerk who was sitting there, waiting for Félix to just buy what he needed to buy, and shut the fuck up already.

"And I'm going to have a SON! The only son in the family since my brother in law, you should see my wife, she's just GLOWING-"

"I'm happy for you, really. But I'm trying to close on time here."

"Oh. Sorry. Been telling everyone today. I even went to the confessional to tell the father."

Finally finishing his exchange, he whistled as he immediately made his way home. He had a wife to come home to, three months pregnant no less. She wanted her snacks, as weird as they were. He walked into the Casita, and immediately jumped at the sudden thunder. Oh no. Oh no, someone upset his Pepita. He went to the source (Félix had grown a talent for finding her when she stormed, it was sort of impressive), and there was everyone, sitting around the table, having tea. Everyone looked relieved to see him.

"Pepa, lo siento-Im so sorry I took so long with the snacks. You must be SO grumpy. How are your feet? They must hurt. Do you want me to carry you upstairs so I can rub them for you?"

"...si."

He knew that wasn't why she was mad. But making the excuse for her and taking her upstairs, was the perfect opportunity to get her to let out her frustration. After checking that Dolores was still taking her nap (thank God for sound proof rooms), he guided Pepa to her room, and the second he shut the door and had her sit down, it ROARED In thunder. He swore it almost took out all the lights in the house.

"Snacks?"

"Now."

He handed her the bag of snacks, and watched her indulge her rather weird cravings. Ice cream with fish, cupcakes with roasted corn, empanadas with beef and cinnamon with sugar, honey and chicken- it was a mess of food that was wasn't even enjoying. She was just scarfing it down, angrily with an absolute fury. He hesitated for a minute, before he decided to intervene.

"Pepa, stop! You're going to make your stomach hurt!"

Pepa cried out in anger upon him snatching the snacks away. She looked ready to kill him, before he crouched down, and put his hand on her knee. She sighed.

"It's because of the baby."

"What's wrong with the baby? Is it unhealthy? Does something feel wrong?"

"No. It's because of HER baby."

Félix immediately knew what was happening now. Julieta probably announced she was pregnant too, and Alma was probably giving HER more attention now. Félix was happy for them, Augustín deserved to have another delightful child to go with his two young daughters. But Pepa was upset. He set the snacks down on the counter, and sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her frame. His hand settled on her hip comfortably, and her head rested on his shoulder. No more thunder, but there was rain, and tears.

"Pepi, mi amor, I'm so sorry. I understand why you're upset."

Pepa sniffed, banging her fists on her lap.

"No es justo. I try so hard to get pregnant, and when I finally am, SHE has to come In and steal my thunder! I was special to mi mamá for ONCE! Now it's all about HER! I bet she'll even have a son, just to spite me!"

Ever since Bruno sort of 'fell from grace' back in their teens, Julieta has always sort of been Alma's favorite. He sighed. To him, Pepa was worth so much more, and she didn't need the approval. But he grew up differently, he couldn't just up and say that. What he COULD do, is support her, and try to get her to focus on the important stuff.

"Pepa, I'm sorry. I know you try so hard to please your mamá. But you need to focus on the important things. Like that the family is growing, that we're pregnant, and with the first Madrigal son since your brother! You can be upset, you have every right to be. But I'm the happiest man in the Encanto. I'm blessed to be here right now, with you, with him."

He put his other hand on her wet stomach, and she sighed. She still cried for a minute, and that was fine. She deserved it. And when she finally stopped crying, she looked up at him, a pout on her face.

"Beso."

"Of course, mi Pepa. Beso for him,"

He leaned down to kiss her stomach, trying not to laugh at her pout, adorable as it was.

"And un beso para ti."

He reached up to kiss her lips. Once. Twice. Thrice. And that was enough for Pepa to start to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. She was so greedy. Pregnant Pepa wanted the whole world, and he was ready to give it to her.

"Félix. Porfavor cuidame."

He obeyed. He was careful as he laid her on her back, on top of the mountain of pillows, before kissing down the length of her body. He held her body tenderly and sweetly, wanting her to feel the love he had in his big, stupid heart.

"I'll take care of you. I'll do anything for you. I'll give you EXACTLY what you need."

He stripped her down, not in a frenzy, but definitely not taking his sweet time with it. Her pregnant body was stunning. Her breasts had grown, just slightly, her baby bump was small, but still pretty obvious if you looked for more than a few seconds. She was gorgeous. Getting her to be his wife, much less pregnant, was one of his greatest accomplishments in life. He was about to take off his pants, when she nudged his shoulder, clouds over her head in slight annoyance.

