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artisticgreaser0 · 2 years ago

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REGARDING WELCOME HOME NSFW!

Okay, I feel like this is need to be said. This is going to be a long ass rant about the NSFW and Antis side of the Welcome Home Fandom. I'm fed up with this shit.

People have been time to time,every single day, posting and venting on about Clown's boudaries like Clown is some lil kid that NEEDS to be taken care of. Some, even crying and spreading misinformation about how NSFW is going to ruin the fandom and make Clown take down the official WH website/project because artists have been breaking theirs rules, pity me. I'M SO TIRED AND DONE WITH ALL OF THAT BULLCRAP!

IT NEEDS TO BE ADRESSED, IN THIS WHOLE THING HOW THINGS HAD GONE BEHOND OUR CONTROL!

WE HAVE OUR ACCOUNTS,USERNAMES,PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS BEING SHOWN ON TIKTOK,TWITTER,TUMBLR PUBLICLY TO MINORS WHO LATER HARASS/REPORT/SUSPENDS US WHICH IS SOMETHING CLOWN DIDN'T WANT TO HAPPEN AT ALL! Why can't ya'll read the ''DON'T attack people on my behalf'' post Clown wrote? Don't you get what Clown is saying? He's saying (DO NOT ATTACK PEOPLE BECAUSE OF ME). if ya'll TRULY respect Clown's decicions HOW,JUST HOW IS THERE IS STILL HARASSMENT,DEATH THREATS AND TWITTER ACCOUNTS GETTING SUSPENDED???

And to use the ''oh but why do you expect us to respect you when you haven't respect Clown's boundaries?'' Like,thanks gee….I CLEARLY TRIED TO BE AN RESPONSIBLE ADULT BY NOT SPREADING IT MUCH FURTHER AND NOW MINORS ARE SEEING MINE AND MY FRIEND'S +18 ATWORKS ALL THANKS TO ALL OF YOU! How many times are ya'll gonna pretend like minors aren't stupid and horny to TRY to see our accounts and all the porn we do? Why are you even comfortable with the IDEA of a minor seeing a page full of pornographic content to begin with enough to EXPOSE our names and artworks to them!?

WHEN WE NEED TO BE THE ONES BLOCKING,PRIVATING,RECIEVING DEATH THREATS,HATE AND REFUSIE THE ANONIMOUS QUESTIONS maybe just MAYBE it's because we are human and FEEL!

The last time I had this talk with an anti the person was 22 FOLLOWING UP TO +15 MINORS from 15-17 years old, HOW CAN WE TRUST YOU FOR ANYTHING?

It'ld be PERFECTLY FINE if the people you words spreaded it to were just TO adults but NO, THE HASHTAG WE USED ISN'T NO LONGER A SECRET AND WHO HAS REVEALED IT? Antis. All of this and putting words into Clown's mouth and defending blindly everything for the sake of keeping the fandom pure! WE HAD AN SECRET HASTAG,NOW KIDS KNOW WHAT IT IS ALL THANKS TO Antis and VERY responsible adults! (sarcasm)

Guys,I'm nobody's fucking parents to be worried about what these kids watch on the internet and I'm EXTREMELLY TIRED OF HAVING TO BLOCK MINORS WHO FOLLOW ME(THIS SHIT HAS HAPPENED MORE THAN ONCE!). If you want to bring awareness,this isn't the way to do it! As much as I hate talking about it, Clown HAS NOT helped regarding this topic. It's either a yes or NO question. If people misunderstood more than once what you said maybe it's because the message isn't clear, it's like you are writing like the words are making a fucking swirl and at the end there's no solid conclusion to what you just said.I have seen all this bullshit everyone keeps pulling, to realise that

Clown ISN'T A KID! THEY ARE THEIR OWN PERSON, THEY ARE A MATURE ADULT WHO TAKES DECISIONS!

and ya'll still keep attacking,harassing,reporting all because you don't see Clown as who they are!

Heck, directly asking, SHOWING OUR ACCOUNTS NAMES WHAT WILL IT DO? quick answer: Nothing!

-Minors will see our artworks -Minors will more easily find our artworks -You are gonna upset Clown -Minors will find our hashtags faster -They will expose our names -Accounts will be suspended -More hate and ranting within the community -pedo accusations and mass reporting

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? IS THIS WHAT YOU ALL WANTED TO HAPPEN SO THEN WHEN SHIT GOES WRONG YOU CAN BLAME US FOR IT?

Like, just tell me because I'm fed up. I love these characters AS MUCH AS YOU ALL DO! Nobody,nobody is doing this shit because we hate nor want to upset Clown! we all equally LOVE this project, but, this is TOO MUCH! And no one my friends nor me want this stuff to keep happening! we all are uncomfortable with minors and kids seeing our stuff, we private and they still lie,still prentend to see our shit because(SUPRISE NO SUPRISE) MINORS ARE FUCKING STUPID AND IMMATURE, THEY WILL NOT JUST REPORT AND IGNORE LIKE MANY THINK THEY DO!

I don't care if you hate me now,I open this will make someone reflect on the shit they go around spreading. I'll keep all my shit private and so will my moots because we are all tired to fight to keep this fandom stable. Bye.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home fandom #welcomehomensfw

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mustthinkimadumbbitchorsomething · 1 year ago

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I’m going to keep it real with you chief,

The day at the races still haunts me. If I’ve ever done that to you hell would have rained upon me especially if it was something so near and dear to your heart.

