#and im just like. how obsessed do you have to Be...

[mattsnight]

Hide it - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: in which Matt hides his feelings for you, but eventually can’t take it anymore.

Warnings: fluff, cursing,

A/N:

Matt couldn’t hide it any longer. He couldn’t hide his love for you. His feelings were hard to control when you were around. It was sickening. He didn’t say anything about it, because he didn’t want to hurt you or ruin the friendship you guys have. It was too important for, but he also couldn’t stuff his feelings away any longer. He was in love with you and that was a problem.

Every time you hang out with Nick Matt’s in the room. He’s always staring at you, but when you turn to look at him he quickly turns away. You didn’t think much of it, until things changed. Matt started acting weird. He was always stuttering around you and didn’t have proper conversations with you.

You had come to the triplets’ house to make some pictures with Nick. The house was mostly quiet, only soft sounds were heard from Matt’s room. He was most likely playing fortnight. You sat down on the couch, waiting for Nick to return from his room.

“Oh hey y/n..” you suddenly hear a voice say. You look at the figure, it’s Matt. A small smile forms on your face as you wave at him. He freezes at your smile, regretting his decision of coming out of his room. He was already getting nervous at the fact of his crush being infront of him. Suddenly a wave of confidence washes over him. It was now or never. “Y/N i can’t do this anymore.” He says, swallowing.

“Can’t do what?” You ask, looking at him in confusion.

“I-“ he runs his hand through his hair. There’s a moment of silence. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t just say ‘hey im in love with you! Can we make out?’ can he? Another deep breath leaves his mouth as he tries to get himself together. “Fucking hell..” He holds his breath as he looks into your eyes to see any kind of reaction. “Can’t you see how obsessed i am with you?” A surprised sound leaves your mouth. You don’t say anything for a while, surprised by his confession.

“Jesus Y/N, say something please.” He begs. His nervousness gets worse within seconds. Did you hate him now? “I- you like me?” You ask. Realization hits you hard. He actually likes you. Your mind goes blank at the thought, all your thoughts vanishing. He slides both his hands into his pockets, hiding how badly he’s sweating.

“Yes Y/N and im tired of you not noticing! I tried everything to make you look at me, yet it’s not working.” He groans mentally, blaming himself for raising his voice at you. “Sorry… i-“ he starts, but gets cut off when you slam your lips against his. This kiss was everything he needed. Everything he needed to know you had the same feeling about him and it was amazing. It wasn’t passionate, just full of love and desperation.

Your hands slide into his hair, gently pulling at it to get closer. His hands go down your sides, gripping you tightly. You slowly start backing up into a wall, which he does too. Then he pulls back to get some air. You look up into his blue eyes, smiling. He smiles back almost immediately, wiping your hair out of your face. “That was..” he chuckles, still a hit breathless. “So fuckin’ amazing.”

Suddenly you hear a laugh behind you. You turn around to see Nick standing there. He had watched the whole scene and was laughing by it. Matt rolls his eyes, before looking away. “Took you long enough, kid. Will you stop bothering me now you’ve kissed the girl?” Nick smiles, before looking at you. “He wouldn’t stop talking about you. Seriously. It was so tiring.”

A small smile forms on your face. You look at Matt who’s now filled up with embarrassment. “I’ll leave you guys alone. Let’s do the pictures another time, alright?” Nick suggests. You nod, knowing you need time to let this sink in and spend some time with Matt.

This was gonna be great.

no nut november fic 3! I hope yall like this💞 (also i wont be posting as much since i need to learn for assignments and stuff</3)

[professonalarttheclownfan]

Jealous

David x fem!reader

(I am obsessed with this man)

UPDATE-finally got round to editing it and making it a little better in my opinion.

You been hired as a part of the makeup team for the 3rd Terrfier having the first 2 be some of your favourite films, you were stoked beyond words.

The makeup and costuming department was a small due to a smaller budget. So you’d gotten the know the others well. It was the first day on set and you’d yet to meet any of the actors, getting the prosthetics ready, and talking through any final makeup changes with Damien.

You’d been given the golden ticket, working on the man himself, thee art the clown. Due to clashing schedules the cast read through was something you’d had to miss out on, so you really were a newbie. Having been in awe of David since Terrfier came out, getting to be so up close to him was a dream come true.

You’d come to set early to get set up and after talking with Damien, you grabbed your kit, laying out the things you needed and the order you’d use stuff in. Being able to be in the quiet was calming, your nerves were heightened, feeling like you were living in a dream. You were talented, but to be working with the likes of Damien and David had your head spinning.

A light knock pulled you out of your head, it was still slightly early but nothing major, still, the knock surprised you none the less.

“Come in” you called out, pushing your half empty kit bag on the the shelf. You hadn’t realised it was David that had knocked since you were stood with your back still facing the door.

“Thought I’d come say hey” his voice was gentle yet charming, you spun on your heels to face him, your cheeks turning up ward into a bright smile. There he was stood right there, within arms reach. You were taken aback at how truly handsome he was, you knew he was attractive from photos and panel videos but nothing like having him stand in-front of you in the flesh.

“Since you know we’re going to be spending hours a day together. Plus we never got to meet at the cast reading. I was kinda gutted you weren’t there. I love your work, especially that joker piece you did” he continued, letting out a small laugh.

“Hey! yeah, im y/n. It’s actually nice to finally meet you. I was so bummed I had to miss it. Im in shock that you know of my work! But thank you that really means alot!” You answered sticking your hand toward him, he returned the gesture. Gently placing his hand in yours and shaking it. You locked eye contact with the tall man, a blush rose to your cheeks, which in turn caused to look away.

You both clicked instantly, after light flirting and a conversation that seemed to flow like water, it was time to get him in the chair. This man was a charmer, you don’t know how you’d survive the duration of filming, you could already feel yourself gaining feelings for him.

~a couple of months into filming

You’d gotten to know David well, and he you. You two had become kind of inseparable. Finding that you both seemed to gravitate toward each other, even on days that David wasn’t filming you’d usually end up doing something together to get your and his mind off of work for a while. The early mornings and late nights you had together became the best part of the working day for both of you, although doing the makeup and taking the said makeup off was tedious, you and David got the trailer to yourselves and that time was filled with belly laughs and constant chatter between the two of you. Your feelings had developed for David, being around him so much just intensified them.

