#OOH this book makes me mad

[blackgumball]

okay so i got through most of this book while animating, isn't it funny how ya books will have high school drama intertwined with people getting tortured and murdered and stuff?

anyways taryn duarte ur a complete bitchloser a horrible sister i have no idea what would compel somebody to do that. like letting ur sister be lead on and humiliated from MULTIPLE ANGLES to the point where she is sexually assaulted and almost murdered at school, and then almost murdered AGAIN at home. because of lies YOU tolerated for a man who is EMBARASSING YOU W THESE SHENANIGANS and yet ur SO DESPERATE you will HAPPILY GO ALONG W THESE SHENANIGANS ugh she shaaames herself.

[xichilie]

i have a request, it would be funny if like phainon or something caught mydei and his secret friend or cuddling or anything that’s innocent but clearly intimate and romantic and when he tries to tell the others they try to ask mydei and his friend but they deny and don’t ever get caught and so everyone ends up just accidentally making phainon think he made it up or was hallucinating

This would actually be hilarious, it kinda gives Phineas and Pherp with their sister vibes. XD

Mydei x (fem)reader x (phainon)

Phainon’s Spiraling Descent into Madness (Probably)

Phainon hadn’t planned on witnessing something so earth-shattering today. He was simply out running errands, minding his own business, when he turned a corner and saw them.

Y/N and Mydei.

Cuddling.

Phainon stopped dead in his tracks.

He blinked.

No. That can’t be right.

But there they were. Y/N, leaning comfortably against Mydei, his arm loosely wrapped around her, their body language exuding a level of closeness he never thought possible.

Mydei. The same Mydei who acted like human interaction was an inconvenience. Who could incinerate someone with a glare. Who barely tolerated anyone.

And yet, here he was. Looking comfortable.

With Y/N.

Phainon had to clutch his forehead. Am I dreaming? Did I die? Am I dead?

He took one slow step back, then another, before turning on his heel and walking away. This needed to be reported immediately.

Phainon burst into the room where the other Chrysos heirs were gathered, his chest heaving as he pointed a dramatic, shaking finger toward the air.

“You guys. You will not believe what I just saw.”

The others looked up from their activities, blinking at him.

Aglaea, ever the composed one, set down her book. “You look… disturbed. What happened?”

Tribbie fluttered her wings excitedly. “Ooh! Did you find treasure?”

“Or did you get in trouble again?” Castorice asked, sipping her tea with that eerie calmness she always had.

Phainon shook his head. “Worse.”

The group collectively leaned in.

“I saw—” He took a deep breath, still not fully believing it himself. “I saw Mydei and Y/N cuddling.”

Silence.

Then—

“WHAT?!”

The room erupted.

��Wait, wait, wait—” Tribbie practically teleported over, grabbing his sleeve. “You’re telling me that Mydei? Our Mydei? Was cuddling?!”

“I—YES!” Phainon threw his hands up. “I saw it with my own eyes! They were all cozy, like—like a couple! Or something!”

Aglaea looked genuinely intrigued. “That… does not seem like Mydei at all.”

Castorice, despite being the calmest of the group, actually set her tea down. “Describe everything. Exactly what you saw.”

Phainon dramatically recounted the scene—how Y/N had been leaning against Mydei, how he had his arm around her, how neither of them looked even remotely annoyed about it.

By the time he was finished, everyone looked equally as shocked.

“I mean…” Tribbie tapped her chin. “Y/N is always hanging around him, but like—cuddling?”

“Mydei must be dying inside,” Castorice muttered, crossing her arms. “Or possessed.”

“That’s what I thought!” Phainon exclaimed. “I swear, I thought I was hallucinating!”

Aglaea narrowed her eyes. “There’s only one way to know for sure.”

Phainon straightened. “Which is?”

“We ask them.”

A few hours later, the Chrysos heirs confronted Mydei and Y/N.

Mydei stood there, arms crossed, face set in stone. Y/N blinked at them in genuine confusion as the group surrounded them like investigators about to crack a case.

“Alright,” Aglaea started, stepping forward. “We have one very important question for you two.”

Mydei’s expression was already annoyed. “What?”

Y/N tilted her head. “Did something happen?”

Phainon squinted at them suspiciously before taking a deep breath. “Were. You. Cuddling.”

A beat of silence.

Then, Mydei scoffed. “What?”

Y/N blinked. “Cuddling? Us?”

“Yes, you!” Phainon nearly threw his arms in the air. “I saw you two together! Mydei had his arm around you! You were leaning against him! You looked comfortable!”

Y/N laughed. “Are you serious?”

Phainon froze.

The way she said it—like he had just said something completely unbelievable.

Even Mydei’s expression didn’t shift. He simply gave an unimpressed look and deadpanned, “You’re hallucinating.”

Phainon’s eye twitched. “I AM NOT.”

Mydei shrugged. “We weren’t cuddling.”

Y/N tilted her head at Phainon, her expression genuinely puzzled. “Phainon, are you feeling okay? Maybe you saw something else?”

The Chrysos heirs looked between them—they seemed so genuine in their confusion.

“Wait…” Aglaea crossed her arms, thinking. “Phainon seemed pretty convinced. If it wasn’t cuddling, what was it?”

“Probably the sun frying his last brain cell,” Mydei muttered.

“HEY!” Phainon glared at him.

Y/N simply shook her head, still looking puzzled. “I don’t remember anything like that happening.”

Phainon’s entire reality started to shake.

No. No, no, no, I saw it. I know I did.

“You’re messing with me,” he said slowly.

Mydei raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re messing with yourself.”

Was he?

The others still seemed genuinely curious, looking back and forth between them. But Mydei and Y/N? Completely unbothered.

Phainon gritted his teeth. “I. Saw. You.”

Y/N just looked at him sympathetically. “Maybe you need some rest?”

Rest.

REST?!

Aglaea placed a hand on Phainon’s shoulder. “Phainon, maybe… you really did imagine it?”

“Yeah,” Castorice added, though she still looked skeptical. “I mean, Mydei cuddling?”

Phainon was spiraling.

“NO. NO, I AM NOT IMAGINING THIS!” He pointed at them. “YOU’RE GASLIGHTING ME!”

Mydei tilted his head, utterly unbothered. “Are we?”

OH TITAN HE IS.

Y/N just smiled. “You really might’ve misinterpreted something.”

Tribbie tilted her head. “Then what exactly did Phainon see?”

“Who knows?” Mydei replied smoothly. “Whatever it was, it wasn’t cuddling.”

Phainon clutched his head. Was he losing his mind?

Did I actually imagine it?

The more they denied it, the more he started to doubt himself.

Aglaea gave him a sympathetic look. “Maybe it was just a weird angle?”

Phainon felt his soul leave his body.

The more time passed, the more he started believing them.

Had he really… imagined it?

Was this the end of his sanity?

Was this how he died?

Maybe he had hallucinated it.

Maybe.

Maybe…

No.

No, he couldn’t have.

But as he looked at Mydei’s stone-faced, unwavering expression, and Y/N’s gentle, innocent confusion, he realized—

They had won.

And the worst part?

He couldn’t even prove them wrong.

Phainon wasn’t crazy.

At least, he was pretty sure he wasn’t.

But over the past few weeks, things had started to feel off.

It started small. Little things.

One day, he had walked into the training grounds and spotted Mydei and Y/N standing too close, whispering.

Their heads were tilted toward each other, Mydei’s usually-annoyed expression softer than Phainon had ever seen.

Then, just as quickly as he had noticed it—Mydei pulled back, and Y/N turned away.

By the time Phainon took a second look, they were standing normally, talking like nothing was strange.

Weird.

Then, it happened again.

He swore he saw Mydei tuck a stray strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear. But when he blinked—Mydei was already gone, walking away as if he had never been there.

Weirder.

And then—

Phainon had just been passing by Y/N’s home when he glanced through the open window.

And there they were.

Mydei had an arm draped over Y/N’s shoulders, her head resting comfortably against his chest. The two of them looked relaxed, peaceful, completely at ease.

Phainon’s mouth dropped open. “Aha! I knew it!”

He blinked.

And suddenly—they weren’t cuddling anymore.

Now, Y/N was sitting at a completely normal distance from Mydei, casually reading a book. Mydei sat beside her, looking as bored as ever, arms firmly crossed.

Phainon’s jaw hung open. “…What.”

Had he just—imagined that?

He knew what he saw. But now, it was like the moment had never happened.

It didn’t make any sense.

And then, over the next few days—it kept happening.

One moment, Mydei and Y/N would be too close. Their hands nearly touching, their voices lower than usual, their gazes lingering.

And the next?

They were standing apart like two completely normal people.

It was starting to drive him insane.

At one point, he actually went to the other Chrysos heirs and begged them to believe him.

“I swear I saw them cuddling on the couch!” he insisted. “I saw Mydei holding her! With my own eyes!”

Aglaea arched a brow. “Are you certain?”

“YES.”

Tribbie tilted her head. “Did you blink?”

“What?”

“Maybe you blinked and imagined it.”

“I did not imagine it!”

But the others just looked at him like he was the crazy one.

Even Castorice, who rarely spoke, gave him a blank look. “Perhaps,” she mused, “you should rest.”

Phainon felt his soul leave his body.

This was Mydei’s fault.

Somehow, some way, Mydei was doing this on purpose.

And he was going to prove it.

Even if it was the last thing he did.

[toothfa-1-ry]

LITTLE MISS DIGGORY

"Is that her?" You whisper as you lean towards the sandy haired boy who was slightly frowing

"Yea" cedric breathed out as he noticed Rita Skeeter and her abomination of a outfit

Your quote un quote bestfriend Cedric diggory was chosen as one of the contestants for the tri wizard competition which lead to being interviewd by a certain witch called Rita Skeeter who had a rather infamous reputation, not the good kind of course

"She seems" your lost for words as you look at her "interesting"

"She's bloody mad, completly lost her marbles" cedric rambles, obviously annoyed as he attempts to block you away from her vision. His light Irish accent suddenly flaring up which only happened when he was uncomfortable

The fact that the usually kind and sweet cedric diggory was calling someone mad, you knew that whatever you had heard of Rita skeeter before, she must have been worser than her rumours

"Don't make eye contact" he whispered

You nodd, quickly turning your head away but it's too late, Rita skeeter had locked eyes with you and a nasty grin forms on her face when she sees cedric with you

"Yoohoo! Cedric!" She cried out in a patronizing sing song voice as she approaches the both of you

You suddenly feel the urge to cling to your books and hide behind cedric

Cedric grimace before he turns around, putting on a forced awkward smile "Rita... I wish I could say it's a pleasure"

"Oh you naughty boy!" Rita's giggles in a high pitch tone "I'm back here again for another interview, a more casual one of course" she says as she ogles between you and cedric

Cedric notices and comes inbetween you and Rita "well shall we go somewhere else than?"

