#WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU FICTIONAL CARETAKERS

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⌞♡⸝⸝ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬⌝ After your best friend had broken his arm , you took it upon yourself to take care of him , you were his best friend after all and also a nurse. The only issue with him was (other than the broken arm) , he was a complete horn dog and needed your help with something. ⌞♡⸝⸝ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬⌝ Nsfw (mdni), Big dick!Heeseung , no d/s dynamics, short handjob, unprotected sex, wet dream, literal porn ⌞♡⸝⸝ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭⌝ 1.5k

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���You’re so clumsy Heeseung , how did you even manage to do that”,you huffed as you set a couple plastic bags down on the nightstand next to his bed —  he could only chuckle sheepishly in reply. “You know how clumsy I can be… I broke my arm when I played basketball with Riki since he needed to practice for his upcoming match”, his eyes watched your movements as you took your Jacket off , chuckling to himself as you grumbled to yourself. “Shit.. I forgot to change out of my Work clothes…”, well , it didn’t really matter — the hospital you were working in was getting new work clothes anyway. “Guess I got myself a personal nurse huh?”, you rolled your eyes upon hearing his comment. “Shush I’m not Nurse (Y/n), I’m your best friend (Y/n) right now”.

“Whatever you say Nurse— Ow!”, Heeseung winced as you nudged your arm against his broken one which caused his bottom lip to jut out a bit. “You’re so mean to me”, he sulked slightly while you started to clean his room , his eyes watching you like a hawk. God how he wished he could stop looking , but he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you —  you just looked too good in your nurse outfit. Those white stockings with that typical white colored nurse dress that reached down to above your knees , he should have known better than to watch pornos with nurses in it when he knew you worked as one. The way his cock started to chub up in his sweatpants also didn’t help , especially since he couldn’t even jerk off once you’re away — his dominant hand was broken after all and jerking off with the other one would take years. He needed to snap out of it , but he couldn’t —  the way the dress made your ass look so fucking nice when you bend down got all the blood in his body rushing down to his cock. He was fucked , absolutely doomed, it was starting to hurt.

“You good? You look like you’re about to explode”, you snickered but there was also a tinge of worry in your tone — maybe his arm was hurting really badly right now or maybe he didn’t feel very well. He inhaled a sharp breath through his teeth as you walked towards him and leaned over to place your hand against his forehead to check his temperature , giving him a nice view of your cleavage — his cock was rock hard , straining against his sweatpants and leaking pre cum , this was bad. “I’m okay just…”, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pretty view you gave him , his voice trailing off as his face flushed more. “Just? Come on , you need to tell me, I’m your caretaker right now. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong”, you sighed softly as you sat down on the edge of his bed , the hem of your dress riding up your thigh a bit — god , this felt like a wet dream for him. 

“Look , I’m hard ,that’s all and you’re making it kind of hard for me to calm down”, Heeseung admitted , feeling both embarrassed and ashamed for getting hard because of you, although he never directly said that you were the cause for it. “Oh…? Need some help with that?”, his eyes shot wide open as he heard what you said , not sure if you actually said that or his mind playing tricks on him. “W-What?”, his voice was a mere whisper as he spoke , his mouth running dry as he could only stare at you with his bambi eyes , his heart skipping a beat as you leaned closer to him —  the way a couple strands of your hair fell over your face made you look so god damn sexy. “I asked if you needed help with that … I am here to take care of you after all”, since when was your voice so god damn sultry? Like a seductive caress to his ears. 

Heeseung let out a quiet gasp followed by a small moan as you slid your hand under his blanket and caressed the bulge in his sweatpants , your palm rolling over it slowly. “Mhm… you’re so hard , twitching under my hand and just begging for me to touch you more. Do you want that?”, this really felt like a wet dream come true , his hooded eyes glancing at you with a nod of his head. “Fuck..yeah , please”, you grinned and pulled the blanket off of him before sliding his sweatpants down to his knees along with his boxers , his hard cock springing up and slapping against his abdomen with a soft ‘thud’ before it stood tall and proud in all it’s glory.

“You’re so big…”, you whispered as you reached your hand out and wrapped it around the girth of his cock , slowly stroking it while climbing on top of him. Since when did your nurse dress get so short? He could see your lace panties peeking out from under your dress as you straddled his thighs. “You’d be so deep inside me…”, you whispered as you held his cock up in front of your torso to showcase how deep his cock would be buried inside you , more clear pearls of that salty substance leaking from his swollen tip. “You’d like that? Buried deep inside me and getting hugged by my tight pussy? Hitting the spots so deep inside me and making me moan your name?”. you whispered as you leaned down towards him , your hand still stroking his cock in a slow pace as your face inched closer to his , he could feel your breath fanning his lips.

“Stop…you’re driving me crazy…”, he panted out , he was getting so worked up that it was hard for him to control himself. He wanted to fuck you so badly that it wasn’t funny anymore. “Am I now?”, you giggled as you rubbed your palm over the tip of his cock , his pre cum sticking to your hand as you used it as lube to stroke his cock again , watching the way his mouth fell open in pure bliss. “You are…”, he mumbled , his eyes opening to look up to you before they widened , your lips meeting his own in a hot kiss —  his cock twitched once again in your hand.

He could hear some rustling noises but wasn’t bothered enough to open his eyes and see what it was , a small whine of disappointment getting swallowed in the kiss as you removed your hand from his cock. But suddenly, an overwhelming wet heat surrounded him , wrapping around his cock so tightly that he moaned loudly and pulled away from the kiss. There you were , sitting on his lap and taking his cock inch after inch inside your tight cunt —  your head thrown back from the painful yet delicious stretch his cock was giving you. This was too good to be true. “So fucking big…”, you moaned out as you rested your sticky hand on his abdomen to balance yourself until you had his whole cock inside you — his cock so big that you were seeing stars and feeling the pressure in your abdomen , sticky tip pressing against your cervix.

Your other hand joined the one on his abdomen as you started to lift your hips up and down , your knees digging into the mattress next to his thighs —  his healthy hand reached up and practically ripped the top of your dress open , watching the way your tits bounced ever so slightly. Fuck , you wore a black lace bra , the same one he accidentally saw in your hamper , god did it it look way better on you than he thought. 

You were moaning like a slut on top of him , your pussy singing in tune with your moans as wet squelching noises came from it —  you were so tight and warm , it was making his head dizzy and you felt even better than in his imagination. He used his hand to cup your breast under your bra , his fingers kneading and squeezing the lump of fat as you slowly started to pick up the pace , bouncing on his cock like it was yours.

“Cum inside me , you’re twitching like crazy. Fill me up to the brim ….”, you moaned out as you reached a hand down to your cunt , a low moan leaving his lips as he watched your fingers play with your needy little clit —  you were so fucking hot , moaning and playing with yourself like a porn star. He threw his head back into the pillow as his hips started to thrust up , fucking himself up into your cunt while you slammed down on it —  an almost whiny moan coming from him as hot spurts of cum came spurting out of his cock , his balls feeling lighter as he emptied his hot load inside you. He bit his lip to stop himself from whining and whimpering as your pussy got tighter around his cock , your own orgasm coming crashing down on you as you moaned his name so heavily.

He closed his eyes to regain his breathing as he came down from his high , opening them again just to see … a wet patch on his grey sweatpants. He was confused , weren’t you just on top of him? Didn’t he just cum deep inside you? A small groan of realization hit him , this didn’t only feel like a wet dream —  it was a wet dream.

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

okay . while i was writing the essay , i was going on a big spiel about how fandoms often reduce characters to familiar archetypes . then when i finished writing i realized i actually don't know what the Fuck i was yapping about because it all doesn't really apply to the tadc fandom post-ep 2 ? like Cool !! ragatha's an absolute loser of a woman , i think everyone has known that at this point .

basically ragatha's not the Best model for when i want to talk about nice characters being mischaracterized in fandom because i stopped seeing people making her put-together anyway . i can think of other characters that'll fit the thesis better .

i'm only deciding to post what i had down because i think i did say some stuff of note and because people were interested for . some reason ! . just keep in mind that it kind of became a nothingburger .

i'm in the middle of rewriting it to be less about the fandom though and my god it's already around 1118 words what am i doing with my life

also apologies in advance for the walls of text

——— this is not an essay to get you to like ragatha if you’re feeling meh towards her , or even dislike her . opinions are opinions , you have characters that appeal to you and i have mine ! this is just a ramblefest on why i love her , how people characterized her , and commentary on fandom culture as a whole

this is also not meant to bash any headcanons ! like good for you if you see her as the mother figure in the circus found family . the term ‘ mom friend ‘ here is used to describe how people often reduced her and similar characters down to a caretaker role for other characters while ignoring the Depth they have

as i think is clear in this blog by now , my favorite character in a piece of fiction has always been a mentally ill woman . the more complicated the brain , the better . i don’t have a type , but i know more often than not i would gravitate towards characters that are either misunderstood or disliked by most of the fandom

can you guess which category ragatha falls under —

don’t get me wrong , i am NOT generalizing tadc fans here ! the idea of her being a well-put together person lessened around episode 2 which is GREAT because i got to read very cool fics — and i’m not saying you have to know every part of ragatha’s thought processes to talk about her ( though at this point i think i’ve heard enough takes that makes me want to say that — )

‘ nice characters ‘ ( especially female ones ! ) in fandom never have the most pleasant development in my experience . either they will be pushed aside because they’re seen as boring compared to the more brasher characters or they’ll be disliked for the few times they did something seen as ‘ not so nice ‘ . and in the few times where they Are being paid attention , they’ll be put in an arbitrary box that waters down their traits .

in other words , fandoms put characters in boxes . terms like ‘ mom friend ‘ and ‘ cinnamon roll ‘ are those boxes . they're common tropes in media that fandoms typically like . it’s why people were so disappointed to find out that jax is actually an unlikable asshole instead of a ' jerk with a heart of gold ' — these boxes make the characters easy to consume and understand .

as you can tell , i don’t agree with putting characters in boxes ! first of all , how are they supposed to breathe in there ?

secondly , it’s just restricting yourself from genuinely engaging with a piece of media , especially for a character-driven story like tadc . i would be More forgiving of this problem if tadc was a plot-heavy show where the lore’s the main focus , but The Characters Are The Focus , Johnathan . trying to understand the characters personally to extract any potential moral lessons from them Is The Point of those types of stories

thirdly , i call those boxes arbitrary for a reason ; they often don't describe the characters at all , and in some cases , even goes against their characterization . my biggest problem with mom friend ragatha is that it Takes away the things that makes her interesting as a character .

do you know what's so compelling about ragatha ? it's that , believe it or not , she is Not the most reliable . one of the most fascinating things with ragatha in episode two is how it shows her approaching emotions Vs. Pomni approaching emotions .

even though it's unintentional , ragatha can be seen as Dismissive and Overbearing . the way she tried to reassure pomni of not feeling hurt by being left behind can seem Passive-Aggressive . her conversation with kinger shows that she Assumes what the other person thinks without hearing them out . this contrasts against pomni who lets gummigoo speak out his feelings and actually had viable things to say than ' don't worry about it haha '

this contrast is interesting to note because it shows the world of difference between ragatha and pomni's emotional maturity .

you can tell that ragatha can be simple-minded . not in a ' she's a dumbass ' way , but in that she's Reluctant to approach uncomfortable emotions without beaming it with a ray of positivity . like you can tell she thinks that Repressing her emotions to the point she can't feel them is the same as ' processing ' them . all of these are stuff that don't fit the Mature Mom Friend archetype .

and that's Fine !! because she was never meant to be in the role anyway !! there's a common theme of Community and Support in tadc , and that Everyone Has Each Other . ragatha was never meant to be the Glue holding everyone together , she's meant to be a part of the Unit that is the circus .

there's also a conversation to be had about how older female characters — or at least characters that are seen as having stereotypically ' feminine ' traits of being kind and caring — are often being pushed to a reductive , supportive familial role that reinforces gender roles , but you didn't hear it from me !

anyways uh in conclusion ragatha's awesomesauce ok i'm going back to drawing

[paingoes]

Rubies

Ungrateful

(Content: living weapon whumpee, illness, self loathing, conditioning, past abuse, implied child abuse, caretaker new master?)