After filming finished, premiers and cons were beginning. Your name had gotten out there, you’d become as popular as the main cast especially due to all the content fans got from your and David’s outings.

~You’d been invited to a panel, along with David. You’d stood at the side of the stage. You’d never done anything like this before, your anxiety was through the roof, your knees shook as you waited shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You felt a firm squeeze on your shoulder you knew instantly who it was, David. He kept his arm over your shoulders whilst he stood beside you. As if he was magic, he could tell how nervous you were about the whole thing. You appreciated him.

“You’re gonna smash it pretty lady” he whispered to you, pulling you into a hug, he rested his chin on top of your head not letting go until he was called up onto the stage.

It was your turn, you tapped the tip of your middle finger against the pad of your thumb a habit you’d picked up to replace picking at the skin around your fingers when you got anxious, the crowd was far larger then you’d expected. You took the seat next to David, and plopped your self on the chair behind the long table.

The interviewer was pretty, no. Drop dead gorgeous. And you could tell she had eyes for David, you swallowed down the pit you had in your stomach. The flirting was obvious, she batted her lashes, pushed her arms to reveal more of her cleavage, all the text book things. You didn’t hate her, why would you? but you envied that she could probably have David right there and then if she wanted too. You were quiet on the stage, you’d usually be able to keep your anxiety in check and David picked up on this instantly, he hated seeing you struggling, he wanted to hug you, comfort you, but he couldn’t so instead he hooked his pinky finger on to yours under the table, if anything it helped calm him too.

If asked a question you’d answer and thank fans when ever they came up. You were extremely grateful and loved every single one of them, they meant you could be sat were you were today. But due to your inner turmoil you tried your best to stay composed remaining polite and appreciative but quiet. Jealousy bubbled, even though he sat there with his pinky intertwined with yours you’d convinced yourself he only viewed you as a friend, he was a charming beautiful soul, you hated being like this you were a grown adult. But with it mixed in with the shame and the embarrassment, for thinking about David romantically. Why would a man such as himself glance your way, when he was surrounded by such interesting, gorgeous women?

A fan had walked up to the mic situated in the audience, you were away with your thoughts and you hadn’t realised the fan had asked a question directed toward just you, having the majority of fans ask questions primarily for David you hadn’t realised this one was for you. You felt David unlink his pinky with yours and gently place his hand on your wrist, David gave your arm a slight stroke with his thumb to get your attention, offering you a reassuring smile whilst tilting his head ever so slightly toward the fan.

“Hey, Sorry! Could you repeat that? I didn’t quite hear” you smiled at the fan, feeling bad for not listening.

“Of course! hi I’m kay! im such a huge fan of you! So obviously me and the fans want to know what was your favourite thing to do in your down time when you weren’t working on the film? We’ve seen all the photos of your guys days out but I really wanna know!” Kay finished, it was an odd question but a sweet one at that with all the photos circulating of you and the cast hanging out, fans get curious.

“Hmm, probably just catching a film with David and sometimes other cast members every so often! Or me and David would find the BEST takeout places if we were filming in the same location for a while so we’d always get takeout then build Lego sets together. Elliot would join in when he wasn’t too busy too! Me and David also have a shared love of theatre so we’d catch shows together! Especially musicals. I think having down time when filming a project like this is highly important! being around guts and gore is so so fun but day in day out can get tiring”

The fan seemed super happy with the answer you gave, but what you did miss out was any time you spent with David was your favourite when working or not, even when the job load was stressful David made it all feel okay again.

You were desperate to get off of the stage, your emotions were starting to drain you and so was your social battery and thankfully the panel was coming to a finish,

“We want to thank the panel today! to the wonderful David and Y/n!” The lady said, the crowd erupted with applause, you thanked the crowd and left the stage. The interviewer nodded her head toward you as you walked off, you returned the gesture. Once off the stage you turned to wait for David releasing she’d swooped in to give David a goodbye hug, the hug lasted a while, and with that you walked away you needed air.

Mentally beating yourself up for ever thinking there was something special between you and him, surprised at yourself for just walking away, as you’d usually wait for David or vice versa. But you needed a breather. Being in love with this man was too much. Soon as the press and cons were over you’d have to go back to your old life anyway, a life that was a million worlds away from David’s . His new found stardom would mean, you’d soon become just another makeup artist he’s worked with. And it hurt.

You’d managed to make your way outside avoiding the large crowds of horror fans by navigating the labyrinth of corridors in the venue,“Hey, y/n wait up!” David called out to you, you hadn’t realised David was behind you, his tall frame taking large fast steps toward you making his way through the door that was propped open.

“Why’d you speed off? I saw you wait for me off stage for a sec then you vanished. I was gonna ask if you wanted to sneak off and go get coffee, luckily I’d seen you through the window” he smiled down at you once he caught up, your face was flush and red. It’s like you couldn’t even look at him, you’d made your self feel like a child with a one way crush.

“Just needed some air, big crowds, it’s all new to me.” You answered him, you both walked in sync with each other. You allowed yourself to take deep breaths, it was all abit overwhelming. From being around people you now considered family every day, to falling in love, to having to do press and premieres. To knowing it was all going to go back to how it was before again.

“Wanna sit?” He gestured toward a bench, and you obliged. You had seemed to manage to find a quiet haven away from the craziness that was just beyond a wall.

“Y/n, what’s really going on? I know you were anxious but on that stage, it’s like you’d lost your sparkle. And I know for a fact you can handle your anxiety like a badass.” he was so in tuned with people, especially yourself.

“I don’t know, I guess I was in my own head. Which I shouldn’t have been. The fans had come from far and wide. And I sat there, like an idiot” you looked toward your feet, kicking at the dry, dead leaves that lay on the floor.

“well, despite what’s going on in that head. You did well, I could tell you were struggling with something but the fact you got up there and did it anyways. I’m proud of you” he once again smiled at you, nudging you lightly with his shoulder.

“Thank you David, I’m so proud of what we’ve all created. But those crowds dude. They’re intense” you said whilst letting out a long breath,

“Y/n, wanna know something funny, the interviewer slipped her number in my pocket whilst we were leaving the stage! That’s an old school trick if I ever did see one.” He laughed, suddenly the jealousy came bubbling back in your stomach again, you gave a pathetic attempt at a laugh back trying to hide the hurt but failing miserably , you were never an actor.