He seriously did not want Rita skeeter among all people to talk to you, God knows what she might write about you. It was already bad enough that Rita had written about him in such a patronizing way

"Oh no" Rita motions cedric to move away "I want to know, who this is" her eyes widen as he looks at you

Cedric inwardly groans, he whispers "I'm really sorry, i didn't want to get you into this"

You nodd, squeezing his arm which seemed to be the wrong thing to do as Rita Skeeter suddenly gasp and her pen begin writing something down

"Oh my your very pretty" Rita came closer to you, her manicured nails now rest on your shoulders "i bet Mr diggory here thinks your very pretty don't you?" She questions cedric

"I mean- well yes" cedric blurts out, his face rather pink with the suddenly confrontation "but I'm not sure why that's relevant right now"

"What about you sweetheart?" Rita questions you

"Cedric and I are good friends" you manage to mutter put before she cuts you in again

"Good friends? Bestfriends? Whats your name dearie?"

You give a confused look as you nodd slowly "im y/n uh l/n and-"

She cuts you off again

"Well do you fancy him? Is this a friends to lovers sort of thing? Ooh now that's something I like" Rita nodds excitedly as her feather pen moves even faster

You notice Cedrics red face with matched yours aswell "Oh i-"

But neither of you can butt in to say anything

"Tell me, how does it feel that your boyfriend" she points at cedric "is in the triwizard competition? Are you happy? Worried? Scared"

Your face goes bright pink "Oh cedric's not my..."

"Y/n and I are good friends" cedric manages to say from underneath the tint of red which clouded his face

"Oh pish posh!" Rita skeeter exclaims as she hit cedric with a pen which made you sneer slightly "you can tell me anything dear! Now tell me how did the both of you start dating?"

"We're not dating-"

"My my... your quite private aren't you" Rita raises her eyebrows as she purses her lips, obviously annoyed at the lack of intell "no worries, ill just have to make up an interesting story"

"Rita i think that's enough for today" Cedric announces, sensing your uncomfortablness

"Oh! But one last question! One last!"

Exasperated cedric sighs as you brace yourself for whatever the last question it may be

"If you had to rate your experience with your boyfriend" she wiggles her eyebrows "ehm.. how much would you rate him?"

Your face flushes a deep crimson, before you can even manage to squeak out a response cedric cuts it off

"Okay that's it" he grabs your hand and rushes off despite Rita Skeeter's protest

"Would you say that he's a good kisser miss y/n? If you don't answer I'm gonna take that as a yes" you could hear Rita skeeter bellow from down the hallway

[motthe]

Married+jayce viktor, visit relatives +she/her reader? Continuation please!! I gotta know more

i hope you enjoy the continuation!!!

warnings: more crazy family shenanigans

Dirty Santa had the family in an uproar when cousin Pat drew number one for the second year in a row. Seeing as your grandmother had made the pieces and walked around with the bowl, no one had any real proof Pat had cheated.

You were happy with your number. It wasn’t dead last like you’d hoped but close enough to see more gifts and get your pick of the litter.

Jayce was scrambling to understand the rules again with Viktor’s help, but even then you’d had to correct him on a few rules.

“Okay,” Jayce muttered, thick brows set in a determined line, “stolen twice and it’s frozen, no stealing back, number one gets to go again at the end and you’re stuck with whatever they trade you.”

“Perfect,” you said. “The rules change from family to family but that’s ours.”

Your more rowdy aunt who was a bit too serious when it came to any type of games shouted for Pat to get a move on. You sat back with your husbands, head cushioned by Jayce’s arm and one of Viktor’s hands in yours. You don’t know where your energy went after dinner, but you could fall asleep to your insane family after years of these events. Although loud and encompassing, it was home, and you were happy your loves were sharing in the madness.

“Who’s five?”

“That would be me,” sighed Viktor as he leaned forward. No one had a chance to offer him assistance as he snatched his cane and use the handle to snag a bag. Everyone whooped as it slid down the length and into his lap.

“Show off!” someone called.

Viktor merely smiled to himself, passing you tissue paper as he revealed a pack of pens, a book of crossword puzzles, and a few of those brain teasers you’d see in bookstores made of wooden figures or metal rings.

“That’s right on the nose for you,” you said, tossing the trash to your father who had the black bag by his chair.

“Yes, I’m quite happy with these,” he hummed, flipping through the crossword puzzles.

“I’m glad someone got them who will actually do them,” your mother sighed, clocking herself as the buyer. “They’re good for your brain!”

After a few more turns, Jayce browsed the lingering gifts on the table in the midst of everyone before eyeing the tool set in Uncle Jimmy’s arms.

“Now, son,” your family member began, mean mugging, “think about that decision.”

Jayce hummed, tapping his chin and staring at ceiling. He was so dramatic. God, you loved him.

Finally, he sighed and shook his head. “I’m thinking I need a new tool set.”

“Ooh, that’s cold,” Great Aunt Lynda cackled, sipping her wine. You could’ve sworn she mentioned a dry December when you all were fixing your plates. Apparently she’d had an incident at Thanksgiving, but you hadn’t been here. You all had gone to Jayce’s mother’s.

Now or made sense why your mother had made it clear that no was to bring beer into this house on the holidays—only wine.

Viktor was sipping some of his own as your number was called. Pulling yourself from his side, you looked over each gift that had already been opened. None of them appealed to you, so you went for the smallest gift bag.

Your husbands leaned in as you pulled out what was clearly a gift card, opening the little flap to see where you’d be buying from.

“How much we talking?” Aunt Pat asked.

“If it’s for fast food I’m taking it,” one of your younger cousins declared.

Viktor choked on a sip while Jayce shrugged, clearly confused as he read the brand. “I don’t dont know this store. Is it local?”

“Oh, it’s local all right,” Great Aunt Lynda said. Everyone snapped their heads to her when she spoke.

“It’s not fast food,” you announced, shoving the card back into the bag. “It’s for medicinal purposes, kiddos.”

“Ew! Medicine?” one of the twins whined, sticking out a tongue. “Who’d want that?”

“Ooh,” Jayce said, tapping away on his phone. “That makes a lot more sense.”

“Lynda there are kids playing!” Dad barked.

She waved a hand, draining her wine glass. “It’s a gift card. Be glad I didn’t bring a D-I-L-D-O—they were two for one!”

“A dodo?” one of the kids questioned.

Jayce lost it. You just shoved the gift bag behind your back and told them to move the game along.

In the end, you and your husbands got to keep your gifts. Aunt Lynda was all too happy to waddle over and talk about the best things to buy before you excused yourself for a bathroom break. Viktor was safe chatting away with Jimmy while Jayce was heading for another snack in the kitchen.

You had all of three, peaceful minutes in the bathroom before your phone lit up.

Groupchat: Jayce 💍 Viktor

Jayce: someone save me Lynda’s blocking the kitchen exit and there’s a mistletoe hanging above her!!

Viktor: That sounds like a trap.

Jayce: no shit!

Viktor: I meant for me. If I come to the rescue, I’m sacrificing my lips for yours.

Jayce: So you’re just going to leave me here?

Viktor thumbed up the question, hearing your laughter from down the hall.

You: Hold on my damsel in distress. I’m on the way.

Jayce: I’m glad to see SOMEONE loves me in this marriage

Washing your hands, you pocketed your phone and readied yourself for the last bit of the party which always ended in more christmas games or old home videos.

Only time would tell.

[pinejayy]

╰➤ First Fight || One Piece

featuring: kid and law

summary: your first fight with your one piece boyfriends // here is part 2

warnings: kid being kid, curse words, law being stubborn and not wanting to eat >:((

✦•··········• 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 •··········•✦

Kid

You knew Kid had a tendency to flirt with other woman especially if he was drunk. You’ve talked to him about it and he always tells you the same thing. “Stop being so insecure Y/N. It’s a little flirting. No big deal.”

But it bothered you so much, the way he talked to these girls and how he bought them drinks and you were the one who usually didn’t get mad but this…this bothered you so much. How could your boyfriend do that to you, you were sure if the roles were reversed he would be throwing a temper tantrum.

Tonight was no different, the kid pirates were at a bar celebrating a successful raid, and the crew were getting drunk their asses off with good beer. And Kid was across the bar flirting with this unknown girl…you watched them from a distance. The way she laughed at his jokes and talked in a high pitched tone of voice to him. It was annoying…but what made you snap was when she pressed her body against his metal arm and he didn’t even bother to push her away.

Stomping your way towards him, you gave the girl a bitter smile and shove her slightly and grab Kid by the ear and proceed to drag him out of the bar, the crew couldn’t help but let out small snickers and small “Ooh! Captain is in trouble!”

Once you guys were outside, Kid slapped your arm away and you rubbed his ear. “What the hell is your problem! Did you really have to embarrass me in front of my own crew!” He snaps, raising his voice at you, his voice was a bit off which meant he was drunk…great.

Keep in mind alcohol makes Kid a bigger asshole.

Scoffing at his words “Me?! Embarrass you? Oh please, you embarrassed me! Flirting with that girl…who does that. Especially in front of their lover?” And Kid couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your words. “This bullshit again? It’s nothing, just a little flirting. Not hurting anyone. I’m sorry that you’re so insecure.”

“Kid! She practically had her chest pressed against you and you didn’t even bother to move her.”

And he just grumbled and crossed his arms, looking down at you. “Oh please, grow the fuck up. Seriously we can’t keep having this same conversation. It’s honestly getting old.”And you couldn’t help but frown at his words. “Kid. I would appreciate it if you stopped. I’m asking you nicely.”

“Ha! Well tough luck! I’m the captain around here, and if you don’t like it then don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” He said and turned around and was about to walk into the bar and you grabbed his arm. “Kid. Please I’m asking you.”