He was starting to even out. Delta no longer felt the need to sleep all day, nor did he feel like he might lapse back into sickness. Apollo and Kitty gave him the space he needed, but he still saw them often enough. Their conversations were very limited. Delta still had trouble forcing himself to speak, so scared of triggering the wrong reaction. But so far they had been nothing but patient. This too felt strange and new.

When all their exchanges had been through a screen, it had been much easier to manage. They existed to him mostly in concept alone. Even when they’d sent videos, they still felt fictitious. He had understood them more as characters from a book than he did as real people. 

That same attitude was not sustainable in a three dimensional space. Those two were flesh and blood. Even with the new collar, Delta’s idle mode powers were higher than they had been in years. As ever, it was concerned with forms. It felt out the shape of the space around him with small pulses throughout the day. He could feel their hearts beating in their chest, the minutiae of their movements. 

Real people presented complications that fictional ones did not. A very, very old voice in his head already dictated how he was meant to feel about them.

They risked everything for you and you didn’t even say thank you. All you’ve done is hide out in your room and ignore them when they speak to you. You are ungrateful. You are disrespectful. It is an unacceptable way to act around your superiors. You should be on your knees. You should be begging for forgiveness for what you’ve done.

He did not know whose voice it was, but it sounded ancient. It sounded like it had come all the way from genesis. He wondered whether it had been there all along. Maybe he just hadn’t been able to make it out clearly before. Right now, without work to distract him, it had grown impossibly loud.

Ungrateful, venomous thing. Did you forget what you are? Did you forget who you belong to? Don’t you dare try to speak. You are an object. I don’t ever want to see you acting like that again. You are not a person. Get down. You do not exist for any reason but to serve your superiors’ needs. You will speak when you are spoken to and nothing more. You will obey their orders and do nothing else. If you forget your place, I will happily remind you of it.

Delta pulled the pillow over his head. The barrage was more or less continuous. Something about being in a new environment must have triggered it. He had already internalized most of what the voice said a long time ago. He knew that. But the constant reminders of his own ingratitude still made him feel awful. He knew it wasn’t right for him to be hiding out like this. He was scared and he was exhausted, but it wasn’t an excuse. He’d been trained better than that. He exhaled, rising up from the bed. He’d put it off long enough.

He found Apollo first. He’d been standing in the side room right by the kitchen. It had been his mother’s studio at one point, now it was just a space with good lighting and a usable surface. He’d been trying to clean it out when Delta walked in.

“Oh! Hi!” Apollo was pleasantly surprised to see him emerge from his room. The soft fabric of his poncho swayed around him when he moved. Little glimpses of golden jewelry were just visible in between the curls of his red hair. He gazed warmly at Delta, his eyes betraying nothing.

This was so fucking difficult. The easygoing way they acted around him only made him feel worse about his own indiscretions. It would have been better if they were angry; he’d have known what to do with that. The procedure was mostly the same, though.

Delta knelt down on the floor in front of him, ignoring the protest from his ribs. He bowed his head, stealing only a small glance upwards. Apollo’s expression was marked with concern. That was fine. It didn’t deter him.

“Thank you.” Delta’s voice was soft, but it was still the clearest Apollo had ever heard him speak aloud. “I didn’t say it yet. I’m sorry. Thank you.”

Less was more. He wasn’t going to start rambling, even if he thought he was capable of it. He’d only say more if Apollo wanted him to, if he gave him permission to. Otherwise, he hoped his body language would speak for itself. 

Apollo looked really, really upset. He crossed the distance between them. Delta cringed back at the rapid movement, sure he was about to be hurt. But Apollo knelt down, pretty abruptly interrupting what Delta had been trying to convey. He reflexively flinched as Apollo took his shoulders, shaking him gently, “It’s okay. Of course. You don’t have to do that. I’m glad you’re okay, alright? But you don’t have to. It’s not like that.”

Delta stared back at him unblinkingly. Apollo seemed to gather himself, releasing his grip. “Sorry. Shouldn’t have touched you. You can stand up though. Don’t mention it.”

He offered a hand for Delta to rise. Though confused and self-conscious, he accepted. 

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He tried again with Kitty. She didn’t return to the house until later in the night. Delta waited until Apollo had gone to bed, not wanting to upset him any further. Kitty was collapsed against the couch as if she’d been running around all day. Her ears perked up as Delta approached.

“Hey! You’re awake!” She smiled cheerfully, kind of goofily. 

Delta wrung his hands, more nervous on this attempt than he had been for the previous. He knelt. The carpet of the living room was much softer than the hardwood of the study. Kitty tilted her head in confusion.

“Thank you for saving me.” His voice sank a little as the shame seeped into his words, “I’ve been acting ungrateful. I’m so sorry. Thank you.”

“Aw. It’s no problem, bud.” Kitty frowned a little as she leaned forward. “Do you wanna sit on the couch?”

Delta hesitated. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been allowed furniture in general; he’d had his own room. It was specifically that he was not allowed on furniture with other people. It gave the wrong idea; he was never supposed to be at their level.

“No, miss,” he responded. It was too much for one night.

“Okay.” Kitty shrugged. “Floor time, then.”

She slid down onto the carpet with him. He blinked in surprise. Very casually, she switched on the screen on the far wall, untangling her controller from beneath it.

“You wanna play?” She asked.

“Um. No, miss.” He shook his head.

“K.” She said. 

He watched as the screen came to life. Kitty’s tail swished from side to side as she focused in. It was a hypnotic movement. Hesitant and careful, in anticipation of being reprimanded for it, Delta unfolded himself into a more comfortable position. Kitty did not object.

He pulled his knees up to his chest. After a few minutes had passed, he’d gotten absorbed in the bright colors and motion of the game, almost forgetting where he was. He was kind of susceptible to things like that. He blinked back to reality, stealing a sidelong glance at Kitty. She was just as engrossed, not half as tense.

“Do you want me to stay here?” He asked. Like she might’ve forgotten he was there, like it wouldn’t go well once she noticed. 

“Do you want to?” Her voice was a bit hopeful, in ways he did not pick up on and was not yet capable of understanding.

He nodded mutely as he leaned back against the couch. He watched her play in silence, slowly adjusting to the presence of another body beside him. 

…….

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[eruisapenguin]

The Tragedy That is Humanity

I have this WIP rotting in my doc for a while, felt like it's better to post it here instead of letting it become bonemeal.

Scarlet Child AU

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Your first thought was, it's suffocating.

The weight of the world pressed in, heavy and oh so suffocating—you were unable to breathe, lungs refusing to tear itself and draw air for you—panic started to settle deep like a blade to a wound would. It burns.

Then, something shifted. The weight lifted, the pressure broke before you, and your chest heaved as you gasped in the cold air so thick it felt foreign. Still yet the burning ache persists, holding you down with a simple wish of hope it would last forever.

The newborn’s—your eyes opened, gleaming with an unsettling light; ancient and innocent, terrified and commanding, familiarity and of naivety. With a blink, you remember.

Above you, the blue sky darken in reverence. Clouds unravel themselves apart in recognition of yourself. The wind whispered silent prayers and howled their pleas; nature bowed their heads to welcome your presence. Concrete crumbling to dust whilst the ground trembles below you.

An infant’s first wail echoed throughout the world. It was yours, why are you a baby? Did you die and be reincarnated into another yet cruel existence? You didn't remember dying. Life rips you away only to place you into another, what use could it have of you? To remember your previous life? You cried and screamed. It's unfair.

That life, you led it with ordinance, as another gear in a machinery that is society, replaceable and unworthy. Yet here; you could feel it wasn't the same. The earth responded when your cry pierced it, you’ve unknowingly sunk your soft, tender fingers into it like it was its purpose all along: to bend by your will. Why must it be you?

There was a corpse besides you

Mother

What has life turned you into?

Soon, when a pair of arms descends to carry you, darkness threatens to slip. You last wondered who your mother was.

—

It wasn't hard to notice whoever brought you to, wherever here is, was nobody normal. At first it looked like a very depressing hospital, then you’ve gawked at the obvious, enormous, SCP fucking Foundation logo in the wall for an unhealthy amount of time the person in charge of you started to look at you with an odd expression. Nothing's wrong here, yep.

Anyways, they put you inside a cradle—where the bed is surprisingly comfortable for your vulnerable baby skin. The Foundation has been…oddly kind…even though you kinda, caused a whole natural disaster as soon as you were born.

Dramatic much, you. And, it has been a few days and the facility hasn't burned down yet because of you. So, good job! You’ve been coping pretty well too—as good as a person who was reborned into a fictional world that is. By coping you mean repressing it, eh, you can always let it out by screaming at your poor caretakers.

Time passes fast when you're a baby. Napping and mostly dissociating when not, does that, you guess. You don't have to worry about being a little odd too, since you're an anomaly and all. It's been more than three months and you're able to sit up now. Good grief, it's tiring to lay down all day. The doctors started giving you toys to play with; you've taken a liking to throwing it at them and laughing—you heard them muttering things that this is supposed to be impossible but expected from an anomaly.

The next week they replaced it with balls made out of soft, rubbery material. They're slippery and you absolutely hated that fact, the only way you could play with it is by rolling it around. Your caretakers nodded in approval. Soon, you countered their attempt by learning how to somehow manipulate it with your own sheer fucking will. The throw was far harder than what you could do with your own hands. You relished the unassuming intern’s face when they saw your ball floating in the air only for it to smack them right in the head.

They immediately took them all away from you, two hours after the incident and now you're left with nothing. Fuck. You're bored as is and they're taking your only stimulations away??!

“No! My ‘oys!” You started wailing with the strength of a godly baby. The woman—who you have come to recognize as the baby expert here, dropped her jaws and had to physically use her hand to close it. Maybe it's because you just spoke when you're still like, about five months old or maybe it's something else; eh, serve her right though, for taking your stuff.

A man crouched right besides you, not liking the calculating gaze he has. “You can speak,” said him, not posed as a question based on the tone but a fact.

You respond by mustering up the best glare a baby can do.

“You can understand our language well.” And he nodded, what the fuck, why is he talking as if you're an alien. Wait, you are. In their eyes that is.

“Pak ‘ouhf.” Legendary, damn you lack of teeth. He arched one from over his stupid blocky glasses. “Where did you learn that?”

“You mum.” Clearly that was yet another answer the researcher doesn't expect.

After a few seconds, he sighed, “what about we bargain?” Oh? And it seemed like he noticed your interest.

“We will give back your toys—as long as you don't throw it at anyone again. Mhm?” Your baby face stretched to a grin as you exaggerated a nod. “Buh! No balls. I wan puzzles.”

He stared at you for a long time before darkening his expression, hah! As if you’d be intimidated. “Remember,” he started, “use it to harm, we will confiscate it and start limiting your privileges—” you have privileges? “—am I clear?”

A small price to pay, deal.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

HELLO BELOVED CKB!! I have been restraining myself for months (hypothetical since I have no sense of time) on the topic of fictional characters that remind people of Yves. Because Oh Boy do I have a big one.

Have you seen Vil Schoenheit from Twisted Wonderland? There are so many parallels it makes me go absolutely bonkers. I might get his character wrong but oh well.

- Vil is insanely rich & a model/actor. Very influential and worked his way to that spot. His skincare and makeup routine is fucking impertinent to him; he must look flawless at all times. He makes sure that he is in prime condition and pushes to make sure that the people in his dorm are of similar regimens.

- Vil is based off of the evil queen (he’s not related to her in any sense btw.) He, by nature, is very nitpicky and motherly towards the people that he cares about even though it can be seen by them as smothering and overwhelming sometimes.

- He specializes in making potions and specifically poisons.

- Oh My God he is so mother and honestly one of my favorite characters and so is Yves which honestly says a lot about me. I need help. Canonically calls his right hand man “dear/darling.”

If I had to relate Yves to another TWST character it would be Malleus Draconia but only looks and obsessiveness and the whole “I want to be with you for eternity” thing.

- 🌷

Oh hell yeah i know Twisted wonderland, I follow a couple of blogs who specialized in making Yandere Fics about them, my favourite is Malleus Fuckin Draconia my man. Im pretty sure you can see my type (Long black hair, green eyes, calm, lithe and vampiric types)

I didn't know shit about twisted wonderland at first, I fr thought it was a yandere dating sim, but I had to learn everything bit by bit from the bits and bobs of canon those authors would sometimes post about, so it was like learning a language from scratch.

