#am i stupid as fuck. Maybe. am i delusional. Maybe. do i want him anyway. Yeah

[miami2k17]

Okay well goodnight everypony i guess

[suiana]

lol am I allowed to ask for yan!fwb? or have you already done that? like darling isn't looking for something serious, just casual, but yan!fwb is already planning their marriage when they get darling inside their sheets

(yandere! fwb x gn! reader) (silly😜) (dom reader)

"can we just fuck why do we have to go out for dinner?"

"because... because it's for the plot?"

you stare at the male, deadpanning at him as you roll your eyes at his stupid answer. what plot? you two were just friends with benefits, why'd he need to bring you out to some fancy ass restaurant to eat?

and he even made you dress up?? what the hell?

don't friends with benefits just fuck and get it over with? that's the whole point isn't it? why's he treating you like you're his lover?

"dude this feels like a date."

"i- it's not!"

the male stutters, cheeks pink as he nervously offers his hand to you to escort you into the restaurant. you stare at it before slapping the hand away and walking in. geez, did he seriously think you were about to act like his lover? no way!

the male pouts, cheeks flushed as he quietly trails behind you like a little puppy. aw... his hand really felt lonely and he thought yours might be too ☹️ no matter, you'll be fucking him tonight anyways...

"ahem-"

the male clears his throat as he anxiously fiddles with his phone, walking up to the main desk. you watch in slight amusement as the receptionist and waiters immediately gush over him, carefully bringing the two of you to what seemed like a private room? woah, you knew he was rich but you didn't know it was like this rich.

"a-ah... you can order anything you want... I'll pay."

"thanks."

you mumble boredly, flipping through the expensive menu that you'd never have touched if it weren't for him. dawg maybe you'd let him dominate you for once... as a way of saying thanks.

...

nah. actually you think he'll break down in tears if you told him to dominate you. he's such a crybaby.

"hey-"

"yes my love?!"

the male exclaims, hearts in his eyes as you stare at him with the most disgusted look you can conjure. ugh, he's always like this! treating yoh like his lover, calling you petnames... is he delusional or what?

"firstly, don't call me that. secondly, what do you recommend?"

"o-oh... hm, i recommend the A5 wagyu and the caviar-"

you blink in confusion, brain not processing any of his words. god damnit, why was rich people food so confusing?! all these fancy names for a tiny plate of food?!

"you know what, forget it."

you mumble as you slam the menu shut. the male jumps slightly, whimpering as his lower lip pouts. aw, it's times like this where you can't help but think he's so freaking cute.

"ah... I'm sorry darling! w-we can go to another restaurant instead... oh i knew this place wouldn't be to your tastes and i-"

"i want you instead."

you cock your head at him, grinning as you make your way towards the flustered male. you drink in his delightful expressions, humming happily as your friend with benefits turns into a cute puddle of blabbering words.

yes...

you never were that hungry for food anyway.

and he would fulfill your hunger much more easily.

"hehe, you really are the cutest, aren't you?"

"oh darling!"

ah. guess it really is time to devour him. in more ways than one.

[wrr000]

"Can you be quiet for five minutes?"

AN: hello! i wrote this for fun, it's nothing serious or special, i just needed to do something with myself. hope y'all will enjoy it anyway lol (also, i had that one scene from shrek 2 in mind)

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Summary: the night wasn't peaceful for the ghoul because reader talks too much

Warnings: english is not my first language; reader is female; it was supposed to be more of a comedic oneshot; a lot of inner thoughts

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The night was getting cold. Chilly air mixed with the pleasant warmth emanating from the fire, touching your red cheeks. It was a nice feeling, especially after a whole day of walking in the brutal heat. The sun was killing you and the night was a nice change.

'I fucking hate wasteland', you thought to yourself every day.

Burning sun, disgusting monsters, crazy raiders or even that ghoul, literally everything could kill you any minute. It was hard to survive out there alone ans you knew that. Maybe that was a reason why you didn't ran away from him yet.

"So...", you couldn't stand the silnce anymore, "are you gonna finally untie me?"

You sat by the bonfire with your legs pressed to your chest, staring into the sparkling flames. Hands still tightly tied, of course. The other end of the lasso held the ghoul whom you met a few days ago.

He was sitting on the other side of the fire, leaning against a huge piece of something wooden. He looked like he was sleeping with a cowboy hat covering his face. The ghoul wasn't like anyone you've met before, but you weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. He did tied you up after all and have gave you no choice, but to travel with him to God-knows-where. On the positive side - he didn't killed you. And that was something unexpected.

"Hellooo..? Did you hear me, Mr. Ghoul?", you never called him like that before, but you wanted any interaction.

No response. Was he really sleeping or just pretending that he didn't hear you?

It was in his style, to be honest. Ever since you met him, he seemed cold, selfish, like he doesn't care about anything else in the world but him. Sometimes straight up annoying, sometimes kinda funny and nice in a twisted way. These mixed feelings made you somewhat intrigued.

"Listen lady" , he didn't looked at you. "I need some peace and quiet so no stupid questions or talkin', got it?"

"Oh, come on! We have been travelling for days! I'm not gonna do anything stupid", it was this time when he was just annoying as hell.

"I bet you won't, sweetheart", you knew he smirked under that stupid hat.

"So what, are you gonna keep me like this to what? Sell me for chems? Or eat me one day?", you spoke once again. "You know, both options are pretty problematic for you because, I mean, you are really planning to sell skinny, dehydrated girl and hoping for decent payment?", fake scoff escaped your mouth. "Keep dreaming. I am way more useful as a compa-"

By anything stupid you meant something like killing him or running away. First of all, he was very skilled and you knew that attacking him was suicidal mission. Second of all, you could try to escape, but you didn't know if it was even possible with this man and did you really wanted to?

On one hand, there were plenty ways for him to hurt you. Shooting, beating, selling, starving you to death or worse - eating you alive. It was something... common on the wasteland. People were doing everything to survive and as crazy as it sounded, you understood it, the ghoul knew it as well. But on the other hand, after raiders killed your parents, life became harder than before. You hated it and what you hated more was loneliness. You had none, no friend and no family left. Maybe it was delusional, but you hoped for befriending the ghoul and travel with him for a little longer. Or maybe he could help you made it to town where you could stay. In that situation you didn't have many options (it didn't work by force anyway) to consider or anything to lose, to be honest.

"Oh, for fu-", he straightened up, finally looking at you.

You didn't have many opportunities to meet him face to face and take a closer look. Beautiful eyes spoke more than thousand words, that's for sure. The most noticeable thing was the lack of a nose, but aside that the face was handsome. You could imagine how he looked like before the ghoulification. In fact, you always thought that people were exaggerating with their disgust towards non-feral ghouls. They were still humans, right?

"You asked me a milion questions already, while I couldn't ask you one", you heard the irritation in his voice. "You better don't cross the line"

That silence was overhelming. Sure, the sound of camfire was nice, but your thoughts were getting weirder and weirder. You needed something to occupy your mind and because you weren't the best at small talk (or starting a conversation at all) you came up with the stupidest idea.

Classic threating. You rised your tided hands, palms facing him in surrender. It wasn't the right time to ask about the future and you didn't wanna cross the line, at least not that night. He was looking at you for a moment, making sure you wouldn't ask anything else and returned to his previous position.

You stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking about and you couldn't read him. Not before, not now and probably not in the near future. He seemed like he could always read your mind while being completely unpredictable to you. What he thought about you? What was his plan? You should be very scared or just scared? Many questions were running in your head, but you couldn't find answer for none.

"What it's like to be a ghoul?", you mentally slapped yourself, but there was no turning back now. "I mean, how did you become a ghoul? It was quick or it was a long process? My parents never told me much about ghouls"

Deep, long sigh escaped his mouth. He looked at you again, not bothering to move his body. Even someone like him lacked words and strength for you.

"Did someone ever told that you talk so much?", a ghost of a smile crept across his face.

"Actually, yes, my father told me that once", you smiled proudly.

"No lesson learned", you quite enjoyed his harsh voice with strange accent. He definitely didn't talk enough. "Can you be quiet for five minutes?"

"Hm, I'm afriad no, Mister", then it striked you. "I don't know your name! I won't shut up until you will told me your name. Wait, you do have a name, right?"

"Yes", you felt annoyed again by his lack of cooperation.

"Well..? You know my name, even you don't use it, may I know yours?"

"Cooper", the ghoul hide his face under the hat again. "Now, let me rest for a while, will ya?"

Bright smile appeared on your face. That was what you called a progress. It was genuinely a cool name and suddenly you started to wonder if he liked yours.

"But...", you heard a growl from under the hat, "we will talk about what to do next? I know how things works out here, but... We don't have to be enemies. I know you want to survive and I don't wanna be your prisoner forever"

You were on thin ice and for the first (and not last) time in your life you couldn't gather your thoughts. You wanted to tell him a lot of things in one go.