It was supposed to be a happy day in LA. That trip wasn’t even for me and the boys but rather an excuse just to see your gorgeous face, feel your embrace, and show you how much I missed you.

That wasn’t even the case. As I prepped and spent my last penny to just spend a moment with you that weekend was just…

…a fever dream.

I created a boundary for myself. I hit the clock at 11pm so we can have some rest before my race but even at that you just had to press to watch ESTA.

I did it for you, I sacrificed and broke that boundary just so I can see you happy. Yet, it was a whole issue and you just had to press me the whole night before my 8am race. As we left the echoplex back to the bnb, you didn’t even allow me to help you or anything.

I gave you the opportunity to just be there and you didn’t even want to sleep next to me in the same bed. You stayed on the fucking floor and I just begged and pleaded for you to on the bed just to be in your presence and feel your weight next to mine. You agreed and even when I came into cuddle you hit me with a

DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME.

So I turned around and cried…

the whole night

…my heart was aching.

How could I be close to someone who I loved the most but yet feel so far?

I cried and cried and 4:45 am hit.

It’s race day.

I got ready, and asked if you were going to the race but you said you were going straight home.

I begged again for you to stay and AGAIN…

…you shut me down.

I took it like a man. I just said fuck it and helped you pack your things.

As I helped you with your bags you got into your car and I asked again if you were really leaving and you said yeah and decided to slam your door on my hand as I tried one more time to plea.

I grimaced and writhed in pain in the middle of the street in a suburban neighborhood in LA and all of a sudden now you wanted to help and all of a sudden I turned cold.

I now knew where we stood in this relationship.

You asked if I was okay and I just told you to go home.

The homies asked when I got back inside if everything was G and I lied and said yes.

They asked if you were coming and I covered for you and said you had things to take care of.

We left to the race and all of a sudden you wanted to care.

To grab some ice from Starbucks thinking it help a swollen wrist.

We got at the parking garage and we waited for you and the ice.

To be honest I couldn’t care less.

It was the principle.

How could you just switch up.

One fucking day I ask for you to be there and you decided to not even support me in the one fucking thing I cared about.

I didn’t even try to train for that 10k, I just wanted to see you and love on you but obviously you checked out ages ago.

We argued again over the phone for 15 minutes about if you should stay.

I just left it as is and turned off the phone to get ready for the race.

At least I got some beats out of it.

Beats and a broken heart.

Fast forward to the last week of June 2018 you told me you’d be busy with grad school stuff.

I accepted that.

It was a Tuesday.

You said you’d text back.

You didn’t.

4 days. 96 hours. 5760 minutes.

However the fuck you wanted to cut it you couldn’t spend a damn second updating me.

That’s how we ended it.

Rather you post on IG with 15 hastags.

Fuck holding my tongue.

I hope it was all worth it.

Lowkey wish I would’ve listened to you when you wrapped your legs around me and told me to come deep but that’s a different story.

But for now I hope you’re doing amazing. I know no one will ever see this.

Thanks for the apology.

It read like a yelp review.

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sajaffery · 1 year ago

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4...

i miss my old laptop. bastard collapesed on me six months ago and i’m stuck using my dads piece of shit. i keep putting off going to the apple store (yes it was a mac. i wasnt always a cheap broke, starving writer[make that pretend writer as i havent actually been published anywhere]) because i’m terrified that theyll tell me that there’s nothing that can be done and i’ll just have to buy a new one. as if i have grand to throw away! oh and something about sweat shop and kids being paid 1p an hour etc etc. lets not forget that! ok im going to cheat and read back on what i was writing before my fucking laptop froze because i’m blanking and that seemed fairly intresting, sorry. not like you care anyway its not like you had to pay for this. always remember something else is only a click away. im wrting this for me not for you. yes I lie aswell. i thought i should let that in evetually, fairly early, of coures i’m writing for you. its why all writers write, to feel worthwhile, to feel substantial and influential. and to get laid ofcourse. define me, define me, love me, love me! thats from friends by the way, no cliched literary refernce today just shitty tv references. OH SHITTY TV. thats what i was talking about, how i use shitty tv as a dont do guide for my writing. i didnt have to cheeat after all. or maybe i did and i’m just an unreliable narrator. hehehehehe you’ll never know. wow i need to stop watching bad tv. i should cancel Netflix. its got so much shit on it. i know seven pounds a month isnt much but still, more then half of thee stuff there is crap and i really dont like how they moniter peoples watching habits to make more crap tv because lets face it most people watch crap tv. oh you know its true, dont call me an elitist, fucking shit like coronation street and eastenders have been running for years and making millions and its just crap. I’d like someone to find me a fucking square with four or five streets ofshooting from it with as many fires, rapes, murders, kidnappings and robberies and i’ll withdraw this post altogether. i’ll leave tumblr even. i’d bitch about corrie except i dont know anything about it, yes yes i used to watch eastenders, get over it, everyoe goes through that phase and that shit is addictive. i’m getting tired. and i need to find more hastags. what the hell is spilled ink? it sounds cool at first, but if you think too much about it, it starts feeling a little silly. oh unless its like one of those ink blots, the kind that shrinks use in bad TV, fuck i’m starting to reapeat myself, which means i should stop wrting this, i’m done for the day. i miss word count. hahaha that came from the heart. if its like an ink blot then its pretty cool. thats essentially what this is i suppose. and ink blot giving anyone reading it a glimpse into me. okay i’ve added it. i’m tempted to add inblot aswell but then i dont want to run the joke too much. i wish i could remember what theyre called. i know it starts with an R. there an o a c and ch in there too. Roch something. i hate it when that happens