I was partially interested in Vil Schoenheit, but I guess most of the fics wrote him as mainly focused on his fanbase and not the reader- like he needs the world to have their eyes on him or he will throw up and die. So that kinda killed my yearning boner off for him because reader's attention is not enough and he requires love from the masses too.

Like fr i appreciate the maternalness of Vil, but it just feels... surface level since I doubt he would be interested in personally wiping reader's ass when they're incapable or cleaning up your puke on himself with a straight face without making a big deal out of it.

and IMO i think he's a little too loud, a little too naggy and his nitpicky comes from a place of self service, not really in the reader's best interest. Like Yves would listen to you and observe 100%, whereas its the other way round for Vil, where you gotta drink the yappuchino he serves. Dont come for me Vil simps i think he is swell despite this </3 I just don't think he would be the parallel of Yves </333

but for MALLEUS tho,,, mans a quiet, antisocial loner from what I saw, only yearning for the attention of the reader (or "yuu"), he's super calm, a recluse, and has like 4 friends. I have read fics that painted him in a maternal light that tickled my heartussy, and I guess thas why i like him more. Because to me, I headcannon he would take care of you himself as if you're paralyzed from the head neck down without complaints or feeling icky when he gotta handle with human bodily fluids. He would mostly listen and observe, maybe infodump about gargoyles but I think he would be a closer match to Yves than Vil in vibes and looks.

Though might wanna consider Jamil Viper from Scarabia, he hates standing out and mans was always depicted as the caretaker to Kalim. And I would like always have the biggest crush on him because,,, hehe caretaker

But he does so begrudgingly and like has a deep hatred for Kalim, I was like damn what if he loves caretaking for me,,, that isn't gonna happen because Jamil comes from a background of injustice and he isn't going to like being subjected to the role forced upon him since birth,,, aha ... unless...

and he's hella smart, but he's moving in silence just like Yves, gritting his teeth but keep on trucking no matter how angery he is. He is calm and quiet, and he listens because he need that information to succeed in his goals, but my delulu ass would be like omg he is so attentive

but theres that spite in Jamil that do be present in Yves though, ironically I would say that Yves is closer in character to Malleus and Jamil than Vil, but i could be just biased and say that because of both appearances are similar to that of Yves rn (Malleus and Jamil has like long, straightish dark hair and them sharp eyes)

[serickswrites]

Heyy I'm ordering a maybe two or three parts fic about whumpee almost cheated on caretaker (but they didn't). After that, whumpee was blackmailed by whumper that they almost slept with with a video. However, caretaker decided to help whumpee no matter they broke up in theory ( of course they still love each other) the day whumpee bring the money to the whumpers and got kidnapped, tortured by them, caretaker with a police team tried to rescue whumpee but in the end whumpee got shot to protect their caretaker, whumpee thought they were dying so at their very last minutes in Caretaker's arm, they tried to apologize, tried to comfort a crying, panicking caretaker. When whumpee was taken to the hospital and suffered under life support for a long time, caretaker realized that whumpee didn't cheat on them, find out that before their agruments and everything that had happened whumpee bought them a ring and was going to propose, which breaks Caretaker's heart into millions pieces, all they could do are blaming themself for being reckless and cold to whumpee on their last days living together (in their old house while waiting for whumper's conditions), and caretaker never leave whumpee's side until they wake up from their coma and slowly recover.

Note: a part of this from a fan fiction of my favorite couple, I read it on Ao3 and got so obsessed. But I didn't like the ending so I beg you for this version. You just need to write start when whumpee was kidnapped, what I typed above is just the information for you to understand the plot. I don't know If you gonna write this or not because I think It's kinda long but I hope you will pay a little attention to it. My English is bad and I hope you can get it correctly😭😭

Hello! Ok, I can write this for you! I hope that it's what you are looking for. I'll update it under the title 'In Your Arms'

Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, restraints, bruises, beating

Whumpee couldn't believe they had fallen for Whumper's lie. Couldn't believe they had been so stupid. Of course Whumper didn't want the money. Of course Whumper had been planning on taking them from the start. Because Whumper had it out for Caretaker. And Whumpee. And they were going to hurt them by any means necessary.

Whumpee had thought they had been cautious when they went to give Whumper the money. Had thought they had been careful. Had thought they had been over the top, texting Caretaker their location and that the money was about to be exchanged.

They were wrong.

As they stood, arms held tightly over their head by the cuffs, they realized how reckless and dumb they had been. And now they were paying the price for their stupidity.

"So nice of you to join me, Whumpee," Whumper purred as they circled Whumpee. "I had wondered when you would finally give in to your urges."

"You lied to me," Whumpee hissed, trying to keep an eye on Whumper.

Whumper grabbed Whumpee's head by the hair and yanked. Hard. "I wouldn't talk to me that way if I were you."

Whumpee spat in Whumper's face. "It's what you deserve."

Whumper continued to fist Whumpee's hair as they punched Whumpee in the ribs. Hard. Whumpee could feel the bruising around their ribs, but Whumper didn't stop. "I wouldn't talk to me that way if I were you," they repeated as they punched Whumpee in the mouth. "I could make this so much better for you if you would treat me properly."

"Fuck you," Whumpee hissed as Whumper released their head. Their head ached. Their ribs ached. But they wouldn't give Whumper the satisfaction.

"You already said no to that," Whumper said as they began to punch and kick Whumpee once more. "Though I bet you're regretting that right about now."

[south-park-meta]

It's so infurating when u see ppl complaing about a sp fanfic,saying shit like this:

putting aside how ooc are those fanfic for every sp character and the fact that South Park is meant to be satire (with social commentary) and Stan is a fictional charater.

possible mind blowing statement ahead 🤯:

Parents loving & adoring their kids is not good enough to raise a child properly and to be qualified as a good father or parent, neither it excludes ppl from being abusive towards their kids.

(shocker,am i right? 🤯).

I know sp is satire but let's take the Marsh family serious, because as fictional as they are, family dynamics like that exist irl.

Randy influenced SO MUCH on Stan's life and why he became the way he is.

1. randy's alcholism and parentification:

parentification:  parents look to their children for emotional and/or practical support, rather than providing it.

earlier seasons when Randy and his drinking problems make him so unreliable as a person that his son became his caretaker,saving his father or acting as a mediator in Randy's problems... that isn't parentification or bad,right?

Oh,wait,nevermind.

2. Randy's behaviour:

Randy mocks/is harsh/ belittle or gets annoyed Stan when he disagrees with his actions, or gets in his way.

also not forgetting, if we take the Marsh's seriously, him brushing off despite being concerned like 5 seconds, that his son was going to cut his hand to prove his point wrong,also,understimating or thinking his son is naive or sm dumb shit.

not to mention,how Stan was going to perform with his band and his dad make it all about him by making his son,wear his dumb shirt to promote his weed,despite him not being comfortable?.

that if we don't count how Randy and denying Sharon the divorce bc that leads to money go to her, just bc she didn't like the farm (buddy,she's raising ur kids?? Tf) just to lead Stan to burn down the farm.

Stan shouldn't have gone bersek but how fucked as a parent and ur marriage problems have to be to drove ur child to a breaking point where the only solution he could think of to stop the fighting was setting the farm on fire? (Not to mention,that getting his old sister killed,then Sharon commits suicide and Randy blaming him for it).

Or when Sharon,Shelly and him bonded over Randy being in jail?.

Randy loves his kids,and he appreciates Sharon, but he can be selfish, and tends to have a lot of toxic traits that can come out as abusive, doesn't matter how much he loves Stan and Shelly, he is not a good father.

and it's so infuriating when ppl say "Stan doesn't have daddy issues" "Randy isn't abusive bc he loves his kids"

Because it's terrifying in a way,seeing how many ppl don't count mentally abusive parents as abusive parents or just bc they love their kids. Liane loves Cartman,does this mean she is a good mother? Hell no.

Stan and Randy can be fictional, and Sp can be satire, but you can see when someone dislikes a fictional character and mocks traits of mental illness or doesn't consider the X character to be a victim of abusive parents because of how the character acts or what they consider abuse.

It doesn't take the fact that many teenagers and young adults relate to or still relate to Stan—for his personality,some ideas,his childhood? his relationship dynamic with his parents.

Because abusive parents aren't always hitting you or neglecting you, they hurt you with backhanded compliments, understand you, hurt you emotionally with their harsh words, and make you their caretaker at a young age. Many kids feel like "Oh, I had to obey him because it's my parent", without realizing their parent was abusive, especially when you hold rage towards your father for being shitty, but then they act funny, sharing a good time and even telling you funny anecdotes back when they were in their college years, and you even question yourself if he isn't really abusive.

I know this, and I relate to Stan's relationship with his father,his childhood, as well as his depression and personality. Perhaps my dad doesn't have drinking problems but he is shitty as Randy is.

Ironic because the character I related to the most is from a satirical show.

I'm sorry I just need to let it out,because wtf

Tbh I'm not a big fan of the language of the folks who call it 'daddy issues' because I feel it's pretty condescending and dismissive, and intentionally so.

There's a difficult balance when it comes to fiction that the audience finds relatable, in particular with shows like South Park that are over-the-top and satirical. There are components of South Park that are very emotionally authentic and relatable, and there are components that are, effectively, shitposting. It's always going to be hard to have a legitimate dialogue about topics like abuse for a few reasons. The first is that people generally have a difficult time parsing toxic behaviors in relationships that are often shown as supportive-- Randy does spend more time with the kids/with Stan than the other parents, and he and Stan are more likely to be seen doing something nice for one another.

I think Bloody Mary is a good example, because they do seem to really want to spend time having fun together....but if you apply it to a real-world scenario, a substance abusing dad making his kid be his DD is, obviously, unhealthy. I think Stan and Randy are a great example of a toxic parent-child relationship BECAUSE there is still often love and support there. While I find it's deteriorated a lot in recent seasons, I'm much fonder of the relationship between them when there was clear affection and caring-- and was still not healthy. But the clear love between them is something that's going to make a lot of people gloss over the toxic aspects.

This is compounded by the fact that it's fiction, in particular because it's a cartoon. There are CLEAR elements of abuse all throughout the show, including clear elements of sexual abuse of the kids, that are regularly dismissed both in fandom and within the show itself. The tone the show sets often, but not always, determines the reading of the show by the fans: when abuse is treated seriously, it's more likely to be read as 'real' by the fans and viewed sympathetically, while when it's met with something like an eye roll, a nose pinch, what have you, by the characters in the show, it's not going to get the same level of analysis. If a character dismisses it, the fans largely equally dismiss it (even if presumably they wouldn't dismiss it in real life). In combining the last two points: I do think this is why people are more annoyed with Randy and Stan in particular. It has been criticized as being abusive more often recently, and it's because their relationship has actively deteriorated and Stan has been wanting to have less and less to do with Randy. So there's a bigger divide between the people who see the love in the earlier seasons and the people who see it as abusive.

And in Stan's case in particular, he is by and large the audience's proxy. He's the one that is most often the Point Of View character. Which is good and bad for reading him seriously, because he totally gets the most character building (yay for me as someone who loves him lmao), but it also leads to normalization of his experiences. Which is, presumably, intentional. After all, the audience isn't actually supposed to be regularly horrified by his life; it's a comedy above all else. And in some aspects it's good to show difficult home lives as normal. But the flip side is this normalization of events does often lead to the dismissal of them when being reviewed for meta purposes.

Finally on that note is that some fans are always going to be annoyed by serious analysis of a show like SP lol. Which, I do think the meta of it should be fun and with a pinch of salt. I've blocked a few people, and it's largely because I was getting 'actually' annoyed on my blog instead of having like, a fun debate or something. Whether you like taking SP as a pure joke and not reading into it, or you like reading into the interactions a lot, my advice is to disengage or actively block if you realize there's something that makes you not enjoy it.

All that said, yeah I do think people are dismissive of traumas when characters are being analyzed. I can't say if it happens more with Stan than not-- it probably happens more often with him relative to a lot of other characters being as he's a central character. But I do think there's a lot of annoyance at serious interpretations which in turn leads to being callous towards how people relate to those serious interpretations.

[neon-lights-stardust-nights]

Do you normally get nightmares like that for either strange or johnny silverhand?