"I'm not your enemy, sweetheart, you don't have to worry. Now sleep or I'll have to shoot that pretty face"

You noded quietly. You knew that tomorrow you would try to talk to him again, still hoping for some sort of cooperation or agreement. Your life was on the line, after all. Not to mention that he called you pretty and even another threat couldn't take it away from you. Maybe that was the sign that he doesn't mean no harm to you, there was a hope, at least.

[devildomditzy]

“Are you sure this will work?”

“Cmoooon, it’s foolproof! When have I ever let ya down?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, giving him a pointed look.

“Okay, I let ya down one time.”

You raise your eyebrows higher.

“Alright, alright! A couple of times. But this time I’ve got it locked down, I promise!”

You look away from him, a bit peeved he was making you the ‘main component’ to his next ‘big scheme’.

Try as you might, you can’t say no to him. This little bastards got you wrapped around his finger.

He gives you that look. You know the one. The one that always lets him get his way. The one that instantly makes you fold.

You let out a defeated sigh, “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Yes!”, he cheers as you watch him bounce excitedly around the room, quickly starting to toss various things aside on his messy floor seemingly looking for supplies? of some kind?

When he turns back to you, he’s got new ambition in his eyes.

“Right, step number one, we gotta get Asmo to getcha all dolled up.”

He gives what you can only describe as an evil little chuckle as he grabs your wrist and pulls you along towards the avatar of lust’s room.

“Hiiii”, Asmo sings as he opens the door to greet you. “I’m guessing you couldn’t say no to him again?”

You give Asmo a defeated, but annoyed look that says ‘don’t even start’.

He defensively throws up his hands. “Ooo, didn’t mean to touch a nerve there, hon!”

“Yeah yeah, their nerves are touched or whatever ya just said.” Mammon essentially pushes you into Asmo’s arms, cause you to indignantly huff at him. “Just hop to it, woula ya? We’re burnin’ daylight here!”

“Now now Mammon, is that anyway to talk to your lovely partner?”

“P-partner!? Whaddya mean partner? They’re just some stupid-“

Your deadly glare cuts him off completely.

“S-stupidly amazin’! Great human! So perfect! Did I mention you were amazin’?”

“Mammon?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s fair.”

The second born leaves you in the hands of the fifth as he promptly fucks off to who knows where to gather who knows what for this “plan”.

Asmo practically shoves you down into his vanity chair, eyes sparkling with delight as he looks you over, hand grabbing your jaw and titling your head side to side as if appraising a jewel.

“Now, tell me. What did you get yourself into this time, love?”

“Ugh, I agreed to help with another one of his stupid “money making” ideas… if you can even call stealing from unsuspecting drunks an idea.”

“So you’re going to be robbing people?”

“Yes? No? I don’t know. I’m just the distraction. The ‘eye candy’ he said. While I’m busy chatting up whoever, he’s gonna swipe their wallets.”

“You know hon, you don’t have to go along with his stupidity just to make him like you.”

“I know”, you sigh. “It just… it’s makes him so happy!”

“And so does his credit card! Just wave that in front of his face for a few seconds, it’ll have the same effect. Trust me, I’ve tried. And succeeded.”

You cross your arms, looking down, suddenly finding the floor very interesting as your brain works overtime thinking about him.

“I know… I guess I just wanted to be the reason why he’s happy.”

Asmo gives you a knowing smile, shaking his head. “What am I gonna do with you two? Ugh, it’s so cute I can barely take it!”

“What’s so cute?”

Asmo doesn’t just laugh at that, he cackles. He doubles over, tears in his eyes.

“Honey, if you don’t think we all can’t see this silly little back and forth you two are caught up in, you’re as delusional as Levi was when he thought he’d won a meet and greet with his favorite idol.”

“Wasn’t that another one of Mammon’s schemes?”

“Maybe..”, he leads off with a devilish lit in his voice.

You remain quiet as a small smile finds its way to his face and he shakes his head at you.

“You’re both ridiculous.”

Asmo grabs your shoulders, twisting the chair so you fully face the mirror. He runs a hand through your hair, staring into your reflection.

“How abouutttt, instead of getting you all made up to go to some dingy bar with my idiot brother, we get you all made up for my idiot brother, huh?”

“I dunno Asmo, he’s probably not even gonna notice.”

“Nonsense! When I’m done with you those drunks won’t be the only ones who are distracted.”, he says with a wink.

His smile? Devious.

It isn’t too long, probably a little over an hour before you hear banging on Asmo’s door.

“Oi! Are ya almost done in there? We’re on a tight schedule!”

“Why don’t you come in and see for yourself?”, Asmo questions in a dangerous voice.

Mammon is staring down at his D.D.D, typing with one hand as he opens the door with the other, so he doesn’t immediately see you.

But when he does

“Well…What do you think?”

Your voice comes out much shyer than you had hoped for, but you force yourself to look at him, knowing your face was on fire.

His eyes are wide behind his sunglasses as he just makes this unreadable face. One you don’t know what to make of.

“I uh, ya look uh.. I gotta”, he stammers before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath and…

“I forgot somethin’ in my room! Ya, just uh, gotta go grab it. Real important. And uh, you know what? You don’t have to come with me! The Great Mammon’s decidin’ to fly solo on this one, ha ha! Sooo…”

You watch him awkwardly back out of the room, shutting the door behind him before you hear him waking away. And then you hear that walk turn into a run.

“Well?”, Asmo nudges you, “Go after him, silly.”

“But Asmo-“

“We both know exactly why he acted like that. Stop worrying so much.” He gives you a genuinely warm smile. “Everyone knows that he likes you”.

Though nervous and maybe trembling slightly, you still manage to make your way to Mammon’s room. You hear shuffling inside that quickly halts when you knock.

“Mammon?”, you question when you get no actual response. “It’s me, can I come in?”

Still nothing, but you swear you hear him lean up against the door.

“I thought I was the ‘main component’ to this scheme. Now you don’t want me to be a part of it?”

You can’t hide to subtle hurt in your voice, one that makes him make some kind of groaning noise before promptly opening the door.

“Mammon I- woah!”, you stumble as he grabs you by the wrist once more, pulling you into his room quickly and slamming the door behind you.

He turns his back to you, eyes closed, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated.

“Mammon…”

“Listen, ya can’t… I can’t have ya goin’…”

He makes another annoyed noise before turning to face you.

“Ya can’t go out lookin’ like that okay! Especially to some seedy ass dive bar!”

“Why not? Isn’t this what you wanted? This was the whole plan right? I flirt with people, you take their wallets, we run before Lucifer hears anything about it.”

“Yeah, but-“

“Now I wasted all this time getting ready and you don’t wanna do this anymore?”

“It’s not tha-“

“I thought we were like, partners in crime. Maybe I was stupid for thinking that.”

The disappointment in your voice makes him crack.

“Ya look too damn good, okay?! I’m not lettin’ ya go cause I’m not lettin’ any of those assholes touch ya, let alone look at ya!”

His face is cherry red, and his arms are crossed as he keeps his eyes promptly shut. He looks as if he’s bracing for impact. Bracing for your response.

“I got to thinkin’ bout it after I dropped ya with Asmo and just… the thought of you sayin’ all that sweet stuff you say to me to a couple of nobodies just so I could swipe their pocketbooks? I couldn’t…ya can’t….ya can’t say that stuff to anybody else, got it?”

He seems to let out the breath he’s been holding.

“Specially not lookin’ like that. I mean, ya always look amazin’, but this is…wow.”

He looks you up and down, and you can’t help but feel like your heart is exploding into a million pieces. Was it nervousness? Was it excitement? Was it a mix of both?

You’ll never know, because what he said next makes your thoughts hault, heart beating out of your chest.

“It would kinda be a shame for you to get all dressed up for nothin’ though so…can I take ya to dinner?”

[zxoaii]

Want You

fem! reader x Ryomen Sukuna

Summary: After being taken in exchange for the lives of the people in her village, Y/n learns the true feelings of Sukuna

SMUT

WC: 2.8k

Wattpad: _Bolter

[ Y/n ]

It's only natural that after several months of being around someone you'd start to get comfortable with them, right? Nine months ago Sukuna came into my village and took me hostage.

I thought I'd die a quick death.

No one would have expected what's actually happened since then. I wouldn't say I'm in love, maybe he could call it something like that but I couldn't.

Still, I enjoy the moments in the morning when I wake up entangled with him. His body is so warm. He holds me so tight. My head rests atop his, one of my arms is around his neck, and the other is wrapped around his chest.

Sukuna holds my waist possessively. Even in his sleep, he's protective of me. Each hot breath on my cleavage reminds me of how close we've become.

Maybe not calling it love is just me lying to myself.

. . .

There isn't much to do around the estate. There's a library that I've looked through. It has some good books but a large portion of it is written in a language I can't understand.

The garden outside has been dead for quite some time. Even if it was alive recently, the bitter cold of the winter months would've killed it all anyway.

