#Playing it on switch and I refuse to use the stick controls. it just feels wrong.

[xiomeebo]

replaying skyward sword right now and I am having the worst time trying to take out the fucking spiders.

[sleepingdeath-light]

sally smithson / the nurse smut hcs + fem s/o ; 18+

requested by ; disney anon (29/04/24)

fandom(s) ; dead by daylight

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; sally smithson / the nurse

outline ; “Can I please request Nurse smut headcanons with a fem reader, as well as relationship headcanons (can be gn reader if you want)? Since you haven't written for any of the killers yet I'm not sure how you planned on writing them, timeline-wise - could these be post-Entity please (like, when she's not human anymore haha)? The reader can be a survivor or whatever works for you. Thanks and take care!”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant leaning switch!nurse, sadist!nurse, pain play (several subcategories listed), bondage play, praise kink (nurse receiving)

note ; potentially shaky characterisation as i’m still adjusting to writing for the nurse’s character… may come back and rework this a bit in the future

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

though during her life she leaned more towards submission in the bedroom, after being taken by the entity and becoming ‘the nurse’ she’s found herself settling more and more into a dominant role with you — after everything she’s been through it’s comforting for her to be able to fully take control and be allowed to decide what does and does not get to happen in the bedroom

as is the case for most of the killers under the entity’s influence, sally has become something of a sadist and her background as a nurse had provided her with the anatomical knowledge and precision necessary to safely engage in even the most extreme forms of pain play (granted she won’t propose any of this of on her own as she’s more than content with taking out these sadistic urges on survivors, but she will absolutely indulge you if ever you ask her to do so) — meaning that anything from impact play to extreme breath play to knife (and/or needle) play is on the table with her so long as one of you is able to acquire the materials and tools needed to engage in those scenes, of course

she has plenty of experience when it comes to restraining others and making sure that they don’t even have the room to comfortably squirm in place, which is a skill set that lends itself wonderfully to engaging in bondage related play with you in the realms — her preference is using older style restraints (strong leather with heavy metal buckles) because that’s what she’s the most familiar with, and it’s also what’s the most common in the realm she calls her home, but she’s pretty good at improvising and can, and will, tie you up with anything she can get her hands on

sally prefers to stick to positions that allow her to see your face and monitor your reactions (partially because it just feels safer to her, and partially because they feel more intimate and history and her present state be damned she’s still a romantic at heart) — whether that means the tried and true missionary, the mating press, one of you riding the other’s thigh, or something completely different, she doesn’t much mind so long as that closeness is still there

after sex she becomes extremely affectionate and clingy, almost cat like in her behaviour in a way, with her always curling into your side, half laying her head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, as she wraps her arms tightly around your middle (she will not leave your embrace until the entity calls upon her to do so) — she’s already lost the love of her mortal life, and she refuses to leave the love of her immortal life too

on the rare occasion that she feels comfortable and safe enough to submit to you, she responds the most positively to gentle love making and being praised over roughness and dirty talk — call her ‘beautiful’ and ‘perfect’ as you bury your head beneath her skirts and make her see stars, pepper kisses along her bandaged neck and face while you rub her clit with the pad of your thumb and whisper about how much you love her, and you’ll get to feel her whole body relax and collapse against you as her resolve crumbles and you get to see small glimpses of the woman she used to be

for the most part she’s very quiet during sex — only really letting out sighs, gasps, and the very occasional moan that’s barely audible through the fabric covering her mouth — but she absolutely loves it when you’re vocal for you, rewarding every moan and groan and cry of her name with more of whatever she knows you enjoy (whether than means burying another finger in your cunt, increasing the pace or pressure of her touch as she toys with your clit, thrusting her leg upwards to meet your own movements as you ride her thigh, moving one hand upwards to play with your breasts, tightening her grip on your throat, or anything else along those lines that will get her approval across)

and when she’s in a more submissive mindset this translates itself into something of a voice kink for you and she’ll become extremely reactive and receptive to anything you say — especially if you whisper what you’re saying (see the point above regarding her praise kink) into her ear while pleasuring her, at which point she’ll start to practically melt into your touch

she’s incredibly reluctant to introduce any sort of sex toy into the bedroom unless it’s something that’s non-intrusive to whatever she’s doing (e.g. safer and more comfortable restraints for her to use after you’ve mentioned being left more aching and sore than usual after she’s done with you) — in fact, she’s even been known to go so far as to spend several hours at a time pleasuring you and showing off her unmatched familiarity with your body just to prove to you that there’s no need to rely on the use of modern devices to keep your sex life exciting, thrilling, exhilarating, or any other such adjective of your choice

though the realms aren’t exactly rich in opportunities for her to be particularly romantic, or at least not the ways that she might have strived to be before she fell to the entity’s influence, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t try her best to make you comfortable before the two of you are intimate

the beds in the asylum aren’t exactly luxurious, but she always makes sure that wherever you’re staying has the most comfortable mattresses and the least scratchy bed sheets

the entirety of the realm is pretty damned cold, but whenever you’re being intimate she makes a point to keep you squarely under the covers and surrounded by her so that you don’t feel the chill as much

the pillow case over her head prevents her from kissing you as she so often craves, but she’ll gently press her forehead against yours when she holds you and pleasures you, hoping that her actions convey her feelings in the same way a kiss would

she may be limited to the darkness due to her current state and thus unable to make use of any sort of mood lighting even if her realm provided the means for that, but she does her best to help you adjust to the lack of light through slow, gentle touches and a guiding hand to allow you to properly gain your bearings

her outfit may be largely unchanging and unromantic, and there may be a distinct lack of opportunity to acquire some more appropriately amorous nightwear to woo you with, but she ensures that you’re usually much to preoccupied with your own pleasure to ponder too much about her conservative uniform

[confuseddominantsissy]

There are times that my user name comes into question by others, and there are times where I definitely feel my user name is completely accurate. Let me explain.

I have always had a very submissive side, ever since my first girlfriend introduced me to the feelings of being tied down and at the mercy of another. At that time, I knew very little, if anything, about the lifestyle or that even such a thing existed. She both ignited the flames within me and practically extinguished them forever about bondage and domination. However, due to my non-experience, I had no idea that a submissive should have the power to be able to call a halt or stop to play if the need arose. This ex girlfriend practically ruined everything for me. I learned how to completely turn off my ability to be tickled, and practically how to make myself completely flacid in order to make her stop by eliminating the fun parts for her.

For years after her, I refused to submit to anyone and was only willing to play the dominant role in any relationship, in fear of my trust being broken again. This led me to experiment with others as my submissive, but things never felt right. I frequently either didn't take things as far as people wanted me to, or unfortunately took things too far once or twice. Again, my lack of experience got the best of me.

So for the longest time, I told myself I was going to be purely vanilla going forward. I purged all of my bondage supplies, all my toys, and resigned to be happy just having regular sex. What I didn't realize at the time, and I didn't until a few short relationships later, is that once you have a taste, you really miss it when it's gone.

Along comes my ex wife. Things started completely normal, but she kept showing dominant and submissive sides, depending on her mood. We started experimenting together and we both started playing as switches, with her being slightly more dominant than I. As life often does, life threw us a curve ball and we spent a large period of time living apart due to work needs. This introduced a more serious femdom relationship and over time, the chastity cage. If I had realized then what an unquenchable fire we were lighting, I would have never even considered it. She was completely in control of me, most of the way across the country. What killed me was she never really wanted to tease or play when I was home.

In the end, as you probably figured, my wife became my ex wife. This time was probably hardest for me as I craved to be locked and under someone's control, to have someone to serve, and had no one. I experimented heavily in self bondage, self locking with keys frozen in giant blocks of ice, anything to get some level of being out of control.

Then I found Her. My current and forever wife, my best friend, my truest love, my Goddess. As most relationships do, it started slow. She really knew next to nothing about BDSM, about chastity, about anything other than laying on her back, waiting for the other person to finish. I started to talk to her about my interests, trying to get a sense of how these things made her feel.

For a little while, I almost felt like I was topping from the bottom. I suppose in a manner of speaking, I was. We would exchange pictures, gifs, and captions from all over the internet of things we found exciting, that we were curious about. Slowly, she learned what kind of things she wanted, and what kind of things I wanted. We set rules, boundaries, limits.

Fast forward to today. I have been locked in chastity of one form or another for all but about 9 weeks (not consecutively) since October of 2023 with no real end in sight. And to be honest, I wouldn't change a thing. Initially, she started to embrace the idea of an FLR, but didn't seem too sure that she wanted to stick with it. She missed me pinning her down and going to town.

More recently tho, she has really embraced being in charge, telling me to make sure I'm plugged, not allowing me out of my cage, tying me to the bed to taunt and tease for hours, etc. She has discovered that she can have me "be in charge" without releasing control by keeping me locked and making me use a strap on to dominate her. Everything I have ever wanted. The next thing on her list is to turn the tables even further and use the strap on to make me her bitch.

All this to say that when I say that I am a confused dominant sissy, I truly mean it. I love submitting 100% to my wife, I lone when I occasionally get to "dominate" her. I love when she allows me or instructs me to cross dress, to edge, to use a dildo or vibrator. And I love that she will one day soon completely make me her bitch. I cannot, however, understand the general belief that because I identify as a sissy that everyone else in the world believes that I can't be dominant at times, that I must crave cock and only want men.

Why is it that most people in the world view sissies as people that can only possibly be interested in men, to suck cock, go to glory roles, or to share their wife with other men, especially black men? The concept of any cock inside of me that isn't made of some form of silicone is beyond revolting to me. The idea of anyone's cum except my own being anywhere near me let alone inside me is disgusting. And yet, the number of cuck, cum, faggot, bnwo, etc pictures, posts, etc far outweigh the resources for a straight sissy like myself. Am I a sissy? Or should I be calling myself something else? I'm confused.

[bracketsoffear]

OK, I genuinely believe Eveline might be better than Gog-Agog, but this is the first time a KSBD character has made it to Round 2, so I'll do some propaganda for Gog-Agog while I can:

She's narsty.

She's real narsty.

Her true nature is basically that of a massive multiversal infection. Her ability to infect and assimilate others has given her a massive cult that worships the Worm-Queen as a god, imitating her current style and aspiring towards being eventually assimilated by her.

Pictured above are members of her court--note that two of them have her facial lines, which could be emulation of her, but could also be indicative of having become more Gog-Agog.

And of course, as evidenced by the size of the flesh moon (all of which is her worms), there is a shit-ton of people who've been Gog-Agog-ed. When the author says that "Gog-Agog rules and controls entertainment in Throne and is considered a major celebrity there. Outside of that, her worlds are a mess, her empire largely self-consuming," that may not entirely be a metaphor.

As for the figurative aspects of Corruption, she has less of that than Eveline, but it's worth noting her interactions with Allison in King of Swords:

She introduces herself to Allison--a stranger and enemy of the Demiurges--as "Your pal."

And then she's shocked that Allison reacts to one of the god-emperors who having been keeping her ex captive and brutally ruling the multiverse by punching her.

Then there's her pitch--"People always wanna feel good. Satisfied. Pretty. Happy! Hey! Try it out yourself! Eat this worm! If you eat it, you'll become me! And being me is reaaaally fun!" Gog-Agog promises to fix everything you don't like about yourself, fill the holes in your life, make your dreams come true, bring you eternal happiness--and all you have to do is eat a piece of the parasitic hive mind and become her.

Gog-Agog is Bugsnax if the facade was less cute and more clown.

And when that doesn't fool Allison, she switches to another tactic:

She plays on Allison's affection for Zaid (insofar that she doesn't want him held prisoner or dead) by offering to help her win the Ring of Power to save him...with the implication that if Allison refuses her, Zaid dies. At the same time that she's coercing Allison, she insists on keeping up the "friendliness," flattering her (the buff Allison in the first image) and calling herself Allison's "BIGGEST FAN!!" Of course, being Allison's "pal" only lasts until siding with Allison doesn't cater to her whims, at which point she immediately ditches Team Stop Jagganoth and leaves them all to die because "I'll be fine." She cares about Allison not as a person, but as a tool to get a good show and stick it to Solomon David for offending her.

And Gog-Agog is not just too out of it to realize what she's doing. She can be very cruelly cunning and intelligent when she feels like it:

TLDR; Gog-Agog is a Flesh Hive if the Hive itself was sapient, and had infected+devoured billions of people using Bugsnax tactics (i.e. false promises of happiness in exchange for assimilation), pretended to be the main character's friend while also clearly just wanting to string her along for her own amusement, and also was a clown.

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[anxious-lee]

|| Drakepad + Gosalyn Tickle Headcanons ||

(A/N): these three are undeniably a family and I love them ❤️

i want drake mallard to be my dad what who said that

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- launchpad is such a tickle monster

- his solution to all stress is just to tickle until the sadness goes away

- it always works on poor, overworked drake

- (drake tends to neglect his wellness for the sake of crime fighting and sometimes needs lp to make him go to bed, or eat, or drink water) (he will grumble a little bit after, but he knows he needs it)

- drakepad is so physically/emotionally comfortable with each other that tickling is almost an unspoken thing between them

- they can hold an entire conversation using only eye contact and wiggling air fingers (gosalyn will hear them arguing behind her, it'll go quiet for a few moments, and then drake will shout "OK OK FINE ILL GO TAKE A NAP"

- so yeah launchpad is a switch

- probably ler-leaning switch

- drake I'd say is a chaotic 50/50 switch

- depending on who he's with, he can either be a tickling neir-do-well, or a clumsy, nervous, ticklish puppy

- with gosalyn, he's the former. with launchpad, he's the latter

- gosalyn isn't really the type of kid to enjoy being tickled as much as her dads might, but it's fun sometimes (only because she trusts them with everything)

- one morning, gosalyn refuses to get out of bed, despite it being 11:00 in the morning (I feel you girl). drake however needs his crime fighting partner and goes to coerce her out of bed

drake: ... but I need you! You're my partner!

gosalyn: mrrgmbm cant grmb too tired mbghmmhn

drake: oh dear, whatever will I do without my faithful companion... *scratches a finger up her sole*

gosalyn: *hrn* s-stooop

drake: *puppy eyes* i can only hope that I'll be alright... out there... all alone *wiggles more fingers on her foot*

gosalyn: HYAHHIHIHIHI FIHINE!

drake: works every time 😏

- when tickling gos, drake does this bit pretending that his hands are sentient beings that cannot be controlled, and that they eat when they tickle (classic dorky dad stuff)

- he loves to make his daughter laugh and smile, and he loves to play with his husband ❤️

- when tickling launchpad, he doesn't do the sentient hands thing. he mostly sticks to teasing about how a big guy like him is so "vewy vewy tickwish~" and it works like a fucking charm

- teases lp uses AGAINST drake would be calling himself the tickle monster, and actually encouraging his lee to come out on top; "come on, darkwing duck, you can take this! you're almost free, I believe in you!" but try escaping a 6-foot tickle monster and see how successful you are with that. drake ultimately crumples into launchpad's lap at his ticklish mercy

- drake's most ticklish spot is his belly, making him fit perfectly in launchpad's lap for tickles

- lp is a very gentle tickler

- and also quite ticklish himself

- his most ticklish spot is his underarms

- launchpad LOVES kids, ESPECIALLY his own kid, so gosalyn finds herself the target of her dorky dad's tickle attacks. he teases her with silly noises like "tikikikikikikiki" and "brbrbrbrbrbrb". which she finds SO embarrassing lol

- remember that scene in the jungle book when baloo pretends to be knocked out and mowgli accidentally starts a tickle fight with him? yeah that's launchpad and gosalyn actually

- drake will sometimes convince gos to help him tickle-ambush papa, to which she always agrees a little too evilly

- lp isn't the only one gos tickles

- gosalyn also realizes that her dad can overwork himself, so she takes it upon herself to lecture him into relaxing. when that doesn't work, her next plan is to tickle him to exhaustion. drake is no fool, he can see the glint in her eyes from a mile away, but she's young, and agile, and determined, and he's clumsy, awkward, and old, so the chase isn't long

- gosalyn is 100% a ler

- the happiest days in the McQuack house are when all three of them are engaged in a full out tickle war that has them running around the lair screaming and laughing

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My contribution to the Drakepad shippers! I wrote these as they came to me, so they're not organized at all sorry

[greenflamedwriter]

You can't tell?

Shen Yuan when he first transmigrated into Shen Qingqiu went about it in typical fashion. But what he didn't realise after months of playing nice, fixing the relationships with his martial siblings making sure Binghe was doing well and finally breaking that protocal...

Something...happened.

There was a glitch in the system, and for one moment something slipped through, the soul of Shen Jiu.

So now when Shen Yuan sleeps, Shen Jiu awakes.

Once he'd woken up he flew to Yue Qingyuan in his haste and made a emergency meeting telling the other peak lords he was possesed goddamit and how did no one notice!?

Now that they could see it, they began to realise. Shen Jiu for a long time fashioned a new fan, to let the others know when he's being possesed if the imposter used the wrong fan.

"You couldn't even tell this peak lord wasn't acting himself? Sect Leader?" Yue Qingyuan was ashamed as well as the others, so now they are more on guard. Once one sleeps the other awakens.

Shen Yuan woke up and was startled to realise he lost track of some days after his meet up with Mu Qingfan he asked about it, the other reassured him. But watched him warily.

Now that he's an imposter the others were on guard and realised how nice this Shen Qingqiu was, and the more the two switched places they could see the differences.

They tried to expel this thing, but couldn't and most were annoyed with Shen Jiu's anger not knowing he was scared and lashing out.

On one occasion, Shen Yuan woke up groggily...with a strange fan in his hand.

Once he used it to the meeting thats when he learned the others were talking about his possesion and an imposter. Quickly catching on, Shen Qingqiu spoke about other ways of getting rid of parasites.

"Parasite?"

"Well that is what this creature seems to be, a parasite thats latched onto this master. You're sure you haven't learned anything from it?"

Inside he was cursing his system. He shouldn't be in this mess, first dumped in a villain with an awful demise, NOW he has to deal with this.

The system tried to reimburst him but it was too late, what was the point?

Once he left the meeting, feeling betrayed that his siblings- no, the peak lords. They treat him nice and familiar one moment but then stabbed him in the back.

Now he knows how Shen Qingqiu felt like when he was given up to Luo Binghe.

Well, system- there was only one thing for it.

"I quit."

[User be reasonable-]

"I refuse, if they'll excorsize me thats fine but having Shen Qingqiu sabotage all of my plans- if I get human stick ending because of him when I'm trying to protect him then whats the point? hell I'll help them out. Remove me from Shen Qingqius body."

[user-"

"You're the reason this happened, he should be dead. So let me out, kill me. Take me back to my world- I don't care."

There was so much obsticles he could take, hell even if this came up years later maybe he could adapt but this was too much, the straw that broke the camels back.

When Shen Yuan pretended to be Shen Qingqiu, he rode on his sword to a typical meeting and dumped a ton of artifacts, potions and even books to expel a spirit from a persons body.

He was way too enthusiastic. The peak lords noticed and with his manic behaviour just figured that was Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan almost felt sorry for the man, they couldn't even tell when Shen Yuan was in control or Shen Jiu.

He may have underestimated Shen Jiu.