And suddenly Kid snapped “FOR FUCK SAKES Y/N! STOP BEING SO INSECURE AND GROW UP! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT BECAUSE I’M EUSTASS KID!” He yelled at you, this was the first time he actually yelled at you, and you immediately moved your arm back. Feeling a bit intimidating by his loud voice, backing away slowly. Tears began to stream down your face, and Kid couldn’t help but scoff at your tears. “Great you’re crying now, you know what do yourself a favor and go back to the Victoria Punk and stay there, I don’t need your tears ruining my night.”

And with that Kid turned his back to you and before you could get a word in he walked away and back to the bar. Leaving you there alone, crying to yourself.

Now you could see why Kid gained the title of the most ruthless pirate…

Law

Your boyfriend had a tendency to skip meals to lock himself up in his office and bury himself into his books and paperwork. You would usually bring him food and made sure he had food in his stomach. And today was one of those days, you sigh to yourself and walk into his office with a plate of his favorite…Onigiri.

“Oh honey. I got your favorite.” You say with a smile across your face, and place the plate on his desk. And he didn’t even bother looking away from his book. Just letting out a small “Hmm..”

“Hey you can at least look at me. While I’m talking to you.” You say and sat on his desk. And Law took a quick glance at you. “There..Happy.” He mumbled and began to read again. You just sigh, and roll your eyes and decided not to push him further. You knew how he could get whenever he was too busy reading. “So…” Trying to start conversation.

“Do you need something Y/N-ya. Can’t you tell I’m busy here?” He sighed out and placed his book down. “And please, get your bottom off of my desk.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You mumbled and off of his desk. “Just wanna make sure you eat something.” Speaking softly, usually Law would appreciate this gesture but today he felt more annoyed. And he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your words, which made you frown. He’s never acted this way towards you.

Letting out a deep sigh, he spoke up once again. “I understand that, but I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to mother me.”

“I’m not…I’m just looking out for my boyfriend.” You say, and picked up the plate of Onigiri and offered him the food and he looked away. “Please eat something…you’ve been in this office all day. Your book can wait.”

And Law sighed “Or maybe you can wait, have you ever thought about that?” He snaps slightly, which made you frown even more. “I just…thought…well you need to eat.” You say, struggling to speak. “Look if I wanna eat I’ll eat okay, I don’t need you to mother me, now please can I go back to my book.”

“No, you need to eat something. Your book can wait. So eat.” You demanded.

“And who do you think you are speaking to me like that? Huh? In case you’ve forgotten I’m the captain of this ship-”

“And I’m your lover as well!” You quickly cut him off, and he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. “God you’re like an annoying fly that won’t go away. So annoying.”

“Excuse me?” You say and before you could speak even more Law spoke in firm tone of voice. “What? Can’t understand basic English? I said that you’re annoying me.” He lets out a heavy sigh, he watched your face and how you reacted to his words. “Please. Can’t you understand that I just wanna read my book, I don’t need your constant breathing down my neck. So please be useful and leave my office.”

And you stood there, Law has never spoken to you like that before. Looking down and away from his gaze, you tried not to cry. You place the plate down again on his desk. And a single tear slipped out and Law caught a glimpse of it and immediately felt awful. He was about to speak up but you quickly walked out and left him alone in his office.

“Fuck..” He mumbled to himself, and he looked at the plate of good and his stomach growled. God he hadn’t noticed how hungry he was. But he felt awful, he’s never spoken to you like that.

tagging: @st4rpiece ,, @takamimami ,, @zalera8310 ,, @oatmealmika

[zillabean]

MADS MIKKELSEN SIGNED MY HANNIBAL BODY PILLOW 💖💖💖

Thanks ECCC, for another wonderful Hannibal Reunion Weekend! ❤️ I had an absolutely lovely time with Mads and Hugh, and all my awesome Fannibal friends! Always so sad when it’s over, but very grateful for all the fun memories. Here are a few fun highlights!

I gifted Mads some caramels and he smiled and goes “Oh, are these chocolates?” I told him they were handmade caramels and he was like “Ooh!”, held up the box and did this cute smoochy kiss at it and then gave it to his handler (Steven again!) to add to his gift stash. 🎁

I asked him to sign a few figures for me and that I would have another new Embarrassing Thing for him later. (“Alright, then!”) I was sheepish about it and said “I hope you don’t mind…!” and he was like “I don’t mind at all, bring it on!” and did this Gimme Gimme hand motion. 😆

I told him it was maybe about as weird as The Boobies (the Hannibal mousepad), but he was totally fine with that so maybe it wasn’t a big deal. 🤣 He smiled and said “🎵~You’re The Booby Girl~🎵!” and I just started laughing and said “Why yes I am!” 😌

The fact that Mads Mikkelsen knows me as The Booby Girl is a title I will wear with pride.

“The Girl With the Tiddies” and “Chicago Girl”, he called me at RDC6.

'Tis an honor, sir~ 🤣

I told him I appreciated his tolerance for my nonsense and he smirked, “I bet your family does, too.” 😏 TERRIBLE MAN. 🤣 I got a selfie with him and he gave me a fist bump and a “see ya later”~ ❤️

The Hannibal Panel itself was, as usual, WONDERFUL. Mads & Hugh are just fantastic! Their chemistry and friendship really shines through in their easy way of chatting with each other, and it’s always such a joy to see them interacting and chatting about our favorite series. ❤️

I’m not going to do a whole write-up about it as the panel is viewable online, and others have posted far better quality photos than any of mine came out. I’m always doing my very best to ‘live in the moment’ during the panels because I just want to take it all in as best I can!

For my photo ops Mads was so sweet! ❤️ When I came up, he turned to me and goes “There she is! C’mere~” and held his arms open and did this cute beckoning hand gesture to bring me over, and let me hug him for the photo ❤️☺️

When I asked him to sign my Hannibal pillow case he goes “Let’s do it, give it here, let’s go! 😤💪🏻 *gimme gimme hand gestures again* No hesitance at all, no weird looks, he was all in 🤣 What a seriously great sport! 💖

He also signed some of my art for me (which I gifted him as well) and he said they were very nice~ 🥹💖

I later went for my duo photo with Mads and Hugh and when it got to my turn and Mads saw me, he again goes “Oh, here she is!” and did his cute customary beckoning hand motions, and Hugh gave me a big smile “Hello!” ❤️

Eryn later gifted me her photo op as she was stuck in the Summit building and couldn’t make it back to the Arch in time for a pic, so she was like “HERE, GO” and so I was able to sneak in a bonus solo photo at, literally, the very last minute before Mads left.

Mads was just chilling in the chairs with his handlers, and I told him “my friend was supposed to be here but she couldn’t make it in time, so she gave me her ticket.” Mads grinned “Well then it will just be the 2 of us this time, c’mere” and let me give him a big hug again. 🥹

I had a few more really memorable and funny interactions with him but this post is getting long enough so those are posted on my patreon. My lucky patrons can read all my Mads Mikkelsen squealing and gushing over there. 🤣 (You guys get to see him basically call me TINY haha 🤣)

I also had a few interactions with Hugh which were very chill and nice! ❤️ I asked him to sign my art and gifted him a print as well and he was very sweet. He doesn’t see my silly face as often as Mads so I don’t think he recognizes me at all, but he is always kind and courteous!

I also managed to get Gina Torres to sign my Hannibal book! She is absolutely radiant in person, and I told her that her Bella was just heartbreaking in the show. She agreed, and said she kept hoping she'd beat him (Hannibal, at his game), but... 💔 Very lovely woman.

I also got to see my sweet friend Tia Ballard a few times! Mads & Hugh didn't arrive until Saturday so I haunted Tia whenever I had a chance on Thursday and Friday when she wasn't too busy. She is just the SWEETEST. So sweet, so lovely, so talented! A really radiant soul. 💖

The rest of the con was just a whirlwind of fun with Fannibal friends! The Hannibal Meat Up went wonderfully, so many folks attended and we had a great time! Various Fannibal groups came and went throughout the hour. Lots of gift exchanges and chatting. Thank you for coming! 💖

Overall, a very fun con, as always! I do hope there will be more opportunities again in the future, and that I will be blessed and lucky enough to partake and see everyone again. ❤️

ALSO BONUS: Eryn, her husband and I went and got the most EXTRA hot pot we could 🥩🥘🍲🤣

[skzdust]

You Love It When I'm Bringing You Hell

SMUT. MINORS DNI.

To the person who inspired this: hope you like xx

Hope the rest of you like too ;) This is a sequel to I Want You To Want For Me

Title from "Complex" by Xana.

Summary: You and Minho have another day where you're entirely his.

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Includes: free use, shower sex, kitchen sex, fingering, clit stimulation, chef Minho, riding, begging, EDGING, sharpies teehee

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst, @atzlordz, @jeonginsleftcheek

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

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You tested the shower with your hand, feeling how hot it was. You were satisfied with the scorching temperature, so you got in, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax.

Your shower was your favorite part of your morning routine. You loved feeling clean to start off the day, and the hot water felt so nice.

Your eyes flew open as the bathroom door opened. You peeked past the curtain. “Hello?”

“Hi, baby.” Minho was standing there, taking off his shirt. Your eyes went wide as you saw his chest.

“Joining me?”

“Yeah.” He looked at you, his smile falling. “You’re mine today, remember?”

You had, in fact, remembered. You’d been counting down to it, in fact.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be right there.” He waved at you, and you got back into the water, trying for about two seconds to breathe and ignore the sensations rushing to your pussy at the thought of what was about to happen. But then Minho stepped into the shower, his cock already hard, and you threw that idea out the window.

You met his eyes, and he put a hand behind your head, stroking the hair behind your ear for a second. His face was tender, and you were almost fooled for a second that he wasn’t going to rail you within an inch of your life.

Minho’s hand slid down, behind your neck, and he pulled you into a kiss. You moaned softly, opening your mouth so he could lick into it.

His other hand moved to your waist, then started to trail further down until he was gently circling your clit.

“Ugh, Minho.” You moaned. “Need more.”

“The way I see it, I get to set the pace.” He said with a snicker. “And you’re gonna be patient for now.”

He continued to kiss you, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling at it harder until your moans had grown from soft to desperate. “Minho…”

“Calm down.” He murmured. “Be a good girl for me and be patient.”

Your body was growing hotter and hotter, and it got even worse as he pushed a finger inside you. You felt so tightly coiled that perhaps just the right motion from Minho would have you coming. You hoped it would, you hoped he’d send you over the edge, holding you close and continuing to kiss you. You’d moan into his mouth as you came, and he’d stroke your hair, and—

He pulled his fingers out of you, smirking. “You were close, weren’t you?”