I feel like Strange has gotten so much spotlight for nightmares! He needs to share the throne of "dude who I assign as nightmare caretaker" with Johnny, at least for a minute. So, while I'm between working on some of the comm I have already, some Johnny!

[meme]

He already had plenty of nightmares of his own. Johnny didn’t need to wonder over those. The shocking part of the whole ordeal he was witnessing was that he could tell those memories and dreams were distinctly ones that didn’t belong to him. Regardless, Sanya thrashed around in bed. Faers face was screwed up in a loose agony only sleep could produce. If he were slightly meaner, he’d have considered pouring out a full glass of water over faers face.

Only slightly.

Perhaps one of the saving graces was the fact Johnny couldn’t actually fill one himself. Instead, he came to stand near the bed. His eyes ran across the stilling shape under the blankets, limbs tangled up in it all. Johnny leaned over some, one hand against the bed as he came closer to faer. Finally, he just reached out and shook faer. The electric sensation of false touch woke faer before the motion.

“Hey,” he called. “Do you normally get nightmares like that?”

Forward as ever… Sanya blinked up at him, “what?”

“You heard me,” because fae did. “Do you normally get fucked up nightmares like that?”

“I mean… Sort of?”

Johnny sat on the bed, legs over the end, but still craned around from the waist to look at faer. “That’s fucked,” was his eloquent response.

“Yeah,” fae agreed. “By most definitions, that’s fucked.”

“Well?”

Sanya looked bewildered. “Well, what?”

Johnny waved a hand in one swift motion, turned away now. Back to faer—“the hell do you mean, well what? I mean, get talking.”

“Being a dick about it isn’t exactly going to make me want to tell you about my nightmares.”

“I don’t need to ask, technically.” Johnny cast a look over his shoulder, before reaching up to take his shades off. “It’s just my way of being polite. Besides,” and he put them back on. “They say talking about it makes it better, or something like that.”

Sanya hesitated, and silence reigned. Fae crawled out from under the blanket, sitting up. Wearing a weary look, fae rubbed at faers eyes. “I mean, they aren’t real events. Not in their entirety.”

“The fears are real,” Johnny contested.

Sanya’s loose fist hit faers lap, landing in blankets that were body-warm. “Yeah. The fears sure as fuck are.”

Though it felt sarcastic, he had the virtue of being in faers head. It wasn’t meant that way. Johnny waited rather patiently, considering his normal attitude. Things ran into a minute or two though, and he decided he was done waiting.

“You’ve seen my nightmares,” he opened up on. “A lot of those are real events. Real as this room. Real as those blankets you bury yourself up to your scalp in. Real as that bed you're nestled in.”

“Cut the crap,” Sanya groaned. “Why are you so interested?”

Johnny’s turn. There was no response. It didn’t pile seconds into minutes this time. Sanya sighed, laying back down. Face up, staring at the ceiling, fae decided to explain. “Nightmares about my ma are common. She was a bitch, through and through.”

“You can say that again,” Johnny chimed.

Sanya laughed, weak and half-hearted. “Real cunt, that one. Things didn’t go quite as wrong as the dreams, but there’s truth in their fiction.”

“What, did she beat you?”

“Honestly, I sometimes wish she did.” Sanya looked over at him, and he was still sitting with his back to faer. “If she did, other people would’ve cared. Someone who yanks you around emotionally, but doesn’t lay a hand on you? Everyone goes saying shit about how easy you have it. Especially the people who did get hit.”

“Rough shit,” was all Johnny could really offer.

Sanya hummed. “Rough shit,” fae agreed.

“And you dream about her, still?”

“Even though she’s in the nuthouse,” fae responded, as though finishing the sentence for him. “I dream about her, as though I were still some little kid who had to deal with her.”

Johnny looked at faer again, turning part way. His right leg came to rest partially on the bed itself now, curled some. His hand was right near faer, who was in the process of turning too. Sanya got comfortable on faers side, pulling the blanket up and over faerself. Johnny could hear it all. There was some broken child buried in there—one who wanted to cry and scream. One who wanted to cling to Johnny like he could protect faer, and let it all out into his chest.

It was a shame he wasn’t physical—not in a way that mattered. Only in phantom ideas that could sometimes influence faers physicality. Johnny didn’t say anything that let onto it exactly, but he did reach out and pat faer on the shoulder. “Get some actual rest,” he said.

“You too.” Sanya cringed. Johnny did faer the service of vanishing.

Only then did Sanya start to cry.

[baronvonriktenstein]

in movies and tv shows

If there's like a family curse or some other bloodline thing

It's very annoying to me how regularly parents / grandparents / whatever don't fucking... even mention the possibility to the kids? Like HeLLO? Even if you thought "it might skip this generation/not effect them"

why wouldn't you want them to be prepared in case it happened

i remember being annoyed watching episode 1 of uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Grimm for a similar reason

[bunny-atsunset]

Hello! I saw your requests r opened, could you please write a fluffy comforting nsfw fiction/scenario/hcs for Leona x afab!reader(or bunny reader) who is afraid of being used for sex due to previous partners trying to get them to sleep with them? Also I would appreciate comfort for body dysmorphia and insecurity of inexperience in such things, Thank you for your wonderful fics!!

[Leona x GNafab!Reader Hurt/Comfort Scenario] 1/??

Content warning: Mostly FLUFF, mild suggestive situation, cursing, implication of past abuse, 1k words

A/N: I tried my best to get a mix of what you asked and it all came out rather fluffy, hope you enjoy dear anon! Let me know if you are interested in a part 2! >:3c

Leona is a very perceptive mate so he notices whenever you shrink away from his touch. At first, he wonders if he has done something wrong to offend his bunny? Was he going too fast? Was he not touching you or kissing you right?

The lion tried not to take it personally, but there was a small tug in his heart every time it happened. He knew you were sensitive and he’d never wanna startle or displease you. But…it was something that nagged at his mind nonetheless.

He checks his ego and after confiding in Ruggie, realizes that this behavior of yours actually has nothing to do with him. He always respects your boundaries when you pull away…though he wishes you would just be honest with him about what is on your mind.

One day, when you had been hurt in gym class and he had gotten wind, your lion came to visit you immediately. He whipped the infirmary curtains closed so you two could have some privacy. Screw his next class. 

You sat on the infirmary table in a short white gown and once he was in arms reach, you both fell into each other. Your arms latched around Leona’s shoulders while he snuggled into the nape of your neck, inhaling your special scent, as if he was apologizing for not being there sooner. 

“Ya okay?” Was all he asked, so only you could hear. “I know you're tough, bun…but according to Ruggie it was a nasty fall.” He glanced down at your black and blue ankle and the pink scratches that littered your body.

This accident had been the cherry on top of a shitty week, but with his body pressed against yours, he warmed your sore and tired muscles. You were grateful for him but you lamented over how embarrassing this whole thing was, balling up the fabric of his yellow uniform vest as you pouted. “Yeah…ego’s a little bruised but…I’m fine.” You mused, trying to keep a light tone. “I’ll live.”

His breath came over your cheek and he chuckled, laying his lips on the sensitive skin of your neck just below your ear. “Awe, there’s my bun.” He cooed into you, using the soft tone he saved especially for your ears only.  “Mmm, still. I shoulda been there... But, I know you don't want me sniffin' around you all the time.” 

You squished your cheek against his chest, his thick hair falling over your shoulder as you only tightened your hold on him.  “Stay with me.” You commanded him as your chest squeezed. Leona was different from your past partners. He always made you feel so…safe and taken care of.

His gruff and cantankerous attitude hadn't scared you off, because you saw his smooth edges in the small moments. Like when he would subtly take care of the underclassmen in his Spelldrive team or stay up to help Ruggie with his homework. You knew the real Leona after all, he was a caretaker, whether he admitted it or not. And now, he looked out for you too. Yet…you couldn’t find the words to bring it up.

 “Course," He laid a small lick on your neck in comfort. He did this sometimes when you were alone, calling it grooming. "I’m not leavin' your side ‘till you tell me to fuck off, alright?” His husky voice broke your thoughts, soft brown ears lowering to you. “...You know I do anything for ya.” 

His words melted you and your body ached for him and more of his touch. You wiggled your legs together, feeling your core tingle. His musky cologne, his deep voice, vibrating through your body made you bite a lip in frustration. You wanted to go further, but something always nagged at you.

“I know, I know…” You couldn't help but shoot him a cheeky grin, everyone knew he had a gaping soft spot for you. Sometimes, he didn’t even try to hide it anymore. And when you were alone, he was completely under your spell, yours. Still…

“Hm.” He makes a small, thoughtful noise in his throat. “S’wrong? There something else?” He urged. “Tell me, Bunny.” The little nickname he had given you sent a shiver down your spine. There was a bit of a scolding tone to his voice, but you knew that was just the norm for him and he didn't mean anything by it. 

“I was just thinkin'…” You sighed, squeezing his legs between your knees. He may have a reputation at Night Raven College for being unapproachable, but he had been nothing but gentle with you in your most vulnerable moments. “Do you ever think about us being, you know…intimate?” You blurted out awkwardly, the words not even sounding like your own. “…I-I just don't want you to be disappointed.”  You added, a bit winded from your sudden confession.

“I see...” He said, keeping his tone even. “So, that's what’s been on your mind lately, Bunny?” He huffed and tilted his head at you, leaning back to observe your body language. “And why would I be disappointed?”

 “I don’t know!” You shrugged, your face flushing in hot embarrassment. “I guess I don't have much experience…” You admitted, beginning to rub your arm in a self-soothing gesture. “And others…before, they seemed to only like me for one reason and-” Your chest tugged at the painful memory and your eyes drifted down to between your legs. “That… and when we do, you know... I just don't want you to be let down by what you find…”

“First off, you know I'd never hurt ya.” He started seriously. “You’re my mate and back home we're taught to take care of our mates, always.” He scoffed, but not in a mean way. “And…you know I don't care ‘bout all that other stuff, bun. We got time.” One side of his mouth curled up. “Besides, it doesn't matter what you look like under that little gown of yours, or what you’ve got between your legs, you'll still be my bunny.” He winked, a gleam in his emerald eyes as he tapped your jaw with one of his fingers. 

“You’re mine and…I’m yours. Simple as that.” Leona moved closer, laying his hands on the infirmary table, beside each of your legs. “Alright? And if any of those…'others' go to this school, you point ‘em out and I’ll have my boys take care of them.”

You burst out laughing at his dramatics, knowing deep down that he probably was being a little serious. “Shut uuuup!” You pushed him playfully on the chest, a few tears of relief slipping from your eyes. You should have known better, he didn’t wanna just use you for his own pleasure like the others. Your Lion just...wasn’t like that. “Alright.” You answered him, not able to fight your own smile.

“Good.” Leona looked you over fondly, his eyes squinting some as he smiled wide, bearing his fangs. “...You're always bein’ so brave, bun. I just think you deserve to relax a little...” His voice dropped low again and you shivered, chewing your lip. “What do you say?” He fingered the edge of your medical gown by your knee. “Let your lion take care of ya?”

Your cheeks and chest flushed, your stomach fluttering under his intense gaze. You were still a bit nervous, but knew you were certain about what you wanted now. And you knew Leona could tell…how much you wanted this too. “Okay.” Your heart skipped a beat, ready to take this next step with your partner.

“You don’t have to do anything.” He assured you through a murmur as he spread your soft legs slowly with a firm grip. You gasped when the man dropped to his knees before you. Right here? “All for you. I just...wanna make my bunny feel better.” Leona moved his hair out of the way and began kissing your bandaged knees. He closed his eyes, tracing the tip of his nose on the inside of your sensitive thighs as you began to relax your body for him.

“Just do me one favor… Gonna have to be real quiet for this next part, bunny.”

[rainysflowers]

CWs/TWs: DISCUSSION OF FICTIONAL DEATH, Discussion of deathfics, Discussion of everything mentioned below

I like whump because I have an inferiority complex, a compulsion towards extremely unhealthy coping methods, and a weird interest in traditionally BDSM associated concepts. Oh and I really like the concept of dying.

The last two probably came about because of the first, though, to be fair. I've had an inferiority complex for as long as I can remember, not sure why. Something in my brain was wired that way, I suppose. I like to think that it has to do with the fact that as a child I was told I had a bit of a "bleeding heart". I've never asked for much, and I never really got extremely upset about things. And it's not like I was in an environment where that was necessary to survive, I had a perfectly normal home life. It's just how I was. And a lot of that comes from the fact that at a fundamental level I know that I am less than everyone else around me. At this point in my life, I've known that for so long that its part of who I am.