Of course as times went by, swapping out his fan and trying to think of escaping his fate, he never let that undermine his relationship with Luo Binghe.

He still treat him well and taught him like any other student and indulged in his head pats, and of course when he accidently used Shen Jiu's fan- he saw Luo Binghes pale face and his heart broke at the sight.

Luo Binghe was shaking and apologisng and Shen Yuan couldn't take it, he fell to his knees and hugged Binghe close.

"Its not your fault, this master apologises to his disciple." He looked back at Binghes stunned face and bit his lip.

"Can you...tell me what I did?"

Luo Binghe blinked then looked ashamed "This Disciple entered Shizuns dorms without his permission, and made a mess by dropping the tray of food. This disciple was punished with 50 lashes."

Shen Yuans hands twitched his eyes narrowing.

He was going to kill him.

Everything Shen Yuan had done was to save his fate from the awful stick ending! He was trying to save Shen Jius life and the cretin kept going back on old patterns.

He couldn't leave Binghe to this.

With this new drive [with the relief of the system] decided to put a new plan into action.

He was distant with the other Peak lords, when he had the black and white fan, even insulted Yue QIngyuan to his face to the others in one peak meeting how he was a coward and would let this master abuse his own disciples.

At the horror on Yue Qingyuan and the others aces Shen Yuan bristled "What? It must be common knowledge. How many disciples has this master driven of this peak? How complient were you sect leader to let innocent children suffer?"

"Xiao Jiu-"

"Don't call me that." Because that wasn't his name "And why act surprised? That parasite would've exposed this by now."

The deafening silence was glorious.

But of course he was too cocky.

Once Shen Jiu woke up to the chaos knew immedietly what happened and asked the others to tie him up in immortal binding cables. It was time to interogate this parasite.

Shen Jiu knew this thing was trying to trick his siblings into letting it stay- and they still couldn't tell!?

"Enough Qi-ge. You've failed me one too many times." He spoke, he hated calling Yue QIngyuan that but the imposter didn't know their history, he let it slip that he was some noble [hah!]

As he was tied to the chair and forced himself to sleep [difficult with the others around] with only a set of instructions. Next time he woke up he wanted that thing gone!

Shen Yuan blinked feeling that awful disorinating feeling whenever Shen Jiu was in control and he woke up somewhere else [The brothel was awful, and he was naked, he's never let out such an undiginifed screech it wasn't until later that he realised that his body was actually fine as if nothing happened no evidence or even feelings he was concious off]

He looked up to see all the peak lords standing around him with glares he glanced down and saw the harsh red binding cables.

Ah...that took a while.

Luckily for him he planted a sun and moon dew mushroom and had a body waiting...they didn't need to know that.

Shen Yuan smiled pleasently going back to his usuall personality "Might want to explain this Zhanmeng Shixiong?"

He noticed Yue Qingyuans gaze hardened.

"We know what you are, and ask nicely that you let our Shidi go."

Oh this is an eviction noticed may be please ask you to vacate the premises.

Shen Yuan couldn't help but snort, no fan to hide it as he looked down.

"Ah well- this master can't do that?"

Liu Qingge scowled as he approached trying to be intimidating.

"And why not?"

"This one never planned to posess Shen Qingqiu." He spoke irritated "Or out of everyone to posesses the last person would be this body." He scowled then glanced at Mu Qingfan with a pout.

"If this one could choose someone to posesses it would be Mu Qingfan. Fortune smiles on the healer." He spoke gazing at the man with a fond nod "Mu Qingfan is the only survivor of the Cang Qiong massacre. Liu Qingyuan dies in the spirit caves to a Qi Deviation and Yue Qingyuan will die in a suicide mission, a thousands arrows results in his death to save the scum villain Shen Qingqiu."

He spoke glancing back to the peak lords with a shrug "Shen Qingqiu has a fate worse than death, his legs and arms will be ripped off- but cut of, ripped from his flesh, his tongue also cut out along with his left eye. So if you want to excorsize me go ahead! A sweet death is preferable to Shen Qingqius!"

Shen Yuan looked manic as he glanced at Wei Qingwei "Want to try your sword again? It might work this time now that this one admits to the possesion."

At a glance at Yue Qingyuan who nodded Wei approached with his sword with some shuffling Shen Yuan grasped the sword almost hoping once he pulled the blade his own body will eject itself and yet...

nothing happened.

He masked his disapointment.

"This wasn't a planned possesion," He spoke leaning back in his chair.

"You could be lying." Qi Qingqi spoke, "You're a demon who wants to be free and Shen Qingqiu is trapping you."

That sounded like a great idea but he shook his head.

"This one is not a demon, Shen QIngqiu would reject this one if that were the case." He glanced down then looked back up at the Sect leader looking serious.

"I don't see how we can come to a conclusion. I'm trapped inside the worst person in the entire cultication world and as far as you are aware I'm taking your Shidi hostage."

Either way not an ideal scenario not one to proceed forward.

"So I suggest this, this one has planted a body to seperate oneself into. It's the Sun and Moon dew mushroom."

He noticed Mu Qingfan gasp as the others looked confused "What? What is it?"

Liu Qingge snapped as Mu Qingfan exclaimed the attributes of the mushroom.

"...In turn, any evil or demonic spirits cultivation would destroy the body it would fall apart. If this..." Mu Qingfan glanced at him and Shen Yuan took an embarrising second to realise he was asking his name.

"Shen Yuan."

The others glanced at each other for that before turning back to the healer. "If Shen Yuan can wield such a body then he is truly innocent."

He doubted they would trust him that easy but it was a start.

As they all begin to vote and agree to let him go- Shen Yuan realised something was wrong.

"Wait- wait!"

At the others look he glanced around "Isn't there someone you're forgetting?"

At the others stares he scowled "Shen Qingqiu, his vote matters most. Its his body he should have final say."

He noticed the stunned look on Yue Qingyuan who then nodded "Very well."

Shen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what it was officially over if he woke up next it would even be in a cell or in his new body.

"Also tell Shen Qingqiu, that if in the future we get abducted by his kidnapper, he is not going to sleep and making me go through his punishment on his behalf."

He spoke with one final glare at the others, then shut his eyes already feeling exhausted from the stress of being exposed and quickly explaining himself. He was out before he could hear the others speak "Wait-!"

He slumped forward, the Peak lords glanced at one another.

"Torture?"

Qi Qingqi scowled "He mentioned a massacre, he knows things..."

They couldn't let this creature go, he seemed to know enough to pretend to be their Shidi...they had to keep him close and moniter him.

After relaying the location of the mushroom body that was in prime condition for a transfer did Shen Qingqiu awaken to see said body and gaped.

"What the hell happened?"

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Once Shen Yuan was tied up before the other Peak Lords he barked out a laugh then gazed at Shen QIngqiu with nothing but disgust and contempt.

"Help you? Now why should I help you? This lowly one mended the relationships between peak lords, improved the relationships between master and disciple all to save myself now that I'm free all you have done is accuse me and belittle me. The reason I tried so hard was to avoid a horrible punishment a punishment for Shen Qingqius crimes! Which I'd say he's deserve it."

He saw Liu Qingge stand with a yell aiming his sword. "How dare you-"

"Enough, Shidi." Shen Qingqiu spoke looking calm while calmly gazing into his tea.

"And what crimes does Shen Yuan speak off?"

Shen Yuan would've answered but hesitated, this was Shen Qingqiu a stratergist and even Yue Qingyuan was watching him warily as if he knew Shen Qingqiu would trick him...but with what?

Now, Shen Yuan knew the crimes of Shen Qingqiu all layed with Bingge, but the last thing he wanted to do was expose Binghe as a demon then screw himself over.

No any information with the Peak he could've use, and Liu Qingge was alive the immortal conference happened after and crippling Shen Qingqiu already had him in hot water.

Think...

"Qui Haitang."

The other peak lords glanced at one another but the others watching noticed how Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuans faces paled, now Shen Qingqiu was looking him in the eye. Seeing the scum villain look so lost was a great feeling, Shen Yuan felt powerful.

"You see, Shen Qingqiu has a long history of abuse with his disciples, his reputation is so bad that others believed that Shen Qingqiu would even rape his precious disciple Ning Yingying."

"Thats a lie!" Shen Qingqiu snapped, but now the others were looking unsure.

"Continue on this path Shen Qingqiu, a mass of your disciples will rebel and set up base at the Huan hua palace they will expose you. Imprison you and torture you and cang Qiong allows this. Because Liu Mingyan also deviates to avenge her brother Liu Qingge who you murdered in the lingxi caves."

Now the others shook their heads "Thats prepostirous!" But Liu Qingge finally sat back down.

"The Qi deviation...that was you?"

Shen Yuan finally looked at Liu Qingge, "Shen Qingqiu was supposed to deliver the killing blow when you were vunerable."

Shen Yuan noticed Shang Qinghua twitching and made a note of it.

"This master would never harm one of his own, I may hate the brute but I don't wish him dead." Shen Qingqiu scowled his eyes narrowing.

Then turned to the others "And all of you believe it?" He scoffed "Of course, anything else oh worthy prophit."

Shen Yuans lips curled what a prick.

"Yes, the gruelling torture that I was too scared and wanted to change. First they rip of your Arms, they don't cut them off, they rip them from their sockets, then your eye for looking down on them, your tongue for speaking to them so cruelly and your legs which they send them to Yue Qingyuan the man who was so complacit with the abuse. Yue Qingyuan was led into a trap and was then killed with a thousand arrows unable to reach Huan Hua Palace. You Shen Qingqiu end up causing the sect leaders death and everyone in this room, bar Mu Qingfan the only remaining survivor and Qi Qingqi but her situation is worse than death."

"How do you mean?"

"Most of the disciples are men," Shen Yuan spoke looking at her sadly "Most of the women were placed into harems and forced into being wives some concented but thats because those disciples ended up banning cultivation since all the major four sects burned to the ground. Like how Shen Qingqiu burned down qiu manor it all comes full circle, abuse creates abuse."

Shen Qingqiu seemed to straighten almost smirking, oh he realised something.

"You revealed a truth, but then layered it with lies to make it more belivable-"

"If it was lies and nothing bad is going to happen then let me go. I'll even promise to never return to cang qiong mountain ever again." Shen Yuan spoke cheerfully.

"belive me, this one does not want to be trapped on this mountain and die...again."

Especially since it was NOT his fault!

[Sorry User for this mistake, the system is now rectyfying this issue-]

Huh? What?

"Hmm, It seems we have a conudrum." Shen Qingqiu spoke slowly standing up.

[This system will now proced on a new mission once user completes the mission may he begin to explore Proud Immortal demon way to his hearts content!]

This is sketchy and Shen Qingqiu was coming closer- why was he getting closer to him!?

"We can't let you go, or keep you locked up completely you wont reveal anything."

[Now to work with the scum Villain in a co-op to fix this garbage story, mission : save the scum villain shen qingqiu and reveal hidden plot that was scrapped for a useless harem novel-]

WHAT!?

"So the best bet would be to keep you within my sight at all time."

Shen Qingqiu created the assasin leaf technique but he also made one more thing.

Bind.

A Green thread of Qi appeared in his hand as it wrapped around his wrist then wrapped around Shen Yuan and he could feel its suffocating hold even worse than the immortal binding cables as it tied him to Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan was on house arrest.

After the cables were removed he tried to distance himself as far from the peak lord as he could but winced at the excrutiating pain in his hand almost shotting up his elbow, okay maybe if he just kept going-

"This master wouldn't recocmend you run away, left you want to paralyse yourself."

Shen Yuan scowled as he was forced to get closer scowling.

"And killing this master wouldn't lift the bind either if I die you die."

What a drama queen ugh.

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Okay, he could work with this...Shen Yuan couldn't focus all of his attention of Luo Binghe completely unless, "You seem to like Luo Binghe." Shen Qingqiu noticed once and Shen Yuan bit his lip then sighed "Your life was a story, but you were the villain it had to be from someones point of view."

"And why him?" The other sneered and Shen Yuan shrugged "He survived the most and lived the longest you could even say he was the catylist but if Luo Binghe dies here another disciple would take his place."

Not really, he doubted Luo Binghe would die or that anyone even could take his place. Shen Qingqiu lowered his fan in suspicion.

He knew Shen Yuan was lying.

After he thought that his relationships with the others would be different but, Shen Yuan never held grudges he still liked talking to Mu Qingfan and even liked to tease Liu Qingge.

"Shidi!" He waved then scowled as Shen Qingqiu pulled him back away from the Bai Zhan brute.

"This one is not your shidi." He spoke and here Shen Yuan blinked "Oh, right I'm younger than all of you...so I'm your shidi instead." He beamed and the others immiedtly turned to their conversation.

"How old are you Shen Yuan?" Qi Qingqi asked and Shen Yuan blinked "Hmm, I'd say I'm twenty three, I was twenty two when I first possesed Shen Qingqiu."

The others realised with horror how young he was, that he was only a senior disciple.

"And you put this adolecent in charge of my disciples." Shen Yuan scowled, "Just last week I corrected you on a demon sighting."

Shen Qingqiu ignored him.

...

Luo Binghe knew, he knew this new stranger dogging his Shizuns steps was the kind Shizun. It had to be the qi deviation, his Shizun reverted to normal or he would've- except that Shen Yuan would intervine and scold Shen Qingqiu for being too harsh.

"Really corporal punishment? How barbaric. How would you expect them to learn? Come on Binghe."

Luckily for Shen Yuan, the system gave him a download to have the entire qing jing peak education in his mind. So he was able to fix Luo Binghes stance as well as a few others.

"See how much better he is? No need to be so heavy handed." Shen Yuan spoke noticing how much relaxed his- no Shen Qingqius disciples were.

Shen Qingqiu almost snapped his fan as he strode away dragging Shen Yuan along.

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The Brothel.

Shen Yuan wanted to kill someone, prefferbly the scum villain but he can't because the system has him shackled to him. And right now all of those reputation points are dwindling. And now he's getting odd looks from everyone outside as he's differing outside the Red Light pavillion, the women at the front giggle and coo at him.

"Hello, young Master." He beckoned like sirens lulling in sailors to their death.

Shen Yuan smiled, he wasn't embarresed all the women in PIDW were either in Luo Binghes harem or had very informative information. Plus he had nothing to fear as he has no plans to use their service anyway.

"Would you like to come in?" The other asked and Shen Yuan nodded "Actually I was looking for someone."

The others smile became more soft "Oh, do you have a personal favourite?" "We havn't seen you before." The other spoke, "We would've notice a handsome cultivator like yourself if that were the case."

Shen Yuan had to give it to them, they sure liked to butter people up.

"Actually I was looking for Shen Qingqiu, I heard he frequints these places a lot?"

And it will end if he had anything to say about it.

The girls smiles faded...

...

Shen Yuan could only scowl as he was ushered inside and he lay in the shadows underneith the stairs as he watched Shen Qingqiu in the centre with tons of girls doting on him, serving him drinks and pressed up on all sides. Shen Yuan took a breath trying not to sneeze on the abundance of perfume and alcohol.

He couldn't act like Liu Qingge, he wasn't a brute. And he couldn't exactly drag Shen Qingqiu by the ear back to the mountain. Just as he was contemplating and biting his lip trying to think on how to approach this. He in turn was approached.

He felt a hand brush past his backside and ignored it, it was crowded here in the dark where so many others were walking past it happened.-

Then he felt a more firm press of a hand on his backside tingles shot up his spine as he felt that hand grope and squeeze. Before he could move a voice spoke beside his ear "How much for a night with you?" Shen Yuan gaze darkened.

This was Shen Qingqiu's fault.

"This one doesn't work here." He scowled almost turning around but felt the hands wrap around him, like a snake tightening against its prey.

"Oh a guest? Maybe this one can pay for some ladies and a room although I'd prefar to have you to myself."

"THis one is a man. In case it wasn't obvious." Shen Yuan tried to politely step out of the mans hold his panic not rising just yet. He was a cultivator even with his core sealed he can get out of a fight.

Although he did hope being a man would detour the man hopefully.

Suddenly a mouth latched onto his neck and sucked the skin.

Shen Yuan body flinched, un-used to the administrations, the shock that this was even happening and his eyes catching Shen Qingqiu and he knew the villain could see him, see the pale distress on his face.

Shen Yuan was frozen as hands began to caress him and felt the push of something firm against his backside.

And still he wasn't afraid, mostly confused and trying to think on a way out of it. But the worst part, the cold hot dread pooling into his stomach like lead as he watched as Shen Qingqiu turn away and started speaking softly to a woman on his right.

Shen Yuan felt almost offended and that anger sparked something to make him react, he managed to elbow the mans stomach lean to the side and stomped hard on his foot his elbow swinging up to hit the mans nose.

Elbow is the most hardest part of the body. The man swung almost in a blind rage, of course the guy would be pissed that someone would fight back.

Idiot.

Shen Yuans body was no different than Shen Qingqiu he reacted on instinct and managed to have the man on his knees clutching his throat but the man was screaming bloody murder.

"Don't you know who this lord is!? I'll destroy you! You wont even be able to beg on the streets like the filthy whore you are."

Oh damn, Shen Yuan wants to kill him. He glanced at the other women and men and noticed the terrified looks on their face.

Tilting his head he asked "Has this patron been giving you ladies trouble?"

One of them weakly nodded, so a regular customer who probably took their service for 'free'

Before he could do anything else he felt a hand on his shoulder, he tensed thinking it was the mans friends and almost reacted.

"Easy." Shen Qingqiu spoke moving forward as he gazed down at the man.

"You've caused quite the disturbance old man, This Master has to ask you to quietly leave the premises and never come back." The man looked up and blanched to see the Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu gazing down at him and looked even more shit terrified to see the token on Shen Yuans hip.

Yep this man just felt up a Senior disciple of the great Cang Qiong Sect.

Shen Yuan wanted to gleefully laugh, but he was mostly pissed that Shen Qingqiu wasn't going to help until anyone inturupted his play time. Who was he to act like a honourable cultivator now?

Once the man was escorted out he decided he was going to be calm, and civil. But as soon as Shen Qingqius green eyes glanced at him did Shen Yuan sneer.

"Sorry for interupting your fun. But you can't be here."

Shen Qingqiu answered with his own condensending smirk.

"Last I checked, you weren't my master."

It felt like a dismissal and he turned to rejoin his girls. Shen Yuans hands lashed out and gripped Shen Qingqius shoulder as he tugged him back.

"What part of- I'm trying to save your freakin life don't you get." Shen Yuan hissed as he got closer to him.

"Your reputation is used against you. Its what jumpstarts your trial- everything we've done goes up in smoke if you continue chasing your own pleasures." He tightened his grip his gaze narrowing.

"You can't keep acting like a spoiled noble. You're going to have to look elswhere or better yet disguise yourself for gods sake."

Why did Shen Qingqiu come as a peak lord!? A disguise would do wonders!

Shen Qingqiu's gaze looked murderous [well more murdery than usual]

"Shidi seems to be quite concerned about this master." He pulled his arm out of Shen Yuans grip and composed himself "Let this one say farewell to the lovely jiuges and we'll go back to the mountain and discuss this in private."

Private?! Who was the one in the brothel!?

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"You want to save me, right shidi?"

