#and that shocked me enough to stop crying

[yougavememyopia]

YOU WRITE CRYING MEN SO WELL ITS CRAZY ☹️🙏🙏 CAN WE PLS PLS PLS GET SMUT FOR CRYBABY!YANDERE OMG

Of course :) Pt.1. Pt.2.

Tags: oral (reader receiving), pillow humping, mommy kink (a bit obvious lol), poor communication

Yandere crybaby, who, despite all of his perverted fantasies, would be shy to take things further with you. You'd have to coax it out of him with gentle reassurance. Petting the top of his head, kissing his pouty lips, nibbling on his neck. Slowly drawing lewd whimpers and whines from him. Slowly making him rock hard for you.

But then, at the last frustrating second, where you start to take off his shirt, he'd stop you. Embarrassment with a mix of insecurity in his eyes. Choked up tears and weak excuses muttered from his lips. Making your heart flutter at the sight of beet-redded face. Your fingers wiped his cheek, his lips planting kisses against your palm in return. Taking a few seconds to calm down his breathing, he bore his eyes into yours.

"We don't have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, honey."

Your kind words eased him. But he knew you were bound to get tired of him being a pathetic crying mess. Truth was, he was scared— afraid that you'll hate him if you saw what was underneath his clothes. Afraid that if he didn't satisfy you, you would surely get rid of him. Leave him all alone to rot. Be with someone who was far better than him.

He couldn't let that happen.

"No, hic... You need relief. I-I can do this! I don't want you to be unsatisfied... Hic! I don't want you to go to anyone else for this. I want you to only look at me. Love me. Only me."

He got down between your legs. Rubbing your knees as he gulped, swallowing the saliva that wanted to spill. He felt sweaty. His heart drummed against his ears as tears fell from his eyes.

"Are you sure?" You confirmed it with him one last time, unable to say no to his cute, innocent face. He sniffled as he nodded enthusiastically. He wanted to do this. Not only because he could finally taste you, but also to make himself useful. He wanted to be good for you. He craved your approval; he needed it to survive.

He felt nervous. He had no idea what to do when you hesitantly pulled down your underwear. Just staring at your private...

His pants already creamed just by the sight of your bare pussy. He bit his lip hard, hiding a whimper from the shock of pleasure traveling up his body. Blinking and blinking, the gears in his head turning.

Your brows furrowed in concern. "I don't think we should, um..."

You lost your train of thought when his shaky breaths fanned your mound. An unsure tongue licking the length of your sensitive front. His eyes closed in ecstasy. Already overwhelmed enough by all his other senses. Your familiar smell, your divine taste, your dripping flesh— all driving him crazier. The noise you made caused his stomach to churn.

He pulled away, rubbing his cheek to the soft plush of your thigh instead. "Mmgh, f-feels too good. I..." His hand covered a mewl. "I love you so much..."

"I love you too, baby. But it's not a big deal if you—"

You were cut off again, this time by a surge of good shock shooting through you. He delved in, started to eat you out like a starved man. Licking, sucking, nibbling. His hands grabbing your hips so he could push his tongue further into your hole. Sinful squelching noises filled the room. His nose pressing against your clit with each thrust of his tongue. He wasn't holding back any longer, hiding his face between your thighs.

He slowly began to move his hips. His poor overstimulated cock rubbing against the couch. Aroused again with a fever. His whole body burned. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while he kept going. Movements only getting rougher and faster while you placed your hand on top of his head. Holding his head and bucking into his mouth, chasing release.

You had no idea he could be like this. His docile attitude replaced with something feral. He was moaning like he was in pain. Feeding on your juices to quench his thirst. His hips bumped against the furniture as if he wasn't capable of controlling it. Tears ruining his pretty face even more.

It was only a matter of time before you finished. Your back arching and your toes curling with a loud groan. "Ahhh... Fuck, fuck! Where did all that come from?"

"I-I just want you to be happy... Did I make you happy? Was I good? Are you gonna stay with me? You won't abandon me... right?!"

You sighed, a small smile forming on your face. He clearly had some things to work out. Always needing constant comfort; begging for you to own him, capture him, claim him as yours. He wished he could say the words without tearing up. Ask you to tie him down to your bed and just play with his hair.

He got comfortable with your body. Learning to use his slender fingers and even started to make eye contact when he kitten-licked your sensitive nub. Sobbing happy tears when you slowly stroked his hair. He felt enveloped by your love. Surrounded by you.

The liquid streamed down to his chin. Cries of joy vibrating against your heat while he worked harder to drive you to the edge. Half-lidded eyes staring up at yours as his fingers slid in and out of you rhythmically.