Sukuna goes between working out, traveling outside the estate, and working in his office.

I'd clean if his servant wasn't so opposed to it. They're opposed to me doing anything that's considered their job. Maybe they find it boring here too.

I linger outside Sukuna's office. He's heard me complain about my boredom a hundred times before. If he was going to do something about it he would've by now.

"Why are you standing out there?"

I turn to the door. There's no way he could've seen me... I start to creep away, "Don't walk away. Come in here."

"I've told you not to boss me around like you own me." Sukuna is standing in front of a large map. Another completely foreign item. I couldn't tell you where it's a map of.

"What's wrong, dear?"

"I want to go outside the estate with you. Not just within the gates."

Sukuna sets his things down on the desk and then makes his way over to me. "Why?" His soft expression is lost to the emotionless one he wore so often when we first met.

"It's boring here." I know he wouldn't hurt me. I really have nothing to be afraid of with him... But I am afraid. I'm afraid of the King of Curses, the man who stands before me right now.

"No. You're human, you're too fragile." I roll my eyes at his overused excuse. "I lived in the world just fine before you, Ryomen." The use of his first name draws a quick expression that disappears a moment later.

"You don't live in that world anymore. Now you live in my world where humans are so weak and small they are played with by even the weakest curses. The strongest human can do nothing against the most pathetic curses."

"I never had any issues with them before so why would now be any different? You said curses have always toyed with humans but why not me then?" He rolls his eyes and turns away from me.

My hand grabs his bicep, forcing him to face me again. "I'm not finished-"

"You're finished. You're not leaving those gates." He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand off of him. "Ry-"

"Don't."

"You can't trap me here! You act like you want to have some fucking fantasy romance and then keep me here like a prisoner!" I follow him around his office. It's not fair. Even the servant gets to leave.

"Oh my god. It's not a romance... I am a prisoner. You took me prisoner. That's how it always was, that's what this is. How could I be so stupid?!"

"You're not a prisoner here. I didn't take you prisoner." I've trapped him between myself and his bookshelf. He just bows his head, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Oh, I'm not a prisoner. You're a lot of things but I didn't take you for the delusional type." I scoff at him and the stupidity of his comment.

"I don't want you as a prisoner."

"Then let me leave!" His hands fall to his side, I can tell how fed up up he's getting but I want to get somewhere. I don't want to leave I just want to go outside these damned gates. Sukuna turns and for a moment I'm afraid.

His expression is desperate, pleading for me to stop.

"You can't seriously act like I'm not just a pr-"

"I don't want you as a prisoner I want you as my wife! You can't leave because I want you, because now they have something to hurt me. You are in danger because I love you and they will use that against me!"

Sukuna gives me a second to respond. When I don't he grabs my face and leans in to kiss me. I knew there were feelings there, he wanted me here for companionship.

I never expected him to tell me he loved me.

His lips aren't demanding. They're desperate. When he realizes I'm not kissing back he pulls away. No, that's not what I meant. My hand grabs his shirt in a fistful and pulls him back to me.

Sukuna grabs me by my waist and lifts me onto his hips. We can talk about going outside later. I want this more. He moans against my lips, hands roaming across my body.

A small cough pulls me away from the kiss. "Ignore them." Sukuna kisses down my neck but now I'm looking at Uraume.

"Sukuna." They call out to him. "Goddamnit Uraume, what?" Sukuna sets me down on the floor. I know he expects me to stay but Uraume already doesn't like having me around.

His shouting echoes down the hall as I hurry back to my room but then quickly stops. I guess they did have something more important to tell him.

. . .

I haven't seen Sukuna in two days. The boredom is killing me. Uraume doesn't talk to me and wouldn't tell me even if I asked.

I don't think Sukuna is even here anymore. That first night I expected to wake up to him getting in bed late. He didn't and then he didn't again last night.

It's childish to think the kiss or admission has anything to do with his disappearance... Right?

I sit in the chair in his office, looking up at the detailed ceiling. It has a mural of something. I can't see what it is though.

The sun is going to set soon. That would be a third day away. "What are you doing in here?" My head snaps to the door. Uraume stands in the doorway.

"I'm waiting for Sukuna. I assumed the first place he'd come when he got back would be here..." They sigh and shake their head. "He should be home tonight. Dinner is ready."

Even when he isn't around they're respectful. I know they really can't stand me. I think they can't stand how highly Sukuna regards me... A human.

"Thank you." They walk away without any other unnecessary conversation. Were they lying? I'll wait up and listen for him.

He's never left abruptly like this. Usually, he tells me when he's leaving and when he'll be back... He doesn't have to and I always thought it was stupid when he did.

I think I do love him.

. . .

I walk across the freezing floors barefoot. I know being quiet won't help me sneak up on either of them so I'm not sure why I did this...

Their hushed talking leads me past the kitchen. Warm flickering light seeps out into the hall from a small room. I stop walking to try and listen to their conversation.

Their words are foreign. Is this the language written in all the books? What is it? Sukuna said it was a dead language.

All I wanted was to check to see if he was back. He is. I should go back to the bed. He'll be there soon. I turn to go back the way I came.

I really should go...

My palm rests against the wall for a moment. God, I must think I'm really special to think they won't notice me. Still, I make my way over to the door. It's cracked open enough for me to peak in.

Uraume holds a rag and a bucket of water. Sukuna's back is to the door. Is that his blood? They clean the blood off of him, dip the rag back into the bucket, and repeat.

That's enough.

This time I actually start making my way back to the bedroom. My hurried footsteps are louder than I'd like which causes more rush.

As soon as I'm in the room with the door closed I exhale the breath I was holding. "What are you worried about?" My scream brings a playful smile to Sukuna's face.

"How did you-"

"Uraume said you missed me." In the dark I can only make out his shape. "You were covered in blood."

"I need to bathe, I know."

"Why- I thought they were bathing you." My heart is still pounding in my chest. A hand presses over my heart to feel it racing. "It's ok." Sukuna's finger hooks my chin, drawing my head up.

I can hardly see anything and he knows that. "Are you tired?" His touch pulls me closer to him. Sukuna places his other hand on my arm. "No."

I can make out the movement of a nod. "Good. I don't want to wait." I stand on my toes to meet his lips. "Maybe I should wash off first..." Our mouths brush against each other as he speaks. "I don't care." I close the space between us.

Our kiss is slow, completely opposite of our first kiss. My fingers roam his abdomen. His taste is intoxicating. His touch is ethereal.

One of his hands tangles into my hair. The slow kiss starts to change. Sukuna picks me up and carries me over to the bed.

Before I can reach out to kiss him again his hands grab at my nightgown. He rips it down the middle, completely exposing me to him.

His rough hands are so delicate against my bare skin. He's hesitating. Holding back. "Sukuna." I can make out his face a little better now. "Yes?"

"Don't hold back."

The words trigger something in him I haven't seen before. Sukuna attacks my neck with rough kisses. He yanks my underwear down my legs, discarding it somewhere across the room.

Calloused hands push my thighs apart. I watch as he takes his pants off. My breaths are short and quick. My desperation might actually be equal to his.

I want him.

Sukuna pulls me up. He sits down where I was lying and guides me onto his lap. My thigh brushes against his cock, causing a groan from him.

Anticipation gets the best of me. I take him in my hand and position myself over him. "Just go slow." I ignore his warning and sit down on him.

Sukuna groans out some curses. His hands grip my hips so hard it hurts. The pain is so intense I carefully lean myself forward onto his chest and don't move anymore.

My nails dig into his back desperately. "Good girl, you're so good." Sukuna kisses my neck and shoulder. Occasionally he gently bites at the skin.

His arms hold me so carefully. Gradually, the pain starts to lessen. As it does I make small movements with my hips.

"Lay down."

"What?"

Sukuna shifts me over so I'm back to laying on the mattress. I can feel the blood across my body. It should bother me.

It should bother me...

Instead, the thought slips away, replaced by the awareness of Sukuna pulling my legs around his waist. I sit up on my arms to watch him.

"You should lay down." He mounts my thighs against his hips. I lay back down, staring up at the abyss where the ceiling is.

It sounds like he might be talking but I can't make out any words. Before I get the chance to ask he thrusts back into me. Pleasure rips through me, forcing strangled moans out of me.

"Ryomen-" The pound of his hips against mine causes a dull ache already. "Don't stop, don't stop." His rhythm is sloppy and harsh. My idea of a first time was always sensual and romantic.

Somehow this is better. Ryomen's version of love is this. His body crashing into mine so desperately. Muttered words falling from his mouth.

"Harder."

"Harder?"

He pulls out abruptly to manhandle me. "Hold onto this." Ryomen turns me around and guides my hand to the headboard. "What about my fingers?"

"Don't worry about it."

His cock slides back into me effortlessly, so slick with my arousal he hardly has to use his hands. I prepare for my fingers to be crushed between the headboard but when the thrusting starts it never comes.