"I that is...um." Shen Yuan flinched as he felt hands pull hi closer to Shen Qingqius lap as elegent fingers brushed over his robes and began to tug and felt them loosen over his shoulders, Shen Yuan couldn't see Shen Qingqius face or bemused look.

"I- what?" Shen Yuan breath hitched as he felt Shen Qingqiu rest his chin on his shoulder tilting his head so his nose brushed against his cheek.

Shen Yuan was feeling light headed.

"Stopping those brothel rumours? But alas a man has needs, shouldn't you be responsible to give this master a compromise, a replacement?" He spoke into Shen Yuans ear as those pale hands began to move lover towards his stomach then his thighs Shen Yuan stiffened his face flushing a brilliant red.

"S-Shixiong-" The name drilled onto his tongue by his scumbag villain and even now he felt himself shiver as a mouth latched onto his neck as quick as a snake.

Shen Yuan jolted as if he'd been shot a small moan pushing past his lips.

He felt his robes push away to reveal pale skin and gasped his hand shooting out to latch against Shen Qingqius wrist. The other chuckled.

"Is this how far you'll go? Your loyalty is so fickle..." His hand pushed onwards splaying against his phallus and Shen Yuan shut his eyes breathing through his mouth as he felt callous cool hands slowly rub against him his body twitching and trembling.

"Relax, this body is no different than my own..." Shen Qingqiu spoke his nose pressed against the pulse point of his neck as his other hand slide up the robe to press his chest and fondle him slowly.

"Does this feel good, Shidi? are you secretly pleased to be a brothel women to this Master?" Shen Yuan bit his lip as he felt his own dick respond and leak pre-cum which Shen Qingqiu delited in with his own noise of bemusment as his finger splayed over the quivering head feeling the pre slick across his fingers.

"You're dripping." Shen Qingqiu spoke almost in rapture, Shen Yuans thighs shifted his own hips reaching up for more of his touch.

"Do you want to help me, Shidi?" Shen Qingqiu spoke in his ear, his tongue peaking out and licked the shell before biting into the lobe. Shen Yuans grimaced his body trembling with the sensations. A touch starved otaku couldn't handle this! It was too much! Shen Yuan looked down his hair covering his face as he trembled his grip iron tight on Shen Qingqius wrist but not stopping his actions completely.

"No? You don't want to save this vile villain? We can stop if its too much." The other paused in his motions as his hand was just hovering over Shen Yuans weeping cock. His palm just a breadth away from the head and his fingers curled like claws- Shen Yuan tensed.

He was practically inraveling, on one hand he wanted to help Shen Qingqiu the guy was growing on him regardless of his harsh tone and dry humour that was practically insulting. Shen Yuan came to like him even went as far to even want to save him without the system behind his back giving him points from this whole experience!

And when he accompanied his Shixiong to those brothels he couldn't place why he hated Shen Qingqiu being there [Ruining all of his hard work and reputation points to saving his Scum Villain]

But here, in this situation by confronting it. Forcing him to make a choice.

On one hand sure, he'll sleep with the villain it's better than Ning Yingying! But on the other, he felt as if he was on the edge of a cliff about to make a decision his own feelings, regarding Shen Qingqiu- would they be ruined by this? The point of no return can they go back to being friends? Can he let this villain drag him down by being ascoiated? Or would sleeping with him actually help him? SYSTEM!?

[To answer user, sleeping with Shen Qingqiu will reduce bad ending from 98% to 50%]

Those are really good odds, and since Shen Yuan couldn't care either way- its just friends with benefits it doesn't count because his first time with a girl will be different this is just experimenting its not weird being with a guy it's not like they're dating.

"Want me to stop?" Shen Qingqiu asked, and Shen Yuan almost bit his head off 'Stopping at a time like this!? He can feel Shen Qingqius 'pride and joy' digging into his hip like hell they can stop now when he just wound Shen Yuan up!

Shen Qingqiu is really the scum villain!

Shen Yuans nails dug into his skin as he gritted out through his teeth "Don't you dare stop now- I'll kill you." Edging him and for what!? How dare he rile Shen Yuan up and not take responsibility! He'll beat Shen Qingqiu up if he backed out now yeah he can play chicken all he wants he's not walking away from this unsatisfied and ashamed goddammit!

He felt Shen Qingqiu's smile at his throat and a puff of air hit his skin, his cock twitched leaking more fluids and dirtying his robes.

"Wouldn't want that now? If this master dies how else can he protect Shen-didi?"

Shen Yuan jolted, as Shen Qingqius palm slid against the swollen head of his cock and the name, blood rushing to his cheeks as his hips moved into the hand stroking his cock he even felt Shen Qingqiu moan as his hips shifted back and forth against his own 'little friend'

"P-protection...?" Shen Yuan managed to make out his mind going foggy as he chased his pleasure.

"If something happened to me, you would be alone. Yue QIngyuan would want revenge for his precious shidi to fall to your hand the entire Cang Qiong mountain still doesn't trust your not a demonic spirit." He bit into his exposed shoulder as his hand tightened around the base of Shen Yuans cock staving of his erection, Shen Yuan grunted flinching in his hold as the other kept him pressed further against him.

Like a cobra tightening its prey.

"Luo Binghe being a heavenly demon? And you trying to protect him, even favour him? Doesn't look well on you, didi." Shen Yuan mouth opened in a silent cry as Shen Qingqiu released his lips from his bitten shoulder and blew on the bite. Shen Yuan was slipping like putty in his hands.

"Who sent you? To possess me and raise that demon scum? Did you plan for him to infiltrate this mountain?"

Shen Yuan shook his head as the system which one moment was giving him abundance points for this lovely ruanchy scene was now deducting and might even give him a punishment if he answered wrong-what!?

You scam system! How dare you-

Shen Yuan had drool pooling down his mouth, for an interogation this was perfect as he was too stupid to think clearly.

"Nothing was a lie, I said Luo Binghe was a c-catylist..." He whimpered when Shen QIngqiu kept stroking him almost as if he wasn't listening to Shen Yuan as his other hand slipped the robes down further exposing his chest his long pale fingers tweaking a pink nub softly feeling it harden beneith his fingers.

Shen Yuan was a trembling mess.

"Shoving him down the abyss is what triggers certain e...events..." He panted shifting his hips he inhaled when Shen Qingqiu nipped his chest in punishment to keep still.

"Luo Binghe escapes the abyss then is taken in and saved by Huan hua- he - he becomes head disciple he accumaltes wifes, he maries Sha hualing- the palace princess and- and Liu Mingyan," Shen Yuan spoke his head falling back as sweat beaded down his neck, making a mistake to expose his throat.

"You- you killed her brother Liu QIngge and she wanted revenge, Luo Binghe captures you after your crimes are exposed by Qui Haitang, backed up by Lie Mingyan and the abuse he faced under you- Luo Binghe is the one who enacts his revenge. He is your tortuer and sends your legs to Y-Yue Qingyuan." He yelped as Shen Qingqiu hand tightened on him his hips trying to pull away as Shen Qingqiu hissed in his ear.

"What else?"

"Yue Qingyuan dies, Luo Binghe is stronger from the abyss- he finds the demon sword Xin mo-" He almost screamed as Shen Qingqiu hold tightened even twisted his chest harshly. Shen Yuan tried to cringe away pleasure turning to pain but he was still hard.

"Why didn't you let me kill him? Why not tell us the truth!?"

Shen Yuans hands pulled up trying to slaw Shen Qingqiu away from his privates suddenly regretting everything he said,

"Binghe can't die! You tried to kill him with a manual- a skinner demon couldn't kill him- even Sha hualing he is favoured by fate!" Shen Yuan cried out "If your an enemy of Binghe you're a dead man- he repays kindness and cruelty ten fold!"

Shen Yuan looked away still unable to break free "Why do you think I tried to be a good shizun? Tried to have Cang Qiong mountain at my disposal- why I had a back up plant body in case everything went wrong?"

It was silent, Shen Yuan heaving over his outburst, then felt a soft kiss to his cheek in apology.

"It seems I owe you a lot, apologies Shidi." Shen Qingqiu spoke softly his hands resumed his motions and Shen Yuan gasped not feeling his arousal wane at all.

"It seems something like fate favours me too, to send me such a saviour that tried so hard." Shen Yuan felt something in his chest tighten at the words.

Shen QIngqiu continued, his voice didn't sound patronising but Shen Yuan couldn't accept this, harsh one moment soft the next.

"A-are you upset?" He had to be sure he tried to look at Shen Qingqiu but he suddenly began to hasten his pace and Shen Yuans back arched into the touch, he wasn't even punished for moving.

"On the contrary, this master is pleased that someone like you choose to save me. I recall you wanted to run away...you have nothing but my gratidude...so let this master reward you, shidi."

Instead of feeling a sudden foreboding, Shen Yuan could only cry and whine as he felt a pressure bulding up, his stomach tightening as he bucked into cold hands his own hand clutching Shen Qingqius wrist as his robes fell further.

"Want a beautiful whore, thats it move your hips like that. yes," Shen QIngqiu hissed his hands manipulating and pushing and pulling Shen Yuans body to make noises like his Qin.

"You'd make a fine subsitute for a brothel women, Shidi. I commend you." Shen Yuans eyebrows twitched in annoyance. He was going to find his fan and beat the shit out of Shen Qingqiu!

"Does this feel good? Want to cum? Go ahead, just let yourself go." Shen Qingqiu spoke nibbling on his neck and layering it with more bruises and marks.

Shen Yuans eyes shut tight, his voice his hands, even feeling 'that' push against him Shen Yuan couldn't take it his own throat releasing guttural moans.

"S-Shixiong- please," he sounded panicked and wrecked he was so close-

Shen Qingqiu bit his shoulder hard as he tightened his hold and Shen Yuan mouth opened into a silent scream as he came. making a mess of the wooden floorboard and even catching Shen Qingqius hand.

Shen Yuan yelped as Shen Qingqiu kept touching him riding it out his own hips twitching against him.

Shen Yuan fell back, feeling boneless his face scowling at the

[congragulations!"] Of the system, at least he got- wait some points were deducted.

He shouldn't had more than 100 + points but he only got ten!? What the hell?

Then Shen Qingqiu shoved him off his lap, Shen Yuan fell with a yelp in his own mess and grimaced felling gross and jittery.

He looked up outrage on his lips before pausing as Shen Qingqiu looked down on his one eyebrow raised, but his eyes held amusment.

"Clean yourself up, shidi." He sneered.

and months ago, Shen Yuan would've went for him. System and his life be damned.

But he knew Shen Qingqiu found him amusing, and wasn't being overally cruel and his own cock twitched. Being spoken and looked down on, feeling like he was less than dirt he was mortified to find he reacted to it!

It wasn't a reaction lost on Shen Qingqiu either, so Shen Yuan huffed slipping back on his mask and retied his robes and stood up with grace feeling as unruffled as any dignified senior cultivator.

"Is that everything, Shixiong?" He asked before he went to a cold spring and drowned himself in mortification.

"Yes, clean this up too." He gestured to Shen Yuans, 'after party' and the other grimaced. With his cultivation still on lock, after Binghe was exposed as a demon he would have to do it by hand...great.

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Shen Qingqiu glanced up at him then away again. "Evening."

Something was wrong. And it wasn't just the book that was upside down being clenched in long pale fingers, it was avoidance.

And Shen Yuan was unsure on how to approach this, on one hand he almost wanted to walk away and not touch this problem with a ten foot pole it might resolve itself. When he almost took a step back the system gave an omnious beep almost like a metal pole hitting one of those detactors that kids used to play.

God.Dammit.

He approached slowly and sat down before Shen Qingqiu and waited, unsure on how to bring what was troubling his shixiong and while he was trying to think of some type of opener Shen Qingqiu beat him to it.

"This Master is sorry."

"What?"

Shen Qingqiu looked at him placing the book down but not letting go of it, "For before," He spoke "Reffering to your role to replace the brothel women. It wasn't my intention to escalate and was instead curious I should've stopped. I'm sorry."

Wait- Shen Qingqiu felt remorse? For what he's done?

And yet Shen Yuan still had no way to realise that maybe yeah what they've done before would be 'seen' as non consensial and yet, compared to how he felt before...finding Shen Qingqiu at the brothel losing his reputation points and being stopped by that men and touched by him however brief never felt anything to close to how he felt with Shen Qingqiu.

Just like Shen Qingqiu, even he felt curious it was thrilling and even though he was shit terrified he still wanted to pursue this...whatever it was with his scum villain.

On one hand he was terrified on how they could move forward [he figured he could just keep his mouth shut and just wing it, fake it till you make it] But something inside unclenched to know Shen Qingqiu felt bad he had his consent but it wasn't agreed upon verbally.

Shen Yuan would be fine with that, but his face erupted into flames and he looked away his hands fiddling betraying his nerves as if he was going to admit anything so embarrising outloud!?

"This one appreciates your apology." He spoke, feeling unsure on if he was saying the right thing or not "I forgive you but Shen Qingqiu..." He caught the others eyes and noticed the small signs of stress in the other. He really was stewing over this wasn't he?

"This one..." Good god- "Didn't mind what happened, one could even say this one enjoyed it." He shut his eyes he couldn't do it. But he did want to see how far this could go and Shen Qingqiu seemed experienced it was fine, for the plot, for the reputation points just two bros being bros.

He glanced up and saw the wonder on Shen Qingqius face as he breathed through his mouth his cheeks flushed in heat.

Shen Yuan squirmed under the look, and noticed Shen Qingqiu satisfied look "Did you now?"

"Never mind that, if this one didn't want anything happening to him then- then I would damn well just say it. I've never been quiet about my opinions before." He practically pulled Shen QIngqiu out the brothel by his ear like an offended wife of all things-

Wait not a wife, a mother a mother irritated with her son! Thats it!

Shen Qingqiu hummed "hmm," He finally settled his book down and laced his fingers together. "So we can continue our discussion on your new 'duties'?"

Shen Yuans face fell, but steeled himself "Yes."

Shen Qingqiu nodded "Very well, tonight you'll go to be with me and we'll rest early but before that you need to prepare."

"P-Prepare?"

"Yes. To do your task properally." Shen Qingqiu lips spread into a cool grin.

...

This...wasn't what he expected. He was on edge thinking this was it- he was now going to lose something very precious to him, he barely even went by kissing and was still untouched [further afternoon didn't count] and he was sweating buckets!

But it got worse.

"Here, you will wear this, and spray on perfume. You dont need to wear make-up, once ready come to bed." Shen Yuan turned from his Shixiong and glanced at the partition seperating their bed and stiffened.

There was a traditional ikou and it had a vibrant red robe, ones only the brothel women and whores wore at the red pavillion. Shen Yuan flushed, this- this was- okay. He pressed his lips together and nodded okay he could do this at least he wasn't expected to wear make up, not only would it be a mess not to mention the toxic lead that was inside it- he would be laughed at for applying it terribly anyway.

As Shen Qingqiu left to the other side of the partian, he heard the rustle of robes as Shen Qingqiu began to dress for bed and Shen Yuan swallowed. Feeling way too stressed out to even feel aroused, this was- it was too fast. Was it hot in here? He felt light headed...

He inhaled taking of his robes with shaking hands and then threw on the guady thin and short dress, he grimaced realising his legs were exposed. To think as an otaku he always sat on his laptop in boxer shorts and now he felt naked! He reached over and sprayed the perfume on himself.

A recollection of his mother and sister flashed through his mind on how they applied perfume, neck, wrists, and another one on his chest. The smell was pleasent but still had the burn of alchohol on his tongue as he inhaled and tried hard not to sneeze. He flinched when he heard the rustle of blankets and heard Shen Qingqius steady voice.

"Come on then, and don't speak or make a sound."

Oh god this was- this was too much, and yet when he turned from the partation Shen Qingqiu was already on his side facing the wall, Shen Yuan blinked, his persue of casual porn online didn't start like this.

He crept closer, his footsteps not too heavy but enough to be heard and pulled the blanket back and dipped into the bed.

As soon as he was settled unsure what he was supposed to do- was he supposed to initiate!?

"Now go to sleep, this one is tired we have an early rise tommorow."

Shen Yuan blinked too shocked and felt the overwhelming relief slammed into him like a tidal wave he almost fainted from the relief.

He heard Shen Qingqius smile "Just go to sleep, miss. I promise this master wont do anything."

Shen Yuan wasn't even thinking of Shen Qingqius kink being somnophillia of all things and yet he shifted feeling a little disapointed and turned around with his back to his Shixiong and tried to calm his turbulant emotions to finally fall asleep and hope the scum villain do anything.

...

The next morning suprisingly he was unmolested. He found himself clinging to Shen Qingqiu though one leg draped over the overs leg as his arm swung against a broad pale chest.

Shen Yuan tensed, he never realised he was...clingy...in his sleep and was about to unlatch from the villain then realised something worse.

Morning wood.

Shen Yuan shut his eyes in horror his mouth pursing up, now he was the molester!?

He tried to detatch himself slowly and turned around casually but a hand latched onto him keeping him still and the other placed against his head and stroked his hair.

"Feeling bold? Were you disapointed last night?" Shen Yuan almost yelled knowing the normal script but his curiosity won out.

"Why didnt you do anything- or...are you going to do something now?" He asked maybe Shen Qingqiu was a 'morning' type of guy.

"This master only wants to sleep, thats the services he pays for."

...WHAT!?

"This master has never felt safe, speicifially in mens presence and on a mountain full of men who hate me, this one never felt safe. This master figured if he thought a brothel women was here I could trick the mind thinking I was safe."

"...Placebo effect." Shen Yuan thought and looked up "And did it work?"

Shen Qingqiu looked amused "Yes, maybe it helps that your body is so thin and feminine." Shen Yuan scowled how dare- he was a man a manly man!

Although sure he was what others would say a twink but come on! No need to be insulting.

"Such a good subsitute."

"Wait- you don't - your not going to do that!?" Shen Qingqiu looked too amused "That was what this master wanted from the start. Just being able to sleep and feel safe."

Shen Yuan sat up "Then why did you- yesterday?" He was so confused and noticed Shen Qingqiu also sit up.

"A punishment for embarrising this lord in front of so many others at the brothel, this master only aimed to scare you but never meant to go too far. This master apologies again for that." Shen Yuan shook his head.

"Okay we- we need to communicate more-"

"Why should we? You withhold information too, you claim to know me but on a superficial level. You knew Qui haitang but not of the reasons why I killed her brother, you know I studied under Wu Yanzi and even accuse me of killing Liu-Shidi. When I never had such a grudge in my entire life."

Okay, that was fair Shen Yuan nodded so that meant "Maybe...Luo Binghe was an unreliable narrator."

"Or he was insane. Which is worse as you cant bargain with insanity." Before Shen Yuan could even respond he flinched at the loud bang of the bamboo door slam open [and possibly destroyed]

"Shen Qingqiu!" Footsteps slammed down the floorboards as he approahced and only Shen Qingqiu and Yuan could turn and freeze as Liu Qingge stormed in and froze eyes wide at the two.

Shen Qingqiu leaving the bed half naked, and Shen Yuan on the bed wearing a very revealing robe that was opened from the sleep and only just hid his modesty his legs also on display.

And his face burned in embarrestment to be caught like this with Liu Qingge.