“Bless her, I’m sure some horror film buff will make her happy” David said as he took the piece of paper out of his pocket and crumpled it in his fist. You looked at him,

“Your not going to text her?” You questioned, genuinely confused.

David looked at you, raising an eyebrow, “Why would I want to text another woman when I’ve got the woman I want right next to me.”

Your eyebrows knit together,

“Y/n, have you not caught on yet? You think I let just anyone paint my nails” he stated, as if the question was rhetorical.

you chuckled, genuine this time, “Yes David, because you’re so sweet if someone asked if they could paint your nails you’d let them” smiling at him, he was a man to be cherished.

“Well that’s besides the point, y/n. I am absolutely crazy about you. Silly. Head over heels or what ever you want to call it. I’m in love with you. And I need to tell you now, before you have to go back, other wise I’d never do it.”

You grabbed his arm, hooking yours onto his, relaxing into the bench and crossing your leg over the other in the process. A smile so wide slapped on your face you’d look manic to anyone walking by.

“Good, because im in love with you too. And thank god, because it means I don’t have to be jealous anymore” you smirked at him, as he turned to look at you, a grin plasters on his face too.

“Jealous nelly are we? I could tell you weren’t fond of that interviewer” he said as he leaned in, to finally kiss you.

[pinkaditty]

Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 3

cliche yeaaa i know we've already discussed this... let me have this...

a/n: no post last night bc last night was U.S. election night. in no uncertain terms i've been going through emotional turmoil as a disabled queer african american living in this hellhole. idk man. im holding out hope that ill make it through the next four years. in the meantime! enjoy this! quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

summary: part 3 of the "Who's Passing NNN?" tokyo debunker thing. for fun id like u 2 guess before u open the rest of the post and comment what u thought. itd be funny 2 me. cw: men jacking off!!!!!!!! MINORS DNI AS USUAL!!!! these things r never proofread i literally spit them out and they're good 2 go.

Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken

(nearly done with sinostra n hotarubi is otw!)

Please respect my boundary. Thank you!

Jabberwock:

Haru Sagara: Fail

Lovingly, he fails. He does not even try for long. He tries a little bit, but the second he gets the itch, it’s all over… If, he can finish his chores first, at least. 

It's a long walk back to Jabberwock from Obscuary. Not that Haru minds, it's just a long walk. It’s dark out, nearly 1am. It wasn’t like him to be out too terribly late, but he trusted Towa had a handle on things, and he was content to relax for a while. The waning crescent moon and sidewalk lamplights illuminate his way home. The stiff, still, crisp and cool night air felt strange against his warm cheeks and neck. He sighs, and his breath is visible in the air, signifying how cold it was.

Usually he’d be speeding home, but he’d drank far too much to be able to do that. The anomalous drinks still left a cloudy, pleasant feeling in his head, though he was still able to walk fine without any stumbling. There was a problem, though. A slight stirring in his abdomen that just wouldn’t go away. It started long before his drinking though, mid-chores. He’d been easily able to tamp if down then, a swath of chores taking up his time and distractions from his dormmates serving him well. But now, he was drunk. His defenses against such sensations has lowered drastically. Each gentle twitch at his pelvic floor sent a surge of feeling through him, to which he’d visibly stiffen and bite his tongue to prevent any damning noises. He could feel his body stir with more heat than before, the warmth snaking down his spine, creeping to the rest of his body, very quickly reaching his already half-hard cock. The walk became pure torture, each stride beginning to feel like a gentle stroke against his hardening length. The building pleasure goes straight to his brain, and he has to stop his stride, panting, supporting himself with his hands on his knees. He feels himself flush at the sight of his cock pressing hard into his pant leg. He straightens his posture and continues on, worrying his lip between his teeth until they turn red.

It’s a long walk back to Jabberwock from Obscuary. He picks up the pace.

Towa Otonashi: Pass

He tries and gets through! He’s mostly obsessed with romance anyway. Physical intimacy typically takes a backseat. Does that mean he doesn’t want romance to blossom into physical intimacy? No, of course not. If anything, he values the buildup.

It’s late, and no classes tomorrow. Towa’s taken up the liberty of watching a movie in his room, one known for being particularly cheesy, with romance bursting at the seams of it. He’s enjoying himself, leaning forward on the bed as he hungrily watches each scene, drinking in the classic love-at-first-sight trope, waiting eagerly for the miraculous buildup.

As expected, the buildup arrives, and the two main characters finally confess to one another. He sighs happily as the characters kiss, leaning back and propping himself up with his hands, ready for the credits to roll. He is surprised, however, when the scene continues to escalate past just kissing. He waits for it to stop, simultaneously mystified and mesmerized, his eyes glued to the screen as the characters move from kissing to groping to undressing. His heart rises to his throat. His breathing picks up and his face becomes flushed. He still doesn’t stop watching, even as he feels his cock stir in response to the scene. He continues watching with baited breath as the scene continues to escalate further. Undressing turns to nude groping and nude groping elicits intense noises from the screen. He feels his cock harden further, and feels himself hesitantly reaching for it, his gaze flicking between the sex scene and his aching cock trapped in his uniform slacks. Before he knows it, he’s covering his mouth with one hand and rubbing his cock at a furious pace, in tandem with the gentle plap plap plap sounds coming from the screen. The sex is so passionate, so romantic, and he finds himself wishing for something similar. It is when the couple’s lips meet at the climax that he climaxes, spilling himself between his fingers and onto the plush sheets of his bed. He trembles, blinking blearily as he surveys his mess, and watching as the couple embrace one another, the love between them palpable. 

Ren Shiranami: Fail

He didn’t try and he wasn’t going to. I mean come on now! This is Ren we’re talking about. He is not holding his own… Not unless it’s ramen or video games, that is.

His sweaty hair sticks to his even sweatier forehead. His eyes are wide and glued to his PC screen. His posture is hunched, his teeth are grinding, and his legs are taut. He cannot lose this game. He continues to repeat that in his head, desperately trying to focus his attention to the buttons underneath his fingers rather than the burning need his stiffened length presented. He cannot lose this game. He cannot lose this game. He cannot lose this game. The second stage of the battle was not going to catch him off-guard this time. Not this time. 