Skin brushes against the back of my arm, drawing my eyes up. Ryomen holds the headboard, his hands just outside of mine.

"Your-"

"Don't worry about it." His demanding tone would usually be intimidating but instead comes off painfully sexy.

My hands grip the headboard, knuckles occasionally brushing the wall.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-" The muttering finally becomes clear in my ear. I love you. Ryomen has been muttering the words 'I love you.'

Sweat builds up in my hairline. The heat of our movements is overwhelming. My legs tremble weakly below me. Despite my body wanting to give out I still want more from him.

"Are you ok?" The wild pace slows to one with more rhythm. "Yes, don't stop." My voice shakes as I force the words out.

Careful kisses are pressed on the crown of my head. "You're so good." My head is draped between my shoulders again. The pleasure is so overwhelming I might pass out.

My nails dig into the headboard to keep my body upright. They start slipping again, forcing me to adjust myself. "If you can't-"

"I'm right there, Ryomen don't stop!" I shout at him. He takes my word, fucking me harder. My moans echo through the room, probably down the hall.

Poor Uraume.

Ryomen grunts with each thrust. The work he's putting in must be exhausting. Moans turn to screams as my body starts to tense. He doesn't falter, slamming his body against mine.

I fall onto the sheets exhausted. My orgasm consumes me completely. The pleasure is so intense I cry out his name. As it comes to an end, Ryomen doesn't stop.

"Roll over for me, doll." I lazily roll onto my back. The sheets stick to my sweat-slicked skin. I wonder what's blood and what's sweat.

"Just a few more minutes, you can take it right?" He coos while spreading my thighs apart. "Yes." My head falls to the side, eyes shut.

Ryomen's finger teases my clit. "I can't-"

"You just said you could." He taunts but moves his hand away. My body twitches below him with each thrust. "Your cunt is so fucking tight."

The wild animalistic fuck has become slow and sensual. He pulls back until only the end of his tip remains in then thrusts until he can't anymore.

"You're so beautiful." His fingers lace into mine carefully. "Oh my god..." The longer he goes on the closer I feel to a second orgasm.

As his cock begins to twitch inside me his pace starts to speed up. It seems like as much as he wants it to be romantic for me he can't help but be rough.

His hand presses mine into the mattress, my legs tremble wildly, and my second orgasm forces noises out of me I didn't know I could make. Ryomen's head lolls between his shoulders. His moans bring a hot blush to my cheeks.

My hand is crushed in his for a moment as he comes and then carefully released. His body collapses next to mine on the bed.

"I love you." I whisper, staring up at the ceiling. Those nights he spent away felt like torture. Not knowing if he was okay...

"I love you too."

We lay in comfortable silence for several minutes. I could fall asleep right now. "I'm going to go draw a bath." A smile tugs at my lips. I'm beyond exhausted and covered in blood.

I guess that's normal for Ryomen Sukuna.

Sorry guys I was feeling too lazy to delete the double spaces :(

[jioneeee]

Late night texting with your ex-boyfriend is never a good idea, but I went ahead anyway. With a sigh, I sent him a 'hi' and anxiously awaited his response. You're probably wondering about this guy. Satoru Gojo, my ex-boyfriend, is more gorgeous than the Greek gods, with bright blue eyes, snow-white hair, a 6'3" muscular frame, and veiny arms.

It was 3 AM, and I had no clue why I texted him after three months apart.

Maybe I just missed his presence. We didn't break up because of cheating; it was more complicated than that. I nervously chewed my lip, knowing he was awake-he never slept, always staying up to protect me. I shuddered at the thought of him protecting someone else now. When my phone finally dinged, it was Gojo with a simple

'hi.'

We exchanged texts:

Me: Why are you up?

Gojo: I can ask you the same thing too, y'know?

Me: I couldn't sleep.

Gojo: Really? Maybe we should do something about that then.

Me: Are you with someone?

I didn't know why I asked that.

Jealousy, maybe? The thought of him with someone else churned my insides.

Gojo: No, why do you ask?

Me: Just wanted to make sure I'm not disturbing you.

Goio: You know you can never disturb me, love.

There it was-the nickname he used when we were together. I sighed, then another message came in.

Gojo: You said you can't sleep. I have an idea.

Me: Enlighten me.

Gojo: Take off your shirt.

I widened my eyes at his response.

Why would he want that?

Me: What? Why?

Gojo: Be a good girl and do what I say without questioning me.

I hated how much control he still had over me, but I did as he said, now bare from the waist up.

Me: ...I did

Gojo: Always so obedient. My sweet little princess.

I blushed and clenched my thighs together. What has this man done to me?

Gojo: What happened princess? Cat got your tongue?

Me: No, I just didn't expect you to reply to me that way.

Gojo: What way, princess? I didn't say anything out of ordinary.

I could feel his smug smirk through the screen.

Me: Shut up.

Gojo: Now that's not a nice way to talk to someone. Keep in mind that actions have consequences, princess.

I smirked. If he wanted to tease and play games, I was ready.

Me: What are you gonna do? Come over and knock this attitude out of me?

Gojo: Don't tempt me, princess. You might not be able to handle me if I did that.

Me: You're delusional. I'm a tough girl.

Of course I know how to handle people like you.

Gojo: Oh yeah? Let's see what that mouth of yours will say once I'm over there and fuck each of your bratty attitudes out of you.

I blushed. Maybe I wanted him to come over and do just that.

Me: All your tongue does is ramble stupid things. You know you can never do that.

Gojo: You're playing with fire here, princess. Once I'm there, my tongue is gonna show how much more it can do than just ramble.

Me: Pfft, as if. We both know you don't have the guts to actually do that.

Gojo: You know what, I'm done talking.

He went offline. I panicked, worried I had gone too far and upset him. Ten minutes later, there were knocks on my door. At nearly 3:30 AM, I opened it to find Gojo. He grabbed my neck, pushing me inside and trapping me against the wall. His blue eyes bore into mine, his grip tight.

"What happened, princess? Cat got your tongue again?" he smirked, noticing my reaction.

He spread my legs with his knee and whispered, "You thought I'd let you get away with this? Speak up, kitten." His new nickname turned me on.

"What are you doing here?" | managed to ask.

"I'm here to prove l'm the real winner of this game and to claim you as mine again. By the time I'm done, all you'll think about is me," he whispered, lifting me and carrying me to my bedroom.

He laid me gently on the bed, his hands tracing familiar paths down my body, igniting every nerve with a touch that was both demanding and tender.

His lips followed the same trail, leaving me breathless and yearning. The room seemed to pulse with the intensity of the moment, every sense heightened, every touch electric.

As he kissed me, his lips moved from my mouth to my neck, and I couldn't help but arch into him, a soft moan escaping my lips. He smiled against my skin, his hands exploring, reminding me just how well he knew my body. I tugged at his shirt, and he obliged, tossing it aside before pulling me closer.

His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, "Still think I only ramble stupid things?" | shook my head, too caught up in the sensation to respond with words. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.

The night stretched on, a blur of heated kisses and tangled limbs. He took his time, every movement deliberate, every touch designed to drive me to the edge. And when he finally whispered my name, it felt like a promise, a reminder of everything we once had and everything we could still be.

In the aftermath, as we lay entwined, the world outside seemed distant and unimportant. For now, there was only us, and the lingering echo of his touch on my skin.

[lauvwar-r]

05 from the start ⸝⸝ antiseptic memories

tw. . . minor mentions of blood (sorry guys :')

you fell silent. im going to jump off these fucking stairs i swear.

fortunately, you quickly arrive at the school's infirmary, the tissue in hand (which gepard lent you along the way) already soaked in scarlet.

"this kinda reminds me of high school right, name? you used to go to the nurse's office all the time."

the infirmary is somewhat similar to the one you used to frequently visit when you were younger: creamy white walls, neatly lined tables with scattered computers, medical records decorating shelves, two single beds (one which you gladly hop on) with a blue curtain as a divider and the familiar stench of a shit ton of antiseptic. however, it did lack the cranky school nurse who used to constantly berate you for your 'reckless' behaviour.

"hey! it's not my fault serval nearly killed me with a hacksaw!" you argued. i think i get my 'reckless' behaviour from her.

"didn't you want to see if she could hit a target with it like an axe thrower?"

"don't tell me you weren't curious too!"

you hear a goofy snort from near the counter. "maybe..." you use a hand to cover your idiotic grin.

with a wet cloth in hand, he handles yours, wiping away at the remaining dried blood and dirt. he was so gentle too, your skin flushing at the tender attention and focused gaze, as if he was tending to something precious like a jeweller to a gem — or a florist to flowers. of course, you were anything but delicate with that roguish attitude of yours.

regardless, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"hold this cloth for me will you? make sure to maintain pressure on the wounds to prevent anymore bleeding." gepard instructs, heading over to the medical cabinet to search for a bandage roll.

"alright, alright. but you know, i could've done this myself..."