“Shut up and let me cum!” You whined.

“Ah-ah, that’s not what an obedient slut says.” He licked his fingers off, then held them up to the water to wash your remaining juices off. “A good girl doesn’t talk back.”

“I—”

“No.” He said firmly. “No. You don’t disagree with me.” He stepped out of the shower, and you were worried for a second he was genuinely mad. You bit your lip.

“I’m gonna leave a sharpie here. Put a tally above your left hip.” He said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“What’s that for?”

“The amount of times you’ve been edged today.”

You shivered, despite the heat of the water.

—

You were sitting in the living room, reading your book, when an amazing smell began to waft out of the kitchen.

“Minho, what are you making?”

“Come in here!”

You walked into the other room, smiling as you saw your chef of a boyfriend stirring something on the stove. “Ooh, what’s that?”

“Pasta recipe of my own invention. Can you do some dishes for me real quick?”

“Yeah, of course.” You rolled up your sleeves and went to the sink, noting a few bowls that had already been stacked in it.

A few minutes later, you heard the burner click off, and the clink of metal as Minho moved the pot.

“Is it ready?” You looked over at him.

“It just has to sit for a second.” He smiled. “So we should do something for a second.”

You knew exactly what Minho wanted. “You know, I think I should try to get these dishes done.”

He shrugged. “Fine by me.”

You returned to the sink, but soon there were arms encircling your waist, and Minho was kissing up your neck. “Just because you want to do dishes doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.”

You sighed as he bit a hickey into the soft skin of your shoulder. “Fuck, Minho.”

He continued to tease you for a little longer before you could feel his cock at your entrance. “Please.”

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please fuck me.” You whispered.

“Oh, well, we wouldn’t want the food getting cold, and the dishes seem to be done.” You could feel him pull back, and hear the zipper of his fly.

“I hate you.” You groaned.

“No, you don’t. Come on, lets’ have lunch!”

You rolled your eyes, but joined him at the table.

“By the way,” he said as he set down your bowl, “put a tally for that one. I know it’s not quite edging, but close enough, right?”

—

“Minho!” You called into the other room. “Help me pick the movie, I don’t know what to watch.”

He walked in, holding a bowl of popcorn. “It’s your night to pick, I can’t help you.”

“Yes, you literally can.”

“No, I literally can’t.” He laid down next to you, propping the popcorn between you.

“Please?”

“Just put something on, baby.”

You sighed and picked something from your watchlist that looked vaguely interesting, some fantasy art heist thing.

As the opening credits started, you snuck a glance at Minho. He looked alert, like he was waiting for something.

You reached for the popcorn, and suddenly he was on top of you, his knees on either side of your hips.

He reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to reveal the two tally marks on your left hip: one from the shower, one from the kitchen. “This is too few.” He mused.

“No, actually, I think it’s too many, don’t I deserve to come?” You raised your eyebrows.

“And that is exactly why you don’t deserve to come.” He smirked. “Someone hasn’t learned anything.”

He got off of you, laying down on his back where he’d been before. “Ride me.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You hurried to pull your skirt up, and you hadn’t bothered with underwear all day. Minho unzipped his pants, but left you to do the rest. Your hands shook as you pulled them and his boxers down.

He was hard, as he had been all night. You sank down on his cock with a loud moan. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s a good slut.” He breathed. “So tight around me, fuck.”

You began to move up and down, fucking yourself on his cock. He reached so deep inside you, you whined and moaned with each movement.

“Feel good?” He asked, reaching over to touch your thigh.

“Yes.” You panted.

“Good, tell me when you’re close.”

You continued to ride him, and he continued to comment.

“Good little slut.”

“Pretty thing, keep going for me.”

“So fucking tight for me.”

You were so into it you were on the edge before you knew it. “Minho, I’m going to come.”

“Stop.” He said, and you paused where you were.

“What?”

He looked at you like it was obvious. “You’re not allowed to come.”

“Aw, please?”

He laughed. “You’ll have to beg better than that if you really want it.”

“Please.” You whimpered. “Please, Minho, can I cum? Please? I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

He considered for a moment. “Hm, fine, I’ll let you come if you can edge yourself five times.”

“Five?”

He nodded. “Anything, right?”

You whined. “Fine, five times.”

By two, your knees were dead, so Minho flipped you over and began to fuck into you himself, biting your neck and shoulders as he went. You moaned and shivered under his attentions, pushing your hips up into him. “Jesus, Minho, more…”

He made a tally himself on your hip every time you lost an orgasm. It felt like an eternity, but you got up to five, making seven total.

“Please, can I cum now?” You begged, shaking under the duress of being edged five times.

“Yes, you’ve been so good for me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, and you smiled.

“Thank you, Minho.”

“‘Course, baby.”

He fucked you even harder than he had before, his hand coming down to play with your clit.

Your orgasm hit quickly, washing over you like a tide. You moaned and writhed on the bed, and it felt like fireworks were going off all through you.

You fell limp. “So good.”

He kissed you gently, still inside you. “Beautiful girl. I’m glad you feel good.”

You felt him draw a mark on your right hip, and then he pulled back and kept going. “Now, we’re going to see if we can get those numbers to match.”

You moaned as he began to fuck you again.

[un-lawliet]

Can I PLEASE request more soft gojo fics pleaseee. Maybe in jujitsu tech where he barges in the class we're teaching just to give us a goodbye kiss because he's going on a mission and he just can't go without a kiss! 🥺

“Teacher, Teacher”

-in which Gojo visits you before he leaves for his mission.

“And so Maki!” You say, staring down at the faces of your students, your arms opening in a hug like motion towards them.

“When using any of your cursed tools, make sure you protect your weak points, it’s essential!”

It was late in the afternoon, and you were currently going over your students last performance in training, your eyes lit up with passionate praise as you evaluated their improvements.

Maki nods, her face resting on her palm, her glasses slipping down her nose slightly.

“Now..Panda.” You turn, looking at him a grin on your face.

Panda straightens, cocking his fluffy head in acknowledgement to your engagement.

You giggle, “Well, you did great! However, maybe try to rely a little less on your size and more on the technical aspect of your attacks.”

“Tuna.” You hear Inumaki sigh, rubbing his shin in which Panda had sat on mid battle.

“If I have the weight shouldn’t I use it?” Panda questions gently, ignoring Inumaki entirely.

You nod, “Of course! Just not to the point where your entire strength hinges on it…If that makes sense..”

“Try throw a punch she means.” Maki interrupts, leaning back in her chair yawning.

“Salmon.”

“Listen, I can’t help it if my battle tactics are different from you’s two” Panda huffs.

“So what? You gonna sit on a curse?”

“Maybe I will.” Panda replies, sticking out his chest, “See if they can handle me!”

Inumaki’s shoulder slumps as he writes something on the book in front of him before holding it up.

“You’ll get destroyed.”

“The hell? No I won’t.”

Maki leans over to read Inumaki’s writing before laughing to herself, “He has a point y’know”

“Stupid point.”

“Bonito flakes.”

“Ooh someone’s mad I beat him.”

“OoOoh some Panda’s mad that he gets annihilated by a grade 4 curse.” Maki cheekily replies, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

“Hey!” You interupt, “Nobodys getting annihilated when I’m the teacher.”

Your students sigh and turn back to you, Inumaki sticking out his tounge to Panda in his movements.

And you giggle to yourself fondly.

You love being a teacher.

After training at Jujutsu Tech it seemed the only natural course for you, you had strength of course, but your real talent stemmed from your ability to create battle plans that exploited sorcerers strengths and disguised their weaknesses.

Yaga had welcomed you as a co-worker just a couple days after your graduation, his grin wide as he explained your duties before frowning at someone behind you.

“And what are you doing here Satoru.”

“What? I’m here to teach.”

“Huh?” You had said turning to look at him.

Even Shoko, who you would tease for her stoicism, raised an eyebrow.

“You’re gonna teach?” She said, “You.”

Gojo placed a hand on his heart, a dramatic showing of offence present in the way he opened his mouth and gasped, “Is it that weird?”

“Yes.” You all deadpanned.

Yaga scratched the back of his head, “Never in all my years of teaching you, have you ever shown an interest in teaching.”

“Well, it’s different now.” Gojo replied simply, grinning at his previous teacher, gloating. “Someone has to look after this one.” He nodded towards you, winking.

“Look after me??” You exclaim, turning to face him fully, your arms crossed, “I’m more than capable of-”

“Is this about Geto?” Shoko had asked plainly, resting her chin on her palm, staring Gojo out.

All of you went silent.

“No, not at all.”

Gojos’ expression had turned cold, as if the very mention of his best friend could freeze any conversation, any fleeting moment. You felt uneasy, your body closing in on itself to fight off the chill.

“Are you sure-”

“Yes.”

It was awkward.

Gojo and Shoko staring at eachother, as if commuting in a silent battle in which you and Yaga could not understand.

Quiet. Until Yaga interupted with a sigh, shaking his head.

“You’ll have to do an interview.”

“HUH?” Gojo replied, his head swinging back to Yaga, breaking his battle with Shoko instantaneously.

“Y/N didn’t need an interview?”

“Y/N is not a reckless.”

“Neither am I!!”

And you remember laughing into your palm, the pain of the past dissipating for a split second, as Gojo pouted, and followed Yaga into his office, as Shoko congratulated you on your new job.

Your new job that you had kept for the last 10 years.

…With Satoru Gojo.

Who had somehow, along the way, stole your heart.

Your phone buzzes from your desk, and you glance at it to see a message for Satoru, asking you if you wanted anything back from his mission later.

You deflate a little at the reminder.

You weren’t going to see Gojo before his mission due to your scheduled classes with the second years.

It had been a while since you had properly spent time with him, you missed seeing his silly face.

You sigh, you’ll reply later.

“So Maki, were you with Nobara yesterday?” You hear Panda start as you tune back into your students conversation.

“Huh? Yea? We were training.”

“Oh oh oh…Private training sessions…” Panda smirks, and you swear Maki’s glare could kill.

“Salmonnn~.”

“Shut up Inumaki.”

“Look Inumaki she’s totally blushing!” Panda laughs, you think it sounds more like a roar.

“That’s it! I swear to God, next training session I will fuc-”

The sliding door behind you opens, and you turn to see your boyfriend waltz into the room, bending to pass through the threshold.

“There she is!” Gojo says, opening his arms in your direction.

“Oh here we go.” Maki mutters.