He leans towards the screen, steeling himself after defeating the first-form boss. His cock continues to press eagerly against his sweatpants as though begging for attention, but he willed himself to ignore it, even as the hem of his underwear brushing along his tip threatened to make him lose his composure. 

Finally, the next scene starts. He’s ready, dodging as many attacks as he can and dealing as much damage as possible. At long last, he’s so close, just a few blows away from victory. He’s so close. He feels his cock jump in response to those thoughts, and the fleeting thought of being close to bursting flashes across his mind before he shakes his head harshly and returns to his game. His cock jumps again just as he lands a blow, his tip once again pressing into the hem of his underwear. He cannot continue while ignoring the insistent press. He growls, displeased, and reaches down for a quick readjustment, his hands only leaving the buttons for a moment. Once adjusted, he suppresses a gasp at the feeling and returns his hands to the buttons. Too late. The boss took advantage of his momentary stillness and sliced him in half, prompting the “GAME OVER” screen. 

Ren angrily shoves the controller away from him and buries his head in his hands, peeking down at his twitching cock forming a tent in his sweatpants. 

a/n: i love fictional men suffering!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i imagined ren playing elden ring 4 reference (specifically battling malenia) but ur free 2 imagine whatever lol!

note that, as always, i enjoy likes, comments, and reblogs!! please tell me how much you enjoyed my work! it really means a lot!

ALSO WOOOOO HIT 500 FOLLOWERS! if ur reading this, slide in2 my asks with a prompt idea (please don't expect a response!). i want 2 write some juicy porn with whoever comes 2 mind.

final note that i purposely extended haru's part bc @/aayakashii was looking forward 2 it and i thought her tags were so funny lmfao

[dragonfly0808]

hi i just want to say i LOVE your winx club rewrite series im obsessed !!!!! i finished the first three like a year ago but i found myself coming back and going HOLY SHIT every 5 chapters or so.

i love how you made domino’s fall realistic like having survivors on other planets and the planet in a literal war a few years before it fell. from what i recall in the show it’s as if the witches cursed the planet in one swoop and boom, gone. it’s got to be an intergalactic emergency when the planet literally known for the dragon flame gets its ass kicked 😭

ALSO the writing for Bloom and the Dragon !!!!!! love that intergenerational trauma from her sister and bio parents (i mean it sucks but it makes for a great story lol) again iirc the show didn’t really specify what the ‘dragon flame’ was apart from being a power boost or a slightly different power set.

i’m rambling lol but tldr i love your series !!!! it’s thee shit /pos

thank you so much!!!

I really wanted to make the fall of Domino not just more realistic but also for it to have a very clear impact througtout the story and not just through Bloom’s lens if that makes sense. Like encountering survivors, Solaria and Eraklyon having shrines for Daphne, etc

Also have had so much fun figuring out how to write the Dragon and have it be a creature with a consience and thoughts but not too human cause it’s still like a leviathan, love-craftian, greater-than-life kinda creature

Glad you’ve enjoyed it so far and hope you’ll continue to do so!!!

[starslyt]

Confession of Sin (Impurities that Cannot be Washed away) - C. Lucilfer

WC: 2808

CW: dubious consent, shameless smut, Blasphemy, obsession, fucking in a church, virginity loss, blood mentions, Corruption, abuse of power, masturbation, public humiliation, face fucking, praise and degradation, age gap, breeding, forced pregnancy, sermons and biblical verses

Tags/AN: @cafekitsune (<3), minors for the god himself, do not interact.

only candle light lit the dim place up, it was hot and muggy inside, the smell of burnt wood could be smelled heavily aswell

"how many i help you?" chrollo asked looking at you with a little need and maybe a little want

"forgive me for i have sinned..." you choked out slightly getting on your knees as the man closed his Bible using the rosary to keep this place

——————————————

"hm.." chrollo hummed walking towards you "what are you confessing?" he asked as he stopped infront of her

the way the dress fell against your legs and thighs knowing dressing like a whore in a church wasn't the right thing to do

maybe it was a good thing church was closed today.

chrollo wouldn't want anybody to see him staring Needingly at the dumb girl who didn't notice how he stared at her

he had gotten very fond of you in the 3 minutes you had been standing in his church..at least he wanted to believe it was in that moment

you stayed silent and hesitated earning a slap across the face and your cheeks being grabbed harshly as tears swelled up in your eyes

"im not asking again." chrollo said again "i...i  touched myself...i touched my- ..a-and i liked it." you finally confessed

you wanted to be pure. but you failed at your own promise to yourself and the way chrollo seen it, broke your promise with God. you knew what you did was wrong but you couldn't help it

your fingers traced over your clothed clit in the dead of night as the moon shined on your body from your window. you couldn't even hold in you whimpers and moans of motivation towards yourself as you looked in the mirror which was right between your legs holding that deadly eye contact with yourself

you hadn't been touched like that in the many years you had been on this earth, you wanted that contact, you desperately craved it

your fingers wrapped around your own panties and pulled them down but you didn't take your eyes off yourself thinking the girl in the mirror was quite beautiful and stunning. you hoping that maybe you could fulfill those sinful desires of yours

licking two of your fingers with properly groomed nails that weren't too long but not short either, you rubbed your clit

the pleasure you felt was electric and erotic, you let out lewd moans and whimpers which were loud since you were so sensitive from pent up frustration and neglect

your pussy was glistening with the wetness you had previously and now mixed with your own salvia

it was so pretty. A gorgeous sight to see indeed. you were so tight and tiny. it was puffy and swollen from the years of neglect. there it was aching for any touch it could find

you held your lips apart with one hand and used your thumb on the other hand to rub that sensitive place

your bedroom would be filled with little babbles as your head was flooded with nothing but the pleasure as you begged and praised someone who wasn't there.

"p-please.. i-i wanna cum, i'll be s-such a good girl-"

who were you talking to? absolutely nobody but, who did you have in mind?

Chrollo. And only him. He were the reason for such sinful behavior from you. He struck something inside you.