"but i want to," he interrupts, "it's only natural that i do."

naturally, for the ever-so righteous and caring student council member gepard landau, right? if it was pela, she'd throw a bandage at you and call you stupid for getting hurt in the first place.

"ah there it is." he grabs a roll from the top shelf, taking your hand to wrap the bandage slowly around your palm, making sure to avoid wrapping it too tightly to your liking — just like he's used to. his actions are warm but his colder, almost frustrated expression from earlier returned to him. your heart stirs a little.

"i wished you cherished yourself a little more, though..." he quietly mumbles. but you definitely heard him.

"..."

please don't make me more delusional than i already am, gepard.

"anyway...im sorry i wasted your time. we even left our drinks at the library" you whispered, opting to stare at the floor instead of him.

"it's not your fault, name." he reassured, "your health comes first. we can just meet up another time."

"how about tomorrow after your meeting? i'll pay for the coffee this time." you tempt instead of letting out an 'agonising' scream at his remark. at this, his ocean eyes soften, a grin spreading back onto his face.

"sure. for you, i'll be there any time."

MASTERLIST ⸝⸝ previous! ⸝⸝ next!

𑁤 sypnosis. despite claiming to be 'rizz master 3000' name has failed to ask out their crush and childhood best friend, gepard, for a few years (L). with this new wave of courage, will this lovestruck idiot be able to confess before gepard buys a house and adopts 3 cats and a bunny with someone else? (this is a joke. geppie will not be adopting 3 cats and a bunny).

notes. . . as of the time in writing this note, i had completed my first escape room (yipeee)! i'm not that smart tho so we took a long time but i still had fun :) 8/10

. . .tags @520cafe , @kitsuxiv , @91ed0 , @iridescentsunsetwaters, @yevene, @aestellia

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: Girl PLEASEEEE😭😭😭

• Bae I kinda don’t care lolz let’s kiss please.

• Sienna Idgaf what you THINK I should be doing with Oakley! I THINK you should leave the villa and go to a salon cuz that hair ain’t doing you no type of favors😐

• Outfit time!

• This just oozes sex like yassss!

• BOY I JUST SAID I DONT CARE RIP THIS LINGERIE OFF MY BODY AND FUCK ME!!!

• Claudia is so done with everyone I’m cryingggg.

• First Liam and Kyle, now Liam and Hari christ almighty you niggas is GAY this season!

• Girl maybe cuz he ain’t wanna wake up to see yo ass in this damn floral nightgown from JCPenny?

• They got Shawn up in this mf talking bout some “mate” girl he is from ATLANTA. We don’t talk like that down South!

• Are you ready to die Liam?

• Everyone backing me up against this loser. See when you’re that girl!

• Claudia x Bea when?

• Luna your “default reaction” to avoid accountability being to throw your friends under the bus is not good niece…let’s unpack that.

• “Next time we kiss, I want us to be coupled up.” boy please!🤣🤣🤣

• So I also decided to marry Oak and use my pie on him…am I down bad? Yeah. Do I give a fuck? Nope! Also I’m not wasting my pie on Liam’s irrelevant ass.

• Oh no! Sienna kissed Shawn! She really got me with that one y’all!

• Ummmm…???

• Not even gonna question it. It’s gonna be some stupid shit anyway.

• Yeah so I lied. FUCK LIAM!

• All that shit Hari just told me I could’ve inferred on my own but aight.

• I didn’t know the definition was “Loser girl constantly pines after crush in a delusional and embarrassing manner.”

• Why is this tea that Jin and Luna are telling me being framed as happening last night but also after SMP? Where the fuck is the timeline going right now???

• Here they go tryna make me the mf couples therapist again🙄🙄🙄

• Oakley eating Shawn up in this argument and Shawn’s only rebuttal is the fact that he’s good at friendships…😭😭😭😭😭

• Uh uh l had to interrupt cuz Ion like how he tryna speak for me insinuating that my head turned in Casa.

• Yet she’s so focused on my nigga??? I hate this fugly ho.

• Outfit time!

• This Swan Lake ass dress help.

• They involving the public so much this season my god I hope them messy bitches are happy.

• Me lying and saying I think Jin and Luna are genuine just so I don’t have to agree with Sienna. I’m so petty😭

• Good thing you don’t get paid for thinking!

• Oak been around me too much cuz why is he so shady likendndjsjams.

• Us just flirting nonstop in the open like this…Shawn just leave atp babe😭😭😭

• Oops🤭

• Now Oakley only trusts me and nobody else yes all according to plan😈🙏🏽

• Oh great I can’t wait for them to try to spin the narrative that either Oakley or I cheated from a 3 second clip from Raunchy Races or some shit.

[sourbinnie]

title -> cenere pair -> ex!wonwoo x gn!reader plot -> the ashes that he once believed would be an eternal flame, are still there as he tries to remember a time where it didn't hurt to look at you. genre -> angst + no happy ending warnings -> reader is kinda bad in this one + drinking + cheating words -> 1665 lowercase intended

puoi cancellare il mio nome

farmi sparire nel fumo

come un pugnale nel cuore

come se fossi nessuno

cenere / lazza

it almost felt like a dagger to the heart the way you were smiling right now as if nothing ever happened between us. seeing you dance in the dark with another guy, moving your hips to the beat, swaying from side to side and losing yourself in the moment. you didn't even notice me standing there. why would you notice me anyways? you didn't pay attention to me in our whole relationship, why would you care right now? it's almost as if i've been a shadow on your life, placing the darkness in your light.

i had no idea what i was doing at this point, how could someone so cruel bring so much out of me? i was delusional, convinced that the good old days would come back. i had you for a moment and you disappeared in the wind like a candle being slowly turned off with a breeze. maybe it was for the best that i lost you, you didn't care about me, you never did. your eyes always told the truth as i tried to read your mind but it was no use. seeing you again was a daydream and a nightmare, for once you were always beautiful, stunning actually. you've never lacked the looks and the brightest of smiles. then the fear approached, the one where i had to see you again and remember every night where i got my heart broken in a different way. i don't want to specify since i don't think it's worth the time of anyone and all my friends already know.

"yeah i don't know what they're doing here either." a voice startled me but at least it pulled me out of my thoughts. it was none other than seungcheol, my good friend, known him since i was 5. "i thought i told mingyu the situation clearly but it looks like he forgot and invited them anyways," he continued and i just nodded but still didn't look away from the pair of arms holding them. it was such a bittersweet feeling seeing your old lover who left you to pick up the pieces in such a romantic way with someone, it almost made me nauseous if i wasn't so proud.

"it's okay, they're allowed to invite whoever they want to at the end of the day." i said and fake smiled, but i knew that it didn't come through and i did not care enough either. "i'm in a debate of whether to go home or get drunk as fuck so i can forget everything & anything right now," i said as pure and honest as i could be.

and that's when it started, the shots, the mixed up drinks, the unknown flavors coming my way. so stupid that i didn't just go home, now i was unstoppable ranting about them. "yeah they left me" "i clearly moved on" "why am i talking about them? well i saw them and thought about this so yeah" "oh shit is that their new man? he's ugly as fuck". i would never say this shit out loud if it wasn't for the liquid courage running through me and the nerve that stroke in me just seeing them wrapped up like they belonged together, like a few months ago we weren't meant for each other.

"okay let's stop with the drinking for a moment 'cause you're going insane right now," jihoon said as he took the bottle from me and i just sighed. yeah he was 100% right and i couldn't deny it to him. he was probably the most rational friend i had between all of these fucking dumbasses but i still felt the crave to do something about these awful feelings invading me.

"i'm gonna talk to them." i said and i swear i felt everyone looking at me, maybe i did really go insane after all. 

"why? it's been months and they've moved on." jeonghan tried to reason with me and as much as i knew he was in the right, every impulse in my body was telling me to get up and go. do a scene in the middle of the party maybe? to shame them? to put them on blast? okay maybe not so much. but i was still gonna talk to them, some way and somehow.

"i just wanna see how they're doing." i said and it wasn't a lie but it wasn't the truth either. "listen i know it's fucking stupid but why would they come to my best friend's party expecting not to see me hm?" i asked and raised an eyebrow waiting for an answer while i was met with pure silence. "also i am done with everyone trying to look out for me, i am okay i think? or i'm trying to be".

i said those words and left to catch my breath outside. the cold air hitting me immediately but i still felt better than being trapped right there with everyone judging me for every decision i make like it was my fault that i ended up in the place that i was. 

"wonwoo?" their voice was so sweet and i knew the concern was purely fake but oh god did i miss everything. i was waiting for another stab in the heart, wasn't i? for them to erase me like i was nothing again.

"(y/n) hi." i responded and my fake smile met their real smile. "long time no see huh?" i said like i haven't been counting the months, the days, the hours like a lunatic. 