So it's it any surprise that I would start to want to be punished for slights that only I could see? I wanted people to hurt me, and I have no idea why. I think that is why I have a strong fancy of D/s and collars and submission while I'm a sex-repulsed asexual. Its not the sex aspect of it I like, it's the punishment. The inherent intimacy of it all.

I like whump because it fulfills both that desire, and the want of comfort. I'm not huge on recovery, but I like when caretaking happens INSIDE of the whump. Like when both Whumpee and Caretaker are in Whumper's dungeon, or the ilk. I like that characters can show each other understanding no matter what. It's what I want, deep in my mind, alongside the unhealthy desire for punishment.

And that's why I love major character death. I'm an anomaly in that regard, as most people cannot stand it. And there's nothing wrong with that, death is harrowing and sad and gut-wrenching. But I like that I like the emotional intimacy of dying in someone's arms as they struggle to cope. I like the inside scraping, nausea inducing emotions that come from watching the one you love die. I like knowing that you'll finally get the closure of death to free you from this cruel world you've been put in. I love deathfics. I have since at most second grade. And I don't even have a good reason to.

At most I assume it's the same idea of comfort as whump in general. It's my best guess. But the point still stands. I've never had anything in the past that happened to me externally to make me like whump. It's all my fucked up brain.

There's a couple things I didn't mention that sway me, but all are current developments, so I don't find them relevant here. Sorry for rambling, I don't know how to shut up :3

so that last reblog actually sparked a question thats been in my head for a while

so a lot of us use whump to help us sleep, or to cope with Other Things. i have my own theories, but im curious as to what other people think.

why do YOU, specifically, use whump for things like this? why do you think this is? how long have you been doing it? is there a specific event or scenario that you think caused you to be drawn to whump? get as personal or vague as you desire, this is a judgement free zone! i'll start to get the ball rolling.

for myself, i was raised in a household where pain, discomfort, and illness were all taken on the chin. complaining and whining were severaly frowned upon and mocked. if you tripped and hurt yourself, no one would be sympathetic. get up and move on. this was especially true for emotional pain- if something bothered you, get over it. whump for me felt like a scenario where the pain was "bad enough" that it could finally be acknowledged and i could be given the comfort and sympathy i craved.

so what about you?

[helenazbmrskai]

Cure For Sleep Deprivation (M)

Pairing – Demon! Yoongi x Farmer! Reader

Genre – Horror, Angst, Fluff, Farm AU, Amnesia AU, Demon AU, Fantasy

Sin – Sloth

Summary – [You’re just an ordinary girl inheriting your parent’s animal farm far away from the city. Everything is normal until you catch a sleeping boy inside the tool shed who can’t remember why or how he got there. On top of that after his sudden arrival, you keep having these nightmares and what’s stranger than that is that Yoongi is in every one of them.]

Warnings – amnesia, nightmares, mention of oc dying in her dream, small character death (oc's grandparents), blood, some creepy vibes, mention of a dead rabbit in one small scene, slight horror elements but nothing major spookiness, smut, unprotected sex (always be safe this is only fiction!) magic demon saliva, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, oc tells him to stop but everything is consensual, bathroom sex, couch sex, big dick! demon yoongi, kissing, marks/hickeys, dirty talk, cockwarming, handjob, vaginal fingering, oral (f), lots of cum, creampie, yoongi fucks you into sleep

Word Count – (6,1k)

Author note. Part of the Seven Deadly Sins Collab hosted by @yutasgalaxy @thebiasrekkers Admin T & @sugasbabiie​. Don't forget to check out the masterlist for more spooky fics! Happy halloween!

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You’re standing at the edge. Under you, there are thousands of sharp rocks paving the way down to your demise but don’t be mistaken. The trail is dangerous, one wrong step and you could fall to your death but strangely enough, you’re not afraid. You’re secure in warm arms that snake around your torso like twines. The feel of his breath rhythmically tickling your earlobe keeps you calm.

You’re confused but not scared.

You’re pushed against a firm chest and your breath hitches when he kisses your jaw. He’s whispering something into your ear but you’re unable to tell what he says. The wind blows away the sound.

As soon as his arm loosens around you you attempt to turn around but he’s not there and you’re falling. Your eyes only focus on the blue sky. Your body feels like it stands still when in reality you’re shrinking. You’re falling but you don’t feel a single thing. The only indicator that you’re moving is the wildly blowing wind under your body keeping you afloat.

You’re drowning and your lungs fill up with water. Your hands reach for the surface but the pull is too strong it gets harder to breathe until your eyes come out of focus and the bubbles stop coming. You see him standing by the shore right before your sight goes dark. He let you fall.

Your body jolts awake reflexively, your eyes are open but only see dark. You woke up as soon as you died in your dream.

Unstable hands find your phone laying on the nightstand, it’s 5:21 too early for the sun to rise.

You start taking deep breaths the bad dream you were having lingers at the back of your mind but you will your muscles to relax. It wasn’t real. You’re fine, you’re safe. Your head hits the pillows again as you groan into the darkness of the room. Feels like your last nightmare was ages ago. So why start again now?

It’s probably the new place, you tell yourself. Of course, after your grandparent's sudden death you’ll have some difficulty sleeping. You couldn’t mourn their loss yet, things have been hectic around the land. You were used to the city girl life and suddenly you had to keep this farm going without any help but your own.

It’s only been a couple of weeks that you legally became the caretaker of their farm. Life has been busy and without their guidance, you had to learn how to take care of everything. You still make mistakes but you like to think that you’ve become a little better at keeping this farm in order.

Hoping that a warm bath will soothe your nerves and lift your mood for the rest of the day you pick out your clothes from the old wood wardrobe and head to the bathroom. The dream felt so real, the freezing cold water, the cliff where someone was holding you in his arms. Every sensation felt like it happened to you in real life.

Who that man might be you have no idea. Why did you think it was a man? You don’t know that either. You couldn’t hear his voice and he disappeared when you turned around but something tells you that it was a man.

You start with collecting the eggs from the chicken barn. It’s the same routine every day. You feed the chickens first collect what you can and have breakfast before you move on to the horses.

You try to keep everything organised. The farm is big and there are no neighbours as far as you can tell. The closest town takes up two hours of car ride so your grandparents made sure that everything you need is within reach of the grounds of the farm. Meat, vegetable eggs almost everything that you need you can grow yourself.

Your grandparents were old people so they only went to town once every month to get everything else that’s impossible to make it here by themselves. It’s convenient to find the necessities within reach but you feel isolated ever since you came here. Taking care of this farm was not a burden that you wanted on your back but there was no one else who could have done this.

You’re working on things bits by bits. The ground of the farm is so big that you need your car to see the borders of it. You can’t even imagine how your grandparents managed to live here for so long, it’s only been a couple of weeks but you feel like you’re going crazy here by yourself. Maybe you could invest in a cat or something. Might help you feel less lonely alone in this big plot of land.

You’re feeding the pigs next after you’re done with the horses and you walk by the tool shed on your way to the supply room so you can grab an extra pair of gloves. You only stop in your tracks because it’s open but you never leave anything open. You might be alone here but you were always a firm believer that it’s better to be cautious than be sorry later.

Your sole weapon is a pair of sharp scissors that you cut the food bag with. The shed is dark inside even when you open both sides of the door to get a better view of the inside. The tools are scattered around the dirty room. You couldn’t find the time to clean this place up as you concentrated on the main house, for now, there’s still too many rooms and places that you need to clean. Doing everything alone is hard and takes more time but you don’t have anyone to ask and hiring staff makes you anxious since you’re living here alone in the middle of nowhere.

”Anybody there?” You cringe hearing your own voice. Great, that’s what the protagonist says in a fucking horror movie. You can only hope that your fate is nothing like that. You had no idea that having a thing for horror movies will bite you back in the ass. You even see an old rusty saw hanging on the walls. The table is full of different hammers and screwdrivers. The whole place makes you be on edge.

There’s a stack of dry straw in the corner in big piles. The sunlight can only reach one part of it but you can make out a silhouette. You pick up a small rock from the ground and aim at the stranger’s back you need to make sure he’s not dead or poses a threat to your own life so you observe him from afar tightly clutching your scissors. You call him loudly picking up more rocks to wake him up.

You gasp when he suddenly moves. You watch him sit up on top of the pile, his clothes and hair full of straw fibres as he rubs his eyes sleepily. It seems like he didn’t realise where he is or he’s not alone so you keep quiet and observe him as best as you can under the dim lights of the shed.

He’s young, around your age if you had to guess. You don’t know how to feel about that. It makes him more potent to overpower you if he decides he’s on serial killer duty. You don’t know him he could be running from the authorities. An old farm is a good place to hide after all and you’re on your own. Your only weapon is a fucking pair of scissors that’s not even sharp enough to defend yourself with!

”Where am I?” You’re startled out of your thoughts when he speaks. His eyes finally land on you standing a few feet away from him.

You should have called the police while he was sleeping and shut yourself inside your home. Why is it that it’s only now that you think of that?! He’s looking at you waiting for an answer and you decide to reap what you sow.

”You’re inside my property! How did you get here and why are you sleeping in my shed?” You point in his direction with your weapon, trying to seem more intimidating. The boy seems to be as lost as you are. He blinks at you before he eventually raises his hands to calm you down.

”I don’t know how I got here. The first memory I have is waking up here and talking to you. I don’t remember anything else from before that.”

Your brain tells you to not believe him. Rationally thinking he could still be a murderer. But. The big but is that if he’s here to kill you your run-down house will not stop him from achieving that. The locks are old and if he uses some force you’re sure he could eventually break in and even if you call the police right now they will arrive two hours too late to save you.

”Nothing? Not even your name?” You ask. Once you begin lowering your scissors he loosens up his rigid stance and you watch his shoulder hunch over. He looks really confused and lost. The man shakes his head and stares up ahead as if he’s trying hard to retain anything from before this moment.

”Are you hungry?”

You ask him in a timid voice that tells him you dropped your act to appear more threatening.

He needs help, if it happens that he’s really a serial killer then you’re fucked but until then you could do something good in this world. The boy nods - the tiny gesture is almost unnoticeable. It seems like he’s not the talkative type. You can’t really blame him it must be frustrating to not remember anything.

He follows you to the main house but fortunately, he keeps a friendly distance from you as you walk ahead of him, the silence that settles between you however is awkward and kind of creepy. His eyelids are fluttering shut every so minute that you think he’s still fighting to be awake. You have no idea how long he has been sleeping there before you found him.

You make him some easy breakfast while he wanders around the living room. You were reluctant to let him roam free in your house at first but later you decided that there’s not much he can steal anyway.

The announcement of your grandparent’s will was sudden a lot of your family members weren’t aware they had one, to begin with, so there’s still a lot of your stuff that’s in your apartment in the city waiting to be shipped as you only packed the essentials. As to why you left as soon as you claimed ownership of the farm is simple enough. The apartment you lived in is a shithole everything in it is old and the equally as old landlord doesn’t like to renovate or spend a single penny on the building that’s slowly crumbling down to the ground.

You’re sad that things come to this but you’re not in the position to deny the money that your grandparents saved and the only way you could access the money is if you take care of the farm and keep it running. You had to quit your job and leave everything behind just to pay back your loan sharks. At least you’re free of them. Now you have other problems to tackle.

One is the man that you found sleeping inside your tool shed.

You offered him to take a shower after he ate since his clothes and skin is covered in filth as if he crawled out of a mud pit.

You found some of your grandpa’s old clothes that you keep in a box that will do for now. You want to give the clothes to charity but you’re not going into town for a while. Gass is expensive and you’re still fixing up the farm, replacing old equipment and installing new features.

Searching through his dirty clothes doesn’t help you figure out who he is. There’s not even a receipt in his pockets he literally has nothing on him. You’re way past the point where you could just kick him out.

He’s not your responsibility you don’t even know his name nor where he’s from. On top of all that he has this weird aura around him. You can’t explain it but something about him makes your skin crawl.

He sleeps away most of the day. When you’re back after you’re done with tending to the animals you find him in the same position on the couch with his eyes closed. You eat breakfast and lunch together every day but there’s not much that he can tell you about himself.