His martial brother stared unashamadly he seemed broken before his face burned red, and traveled to his neck "Shen Qingqiu! You leacherous pervert! What have you done to our Shidi!?"

Oh god- this was not going to help the rumou- oh and there goes his system damage control damage control! Shen Qingqiu was trying to calmly salavage it but he had a bad habit of deflcting making Liu Qingge the untactful brute fill in blanks that were not true.

Liu Qingge already started the first rumours he didn't need a new slew of them! Shen Qingqius reputation was a priority!

But that didn't say anything about Shen Yuans reputation being on the line.

"Liu Qingge You misunderstand!" Shen Yuan yelled in a panic reaching out to his sibling his voice hysterical.

"Its not Shen Qingqiu fault! It's me! I'm the pervert I like wearing these clothes!" He yelled and just like that, you could hear the sound of glass breaking as both stared at him, and Shen Yuan kept talking almost crying.

"Shen Qingqiu was doing this one a favour by giving him these clothes I asked for them- and found out he never slept with the brothel women he see's them as his sisters! This one was wrong and only approahced because he thought he would understand but he still indulged me anyway!" Liu Qingge almost took a step back.

"Shen Qingqiu was a gentlemen and thats why I approached him at the brothel because of the rumours- but I had it so wrong, the women feel safe with him and he protects them." Shen Yuan spoke now after that embarrsing reveal and focused on something else he could finally look Liu Qingge in the eye.

"Ask the women at the brothel, even with women they'll make it known whose a bad sort and who they trust they have nothing but good things to say about Shen-Shixiong."

Liu Qingge couldn't take that much and instead sneered "Never pegged you for a pervert, Shidi." He sneered and Shen Yuan scowled raising his chin up.

"And whats wrong with that? This one isn't harming anybody and both Shen Qingqiu and I were having a nice time but for this ones own frame of mind we'd appreciate if you didn't spread unsavoury rumours about your martial siblings as it reflects badly on the sect." Liu Qingge's face was still red from anger his eyes piercing his before his eyes flickered down then looked back up.

"There is a meeting in a few hours. Don't be late." He stomped back out and Shen Yuan sighed practically falling against the bed and gave a hysterical laughter. He almost died that was so nerve wracking! At least he can say he was awake now!

"Shen Yuan." He looked up and blanched to see Shen Qingqiu gaze pinned to his and was unsure if he didn't overstep- shit the other looked mad.

"Thank you."

"huh?" But Shen Qingqiu wasn't going to repeat himself and began to get dresssed and Shen Yuan figured he was dismissed but paused when the other spoke.

"Never give too much away to a brute like that, if people don't listen then dont waste your time with them." Shen Yuan shook his head.

"No, any other time I would listen to you, but I know things like this tend to escalate into something much bigger. this one doesn't mind being seen as a pervert Shixiong." He was hailed as such for reading PIDW and being an incel otaku even though stories that had fanservice ended up being more riching fullfilling story and were wholesome...some of them not all of them.

"If you care about this master, then why ask him to disregard you as such?" Huh? Shen Qingqiu was ready and left the room and Shen Yuan was left behind in a daze. Did his scum villain...care?

"Oh and Shen Yuan?"

"Yes?"

"Your robe was open the whole time and I think Liu Qingge saw everything." Shen Yuan glanced down and froze, from his angle he felt covered but- Liu Qingge didn't see his privates but his pelvis and his hair trail he defiently saw and in these traditional times that was indecent.

The noise he made was inhuman.

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The plot dear god- what even is the plot!? its completely changed the genre had changed!?

Its no longer a stallion novel its now a flowery BL! Men with men! Who wasn't dated whom!?

Gongyi Xiao seemed so lost and yet flattered to being Luo Binghes Empress, marrying the head disciple after removing the palace master and mistress Gongyi was next in line so to secure the Huan Hua palace marriage just made sense?

But the two seemed close maybe it happened in the alliance!

Either way, since Gongyi owed Shen Yuan a favour, Shen Qingqiu's fate was saved! Sure Shen Qingqiu was forced to being the new Heavenly demonic emporers advisor but honestly...He doubted Shen Qingqiu was that upset about it.

Of course Shen Qingqiu took advantage on any 'desk' and took Shen Yuan protests be damned.

But Shen Qingqiu was alive, and...he was happy. And with the system finally signing off after a well done did Shen Yuan finally breathe.

but after Luo Binghes wedding, and Shen Yuans tears as Luo Binghe bowed to him as a 'parent' !!!!

He was stunned when Shen Qingqiu proposed an engagment to him of all people!

He blinked unsure, he thought after the scum villain got what he wanted that was it? He would be dropped and forgotten. But seeing the tight mask and nervous tick of the others eyes Shen Yuan couldn't help but coo. As if he could let his scum villain go now?

[ihatebnha]

Here’s some Bakugo being annoying headcanons that don’t just involve him trying to argue with you (iykyk)...

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Eats off of your plate. He always says he doesn’t want that extra side of fries or the last of the rice left in the cooker... yet he always steals about half of whatever is on your plate... even if he has food of his own and especially if he gets to deny the whole thing or say that’s it’s your fault

It gets to the point where you just start getting an extra side of whatever you’re eating, anyway... to which he doesn’t notice when you pile it onto your meal... because all that really matters is that he gets to steal

Also always asking for bites of whatever you’re eating, too... except he doesn’t really ask, he’s just leaning over and taking a super big bite or sip... and telling you that whatever it is is gross

And if he sees your plate unattended, he’ll stand over it and just start... taking bites of it??? Using your fork or chopsticks and everything

(Also, don’t let him hold your drink or it’ll be half gone by the time you get it back)

(And if you ask him to carry your drink to the coffee table on movie night, even if it’s like ten steps away, he’s taking a sip just to mess with you, too)

Uses your chapstick... and doesn’t ask for it nicely either. Always demanding it like, “where’s the stick thing,” + “I need your lip balm or whatever,” + “Vaseline?”

And when you try to buy him his own, it either just gets lost or tossed aside in his bathroom drawer. You put it in his work bag, even tell him where it is, and for whatever reason the cap falls off, it unsurprisingly gets all nasty and he proceeds to refuse to use it...

Gets “mad” at you if you try to kiss him with it on your own lips, though

Looks at whatever you’re doing over your shoulder and just watches... reading a book or magazine? He’s reading it, too. Playing candy crush, he’s pointing out moves... and when you try to comment on this, like that there’s space next to you if he wants to sit down instead of watching your show while standing, he’s walking away and calling whatever you’re doing idiotic or a waste of time

He’ll do this to you in bed, too... watches you play on your phone right up until you notice, and then he’s turning over and acting like he wasn’t just watching you write out an entire email

Sleeps like a log

He has no trouble actually waking up in the morning (and don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t mean he’s not super grumpy), and always seems happy to cuddle you when you’re in bed at the same time (albeit that he doesn’t have to ask)... but you try to cuddle him at three, four am when you randomly wake up? He doesn’t notice

However, when he wakes up and tries to cuddle you? Yeah, you’re getting crushed

Never lets you control the radio in the car... which is fine I guess, but it’s not like he really cares about listening to his own music, either.

When it’s your turn with the aux, if you put on anything he remotely doesn’t like, he’s saying “skip” until you change it or manually leaning in to pressing the button himself

And if you’re feeling petty and try to mess with him by switching it back, he will start a skipping back and forth fight with you that ends up with no music being played at all

Walks by you when your headphones are in? He’s pulling one out while telling you to “pay attention...” and then walking away, acting like he didn’t do anything

And I’ve said this before but... refuses to admit that he farts and blames literally all of them on you. Not even just casually either, because he’ll do this without even trying to hide the fact that it was him

Like literally pulls the, “*farts* Damn y/n, what did you eat?” as if he’s not the one buying cabbage every week

If it ever seems like you’re taking too long to get ready, he’s standing behind you and teasing you until you finish up

Doing stuff like picking up all the makeup you’re using, holding the hot tool so you have to ask for it, tugging on your clothes so you have to smooth them all back down again, hiding a shoe, etc.

And he’ll mess with your normal clothes totally randomly, too

Like you’re standing around waiting for your kettle to boil, and suddenly he’s tugging your pajamas around your waist and then walking away. At the coffee shop waiting together, and he’s discretely sticking his hands in your pockets or up your shirt... he’ll even do stuff like pull the waist of your pants up higher, too... and if you ask him about any of this, just denies the whole thing and tells you you’re “crazy”

If you haven’t shaved your legs, he’ll hold onto an ankle and brush over the hair. Try to pull yourself free and he tells you to stop because he’s “busy looking at something”

If he wants to see you in something or to wear anything specific... he will go through your clothing to find it (the same goes for anything he’s looking for, really)

And literally doesn’t understand why this is slightly... weird

Anyone does anything slightly bad to you, like cut you in line at the grocery store, or flip you off from their car, he’s losing his absolute mind and immediately sticking up for you (even if you don’t really care)

And this includes when you get the wrong order for things, too. Obviously in those cases, he’s not going to be that rude... but if you get a slice of chocolate cake when you wanted red velvet? He’s the one sending it back

If he ever catches you without, I don’t know, the piece of jewelry he most recently bought you, or the cool new pen he got you with his name on it, he’s pestering you about it until you show him that you still have it

“Where is it?” “In my jewelry box?” “Where?” “The box on my dresser?” “Go get it.”

And he does not like it when you wear merch for other heroes... mostly because the both of you are friends with all of them and it makes him feel ...itchy

You’re wearing some Cellophane hoodie you got in a PR box and he’ll literally glare at you from across the room, or if you’re close by, pick at it until he can’t stop himself from calling it ugly

Jokes on him though, because you got it for free

And finally, if your phone is by him when you get a message, he’s reading it (or at least, trying to, not even bothering with being sneaky as he looks over)

Or, he’s not, and instead saying something about how you got a “shitty message” on your “shitty phone”

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Anyway, I’m sure there’s more, and I’m sorry if these are a bit OOC... but I just wanted to explore my own interpretations of what I think Baku is like when he’s being annoying!!!🥴✌🏻

[taechaos]

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pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble(?), smut, college au

synopsis: “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

warnings: slight angst, arguing, dubcon, mild violence

word count: 4.7k

a/n: ima need yall to submit jk gifs cuz it is taking me TOO long to find a good one 👺 not proofread.

The weekend is fun: students’ two days of temporary rest and catching up on their assignments. Jungkook doesn’t concern himself with the latter, but he does enjoy waking up later in the day and lying down on the grass with his arms crossed under his head, bathing in the sun without any worries. It’s peaceful, thinking thoughts of you with dimmed eyes while the breeze gently wafts past him.

But of course, Taehyung wouldn’t let him just enjoy his day without a hint of irritation. Good things never last anyway. He’s sitting in the middle of the field, a hot spot for relaxation, and feels the soil under his palms while observing his surroundings. Yoongi is with them, munching on a few snacks while scrolling through his phone as it quietly plays music.

“The girl at the party,” Taehyung begins before glancing at Jungkook through his sunglasses, “she was alone when I came back. You weren’t around either; did you cum too soon or something? I saw you two kiss.”

“I left,” Jungkook mumbles without opening his eyes.

“Why?”

“I was bored.”

“And where did you go?” he pries.

“None of your business.”

Taehyung scoffs at his dismissal before averting his gaze elsewhere. “I do have a guess.”

“Don’t start,” Yoongi warns him without looking up. The two best friends usually get into arguments in a matter of seconds daily, and Yoongi just wants to spend his day without having to break up a fight. Just this once, he hopes… but hope doesn’t save him.

“I’m just wondering if you actually went all the way back to campus to fuck another girl, who coincidentally also does your homework.” His tone is cool and collected, but it borders on mocking that usually goes unnoticed. He’s been around these two too long for them to miss, however. Yoongi sighs, dreading the response already.

Jungkook sits up on his elbows with a glare directed towards Taehyung. “How’s your ex holding up, Tae? You think she cheated on another guy yet?”

Neither of the two friends have a filter around them, no consideration for their words as they apathetically insult one another; but Jungkook can go too far, especially by bringing up old wounds. 

Taehyung was in a toxic relationship with his first girlfriend of two years, which took a huge toll on his mindset. Constant infidelity, endless forgiving, make up sex and catching her with another man after: a cycle that went on for over 24 months. The concept of love became tainted in his eyes, no longer interacting with the opposite gender if not to get laid, and Jungkook’s commensalistic - rather parasitic - relationship doesn’t disprove his hateful ideology. Love only consists of two people: a host who provides, and the parasite that selfishly takes it all. 

But he isn’t over the pain that lasted a year after the break up, which was shamelessly executed by the parasite: his former girlfriend. It took a lot of trust to open up about it to his friends, and it lifted a heavy weight off of his chest. Only this year did he stop thinking about her, until Jungkook asked about her so casually. It stings his heart only for a second, and he scoffs as Yoongi intervenes, “Both of you need to shut the fuck up.”

“If you guys want to talk about my relationships, then don’t get all whiny when I talk about yours.”

Taehyung swallows his pride and confidently answers, “I don’t know, Jungkook. I hear she’s doing well, but no information on her boyfriends. Your turn: what’s going on with that nerd?”

“Elaborate.”

“Are you two dating?” Yoongi asks exhaustedly. They just keep taking every opportunity to annoy each other, and it’s even overwhelming him at this point. 

Rolling his neck side to side in thought, Jungkook takes a moment to answer, “No.”

“Bullshit,” Taehyung spits. “You know what? Let’s just move on. I’m sure I could get proper answers from someone else.”

“If you have a death wish, that is,” he warns with a slight seethe before lying back down.

He doesn’t respond and hides a smirk, a couple having a romantic picnic ahead of him from a distance. He watches them for a few seconds before muttering to himself, “It’s not going to be my death.”

Yoongi and Jungkook chill on their own after Taehyung leaves. He’s roaming the campus in hopes of finding that one girl who is always wearing some school skirt and working 24/7 to find out what is so special about her. Jungkook might think he doesn’t notice them interacting, but behind that airhead facade, he’s observant. It’s not that big of a fucking secret either, they’re not deliberately hiding their strangely beneficial friendship or whatever. You stick out like a sore thumb in the yard, though there’s not many people to tell you apart from anyway.

He approaches you rather slowly, inspecting your figure first before meeting you. Your posture is straight and composed, fingers quickly typing away on your keyboard without even looking at them. You look so serious to him, a contrast to the radiant butterflies flying past you in such a bright environment. He wonders if you ever procrastinate or take breaks, and most importantly, how someone that appears so smart has fallen into such an obvious trap set by his best friend of all people. 

His hands are in his pockets as he speaks his first words to you. “Hi, I’m Taehyung.”

Your reaction is instant: a quick look at him and you’re already frowning. “I’m Jungkook’s best friend,” he adds in case you’ve seen him around before. 

“I don’t know you.” And with that distant reply, you return to your essay. If meeting Jimin has taught you anything, it’s that you can’t trust anyone who claims to know your lover. They are just using it against you… 

“Well, shit,” he laughs, “I didn’t realize you were so cold.” Your eyes don’t waver from your screen, so he tries another approach: “Are you the girl Jungkook left the party a few days back for?”

Your ears perk up in his direction, but you don’t show it. But he notices the pause in your taps before you continue typing, and he holds that against you. He takes a seat across from you, and your laptop covers your face from him. “I just wanted to meet the person that’s got him whipped enough to get high and run off to them.” You bite down on a smile and prolong your silence. “I guess I’ll talk to you when you’re not busy.” 

He stands up just as you tell him, “Wait, no, I’m not busy.” You close your laptop mid-way before hesitating, but slam it shut nonetheless. “Sorry.”

“You’re good.” He sits back down and clasps his hands on the table. “So what’s going on between you and him? He refuses to tell me, as if you’re his little secret.”

You shyly look down at your flats and twiddle your fingers on your lap. “We’re together… but he is very mysterious.”

It’s a good thing you don’t glance at him to hide your blush, because he’s a little skeptical. He puckers his lips and furrows his brows but controls his expression when you look up. He mentally curses for taking longer than a few seconds to respond; it’s suspicious. “I know right? I don’t know why he’s so reluctant to talk about you. You’re a total sweetheart.”

Approval from Jungkook’s friend: check. Will he like you more if you get along with his friends? The thought excites you, because at least this is someone he likes, unlike Jimin. “Thank you,” you shy a smile. “Um…”

You’re awkward: not Jungkook’s type, Taehyung notes. You’re obviously the host... “So is this a fling, or are you two serious?”

“We’re serious!” you immediately answer. “I love him, and he recently told me he loves me too. He used to kiss me for doing his homework, but now he does it out of nowhere.”

Wow… romantic. He suppresses a chuckle because he doesn’t want to laugh in your face, not when you’re so cute when you talk about him. Your eyes light up with a gleam, a lovesick smile gracing your face and now desperate to befriend him. You look like him when he was supposedly in love. You’re serious about Jungkook, but for how long? Especially when the other side of the relationship is not so committed. It should be mutual: with two hosts.

“Yeah?” he acts interested and raises his sunglasses up to his hair. “How does he act around you?”

“Well,” you start gushing, “he is a little closed off with his emotions.” True. “He doesn’t like me talking to other guys.” Ooh, interesting. “He can’t stand being ignored,” you chuckle. Can he now? “And… he is so cute when he’s jealous. He has this glare whenever I don’t give him enough attention, but he would never admit it. He likes being intimate with me, likes it when I reassure him. He never says it out loud though, I can just tell by looking at him. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, never fell in love with someone until I met Jungkook. I just want to make him happy because he used to look so sad when I watched him from afar.” A hopeless romantic.

Maybe if you didn’t sound so genuine and innocent, he would’ve made fun of you. But he just feels pity for someone who is so giving to someone who gives back so little. You don’t deserve it; don’t deserve to stay up working on so many assignments; don’t deserve to not have any hobbies; don’t deserve to be so unloved. You are pathetic, but it doesn’t turn him off.

Taehyung is a host too.

He clears his throat at the unexpected stirring emotions in his heart, “What do you love about him? Do you like being treated like shit or something?”

“He doesn’t treat me badly! He is like a light switch, you know? He doesn’t know how to act, sometimes sweet and sometimes… a little mean. I love him for his pure heart, and I believe that we are similar in a lot of ways.”

Taehyung can’t contain his snort. Similar? You are opposites. You are similar to him, not Jungkook. He feels… jealous. The pairing is just so ridiculous and flawed, but you’re neither of the two; you are just good. Taehyung can be good too. “So, what’s your Instagram user?”

The lack of commentary and escalation of the topic catches you off guard. It’s a distraction. “I don’t have an account,” you reply in confusion.

“Wow, I’d expect you to cyberstalk Jungkook on there,” he jokes with a laugh.

“He has an Instagram?”

He purses his lips, his grin faltering as he nods. He takes out his phone from his pocket to show you the account, and holds it in your face. Your lips part as you gently take it from him, curiously inspecting the collage of images. 

“He plays the guitar?” you ask in awe. You click on each picture to zoom in on them, and your heart jumps upon seeing his selfies while Taehyung hums. He is gorgeous in your eyes, and you want to keep up with his posts in hopes of seeing another selfie. These are hidden gems that Taehyung had the courtesy of providing to you.