"yeah it's been a couple of months right? i still have to send your stuff i'm sorry." they apologized but i didn't even remember they were holding onto some of my stuff in their apartment. i was weak to the knees for them and i was really hoping that we wouldn't talk about the break up but what else was i looking for then if not an answer? what did i want from them? closure? hell no. 

"i don't really care, you can keep it." i mumbled as i tried to compose myself from all the sudden thoughts i was having about us or what used to be us or what i would've wanted to be us. "how you been?" i asked genuinely and looked them in the eyes for the first time since i got out.

"could've been better but overall trying to hold on you know?" they said, smiling politely, i just nodded as i whispered "same" and saw how they got closer to me. their eyes never leaving me, it almost felt like i had something on my face the way they were staring. "i hope things get better for you, not gonna lie to you though it's been going down since we broke up..."

i did not expect that in any way, shape or form. i just looked confused, perplexed, waiting for an answer but i knew i had to ask first before i got that.

"how so? you left remember?" maybe not that kind of question, as harsh as i sounded i knew i had to get to the point before i lost my mind. 

"i did but that doesn't mean i wanted to." they responded and that only made me even more confused than i was. trying to sober up for the talk we were having. "so many things happened and i know i fucked up quite a lot, distancing myself, being petty, saying things i didn't mean to but overrall just thinking it was okay to cross the line with you," that's when all the memories came floating back like they were in the air, like polaroids drifting through me. 

"it's way more than that (y/n), you played with me, my feelings and my state of mind," i said honestly, a bit too brutal for but at least it was me expressing how i felt. "i just wanted you and you wanted everyone else, i cannot explain how you made me feel because i don't want to go through that again, god i still fucking want you and i fucking hate myself for it." i said, shocking myself and biting my lip to not let any more stupid words out.

"i know, i know you deserve better, that's why this is not a speech for you to take me back but one for you to let go." they said and i looked at them again, expecting for this to be a prank but they could never lie to me, they're terrible at lying. "mingyu invited me and said i should talk to you, i should've approached you earlier but my boyfriend insisted that i should wait and-".

"boyfriend?" i asked.

"yeah he's the one i was with, jaehyun is his name." they muttered almost as if they were feeling guilty for telling me that they were dating someone while i just admitted how i felt. "wonwoo... i'm sorry, i fucked up and i really wanted to stay friends with you but everything passed by so fast, you blocked me, you gave me my things, i tried explaining a million times but you just wouldn't listen to me, to how i felt":

"why should i have? huh?" i asked and laughed bitterly, it's almost as if they couldn't understand the hurt that they've done in the process. "you care so much about yourself it's unbelievable, you understand that what you did was crossing the line yet you expect me to understand how you felt when you left me hanging for so long? when you decided to play with my feelings? when you are now with the guy who you kissed that night while we were still together?" i couldn't stop shaking my head, it was a habit at this point. the weight on my heart felt like it was crumbling as i looked at them one last time.

"have a good life (y/n), don't come looking for me ever again".

[sunsteps]

ops and hcs on hualian idol au. also i adore ur writing and want it injected into my bone marrow

firstly, thank you. this is one of the best compliments i have ever gotten for my writing and i would like to eat it

secondly, i literally spent like 5 mins trying to figure out what ops and hcs means but i am going to assume it means opinions and headcanons??? consulted my friend and she also said opinions and headcanons so we are going to go with that. if it doesn’t mean that then this is going to be really embarrassing BUT.

i actually have like. 3 hualian idol au wips buried somewhere in my gdocs. maybe one day i will complete them but in the mean time here are some of my. ops and hcs:

- i had an idol au a few years ago where hua cheng is in a group with feng xin, mu qing, and he xuan, and i still think that’s so fucking funny. i just dug through my gdocs and found the 1 page i wrote of it back in september 2021:

- alternatively i think having all 4 calamities in an idol group is also equally hilarious. and then another group is xianle trio. sqx and swd an idol duo. OR three tumors are a group and sqx a solo idol.

- alternatively xianle trio group and huaxuan duo because i am crazy and predictable.

- idk if this counts but i have another wip from february 2021 where xie lian works at a convenience store and is a fan of hua cheng the idol. like SUCH a big fan. he goes broke to buy all the merch, knows of him from the predebut days, attends every concert albeit his nosebleed seats, etc etc. and then one day hua cheng walks into the store in like a mask and stuff and immediately falls in love with the pretty cashier and stuff. u know how hualian goes. anyways i also found the 1 page of this au i had written:

oh my god ok so i actually had more of this au dumped in my dms with bella (astrocosmos on ao3). so fxmq are xl’s besties in this au and they are both secretly big fans of hua cheng even tho they would rather die than admit that out loud. one day they all accidentally meet in the merch line at one of hua cheng’s concerts and all hell breaks loose. 

fxmq: [fighting in the merch line] xie lian walking up to them out of nowhere: do you guys think i should get the ghost city era picket or the paradise manor era picket? fxmq, immediately: OBVIOUSLY GHOST CITY—wait, XIE LIAN?!?!?!!?!?! xie lian: [smiling serenely] hello guys

MOVING ON

- hualian idol au where xianle trio are an idol group and hua cheng literally comes to EVERY SINGLE ONE of their fansigns, buys a SHIT ton of albums to make sure he gets in every time, and at the actual fansign he just completely ignores fx and mq and instead spends the entire time complimenting xl and showering him with presents, etc etc. xie lian’s company literally has to enforce a No Gifts At Fansigns rule bc of hua cheng. fx and mq thinks that he is the creepiest thing on the planet. there are whole subgroups of netizens who HATE hc and think he’s really creepy bc he’s ALWAYS around xl. meanwhile xl thinks hc is the cutest person ever and is in love with him. yeah.

- hualian idol au with solo idols xie lian and hua cheng and their fanbases HATE each other. think armys and blinks. engenes and teumes. i can’t really think of any more but u get the idea. meanwhile xl and hc are dating LMAOOO

- ok that ^ but imagine like a socmed/twt au where like. this random twt account starts getting really popular and they are like hualian shippers and both of xl and hc’s fanbases make fun of them all the time and it’s literally the only thing the two groups ever agree on: that this random acc is stupid af and completely delusional. THEN ONE DAY the admin of the acc posts a selfie and guess what. it’s hua cheng. and then xl replies to the selfie from his very real main twitter account and the internet just goes fucking bonkers

i am sorry this is literally a whole dump of aus and thoughts for no reason but. yeah. those are all the ops and hcs i can think of right now!!!!!!! thank u for asking me this question and giving me an excuse to ramble about hualian. <3 hope you are having a lovely day <3

[ftmcutiepie]

Answering All The Questions From "Ask Game For FTMs <3" Because I'm A Needy Filthy Slut

I'm an attention whore! I love letting internet strangers know intimate details about me, it gets my girly pussy so wet.

And while I appreciate every single ask I got so far - thank you to everyone who sent one (or two) - that didn't cover all of them so here we go.

Do you have large labia or small labia?

Uhhh not sure what to compare it to? My labia minora are bigger than my labia majora lol if that helps paint a picture?

How high is your cervix? Can you touch it?

Too high for me to touch🥺

How large is your clitoris?

I don't have anything to actually measure it rn so I have to guess.

When not aroused I'd say it's... less than one inch. God I feel pathetic even typing that out😖 In the metric system I'd say it's a bit more than one 1cm that feels like more of an accomplishment. But that's still less than one inch which is. Humbling.

Aroused it's a bit more than 2cm I think. Still less than 1 inch😖 It's embarrassing I thought any one would care about the difference. It's still so tiny and girly it's pathetic🥺

How wet is your vulva on average?

Very wet. Wetter when I'm edging and not cumming. Even wetter when I'm no touch.

How big are your breasts?

Like I said before. Small. Idk the cup size.

But I wish I could get implants to make them bigger🥺

Maybe too big to bind even so I can never hide what I really am. Give real men, lesbians and other ftm girls something to play and torture me with <3

How many kids do you think your husband will want?

My stupid little bimbo brain is a bit confused by this question. Who is this imaginary future husband? Surely I would need to get to know him first to know how many kids he would want?

But in my humble opinion, the ideal state for a confused fakeboy ftm girl to be in / the fastest way to fix us is to keep us permanently pregnant. The second we're done giving birth (or as soon as that's realistically safely possible if that's more your drift) fuck another one into us.

I want my tits to be heavy and swollen with milk, leaking at the most embarrassing of moments. My hips even wider now, undeniably feminine.

And of course, a big belly, proving I'm serving a real man in the most devoted way I can - my letting him fill me with his seed and carrying his children.

Bullet vibes or wands?

I have never tried either, but @aimymisgenderme kindly mansplained the differences to me.

I think I'd choose the bullet vibe because I can shove it inside me my needy pussy🥺

But I also think it could be fun if someone overstimulated me by holding a wand to my clit until I cry😳

Have you ever rimmed a man? What about another girl?

Sadly not. But I want to so badly!

Would you lick another girls vulva if she told you to?