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bonnieisaway · 1 year ago

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I'm shocked that entire fuckin plaza isn't just a crater in the earth with all the shit that goes down in it

Yeah I forgot about that instance last night (hastag I wrote this at like 5am) but it's like exactly one of the perfect moments for this. Like, Seven adores Thirteen and it's not just that she's pretty - though that's how it started - but she's such a good fighter and to Seven, she's a joy to be around even if she's actively trying to fucking murder him, and hardly ever complains when she IS (aside from either asking for context or in the episode mentioned here where he was exasperated because he didn't realized Thirteen still had her mission to kill him)

I think Seven understands best, even early on in the show, that the point in protecting someone is not guarding their every movement or following them all the time, it's having their back in their worst moments, especially for Seven, because he's the kind of person who would do anything to spare his friends and people he cares about from pain or sorrows. He understands best Thirteen is - at least mostly early on - far stronger than him, but also understands she's not immortal and will have her weak moments and that's why he's there, and this is such a core, integrated belief in him that he hardly ever thinks when he does go to save her. I mean they weren't even really friends yet the first time when it happened, it was just a reflex in him.

And the times where Thirteen does save Seven he has just as much, if not more faith in her capabilities and skill. I mean at the end of season one, Thirteen throws him around a bit like a ragdoll to get him out of the way and such and he doesn't complain or question it (though gets a bit of whiplash sometimes), Seven absolutely knew that Thirteen could've held her own against Captain Jack if it weren't for him accidentally distracting her when he fell. He wasn't worried about it at all until he already saw Captain Jack moving. The only thing Seven will ever say to her is urge her that she does not have to do this. I mean, he's thankful, yes, but several times he insists this is not something she has to do (Seven's not the brightest nor the best at reading the room, but I think he understands well enough that protecting somebody wasn't something that came as easily to Thirteen, and his urges to tell her she doesn't have to are a manifestation in this protection in another way. It's not that he thinks she can't, but that he doesn't want to risk her getting hurt.) He has such absolute faith in her.

And it's so cool to me how the Dark Frost blade evidently does heighten his senses and change some things like with aggression, but it's still undeniably and recognizably Seven. I mean he's known for his good reflexes and fast thinking, it's practically how he's saved Thirteen every time, but it's so jarringly instant here. And he's not one for revenge either, when the fight is over and everything is said and done he is only worried about Thirteen still, and that's what matters. The second Seven woke up he understood Thirteen had been poisoned and that Shimen and Manjusaka were imminent dangers to her. And there's no "What happened," or any mention of who did it or why- it's just where is she. I need to know that she's okay. He has this confidence that she might've made it through, she's incredibly strong, but it eats him alive not knowing for certain.

there is fucking HATRED in that mans eyes. that is PURE MALICE, dawg. this is the face of a man about to violate the fucking geneva convention. this is a man ready to do 25 years to life. never have i seen so much goddamn pure spite in this motherfuckers eyes holy fuck how did blackbird not just instantly shit his fucking pants LOOK AT THE MAN. THAT IS BLIND RAGE. THAT IS SPITE THAT MOTHERFUCKER HAS NOT MUSTERED SINCE THE GIRL IN WHITE. OH MY GOD. THAT FUCKER MUSTERED ENOUGH RAGE TO KILL A SHADOW KILLER

#they make me so ill #also i need u to know i read “this analysis is perfect”#and i ascended to a higher plane #my ego will never recover #i'm high fiving angels rn dawg #im doin victory laps i won autism /j #this kind of transformed to me just rambling about seven's protection in general #but just RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH #honestly. id love to see more moments where seven is like this #not just because i like him protecting her but #the way he didn't hesitate and went for BLOOD on that man makes me so fucking mentally ill #let's keep the dark frost in him a little longer guys im having fun/j #scissor seven #killer seven #wu liuqi #seven #thirteen #meihua shisan

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c-o-z-m-o · 3 years ago

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mm. nice.

Gravity Falls x Animaniacs. It exists.

But I’ve made a whole au in my mind and it’s so serious it’s not funny anymore.

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So here’s a list of characters:

The twins: Mabel would be replaced with Dot, and Dipper would be Wakko.

The Stans: This is where it gets hard. Obviously you’d be thinking “Well Stan would be Yakko and a random Oc would be Ford-”

No.

I need my Fiddauthor-but-it’s-Brinky. So Ford is Brain. But Yakko could still be Stan, but it would be weird. I was thinking Snowball could be Stan, and he would just bleach his fur to look like Brain (hence the identity stealing). But then I don’t know who Yakko would be and it’s a whole thing.

Moving on...

Soos: I was thinking maybe Runt from Rita And Runt, and maybe Melody could be Rita. Just a thought.

Wendy: auhhgg Wendy... who could be Wendy... idk. I don’t have one for her yet.

Pacifica: Umm I don’t really know. Skippy maybe?? And Slappy could be Preston??? I don’t know. Maybe Skippy could be one of Mabel/Dot’s friends.

Lazy Susan: Billie maybe? We see a memory of Stan on a date with Lazy Susan in Dreamscaperers, so it might make sense. Idk.

Fiddleford’s son that shows up in episode 2: Romy.

I think you can see where I’m going with this.

Fiddleford:

Pinky.

I’m sorry I just need to include Brinky in this.

And finally, Bill Cipher:

Dark PinkY NOTHING YOU SAY CAN CHANGE MY MIND.