You offered to take him to the nearby police station but he refused, he said that he has a bad feeling about going there and you didn’t try to force him. You’re lowkey still scared of him even though he didn’t do anything that would make you fear him. He looks harmless, he’s always sleepy and only wakes up to eat with you. You’re a little jealous that he’s so thin when all he does is lounge on your couch occasionally watch tv and maintain his small built. Whilst all you have to do is think about fries and you’re one pound heavier.

You’re also jealous that he can sleep so peacefully. Ever since he appeared your nightmares become worse. Every morning you wake in up cold sweat and your head is all over the place. You can’t retain much of it but there’s something constant appearing in every dream you have. It’s him. He’s always in your nightmares and at first, you thought that your mind is projecting him in your dreams because you don’t know him and his appearance was strange, to say the least.

You always try to make sense of things and he’s the biggest enigma that you had the displeasure of meeting. There are times when you catch him at the dining table sitting and looking into the distance with unfocused eyes, staring at nothing in particular but his facial expression is dark. Almost scarily empty.

The next day you decided to switch things up maybe if you spend more time with him your mind won’t create nightmares about him and a little change of scenery might trigger his memories to come back as well so you decided to take him into town with you on your supply run.

He didn’t look happy about it when you mentioned your idea but he got into the car with you when it was time to leave. Truthfully you didn’t think he’ll come. The radio served as a great distraction throughout the long ride, you keep calling him ’boy’ in your head. Even when you call him you say ’you’ or ’hey’ since he’s yet to remember his name, it marks the end of the second week that you found him and he’s tightlipped as ever. You got used to him by now though.

It felt almost domestic. He pushed the cart while you checked your list. The cashier even mistook you as a young couple when you checked out at the front. You observed that he likes to eat the cinnamon choco cereal in the mornings so you even added that to your list.

It’s unsettling how normal it feels like to have him around. Your eyes always search for him the moment you step into the house and he never disappoints to be there where you left him in the morning. You stopped asking him if he remembers anything because that would mean that he can continue his life where he left off. You know that someday he’ll leave you, his stay with you is temporary.

You should be anticipating that day but strangely you find yourself not wanting him to leave and forget about you.

”Ow. What is it?” You rub your nose where you walked right into his back. You only have one bag in your hands while your companion carries two more. He stopped walking but you could tell that he’s looking at something intently.

You have to stand on your tiptoes to look over his shoulders and see what made him freeze in the middle of the street so suddenly without uttering a word. It’s a shady looking bar that’s closed during the day.

”Do you-” You start but stop, your voice is faint but he clearly hears you. He turns slightly around he surprises you by grabbing your hand. His hand is ice cold and there’s something unreadable in his eyes.

”Have you been here?” You ask this time while motioning in the bar’s direction. Maybe he’s local. It’s a possibility considering that he ended up on your farm. He should be living around here somewhere. It’s still hard to believe that he walked two hours barefoot though to end up sleeping in your shed.

”Let’s go back it’s almost time for feeding the animals.” The previous expression vanishes as soon as it appeared. You let him pull you in the direction of your car even though you have thousands of questions about what happened earlier you don’t say anything and just nod agreeing.

In your nightmares, the boy who lives with you plays some kind of role in your death. Either he lets you go at the edge of the cliff or pushes you in front of a moving car. It’s a different scenario every time.

It feels real every time too. Sometimes you have a hard time separating this boy from the boy in your dreams. There’s a negative emotion that surfaces when you look at him but what’s stranger than that is when you’re inside your dream you’re never afraid of him. You oddly feel safe. He holds you or kisses your cheek and your heart goes crazy. Your emotions regarding him are ambivalent to the point where it starts to drive you crazy. You don’t remember when was the last time you were able to catch a goodnight's sleep. Due to the lack of sleep, your headache is a constant reminder that you desperately need some rest and you eat less and less in the morning.

This time you woke up before midnight and you decided to go down and get a glass of water to soothe your sore throat.

You check up on him on your way to the kitchen by sheer coincidence but he’s not there. You look around the house everywhere calling out to him in a whisper but he’s nowhere to be found. Until you look outside. You catch his shadow moving on the porch. It’s weird.

You can’t imagine what he could be doing in the middle of the night outside in the dark. You’re nervous to follow him out but your curious nature outweighs the possible danger that you might put yourself in if you get caught.

He’s talking to something. You find him crouched looking at something in the grass. You step closer, you manage to make your steps light so you don’t alert him before you could see what’s going on.

You choke on a gasp as you try to silence yourself with your hands firmly placed in front of your mouth.

It’s a dead rabbit. Near the body, there’s a sharp rock the edge of it is smeared with fresh blood. His fingers are soaked in the ruby red substance and then you see it. He’s been writing something with his fingertips on the ground. You don’t recognise the language it all looks gibberish to you.

He looks up from the dead body straight at you. His whole eye is black even the white part is swallowed by blackness. It’s a terrifying sight. You step back when he straightens up, he backs you into a corner until your back collides with the wall of the nearby shed. There’s nowhere else you can go now. He caught you.

You don’t dare to look him in the eyes when he’s just a hairbreadth away from you, you could feel his breath on your cheek. You close your eyes tightly when he raises his hands you don’t know what to expect. Will he pull your hair? Slap you or choke you? He does none of that.

You can’t believe how gentle his touch is. He cups your cheeks with blood-stained fingers transferring the warm liquid on your skin that makes bile rise up into your throat but you hold it in.

”You’re scared of me. This is why I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You keep looking at the ground and he doesn’t force you to face him thankfully. You’re still trying to process everything that you witnessed. Whatever that was.

”W- Who are you?” What are you might be even better but you settle for the first. You flinch when he closes the gap between your faces and touch your foreheads together. He smells like your body wash. It makes you confused. What you should think now? He smells like your shampoo and he wears the clothes of your grandpa and you’ve been living with him for months.

He never touched even a thread of your hair and he could have plenty of opportunities to do so.

”I’m Yoongi.”

Your head jerks away in favour to look at him. You watch him with big eyes the fear you felt is overdriven by surprise. You wanted to put a name to his face so bad for the last couple of weeks. It feels surreal to learn it. The name Yoongi suits him.

He’s confused why you look so angry all of the sudden after the surprise wears off. Your reactions are late, you’re too tired to think rationally.

”You lied to me! You said you don’t remember your name.” You push him away solely running on adrenaline due to sleep deprivation. You’re angry but you’re not ready to admit to yourself why. You shouldn’t care if he lied or not. He had a fucking black eye with no white parts or even a pupil! It’s clear that he’s anything but human. It doesn’t make any sense in your head.

”I didn’t.” Yoongi catches your wrist that’s firmly placed on his chest to push him farther away but he doesn’t budge.

”When I woke up in the shed I really didn’t know where I was or who I am. It came back later.”

”How long did you know?”

Yoongi looks away before he answers. ”After the first week.”

He holds your wrists firmly not leaving you room to wriggle yourself out of his hold no matter how hard you struggle. You stop trying as you look to the side glaring at nothing in particular.

”What are you then? Why did you kill the rabbit?”

Yoongi sighs in defeat when you keep looking everywhere but not at him. He promises to answer all your questions inside. He could tell how you started shivering when the wind started to pick up. It’s way past midnight now. You don’t say anything but nod.

Suddenly you have nothing left to say and Yoongi tries to tell you what happened to him. It would be a lie if you said you’re not curious.

”Start with the rabbit.” You give him a starting point to begin his story, the poor animal’s picture, dead in your backyard is still livid in your mind even when you guide Yoongi into the downstairs bathroom.

”I had to kill him. I needed his blood and I couldn’t harm one of your animals. You like them too much and I didn’t want to see you sad over them. I’m calling my brothers, they’re searching for me.”

You push his hands under the sink and let the blood be washed away by the running tap water. You scrub his hands clean until it’s only soapy water that’s left. The red is drained by the sinkhole as if it wasn’t there. It somewhat soothes your jittering.

”Your brothers?” You parrot him and he dares to chuckle, your glare stops him once he looks at you though.

”Uh, yeah. I have six other brothers. Have you heard of the seven deadly sins Y/N?”

The furrow of your brows lets him know that you don’t see the point why he brings this concept up now. ”Of course I know. It’s taught in school.”

”What you’re taught in school is different from reality but the main concept is similar. Seven demons come to earth on October 31 and make as many people as they can indulge in their sin. Usually, after midnight they retreat back to hell and wait for the next year to come again and do the same as before.”

”Why does the number of people matter?”

You dry his hands with the towel next to the sink and let his hand go the moment you’re done. Yoongi looks after your hand longingly but ignores the urge to grab your hand again and answers your question instead.

”We get rewards in hell according to the number of people we corrupt. It helps to establish our place so weakling demons behave and follow our orders. If you show mercy you’re tossed into the firepit.”

”We?”

”Yes. Y/N, I’m a demon and I’m responsible for one of the seven deadly sins with my six brothers.”

You could figure out his sin without him needing to tell you. All he would do these past months since you found him is sleep and eat. Now it all makes kind of sense. Crazy. But after seeing his black eyes turn back their original colour you can’t really deny his true nature.

”Are you responsible for my nightmares too?” Yoongi looks away sheepishly, it’s a new expression that you haven’t seen on him yet.

”Yes, I’m sorry about that. It’s a side effect that humans develop when a demon is close by. Our demon powers mess with the natural wavelength your brains emit and you’re most vulnerable to its effects when you’re asleep.”

”Can you make the nightmares stop? I really want to rest and not wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat while you wait for your brothers to find you. It could take weeks and you’ve been here for a while. Don’t take it to heart.”

Your brain is fried after all this talk about demons and hell. Right now you just take everything as it is. You’re too tired to properly think and freak out but you learnt to trust Yoongi during his stay with you and even though he scared the living shit out of you outside with the dead rabbit and all now you’re eerily calm. It makes sense why your emotions were all over the place. His demon powers messed with your head but your heart knew that he means no harm at least to you.

You showed him kindness and for a week when he didn’t remember who he was you took care of him. It moved something in his heart. He became attached to you and it never happened before.

”There’s a way I could help you but I’m not sure you would be comfortable with that.” Yoongi bites his lip seemingly imagining something, his eyes darken a bit but before it could turn all black again it vanishes.

”I might regret asking but- tell me. What is it?” Yoongi looks you over from head to toe it’s the first time that he sees you in your sleepwear. Normally you don’t come down until it’s time for you to feed the chickens.

”I heard that exchanging bodily fluids helps. Our saliva has unique abilities so I’ve heard from the others.”

You run on autopilot as you look at his lips. Exhaustion wins at this point you’re willing to try anything.

”You mean we have to kiss?” You check in case you thought wrong. It’s not your imagination playing tricks on you, you could feel Yoongi’s chest against you and his hands find the dip of your hip to pull you closer to his lips.

Yoongi hums to confirm your words. It’s getting hot inside the bathroom as the sexual tension rises in the air the longer you keep staring into his eyes. His dark orbs seem to promise something more beyond the kiss and you’re not complaining at all as you feel the need to have him close to you grow in the pit of your stomach.

You realise that he’s waiting for you to make the first move. Even when you inch closer he remains impassive but his eyes tell you a different story. He wants to have you but only pounces if you give yourself to him willingly.

How sweet of him. If you had doubts about him remaining, his gentleman move makes sure that you know what you’re dealing with. Demon or not, he’s been living with you for months.

You finally close the gap between you and Yoongi welcomes you with open arms. At first, the kiss is just mere lip touching but the minute you lick over the seam of his lips he gets greedy.

Yoongi marks up your neck to let you breathe before he takes over the inside of your mouth again with his purposeful tongue.

Everything else is sealed in the back of your mind and only the need to have him remains, licking you from the inside with its hot flames.

Yoongi makes you sit at the edge of the bathtub while he gets rid of your shirts, you shudder as the cold air hits your naked chest. He doesn’t let you feel cold for long before he takes your round nipples into his hot mouth, his saliva makes the experience more intense and messy as he lousily suckles on the pink bud. It feels like an out of body experience when he cups you over your panties roughly and pleasure shoots up your spine.

There’s some of your arousal sticking into the folds of the material that he rubs into your clothed cunt. His eyes are entirely black when he leans in to steal another kiss and you let him lick every corner of the inside of your mouth.