“He’s learning,” Taehyung says, “you should sign up and post some pictures as well. You’re really cute.” His cheeky compliment makes you happy; he is basically giving you his blessing! 

“Thank you, and you’re right,” you chirp, “I will make an account after I finish this essay. Want to take a picture with me?”

It’s safe to assume that Jungkook wouldn’t mind you talking to his best friend, so why not expand your social circle? You’ll be more involved with his life this way. Taehyung stammers slightly before agreeing. He switches benches to sit next to you while you rummage through your backpack to find your phone. He finds it strangely endearing how you hold it, using your index finger to swipe between apps to find the camera. It almost stings his heart that you’re so old-schooled in a cute way. Once you angle it above you with your arm stretched out to your left, Taehyung appears to be behind you as he lowers his glasses. You smile brightly into the lens while he cutely puckers his lips. 

Click.

“Are you wearing perfume?” he asks before he can stop himself. Your scent tickles his nostrils sweetly, and he doesn’t know why he’s noticing so much about you or holding a conversation with a woman without being naked. It’s been a hot minute since Taehyung’s had such a platonic interaction, and it shouldn’t feel this nice. He shouldn’t want to continue it through social media either.

“Yes! Do you smell strawberries? I noticed Jungkook eating them before, so I use just about anything strawberry scented. Lotion, shampoo, shower gel…”

He tunes you out as you gush and focuses on the smooth movement of your lips. You’re too good, and Taehyung knows he isn’t the best person but at least he’s not as bad as Jungkook. I shouldn’t think like this… but am I wrong? He will break your heart. What if it’s the right time to intervene to save you from that misery, and be a friend to both of you? He doesn’t want you to fall apart and be completely crushed right in front of his eyes, not when he just witnessed how childishly happy and naive you are. It wouldn’t be fair to you, nor to the life lesson he was taught years ago.

And he then notices that you're wearing strawberry lip balm. 

“Jungkook kis-” -sed someone else before coming to you. You hum and tilt your head at his interruption, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Jungkook… does love strawberries.”

Though your work ethics are questionable for how exhausting they are, it gets the job done sooner. The moment you’re assigned a task, you do it, regardless of if it’s yours or Jungkook's. Saturday evening and Sunday are free for you, so you spend your time outside after leaving your backpack in your dorm. You think you look silly, taking pictures of anything you find interesting to post on Instagram. You made an account, but it appears like a bot with its empty feed. Jungkook enjoys doing this, so you want to try it as well. 

You don’t stray far from campus because you’d easily get lost, and your gallery looks boring to you. The only decent photo you have is with Taehyung, but you want to post a picture with Jungkook before anyone else. You grumble under your breath while walking back to the dormitory building. You look through Jungkook’s posts again as you do so with a smile. 

A heavy arm slings over your shoulder and hitches your breath just as the culprit says, “What’s the rush?” He doesn’t even look at you, and you wonder if he recognized you from your clothes after coming up from behind you. 

“Jungkookie!” you cheer excitedly. He glances at you and quirks a brow at the nickname. His eyes then trail to your lit up phone and snatches it from you, which you don’t fight against.

“You’re stalking me?” He scrolls through his profile from your phone and smirks before stating, “I didn’t know you had an Insta.” The both of you enter the building with his arm still wrapped around you, which flutters your heart.

“I made one today, since you use it.” He exits his profile to look at yours. You’re in the elevator as you inform, “Taehyung told me.”

A pause, then a click. Jungkook snapped a photo of you when you pressed the button of your floor. “Pretty,” he comments while looking at your candid shot. You’re flattered and also happy that he’s joining your trip to your dorm. He hasn’t said a word of protest and takes the lead in going to your room. “What else?”

“Hm?”

“What else did he tell you?”

You rack your brain to remember anything significant to tell him. It was a long conversation: getting to know each other and more about Jungkook. “He told me you have an Instagram, then asked for my perfume, and then we talked about your love for strawberries-”

“Your perfume? Why was Instagram even brought up?” he presses, stopping in front of your door. 

You take out your keycard and shrug while swiping, “He asked for mine.”

The dorm is empty when you enter and sit on the edge of your bed. It’s very hard to not grin when you’re around Jungkook, but he doesn’t seem to care as he looks through your gallery. “Can we take a picture together?” you peep hopefully. 

“Of course,” he murmurs absentmindedly, intently staring at your phone. “We’ll take many pictures,” he looks up at you before leveling with the camera, “pose.”

You aren’t very educated on the art of posing per se, so you imitate the peace sign you saw him do with a wide smile and a hand on the bed. He is neutral when he snaps a picture with a shutter. 

“I want you to be in it.”

He drags his eyes away from the screen and his blank expression intimidates you. “Whose idea was it for you to make an account?”

“Um… Taehyung, why?” You lay your hands on your lap at the growing tension.

Taehyung went to this extent to get a reaction out of him? Is it possible that he’s this obnoxious? Or perhaps another motive…?

“I-Is he not your friend?”

Jungkook breaks his silence of thoughts with a scoff, “Oh, only the best.” You sigh in relief, though he says it with menace. Taehyung was curious about his relationship, not about your social media. He forcefully pushes you down on the bed and you hold back a gasp as he wraps his finger around your neck in a light chokehold with a thumb on your nether lip. Click. He then lowers his hand to your thigh, hiding half of it under your skirt with a gentle grap. Click.

Your cheeks flush at the compromising photos he’s taking and you nervously ask, “A-Am I going to post these?”

“Shut up.”

You seal your lips shut and he flips you on your stomach, palming your covered ass with your side profile in the frame, and another shutter resounds in the room. “Sit up.” You follow his command and turn around to face him. He pushes your hair to your back and his mouth latches onto your neck. He’s biting you while sucking on your flesh, and you release a breathy moan at the feeling of his tongue swirling on the sensitive skin. It hurts, but you don’t complain and try to make sense of the growing arousal in your lower region. He only pulls away after half a minute and you’re confused by the satisfied smirk on his face while eyeing the result. He angles your jaw to expose your neck better and snaps another photo. “These are all going on your account.”

At your nod of submission, he starts unbuttoning your shirt. “You’re prettier with a mark. My mark.” Your body tingles at the compliment and you help him undress yourself by unbuttoning the ends. “Take off your skirt,” he demands as he slips off his shirt with ease. All of your clothes go off one by one as he does the same, and you don’t have the time to feel shy as his lips collide so roughly with yours that you’re pressed down against the mattress again. You still haven’t gotten the hang of making out, but it doesn’t matter with Jungkook because although it flows naturally, he also takes complete control over you. He’s not gentle, not with the way his teeth clash against yours and tongue leaving trails of saliva all over your mouth. Your toes curl with desire and anticipation, and you tug at his briefs that outline his erection. The feeling of his warm breath on you silences all your thoughts and you can only react on primal instincts. 

His crotch brushes against your bare folds, slick with your leaking wetness. Kissing him this passionately always leaves you feeling needy, and it embarrasses you that you get turned on so easily. But you don’t realize that is his intention as he glides his fingers all over your labia, making sure you’re ready to take all of him. 

Kissing you this passionately always leaves him feeling horny, and it’s apparent with his cock begging to be taken out of the restraints of his underwear. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but your lips are numb when he pulls away to position himself in your entrance. He doesn’t prepare you, but he doesn’t rush himself either as he painfully slowly enters you. You hold your breath and gawn on your swollen lip, moans catching in your throat and leaving as high-pitched hums. He sighs at the feeling of your pulsating walls. “God… always so tight. Don’t you ever touch yourself?”

He bottoms out and you whimper shakily at how full you are. The fact that he fits you like a puzzle piece convinces you that he’s your forever, your meant to be. Even with your lack of experience with other men, you believe no one can make you feel this dreamy. And to think he’s all yours now… “I-I don’t. I only want to do it with you.”

The atmosphere is so fragile, so romantic. It’s not your delusion this time, because he feels it too and it makes his heartbeat sync with yours: unsteady and rapid. And in the heat of the moment, he reveals, “I think I’m in love with you.”

A whine leaves you, so loud that it can’t be achieved with touch but with his words. It’s the utmost pleasure, and when he realizes what he said, he sets a rushed pace to distract himself from the embarrassment of pouring his feelings. You don’t allow him to forget as you echo, “I’m in love with you too.”

“No, no,” he denies with a shake of his head and it emits more love confessions out of you in a chain of ‘I love you’s, and he grunts, “Stop. Shut up!” He pins your forearms on either side of your head in a bruisening grip and thrusts into you harder. You have no choice but to scream in pleasure, unable to form coherent words when he’s practically fucking your brains out. 

His feelings of humiliation translate to his actions: he pushes himself down to the hilt, throbbing with lust but doesn’t chase his high. He doesn’t want you to talk, not when he’s blushing for more than one reason, so he ignores the contraction of his muscles and just fucks you until he can’t anymore, hypnotized by the bounce of your tits.

Maybe it’s a good thing that he’s so desperate, hitting your most sensitive spot with every thrust and making your eyes screw back. Neither of you can think, so loud and reckless until you reach your climax. It’s core shaking, as you cry out his name and tremble with stimulation. He’s never seen this expression on your face, one so twisted in pleasure and looking so erotic. It comes as a surprise and in the form of a punch in the gut as he savours your appearance before cumming inside you with a groan. A slip-up, a mistake, but he doesn’t care as he paints your walls in white, his load filling you up.

And he can’t regret it when he pulls out, because the drizzle of his cum spilling out of your pussy easily becomes his favorite sight. “Shit,” he whispers as more and more drips while you twitch and spasm from your orgasm. You don’t even realize what he’s done, and that makes his chest swell with pride; the most level-headed woman he knows is leaking with his release and stupidly doesn’t spare it a thought. And with that hickey on your neck? “You look fucking gorgeous,” he exhales. A bashful smile stretches across your face with eyes still tightly shut, and you don’t notice him grab your phone on the other side of the bed to take a picture of your stained pussy. 

“This one is for me,” he mutters to himself. Click.

After posting the softcore photos on your account and tagging himself in them, as well as a note of a pharmacy’s address across campus with a label written for you to get two separate contraceptives as an emergency and for your next creampie, he leaves your dorm. You fell asleep on him, and though he had wanted to join you, he decided to collect his scrambled thoughts and go to Taehyung’s dorm first. He isn’t livid, but he has a few questions to ask.

He’s playing cards with Yoongi, Taehyung’s roommate, as he patiently waits for his arrival. “What’s wrong about asking for her Instagram, though?” Yoongi asks before drawing out a card of ace. “Isn’t she our friend by association anyway?”

“It’s suspicious,” Jungkook murmurs while inspecting his deck. “Have you ever seen Taehyung with a girl before? As friends? He’s clearly trying to fuck her.”

Yoongi stifles a laugh, “That’s a reach. Besides, you two have shared a girl before. Are you actually dating her?”

Shuffling is heard behind the door until it swings open as Taehyung enters. “Kookie! What are you doing here?” He throws his keycard on his bed before hopping on Yoongi’s to watch their game.

It’s strained, Jungkook notices. His excitement is forced; why? “I came here for you,” he states bluntly. “A little birdie told me you’ve been talking to someone who belongs to me.”

“I didn’t realize she was your diary,” he tries to lighten the mood with a joke. “What’s the deal anyway? You said you weren’t dating her.”

Yoongi collects the deck of cards after Jungkook drops them, and shuffles them while eavesdropping. He’s sitting cross-legged across from Jungkook, and Taehyung is sitting on the edge of the bed next to him with his body turned sideways.

“I also said that unless you have a death wish, don’t talk to her,” he grits. “And asking for her social media? Are you into her now?”

Taehyung merely shrugs. “I thought she was pretty chill. I don’t know why you’re so mad.”

“She obviously means something to him, so I think you should just respect that, Taehyung,” Yoongi voices his thoughts while leafing the cards. Jungkook looks to the side and pokes the inner cheek of his mouth with his tongue but doesn’t argue.

“I think he’s just using her.” Jungkook’s reaction is instant as Taehyung’s nose instantly starts to bleed from the impact of his fist. Yoongi doesn’t look up. He holds a hand over his injury with a hiss and continues, “Really, Kook? A little too much, don’t you think?”

“Less than enough,” Jungkook fumes, “I like her, and she likes me. Just fucking leave it at that.”

“Couple of the year,” Taehyung chuckles mockingly, “I give it two days.” He stands up before Jungkook can hit him again. “Can’t wait to console her after your break-up, maybe she’ll fall in love with me next.”

Jungkook starts chasing him around the room as Taehyung runs without stopping his provocation. “Why so upset Jungkook? Do you see it happening too? I’m already imagining how tight-”

“You should leave, Jungkook.” Neither of them listen to Yoongi, so he yells, “Jungkook, leave!”

A moment of deafening silence passes as both of them pause to catch their breaths. “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Jungkook spits with a heaving chest. “She’s loyal to me, but I’m sure you’re not familiar with that concept. No wonder your relationships only last one night.” With a final glare, he leaves as told to return to you. The only thing he needs right now is one more ‘I love you’ from you, as much as he hates it. Maybe he’s cruel, but he doesn’t know anyone who isn’t aside from you. 

Maybe Taehyung is just as cruel, fantasizing about all the ways he could be better for you before drifting off to sleep with a bandage over his wounded nose. He can just be a friend to both of you… he can be good too… 

[shima-draws]

Me, clapping my hands: SUPPORT COURSE IZUKU! SUPPORT COURSE IZUKU!! ...WITH A PROSTHETIC!!

I’m sure people have had this idea before but I wanted to put my own spin on it!! And now for the info:

-Izuku's been fascinated with heroes since a young age. However, after finding out he was quirkless, he refused to give up, and switched gears to start investing in the support field. He figured if he couldn't be a pro hero he could at least do his best to help them and be a hero in his own way.

-Izuku's an absolute GENIUS when it comes to inventing--he's on par with Hatsume. However, Hatsume focuses more on support items that break convention and are very innovative and unique. Izuku's focus is more on items that actually help heroes on the field and support their bodies, and items that also allow them to use their quirks to their full extent while still being able to control them properly. (Basically, Izuku's gadgets act as a control stick for heroes that go all out i.e. Toshi.) He also makes a lot of gadgets that support disabled heroes, because--

-Izuku has a prosthetic arm! It's his right one. This was the result of a villain attack that he got involved in after meeting All Might. Toshi blames himself for what happened to Izuku because he couldn't get there in time. He and Izuku are very close--Izuku knows the secret behind Toshi's appearance and he knows about One For All. Mirio is the one to inherit OFA in this AU--so Izuku's very close to him as well! Izuku makes support items for both Toshi and Mirio, to support their quirks. Izuku's gadgets have saved Toshi in a pinch a hundred times over, and are designed to support him when he needs that extra push when he's already reached his limit.

There is more ahead~

-After Izuku lost his arm in the villain accident, Bakugou does a total 180 and starts treating him better. From the start their relationship was less strained than in canon bc Izuku went into doing stuff for support early on, and Bakugou didn't see this as much as a threat compared to if Izuku still wanted to be a pro hero despite being quirkless. Nowadays Bakugou is VERY protective of Izuku--and both of them have reached a point where they're genuine friends. Izuku teases Bakugou a lot and easily snarks back at him when he's being a little shit. Bakugou won't ever admit it openly but Izuku is his best friend :') He cares about him  a lot. He used to defend Izuku constantly back in middle school after the accident, but Izuku soon learned to stand up for himself.

-Going off of that, Bakugou taught Izuku how to fight physically, and they try to spar once or twice a week if they can! It's good practice. Izuku was awful at it at first especially since his sense of balance was off due to the weight of the prosthetic, but Bakugou's a good teacher despite all his shouting lmao. Now Izuku can easily hand his ass to him if he gets into it enough. He can handle himself in a fight pretty brilliantly, even against villains, and Class 1-A quickly learns not to underestimate him.

-Bakugou refuses to get support items from anybody else but Izuku. He bitches at Izuku a lot but Izuku always takes his advice--Bakugou usually offers good tips and pointers on how to improve his gauntlets! Baku always says that while Izuku fucks up all the time (false), he at least trusts him enough to get the job done, while he scorns the rest of the support course fnjdsdd

-Since Izuku isn't in Class 1-A in this AU--guess who is? Yeah, it's Shinsou! Besides Baku Shinsou is probably Izuku's other closest friend, along with Hatsume! Shinsou's got a crush on Izuku and probably knows it won't be reciprocated, but he's fine with that. If Shinsou isn't in class he's most likely hanging out in the development studio with Izuku and Hatsume. The three of them are kinda like a mini Big Three haha, they've got a reputation around UA

-Do not put Izuku and Hatsume in the same room together or they'll bounce insane ideas off of each other and create outrageous things. They get each other super fired up LMAO and go to each other for advice when they need it!

-Izuku has the biggest, most obvious and absolutely endearing crush on one (1) Shouto Todoroki. Bakugou teases him about it CONSTANTLY. The reason for this is because they actually met back in middle school, before Izuku lost his arm--and Todoroki just made a really memorable impression on him bc he was the first person to ever treat him really kindly (they bumped into each other on accident because Izuku was getting chased by bullies, Izuku scraped up his hands, Todoroki chased off the bullies and then iced his injuries, and then they had a really deep conversation about heroes and encouraged each other). Todoroki kinda becomes Izuku's first love in that sense;; ofc it's nothing super serious but Izuku definitely feels all floaty and happy about it afterward. When Izuku gets into UA and notices that Todoroki's in the hero course he almost has a stroke because 1. Izuku gave him encouragement to get into UA waaaay back then and he's shocked Todoroki actually took his advice, 2. He finds out that Todoroki is in fact Todoroki bc they never gave each other their names, so Izuku's Shook his "first love" is actually the son of Endeavor, and 3. Todoroki's grown. He was pretty back in middle school but now. He's hot. HE'S HOT OH NO. After that Izuku keeps noticing him and hears rumors that Todoroki is an ice cold prince type character that has no real feelings. Izuku's like "Someone who takes the time out of their day to save you, heal your hands, and encourage you on your path to be a hero can't be that type of person" so Izuku just KNOWS Todo's actually a very kind boy. Izuku keeps watching him and gets super smitten after the Sports Festival ;) But he's like "He's practically famous, he'd never notice somebody like me, he probably doesn’t even remember me from middle school, haha" (so it's a bit like a celebrity crush). Shinsou and Hatsume bug him about his crush just to see him get flustered and it's very cute lol

-The second time Izuku and Todoroki meet is a goddamn mess and technically counts as their first because Todoroki has a shit memory and can't connect Izuku's face to the boy he met in middle school (also that boy definitely had two flesh arms and Izuku only has one). Todoroki walks in right as one of Izuku's gadgets explodes, absolutely showering him in dust and soot. Izuku freaks out and apologizes a lot while he helps him clean up (while Hatsume is teasing in the background). Note that Izuku's only wearing like a tanktop and sweats, and his hair is all messy and swept back especially since he's wearing his trademark goggles, he's covered in sweat and dirt, he has a really cool looking prosthetic (and Todoroki didn't realize he'd have a thing for that but apparently he does), and Izuku's really fucking toned so Todoroki has a big ol Gay Crisis right there in the development studio. Izuku is INCREDIBLY attractive and Todoroki doesn't know what to do with that info. After Izuku cleans up and manages to get an order for a support item out of Todo, Todo leaves and immediately texts Momo saying, "Yaoyorozu, I think I just had my gay awakening" and on the other side of campus, Momo chokes on her drink. Meanwhile back in the studio Izuku is SCREAMING like "Oh my GOD did that really just happen--did Shouto Todoroki walk in, get blasted by one of my inventions going haywire, let me clean him up and TOUCH HIS CHEST, HATSUME, I GOT TO FEEL HIM UP, and THEN HE ASKED ME TO TAKE AN ORDER, I'M GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST. TELL MY MOTHER AND TOSHI I LOVED THEM AND TELL TODOROKI I'M SORRY FOR GETTING HIS PERFECT BEAUTIFUL HAIR DIRTY" and she's just laughing her ass off LMAOOOO

-It isn't until their third meeting that Izuku realizes Todoroki doesn't seem to remember him at ALL. And it stings, a lot (but he kinda figured this would happen esp since Todo didn’t recognize him the last time they talked), but he's still happy for the chance to know him now, and get to design support items for him!! Meanwhile Todo's like. Starting to catch on that maybe he DOES know Izuku after all? He isn't sure? But he's definitely falling for him. 