"You're forgetting something, Félix."

He didn't know what she meant at first, before it clicked.

"Lo siento. How could I forget?"

He took off his shirt, making quite the show of it (if you can't perform for your wife, you're doing it wrong), and watching as the cloud vanished, alongside her bitter scowl. She loved him without his shirt, sometimes it was enough for her to touch herself to.

"Mucho mejor~...now come kiss your wife, she needs you."

Pregnant Pepa was somehow more restless than normal Pepa. If she didn't cum at least three times a day, she'd thunder and storm until she got her way. It was a full time job, and he took it seriously. He leaned in to kiss her, practically feeling her purr as her hands felt around his body. She loved his body since the first time she saw it, and that stroked his ego like you couldn't imagine. She was so occupied with kissing him, with feeling his body hair under her hands, that she didn't notice what he was doing. He reached over to the bag that he put on the floor, and pulled out a condom.

"You want me, Pepa?"

"Yes. Please, please, I need you, n-now."

Her eyes locked onto his, trying to convey her desperation. She didn't even notice he was rolling the condom over his hard cock.

"You'll get me, Pepi. All of me. Cuida tu cabeza niño."

He loved making that stupid joke. He pushed the tip past her wet folds, and watched her fall into pure bliss. That is, until it clicked.

"Are you. Are you fucking wearing a condom?"

Oh she was already getting snippy. He held her hands over her head, keeping her from reaching down and try to yank it off. She'll get to, just not yet. He pushed himself in and out of her, giving some form of relief, but not the kind she wanted. She looked like she wanted to bite his face off.

"Si. I just bought a pack. What, does that made you mad?"

He was careful with her, for the babies sake, but that didn't stop him from bucking into her pussy, just how she liked. She was soaking wet, pussy spilling juices with every thrust. She was loving this, his heavy body against hers, cock stretching her out properly, and hands digging into her skin just right. It was so close to being everything she wanted. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, and the aroused side of her adored it, but the angry part of her forced a snarl from her lips.

"I hate it when you do this, It's not FAIR. You know I want it."

"You're getting it. I'm fucking your cute little cunt as we speak. I don't know why you're so upset."

He did. She HATED condoms. Most women demanded men wear condoms, and he respected women who put up that boundary. But Pepa was the opposite. If she knew he bought condoms, she'd toss them out the window. She hated the feeling of a barrier in between them, of him being separated from her.

"You know WHY idiota estúpido. I'm going to kill you for this, it's bad enough I had to deal with my s-sister-"

Oh she was mad. But she was feeling so good simultaneously. Feeling him twitch inside of her, feeling him stretch and stuff her pussy just right. But that one thing that was off. The one thing that kept this from being perfect. He was driving his woman mad. He silenced her angry words with a few sweet, tender kisses.

"What is it you want then? Aren't you happy that Papi is fucking you? Your pussy seems happy, you're drooling and you're steaming the room, I don't see the problem."

She was going to beat him by the end of this. And he was READY for it.

"You know I want your fucking cum. It doesn't belong in this stupid condom- I HATE these things."

"But why would you need cum? You're already pregnant?"

She looked ready to throw him out the window. His dick was possibly the only thing keeping him from getting murdered by this FURIOUS woman. He loved it. He had to mentally tell himself not to cum from that look alone.

"Because I WANT IT."

He leaned down to kiss her cute nose, and she was surprised she didn't bite him. He was thrusting into her, making the bed creak under his weight, and he knew even that sound was getting to her. She wanted to cum already, but simultaneously she didn't, all because he was keeping that ONE thing from her. Félix chuckled, letting his lips roam to the nape of her neck. He cooed into her ear, just how she liked it.

"You don't need it. Cum is for babies, and you already have one. Why would you need all that messy, creamy cum?"

Putting the image in her head made her whine, and he could tell she was keeping herself from cumming. She wanted it, but wanted it properly. Her nails dug into his wrists, and he LOVED it. It was like feeding a wild cat in a cage. Hungry, but furious, wanting to strike.

"You know I want it, you're Un bruto for not giving it to me. I f-fucking-"

She was so close. She looked damn near close to tears, her voice was loud, desperate for him. No filter, not caring who heard her.

"I'm close, Pepa. I'm going to cum."

That got her SO mad. The thunder boomed outside, and he swore she was going to strike him down.

"Don't you cum in this stupid fucking condom, it doesn't deserve it, I do!!"

He met her eyes. Green as the field, as angry and bitter as a hurricane. He loved her.