”Yoongi-” The demon rewards you with slipping two fingers under your soaked panties trailing your entire cunt with the slender digits.

”You’re so wet my love.” You melt at the nickname but your brain barely registers anything else when he pushes the slicked up fingers into your puffy pussy. One hand grips your waist to keep you in place while the fingers in your core keep a steady pace pushing and pulling.

You keep moaning his name as he explores your insides searching for your sweet spot so he could send you over the edge and see you cream around his fingers. He can feel your inner walls tightening on them as he stretches you open.

”You have the sweetest cunt Y/N. If you keep saying my name like that I can’t help but think you want me to eat you all up.” Yoongi licks a long line up the column of your throat, marking the skin with pretty hickeys whilst his fingers in your pussy never falters its lazy pounding.

”I- w-wouldn’t mind you eating me out. Fuck- Yoongi, right there.” You grab the edge of the tub like your life is depending on it, your knuckles are turning white from the grip to keep your position and not fall into the tub.

”Right here?” Yoongi chuckles and hits the same spot repeatedly. Switching up the movements by doing scissoring motions, he opens you up to take a third digit before you gush around his fingers.

The intense waves of your orgasm wash over you slowly building up till tears are forming at your bottom lashline. He doesn’t pull away even when you start to cool down instead he pulls his fingers out and attaches his mouth to your pulsing clit. You can’t push his head away even if you wanted to because if you do let go of the tub you’ll lose your balance and hit your head on the wall.

Yoongi feasts on your cum soaked folds, the tip of his tongue nudging your entrance with every lick that he delivers to your entire quivering pussy. His saliva makes everything feel more intense and he doesn’t let up until you cum on his tongue as well.

”So fucking pretty when you cum.” Yoongi pushes his fingers back in and you let out a soft mewl at the overstimulation.

”Shh, my love. It will feel good in a moment I promise.” You’re thankful that he doesn’t move the digits in your sensitive pussy, he starts to kiss a line up your inner thighs, kissing your mound and hipbone before he latches his mouth to your clit without warning. The demon moans a devilish grin is plastered on his face when you beg him to stop but he’s too far gone to realise what you’re saying.

”Take off my pants baby. I’m not leaving this pussy until you’re full of my cum.” Your groan reverberates on the tile walls when he begins moving his fingers in and out at a slow pace.

Your hands are shaking as you attempt to pull his pants down but you manage to work it down until it pools around his ankles. You give his erect cock a slow pump once it’s free transferring the sticky precum all over his grith preparing him to enter your walls. His fingers never stop for a moment in your cunt even when his head falls back and moans. His whole body vibrated now that he got some attention.

Yoongi replaces his fingers with his thick cock. The demon made sure that your hole is never empty.

You’re lifted from the tub with his cock fully buried in your folds you can only hold onto him as he pushes you against the cold wall of the bathroom.

”It’s too much, please.” You take in a shaky exhale when Yoongi changes the angle, pushing the last remaining inch into your convulsing hole.

”I won’t move then. I’ll give you time to get used to me because I’m not planning to leave anytime soon.”

You gasp when he pulls away from the wall. You rest your head in the crook of his neck with your eyes closed to prevent feeling dizzy as he moves around. You hear the door opening and feel his weight shift under you. Your legs rest on either side of his hips. The new position makes you sink down on his big cock even more but true to his words Yoongi doesn’t move. Even though you feel his dick twitch inside you when your cunt tightens around the tight fit.

”Look at that. Your cum is soaking the couch under us. You’re so wet I bet I could slide in and out of you so easily now.” Yoongi holds you with a hand placed on the centre of your back, making you join him and look at the mess between your legs.

Your eyes are heavily lidded but close on their own accord after he rubs your clit, the feeling is painfully delicious that you arch your back and push your boobs into Yoongi’s chest obscuring his view of where you two are joined. It feels like you’re drunk there’s nothing coherent left in you after you push through the overstimulation and crave for another release.

”You c-can move now.” You wriggle in his lap swallowing the tiny moans Yoongi lets out, you just feel too good around him. He wants to stay inside your cunt forever if you let him. He’s pushing your limits and he knows that you can’t handle much more so he starts moving, bouncing you on his lap with ease.

The obscene sounds are filling both of your ears as he fucks your cum soaked cunt. He knows how to angle his hips to hit your sweet spot so you’re easily thrown over the edge for the last time before he chases after his own end.

His thrusts become frantic as he gets high on the feel of your walls sucking him in and releasing around his throbbing length.

You can feel every vein and ridge of his raw cock ramming into you, there’s nothing between you and him as he fucks you till he paints your pretty pink pussy with his white cum.

He doesn’t stop until his seed is pushed all inside. Yoongi hugs your sweat soaked body close to his chest. You’re too far gone to feel his lips place a sweet kiss on the crown of your head as a silent goodnight.

Yoongi placed you on your bed gently whilst you were in deep sleep. He cleaned you and cuddled close to your unconscious body. Preventing your dreams to turn into nightmares Yoongi has the cure for your sleep deprivation.

[the-amaranthine]

memories

Summary: in which she enlists the help of Satoru Gojo and asks him to take her virginity, and parade he did so, by fake dating her, all to steer off her marriage prospects.

genre: fluff, eventual angst, smut(in future chapters)

pairing: satoru gojo x female reader (?)

tw/cw: sexual themes, misogyny, swearing, violence, (more warnings in the future chapters to avoid spoilers)

this first takes place before the zero arc, and progresses alongside the main story.

notes: I DO NOT OWN JUJUTSU KAISEN, all rights belong to Gege Akutami. This is only a work of fiction. I researched most of the lore regarding the Jujutsu world, but if I got something wrong please feel free to send me an ask and/or message me! 

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Y/n Inumaki assumed she’s had a perfect upbringing all her life. Loving parents, and loving caretakers. She held the title as the only daughter of the Inumaki clan and is sought out by many to be their wife. When she started seeing visions of what was her life, memories of what she actually went through, she starts questioning everything that her life consisted of. She starts seeing what her prospective husband, Naoya Zenin, is for who he is. So, naturally, she receives help from the strongest sorcerer, Satoru Gojo so she does not become a mindless wife to the Zenin clan. The question is, is Naoya Zenin the only hindrance to accomplishing her plans towards freedom, or is there something far more sinister happening underneath the surface?

Prologue. Part One. 

PART ONE

June 2006

        The young Jujutsu sorcerer is in disbelief. It is the middle of summer vacation, so there should be fewer curses. He tries to recall all their lessons, and think about what to do when there is a 7-feet curse right in front of you. At any other time, he would find this whole situation bothersome and pay more attention to the raging headache emerging in the back of his head. However, he is not given a chance to swim in his thought since there is a stegosaurus-looking ugly piece of shit in front of him. To add more salt to the wound, his best friend and classmate are clutched in the curse’s veiny mud-green tentacle. The curse tried to wrap his tentacle around the boy and to the boy’s dismay, he is caught by this simple-minded oaf. He was about to perform his last resort when a glimpse of a familiar head of hair fills his line of sight. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ He thinks, now concluding that he not only has to save his idiot of a best friend but also this inexperienced girl, as she climbs the scales of the curse like the goddamn playground.

        ‘If my skin gets a scratch, my nanny, no my mother, will murder me,’ she determines. The image of the small frame of Amaya Inumaki pops in her head and she does not know what terrifies her more, this dinosaur-looking curse or her mother. Inexperienced is what she is, in fact, she is not even allowed in these missions, for fear that her incompetent physical abilities will hinder everyone else. She could not help herself, the girl from the Kyoto branch of Jujutsu Tech made fun of her, saying that all her purpose in life is producing children. She was only supposed to watch, gain visual experience as her seniors handled the mission. She is not supposed to be seen. However, when she saw that her other senior was taken by the ugly squid, dinosaur love-child she had to do something. So now, here she is, the girl who cannot even run the mile for warm-ups, climbing this damn curse. If she was not so petrified, she would take a picture, to brag to her cousin Toge, secretly of course. It is not like she tried, her touch was just not enough, she needed to get up near its ear, to speak suggestions. She has done it before, but the past times were to her handmaiden, a petite woman in her twenties. It cannot be much different, right? The only real difference is that this is probably a Grade 2 curse at least, and of course its height of 7 feet. She is feeling that height of 7 feet as she continues to climb one step, or should she say one scale at a time. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Is what the teenage boy screams in the clutches of the curse. She chooses to ignore his question as she is feeling queasy, and vomiting in front of them is pathetic. “Get down from there, then run to the outside of the veil and call someone useful instead!” The boy demands this time, feeling extremely frustrated that his kouhai is not listening to his words. ‘Is she deaf as well?’ He ponders, trying extremely hard to not say it out loud. He sees her reach the top and he finally realizes that Y/n is trying to save them. He hears mumbling on her end and sees that her hands are clasped tightly on the curse’s ears screaming her cursed technique in the monster. By some miracle, after a couple of minutes, the monster’s tentacles start loosening up on the two best friends, enough for the both of them to pry themselves off its slimy limbs. The curse wobbles a little, then slams to the ground. She did not kill it, merely gave the two boys a much easier attempt at exorcising the damn thing. 

“Thank you Y/n-chan,” the boy’s best friend decided to fill the silence first with gratitude since he knows that his best friend would soon do the opposite. “If it weren’t for you-”

“What the actual hell was that? Are you able to even see? Do your rose-tinted glasses also hinder you from seeing and assessing that the curse that you just climbed on was dangerous?” The boy finally explodes after minutes of collecting himself. What Y/n achieved was impressive but there are more matters of import right now.

“I am sorry, I saw that you were also taken and I panicked. No one knew I was here, so I could not necessarily call anyone-” started the young girl but it seems her apology falls to deaf ears. 

“Do you even understand what they will do to us, once they know that you were even within 10 feet of a Grade 2 curse? Do you wish for us to die? Princess, I understand that things always seem to go your way with a bat of an eyelash, but you are toying with our lives here! Do you just not care about-” 

“Then do not tell anyone! Do not put me in the report, I was going to tell you that no one has to know that I was even here to not endanger your lives, you stupid brute! Don’t interrupt the girl who just saved your goddamn lives!” 

If the boy she was arguing with was surprised she even had that side to her vocabulary, he did not show it and continued with his lecture. “A spoiled princess like you, Y/n, cannot even fathom the hardships that we have to go through in this missions. Someone who is favored by everyone and does not even attend physical training should not be allowed an opinion, let alone that attitude in missions. Do us a favor, and never repeat this stunt of yours, understand? Kids like you should not be allowed in missions either.” 

“What the hell? If I am a kid then so are you, asshole! For your information, you’re welcome from saving you back there, next time I will see to it to turn a blind eye when you’re in need. Jackass.” The girl was spouting words she saw from a novel. It had an ‘enemies to lovers’ trope, thus why there are many colorful words. She is extremely happy that she picked that book up, if she did not do that, she thinks that the boy’s yelling will make her cry instead. 

As the girl started her way back to the school she could feel the two boys behind her. There is the only way to their school after all. Y/n felt the burn in the back of her head, the boy glaring at her probably wanted to create a hole in her head instead. Regardless, this did not phase her, as she almost skipped school with self-satisfaction in her steps. ‘I have a chance to become an actual sorcerer,’ she keeps thinking. For once in her life, she felt that she finally had a purpose other than being a bride. Everything was exhilarating. Nonetheless, no one told her that once the adrenaline rush is gone, she would feel all her emotions about the prideful event all at once, as she spent her night vomiting in the girls’ dorm bathroom.

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Present 

        This void feels familiar to the young woman, agonizing and terrifying, but she is certain of its familiarity. The last thing she remembers was those damn dildos falling from her hands and a certain white-haired senior. In this void though, she could faintly see a man, no a boy, a very handsome one at that, albeit too emo for her liking. This man was yelling at whoever she is at the moment, something about being spoiled and taking everything for granted. It feels like he is talking to the young woman, but she could not be sure, since the Inumaki clan will not let their daughter in even the mere vicinity with someone that looks like him. However, she understands that the person that she is in right now, as her vision starts to cloud with what seemed like tears. The teenage boy in front seemed to soften when he noticed the tears, and quickly left the room. Another boy, on the other hand, looked more gentle, loving, and caring, grasped her hands, and offered her a comforting smile. 