He were the reason you were coming a such a siner. The way he'd give you looks when you was in the crowd, the way he would act like such a pervert towards you made him irresistible to you

"i-i wanna cum for you.." you whimpered out as your legs shook and your juices flowed out of you like the River of Eden as you cried from the pleasure

you couldn't handle the pleasure that was given from the orgasm you gave yourself in only 5 minutes

your liquids just didn't stop flowing out, you were overwhelmed. shaking. crying. and begging for it to stop but deep down you didn't want it to stop

you longed for the intense pleasure of having an orgasm but you cared about your relationship with God more than that.

your body couldn't handle the intensity of the pleasure therefore, you accidentally overstimmed yourself

"you're a sinner. nothing but a dirty lowlife." chrollo said forcing your chin out his hand harshly as it turned to the side

"who were you thinking about when you were playing with that pussy of yours darling?" he asked you as he snaked his hand under your dress rubbing straight on the sensitive clit if yours which made you tremble a little

"....you sir." you said melting into chrollo’s touch as his thoughts were correct, you had fallen for his game "such a dirty whore. You're so wet darling" Chrollo degraded you. you couldn't help but let that feeling move straight to your cunt

"O Almighty God,..." chrollo started to say as he unbuckled his pants and forcing you on your knees to suck his dick. his cock spring out as chrollo looked down at you with a little smirk letting his eyes say all the words he needed to say

you immediately engulfed his huge cock. you gagged and choked out and let out little whimpers as tears fell out of your eyes. He felt sorrow for you. you had never felt the pleasure you wanted to feel. you wanted to feel something so far inside you that you saw stars

To feel something so far down your throat that you gagged and cried. to have something fill your mouth with such bitter,salty taste

chrollo let out low grunts as he pushed himself down your throat as you chocked and gagged more but you wanted to make him proud

"merciful Father,.." he started again "look at you taking my dick like good slut. You look so pretty" he praised as he pushed himself deeper as more tears fell down your pretty cheeks

chrollo could feel your teeth grazing on his veins but it only added to the cuteness of seeing you struggle with such a big cock down your throat

"C'mon baby, can't you do something right? I can feel your teeth on my cock sweetie. You're not supposed to use your teeth. You can't be that fucking stupid darling"

"You can't think that this is enough can you? This is such a piss poor job, here let me help you. My dumb girl" chrollo said as he opened your mouth wider as he pushed himself even deeper down your throat

chrollo was pushing limits but he didn't care "see? It's not that hard to please me princess. God you're adorable" your pretty sparkly eyes still gleamed in faltering innocence

Even with a cock so far down your throat you couldn't breathe properly anymore and that was when chrollo knew he was in love— obsessed with you risking air just to please him without complaining

"fu- 'm gonna cum pretty baby, be a good girl and swallow it- wait, you don't have a choice" chrollo laughed sadistic as he came down you throat. you soon felt him come out with a 'pop' from your lips

your head had been deprived of oxygen for so long that your head was spinning and was seeing double. you felt the boy grab your hand and walk over to the podium stand and behind you, over the podium right under, the huge stained glass window of Jesus that looked over the church, specifically looking down at the podium

"I, a poor.. miserable sinner," chrollo said putting your underwear to your ankles as you were finally getting what you wanted from the start, to have chrollo’s cock buried so deep inside you

but were you really ready?

"wait..." the girl cried out but it was too late. before you could finish Chrollo had pushed himself in your virgin cunt making you yelp as he stretched you out as your eyes filled tears

Although you cried, he took no pity towards you, in fact, he pushed himself even deeper than before going faster just to see even more pretty tears on your cheeks. he knew what you wanted.

"this is what happens when you let corrupt your sacred garden, it gets used for its fruits and nothing more, my pretty little whore" chrollo explained as she let out cry

chrollo stretching out your tight little cunt with his cock causing him to break you hymen or pop you cherry making you bleed

chrollo pulled out a little bit to see his cock coated in your pure blood, he licked his lip at the sight. he used his hand to spread the blood around evenly, planning to use it as a substitute for lube, he didn’t wanna hurt his pretty girl too badly

chrollo harshly and roughly shoved his cock back into you as a slight squelch sound could be heard from you pretty hole, Chrollo popped his fingers in his mouth

You weren’t the first he’d done this too and you most certainly wasn’t going to be the last. Chrollo relished in taking the virginity of girls. tasting them, worshipping them

but you were different. your blood had a particularly different taste. it consisted of purity. real innocence that wasn’t being faked. Chrollo relished in that flavor letting it explore his mouth, why would he do something so weird? he couldn't tell you but he'd do it again.

maybe if chrollo waited a couple weeks until he fucked you again maybe then you’d be tight enough to stretch out again and make you bleed for him again

chrollo was in awe, his cock felt so good buried inside you. you were squeezing down on him so tightly his fingernails dug into your hips

"confess to You," Chrollo said as he continued to pound the girl from the back harshly. your screams and sobs of pleasure and pain, you didn't except loosing your virginity would hurt that badly. you had an idea but this was way more than you could’ve fathomed

maybe it was just chollo’d size that made it painful? It was big enough to stretch the hole of a whore all over again

maybe that's the reason.

"all my sins and iniquities," Chrollo continued as he watched how your eyes would water and those tears would fall with each thrust. you were already so very sensitive from last night. you wasn't going to last long

"Chrollo-..please." you whimpered out with loud little cries as you were approaching your orgasm as he hit all the right spots inside you as your head flooded with nothing but pleasure once again feeling that same feeling you felt last night but more intensely and internal

"p-please, i'll be such a good girl for you, sir.. " you babbled out. your eyes were rolling back into your head. you looked so fucked out and pretty but it wasn't up to you. you had no say. chrollo wasn't going to give you one either.

you were under his control now and Chrollo loved it that way. The way you'd melt at his touch and jolted at his glaze. you truly were absolutely adorable.

maybe you didn't believe in this so called "God" anymore, some guy that lived in the sky with the clouds, to you, he seemed a bit selfish; why make feeling such an pleasureful experience a sin?

as you leaned your head back you saw the glass window of the man you worshipped like your life depended on it, it does. the man who would give you salvation and in the end, keep your soul safe. protected by the angels

the look of peace and security twisted into a look of judgment and disgust through clouded eyes, although the expression on his face never changed visibly

As of now you couldn't remember a thing. That pain turned to pleasure eventually and you moans got even louder and desperate as you babbled out lewd words and phrases unconsciously

In and out of that pleasurable headspace hearing nothing but white noise, which resulted in no thoughts just the hyper fixation of the feeling of Chrollo’s cock pushing in and out quickly

But it wasn't enough, "h-harder ..." you’d cry out as your face turned away from him in embarrassment as Chrollo put his hand under your neck and forced you to look up at him as he went harder just like you wanted causing you to let out a high pitched moan from the electric feeling

Chrollo had to admit you looked like an angel underneath him, moaning and whimpering like a slut, his slut

your drool running down from those pretty  lips down to your chin made you look even sinful than you were before

"daddy please- ah..fuck!" you whimpered as he pounded faster as you squirted on him. that creamy pussy of yours leaving a ring around his base they dripped down to his balls. you whimpered loudly squirming trying to get away from him but oh no he wasn't going to stop now matter now many times you pleaded and begged. Even pushed him away only for him to grab you and push you down even more.