"You deserve it? You deserve all the cum Papi has in his balls? You deserve Papi emptying himself into you?"

She nodded quickly, swallowing, ribbons of drool forming in her pretty little mouth.

"I deserve it!!! Dámelo! NOW!"

He pulled out of her, watching as her empty pussy seemed to be calling out to him, begging for him to finish. He let go of one of her hands, patting her cute little cheek.

"Then take it, Pepi."

She reached down immediately, yanking the condom off of him, and throwing it to the floor with so much anger, it was flattering. Imagine a woman wanting you so bad, she plucked the condom right from your cock in an effort to get your cum. It was so full of anger, of desperation. She did deserve this. He pushed himself back inside, balls deep, and as he rubbed her clit with his free hand, she came. It was a good orgasm, great even. But he knew that cumming inside of her immediately after, made it perfect.

Pumping her full of his cum, especially so soon after her own orgasm, he hit just the perfect spot. She was shamelessly loud in her bliss, eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as every drop of his seed seeped inside of her. He still fucked her through it, not wanting her pleasure to end so soon. They were slow, hard thrusts, like the true brute he was. He kissed her forehead as she fell limp in his arms, absolutely wiped. At least, for now.

"Joder, eso fue maravilloso...~"

Pepa may try to hide her emotions from time to time, but not ONCE had she tried to hide how pleased she was. If she wasn't happy, she'd let him fucking know. But this right here, was a VERY happy Pepa. He chuckled, licking the drool off her chin, just enough for her to gently shake under him.

"I love to please you, mi amor. I'm just glad you're not angry anymore~"

She grumbled, blush making her face somehow more beautiful.

"Mierda, I hate condoms. You EVER finish in one of those instead of me, I'll never forgive you."

"I'm all yours Pepi, I just like making you feel like you've earned it~"

She huffed.

"I'm going to throw them out the window. Or put them in her drawer, since ellas quieren joder como conejos."

He tried not to snort. She loved her sister, of course, but she still talked her fair share of shit.

"You're one to talk, mi pequeño conejito gordito, given how you're insatiable."

She fiddled with one of his curls, an all too familiar grin on her face.

"I mean, you aren't wrong. I definitely need more~"

"Geez Pepa- you gotta let a man breathe here!"

"Shame on you, making your wife wait."

Oh that pout. He couldn't say no. He couldn't get hard so soon, he was a non magical man (oh if he could get a gift), but that didn't stop his hand from starting to rub her clit in little circles.

"Shame on you, thinking I can't properly take care of my wife~"

THAT was the smile he liked seeing. The sunshine and rainbows was also quite the welcome sight.

"You're such a good Papi. I love you~"

"I love you too. Both of you~"

[mypoisonedvine]

can you please write some daddy! stucky x little! reader with some cockwarming and spanking and just being a cum slut for daddy’s special milk

okay so I took this amazing suggestion and REALLY ran with it... this is so nasty im putting the whole thing under a cut wowww... very nsfw, very heavy ddlg, very aggressive punishments with mean!daddy stucky, lots of cnc and pain kink and degradation plus dp and painal... it's wild

"dada pwease... I'll be good, I pwomise..."

bucky sighed, crossing his arms in disappointnent as he looked down at you. "you had your chance to be good, pumpkin, but you were naughty instead. now papa and I have to teach you a lesson."

you turned to your papa, steve, and your heart broke to see him looking at you with stoic sternness, his hands resting on his hips judgmentally. "pweeease papa, don't spank me... s'gonna hurt..."

"sorry baby but you more than earned it," steve sighed as he took a seat on one of the dining chairs nearby. "your dada's gonna help you take off your pull-up, and then you need to come over here and bend over my knee before I add five more spanks onto your punishment."

"yes, papa..." you mumbled as you felt bucky's hands relieve you of your diaper before you stepped out of it and crossed the room to where steve waited patiently, patting his knee for you to lay on. you squirmed a little in anticipation of the punishment but overall managed to avoid more of his anger.

"I'm gonna give you fifteen, and if you lose count we have to start over."

"but papa I can't count that high!"

"yes you can, stop acting stupid and count them for me, loud so we can both hear you."

loud wasn't a problem at all. he hit you hard enough that just the first one made tears sting your eyes instantly. "o-one!"

you looked up at bucky as you kept counting, little whines and whimpers turning quickly into real cries, each slap making you choke and sob louder. you were hoping he would take pity on you, but instead you saw his cock getting hard inside his jeans.