The scene in front fades and jumps to another. This one consisted of another teenage boy, a different one he looks more sinister than the previous boys, alongside an older man that resembles to be his father. Akimitsu and Amaya were all seated at a table in some fancy restaurant and the boy smiles with what seems to be charming to everyone else, yet his eyes hold a malicious and almost a carnal intent in them. The person that she is right now is most likely a girl and she did not feel comfortable. This girl stood up and it looked to be abrupt, catching the attention of everyone in attendance, and the juvenile woman started running towards the exit. 

The scene jumps again, briefly seeing your Amaya Inumaki with eyes that are attached to waterfalls. Her mother came closer and for some reason this body was terrified, even whimpering in anticipation. Surely this must, not be Y/n Inumaki’s memories? She loves her gentle caring mother, even if she tends to be absent at times. Why is this girl so terrified of her? The scene fades to black, once again as the woman, Amaya, touches the girl’s head and hands. 

Y/n hears screaming into the nothingness, realizing it is her own, having had no idea how terrifying this place truly is, she had no idea that this place even existed for this source of fear to foster. Rocking herself in what she hoped was a corner, not knowing how else one can bring comfort oneself, a faint light emerges, as another scene appears. Her parents, Amaya Inumaki and Akimitsu Inumaki are calling her their daughter, not believing such words because of what she has just witnessed beforehand. Her mother is telling the adolescent to wear the pale-yellow kimono instead, to please ‘Naoya-sama.’ Her father tells her pointers that can impress the Zenin clan and that there is an awaiting punishment if failed to do so. Seeing the world move up and down, indicates that this girl is agreeing by nodding. However, inside she feels burning bile that wanted, no that needed to be gone. Y/n witnesses several more scenes, some horrifying and some downright bloodcurdling, that she does not know if her wish from earlier to be taken away from that black void was the right choice. 

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The bright lights blinded her, but it was received with joy. All the visions, not the memories, alongside the void filled her with immense anxiety and this warm feeling of the light is most definitely welcomed. “What happened?” She somehow willed her vocal cords and croaked the words. She did not scream in ‘Spencers,’ did she? That would have been painfully embarrassing, as an image of a young woman in a kimono screaming like a banshee in front of the dildos’ section burned in her mind.

“Ah, the angel finally awoke from her deep slumber! Or is that sleeping beauty-”

“Gojo-sama,” Y/n interrupts, it was rude she admits, but she cannot hear this white-haired man continue his oncoming rant about Disney princesses when her family could be seconds away from finding her and in turn take her away. She has no idea how long it has been, and she needs to estimate her family’s whereabouts to make up a plan to intercede that. 

“Stingy, are we? Was your beauty sleep not enough? If you must know, not only did you knock Shoko out cold, you, my angel, managed to also do it to the whole school! Fortunately, Yaga is still asleep and it seems like some of my beloved first-year students are close to waking up. I guess it’s convenient for you that the weekly sorcerers' meeting has been canceled today. I wonder what any of them will say when they learn of your capabilities?” 

“Excuse me,” the girl does not know how to start. She was not even aware of anything, until a few minutes ago, after learning from her visions. “That’s impossible, I can only use my technique on one person at a time,” she reasons out. She now knows the widespread of her abilities and she would be damned if the Satoru Gojo finds out what they are, before Y/n can even determine her next step. 

“Ah, ah! Angels can’t lie! If you don’t want to tell me right now, that’s alright, I can easily eliminate you if necessary,” Eliminate, not stop, the girl notes. She has unfortunately been written in Satoru Gojo’s ‘to kill list,’ it seems. “What you need to tell me, though sweetheart, are your intentions.” She hears the deeper change in intonation in his voice. This must be serious Satoru. “I can’t have you walk out of here without giving me some assurances.”

“I thought you could easily eliminate me in one go? Why do I have to provide you with assurances? Are you, perhaps, scared Gojo-sama?” She does not know, why now of all times has she let her filter go. This was extremely reckless to do, especially to someone that can kill her without him physically moving. 

“And she has an attitude! Wonderful Y/n-chan! I do love a woman that keeps me on my toes, and you angel, managed to surprise me many times today! If you must know, you basically put everyone on hostage and the only one that is awake right now, it seems, is Toge-Kun. He is on his way here right now actually; does that mean he knows about this?” That damned Six-Eyes of the Gojo clan.

“No! Toge-Kun is innocent. He is only a child and he does not know anything. Please, keep him away from this. Especially, when my family comes for me. I am currently in a predicament and I do not know who to trust. He and I should be separated right now.” 

“Nee-san?” I guess you were too late. Throughout the many years together in the Inumaki estate, you have come to understand Toge without his need to say the ingredients of onigiri. His eyes alone already speak a thousand words. You can see the hurt and betrayal in them as if to say, ‘you do not trust me?’

“I am sorry Toge-Kun! I didn't mean to hurt you. Mother and Father must be on their way, please do not let them see you here. I promise you that I will tell you everything once it has all settled down, okay?” A protest starts to fill his eyes and mannerisms, which Y/n quickly decimates with a firm yet motherly, “Now, Toge.” Her cousin let his head fall and nodded slowly. He starts his way to the door, when she quickly stops him, “I’m sorry, Toge. You are the only one I trust okay?” The cursed speech user seemed to brighten up more once he heard her reassuring words and quickly left the room. 

“That was touching and all, but I am curious about one thing,” Gojo interrupts Y/n’s train of thought.

“Before you ask, will you please do me a favor?” 

“What is it, my darling?” 

“Please do not let my parents or the Zenin’s bring me back to the estate. I cannot afford to be brought back there again.” Now that Y/n is aware of the sinister things happening around her, the last thing she needs is for the cycle to continue by being dragged to the Inumaki estate and back to her parents’ clutches.  

“You wish, my command, my darling, but it comes with a price. Fairly easy, actually."  

The shit-eating grin Satoru has plastered on his face is a definite foretelling that this so-called ‘price’ is not even in the same galaxy as ‘fairly easy.’ Regardless, she abides by his wishes, because if anyone can stop the two clans' impending plan, it’s the strongest sorcerer. “Anything,” she responds with slight hesitation. 

“Answer my questions,” he fires back as soon as she responded. 

“Alright, if you accomplish the task I asked you to do I will answer all of them, is that good enough for you?” 

“Wonderful! So, have you come to a choice between the pink or yellow dildo-” he did not get to finish, for Y/n threw the hospital pillow at him, with Infinity stopping the intended course of action of course. “I mean if you truly wanted some, this senior is overjoyed to oblige.” You could not retort an excuse as he teleported away comically looking like the Cheshire cat as it seemed like his grin was the last to leave the place. 

‘That’s enough incentive for him, I guess,” Y/n thinks. Immediately, resuming to the forming and solidifying of her plan of action, once her family, no once Armageddon arrives.

To be continued.

part two.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I know it is a bit slow at the moment, but things will start picking up on the next chapter! The next update will most likely be this saturday nov 20 or sunday nov 21. I hope you all have a great day!  

[bootlickerhawks]

Killua Gon Kurapika and Leolio :D for the ask game

:D!!!! bless you for indulging my new hyperfixation <3

putting the rest under a cut cuz i couldn't resist rambling hdjfds

Gon is def one of my fav shounen protags (easily top 5). He's such a wonderfully executed and complex character and every time I think abt his character arc I wanna scream (in a good way). What makes the tragedy of CAA hit harder is that it could have easily been avoided if the adults around him had been more responsible and less eager to exploit him (I adore Morel and I understand his reasoning but you can't deny he's partly responsible. He saw firsthand how emotionally unstable Gon was and chose to utilize it for the mission). Tho tbh even if CAA hadn't happened it's very likely something like this would have occurred sooner or later, Gon's been self-destructive from the very beginning (breaking his arm against Hanzo and going so far as to blow his own arm off to satisfy his ego against Genthru)

I love him sm and I hope Togashi gets the opportunity to explore his character post-CAA ;w;

Kurapika is a weird case cuz for all intents and purposes he should have been one of my top favs, I love revenge stories and he's the "prototype" of a lot of my favs like Sasuke and Akechi. But it turns out I don't feel that strongly about him fbdjhsf. That being said, I do look forward to seeing how his story ends and how his and Leorio's characters will develop together. I don't even ship Leopika but the conflict between them is gonna be fantastic *o* which will prevail? Kurapika's self destructive quest or Leorio's desire to right past wrongs and save his friend in time?

ALSO side note but I fucking adore Kurapika's absence during the Election arc. That's right, Kurapika! DON'T confront the reality of what reckless self destructiveness will inevitably lead to! :D

Leorio fits into one of my favorite tropes: asshole with a heart of gold. And he gets bonus points cuz he wants to be a healer (it's so refreshing to see masculine characters in fiction want to be healers/caretakers). And he gets even more relatability points cuz BOY do I relate to poverty ;w;

Also Leorio punching Ging is the sexiest thing anyone in this show has ever done and I would totally make out with him

[didntwantanaccount]

NOT DISCOURSE. People can't read, so I'll say this here again. This post is PARENT blaming, not victim blaming, I'm not blaming the teens for not knowing what they weren't taught, I'm blaming their parents. If you don't read the whole post, don't get what it's actually about, or are going to use ad hominen, kindly fuck off. If you DON'T understand or kindly fuck off, expect nothing more than a snarky response and a blocking.

The difference between proshippers and fanpol is respect and understanding of minors.

Fanpol don't seem to remember being minors, because they have no idea how minors think, what they know, or how they can handle seeing something that makes them uncomfortable.

Let me tell you, I read some FUCKED shit as a teenager, and guess what, I'm okay. I read it of my own volition, I knew it was wrong, that's why I hid it from my parents. I wasn't stupid, and neither are teens now. I knew how to avoid things that made me uncomfortable, and if I somehow stumbled upon something that DID make me uncomfortable by mistake, I just clicked away because it's really THAT easy.

Teenagers aren't innocent, stupid, and easily traumatized. They don't easily get groomed. They know how to avoid creepy adults, they know not to share their info with strangers, they KNOW fiction from reality. The fact that fanpol don't accept this shows their lack of understanding and respect for teen minors.

May small children have problems understanding these things? Sure! But small children don't read fanfiction or view fanart. These fandom tendencies only start becoming a thing at 9-12. Is it important to properly tag and restrict your works to keep them away from the eyes of this younger age group? Absolutely! Is it your job to teach these children moral and reality? NO. THAT'S the job of their caretakers. If by the age of 9, a child doesn't know fiction from reality, or hasn't been taught online safety, then the caretakers have not been doing their jobs correctly. No stranger online EVER had to teach me whether what I was reading was real or moral because I already knew. My parents taught me that when I was growing up, as well as my teachers, and other adults in my life.

Instead of focusing on adults coping with mental illness, having fun in fandom, or getting off to adult fic that might be a little controversial, we target BAD PARENTING?

Because that's the problem. We didn't have this debate when I was a teenager because children were raised to be safe safe safe and take EVERYTHING with a grain of salt. If minors now are easily falling into obvious predatory pitfalls, we should address why their parents didn't teach them safety and push schools and other childcare systems to teach these things for when parents are too shitty to do it.

Anyway, predators are bad, teach your children online safety, don't harrass strangers over fiction.

[bbyannabeth]

do u have siblings cuz ur bianca take,,, yikes. u say she was 'only' nicos parent for 2 years as if she wasnt a child who herself had lost her parent and was forced to act the caretaker for an even younger kid? she also had her memory wiped too so literally the only life she knew was acting the parent,,, u mention nicos 8-10 but bianca was 10-12 so? whats ur point? funny how a young female character is garbage for wanting a life of her own and not wanting to be a caretaker for the next 8 years🤔

yes i do have siblings. i have more reasons for disliking her than just her leaving nico, but all of it comes down to her being a bad sister in general and if my little sister was all i had left, FUCK NO i wouldn’t leave her?? especially not with strangers?? and i relate so much to nico that anyone who wrongs him is on my shit list. anyways idk why you’re fighting for a character who was in like one half of the worst pjo book but she’s fictional and dead so i don’t think she cares if i don’t like her

also babes the last sentence is so unnecessary why are you trying to make this about misogyny. she’s just a bad sister lmfao? that doesn’t specifically relate her her being a young woman bye