Gojo was beaming, his mouth carrying the weight of his expression, teeth bared in a wide grin, eyes hidden behind his blindfold.

He raised his arms and walked towards you, ignoring your students exasperation, only focusing on you.

“Hello!” You say, as he pulls you into his chest, giving you a big; dramatic kiss on your head, swaying gently.

“Thought you were leaving?” You question, leaning towards him.

“I was, but someone didn’t reply to my text.” Gojo huffs back, pulling away to watch your face.

“How can I face this world’s dangers if I’m being ignored!?”

“You just sent it Toru.”

“Aha! So you did see it!”

“I was gonna reply later.”

Gojo shakes his head, pouting, “Not good enough.”

You watch amused as he taps his cheek twice, challenging you.

You giggle rising up on your feet to kiss his cheek, before you push him away by the chest.

“Go!” You say, your voice light, “You got your goodbyes, don’t let me hold you back.”

And he just looks at you, a soft smile on his face and you miss the cheeky look he gives you before leaning down and quickly kissing you.

It was small and gentle, and you barely register the disgusted groans of your students, your cheeks warning.

“I’ll be home by 10.” Gojo says, patting your head, “Don’t wait up for me if you’re tired yea?”

And you nod, although you both know that you’ll stay up to see him regardless.

“Be safe!” You call after him, as he walks away, a spring in his step.

“Always am baby!”

And then he’s gone, and you’re left speechless and smiling.

“God, can we leave?” Maki groans, “I feel sick.”

“You just wish that was you and Nobara Maki.” Panda teases, and you hear Inumaki laugh, slapping the desk.

Maki’s face turns bright red and she stands up from her desk, pointing a finger at Panda.

“You and me outside now, we can see if Pandas can survive being buried alive!”

“Oh it’s on!”

You lift an eyebrow and all three of them rise, not bothering to stop them.

“Please try not to kill each other.” You call after them, laughing as Inumaki salutes you before he exits.

…You love being a teacher.

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A/N THANK U FOR THE REQUEST !!! i decided just to write it silly, just bc i’m not too good at the characterisation of the second year students EEK so i hope this is ok !!!!! i love gojo <3 also i wrote this instead of getting ready for work so AHHHHHH i have to panic get ready now so that’s fun

i love you all have a lovely LOVELY day thank u for reading :)

[squinch-depraved]

plllsssss write more for that virgin au i fell in love with it!! i would love to read about schlatt finding out about charlie by accident

ok here's how schlatt finds out about what went down between you and charlie, v short just to get us to the next part where our boy teddy gets to have some fun so stay tuned for that :3

charlie is just. unable to look schlatt in the eyes.

like, he feels so guilty.

even though he didn't technically do anything wrong, charlie feels horrible for breaking down and asking you to sleep with him

and he's got a few hickeys visible, despite his best efforts at covering them up

so ted's all, "ooh, someone got some this weekend!"

and he tries to get charlie to open up about it

but he just mumbles something about not wanting to talk about it and moves on

schlatt flags this as weird, but ted just shrugs and says charlie doesn't have to talk about it if he doesn't want to

but schlatt just can't move on from it.

charlie looks guilty.

he never looks guilty.

what did he do?

schlatt has to figure it out; he's got this feeling in his gut that something's wrong about the whole situation

but he just keeps studying, waiting to see if he can gather any extra information

and he does.

charlie makes the mistake of leaving his phone out, face up, when he goes to talk to a friend about something that happened in one of their classes

a text from you lights up the screen, and ted, sitting next to charlie, reads it first

for schlatt, the phone is upside down, so it takes him a minute

but once he processes your message, he's piecing it together in his mind and his blood runs hot

"'i'm not going to be the one to tell him. you're the one who begged for it, you have to explain to him what we did.'"

he repeats the message out loud once more and slams his books closed, shoving his things into his bag and furiously slinging it over his shoulder

"dude, you aren't even together, you can't control them," ted reasons, trying to salvage the hangout

charlie saunters back over, face falling once he checks his phone and sees schlatt towering over the table with a scowl on his face

"hope it was worth it, man," he mutters, voice laced with anger

"i- i didn't mean to hurt-"

"doesn't matter. i'll see you guys later," schlatt spits out, stalking away from the table and slamming through the library doors

it's silent for a bit before ted speaks

"he'll get over it. give him some time."

"...i hope so."

"he will, he just needs time to realize he doesn't have any say in what y/n does and he'll be over it like that."

ted snaps his fingers with the last word and receives a shhh from an attendant shelving books nearby

"maybe. he really likes them, though. i think i might have actually fucked up this time, ted. it was incredible, but i don't know if it was worth losing schlatt's friendship."

charlie runs a hand through his hair and blows out a frustrated exhale

"maybe he would be less mad if i slept with them too?" ted asks, more wondering aloud to himself than anything

"because then he would have to be mad at both of us," he says as he works through his thought

"and then you wouldn't feel as bad about being the only one to do it!"

charlie just stares at him for a bit

"are you fucking serious, dude? you're gonna make it that much worse?"

"look, man, if i sleep with her, and tell him, he'll be mad at me too, thus taking some of the blame off you. do you see what i'm getting at?"

"yes, dude, i see what you're getting at, but it's a shitty plan and he's just gonna kill both of us."

"...we shall see," ted answers with a sense of finality, grinning as he packs up his stuff

"i'll let you know how it goes." he smirks down at charlie one last time before pulling his phone out of his pocket to check it

"you're an idiot!" charlie whisper-yells as ted struts away

but ted just raises one hand, middle finger sticking up, and exits the library, determined to get in on the bliss that his best friends had experienced so he would no longer be the only virgin in the group

he's humiliated that he's the last one left, but a trip to your apartment will surely change that

so he takes a deep breath, adjusts his bag, and walks to the side of campus that your home's on, excited to see how this whole situation will unfold

[blessedbucky]

based off my own thot because i saw a lack of tentacles in the satosugu/reader tag and took that personally! (i wanted this posted because the brainrot is real right now so apologies if there are any mistakes!)

pairing: satoru/suguru/reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: TENTACLES BABY, so...shibari-ish by proxy?, vaginal, oral, anal, this throuple do be a little fucked up but that's just jjk territory, satoru and reader seeing orders to kill suguru on sight and straight up saying "that sign can't stop me because i can't read!", some jealousy, a mention of exhibition, suguru lowkey being a daddy, i think that's everything

my thanks to @firefly-graphics for the header! i'm tickled pink by it!

I hate you!

There’s a hum, but you’re still not looked at. “Why, my dearest, are you looking at me like that? I don’t think it was me that put you in this situation.” Suguru flips to the next page in his book. His face hasn’t shifted once since this all started. He still wears that same blasé expression, as if he couldn’t be bothered with any of this. “If anything, I’m helping my sweet girl by teaching her a lesson.” Your adrenaline spikes when you watch him raise a hand. “You need to have a stronger backbone, dear…”

Just as you feared, Suguru flicks his fingers. The cursed spirit shifts as it’s commanded to, and the inky black tentacles move deeper. You didn’t even think that was possible! You breathe harshly through your nose as the heavy weight of the tentacle pushes further down your throat. You still gag. Tears blur your vision but it’s not enough for you not to see that Suguru is finally watching you.

Then, Suguru smirks. It’s that shitty, smug one. It’s bait, of course. It always is. That smirk is always followed by something said that’s so egregious that it makes you act up. And, sure enough, “You can’t keep letting our darling Satoru have his way.”

You’re letting him have his way right now, Suguru!

“Ooh, I know that look.” Suguru reaches out. You think that this is it! He’s finally going to touch you! Instead, he lovingly pets at his new favorite cursed spirit. “Let me guess—you think it’s only him that I’m indulging, is that it?” He chuckles at the widening of your eyes. “Aw, that’s cute. You really thought I wouldn’t find out about what you two little perverts are watching and getting off to together.”

Stalker, you think at him as if he can read your mind. Though, with how deep in your guts his curses are, you’d think that he’d be able to do that. Creep. Pervert. It’s not like these things bother you. You’re as half-mad as Satoru. Suguru makes you both so fucking stupid, so you two get home to your apartment, feeling Suguru’s residuals, and think it’s romantic. Right now, you’re just on the verge of breaking down because Suguru won’t touch you.

“I don’t like this attitude,” Suguru remarks. “Satoru is usually the bratty one. Look at how good he’s being right now.”

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! This is bullshit! The only reason he’s being so good right now is because you fucked him stupid, and you know it!

Satoru started this whole thing and he’s getting the praise now?!

In the middle of keeping your face pinned down against the mattress by the back of your neck and snapping his hips against your ass, that bastard had leaned over your back and started whispering in your ear. Let’s drop in on Suguru, hmm? It had been over three months since either of you had seen him. There was always this…unspoken rule that you and Satoru do not interfere in Suguru’s world. But then Satoru said, I hear he hired some bitch to be his assistant. We should totally fuck somewhere that she’ll find us. C’mon, baby, let’s make him pay attention to us.

Alright, yeah, maybe you do need to grow a backbone.

Though…it was really worth it to see that bitch’s face when she walked into Suguru’s office to find your head hanging over the edge of his desk while Satoru ruthlessly pounded into you. It was made all the better when Suguru slammed open the door about thirty minutes later and snapped at her to leave him alone. No matter how close his little cult followers or family get, he’ll only ever be fake smiles with them. And you’re as much a greedy little hedonist as Satoru is, so it’s nearly orgasmic to know that only you and Satoru can see every side of Geto Suguru.

You don’t quite remember what Satoru said when he mouthed off to Suguru. All you remember is that beatific smile of Suguru’s and his sugary sweet voice when he said, I see. I’ve been neglecting my darlings. Let’s go to my room, shall we? If you wanted to see me so badly, I’ll let you see me as much as you want.

Unlike Satoru, you had some sense left for you to nervously think, I’m in danger! Common sense flew out the window when Suguru slid one of those obscenely big hands of his under his yukata to tug it loose, though. You and Satoru followed after him like bitches in heat.

Let you two see him, Suguru definitely has done. You see each other, too. Satoru is the picture definition of lewd right now. You don’t want to imagine what shape you’re in yourself. You’re mirror images. On your knees, kept in the perfect pose by the one tentacle that’s wrapped around your ankles and wrists. It forces your backs to arch, putting your breasts on full display. A tentacle didn’t waste time before it was wrapping around your tits, too. Satoru got tentacles locking around his chest, squeezing so hard as to bring attention to Satoru’s pecs. Sensitive little Satoru started having the suckers of tentacles pluck at his nipples and the strongest sorcerer of the modern age turned into a whimpering mess.