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Anyway, if you draw/write anything with this au, please credit me. I know people have made this au before, but I’ve added a bunch of other characters and since my mind is like that. But if you do, please tell me! I want to see what people do with this au.

Also, please tell me who I should add as the other characters.

Maybe Skippy can be Gideon...

anYWaY-

thanks for reading :) I might also do some art in this au, who knows. I might get motivated to draw some time.

#animaniacs #pinky and the brain #patb #gravity falls #Gravity Falls x Animaniacs #Gravity Falls x Pinky and the Brain #gravity falls mabel #gravity falls dipper #gravity falls stanley #gravity falls stanford #bill cipher #gravity falls bill cipher #yakko wakko and dot #okay I'm done with hastags

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chocolate-chip-sock-puppet · 4 years ago

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"I miss you."

"Then dream of me tonight, darling."

#dialogue #slow burn #young adult fiction #ya fic #ya #romantic lines #unrequited love #love #dream #writing #creative writing #novels #light academia #school romance #hastag #tag #okay im done

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lucismiracle · 2 years ago

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Oh like 5 people follow me on here this can be my priv lol HI PPLS

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tomhollandisabae · 2 years ago

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arcadia - simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

masterlist

fandom; call of duty

summary; maybe helping emotinally ghost isn't the best idea. harsh words are being said, feelings are hurt and after an eventfull night your lives make an 180 turn

warnings; angst, mature language, mature themes, mentions of trauma, heavy smut [18+/ MINORS D.N.I.] / unedited

words; 4.1k

a/n; it's actually friends to enemies... i uploaded again because for some reason tumblr is messing w the hastags... and my nerves!!!

enjoy❤️

Since the first day you joined task force 141, you had been obsessed with Ghost.

Behind his scary mask, you imagined a man that was hurting. You could read his eyes like an open book, understanding when he was in pain –physically and mentally- when he was sad, angry and many other emotions.

It wasn’t like you were sorry for him, but sad by everything he had been through. Of course you weren’t aware about his childhood trauma, but everyone had experienced something bad in their lives that made them join the army, well... most of them. Apart from you...

You were coming from a wealthy background, being raised as a princess, having the world at your feet, a happy family and a happy life. And that was why Ghost didn’t like you.

Not one bit.

He was thinking very low of you, believing that a person like you would never understand everything that he had been through. He basically loathed you because you were happy, the people you loved most were all alive and you didn’t have to keep a blank face while hiding behind a mask, feeling like a coward.

As a matter of fact that you were a medic and didn’t have to be on the field, you were only seeing Ghost while he was in base.

You were always smiling warmly at him, trying to cheer him up –maybe even make him crack a smile too –yet you never succeeded. He was being grumpy all the time, ignoring you all the time. When you would sit next to him at lunch, he would silently eat his food not even paying attention to what you were saying and then get up and leave. When you would join him in training, he would pretend that you weren’t even there. When you would approach him for a small talk in the hallway, he would pass you by. When he would get hurt and you would have to treat him, he would keep his face straight, never look at you and leave as soon you were done, not even saying a small thank you.

But you wouldn’t let that get to you. You would try every day, every hour and every second. You wanted to make that man see the happiness in life, that no matter what happened to him in the past, he would be able to start over.

It was no lie that with time passing by, you fell for the big scary grumpy man that would never spare you a single glance. But you kept trying, until one day...

Everyone had returned from a mission and some of the men were at the med bay getting treated. However, you never saw Ghost coming in... you felt relieved knowing that he didn’t get hurt, but you still wanted to see him for you missed him.

“y/n, will you go check on Ghost in his room. Some said that he got hurt, but never came in” a nurse informed you and you felt you heart dropping.

As you made your way towards his room, many thoughts surrounded your head. How badly hurt was he? Why wouldn’t he come at the med bay? Was he so weak that he couldn’t walk anymore? Your heartbeat picked up at these thoughts and you found yourself sprinting to his room.

When you finally reached your destination, you knocked at his door, hoping for an answer, yet nothing, so you knocked again and again and again until you heard him groan from the other side, finally opening his door.

“are you okay?” was the first thing that you said while scanning his body for any injuries.

“i’m good. I took care of everything” he replied with a cold voice.

“why didn’t you come to me?” you tilted your head in question.

“i’m fine” he avoided your question and tried to close the door, but you blocked it with your hand.

“no you’re not ghost! What is wrong with you? do you ever think about you and the risk you’re putting yourself through?” you pointed your finger at him.

“even if i did, that's none of your business. So stop being so fucking annoying and leave me the hell alone.” he raised his voice and you gasped by that.

“sim--” you tried to say but he cut you off.

“don’t you fucking say my name. You're nothing but a filthy rich little girl that is used on having everything she fucking wants and now that she can’t have that anymore she’s being a pain in the arse.” his words took you aback, breaking your heart.

“you don’t mean that...” you let out a weak voice.

“believe what you want” and with that he closed the door loudly.

Tears started running down your face and you ran towards your room, avoiding everyone in your way. When you entered the place that you could found some kind of comfort you fall onto your bed and cried your heart out.

You never believed that he would ever treat you like that. You thought that would manage to get on his good side as the time was passing by, but obviously that never happened and never will.

His words resulted in you not leaving your room for the next week, until one day after a successful mission when everyone had decided to go out for drinks.

You made a huge effort to get ready and follow the others at the bar.