"I think you need a paci to keep you quiet," bucky decided after you could barely managed to say 'nine' due to the force of your crying. but he didn't go get your favorite pink glittery one, no, he was reaching for his belt to get his cock out and rub it on your lips. "go ahead and suck on it, pumpkin," he encouraged gruffly as he shoved it into your mouth, and you forced yourself to hold back the tears so you could focus on sucking him properly. suckling at his leaking head did help with the crying, to be honest, but it did little for the pain itself.

"looks like dada's trying to make you lose count..." your papa taunted. thankfully they were merciful enough to give you breaks from choking on dada bucky's cock so you could count for papa steve, and you breathed a sigh of relief when you reached fifteen and bucky knelt down to wipe your tears away.

"good job pumpkin, you took it well," bucky soothed you, stroking your hair gently as you let out weak little sobs. "you're almost done."

"a-almost?"

"you need a bigger punishment than just spanks, babydoll. you need to learn about patience."

and that you did: specifically, you learned that patience is awful.

"p-please let me move dada!" you begged, squirming on his lap as best you could while he held you down, his cock buried in you but not giving enough friction to provide any pleasure.

"I told you pumpkin, you can't move til I say so."

he held you still for what felt like forever, while papa kissed your neck and played with your tits and your button, whispering about how you were a good girl but you needed to l learn your lesson. you were right on the edge but you couldn't get there without your dada's cock moving in you.

"go ahead and move, pumpkin."

"thank you dada, thank you soooo much," you sobbed with relief, sighing and moaning when you got a chance to lift yourself on top of him. you didn't get much of a chance to do it yourself though, he was already lifting you effortlessly and moving you up and down himself, before quickly moving you to your hands and knees so he could fuck you more aggressively.

you looked up at your papa as you came, tears welling in your eyes from the intensity of the pleasure bucky was giving you.

"papa... I'm hungry..." you whimpered.

but this wasn't the way you said it when you wanted a snack. this was something else, and you knew he knew it. he grinned as he looked down at you. "what are you hungry for, babydoll?"

"wan' daddy's special milk..."

"yeah, I bet you do... if you do a good job and make papa feel good, you'll get lots of milk... is that what you want, sweetheart?"

you nodded and licked your lips, already salivating at the thought. you loved your daddies' milk so much, you craved it almost all the time. the only thing better than tasting and swallowing it was having it put as deep inside you as they could reach, and plugged up so it stayed. thankfully, with two daddies to take care of you, you never had to choose.

steve stuffed your mouth with his cock, holding you by your neck and fucking your throat.

being used at both ends made you feel incredible, you loved being your daddies' special little girl and making them feel good. you moaned happily when papa came all over your tongue, groaning and praising you as you swallowed every drop and sucked diligently to make sure you got all you could.

when he pulled out and you thanked him like always, you addressed bucky immediately. "please come in me dada, wan it in me..."

"yeah? are you daddy's little cumslut?"

"yes!! love it so so much, dada, please put it so deep in me..."

"I'm gonna fuck you really really hard, okay? but only because you asked me to come. no crying if it hurts."

"okie dada..."

you didn't cry, but you nearly screamed when he began to pound into you senselessly, slamming into your cervix with each thrust.

"it's too deep isn't it?"

you nodded, making him laugh. "oh baby, is dada ruining your tiny little pussy?"

you nodded again, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out.

bucky growled as he came, pumping into your abused hole and painting it with his release. you winced when he pulled out, feeling his come mix with yours as it leaked down your thighs

"poor thing, are you sore and achy?" steve cooed, grinning when you nodded. "it's not time for a break yet, I wanna get inside you too, baby."

"can't, papa, too tired."

"that's okay, then we'll just play a game instead. do you remember how to play horsey?"

"I like horsey!"

"good! you get to ride papa like a horsey, isn't that fun?"

well, it wasn't as fun as it sounded, because when you straddled steve on the bed and sink down on his cock, soreness burned between your legs. "hurts, papa... too big..."

"yeah, I know it hurts, but papa wants to play horsey so you need to be a big girl okay?"

you started to pout and cry a little as he pushed all the way into you, shifting to try to relieve your discomfort but only making it worse.

"now just rock back and forth, sweetheart... did you forget how to play like a dumb little baby?"

"n-no..."

just as you were trying to adjust to moving on top of steve, bucky's finger poked at your other hole, a stinging pain shooting up your back when he pushed it in.

"ow, dada!"

"why are you whining, pumpkin?"

"you hurted me!"