The strongest sorceress of the modern age lost every thought in her head when all her holes got filled. A tentacle down your throat, one of the bigger ones thrusting inside your pussy, and another carefully pushing inside your ass. No prep. Even with the tentacles lubricated with something almost sweet, it burned. That just makes it better. Rough is the default setting when you three have sex. Gentleness only comes when you’ve all burned out that pent-up aggressive energy.

You and Satoru were okay with it, at first. That tentacle monster bursting onto the scene behind Suguru was like a wet dream come true. Hell, you didn’t even complain when Suguru propped himself up against the headboard with a book. None of you are a stranger to some edging.

Then, you and Satoru were two orgasms in, and the tentacles hadn’t budged. Suguru was making no move to do so, either. It’s become clear that Suguru’s affection is a double-edged sword. Suguru will spoil you and Satoru…and will turn right around and mercilessly abuse that gift to punish you both. Because Suguru knows how tactile you and Satoru are. You two crave touch, especially Suguru’s. To be denied it for so long…

Satoru’s lashes are clumped together from his tears. He’s overstimulated, exhausted, and silently begging Suguru with those shining blue eyes to end his suffering. You get pissy, though. The defiance and anger are meant to goad him because even a rough touch is still a touch.

“Ngh!”

Suguru isn’t falling for any of it. He snaps his fingers and the tentacles that he’d forced to stop moving about ten minutes ago start thrusting inside you. Satoru’s shout is muffled by the tentacle he’s been deepthroating. The tentacles go from zero to a hundred, pumping inside you at a pace that you both relish and aren’t ready for. Your eyes roll in the back of your head. Just before you come so hard that you’re convulsing and liquid gushes from your pussy, you feel the splatter of Satoru’s hot come across your thighs.

“Alright. No more playing.” Suguru gets on his knees, shuffling forward. He shoves his pants down in one fluid movement, his thick, massive cock slapping against his abdomen. He grips the base of it, holding it out in Satoru and your direct lines of sight. “Suck me off.” The tentacles in both your mouths slips away, leaving you and Satoru drooling and panting. “If you two can work together and make this real good for me, I’ll come in all your holes. How’s that sound, my loves?”

[penny-anna]

Luz: hey Hunter have you seen-

Hunter, falling off the couch, scrambling to hide what he's holding: what no I wasn't

Luz:

Luz: is that The Good Witch Azura: Book 2: Hecate's Revenge?

Hunter: no?

Luz: yes? did you get that out my room?

Hunter: no, I - I found it, in, uh, the kitchen -

Luz: no you didn't?

Luz: were you actually reading that? why?

Hunter:

Luz: I'm not mad they just don't seem like your kind of thing?

Hunter: ok fine you're always talking about how much you like these Azura books and they seem to make you so happy so I wanted to see why you love them so much, okay? okay??

Luz: oh my god

Hunter: I'm sorry I'll put it back in your room

Luz: .....oh my god :D

Hunter: no no stop

Luz: you care about my interests!

Hunter: no I don't I hate books

Luz: you wanted to read The Good Witch Azura because you like me!

Hunter: noooo

Luz: oh my god you're the sweetest

Hunter: shut up I'm not sweet I'm scary stop looking at me like that

Luz: aww Hunter

Luz: okay but also you need to start with book 1, you can't read them out of order

Hunter: *mumbling*

Luz: huh?

Hunter: I said I finished book 1 last night!

Luz: whoa really? What did you think of the ending?

Hunter: uh I'm just reading them I'm not forming opinions or anything

Luz:

Hunter: ...................Hecate didn't mean that stuff she said, right? she's gonna come back?

Luz: well I'm not gonna spoil it but ohmygosh you're gonna love how this plays out

Luz: ooh favourite character? no - no - favourite chapter - actually, no we can get together with Amity after dinner and all three of us can talk

Hunter: uh-oh

Luz: I can't believe you're actually reading them this is so exciting *squeeing*

Luz: okay but seriously don't ever take stuff out my room without asking again

[elene78-blog]

When Jeremy comes home, trying to hide a swollen cheek and split lip, Laila starts to freak out.

"You promised me, Jeremy. You said only with people who respect you from now on!"

Jeremy abruptly tries to explain himself, which isn't easy to do over her screaming.

"I promise you, this time it wasn't his fault, only mine, really!"

Laila grows increasingly furious.

"You don't deserve anything they do to you, Jeremy! Nothing! How many times are we going to have this conversation? And on top of that, you're defending him! You saw Jean do that until he got better… How can you not see that? You deserve respect!"

"Laila, really, it wasn't like that. Listen to me…"

"No, Jeremy. Jean and Cat are walking Jab, and I'm sorely tempted to let Jean go after that jerk this time. Maybe this way…"

"Don't tell Jean, not Jean!" Jeremy yells, desperate. Laila sees the blush creeping up his face, his cheeks glowing. "I swear I deserved it this time," Jeremy insists.

Laila raises an eyebrow, hesitant. This is actually the first time Jeremy has made such desperate excuses when someone hits him. He usually acts downcast and downplays it, but this is new.

"And what were you supposed to have done to deserve this?"

Jeremy opens his mouth. At that moment, Jab bursts through the door and runs toward him, tail wagging and barking wildly, his paws raised on Jeremy's knees for Jeremy to pet him. Unable to deny him affection, he bends down to pet Jab and picks him up while trying to calm his joy with hugs and tickles.

Cat and Jean stare at him, mouths agape. Cat's expression remains shocked. Jean's changes radically to the most intense fury.

No, don't do that. Not you, please, Jeremy thinks as Jean strides over and scans his cheek, growing increasingly furious.

"You…" Before he goes mad, Jean searches for more wounds with his eyes, circling him like a dog. Jeremy tightens his arms around Jab, who has calmed down. "Who…?"

"Jeremy says it was his fault this time," Laila declares, cornering him.

"What nonsense is that? Jeremy…" Cat says. "I thought that was over." How could this be your fault?"

"Jeremy was going to enlighten me with that," Laila assures.

"Who did it?" Jean insists, growing increasingly furious.

And between the three of them, Jeremy has no choice but to say it.

"Laila would be furious if Cat said another woman's name while she had her knees on her shoulders, don't say no!" He shouts very quickly.

Silence returns for several long seconds at the incredulity of the three.

"You said another man's name while you were fucking a guy?" Cat asks, shifting from disappointment to curiosity, and from curiosity a little to mockery. "That's almost funny…"

"Except he hit you, and it isn't," Jean cuts in fiercely.

"Well, of course," Cat says, trying to recover her annoyance, but a little amused by the situation. "That's never happened to you, has it? What man keeps you up at night enough to make you forget the name of the person you've torn in half?"

Jeremy looks at Cat in horror. Then he looks at Laila pleadingly. Very, very quickly, he looks at Jean, just for a microsecond.

The girls look at each other with wide eyes.

Jean breaks the silence in a firm, aggressive voice.

"I want a name, and this time you're going to give it to me."

"It's… It's…" Jeremy stutters.

"It's Theo, isn't it?" Laila asks. Jean turns to her like a hawk spotting a field mouse.

"Yes… Theo…" Jeremy says.

"And he slapped you because you were thinking about that other guy, who's…" Laila continues. In Jeremy's opinion, she could have stopped right there, but she preferred to have fun getting revenge, the cheater "…Which is Boris. You like Boris." You know, that Boris you were with that time…"

"Boris? He said "ooh Jeremy" while you were fucking and you said… "ooh Boris"? What kind of name is Boris, for starters?"

If Jeremy remembers correctly, Theo and Boris are the main characters in Laila's favorite book.

"Yeah, I… I said Boris… That's what I said," he admits, and tries not to die of embarrassment as he does so.

"Theo," Jean repeats with a murderous expression. "He's a dead man. And Boris too."

Jeremy tries to say that supposed Boris didn't do anything except invade his thoughts the moment a man was nice to him in bed, but he doesn't think Jean would give up on her desire to avenge Jeremy's honor by searching for Theo and Boris on campus if he said so.

Laila and Cat move their lips behind Jean.

"You're finished," Laila says.

And Jeremy has to admit he is, because while no one hit him before, this is the fourth time Jeremy has said "ooh, Jean" during sex, and the third time he's done it when all that's involved is kissing.

Jeremy is completely finished.

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

Academy!Coryo x Academy!Reader

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus is a warning in and of itself. Controlling!Coryo, Mean!Coryo, Dom!Coryo, Obsessed!Coryo, Sassy!Coryo, Drama King!Coryo, Obedient!Reader, Sweet!Reader, Petty!Reader, long hair, haircuts, anger over haircuts, mentions of spankings as punishment, threatening spankings as punishment,

You have very long, silky, shiny hair. It's so long, that it flows down your back and stops right at your butt. Oh, your long hair earned you the nickname Rapunzel from your boyfriend, Coriolanus Snow. In fact, your boyfriend absolutely loves your long hair.

So much so that he has strictly forbidden you to cut it.

Ever!

And you being the sweet, obedient, good girl listens to him. And you listen because you love him. You've been with him for nearly 2 years now, so you've grown used to doing as you're told.

Coryo's a very obsessive, demanding, and sometimes even a bit of a controlling boyfriend. But, he claims that he's that way because he loves you and only wants what's best for you. That he has to protect you; keep you safe.

So…

You overlook some red flags that maybe you shouldn't be turning a blind eye to.

But Coryo's always so sweet and charming to you when you listen to him. When you're his ‘good girl’ he treats you like gold and showers you with compliments.

If your older brother was around instead of serving as an officer in the Peacekeepers he would've done everything in his power to keep you away from your obsessive boyfriend. But, Rein's not here and Coryo is.

And Coryo knows what's best for you because he's the smartest one in your entire Academy class (he's the top student, that's nothing to scoff at) and he loves you. Your boyfriend always makes sure to tell you all the time how much he loves you.

One day, after school, you're at Coriolanus' penthouse. You're in his room, studying for an upcoming history exam. Well, actually you're reading from the textbook while your boyfriend brushes your long, silky hair as the two of you sit on his bed.

“Baby, promise me that you'll never cut your hair.” Coryo interrupts, as you're reading a passage from your history book out loud, while placing the hairbrush on his bedside table. “It's so beautiful long.” He added in, grabbing one of the many rubber bands that he has piled up on his bedside table.