When you reached there you isolated yourself at the far end of the room, away from everyone’s eyes, while you started getting yourself drunk.

You were on your fifth –or something –beer, when someone caught your hand, preventing you from attaching your lips on the cold bottle, but when you turned your face to see whoever was that that was holding your wrist, you came face to face with those sweet, but also cold eyes that you had fallen for. Ghost...

“you’ve drunk enough” he exclaimed.

“hmm how’d you know? Have you been watching me big guy?” you smiled lazily at him, feeling a weird confidence overtaking you.

“i’m taking you to base” he said.

“nooooo I wanna drink more” you let out a whine.

he didn’t say anything back, just tighten the grip on your wrist while he literally dragged you out of the bar.

On your way back to base, you kept singing and singing while following Ghost carefully.

“my body is a map of L.A and my heart is like paper, I hate ya...” you swung from side to side as your eyes were travelling all around the street.

“i’m not from the land of the palms, so I know I can’t stay here” you wiggled your hand out of his grip and he turned to look at you stand.

“i’m not native, but my curves, san gabriel all day” you grabbed his hands, intertwining your fingers.

“my lips like the fire licks the bay, if you think that you know yourself, you can come over” he tensed.

“lay your hands on me like you’re a land rover” you rested your head on his shoulder.

“in arcadia...” he took in a sharp breath.

“arcadia...” you placed your other hand on his forearm softly.

“all roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries” he felt as if he couldn’t breathe anymore.

“that get the blood flowin’ straight to the heart of me...” you hummed as you stroked softly his hand.

You felt a warm feeling overflowing within you as you were so close to him, so close to the man that you so very much loved with your whole heart.

The man that had broken your heart...

You unfocused for the rest of the walk, letting him guide to through the dark of the night.

At last you reached your room, without you even realising. You only felt Ghost placing you down on your soft mattress as he took of your shoes and stand back up.

You raised your head looking him straight in the eyes with tears falling down on your cheeks.

“stay...” you let out a low whimper while holding his hand.

He stood like a statue, not knowing how to react.

“i can’t--” you cut him off.

“why do you hate me?” you sobbed.

Again, he didn’t say anything.

“i won’t apologise for the life I had for I wasn’t the one that chose it, but with all my happiness and wiliness I wanted to make you feel better, I wanted to make you see that there’s still life out there for you, because... I care about you.” you sniffled.

“i never meant to annoy you, never meant to make you feel bad, I just wanted to brighten your day.” you got up, still holding his hand.

“i’m sorry if i made you feel bad about yourself, I'm sorry for everyth--” he placed his other hand on your mouth.

“no one cares about me” his voice was barely heard.

You couldn’t reply though, as his hand was preventing you from talking.

However, what he did next made your eyes widen as he lifted his mask so that his soft pink lips were revealed. The hand on your mouth travelled south, placing itself softly on your waist, while his other hand intertwined with yours. He leaned down, lips hovering above yours, his breath falling soundly against your mouth.

You squished his hand in reassurance and finally his lips connected with yours. His lips were warm and soft almost silken, and pillowy against your own. Your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. Now, he had brought both hands on your waist, pulling you closer resulting in your bodies to be pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily as your lips pressed against each other. You could taste your shared breath, while feeling the thud of your combined heartbeat.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as he lowered his head, disconnected his lips from yours, guiding them towards your jaw, peppering kisses across it and the lower on you neck placing a light kiss on your pulse point as he took in your sweet aroma. The smell of his own perfume, of the soft scent, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“Ghost...” you whimper, tears now dried.

He lifted his head looking at you. Once again, he brought his lips again on yours, this time in a more demanding kiss. His hands started fumbling to take off your clothes, starting with your shirt as you lifted your hands up to help pull it off of you, while your other clothes followed suit, as you stood now completely naked in front of him.

The room was dark, so you both couldn’t see much. Ghost finally, picks you up and throws you on the bed as he eyed you for a long moment, searching and looking at your body, before the tension left his own. He tried to take in as much as he could with the help of the moonlight that was making its way through the curtains. He took in your unscarred body, the way your chest was moving up and down as you tried to regain your breath, your beautiful breasts with your erected nipples that were awaiting for him to feel his tender touch, his gentle fingers, his warm lips around them. Then his eyes darted onto your waist and he couldn’t help but imagine his hands grabbing on the soft flesh, squishing your skin, while pleasing you the best he could. Then he moved on your hips and the area he craved more as he felt his feet giving up from under him as he kneeled down, placing his big hands on both your thighs parting them without taking his eyes from your pussy, noticing the way it was glistening with your wetness. He looked up at you, your soft eyes locking with his.

His hands travelled across your stomach, reaching your breasts, cropping them softly and then it was as something snapped in him. He stood up taking of his shirt and climbed on top of you, bringing you in the middle of your bed as your legs rested on either side of him. His breath hitting against your lips, one hand lowering itself on your soft body, while the other stayed on the side of your head, supporting himself.

“Ghost...” you cried out.

Now his hand was only inches away from the warm core, caressing it with a finger –or was it two fingers? -two, perhaps even three, were now travelling down the gulley and any moment, any millisecond, you would have to plead –this was what you had wanted him to want to do since the day you first met him –and you were caught between excitement and panic, and it –the tongue –you felt as if you were swallowing it and you didn’t mind it anymore, because he had begun to moan softly –he couldn’t very well say anything with his tongue in your mouth –streak the hand had leaded back up to the rib cage, no longer on the side but going up the front, inland. Slither went the tongue, but the entire terrain of your torso to explore and not just the sides –oh God, it was not just at the border where the flesh of the breast joins the pectoral sheath of the chest –no, the hand was cupping your entire right –Now! You must plead, not able to take any more of his teasing, and talk to him like a dog –and oh God, what were you supposed to do now –inasmuch as it, his hand, was at this instant passing over your entire right breast and you could feel the pressure –light pressure, but pressure –Now! The ‘please, Ghost –but it was as if the cord between your will and your central nervous system had been cut.