I’ve got more headcanons and stuff but yeah this is all the basics!!! I got so excited to flesh this AU out and make designs fnasjkbdnasds it’s definitely gonna be a fun one to play around with!

I want to either call this the Support Course Hero AU or maybe just Support Hero AU would work--what do you guys think?

[mattsunnn]

Title : Mind-Numbing

Character/s : Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma

Warning/s : Threesome, Dom!Tetsu, Switch!Kenma, Sub!Reader, orgasm denial, cum play, degradation, dumbification, breeding kink, mating press, blow job, throat bulge (is that a term? Y’all get it anyways hehs), usage of toys (one time), Daddy Kink. Just these two nekoma boys using you, basically. Established Relationship.

a/n : I am late. I am v v late.

Kuroo knows it is his birthday, and that gives him the “birthright” for his special day. He just wants to share you with Kenma. Who are you really to refuse?

and... he also might want to coax his bestfriend to join this... cute little relationship?????

This will be the best birthday for him.

“You look like a desperate whore.” You whined under the predator like gaze Kuroo has on you, legs twitching uncontrollably as the vibrator inside you was put into maximum. The tall male smirked above you, playing with the small controller on his hand as Kenma pushed his body near your head, his cock in full display infront of you. He slapped your puffy lips with the head of his member, looking up to Kuroo when you opened your mouth so willingly.

“Can I?” He nonchalantly asked, looking back down at your opened mouth to watch his precum smearing over the pink muscle like paint on a canvas.

Kuroo hummed, pulling you to the edge of the bed as your head dangled from the lack of mattress. He motioned for Kenma to stand infront of you before slapping your clit to gain your attention. “You’ll suck him off like the good little slut you are, right?”

You eagerly nodded, mouth immediately opening as your tongue rolled out. Kenma groaned at the heavenly view before thrusting his hips a little, only pushing the head in, making you suck harshly and using your tongue to tease the slit. Kuroo grinned as he watched the two of you, Kenma letting out grunts caused by the tightness provided by your mouth while you gave your outmost attention to his cock.

The raven haired man looked down once he noticed you twitching and trembling. He smirked before turning off the vibrator and yanking them out of your hole, successfully snatching away your orgasm. You whined and inhaled sharply, cunt clenching and unclenching around nothing as Kuroo watched in amusement. “Look at your pussy. It’s begging to be filled. I bet you want another cock to stuff you full.”

Kenma huffed when you rubbed your thighs together in response to your ebony-haired boyfriend’ dirty talk, “She wants your cock too, Tetsu.” He pressed a hand down to your throat and another one to the side of your head before thrusting his hips forward to the hilt, the tip of his member going in so deep, you tried not to choke and gag. “Tetsu, look.” He detached his hand from your skin, pulling back before pushing back in sharply. Kuroo grunted in reply, watching how your throat moved and bulged whenever Kenma moved inside your mouth.

“That’s hot. Who knows this slut can suck like a good girl?” Kuroo tormented before aligning his large member to your core, he rubbed the head to your glistening heat before going up and circling you puffy clit. “You want my cock inside you, don’t you? You want both of your holes filled with dicks. You’re such a whore.”

Before you can even answer with whatever you can, he suddenly bottomed out inside you. You choked on Kenma’s cock as your cunt spasms around his thick girth at the sudden intrusion and stretch. Kuroo took in a sharp breath, rolling his hips in a slow pace as he let you adjust for a moment before pulling out and leaving the tip in then shoving his cock back deep inside.

Kenma pulled away after like a million years to let you breath. You take in the air desperately before cursing when Kuroo pushed himself even deeper than before, you can feel the tip kissing the entrance of your cervix, wanting to potrude and evade. Your eyes widened when he brought your legs up, pressing them down to your body as your cunt was in full sight, still connected with him. You let out a wail when he completely rammed himself into you, repeatedly snapping his hips with vigor that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

“Who told you to stop sucking Kenma?” Kuroo tsked before planting his palm on your lower abdomen, grinning when he felt himself. He looked back up at you, your hazy eyes and opened mouth expression sent a shiver down to his spine, loving how fucked up you look right now. “Answer me, Kitten.”

“No-No one! M’ sorry, Daddy!” You cried out as your body bounced alongside Kuroo’s thrust. He was completely and consistently hitting your special spot, making you clench your eyes and at the pleasurable jolts you received.

Kenma shrugged his shoulders at the display before grasping your neck and snappily turning your head to face him, “We’re not finished yet.” You opened your mouth in response, eyes clenching shut when he sheathed himself in one go. He stayed there for awhile, opting for you to swallow around his length as you breathed in through your nose.

Kenma patted your cheek, making you open your eyes and hum around his cock, indicating him that he has your attention. “I’ll fuck your mouth now, slut.” You whimpered, about to nod your head when he already started moving pugnaciously. It has your hands clenching on his thighs as you forced your mouth to stay open for the male to abuse.

“So rough, Kenma. Our baby’s trembling.”

That you are. Your legs are twitching and shaking, your core was even more wet now, making a white, translucent circle around the base of Kuroo’s cock. You couldn’t even think anymore because of the two cocks fucking you out of your mind, you could only obey and receive what they give to you.

Kuroo noticed that unfocused look your eyes gave off despite being covered by Kenma’s body, half-lidded and a dark mist filtering the colors. He smiled while still ravaging your pussy with his cock, a hand going down to your waist to give small, comforting circles. “Kitten’s gone dumb?”

You whined around Kenma’s cock, tears are already forming in your eyes as he continued to thrust into your mouth in an even more fastening pace, him groaning out a “cummin-!” as his head was thrown back, his long blonde hair sticking to his cheeks with his eyes closed before he finally stilled inside you, thinck spurts of cum painted your insides white ad you swallowed them all.

He sighed, slowly pulling out his now soft cock with a loud pop. He stared at your figure, lips gone red and eyes watery as your chesg heaved up and down from exhaustion. He crouched down on the ground, placing you head on his shoulders as he rubbed his palm softly on your throat, massaging and giving you light kisses on the side of your head.

Kuroo cooed at you, “Can you still take my cock, our dumb kitten?”

You nodded shakily, keening when Tetsurou had started moving again. You didn’t even notice that he stopped when Kenma had reached his orgasm. The pudding head gave you marks on your neck and shoulder blade, loving how the red and purple suited your skin. He looked up to his bestfriend, his hand slithering down your stomach and to your clit that had you wailing, “Don’t you think this stupid baby girl deserves to finally cum?”

“Do I?”

You whined, legs kicking and body squirming, desperate to cum after having it snatched away by your wodnerful boyfriend. “Please! Daddy! I want to cum! Make me cum, please.” It was the only thing on your mind by now, having been fucked so good and still was.

Kuroo chuckled, leaning down and placing a sloppy kiss to your lips, “Anything for our dumb, dumb, little Kitten.”

You screamed when Kenma has started to run harsh circles on your clit, his other hand groping your breast and tweaking your hard nipples. Kuroo has already started to ram his cock in and out of your cunt with a fastening pace, hard thrusts that has his tip rubbing against your g-spot and touching your cervix repeatedly.

It was really mind-numbing.

You noticed the familiar coil in your stomach, forming and churning as Kuroo’s cock abuses your cunt. His actions has started to get faster and sloppy, indicating that he too is reaching his peak. You gasped, “M’ cumming!”

“Me too, pretty girl.”

Kenma watched as your face contorted into a pleasurable one while letting out a whine, legs twitching uncontrollably as Kuroo stilled inside you, spilling his hot cum into your hole. You can feel how his member throbbed inside you, still painting your insides white. Kuroo slowly pulled out when he felt the tinge of overstimulation, watching in amazement as your pussy oozes out the excess cum he has given you. He huffed before using his fingers to push the liquid back into you, the squelching sounds surrounded the room and making your face go red in embarassment.

“You okay, Y/N?” Kenma asked, fingers massaging your scalp as you snuggled to his neck and responding with a small hum. The blonde looked up confused to his bestfriend, who is still busy watching your cunt but noticed the gaze nonetheless, and motioned to the sleepy face of yours.

“It’s alright. Baby’s first time having both of her holes filled so it has taken a lot of energy out of her.” Kuroo cooed, leaning down to kiss your lips, “Thank you and goodnight, baby girl. Love you.”

You lazily smiled, “Love you too, daddy. You too, Ken.” Slumber has now taken your being as Kenma smiled softly, pressing a small kiss to you cheeks before muttering a quiet, “I love you too.”

Kuroo smirked at your exchange, helping Kenma to properly place you on the bed. “You wanna join?”

Kenma stilled, eyebrows furrowing at the straight forward question. He turned his head to his bestfriend, staring at him weirdly before looking back at you. “Poly?”

“Hm. Wouldn’t mind sharing this pretty baby to someone I trust.” Kuroo answered before going to the bathroom to get a cloth and to clean you guys up.

Kenma sighed once his bestfriend’s back disappeared to the restroom. He leaned down and caressed your cheeks, gazing at you lovingly before shrugging. “Kay kay.”

Kuroo chuckled behind the door before turning the doorknob and throwing a spare cloth to the other male, “Next time, it’s you who’s gonna get fucked, baby boy.” Kenma squinted his eyes at him in suspicion.

Kuroo smirked, what a birthday.

You guys will never imagine on how many times I changed this one shot.

N e ways!!! Happy belated birthday to our dearest Daddy, Kuroo Tetsurou!!

I was planning on publishing this on the exact day of Kuroo’s bday but I wasn’t satisfied and changed it. Again and again :>

Oh my god the likes. I didn’t kno you guys love to be fucked numbed by these two boys🥺 THANK YOU SO MUCH HINUHUJUHU

Stay safe and stay hydrated!

[shorkbrian]

Thirsty for Tendou, also vibrators

(Warnings - NSFW, no penetrative sex, just a lot of overstim with a wand. Non con, slight mention of urine. Bad writing as always lol ignore all of that ksjdhd)

“Oh god, oh please, no no no-“

“Ah ah ah-“ Tendou tutted “You were bad. This is what happens to bad girls.”

You were frogtied on your back, knees pressed firmly to the tabletop you rested upon. Cuffs and a strong chain kept your arms stretched above your head, immovable. You were completely at Tendou’s mercy.

Tendou, who was holding a hitachi in his hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. Please, I’ll do anything, please! Not this-not this.” You begged, body trembling.

You’d been through this once already, tied up since yesterday. The redhead had untied you a couple times to take you to the bathroom and make you drink water, but he had been sadistic today. The back of your thighs were itchy, burning with discomfort from being forced to lie still in a puddle of your own piss. It was humiliating.

Still, you could handle it.

What you could not handle, was what was coming next.

“I said I’m sorry, please! Oh god, oh God no-god please!”

“Yes?” Tendou asked teasingly, leaning over you. He waved the hitachi teasingly in front of you, eyes focusing on the mess between your legs. “Oh, poor baby pissed herself!”

You sobbed.

“Please, I can’t take any more, I learned my lesson! I promise, please don’t use that, you don’t need to.“ You were pleading, begging with the man, desperate to not go through the same overwhelming experience as yesterday.

He had tied you up, nestled the hitachi between your legs, and edged you over and over. At the end you had been promising anything, if only he would let you cum.

Tendou straightened, a smile flashing across his face. “Ah! That’s good! But-“ he leaned close again, nibbling at your ear “-daddy still wants to play.”

The hitachi buzzed to life in his hand, and you shivered.

“I can’t do that again, daddy-oh god, please-please don’t!”

When the hitachi was pressed to your cunt, spreading your lips, you screamed.

Just as soon as it had touched your pussy, it disappeared, instead being moved to press down against your mons, hard. The vibrations traveled deep, a pleasant, manageable pressure.

“You were so naughty, I can’t just let you off easy. If I did, you might try to bite my dick off again.” When he smiled at you, lips stretched wide, his eyes were cold as steel, threatening.

Tendou had been furious when you had tried to bite his length the other day. The man should’ve known better than to force himself on you.

The hitachi was returned to your pussy, Tendou rubbing it firmly against your opening, making you squirm.

“I can’t do this, it’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much-“ You were a broken record, chanting out the words. You threw your head back, closing your eyes. The sensation was too much, too intense, so pleasurable that it bordered on the edge of pain, dancing and skipping back and forth over that line.

“Oh, should Daddy stop?”

“Yes, yes oh god, please stop. No more, I’ll be good.”

You were desperate. Tendou pretended to contemplate your words for a moment, tapping his chin with one hand. Then he tapped your nose, grinning.

“I think Daddy’s gonna keep going. You sound like a little puppy when you get overwhelmed and it’s so cute.”

Your stomach dropped off a cliff, and you teared up immediately. No matter how much you begged, Tendou wasn’t going to let up.

Constantly trying to writhe and scoot away from the ever-present buzz of the wand was exhausting, and soon you could do nothing but lay there. Tears began flowing down your face when Tendou upped the vibration, a strangled yelp breaking free from your throat.

Tendou brightened.

“See?! Like that! Good puppy.”

He ran the bulbous head of the wand over your clit, alternating between gentle and hard presses. It was overwhelming, and soon you were screaming, pulling at your ties.

“Daddy, o-oh! No no no, stop stop stop, I can’t-I can’t! Ah!”

An orgasm washed through you, buzzing through your veins in time with the vibrator. Tendou kept gliding it around your cunt, pressing it hard to your entrance, tapping the head at your clit, massaging your labia with the wand. You couldn’t take it.

“Ah, mmm, no more, please no more.” You whined, exhausted, body tingly and overstimulated. It felt like your nerves were fried, everywhere except for your soft cunt.

Tendou laughed as you begged, teasing you by swiping some of your slick onto his fingers in between passes of the wand.

“Little puppy can’t stop making messes, can she? First you piss all over yourself, and now this?”

With you eyes squeezed tightly shut, you didn’t see him bring his wet fingers to his mouth. Unfortunately, you heard the sucking sounds as he licked them clean.

“Mm, tasty! Maybe I’ll take a break in an hour or so, have a little snack, hm?”

You sobbed.

The wand kicked up a notch, and Tendou was working his wrist speedily, practically fucking you with the wand, pushing the head into your hole, it’s way eased by the copious amounts of your creamy slick.

He’d pop it out, rub it furiously at your clit, then hold it there, pinching your hood back so you were forced to feel the full brunt of the strong vibrations.

You were wailing, shuddering, breaths shaky and broken. It was too strong, too fast, too much! You screamed as much at the man torturing you. He just cocked his head, thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Poor puppy can’t take it, can she? Naughty little thing. You keep gushing and creaming around nothing though, maybe I should stick my cock in you while I help your little clitty feel good?”

A hand rubbed at your thigh, and you almost screamed, hypersensitive. “I’ve never played with toys while inside before.” Tendou continued. “Bet it feels like a little slice of heaven.”

He was holding the wand firmly in place now, letting you move your hips around it. It was obvious that you were working to retreat from the stimulation, but your writhing and wriggling only served to grind you further onto the wet, vibrating wand.

You felt floaty, your limbs felt funny and weightless, like as if you had jumped on a trampoline and were suspended in the air, butterflies in your stomach as you waited to fall down to earth.

Another orgasm tore through you, and it was painful, pussy clenching around nothing. You couldn’t think past the constant buzzing at your cunt.

You let out a screech as Tendou still refused to pull the hitachi away. Embarrassingly enough, you realized he was right; you sounded like a squeaking little puppy with your “Ah! Ah! Ah! Mmmmh! Oh, unh, unh, mmfh!”

But the sounds were spilling out, you couldn’t control them. You couldn’t control yourself.

At some point, you lost track of how many times you came from Tendou’s ministrations.

All you knew, was that when he finished, you couldn’t feel your limbs, body fuzzy and tingly, sensitive and overstimulated to the point where even the air touching you was too much.

Tendou switched off the vibe, coming to stand near your head so he could lean down and give you a quick kiss.

“I love you puppy.” His voice was soft, endearing. You were too out of it to even notice.

Fingers ran through your hair, untwisting the tangled bits from where you had thrown your head about. And then the fingers were trailing down you body, back to your cunt. They left burning fire in their wake, painful prickles that felt like the heat of a sunburn.

The fingers stopped right at your pubic bone.

“Ah, would you look at the time-“ Tendou stretched out his wrist, pretended to check the time despite not having a watch on either wrist. “-time for snackies!”

A sly, low giggle escaped as he bent down, ready to suck at your puffy, abused pussy until he drowned in it.

You think you’re gonna pass out.

[bottombaron]

the high school Winterbaron au that I'll never write~

Zemo transfers to an American school. his father caught him attending a protest and he can't have him undermining the Sokovian government so now Zemo is living at his estranged mother's house in America.

his mother, being American, means Zemo has dual citizenship. her and his father are separated but not divorced. (Zemo hadn't seen her since she left them when he was four so their relationship isn't great)

Bucky is part of the large friend group of avenger characters (Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor etc.) but he feels left out. it used to be just him, Steve, Natasha, and then later Sam. but now Steve is being pulled away by friends like Tony and girlfriend Peggy. Bucky has Sam and Natasha, but Nat is closer with Clint and Sam is naturally more outgoing and popular than Bucky is, with his own friends.

basically Bucky is feeling lonely as fuck.

due to a complex powder-keg of racism, American ignorance (on the avenger's side), and an already deep-seated resentment of the Starks' and the American forces bombing Sokovia (on Zemo's side): him and the 'avengers group' do not get along and are instantly at each other's throats

Zemo is constantly causing mayhem at school and trying to get kicked out and sent back home. everyone pretty much hates him and he's fine with that.

*vague plot hand wave* something happens, a bet between Zemo and the 'avengers' ends up with Zemo getting to take one of them out on a date and they have do what he says for the day

he chooses Bucky and everyone is thrown

Bucky hardly knows this guy and Steve and Tony thought it would be one of them. they try to refuse on his behalf but Bucky's not that bothered, '*shrug* he's like, what? 5 even?? (he's not) I could just pick him up and throw him if he tried anything (he could do that tho), i'll be fine.'