“now now princess, you can take it right? don’t you wanna make me proud, angel?” chrollo coo’d in your ear as you let out a whine “yes-ahh, i wanna make you so proud”

a smile formed on his lips at your words. to be quite honest, all he wanted from you was a a quick nut and maybe a baby

"with which I have ever offended you," Chrollo continued and got rougher as he wanted his dick get clenched around your insides

he sent a hard smack against your ass that made you cry even harder and was definitely going leave a mark on you, as if your neck and shoulders weren't already marked up with bites and hickeys

Chrollo lifted your leg up on the podium and went faster, he was now chasing his own high as you was in pure heaven, seeing your vision go blurry as you rested your head on the podium

your pretty noises got louder as you were enjoying this new position but you were so sensitive it started to hurt but that didn’t stop the pleasure from fronting but you would do anything to make Chrollo happy.

after all, you did let him let him take your virginity and the two of you weren’t even married but you allowed him anyways

Chrollo felt his high coming, feeling your warm walls tighten around him- only at the mere thought of cumming together was enough to send you both over the edge

"i-i'm not on birth control or anything so pullout" you explained but Chrollo did not falter. he kept thrusting hitting your cervix as you heard nothing but another sadistic  laugh from him in return

"you're gonna have my baby darling. why would i pull out?, you're gonna be my Mary alright? so take like a good little slut does, you're doing such a good job for me, my angel"

you didn't have time to protest, the acceptance came when Chrollo came deep inside your cervix with a grunt and you a whimper when you finally got the praise you craved from him

"and justly deserved your punishment, " he continued to thrust in you making sure his cum would be planted deep inside of you, he wanted to make sure that you were going to have a kid, his kid, no matter what.

"now, " he continued on with his prayer for you as he pulled out refusing to look at you as he bent down to watch his cum drip out your cunt, Chrollo stared graciously at the sight with a smile

you stayed in that same position for quite sometime trying to catch you breath and actually think about what just happened but it was all just a blur to you but you'll always remember this day. whenever you’d looked at Chrollo and the baby you were going to be bred with

Chrollo was so ready for his favorite girl in the congregation to have his baby. the one who was too shy to look at him, speak to him and even be around him, who now had his cum dripping; mixed with your fluids; down your leg and on the floor. the mere thought could make him have a round 2 with you

"and forever, " Chrollo said as he pulled up your panties which were now stained with sin, blasphemy and no regrets

"Amen."

[the-apocalypse-is-upon-us]

Okay, I think Im getting what you're saying. Thanks for assuming good faith in my ask. That sentence about Nagito being very very obsessed with the Ultimates. I think that's another case of people relying on their old memories of danganronpa (if they even played the game) + fandom mesh + fandom characterization. It bugs me too when people treat their vision of the characters like the "real" one, the only one, and especially- like you said- if they cant be bothered to research what theyre talking about.

Yeah, lool! And, don't worry, i understand which sentence you mean! Still seeing that characterisation prevail even today, even amongst so called 'fans' of him, is pretty frustrating and one of the main reasons of me making that post. I think Nagito mostly suffers from pathologisation, meaning the fans see his extreme beliefs and the fact that he is definitely supposed to be some flavour of neurodivergent/ mentally ill and they make it all about how "it's soo sad how poor Nagito has only those beliefs to give meaning in his life 🥺" completely ignoring that 1. No, he doesn't, 2. Believing that literally takes his agency away, making so all his perceived 'flaws' are just him being 'brainwashed' towards the system (all the characters are, he just lays his beliefs more openly than others in a way that could be taken as 'unerving') and 3. He wasn't created in a vacuum, and i think in some cases it's helpful to examine the creator's own biases when it comes to their works, especially when it's about a marginalised identity (people with mental/neurological disorders) he has misrepresented before, e.g. Toko and Syo as an example of D.I.D. I also think that a lot of it has to do with the fandom desperately trying to fit Nagito within an established 'archetype', whether they like him or dislike him, which is an imoossible task considering his complexity in almost all his aspects, but usually within his 'fans' the archetype i see most of is 'poor, mentally unwell baby who doesn't know what's best for himself other than manipulating others, and needs big alpha Hajime to protect him and coddle him 🥺' which is... Not only an insulting fucking take but I literally can't see where the poor, inferiority complex Nagito is coming from other than like...ableism, like at this point they havent played the game lol. Anyway, I'm glad i could clear things up, and if you want to continue talking about certain character takes and whatnot, feel free to keep sending asks or even dm me! I am always happy to have a convo about these things! :⁠^⁠)

[ashyx]

•°~Taylor Swift songs i'd give to Zsakuva characters and their listeners•°~

《Andrew and darling: London boy》

"They say home is where the heart is, but god, i love the English."

As a swiftie and a crumpet, I'm convinced this song was made for these two. Do I think that darling would make Andrew listen to this? Yes. Of course. Would Andrew like the song? Debatable. I personally think that Andrew would relate more to "can do it with a broken heart." especially when he had to go back to university and act like the stares, rumors and whispers didn't bother him. I feel like darling would relate to this song in a cute and sweet way. I also headcanon that darling is not from the UK nor grew up there, they just to happen to study university there then boom! Met Andrew and fell in love. London boy is fun and adventurous, much like how Andrew and darling's relationship is now. (AND I HOPE IT STAYS THAT WAY). they've both been through so much, so i figured to give them a fun and cheeky song from my favorite album.

《Kayon and prefect: so high school》

"You know how to ball, I know Aristotle."