“y/n, do you want me?” he finally spoke as he pulled away from yours lips, but you still couldn’t matter a word, his touch was too much.

He took notice of this, the hand that was in your core swirled around your wetness.

“you do want me” he answered himself.

He smiled, a smile of genuine delight, never seen in the last months, made the moment even more precious. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

“oh God, yes, I do want you” you cried out, something awakening in you as you kissed his sleek muscular chest, then sliding your hand downward outside his trousers encountered a leaning tower of pressure “and I could say the same ‘bout you” you whispered in his ear.

His head fell limp in the crook of your neck, your hands finally finding their home around his neck.

He pulled away abruptly, trembling, breathing like a drowning man, and his hands went to unclasp her hands from his neck.

“i can’t” he said in a anguished tone.

You were deaf to all reason, your small face blind with aroused need, the slender naked body on flames.

“i love you” you cried, fingers touching where his hair is hidden by his black mask, and it was not the first time that you had known, but the first time you had said it, and all miracle of your understanding it was in your shivering voice.

Ghost didn’t say anything, just made a wild, smothered sound, staring down into your face as you raised your limp head to meet his hard mouth, your lips filled with a sensuality which turned you both to fire.

You wanted to tell him that you understood him, in a way that you'd never understood anyone before. Because you were with him, in this moment. It wasn’t even like being colleagues or work partners –even friends, it was much closer than that, much deeper. You'd torn down all the barriers and put your soul into his hands.

“i love you” you told him again.

his lips slightly brushed against your cheek before he stood up once again.

You broke into cold sweat thinking that he would leave you, that all this was too much for him, that you’d overstepped his space... his feelings, but he didn’t leave.

You watched him as he took of the rest of his clothes, joining you on the bed again, now him being completely naked too. You gasped at the feeling of his warm cock head against your swollen clit. He had worked you up so much that you were on the verge of a break down –but no, you couldn’t beg, plead for your realise –too scared that he would up and leave you for good.

But you’ve had enough... so you took matters into your own hands and you flipped him around, the look on his face not going unnoticed by you.

You placed your body between his legs, giving yourself access to what you needed and he exhaled harshly.

“y/n, what are y--”

Your lips flowed over the wide crown. He reached for the white mattress underneath him, his hands curling around them with white-knuckled force. You held him with both hands and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of his skin and his uniquely appealing scent made you moana round him. You felt the vibration ripple through his entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in his chest.

“lick it” he touched your cheeks.

Aroused by the command, you fluttered your tongue across the underside and shivered with delight when he rewarded you with a hot burst of pre-cum. Fisting the root of him with one hand, you hollowed your cheeks and drew rhythmically, hoping for more.

You wanted to drive him crazy.

He made a sound filled with the sweetest agony;

“God, y/n... your mouth. Keep sucking. Like that... hard and deep.”

You were so turned on by his pleasure you squirmed. His hands pushed into your bound hair, pulling and tugging at the roots. You loved how he starred out with tenderness, then grew rougher as the lust he felt for you overwhelmed his control.

The soft bite of pain made you hungrier, greedier. your head bobbed as you pleasured him, jacking him with one hand while you sucked and stroked the crest with your mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of his cock, and you slid the flat of your tongue along them, tilting your head to find and caress each one.

“stop” he let out a heavy voice after a while.

You pulled away from his cock, looking at him anxiously.

“come here” he instructed and you climbed on top of him.

He didn’t waste on second as he collided his lips with yours turning you both around as you were now underneath him. His mouth departed from your own, making its way along your neck, your collarbones, and he was cupping your breasts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.

“ghost--” he cut you off.

“shh” he sucks on your lower lip, his fingers rolling and tugging your tender nipples.

His mouth surrounded the tip of your breast, the wash of heat bringing a mist of perspiration to your skin.

One of his hands pushed between your legs. They fell open shamelessly, your body so aroused you were flushed and almost feverish. His other hand continued to plump your breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.

“you’re so wet for me” he murmured, his gaze sliding down your body to where he was parting you with his fingers.

“you’re beautiful here too. Plush and pink. So soft.” he said and you whimpered.

He lowered his head between your parted legs, joining his hand. His tongue made contact with your heat drawing provocative laps against your flesh. Your hands fisted in the sheet, your chest heaving as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, he nudged the hypersensitive knot of nerves, as your hips were moving restlessly into the devious torment, your whole tightening with the clawing need to cum.

The light teasing flutters were driving you insane, giving you just enough to make you wtiyhe but not enough to get you off.

“ghost, please...” you finally cried out, pleading for your realise.

“not yet.”

He tortured you, coaxing your body to the brink of orgasm, and then letting you slide back down. Over and over. Until sweat misted your skin and your heart felt like it would burst. His tongue was tireless and diabolical, cleverly focusing on your clit until a single stroke would set you off, then moving lower to thrust into you. the soft, shallow plunges were maddening, the flickering against the nerve-laden tissues making you desperate enough to beg shamelessly.