Bucky feels weird about it more because he's not a part of this fucking drama and now he feels like he's been made the center of it

Steve and Tony are fighting over his involvement in this mess (Steve is protective, Tony is dismissive) and Bucky is just tiRED

Zemo had simply noticed Bucky was being abandoned by his friends and thought he looked lonely like him. but he's also a little shit and too busy playing the villain (and having a blast thank you very much) to drop the façade

so Bucky and Zemo agree to meet at a mall for a 'date'

the mall Zemo chooses is huge and luxurious and Bucky already feels uncomfortable in it. he sits and waits in the food court where there's at least a Hot Dog on a Stick he can feel a little within his financial comforts

Zemo finds him and they're off walking the mall

they bicker, they banter, and of course Zemo is fucking weird. he's acting like they've been friends for years and excitedly showing Bucky all the window displays like Bucky isn't (technically) there against his will. but it's not uncomfortable enough that he isn't starting to catch onto Zemo's chaotic rhythm and enjoy himself a little

they start to talk in that sarcastic playfully teasing way. Bucky's dry wit and Zemo's sharp flirty replies work really well together and they're actually kind of having a good time

until Zemo reminds Bucky he has to do what he says for the day and takes him to a really fancy boutique and informs Bucky that his task is to try on some clothes with Zemo

Bucky instantly feels panic when he's in the store, it's too big and too crowded and there's actual security guards in three piece suits giving him the most judgmental looks as if he's a criminal

everyone knows he doesn't belong there and that he's small and dirty

he starts to have a panic attack

Zemo notices and pulls Bucky into a corner of the store, hands him a bottle of water and instructs him to focus on drinking the bottle up to the label. every sip of water he must take a deep breath like he's coming up for air in a pool. let it out. and take another sip. and repeat.

Zemo tells Bucky he's going to be right back and leaves to talk to someone important

Bucky doesn't notice when everyone starts to leave the shop

the doors close, the lights dim, the music stops playing current pop and plays something soft and old. when Zemo comes back Bucky is feeling a lot better

Zemo says he talked with the manager and they told him he and Bucky could have the next couple of hours by themselves in the shop, if Bucky was still willing that is

Bucky feels embarrassed but Zemo starts ranting about everything that's triggering in the store, like it was everyone else's fault and not Buckys'. it makes him feel less ashamed. 'it's these florescent lights, the doormen were assholes, that music hurt my head too, etc'. like what Bucky had just went through was perfectly normal and not something bad Bucky did on purpose or for attention like people normally make him feel.

he doesn't question how Zemo got everyone to leave and the store to soften (he actually doesn't know Zemo is rich, he never bothered to know Zemo at all. he was just the guy everyone at school hated)

the two of them spend the time running around like children with the store all to themselves, the only other person a butler-like-attendant that serves them champaign and cashews.

Bucky braces for Zemo to dress him up like he promised he would. he's expecting a trim three piece suit that Zemo was eyeing earlier or something equally uncomfortable. but with how surprisingly well Zemo had been treating him Bucky feels like he can indulge a small dress up party for the guy

he's surprised again when Zemo's wardrobe choices for him are sinfully soft cotton jeans, t-shirts, and the sexiest leather jacket he's even seen

they're clothes Bucky would have picked for himself and he feels great in them

Zemo for his part steps out of the dressing room looking like Elton John meets Cruella DeVil

the ugliest purple fur coat, heels with gold accents, and a crop top that says 'break my hole not my heart' on it

Bucky: that is the ugliest fucking outfit I've ever seen

Zemo: thank you, I love it 😎

Bucky asks why he wasn't forced to wear something more high fashion, Zemo answers that, 'while I would love to see you in a suit I know you wouldn't be comfortable in one. attractiveness is about comfort. my style isn't yours. I'm comfortable in things that you would never be in which is why I make this look good. and you look exquisite in that.'

Bucky blushes but doesn't disagree. he does however tease Zemo about his outfit. 'are you sure you actually pull that off?'

Zemo: oh hunny, I'm fuckable in anything

Bucky switches into his old clothes and whistles when he sees the price tag. 'I could never afford this' Zemo looks, 'ah yes , that is quite the ridiculous mark up.'

Zemo: which is why I was planning on stealing it ;3

and then he runs out of the store with all the clothes he picked out for Bucky, still in his gaudy outfit

Bucky is dumbfounded but quickly runs after him and they stop only after they're at the other end of the mall, out of breath

Bucky: the actual fuck, Zemo!

Zemo: *is wearing his ~who me? I've never done anything wrong in my cute little life~ face* :3

Zemo explains shoplifting is good actually fuck capitalism

and doesn't explain that the reason why they had control of the store in the first place is because his father is an investor and everything they ran out with was technically already bought the moment they touched it

but he doesn't want Bucky to feel indebted for the clothes or make him feel like he needs charity. and rebellion (even pretend rebellion) is funner

Bucky suspects everything is fine anyway because he's not an idiot but it's funner to pretend for him too

the fantasy world that they've created outside of their actual lives and drama, in this mall, on this day, is freeing

Zemo releases Bucky of their deal, the time having been completed

Bucky, instead of leaving, takes Zemo's wrist and guides him to Hot Dog on a Stick at the food court

he treats him to a $5 dinner and watches, trying not to laugh, as Zemo attempts to eat a corndog with mustard in a pair of white Versace cashmere pants

it's the best date he's ever had

[holyalto]

♡ A Sims Tag! ♡

This is from ALMOST a year ago. I seen it in my drafts so it's getting posted NOW because I'm finally playing the sims again lol.

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna!

(original tag by morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy and the original post is here. i was tagged by cosmiksims, thank you!!)

1.) Do you prefer to be referred by your name or blog name?

either one is fine with me! i go by my nickname on here anyway. my full name is mercedes. :)

2.) Where are you from?

ohio. i have never tasted anything except corn and chocolate covered blobs of peanut butter in my life. someone please help me.

3.) Do you have pets? 👀

yes! my fiance and i have quite a few. we have a cat named tiramisu, a guinea pig named cookie, a bearded dragon named borris, a leopard gecko named anubi and a florida king snake that i call roach because i can't pronounce his real name <3 (and i don't like him rip)

4.) Tell us about your “dream.”

i just want to be a good mother, partner, friend, family member, stranger. that's it. i know it's very simplistic but that's my dream. i want to be a good person.

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies?

my 'art' is playing the sims apparently hahahaha. uhm, i like other video games as well. more simulation management style. things like software inc, jurassic world evolution, project highrise, tropico, ANIMAL CROSSING EEEEE, etc.

6.) Does anyone irl know about your blog?

my fiance! he called my bee legacy 'fan fiction' and i nearly died.

7.) Do you know anyone from your blog irl?

nope.

8.) What are some fun facts about you?

i own every animal crossing main game. i still play pokemon go everyday. i have a six month old son who is VERY cute. and i'm turning 22 next month.

9.) What’s your day job?

i'm a stay at home mom :)

10.) What’s your aesthetic?

uh!! next question because i'm just... slob trait lmao

11.) What kind of artist are you?

i actually went to graphic design school. college sucks hard when you're mentally ill tho lol

12.) How did you get into your form of art?

art - wattpad. i was 12 and started making book covers for people haha. i got really into photo manipulation after that and took that as my focus in vocational school and then went and did about two semesters of it in college. sims - i was 11 and wanted the paranormal pack. my mom went out and bought it for me because i begged for it for days. i played with it daily and eventually collected all of the sims 3 packs except for the last one. it took me a long time to switch to sims 4 after release because i was stubborn. i bought it like four months late, opened it twice, hated that i didn't understand the controls, and refused to play it again until a few months later.

13.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create?

youtube mostly, in the background. a lot of flabaliki/simssupply and buzzfeed unsolved because i love them and their dumb faces so much.

14.) What meme would you use to describe yourself?

probably the 'not a thought behind those eyes' tiktok audio

15.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to?

why would i just give away information i may need in the future

16.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names?

yes! i want to but i have some cc that uses that name. so i'll stick with it.

17.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose?

i would simply delete my blog.

and now, the tags. only if you’re comfortable though! ♡ just tagging the people i see most in my notifications. don't feel pressured <3 @almost-spring @coatedinhoney @whyhellosims + absolutely anyone else. just say i tagged you.

[axoxtxhxh]

Promise Me - Chapter 13 - Cheese, Books, and Sex

ArminxFem!Reader Summary: Armin and Reader celebrate Armin’s birthday alone. Content: Penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), sort of masturbation Word Count: ~ 3,200

A/N: Getting close to the final chapter guys! I just want to say thank you for following along on this one! This story really meant a lot to me because of the new characters I brought in and the little world I created for Armin and Reader on the vineyard. I am going to try to get the last chapter out next week sometime. Thank you for all the feedback! I really appreciate all the love for this story! <3

After a long day, you were finally making it back to your room. It wasn’t even a full day of work, but it certainly felt like it. It was the second of November. Armin’s birthday was the following day and you were terrible at giving gifts so you made sure he at least got today and tomorrow off from his duties. You were only able to get his actual birthday off and today was a half day. Unfortunately, you had to squeeze a full day of work into the half day and now you were exhausted.

You opened the door to your room, not really sure what you were expecting to see, but you had a pretty good idea. Armin was still in his pajamas on the bed, resting on his stomach with a book in front of him and he looked up as you walked in.

“Is this the same one you were reading this morning?” You smiled, taking off your jacket and sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off your boots.

“I switched to another one. This one is about the history of Francisco’s country.” He helped you take off your tie and unbuttoned your shirt. “There’s so many people in the world we don’t even know about. It’s amazing!”

You could only smile at his excitement while he spoke. It never made any sense to you how he could sit and read all day. You hated reading, but Armin lived for it.

“Are you going to take a bath?” He hung your shirt up in the closet next to his uniform and came back to the bed.

“I think so.” You rubbed your neck, twisting your head to stretch it out, and stood up to move to the bathroom. “I’ll be quick.”

“Don’t rush.” Armin’s face was already buried in the book again and it made you laugh. Slipping into the hot water in the tub made you instantly relax and you sighed.

It was a couple days until your one-month trial period of Paradis was up. Things had certainly settled down in the last couple weeks like you knew they would. It helped a lot once Armin moved into your bedroom. Sleeping without him was nearly impossible and you refused to continue trying. Hange had no issues with Armin moving in, in fact, there was a shortage on rooms anyway so it only helped everything out.

Honestly, once people found out about you and Armin, it was almost expected that he would move into your room, at least that’s the impression you got when you asked. It wasn’t necessary for everyone to accommodate the two of you, but they did. Each time Armin had to be in another city, you were sent there as well. Each time you had a shift at the harbor, Armin also came. Surprisingly, things were actually going well and while you both still talked about visiting Francisco, it wasn’t as bad as when you first arrived back.

Reluctantly, you stood up from the bath and grabbed your towel, drying yourself off. You probably could have stayed in there all night. Each time you stepped into a bath on Paradis, you were reminded of the showers back on the vineyard. Armin definitely missed the shower in the barn and you had to admit, you did too. There was nothing quite as refreshing as taking a shower after work.

You smiled as you wrapped the towel around your body and went back into the bedroom to sit on the bed.

There wasn’t a lot you could do for Armin’s birthday, but you had been planning it for a little while. You spent a good few weeks searching for someone who could make cheesecake, but came up empty. There were three things Armin loved, cheese, books, and sex. If you couldn’t get the cheese, you at least had books and sex.

There was a bookstore you found while working that you were sure Armin hadn’t seen yet and one day you snuck out to try and find something you thought he hadn’t read yet. As for the sex, you were lotioning up your legs and getting yourself ready for the night you had planned.

“Can I help you with that?” Armin closed his book and kneeled behind you on the bed, scooping some lotion onto his hands and massaging it into your shoulders and neck.

“That feels nice.” You groaned, letting your eyes close as he worked the lotion in. “Who knew sitting at a desk would be more painful than working on a vineyard?”

“Maybe you should take breaks and walk around your office.” He lowered your towel a bit as went over your shoulder blades.

“I barely even have time for bathroom breaks.” You laughed. “There’s no way I will be able to get up and walk around. Plus, I like making sure I have time for us to eat lunch together.”

You leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder so you could look up at him. He was smiling and it made you happy seeing him like that. A small part of you was actually worried that you wouldn’t see that smile again unless you went back to the vineyard. Then one day, you were both in bed and you couldn’t even remember what it was you were talking about, but Armin started laughing, belly busting laughing, and from there you knew things would be okay.

“Well if you’re not going to take care of yourself, let me do it.” Armin complained, his lips against your neck. You were fully lotioned up at that point, but he continued massaging your shoulders, making sure to hit all the spots in your neck that were stiff.

“Armin, you don’t have to do this.” You leaned your head forward giving him more room to work and he laughed a little.

“Who said anything about having to do it. I want to.” You honestly couldn’t argue with him. It felt so good having his hands on your shoulders, squeezing the tight muscles and loosening up the knots that built up. “Does that feel good?”

“So good.” You nodded. Armin smiled and continued his massage, lowering his hands. He kept one on your shoulder for support and the other one moved to your lower back, working under your shoulder blade. Your body felt like jelly and you were barely able to hold yourself in a sitting position.

“This lotion smells really good.” Armin’s hands continued their kneading, but he dropped his nose to your neck, breathing in. “It doesn’t smell like your usual one.”

“It’s new.” You smiled. “I thought you might like it.”

“I do.” His lips pressed gently against the skin of your shoulder, tracing a trail of kisses up to your hairline. Each kiss he gave you, his hands slowly stopped their massage until eventually they just rested on your waist.

“Armin.” You breathed as you tilted your head to the side, his tongue coming out to move over your skin. “That feels good.”

He lowered himself a little, one of his hands resting on your bare thigh as he continued his open-mouth kisses along your neckline. This wasn’t part of the plan. Your plan was to lotion yourself, change and spend time reading with Armin until it was time to eat dinner. Then after you both had eaten, you would come back to your room for sex.

His hand was gripping your thigh tightly and you dropped your head back to rest on his shoulder, your back against his chest, giving him more of your neck.

“Armin,” you whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear yourself. You were hot, your stomach was boiling and each inch Armin’s hand moved up your thigh, it had you breathing faster, your breaths shallow.

You weren’t even sure when his other hand slipped under the towel, resting firmly against your stomach as his tongue swirled circles on your neck. As he brought the hand on your thigh to your knee, you moved your hand to his hair, lightly grabbing a fistful and he separated your knees.

It all felt too good and you leaned back into him more, scooting your butt slightly off the bed. His lips were right next to your ear and you could hear him sigh, a deep rumble hidden in his throat, as his fingers traced along the lines of your folds.

“Armin…” You turned your head to see him and he brought his lips to yours quickly, taking a deep kiss and making it deeper. This was not part of the plan, but you didn’t want to stop. His tongue moved into your mouth and you completely lost any desire to stick to the plan.

He pulled open your towel, removing it from between you both and setting it on the bed. You could feel the heat from his bare chest against your back and you wondered when it was he took his shirt off. It didn’t matter though because quickly after the towel was gone, his hand was cupping your breast, massaging it in his hand as his fingers worked over the nipple.

You were falling harder against him and moaning breathlessly, barely able to control yourself as his other hand started slowly playing with your clit. It was amazing how he already had you coming undone.

The louder your moans got the firmer you felt Armin’s erection pressing against your back and you took your hand from his hair, reaching behind you to grip it gently through his pants. He whined into your ear and you reached around, trying to get his pants out of the way so you could stroke his length and he helped by thrusting into your hands.

He was still rubbing his fingers over your clit when he slipped the same fingers back, pushing through your entrance and he moaned into your ear.

“I need you, Y/N.” He thrusted his fingers lightly as he tried to lift your body up to sit in his lap.

“Armin, wait, it’s your birthday. We were supposed—I had a plan.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way.” He spoke in your ear and you could feel his smile. “I won’t make it through any plan. I really just need you.”

You nodded as he pulled his fingers out and you inhaled quickly at the empty feeling inside you. Armin slid his legs forward, moving to the edge of the bed and you sat down on his lap.

“Wait, wait, let me…” He lined up his erection, holding your hip and pulling you back down as he slid inside of you with a groan.

Your back was resting against his chest and you honestly couldn’t figure out why were you so turned on. It was a long day at work but you could barely keep your eyes open as Armin kissed along your shoulder, his hands exploring your body until they eventually rested on your chest again.

“I’m sorry, Armin.” Your body shook as he pinched your nipple. “I think I’m just a lot more tired than I thought.”

“It’s okay.” He relished the moan he pulled from you as his tongue moved over your neck. “Let me do this.”

He held your waist as he began thrusting lightly up into you. It really wasn’t often that you let him have control. It wasn’t that he minded it. On the contrary, anything that made you happy, he was okay with, but this was a different feeling. He was the one who got to make you feel good now and he could feel himself getting hot just thinking about it.

Armin needed to be careful now though. As much as he wanted to come, how desperate he was already to reach his orgasm, he needed to hold off. The longer he could last, the more time he had with you. You were already moaning, your body leaning back onto him, but he knew that he could help you along by moving his hand between your legs and that’s what he did. He drew small circles around your clit until you were moaning louder, gripping his thigh tightly.

“Faster.” You breathed, lifting your body up a little as he continued his thrusting. He leaned back a little, thrusting harder and speeding up the movements of his fingers while doing his best not to reach his own orgasm.

“You feel good.” He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He could tell you were close though. The way your head was dropping down, the way you were gripping his thigh, the breathiness of your moans. He waited until he saw that quick snap in your body as your movements froze. Your body tensed over him as you cried out and he slowed his thrusting, grabbing onto your waist so you wouldn’t fall forward onto the floor.

Armin tried to catch his breath as he continued his slow circles over your clit, letting you come down slowly. You hated being overstimulated, but you always told him when it was too much and when you gently grabbed his wrist, he pulled his hands away, resting his forehead on your back until he caught his breath.

You were exhausted and you hated yourself for it. It wasn’t like you didn’t know this day was coming, you had been preparing for it. So why now? Why when you wanted nothing more than to spend time with Armin, to make him feel good, did you feel so drained?

Armin lifted you off of him and laid you down on the bed, setting you down on your back and moving between your legs, his lips already on your inner thigh.

“Damn it, Armin.” You looked down at him. “I’m supposed to be doing this for you.”

“I’m enjoying myself.” His tongue moved closer to the crease of your thigh.

“But your birthday.”

“You think I don’t love doing this?” He sat up and looked at you. “This is the best birthday present you could give me. There’s plenty of time for me later. Let me give you this.”

Literally the most amazing person you had ever met sat in front of you and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was good. Too good. Always so good to you and you couldn’t even hate him for it because you loved him so much. His smiled widened as he looked at you, knowing he won. Normally you didn’t give in so easily, but for Armin, you gave him whatever he wanted.

“Fine, but tomorrow you’re mine.” You laid your head back down.

“I look forward to it.” He chuckled quietly, his breath fanning over your inner thigh. “You ready for more?”

“I think so.”

Armin started with his hand, caressing the inside of your thigh and then over your stomach before going back to your clit, checking your reaction. Seeing you didn’t flinch, he dove in with his mouth.