“Okay, I won't cut it.” You tell him, feeling his long lithe fingers make precise motions as he begins to section your hair in order to braid it.

Your boyfriend loves to play with your long hair and braid it. Sometimes in the mornings, before class starts, he'll braid your hair in the courtyard of the Academy while waiting for the bell to ring to signal the start of the school day. And everyone oohs and awes about how lucky you are to have a boyfriend so attentive that he braids your hair for you.

Okay, not everyone oohs and awes. Some of your friends thinks that it's weird. One of your friends, Megara, thinks that it's a bit creepy. But you always tell her that she's wrong, that Coryo likes to braid your hair because he's a very loving and thoughtful boyfriend.

But what people don't know is that Coryo braids your hair for himself because he just loves how your long, silky strands feel in his fingers. He also loves braiding your hair because it feels somewhat calming for him, the repetitive motion of criss-crossing strands of hair is like his personal stress ball.

Okay, so Coriolanus Snow, the top student at the Academy has a thing for long hair on you. It could be worse…

“You better not or else you'll make me very mad and I'll have to punish you.” Your boyfriend, who had a halo full of platinum blonde curls on his head, told you as he braided your hair with ease. Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, he warns, “You don't want me to punish you for being a bad girl. It wouldn't be very nice.”

“Don't worry, Coryo. I'm not going to cut my hair.” You assured him as his fingers worked their magic, braiding your hair to the point that it was halfway done.

“I love your hair long, Y/N, and it would break my heart if you cut it.” He admits, like he always does when he's playing with and braiding your hair.

Hearing your boyfriend tell you that he loves your long hair sends your heart soaring. It makes you feel happy. Your long hair is very pretty and lots of girls wish that they could grow their hair out to a length such as yours, so hearing Coryo admit that he loves it just puts a smile on your face.

“And I love your platinum blonde curls.” You say right back to Coryo as he finishes up your braid.

“I know, which is why I won't be chopping them off anytime soon, baby.” Your boyfriend cheekily says while tying the end of your braid with a rubber band. Coryo tossed your braid over your shoulder while announcing, “There you go. All done, Rapunzel.”

He kissed you on the head once more before reaching to take the textbook from your hands. “I'll finishing reading, then we can make up some flashcards.”

“Okay.” You simply nod, leaning back to rest against your boyfriend's chest.

And you wholeheartedly intended on keeping your promise to him about never cutting your hair, Or at least you did until one day his sassiness made your surpressed pettiness come out to play.

“Maybe she has more important things to do then sitting around at home, waiting for her pathetic and poorly dressed friend to call.” Coryo sassily sneered at your friend, Megara, who was not a part of the popular crowd (the crowd of rich kids and heirs that Coriolanus Snow socialized with; the crowd you've been around more and more as of lately too), instead of letting you answer your friends question about why you didn't answer her call the night before.

“Coryo…” You sigh disappointedly. “Don't say that to my friend, it's mean.” You scold him as your friend shoots him a dirty look.

“You're just figuring out that he's mean now?” Megara asked, giving you a look of disbelief, while at the exact same time Coryo snidely smirked, “Sometimes the truth hurts, darling.”

“Coryo, she's my friend and I don't like how you're being rude to her.” You told your boyfriend. “Please, apologize to her.” You add, pouting.

“I'm not being rude to her, darling.” Coriolanus defended his horrible behavior towards your childhood friend. “And I'm not apologizing to some insolent girl who can't handle hearing the truth when it's spoken.”

“Cor-” You began to say, only for your boyfriend to drag you away from your friend while hissing sharply in your ear, “Don’t you even try to Coryo me, Y/N. Your friend's a piece of shit unworthy of being on the bottom of our shoes, so just keep your mouth shut and follow my lead when I'm saving you from social suicide.”

“All Megara did was ask why I didn't take her call last night and you were rude about it. You wouldn't even let me tell her that I was at your penthouse studying.” You told Coryo as he stormed (in a bit of a strut) down the hallway, clutching your arm and making you go with him down the hallway

“We’ve been together for 2 years, baby. Where the hell does that peasant think you're at if you're not home answering the damn phone?” The platinum blonde boy sneered, his voice deep and edgy, as he dragged you towards the courtyard that his friends were usually crowded in.

Your voice, that's usually so sweet and soft, is firm and snappy as you order your boyfriend, “Don’t call my friend a peasant, Coryo.” And that wasn't enough. No, you gave Coriolanus Snow a much needed reality check. “You might be from the esteemed Snow family, but you're as poor as a church mouse.”

The imposing tall boy with icy blue eyes stopped dead in his tracks and shoved his face dangerously close to yours, only to snarl, “Don't you ever say such things about the Snow family where somebody might overhear, you dumb bitch.” The nerves in his face twitched and his once light eyes turned midnight with hate as he cruelly told you, “You're being such a dumb bitch right now instead of my sweet, good girl. It seems that your friend's a bad influence on you; is turning you into a brainless cunt.”

Shaking his head to clear his mind from the rage he's feeling, Coriolanus orders, “You're not to have anything to do with Megara every again.” Taking your hand in his, only to continue to lead you towards the courtyard towards his snotty click, he says, "You'll hang around my friends for now on.” Looking down at you, much like a parents does to a naughty child they're reprimanding, he asks, “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” Is the single word that you utter, causing Coryo to smile. One that's too wide and victorious for the matter at hand.

Coryo's malicious words hit you hard. They really hurt you; break your heart. For the last couple of years he was so loving to you. You're the perfect girlfriend to him; you're sweet and obedient. You never question him; always listen to him.

But not anymore.

No…

If he wants to treat you like shit all because you stuck up for your friend; for your own opinion, then so be it. But you're going to hurt him back.

And you know just the way to do it.

After school Coriolanus walked you home and then went to his penthouse. He was still a bit upset with you and was punishing your bratty behavior by not spending any time with you after school. He gave you the line of, “Believe me, Rapunzel, not spending time with you hurts me more than it hurts you. But, you need to be punished to learn your lesson for what you did wrong today.”

But you didn't care. You made up your mind while he dragged you into the courtyard this morning to hang out with his snobby friends that you're going to get back at him for hurting you by getting your haircut. You know it'll hurt him, seeing you with your haircut, and right now you want him to feel as hollow inside as you do.

So, you go to a salon that's around the corner from your apartment with some money you grabbed from your family's rainy day jar. When the hairstylist brings you back to his station and asks you what you want to do with your hair, you tell him in an unmoving tone, “Cut my hair as short as you can.”

And he does. The hairstylist, Fabian, works his magic on you; gives you a bob. A bob that accentuates your face shape perfectly. The cut even brings a new life to your hair, making it look fuller. The bob even compliments your hair color as well.

You absolutely adore your new haircut. Your mother even paid you a nice compliment on it, which made you smile. She never hands out compliments, so you must look great for her to give you one.

Due to your fight with Coryo the night before, you walk by yourself to school. A part of you is disappointed that you'll have to wait until seeing him at the Academy to show him that you broke his one rule for you. You're still upset with him; you want to show him that you defied him in the hopes that his face will fall and he'll feel sad about not being able to play with your long locks ever again.

When you walk into the Academy everyone stops and stares at you. Everyone, absolutely everyone, is so shocked to see you rocking a bob. You look great with the new hair

But everyone in the school knows that the moment your boyfriend sees it that all hell's gonna break loose.

You walk up to your locker, only to see Coryo’s tall, lanky form leaning against the red metal storage unit. It's clear that he's waiting for you.

But as soon as his baby blues see you, or more specifically your bob, he locks his jaw and shakes his head. Coryo's lush lips puckered, as if he'd eaten something sour, as he brokenly spat, “Your hair…you cut off all of your hair, Rapunzel.”

“Yea.” You smile, only to pettily say, “I know that you prefer it long, but I decided it was time for a change.” Patting your new hair, you add in, “My new stylist at the salon says that I have the perfect features to rock a bob.”

“You wanted a change and decided to chop off all of your hair?” Your boyfriend incredulously asks, his voice a deep scoff. “You couldn't have gotten a blowout or a perm? You just had to cut your hair as short as mine?” Coryo loudly barks as you unlock your locker.

“Cor-” You begin, grabbing your books, only for Coriolanus to cut you off loudly with, “Don’t you fucking dare try to justify your new bob, Y/N.”

You barely had time to place your books into your satchel before Coriolanus is slamming your locker shut while dramatically ranting, “You promised me that you'd never ever cut your hair, but you cut it. You cut it all off even tho you promised not to do it.” His icy eyes shine with heartbreak as he reaches his large hand out to stroke your short bouncy locks that frame your jawline. “You didn't even think about me when you got your bob; didn't care that I love playing with your long hair and braiding it.”

“Coryo…” You heavily sigh. His words cut right thru your petty attitude, just like the way a butter knife cuts butter. Now you feel guilty about your rash decision. But there's no taking it back now, what's done is done. ���I'm sorry that I broke my promise to you; I didn't mean to, but I just felt like I needed a new look.”

Shaking his head, causing his halo of light golden curls to rustle around, Coryo mournfully snarls, “But I think you truly did mean to break your promise, Y/N. And I think you were petty enough to break it all because of a fight we had over your pathetic friend.”

Oh shit…he hit the nail on the head. And by the gasp you let out paired with the stricken look on your face.

“I can't believe you broke your promise to be and hacked off all of your beautiful hair all because of a disagreement about your stupid friend. A friend, might I add, that I don't approve of.” Coriolanus loudly huffed, causing the nearby students to stop and stare and the scene unfolding. “You're such a petty little bitch doing that to me when I've been nothing but good to you.”

“Cor-” You started, but the apology died on your tongue whenever he shoved you into your locker, only to tower over you and sneer, “I was a loyal, loving boyfriend that only asked one damn thing from you. I only had you promise not to cut your hair, while other boys would give you a laundry list of things you couldn't do.” His prominent nose pressed into your hair as he took in its smell. A smell that no longer was the freshness of wildflowers, but now was replaced with a lemongrass scent.

A foreign scent to go with a foreign length of hair.

Bringing his lips to your ear, his hot breath fans the side of your face as he lowly, but darkly promises you, “We've been together so long that I'm not going to get rid of you for your broken, but I will be giving you a few spanking for your petty, rebellious behavior.”

“Spankings?...” You trail off, your brows knitted in disbelief. You're 18, not 8. A spanking at your age, and by your boyfriend, is unheard of.