"sorry baby, but this is gonna hurt a lot less later if you let me hurt you a little now..."

you tried to be good and take his fingers, but every time it went from hurting to almost feeling good, he would put in more. finally he took them all out and you hoped he was done, but then you felt him pushing his cock against your hole.

"won't fit..." you sighed.

"'m gonna make it fit pumpkin, now hold still..."

you shivered and hissed and scrunched up your face as he pushed into you, trying to squirm away but failing. "dadaaaaa!" you sobbed loudly. "hurts, dada, please stop!!"

"it's supposed to hurt, princess, that's how you know it's working. it means this big cock is stretching out this itty bitty hole for dada. you do know all your holes belong to dada, right?"

"b-but I don't like it..."

"I don't care if you like it. let me use your dirty fucking hole and shut your mouth, you hear me?"

you bit on your lip and nodded weakly, your chest burning with shame from the cruel way bucky was treating you (even though it made your insides tingle with arousal as well).

steve took pity on you though, leaning up to wipe one tear with his thumb before kissing away the other. "is it too much to have both your daddies' cocks in you at once?"

you nodded again, sniffling quietly.

"but you like it anyways, don't you? you like being an obedient cocksleeve for us?"

"yes, papa..."

"and I know you love being full of our special milk... you can get more if you just ask nicely."

"please papa, please dada, wan more of your milk in me..."

"I bet you wanna have your own cummies, isn't that right babydoll?"

you nodded and gasped when steve played with your swollen button again, and you felt your insides tighten around both of them. you couldn't believe you might actually be able to come in spite (or because?) of all this pain.

"dirty little slut. look at you riding two cocks like the filthy whore you are. like the needy little cumdumpster we turned you into. remember when you were all innocent and stupid, baby? when you didn't even know if we would fit? now you're begging for more, drooling and moaning and coming all over your daddies' cocks... taking me up your ass and fucking loving it... desperate bitch."

"bucky," you gasped quietly, taken aback by his words.

"too much?" he whispered back right against your ear.

"no... just right. keep going," you encouraged.

"god, if only you could see how wide your little holes are being stretched right now," he continued, his voice lower than before. "if only you could see us tearing up your princess parts."

"close, dada... gonna have my cummies..."

"go ahead and come, baby, show us how tight you can get, go on, clench real hard for us."

"fuck just like that, gonna fill you up baby"

"you'll be full for days just from this, so full of our milk you won't even be able to think."

when you came you went limp, melting into their arms and losing your ability to do much of anything including say more than a few words at a time. you were totally cockdrunk and exhausted and braindead. bucky said sometimes that you didn't need a brain anyways...

they kept using your exhausted and overstimulated body until they were done with you, putting their come deep in you and finally plugging you up this time (in both holes, of course-- even your mouth too if you count the paci they gave you to nurse while you drifted to sleep on your papa's chest)

"such a good little baby, such a sweet girl for us..."

"get some rest pumpkin, we're so very proud of you"

"you're papa's favorite girl, okay? dada's little angel."

[mushiewrites]

Okay, so imagine a game where the ler makes the lee lay down with their arms in the air, and the ler gets to give them just little soft tickles for a minute. If the lee can make it the full minute without laughing (they're allowed to smile and move if they want, just not bring arms down or laugh), they're rewarded with rougher tickles that they'd likely be craving at that point, but if they laugh before then, they have to ask to be tickled instead.

In a game where George is the lee, and Dream is the ler, how good do you think George would be at the game. What would make him lose, and would he be able to ask if he lost. How long would he stall before asking?

-emmadoodlewrites

EMMA pls if you're goal is to melt me you have succeeded this is the CUTEST THING EVER IM CRYIN 🥺

OKAY so we all know George is shy when it comes to tickles. He hides behind his hands to cover his blushy cheeks and high pitched squeals. So playing a tickle game that makes you hold your arms above your head, it makes George feel 100000000% more sensitive and vulnerable. I think that in terms of his stamina with tickles, George absolutely could hold his hands up for a minute, even if it would be tough for him, he does it purely out of spite to prove a point. HOWEVER, if the ler starts teasing about how blushy George is or how cute or ticklish he is, it is immediately over for him. He'd fling his hands down before the ler was even finished their tease in the first place.

Now George knows he has to ask if he wants the tickles he's craving, but he's so flustered that he keeps screaming out and shrieking whenever Dream tries to talk to him just in case he was trying to tease again. I think eventually, either George would mumble it out after a lot of coaxing from Dream, OR George would give Dream those eyes and pout and plead for him to not make him say it. And because George is George, Dream gives in and gives him the tickles anyway ajsakdhlakdj