You honestly couldn’t understand the appeal of oral. Not that you didn’t like it, but Armin was always wanting to do it. You weren’t complaining, you just didn’t understand it. Maybe it was a confidence thing and he knew he did it well so he enjoyed doing it, but you could count on one hand the number of times you had sex with him where he wasn’t going down on you.

Even when you were trying to quickly squeeze something in before a meeting or during lunch, he’d either be under your desk or you’d find some closet somewhere you could both fit where he would be between your legs while his hand stroked himself. You looked down and smiled as his hands moved from holding your legs to stroking his erection back to holding your legs.

This was another reason you wanted to do something for his birthday. You had never been in a relationship where you were always the one getting the better end of the deal. Though Armin would argue that he was getting the better end and that honestly just made you love him more.

You were having trouble focusing on your thoughts as your pending orgasm built further in your body and you reached down to grab Armin’s hair, pulling a moan from him. Your body could barely take it anymore and your hips started bucking forward. Armin moved his mouth faster and harder over you, knowing you were close to release.

Finally, the cord in your stomach snapped and your back arched, pushing your head further into your pillow as you tried to cry out Armin’s name, but it could only come out in a whisper. You closed your eyes as your body tensed and you waited as the overwhelming pleasure ran through you.

Armin slowed down his movements as you started panting for air and he gradually made his way back up your body, his mouth tracing a path from your hip to your shoulder until he reached your lips and you pulled him into you.

“You’re amazing.” He whispered into your jaw.

“For what?” You laughed. “Lying here and doing nothing? You’re the amazing one.”

You grabbed his face and made him look at you and he smiled, bringing his lips down to yours. At least that’s what you thought he was doing. Instead he leaned in and kissed your nose and you’ve literally never felt your heart swell as quickly as it did in that moment.

“What the fuck, Armin?” You grabbed his face again, kissing his cheeks roughly. “How the hell are you this fucking cute?”

“Hey… hey…” He pulled away from your cheek kisses, laughing. “I thought you were tired.”

“I am. You’re right. You’re right. You just give me energy.” You laughed, bringing your hands down from his face and wrapping your legs around him. “I’m ready. Fuck me. I’m ready.”

Armin laughed at you and seeing that smile on his face made you so happy. He really was amazing because you never thought you could ever love anything as much as you loved him.

He leaned down, still smiling, and kissed you. You opened your mouth for him and at that point, everything started moving quickly. Armin’s hand reached under your back as he thrusted into you, groaning as he sped up. This was definitely all Armin, you weren’t going to come from this, but hearing his grunts and groans in your ear each time your hips connected, you were already in heaven and completely satisfied. He lifted your leg, hooking his arm under your knee as he tried to get himself to thrust deeper. Your heart was beating quickly as you heard him panting and whining as he got closer and closer to release.

“Oh m—I’m gonna come.” He thrusted wildly into you, his hand gripping the sheets next to the both of you and he dropped his face down to yours, your lips touching but barely kissing. He drove his hips into yours forcefully with one thrust and grunted as his body tensed. It was such a weird time to feel as much love for him as you did then, but it was overwhelming and even though you were both literally as close as two people could get, your bodies connected in the most intimate way, you needed to be closer to him and you grabbed his cheeks, smiling as you kissed him.

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Aizawa and His Assistant Pt. 1

**Part 2** **Part 3**

 18+

MINORS DNI

(CW/TW: Fem Reader x Aizawa, pet play, smoking, humiliation, a teeny tiny piss kink hint if you squint {part 2 will have the actual p!ss}, anal play, vaginal play, vibrators, !!face fucking!!, degradation, lmk if I missed anything!)

Content: a BJ Alex inspired pet play scene with Aizawa and his secretary. :)

Aizawa lit his cigarette and sat down. He spread his arms out to the sides of the sofa and spread his legs. He was in his dress pants and a slightly unbuttoned white dress shirt. While he smoked his cigarette, he had his usual unemotional expression as he looked around the dimly lit lounge room.

He reached over to the side table with the cigarette in his mouth and held a little pink remote control in his hand. He lifted an eyebrow and pressed the “on” button. On the ground, you yelped as the butt plug that was in the playful shape of a cat tail started vibrating. He raised another eyebrow and smiled and looked down at his squirming pet.

Aizawa took in and let out a puff of smoke and smirks. “Psss psss psss,” he sly tongue hissed. You looked up, whimpering. He gestures with his fingers a motion for you to come forward. “Here, kitty,” he said with a smirk. 

You look down and whimper at the strong vibrations, trying to maintain your dignity. How did you end up here? You were doing paperwork just a few hours ago at your desk, but after so many casual quickies, you thought that your boss Aizawa had wanted a little more....and to be honest, you didn’t mind one bit. 

Aizawa gets impatient and increases the vibration control. You yelp and start crawling towards him while the butt plug vibrates and you stumble a bit from the strong vibrations. He smirks as he smokes and watches. The little bell on your collar dings as you crawl towards his legs.

Aizawa bends down a little as he switches the cigarette from one hand to the other and scratches your chin like one would to a cat. He reaches for the bottle of water and a tin bowl on the table and he places his cigarette in his mouth to use both his hands. He pours the water from the bottle in a tin bowl and he places the bowl on the floor. 

You’re a trembling mess, resting your weight on your bent arms and then on your bare palms. All of a sudden, in front of you is a silver bowl, pushed by Aizawa’s dress shoes. You look up at him with lost eyes as he inhales his cigarette. 

“Drink,” he demands as smoke exits his mouth. You lean down and start licking. The sound is embarrassing. The water laps into your mouth, like it would to a dog's. It felt humiliating. You were one of the most respectful women in the office, and yet you were doing something so humiliating as this. You looked up at him and paused your drinking as a drop of water making a drip sound when it dropped back into the bowl.  

Aizawa raises an eyebrow as he blows out smoke. “Who told you to stop?” You stood still and stared at the bowl, refusing to lick it. Aizawa reaches over in his pocket and presses a button.

Buzzzzz

Damn...the vibrator. You let out a whine and tilt your head downwards again to drink the water. He smiles a crooked smile with his cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth. “Mmm, too easy for you,” he states. You stop drinking and look up at him with a confused face. “Hu-AH!”, you let out.

Aizawa pressed the button for the highest level of vibration. You yelped and threw your head down as your collar jingles. Aizawa crossed his legs and with the crossed leg, his dress shoe held your chin up and he looked at you. “Turn around,” he says as he rests his cigarette on the ashtray. While still barely hanging on from the vibrator, you hesitantly turn around and have your plugged asshole in full view for your boss.

Aizawa reaches for a little pink vibrator with a pink battery box. He sticks the vibrator in your pussy and takes a roll of tape and snags a piece with his teeth. He uses the piece to tape the box to your inner thigh. He then presses the “on” button and watches as you tremble in front of him. “Turn back around, kitty cat.” 

You whimper and hesitantly turn around and he spreads his thighs open. The vibrator in your cunt feels amazing, and it definitely makes this experience a little better than before. You rub against his legs and nuzzle your head near his inner thighs. You tremble and moan a bit from the vibrators but he picks your chin up and looks at you with his usual mundane and lazy expression. 

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches over to his cigarette and places it in your mouth. “Suck,” he commands. You inhale while staring up at him and as he pulls the cigarette out of your mouth, he grips your jaw and prys it open. You blow the smoke out gently in his open mouth. He breaks away and takes the cigarette back into his mouth and settles back down into his seat.

You begin to unbuckle his dress pants and he pulls out his hard dick. You hold your mouth out open and feel excited that his dick is all yours. He pulls it out and gently smacks your cheeks with it. You bite your lip and begin to suck his tip, causing him to throw his head back and he groans as the cigarette is in his mouth. He pushes it deeper into your mouth and he slides it to the side where it protrudes your cheeks. 

 You playfully suck it and look up at him as part of it is hitting your cheek. You swirl it around with your tongue. You begin to lose your mind as the vibrations are wanting to make you cum. While being on your knees, you reach down and begin to rub circles around you clit with Aizawa’s dick still in your mouth. 

He peeks and reaches into his pocket and shuts off both vibrators. You let out a whine and close your legs to try and continue your orgasm, but it has already been ruined. Aizawa takes you out of your mouth and grips your jaw. “Who the fuck told you to cum whenever you want?” You close your eyes and lick your lips. You open your mouth and smile. He tightens his grip and has a furious expression, especially at your teasing smile. You knew you did something wrong. And you didn’t care. 

You try to make it up to him as your hand reaches over to his dick to jerk him off. He let go of your jaw and backed down to his chair and you purred, “I’m sorry, Sir. I only cum when my master tells me too,” you said in a seductive voice as you rubbed your thighs together to try and play with your clit.  You nuzzled your head on his pants and lazily jerked his dick. 

He inhales his cigarette again and watches, almost untrustworthy. You begin to slightly deep throat it as he gently pets your hair and blows out smoke. You suddenly feel him grab a chunk of your hair and thrust into your throat while his cigarette sat tight in his sealed mouth. It wasn't hitting the back of your throat. It was sliding down your throat.

 You couldn’t breathe. The smell of his cologne was the only thing you could sense as of right now. It was mixed with the smell of cigarettes as he pushed your head down to his lower abdomen. He placed his cigarette in the ashray and reached into his pocket. He turns on both your vibrators again and your brows furrow at the feeling. You start losing your mind and your eyes slightly close as you begin to tear up. He keeps pushing your head down as you just take all of his dick. Your orgasm creeps up on you, and Aizawa’s words don’t help. “You walk around like you’re this boss lady, but you are just a needy whore.”

He pulls out to let you breathe for a second and you cough and whimper and close your thighs to try and have a little hint of an orgasm. He gets angry at the thought of you coming again without his permission and he stands up and grabs a chunk of your hair and slams your nose back into his snail trail as your throat accepts his dick down its wet tunnel. The slippery sounds of your spit and Aizawa’s balls smacking your chin were the only thing you could hear. He finally shoots his milk all down your throat. “Awww...yeahhhh fuck! *He immediately pulls out and cups your cheeks. “Open your mouth,” he says while breathing heavily from his immediate orgasm.

With mascara running down your face, as well as your spit and drool dripping onto your thighs, you hold your mouth open full of his cum. He reaches over to his cigarette and inhales it. Then, he bends down and blows it in your open mouth. “Swallow, baby,” he says sweetly. You swallow and whimper as your orgasm approaches. Aizawa chuckles and shuts off the vibrators much to your dismay. "Whyyyyyy?", you moan. Aizawa put out his cigarette and states, “Because you weren’t a good kitty.”

 He reached down into his pocket and pull out a tin can of what looked like mints. He opened it and pulled out a small pill. “Open for me again, kitty.” You open your mouth hesitant to what he was going to put into your mouth. He placed the pill in your mouth and instructed you not to swallow yet. He closed the can, and put his dick back into his pants and zipped up. The pill tasted awful, nothing like a mint at all. He walked over to the mini bar and took a bottle of liquor and took a swing and he gripped your cheek and kissed you. He poured all of the drink into your mouth and you gulped it, along with the pill. He let go and you breathed heavily and wiped your lips. 

“That should go into effect in an hour or two,” he chuckled and walked away. You looked at him with a worried face and turned your head to see where he walked over to. He walked to the bar and had an sinister smile on his face. 

*It was a diuretic pill, basically it’s supposed to make you pee, like a lot and very quickly. Part 2 coming soon*

[missmentelle]

How do I know if I'm being gaslit? What does that mean?

If you are experiencing “gaslighting”, it means that someone is intentionally trying to make you feel like you are irrational and insane. They will try to convince you that you can’t trust your own judgement, even about things that you experienced firsthand. The internet tends to use the term ‘gaslighting’ to describe any kind of lying or arguing, but it’s a lot more complicated than that - when you are being gaslit, it means someone is going out of their way to make you feel like you’re the crazy one who causes all the conflict in the relationship when in reality, it’s the other way around. A person who lies about liking your new haircut or starts an argument with you about whose turn it is to do the dishes is probably not gaslighting you - gaslighting is intentional, repeated, and specifically aimed at undermining your sanity and emotional stability. It is a pattern of abuse, and by definition, it can be very difficult to recognize and escape from. 

Examples of gaslighting include things like:

Insisting that things did not happen the way you remember them, even if you have proof. Maybe you and the abuser had an argument over WhatsApp yesterday, and they called you a slur. You definitely remember that this happened, because it was devastating for you, and you took screenshots in case they deleted the message. But when you confront the other person about what they said, they flat-out deny that it ever happened - in fact, they have no idea where this is coming from, and they feel insulted that you would accuse them of such a horrible thing. They didn’t do that. They’ve never done that. In fact, there was no argument. You made the whole thing up in your head. It doesn’t matter that you have screenshots - they don’t want to see them, because they know that you are totally misunderstanding what’s in them, just like you always do. When you’re being gaslit, the gaslighter doesn’t care about reality. They will flat-out deny what happened and create a new version of events that puts them in a better light, and they’ll insist that you are the one with the faulty memory for not remembering it that way. Even with evidence right in front of their faces, they’ll stick to their guns and say that you are completely inventing things. 

Constantly insisting that you overreact and blow things out of proportion. Maybe you saw a notification on your partner’s phone the other day, and you realize that they’ve been texting other people on a dating app. You are obviously very upset about the situation, and you aren’t sure if you even want to stay in the relationship. But instead of apologizing, your partner begins to get angry with you for how upset you are - they insist that you are blowing this completely out of proportion, that you’re being a huge drama queen, that you’re being manipulative and attention-seeking, and that it’s completely insane for you to be upset. Any time you are upset with the other person for genuinely hurting or harming you in some way, they flip everything around - all of a sudden, the conversation becomes focused on how unstable and dramatic you are, and the abuser’s wrongdoing is totally forgotten. The abuser paints a consistent picture of you as someone who freaks out over absolutely nothing and completely overreacts. 

Playing up your existing mental illness or insisting that you are mentally ill. Your abuser sees signs of mental illness in everything you do. If you have a history of mental illness, they’ll insist that it’s coming back - if you don’t have a history of mental illness, they’ll invent a new mental illness for you out of whole cloth. Did you get upset because your partner screamed at you? That’s not normal, you’re having huge mood swings and you’re definitely bipolar. Did you stick up for yourself when your partner was trying to control you? That’s definitely not normal, you’re acting just like this person they knew who had severe BPD. Whenever you are upset about the way you’re being treated or just refusing to be controlled, your abuser will play the mental illness card - suddenly, they are the hard-worn, loving caretaker and you are the very sick person who refuses to let them help you. Sometimes, when you are getting especially angry about your partner’s mistreatment, they may flip a switch and go from yelling at you to acting like your caretaker in an instant - they’ll start pleading with you to get help, offering to drive you to the hospital, and begging you to understand that you aren’t well and that they’re just so worried about you. The point, of course, is to completely undermine you as a person; they want you to believe that you are seriously mentally ill and incapable of understanding what’s real and what isn’t. 

Positioning themselves as the innocent “victim” in the relationship, even when they are the one mistreating you. To an outside observer, you are the one constantly being terrorized by someone who criticizes and controls you. But your gaslighter doesn’t want you to see it that way - according to them, they are the innocent victim who has to tiptoe around your constant unpredictable mood swings. They’ll claim that they try so hard to help you and avoid setting you off, but you’re just so unreasonable - they may even claim that you are the one abusing them. Any time you fight back, stand up for yourself or have a negative reaction to their abuse, they will find a way to frame things so that your response is the real issue, and not the abuse that provoked it. If they pinned you against a wall and you pushed them off you to get away, they will flip the narrative on you - they’ll swear up and down that they were just gently trying to keep you from hurting yourself when you violently attacked them. Somehow, every confrontation you have about your partner’s bad behaviour turns into you apologizing and feeling bad, even when you went into the conversation being pretty sure that you did nothing wrong. 

Intentionally turning friends and loved ones against you. A gaslighter will sometimes try to recruit your friends and family to “their” side, turning them against you. They will tell your loved ones all about your supposed mood swings, “mental health issues” and how difficult you are being, in an effort to win sympathy and destroy your credibility. The idea is that when you turn to your friends to say “my partner freaked out on me over something small last night”, they’ll respond with “mmmm, your partner already told us this story and they gave a very different version of what happened. It sounds like you’re leaving a lot out to make yourself sound better. Your partner says you’ve been acting weird lately, what’s going on with you?” It’s much easier to warp someone’s perception of reality if you can convince their friends and family to reinforce the fake reality that you’ve created. 

Dramatically misrepresenting your motives. A gaslighter will find ways to “prove” that you’re the kind of person they say you are, regardless of what you do. Even if you do something nice for them, they can find ways to twist things to suit their narrative. Did you buy them an expensive birthday present because you care about them? You’re clearly being manipulative and trying to bribe them somehow. Did you clean the whole house for them because you wanted them to be able to enjoy coming home to a clean living space? Nonsense, this was clearly you being passive-aggressive and trying to shame them for not being as clean as you. Your actions end up not mattering - no matter how hard you to try to prove that you aren’t the difficult, terrible person that your gaslighter says you are, they will always find ways to misrepresent your motives and lie about your intentions so they can turn your innocent behaviour into whatever they want it to be. 

Being gaslighted is an immensely stressful experience - it’s designed to make you feel crazy, and if you’re subjected to it for a long time, that’s exactly what will happen. It’s unbelievably stressful to be in a position where you feel like you cannot trust your own mind or make rational decisions. And when that stress inevitably starts to affect your mental health, that becomes further evidence that your abuser is correct and that you’re the crazy one. It can be extraordinarily difficult for a victim of long-term gaslighting to escape from their situation, because they genuinely start to believe that they are the problem in the relationship and that they’re lucky anyone will put up with them. 

If you suspect you are being gaslit, there are some things you can do to recognize the issue and break free from it:

Keep meticulous records. Write down the details of conversations and arguments as soon as they happen. Record fights with the audio recorder on your phone. Take and save screenshots of important conversations. Save voicemails. Keep a diary with dates and times of events. Nobody has perfect recall, but if your partner’s version of events consistently doesn’t match your hard evidence in a major way, that’s a pretty good sign that they are twisting the truth to suit their needs.

Talk to a neutral third party. Talk to someone outside the relationship that your partner doesn’t have access to - this could be a friend, a coworker, a neighbour, anyone that you feel you can trust. Turn to an internet group or forum if you have to. Show them the evidence you’ve collected or talk to them about what’s happening, and get a neutral perspective. People who have not been exposed to your gaslighter’s charms will be able to tell you pretty quickly that your situation is not normal. 

Think about your past relationships. Have any of your past relationships followed the same patterns as your current one? Has anyone in your past made similar complaints about you? If your last relationship didn’t have these kinds of issues, there’s a good chance that the new person in your life is the problem - not you.

Trust your gut. If you get the sense that something isn’t quite right, don’t ignore those feelings. Remember, you don’t actually have to be certain that you’re being gaslighted to justify leaving the relationship - if your relationship frequently causes you stress and anxiety or makes you feel like you can’t be yourself, something is seriously wrong and it may be time to go.

It’s also a good idea to talk to a mental health professional or a domestic abuse expert if you suspect you are being gaslighted - they are experts at helping your recognize it and come up with strategies to have healthier relationships in the future.

Hope this answers your question!

MM