Isn't it?

Coriolanus pulled his face away from your ear, only to nod, “Yes, your punishment will be spankings after school.” Taking your hand in his, he explained, “You can choose whether we do it at my place or yours and what I use: hairbrush or my palm.”

“But-” You tried to reason with him, only to be cut off by your boyfriend's stern, deep baritone telling you, “No buts, baby. You're the one that broke your promise about cutting your hair; knew that I'd punish you for it.”

After your punishment, 4 spankings with the palm of Coryo's hand, he slowly got used to your short hair. He didn't like your bob, but he wasn't going to let it ruin your 2 year relationship. He did make snide remarks every so often about how he prefers you with long hair, how he misses your ‘old’ hair, etc.

Cutting your long, silky locks has been a test of your relationship. So far, you and Coryo are passing.

But what'll happen when reaping day comes around and your boyfriend gets assigned to mentor a girl from 12- a girl with long, dark waves of soft hair that cascades like a waterfall past her shoulder? Only the gods know the answer to that question. And the answer shall be revealed in due time.

But right now you and Coryo have to deal with the aftermath of your petty, spur of the moment haircut. A bob that you rock the hell out of like no other.

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[rowretro]

𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊

✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, Cheshire Riki, manipulation ig? mentions of going mad, blood, mentions of abuse, mentioned of being stoned

❁synopsis: Y/n is a very curious girl, and incredibly creative, having grown up in a heartless, cold, boring family, others always ponderred if the mother perhaps had an affair. She's so sweet and cheery and always curious. Her head always in may books, shows, as she feeds off of whatever knowledge gains... In fact she herself started wanderring whether hse was going mad....

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Y/n was stuck in her room, her arms and legs all scratched up and bloody, she sat on the floor of her now, somewhat messy room. There and then she cried. Her eyes landed on the book above her vanity, she got up, limping, tripping over one of her stuffed toys, as she gripped onto the frame of the mirror, her face landing right on the mirror. However to her surprise, she didn't shatter it, or hurt her face, in fact she saw a whole new world.

Perhaps she had hit her head a little too hard and she was now in the afterlife? She immediately pulled away with all her might. Not a scratch on her face. She didn't even hurt herself. Curious, she reached her hand out to touch the mirror again, the mirror rippling as her hand went right. through the mirror. She looked back at her messy room then back at the mirror.

There's a whole crazy world on the other side of that mirror, No boring beings, senseless story books, long science essays that are meant to feed one's knowledge. Maybe behind the silver there's a whole dreamland. Smiling she stepped through the mirror. Boy was she stunned. Shocked, but she loved what she was seeing. "Oi mind your step!" a tulip yelled from beneath her foot.

"Oops- sorry sirmaam maamsir?-" she questioned, as she stared up at the sky "Ooh score tree candy!" she smiled, trying to reach for the gumdrop, only for the tree branch to suddenly go up "awh- can't I have candy mrmissmrrsmx tree?" Y/n asked, assuming the tree would also talk. A smile appeared mid air, and there, a handsome fucking man, smiling mischievously whilst staring down at her. "Well you're one cute lil kitty~" Riki said with a smile.

Since that very moment, everything seemed to be a blur. Y/n woke up gasping for air, there on the ground of her messy room. She had one very vivid, crazy dream, it felt so real yet she barely remembered most of it. She could only make out the figures of actual, human-sized solitaire cards chasing her down, A queen with a heart-shaped head. A white rabbit quite like her pet one, except it's male and it talks.

"Is there a chance I was stoned?" she asked herself as she shrugged, sitting up, there on her wall, surrounding the frame of her mirror, are solitaire cards. Is this some sort of Deja vu? Her shaky hands reached out toward the mirror, touching it. Yet she just left a finger print. It was just a dream. "No it wasn't sweetheart." Shocked, she turned to where that deep, dreamy yet familiar voice was heard. It's the Cheshire man.

"Have I officially gone mad? it's said that too much knowledge makes a human go mad" Y/n asked as the man snickerred, teleporting before her. "Everyone's mad here my darling..." he said "Darling?... no one's ever called me that-" She admittingly said. Riki smirked, walking around her in circles, tutting as he admired every inch of her "What a princess what a princess... why don't you do the honours miss Heart, and be my darling wife?" the handsome man asked as he stared down at her.

"Y/N. WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?!" a woman screamed from the entrance, her eyes doubling in size as she noticed her daughter talking to thin air. "I KNEW IT. WE SHLDN'T HAVE ADOPTED SOME RANDOM 5 YEAR OLD THAT WAS PAINTING ON BRICK WALLS.... WE CAN'T HAVE A MAD WOMAN IN THE HOUSE. NO ONE'D MARRY YOU." she screamed. Ah yes, marriage. She's nothing but a pretty doll to sell to the richest man that'll treat her like his sex slave as he slept with other women, just so her so called family could have the money they want.

As the woman picked up a sharp dagger to stab poor y/n, she suddenly dropped dead, the very dagger pierced into her heart. "It seems you have no other choice my darling... you have to come back with me. Marry me. Let me love you in the place I call home, and you call your dreamland... if you stay here, they'll torture you cand claim that you killed her...." Riki explained as Y/n stood there frozen. Sure the woman was cruel and unloving, but she's still her mother...

"She isn't your real mother darling...... I know you're real mother... The queen of hearts." The male said, nothing but truth in his mouth. "You know you can trust my y/n... I know everything about you... I've been watching you through this mirror, my poor princess, so creative, curious and darling.... being mistreated in this dungeon.... let me take you home~" he said, opening a portal in the mirror. She had no choice, the guards had discovered the body... so through the mirror she went... into her wonderland.

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a/n: Idk if this is very yandere or if u cld wrap ur head around it, I'll try to be more active for now my darlings as I will be pretty inactive due to a-levels and soon even uni and work etc etc, I'll work through my requests<3

[hanasnx]

uhh if this is open for more scott thirsts..? but you have big nerd like glasses and he’s always calling you four eyes and shit but he eventually gets what he wants and you’re on your knees sucking him off and as much as he wants to cum all down your throat he has a different idea, he pulls out and cums all over your face but mainly your glasses, that shit eating grin as he admires his handiwork..

MINORS DNI 18+

There's something about making fun of a girl with a lot to prove. SCOTT BARRINGER plays the game well. He sees a chick with fat glasses on the bridge of her nose, and a high-and-mighty attitude, and he knows she's due for a chance to show what she's made of. He did it all the time back at home. Nerd girls always put out, always eager when a guy like him shows some interest. It's a formula, make her feel bad about everything that society deems unattractive, and then she'll fall all over herself when he finally admits she isn't all bad.

You would loudly correct him in classes, demonstrate your superiority or ability to follow rules better than him. Hell, you were basically a TA, it was fucking annoying. Acting like being a little teacher's pet was better than sex. It's no big deal, he'll teach you later.

"Four-eyes." he addresses you on the courtyard, and you know who's talking to you. You turn, clutching your books to your chest and adjusting your glasses further up your nose by pinching the corner of them.

"Barringer." you reply curtly. "Are you going to ask me for the notes again? 'Cause you should've been there taking them yourself."

"Ooh," He sucks breath through his teeth with a brief frown. "That stings."

"Sarcasm. How refined." you note as he approaches you, lumbering over to you in all his layers that make his wide shoulders look broader.

"You don't look bad today." he muses, rounding you slowly as he scans your figure. "Almost distracts from that thing on your face." Lazily, he gestures to the glasses.

"Can you be any less original? It helps me see." You try to ignore the burning in your cheeks at being so scrutinized. Sure, you've had conversations with Scott, but he's never paid you even a backhanded compliment before. You don't like how it makes you feel.

"Yeah, well. I'm gonna swing by the janitor's shed later. Maybe you'll surprise me you're not such a prude and be there."

"Oh— oh, fuck—" Broken noises of pleasure utter from his lips in between chewing them with his rows of perfect teeth. You could hate how pretty he is, brows twisted in near anguish over sensitive tissue stimulated by a wet tongue and warm throat. The glasses you wear have slid down to the tip of your nose from the effort of bobbing your head. Frustratingly, Scott Barringer is hung, and your neck cramps from sucking it off. "You really are a freak, Four-eyes." He enunciates the word, and a wicked smile creeps onto his handsome features, watching you take every inch.

You glare up at him, and you retract intent to tell him off for calling you that right now, but his big hands at the back of your neck keep you from escaping, shoving you back down with a wet sputter. "The guys were right." he exhales. "Dorky girls like you are so easy." You brace on his thighs, and you're mad at yourself for being as slick as you are. An ache between your legs you wish the star football player would handle for you. As if you want to please him, make sure he can't forget you, you try harder, swirling your tongue around him. A low groan vibrates from his throat as he tips his head back, lazily bucking his hips into your face. "You want a mouth-full of cum or something?"

You make a noise, and he snickers. He rolls his neck so he can see you again, and a hand cups the underside of your chin, curling his body around you.

"Nah, I know what you want. Fuck, I'm gonna cum." With that, he pulls out, yanking you off so he can grab his base, giving himself a few furious pumps as his dick twitches in his hand. Thick spurts of finish spout from his tip, landing on your unsuspecting face. The panes of your glasses are coated in cum, unable to be seen through, and drops slide down your forehead from his clumsy aim.

You shove at him, which only exacerbates his cruel laughter. "You're such a jerk, Scott!" Your fingers pinch carefully at your glasses to extract them from your face without touching your hair. To inspect them, you turn them towards you, squinting at them as you assess what could safely remove cum from their delicate nooks and screws.

All the comfort you receive in return is, "Oh, c'mon, it's not that bad. Quit bitching." Which earns him a sharp hit on his chest.

[magpod-confessions]

People have got to quit trying to tell us Leitner haters that we just hate him because of the copypasta. Speak for yourselves! I hate him because he’s a fucking idiot. “Ooh look at me! I’m going to start collecting rabid sewer rats and carefully tattoo my full name onto each and every rat. Oh no! The rats got out and are giving everyone rabies! Hey wait, why is everyone mad at me 🥺”. Stupid motherfucker. If he wasn’t going to destroy them, he could’ve at least labeled the books as “Danger: Do not read! This book is cursed and will make your dick and balls explode badly!” or something instead of just putting his ridiculous “hehe Jurgen Leitner was here” bookplate on the fucked up and evil murder books as if that’s gonna do anything except piss people off

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