“please Ghost... let me cum... I need to cum, please.” you begged.

“shh, angel... I'll take care of you.”

He finished you with a tenderness that made the orgasm roll through you like a crashing wave, building and swelling and spreading through you in a warm rush of pleasure.

He threaded his fingers with yours when he came over you again, restraining your arms. The head of his cock aligned with the slick entrance of your body and he pushed inexorably into you. You moaned, shifting to accommodate the heavy surge if his penis.

Ghost's breath gusted hard and humid against your throat, his big frame trembling as he slid carefully inside you.

“you're so soft and warm. Fuck.” he breathed out.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, welcoming him deeper. Then his thumb was on your clit, rubbing in circles that had your hips churning.

“yes!” you moaned, raking your nails down his back. He wasn’t icy anymore. He was on fire.

“fuck me, Ghost. Fuck me hard.” you moaned.

Y/n...” his mouth covered yours. He fisted your hair, holding you still as he lunged again and again, pounding hard and deep.

“fucking hell...” he groaned into your neck.

The rhythmic slap of his heavy balls against the curve of your buttocks and the harshness of his possessive litany drove you insane with lust. You felt yourself quickening with every twinge of pain, felt your sex tightening with your growing arousal.

With a long, guttural groan he started coming, his flexing body quaking as he emptied himself inside you.

You held him as he climaxed, stroking his back, pressing kisses along his shoulder.

“hold on.” he said roughly, pushing his hands beneath you and flattening your breasts against him.

Ghost pulled you up, the sat down with you straddling his hip. You were slick from his orgasm, making it easy for him to push back inside you.

His hands brushed the hair away from your face, then wiped your tears of relief.

“i’m always hard for you, always hot for you. I'm always half-crazy with wanting you. If anything could change that, I would’ve done it before we got this far. Understand?” he confessed.

“yes.” your hands wrapped around his wrists.

“now, show me that you still want me after that.” his face was flushed and damp, his eyes dark and turbulent “i need to know that losing control doesn’t mean I've lost you.”

You pulled his palms from your face and urged them down on your breasts. When he cupped them, you splayed your hands on his shoulders and started riding him. You kept lifting up your body and then falling back down over and over again while he kept on squeezing your breasts.

“ghost...”

“simon.” your eyes locked with his “call me simon.” he breathed out, lips parted, breathing heavily as he started pistoning his hips against yours making throw your head backwards.

“fuck, simon...” you cried out as you felt your silk walls flattering around him.

“come on, angel, cum for me. Show me how good I'm making you feel.” that did it for you as you through yourself backwards, hands clasping on his hips as you tried closing your legs due to the extent pleasure, but he made sure to keep them open, as he came inside you once again.

“fuck...” you exhaled as you slumped against his torso, legs still trembling.

He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close, stroking your back softly, as he tried to show you with his actions what he couldn’t express with words... I love you.

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sumire and shuus route (demo) ecstasy 9

READ HASTAGS!!!! it has the tws warnings before you proceed

scene is in living room

sumire- ... (..i have such a headache...)

(..these dreams i have been having... the stress of this child... the stress of keeping it a secret... all of it has been such pain for me... mentally and physically....)

(..but that last dream... was so eerie... i feel like these dreams have been trying to tell me something but i do not know what...)

..haah... (..i truly wonder where everything went wrong...)

laito- stress is bad for a baby you know, bitch-Cham

Sumire- ..hah…!

Laito- fufu.. so jumpy, how cute

Seems your little situation is making you angsty

Sumire- …ah… laito-Sama… please do not come behind me like this….

Laito- fufu, you poor little thing, this past month must have been a very long one for you hasn’t it, you just so tired a hopeless

You haven’t told him about it have you either?

Sumire- ..I have not…. He will not know… reiji-Sama said he will be very mad at me… and that…. It’s in my interest to not say anything…

Laito- hmm..

Sumire- …

*rub rub*

Sumire- ..ah….! (..cold hands…!) laito-sama please do not touch me…! You have very cold hands…! Ep…!

Laito- ufu relax, I’m not gonna hurt you, plus I see you hold and touch hands with my scary big brother all the time

Let your laito-sama help you out a bit, I’ll be gentle

Sumire- …

..o… okay… but please for not to long… I would like to sleep soon…

Laito- roger..~~

*rub rub*

Sumire- ..mm… (..his hands are so cold… and it’s uncomfortable for me to have his hands on me… even if it is just on my shoulders….)

(..I don’t like anyone but shuu-sama touching me…)

*rub rub*

Sumire- ..mm… (..I sense something will happen… there’s so many things that make me think…)

(..I am beginning to feel sleepy… I want to sleep.. I should tell him to stop…)

..laito-sam…-

*laito pulls down Sumires shoulder part of her dress down*

Sumire- ..!!… laito-sama…!

*rustle rustle*

Laito- fufu, don’t struggle to much, you might hurt your baby,

*laito rubs his finger along her skin*

Sumire- ..fft…. Cold… please remove yourself from me….

Laito- don’t wanna~

Sumire- ..Laito-sama…! Get off please…!

Laito- calm down a bit, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m that cruel, I just wanna see your pretty skin,

Ahh, such smooth and pale skin, I wish I could just bite into it right here and now,

The fact that shuu got to look at all the beautiful body of yours for himself makes me so jealous, you should tell all the little details of what he did to you I bet he’s bitten into this skin many times, how lucky,

Hey I don’t think I’ve bitten you at all yet..

Sumire- ..hah…! No no…! Please let me go…!