??? Do I even have to explain myself??? This song is written for them. You cannot convince me otherwise. Kayson and prefect are the opposite attract relationship which I'm obsessed with. In my opinion, they are the cutest couple in the sakuverse (yall can argue with me on this one because I am not changing my mind) kayson's sport oriented, while prefect is academically oriented and a Perfectionist, what part in that doesn't scream so high school??? I love both of them so much it hurts🥹🥹. Their relationship gives off the stereotypical teenage relationship vibes, but not in a immature way or that lack of responsibilities most teenage relationships have, l'm talking about the magic that teenage relationships come with, like the curiosity, newness, imagination and incredible passion that prefect hasn't been able to experience due to their strict parents and fear of judgment.

《Xanthus and Love: treacherous 》

"This slope is treacherous, this path is reckless and i like it."

Okay, this is where it starts to hurt a little bit🥹. Im not sure if its just me, but love and xanthus are so similar yet so different at the same time. Both parties had all the money, connections, and so much more yet still felt empty and incomplete their whole existence. From how I see it, love left their family and wealth as a way to find how to close up that emptiness and incompletness they've had for so long. Xanthus had lived through multiple wars, has seen multiple deaths, betrayals and so much more that we've yet to find out, but even after 400+ worth of experience, he's only now found his purpose to live and someone to fight for. This song describes the irresistible pull of a risky, potentially dangerous love. The lines like "I’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands" hint at the allure and intensity of falling for someone against the odds which I think suits this pair so well, especially when xanthus has lstarted a whole ass war just to protect love, despite knowing how dangerous and reckless it was for both love and xanthus because both know how much they need each other.

[itneverendshere]

hii! just wanted to drop by this message to say I’m currently obsessed with the series of ‘loved you at your worst’. It has dragged me to pull out all folklore songs again 🥲 I just loooove your writing style and it amazes me how you can redact so amazingly <3 can’t wait for more chapters to see what’s next. Quick curious question: can you give us some more context on how invested was Rafe in the relationship with y/n? I’m curious how their dynamic was when both were stable lol. (I’m sorry if there’s misspelling, English is not my first language hehe).

your english is perfect don't worry, it's not my first language either!

im gonna try to summarize their relationship pre-big break up: rafe was SO obsessed with her, like genuinely all-in on this relationship. when things were good, they were perfect, they just clicked in this undeniable way—emotionally, physically, spiritually, they were just meant to fit. he wasn’t just invested; he was borderline consumed.

but it wasn’t just love, it was also their shared trauma. both of them had been through so much, and that’s partly why they felt so seen by each other. she got him in a way no one else did, and he craved that understanding (that's why shit hit the fan when she didn't coddle him when ward died). when they were stable, he actually put in effort to be open with her (his version of it), and she was his safe place and vise-versa. you’d look at them and think, “they're meant to be" yk??

but when things went wrong...it was a shitshow.

neither of them knew how to communicate their needs properly, so they’d just explode instead.

they’d go on those “breaks,” but they were still obsessing over each other, stalking socials, making each other jealous with a little flirting, just overall trying to be mean and hurtful but also checking in, very much toxic.

if they want any chance at real happiness together, they’re both gonna have to do some serious inner work, “heal your childhood traumas” level of work.

therapy? mandatory.

individual and couples counseling. they’d both need to face all that baggage, which is a LOT, honestly, given their history. 

i know everyone’s mad at rafe for dumping her just because she called out his father—even if she wasn’t wrong—but remember, he was not in his right mind. he was drowning in grief, numbing himself with alcohol, desperate for any sense of validation, so yeah, he filled her space with someone else just to feel needed. it's messy as fuck and desrespectful, but it wasn't a calculated choice.

and here’s the thing: it’s been from reader's POV so far, so we haven’t seen everything. yes, she’s hurting, but she’s not entirely blameless either. there were so many situations she could’ve handled better, and you’ll get to see those moments from a different angle soon.

honestly, both of them need to grow up. while i love my baby reader to pieces, part of why she feels so isolated now is because she put all her energy into rafe and rafe alone. she never took the time to build friendships or let others in, assuming he’d always be there and she’d never need anyone else. so yeah, she’s alone while he still has people around him, but that’s not entirely his fault, either. they both need to work on themselves if they want to heal.

[bogor-o]

ok... but like OBSESSED with your mother au, like literally kicking my feet over here!

so excited for the rocky recovery, suffering and emotionally kicking narinder cause his ass is both mortal now and also... actually, thinking about it, where is narinder and mother's relationship at during the time they start becoming more lucid? or what did he think of their mental situation before being usurped? what the cat doing now with everything? genuinely so curious and invested rn

FIRST OFF SOBBING THANK UUU;; im always giddy hearing that ppl like my au oihtrgrtg

GOSH im still thinking abt what way i want to dig into it more art/writing wise BUT as far as where they started, narinder felt inconvenienced by the constant hesitation they would have doing anything until the crown had them calm enough to "listen to reason", and by that i mean playing to Mothers delusion of growing their family and inadvertently giving them the idea that it would be their family together

so as you can see, Mother has a very skewed idea of their and Narinders relationship here but narinder leaned into it just enough to keep them motivated not considering this would have consequences. so the fight is the first time Mother seems furious, but seems to calm down as soon as its over only because in their mind this is just a hiccup in a relationship :)

hes miserable for a while because hes stuck dealing with that and it feels like its own, but as mother starts bringing back his siblings and aym and baal to boot, is when things start turning for him and he does start to feel guilt but no idea how to remedy it and for a very very short time does he get to kind of enjoy the attention they give him.

but as mother is helping the former bishops, theyre starting to come to, because theyre being merciful and kind but slowly the anger seeps in watching them be happy. helping shamura is especially a big contributor because hearing the reasoning for everything happening made Mother feel sick.

when narinder finally makes an attempt to breach the subject of their mind is the breaking point for them, and once ovidia jumps out hes not ready to hear what they have to say.

and from that points its "you can stay, but you will stay away from me, that is the only warning i'll give you." and by then the guy already has feelings getting the cold shoulder is rough, not as rough and how ovidia is having to feel all their grief at once when they finally finally have a chance to

its a long road before theyre even on speaking terms, and a lot of it is narinder finding out who they are, as ovidia and not just as Mother. eventually they get there, after a LOOOOOOOT of things in between but i already went on a tangent here but this is like the rough of it eroihgterhr

[changeling-droneco]

And I don’t just mean this in a funny joking way, I’m dead serious. Chase it out of your spaces, if anyone in your circle starts talking about art they think should be banned, call them out for being a book burner, if someone tries to start a hate campaign on a trans woman who did the crime of having a kink be very open about how fucking weird that person trying to do it is. Actively mock people who could vote but didn’t or went third party, make it uncool to have black and white thinking.