Yes! I want to have lesbian sex so bad🥺

Do you like being spanked?

I love it! Especially having my pussy spanked it hurts so good and makes me kinda dysphoric🥴

What would you cook for a first date?

I really suck at cooking so I would probably go for something easy like pasta or pizza.

What do you look for in a real man?

Not sure what this question is aiming at?

In fantasy, any real man is superior to me and deserves to use my body for his pleasure. I don't deserve to have standards, and I'm a slut desperate for male attention anyways.

More realistically, I want a Dom who gives me guidance and rules and helps me become a better girly slut <3

Are you an undewire girl or a bralette girl?

I only own underwire bras but they tend to get a bit uncomfortable after a while, and most bralettes look more feminine in my opinion and more appropriate for my smaller tits. So as soon as I get a job I'll go shopping for those!

Have you realized you're just a confused girl yet? If so, when did you realize?

Well, getting called a (confused) girl is getting my pussy wet, and my pussy doesn't lie, so that must mean I'm a girl, right?

But sometimes I still get dysphoric delusional and get silly ideas in my head about being a boy.

But @aimymisgenderme is helping me work through that, setting me straight and fixing me! Sir is helping me become a good girl again and I'll be forever grateful for his hard work <3

[lovevalley45]

#fictober23 day 3

"Okay, show me."

original fiction (prelude to #fictober22 prompts 3 & 4)

word count: 601

cw: implied sexual content

“Hey, uh, is it weird to get bitten by a wild animal and not have it heal for a week?”

George put down his phone and glanced over at his friend Terra as she looked in the mirror, sweatshirt hiked up to look at her side. 

“When the hell did you get bitten by a wild animal?”

“Remember that cute girl, Lindsey? She wanted to go on a camping date, you know, fuck in the woods or something,” Terra said. 

He raised his eyebrows. “And not just enjoy the great outdoors like a normal person?”

“I mean, fucking in the woods is enjoying the great outdoors, right,” she asked. “Anyways, I was walking back from the showers, ‘cause things got messy, and she fell asleep like right after, and this big wolf lunged at me and attacked me. It only got in a nibble, but-”

George stood up. Terra was definitely one of his wilder friends; the 3 AM phone calls he frequently received made an interesting list of secondhand stories. But this was a new level of wild for her. 

“What do you mean ‘a wolf lunged at you and attacked you’?”

Terra shrugged. “Like I said. A little.” She looked back down at her side. “Though, seriously, dude, I do not think this is healing right.”

He sighed. “Okay, show me.”

She pulled her sweatshirt down and came over. “I mean, it’s kinda gnarly.”

“Just let me see.” George tugged her sweatshirt up and couldn’t help his wince. There was no blood or scabbing, but the deep teeth marks were still imprinted in her skin. “Did you go see a doctor about this?”

Shaking her head, Terra said, “I tried to tell the park ranger guy, but he said there aren’t any wolves in this area. Basically thought I was delusional.”

“Did you try showing him the massive teeth marks in your skin?” George asked. 

“Well, no, because I would have had to flash him,” she replied. 

He buried his face into his hands. “You have to be kidding me.”

“I mean, I feel fine. Maybe a little more carnivorous. I had a really big craving for beef today, but maybe I’m just low on iron. And my silver bracelet was really itching me last night.”

Sitting forward, he asked her, “When did you go camping?” 

“It was last week. Five days ago, maybe,” Terra answered. 

George picked his phone back up, googling lunar calendar. Werewolves weren’t real, right? They couldn’t be. 

“Five days ago. Full moon,” he told her. “Did that wolf look… anthropomorphic?”

“Do you think some guy in a fursuit bit me?”

“Terra.”

She crossed her arms. “I don’t know. It was dark, and I was just trying to get back to the campground. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t even stay, I just left and ghosted Lindsey.”

Tucking his phone back in his pocket, George laid a hand on her arm. “Well, I don’t think you can just pretend it didn’t happen.”

Terra met his eyes, slightly shining with the warning signs of full on crying. “You think it was a werewolf, don’t you?”

“I don’t wanna sound crazy here, but I was thinking it,” George admitted. “Either way, it sounds way worse than you wanna admit.”

She bit her lip. “It really shook me up. And that’s why I didn’t want to tell you, but this stupid bite mark won’t heal.” 

“Come here.” He pulled her into a hug. “Even if you turn into a werewolf, I’ll always be there for you.”

Terra laughed. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

[mandysxmuses]

Cuddles, for Jemand, Todd, Renee and Coda.

Cuddles: Have you ever stayed in a bad relationship despite knowing it was bad? And why?

"Y'know, uh, there's been a lot of these, for me. I'm gonna stick to just the romantic ones since I'm assuming that's what this is talking about anyway and it just makes things less complicated, but... like..."

He shrugs anxiously.

"I don't think anybody willingly goes into a relationship hoping it doesn't work out. You want it to work, you want to have that person who.. completes you, who loves you as you are, no matter what, and so when you realize something is bad, you.. hope you can change it, somehow. You hope things change because even when it's all going wrong, and everything's screaming at you that it won't, you're... special. And things changing will prove you are. And it'll prove you're great, and... yeah."

--

"Uhh... yeah. There's... been a few ways I've rationalized it to myself, too, like... y'know. I'm a piece of shit anyway, so I deserve to be treated like shit -- I still believe that one. That one's actually accurate, not even really rationalizing. Uh-- and then I feel bad for the person because I'm also a piece of shit, and then I get to thinking I'm a bigger one by comparison. And -- well, there's always that stupid bit of fucking hope that tells me things are gonna get better at some point. That I'll actually be treated like a friend at some point. Or maybe, at some point between all the being treated like fucking garbage, I'll have taken enough punishment to deserve that. But it's -- it's only me, you know? I'm not fucking delusional, you know; I'm not good. I can't be good."

--

"No? I don't really do the whole dating thing. And I don't have that many friends, and I'm only friends with people I'm sure won't put me through bullshit. Even my friendship with Niemand was never really toxic, at least until he decided to be an idiot and fucking murder the people he was supposed to take care of. So I'm done with him. And y'know, Vergess, obviously that's not toxic. He's a sweetheart."

--

"See, for one thing, I don't associate with people for the most part. Don't like to. Hell's... hell. People have.. fucking died because of me. But -- the relationships I am in that are toxic? I literally can't leave. I'm fucking stuck with these people. I never wanted to meet 'em but I did anyway and now I'm stuck with 'em."

[ventblockeddiary]

My life was already over before I was even born. And now I'm forced to live in a purgatory for however many depressing years I have left (r/offmychest)

Meant to post this on r/offmychest but ironically my post kept getting marked as spam and removed. Anyway.

This is probably going to be a really long post, and I dont really expect anyone to read it all the way through or anything, I think i just need to get this off my chest because i've been feeling this heavy crap for years but i dont think even once that i've sit down and ever wrote it out. and i think i want to, even if it wont help. and if i get dramatic with this im very sorry, it might be cringe lol but i tend to be very dramatic so just ignore that if you read it

I always knew I didn't belong to my immediate surroundings. I was never like my family, or even my bestest, closest friends. Everyone was so different to me. For context, even though I hate saying it out loud/admitting it to the world, I was unlucky enough to be born into an asian household (and not the better, superior asians, either. Im sure you understand what I mean.) and to make it worse, I was born under an abusive, narcissist man of "religion". (cult.)

I love God but He doesn't love me back. I don't blame Him either, I'm repulsive and evil and disobedient. I don't deserve His love or His grace when I am every single thing He hates. Maybe thats why Im being punished. Maybe He knew I was always going to turn out like this, so ever since I was born I've been subjected to nothing but horror and grief and nothing else. nothing else.