*rustle rustle*

Laito- woah there, I’m not gonna hurt you, like I said I’m not that cruel to bite and attack a pregnant women

I’m just saying, after this all, I think I might just want to take a bite of you, maybe do more

I mean you let shuu do what he wanted, so what’s the hurt in letting me do want I want? Once your not pregnant that is

Sumire- ..uh… (..why is that… when I let someone do something to me… everyone thinks there free to do what they please with me… am I that pathetic in peoples eyes…?)

Let me go… let me go….

*sumire knees laitos stomach*

Laito- argh..! Ouch.. ne bitch-chan what was that for..? After I was so nice to you to..

Sumire- …

..forgive me… (..does he truly deserve a apology from me…? Shouldn’t this be the other way around…? That doesn’t matter right now…)

*sumire runs off*

*scene is in garden*

Sumire- ..hah… hah… (..oh goodness… no more…. No more of this… at this point my only option is to stay in my room and never come out…)

(..not like i haven’t done that before anyways….)

*FLASHBACK*

*scene is in a white hallway*

???- you awful ungrateful child..!

You just never listen to my words do you? After the many times I told you don’t go outside without my permission you just never listen!!

*the man opens a door, he throws a younger sumire in*

???- you damn ignorant child.. after all my lessons to you in the outside world.. the punishments you get if you even shed a tear.. did that not teach you anything??!!

*SMASH*

???- but no it’s always “what’s out there father?” “I want to go see birds and bugs and feel the grass” “I want to be like this girl in this book”

All these stupid things make you have idiotic thoughts you don’t need! I’m all you need me sumire me!

*BANG*

Sumire- ..I am sor…-

???- silence..!!

Sumire- …!…

???- you stay in this room and you won’t be coming out for the recurring two months…!

You dare open this door and you will get more then staying in your room..! You hear me..!? Ah..!?

Sumire- ..y-yes… father….

???- I can’t hear you..! Speak louder for Christ sake..!

Sumire- ..Yes father… I understand… please forgive my foolishness… forgive me forgive me…

*slam*

Sumire- …sniff sniff… Uu… what did I do…? I am sorry… I just want to live like those pretty girls in the outside… I am sorry…. Uu…

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Sumire- ..sniff… do I really need to do that again… lock myself away…?

..uu… please god just make it all stop… oh goodness… (..I am having these tears… make them stop… no more of that…)

*TRIP*

*thumb*

Sumire- ..ow… (..please don’t let this be…-)

Shuu- …

Sumire- … (..no… no… not when I am in this state…)

Shuu- oi.. I don’t get an apology this time or a “forgive me shuu-same” shit at all..?

Sumire- … (..I can’t speak to him… my voice just can’t come out at all… otherwise I’ll just… burst into tears…)

Shuu- hey.. I’m looking for an answer.. shouldn’t you already know I’m not a patient person,

Sumire- ..sniff… (..I want to leave…)

*sumire gets up*

Sumire- …

*sumire bows and tries to walk off*

Shuu- uh.. oi.. don’t walk off when I’m talking to you..

*shuu grabs sumires wrist*

Shuu- I’m talking to you.. I don’t like having to do this type of work to get up and speak..

Speak to me..

Sumire- ..le…

Shuu- hah..? I can’t hear you..

Sumire- ..let go of me please shuu…

Shuu- uh..

No.. I want a response, you’ve been acting weird all month.. it’s starting to piss me off.. tell me why

Sumire- ..mm…

*flashback*

Reiji- he wouldn’t be pleased to know you have his child, he isn’t capable of caring for a child and he’s aware of that

So he won’t react kindly, it’s in your best interest not to tell him

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Sumire- ..no… I can not… you will be very upset at me if I did… so please let go of me so we can forget about it all…

Shuu- don’t wanna.. I wanna know, so spill it, I’m starting to get pissed off

Sumire answer me

Sumire- ..let go… let go… let go…!

Shuu- geez.. don’t yell, all I’m asking for is a answer so just give me one and I’ll let it be,

Be happy I’m even taking the time to even ask you.. this won’t work out if you don’t speak to me first or at all, so out with it

Sumire- ..no…! Just… let go… (..forgive me… forgive me… I am so sorry… it is all my fault… everything has always been my fault…)

Shuu- just answer the damn question sumire..! I’m losing my patience with you..

*SLAP*

Shuu- …

The hell.. you god damn pain in the ass..-

Sumire- ..keh…. Sniff… please let go… shuu… please… I can not bare to speak to you at the moment… I am sorry… it’s my fault…. Everything is my fault…

..I am sorry…

Shuu- uh…

*shuu let’s go of her wrist*

*sumire runs off*

Shuu- the hell.. why are women so damn confusing

*scene changes to bathroom*

*the shower is running on sumire*

Sumire- ..hah…! Hah…! (..oh god… what did I do…? I don’t remember doing…)

(..no… I did something wrong… and now… this world is simply throwing these things at me for what I deserve…)

(..this is my fault… everything in my life is my fault… it would be better if I just… disappeared completely…)

(..but I can’t do that… not when I have something like this with me…)

(..I am sorry… if I cause you any harm and suffering in your future…)

(..my darling child…)

—to be continued—

Ecstasy 8 — ecstasy 10

#diabolik oc #sumire #sumire-bride #shuu #laito #sumires route #demo #((tw talk about pregnancy))#((pregnancy mention #((here’s some wonderful ✨angst✨))#((have funnn))#((it all gets worse from here))

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