Make it uncomfortable for people to try and talk purity in fan culture, don’t let them sea lion or try and turn away, call them cops, treat it like the invasion of privacy it is, read those books people want banned. Report people who send hate or spam tags. No mercy, no quarter.

Make it unpopular, openly roll your eyes at people who have 20 paragraph rainbow uwu dni banners. Don’t cower or justify, speak plainly that yeah, you do read that kind of story, why do you care? Why are you so interested in my sex life? Why are you invading my privacy? Make them seem like the weirdo cop who’s causing problems because they are! Don’t downplay yourself, be firm about your understanding about the differences between fiction and reality, about your beliefs on the lesser evil. Ask the questions youve been too polite to ask when confronted, openly point out hypocrisy.

Hell! Report worse offenders to actual organizations, if you know someone is an adult in anti or other kinds of purity circles, more closely look into what they’re doing and potentially be ready to report them for grooming kids because a lot of “safe adults” are actively sending kids porn. Go into their discord groups where they organize hate and report them for harassment and report users for sexual abuse. Hell, tell on those kids to their parents or authorities, contact that highschooler’s school with concerns.

Talk to your kids if you have to and make sure they understand this and if they start showing unusual purity obsessed behaviors get them to a therapist or professional asap. Talk to your friends who start leaning that way and make it clear you’re worried for them, treat it like you just got told they’re becoming interested in Scientology or some other cult, because it’s very much a cult. Like, it followed BITE near perfectly, purity culture is a cult.

Don’t beat yourself up for your failures as well, embrace that you are a sweaty animal who does weird things or likes unusual things and sometimes can’t do things, push back against the idea that you have to be pure and always have the Correct opinion, be wrong! Openly admit to being wrong! Be open about your mistakes! Allow yourself to step away from the discourse of the day and firmly state that you don’t need to fight whatever the internet has chosen as its battle ground and that this doesn’t make you a bad person.

People with purity complexes should not be allowed to yell their way into authority in fandom, and it’a getting to a point where we have multiple reports of it grooming young teens into situations where they end up in cult deprogramming. Purity Culture can’t just be ignored or blocked anymore, not when we have leftists cheering for fucking TRUMP because Harris wasn’t perfect, it’s out of hands, and it’s putting everything at fucking risk.

Stop playing nice, stop being the better person who just ignore and blocks and go “dude, you sound like a perverted cop” and then report them for sexual harassment. no more, im done with trying to play nice and stay in my own space, I’m calling you fancop, I’m calling you a swerf. I am done.

We are done pretending that fanfiction causes incest or rape or whatever when fucking game of thrones exist and got like five seasons, we are done pretending that fictions effect on reality is 1 to 1, we are done pretending that propaganda is overt blatant mind control and also a 5 kudosed fic on ao3. We are done acting like tweeting the correct opinion counts as activism and that anyone not doing that is a monster. No more indulging in trying to explain the nuances, no more pretending they care about the nuances. Be blunt about the fact they want to hurt people, make it blunt that they are bullies. Make it fucking weird and to hold those objectively untrue beliefs, make fun of them for sleeping through English class, treat it like fandom flat earth. It’s not true, none of it was ever true, it came out of fucking ship wars.

Maybe this is putting too much blame on purity culture, but you know what? I’m done caring, not when it’s groomed basically an entire generation to be okay with mob violence and the idea that you can put a quantifiable percentage of “good” to a person, that there is an objective good and bad side and that it is okay to do crimes against humanity if it’s the “bad side”, because it’s getting people killed, it’s ruining lives, and its starting to literally help destroy democracy.

Enough.

Honestly I think this has been a sign that we no longer need to try and tolerate or ignore purity culture, but that shit needs a hard stop now. I fully blame it as being one of the causes for the intense growing black and white thinking in a lot of youth or young adult spaces that prevents meaningful change or to take actions that help even if they aren’t perfectly pure

[orcelito]

My bts fan coworker talks about her friend who's a die-hard stray kids fan, like bought hundreds of dollars of albums just for the photo cards, & in general That kind of fan, & who only got into them like a year ago???

Meanwhile I'm here, got into it in 2020, I went to a concert and got Two shirts, & I'm calling that good lol

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[secretlythatsme]

i feel like Most dpxdc crossover fics have dp and dc in the same universe which like, is still fun don't get me wrong, but there's so many missed opportunities with them being in fully separate universes!

i'm specifically thinking of an au where the dcu is fictional in danny's universe like in ours. so instead of him being dropped in a random city, he's fully isekaid into the dcu and has to deal with the implications of that. danny not being a dc fan could def be interesting, but i personally really like the idea of him being a fan! i think he'd be really into characters like martian manhunter or the superfam since they're more directly related to space, but i think he'd have appreciation for the common dpxdc characters like the batfam too.

but anyway i'm just thinking of dc fan danny who somehow gets dropped into the dcu and is immediately clocked as Different and Knowing by literally every hero/vigilante there. damian screams bloody murder at him and danny just gives him this look like "i know what you've been through and you're just a kid so i won't hold it against you even though that was pretty mean" and damian is sooo pissed cause what the fuck does this guy know?? danny looks at jason like he's seeing robin and not red hood,,, he sees batman one day and gives him the most begrudging respectful and also highly judgemental glare. danny seeing clark on the street and immediately noping and turning around like no not dealing with superman today no thanks. danny randomly happens to be walking next to wally and tries to get him into a walking race. danny who keeps looking up at the sky whenever the watchtower is above him.

i just love the idea of danny walking around knowing way too much, not even necessarily being Powerful at this point, he just knows! too! much! and every hero who meets him feels completely exposed like how does this random kid give everyone the heebie jeebies.. what does he know.. how much does he know... why does he know... etcetc.

idk i love casually creepy danny

[sugarcarnation]

love love love how similar these two panels are. makes me insane

[sunlit-mess]

How can you draw so much

It's that or dead

[justablah56]

do you guys ever think about Marco being the only good thing Grant ever let himself have . the only good thing he ever consciously chose to have . do you guys ever think about that .