I wish i could articulate everything inside me better. this is so fragmented, i know, but i dont even know where to start. I was born on the other side of the world, but I always identified more with the "West"...i know that sounds insane and fucking stupid. But i swear to god, my brain was wired like someone who would grow up *anywhere* but where i was??? my cultural traditions and religious obligations never made sense to me. they were always restrictive. MORE than they should have been. I was always more disturbed by them than my friends, i never managed to connect with anyone because our differences were so vast. While i was thinking of living life free and adventurous, EVERY other person around me, older and younger, were content with the life plans our culture set out for us (married by or around 20, enough kids to be a large family by 28, sitting at home or doing a 'respectable' job)

When i told my best friends, at 11, that i wanted to run away with them and live like roomies in Japan (i was a weeb. embarrasing) they were more grounded in reality and said "well, when we grow up and get married then we can leave our homes for vacations every now and then". but that disgusted me. i didnt want to get married, i didnt want to get old and THEN live my life. I didnt want to go from being one mans property to another mans property. but everyone thought (and still thinks) im insane and "feminist" and a stupid child. i admit that i was delusional...i mean my other friends were more tethered to reality at 11 to know running away from home at our age would be horrible. Why the hell was i so fucking stupicd

When i was younger, romance made me cringe. I was vehemently against shitty romcoms and boring love movies...but i was secretly yearning for it. I didnt realize it then. i realize it now. I made big shows of disgust at anything remotely romantic or lovey dovey, but i think i was craving it more than i let on.

so, the man i was born under, he's extremely....well. sexist and misogynistic and he looks weirdly at VERY young girls. he wouldnt mind ruining someone elses daughter, and he projected that on us i guess. because let me tell you this. I have never left the house alone. I have never been without "supervision". I have never gone to a gender mixed school, he always found the shittiest organizations with girls-only schools and made every. single. fucking. decision for me. I didnt even get the OPPURTUNITY to rebel. To make my own decisions. I wasnt allowed to go out. I wasnt allowed to dress in anything but the crap he and my mom picked. Covered head to toe. I felt disgusted with myself. My mom was disgusted by my rapidly develping body. I think i developed so fast because im disgusting and i was a perverted kid, so i made myself grow way too fucking early. I dont even know why I was so fucking perverted. I think its genetic, because you CAN inherit stuff like that, and since the man i was born under was a disgusting perverted SOB, I got his ugly, defected genes. And i didnt know all this about him until i was 20 i think, because before that we all thought he was super religious and super anti-women, but then we found out he was cheating on my mom with multiple young girls, too many to count. And he told her youre old and disgusting now when hes MUCH older than her. He said 14 year old girls are better. my mom almost went insane with disgust and shame. i had to hold her back from wrekcing her own head.

I dont even know what the hell Im saying anymore. I dont know how to articulate this.

I am 22 now. turning 23 this year. Every birthday is fucking depressing because i realize he stole my teenage years from me, and now hes stealing the last few years of youth i have left. and then what? i'll be married off, wont i? to some ugly man who may or may not be a closeted freak like all of them turn out to be. my mom screams at me, "this is the only way you can get your freedom"

because shes been injected with the same religion's cult-ish ideas. My family is stifling me. The idea that i will never make it out of their clutches makes me want to just. i cant do this anymore.

i wanted to fucking go to uni abroad. after my high school i wasted TWO fucking years tryng to pray and manifest going abroad, escaping this hell hole, gaining some fucking FREEDOM. but i was a fucking fool and i wasted two fucking years in which i got incredibly depressed and my mother always brings up how i wasted two entire fucking years before they forced me to go to the all-girls university i did NOT WANT TO GO TO. They ruined my fucking life by sending me there. This univeristy is more like a fucking school, i cant explain it to you, in fact theyre more strict on girls than they were on us back in fucking SCHOOL. but im almost done. i wasted 3.5 years here. ha.

now my younger brother finished his high school, and everyones talking about sending him to the uk or something :) because hes a boy. my mom is so supportive of it. she would never support me going on my own. i listen to them sit around and talking and it makes me want to.

dont get me wrong. im happy for him. and he worked really hard to get scholarships. I was a r who could barely fucntion so i failed my entire way through high school. he got straight As. he worked for it. he deserves it. But ofc the man we were born under doesnt want him to go. hes the only one. He said to my mom "None of them are ever going to escape my control. Just you see."

He likes seeing us being held back. Makes sense why he runed all our potential and put us in cages.

Theres a lot more.

Theres so much more, about my body, about my limited, closed-off 'friendships', about my own faults, about this damn passport that i want to burn. But i cant put it here. I dont know how to articulate it.

I hate myself so much. Its not just his fault, its my fault too.

Sometimes I think about the multiverse, and I hope to god its real. Because that means that somewhere out there, I exist, and Im happy. maybe in that world, I'm beautiful, and doing youtube like i wanted to. Maybe Im a great poet and literary writer like I've always wanted to be. Maybe Im in theatre. Maybe I know how to do ballet. Maybe I live open and free and maybe i dont hate myself and maybe i dont want to kill myself every waking hour. Maybe i got lucky enough to be born elsewhere, to have a different stamp on my passport, to not be born into a cult. maybe i get to dress how i want and adhere to my own rules and aesthetic and im not always feeling inferior and watching other poeple live my dreams

i dont want to watch my youth slip away anymore

and my situation is so specific, nobody fucking gets it. i see these lucky people on social media, all around me, even in my personal life. and nobody gets it. if i tell someone all they feel is pity. and i dont want pity.

nobody has any advice for me. because i cant fucking get out of here.

someone i begged to to get me anti depressants so i could at least kill my emotiosn told me "i cant get you those, because theyre meant to be taken for a situation that slowly improves. Your situation isnt changing for the foreseeable future. Realisitically. So you'll just get addicted and i'll have to keep upping the dosage until i cant."

i wasnt born sad. my mom keeps saying "you were such a happy baby". yeah, i laughed, even though he was beating on me and i was constantly aware something was wrong with me because of my perversion. i dont think ive been happy ever since i got an iota of conscience.

i wish i wasnt scared of the afterlife. i wish God hadnt outlawed seeing myselg out of all this.

[butterscotch-candy]

Feels like I want to see my dad.

Have you ever met him?

Nope.

Your mother never talked about him?

She always changes the topic, Well I am fine maybe it was not a good memory for her. Anyway, I kinda love my surname, that's pretty cool.

Having a father is not always a good thing anyway.

Do you believe Greek Gods exist?

Nope.

I do, you know, oh you see me, Dave? I am good with water. I am the best swimmer among all of the students in my grade. And when I am out, it rains all the time. Are you aware?

Sometimes it happens, but what's the point?

It's a fucking clue! What if my father is one of the Greek Gods, Poseidon, God of the sea and water? That means I am Percy Jackson's brother. Percy lives in Manhattan, so do I.

So you think your father is Poseidon because you never met him and your mother also never talked about him?

That's what happens with Percy Jackson.

Percy remembers meeting him.

Well, maybe I did remember, but now I forgot.

That's not what remember means.

Maybe Percy is just delusional.

My parents never cared about me either, Well, it makes sense now, I think I am not theirs. Maybe I am a son of Aphrodite.

What? You think you are super handsome huh?

If you can choose your father then maybe I can choose mine too.

If that matters, I prefer my mother to be Athena, better be a young wise pretty boy with a good instinct for fighting than a weird boy with water.

Then don't think about it anymore, if your mother doesn't want you to know about your father maybe he is just an asshole like mine. Don't have to be very disappointed because you are not the only person who has bad luck in family matters.

Fuck you, Dave. Oh, see, it's raining again, my father might be hearing us.

Stupid. Let's go.

[indigo474]

11423-

I met a man.He seems nice- i'm going to try and not think too much about this. I deserve to be happy and have fun. I fucking deserve to be happy and have fun and that is what i am going to do!

my car , Luigi, decided to act stupid and now i'm driving a rental. A prius-the same car X got for his baby Mama. Newer of course- i would never buy a prius. I HAVE to go into work- I have meetings on Monday. LOL- i NEVER thought I would have meetings to go to- OMG .. Crazy - I still can't believe it- my life-

So anyway, this man seems somewhat self aware. He talked a lot but also asked me questions about myself. I'm a good listener so i understand why people talk a lot when they are around me- he asked me questions about myself - we had a nice time. It felt easy. So YEAH for that. We are meeting tonight- I also like that he came up with a plan and gave me an option of this or that. He may be the jealous type- he mentioned getting off the apps and asked me if im was attracted to my trainer- I'm not. I had to bite my tongue- we were talking about being single and i said i enjoy it- but i would like to find someone-which is the truth- but i do enjoy my life- and i happen to be single- not something a man wants to hear on a date i imagine. I don't like being single because i'm out fucking different men and that would stop if i was in a relationship- i like not having to answer to anyone- i like doing what i want- buying what i want - just doing me. I would love to have one man to have sex with LOL- seriously though. I never had a partner and i don't know how having one could add to my life. I have a lot to learn still- about everything.

I think about HIM every second of every day-still- i tell myself NOT to look at his picture. let it go. I wonder how and why i missed so many opportunities. it is what is is-i have to believe i am where i am suppose to be- doing what i'm suppose to be doing- maybe if i move away from this town- just like me to have that thought- to think i can run away. I wonder if i will always think - your nice but your not him- maybe if i do enough mushrooms i'll be able to erase him from my soul- maybe in another life things will be different- we will be together- i hope he's happy and safe.

I told Marci a small part of my story- more than i really ever shared with anyone but it still equates to a small part. She said i should really think about getting my story out there into the world because she feels it/i could really help someone. I feel the same way but don't know how to go about it. We are going to get together and come up with an action plan. I always had the delusional thought that i was somehow going to change the world- I don't even know what that means really or why i would think it. I'm excited to start thinking about doing something with my story. who knows- maybe i could help someone.

When the announcement went out at work the emails started pouring in- i got a bit emotional reading all the congrats. Was a nice feeling. Its nice to have the weekend off and i think i may start having more free time because of now being on salary and not working all the OT... time to figure out what comes next.