"Such a good boy, aren't you, hon? Yes. Yes, you are. You're my good boy. Ah, fuck, I'm gonna—"

Sometimes, the best way to help him calm down was to let him cuddle up to your chest. Sitting on your lap, head under your shirt— engulfed by your sweet sweet smell— lips moving around your breasts. Licking hot stripes around your areola, sucking on your nipple like a pacifier.

He'd start to get more greedy for your approval. Asking if he did a good job for a basic task, like folding his clothes and putting them away. Or if he was a good boy for not crying when you went to the bathroom. He was adorable— looking at you like a lost child, wanting for you to take care of him.

He couldn't bear to be apart from you for even a moment. Pleading and pleading for you to stay when you wanted to hang out with your friends. You pecked his lips, "Be good, baby. I'll be back in 2 hours. Promise."

He whimpered when you pulled away from him. Yet obeying your words as he should. Plopping down to your shared bed to sniff your scent from the sheets. 2 hours, he could do that.

He started weep pathetically. The droplets soaking your blanket. He cried over far more stupid things than this. A crybaby. That was really all he was. He took your pillow, hugging it tightly as if it would disappear at any moment. His eyes closed shut. Whispering, "Haah... I wish you were hugging me... I wish you were here..."

He tried to be a good boy. Tried to keep himself in check. Tried oh-so hard to stop thinking about it. But eventually, the problem in his pants started to hurt. One of his trembling legs dropped over your pillow, while he found the rewarding angle that gave him the most friction. His hand sneaked into his pocket to grab a pair of hidden underwear, there in case of... emergencies.

You came back to your room to retrieve a forgotten item. Just at the right time— catching him grinding against your pillow mindlessly. Your underwear pressed tightly against his nose as he inhaled and exhaled a wail. Moaning louder and more high-pitched than you've ever heard.

"Nghh... m-mommy... Why...? Why did you have to— hic— leave your poor babyboy....?"

You grinned. The newfound information was a treasure. You always wondered if he was into that title. Too timid to talk to you about things like that. He was just adorable. You could hear how close he was when his voice shook. When he chanted your name as if it would ease the pain. Brows crumpled, and sweat rolled down the skin of his forehead.

"Mommy..." His tongue darted out to lick the heavenly taste off the fabric of your panties. His hips rutted to the pillow until a sad, unsatisfying orgasm hit him. He cried miserably. Nose stuffed while he breathed out whimpers. Drool mixed with other liquids pooled down to splatter the pillow. An unusual angry huff coming from his lips. "Why aren't you here?!? Whywhywhywhy!"

Only if he opened his eyes.

[connorsui]

Caleb's Encouragement

He groans and feels himself on the brink of another intense climax as you continue to milk him. "Your pussy is so sloppy, baby," he stammers, overwhelmed by the feeling of filling you up again. Your soft and wet walls massage him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. You moan from the intense sensation, your own body trembling with need.

He can't believe how wild and insatiable you've become, driving both of you insane with desire. Suddenly, his eyes snap open when he feels something warm hit his chest. Looking up, he sees tears glistening in your lashes and your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you grind down on his cock.

"I-I can't," you sob pathetically, still moving your hips in a desperate rhythm. The throbbing sensation inside of you only intensifies your need for release. "I can't stop, Caleb. It's not enough, I -"

As you finally look into his eyes, he can't help but feel shocked by your disheveled appearance. Your hair is a mess and your cheeks are flushed so hot and pink. But what surprises him the most are the tears streaming down your face. Yet even in this state, you are still the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Caleb's heart aches at the sight of your desperate need. He reaches up to caress your tear-stained cheek,

"Shh, it's okay, baby," he soothes, voice husky with his arousal. "I've got you. I got you, just let go for me."

His hips snap up to meet yours, driving even deeper. You cry out at the intensity, more tears spilling over. Caleb's hands grip your waist, guiding your movements as he thrusts upward. The new angle has you seeing stars.

"There you go, just let go for me" he encourages. "Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart." feeling you nod frantically against him, unable to speak from the way his cock drilled up into your pussy, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "see?, I got you, j’ just relax, and take it, baby, let me spoil my girl"

[solaris-amethyst]

💫Our Journey💫

✨Pairing: ateez ot8 x gn!reader ✨Chapter 2. After getting dropped in the middle of seemingly nowhere, scared of where you are and far away from home, Y/n meets a peculiar boy with a raspberry hat and a necklace with a topaz on it. Perhaps he can help you? ✨Genre: fantasy au, Elsa Beskow inspired, non romance, ✨Word Count: 6.1k ✨Tag list: ☀️Authors Note: Chapter 2 is here and it is longer than I had planned for it to be! Let me know what you think! It was so hard to decide what berry/flower each member was going to represent/wear.😭 Let me know if you'd like to join the tag list💓

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You didn’t know how long you had been up at the air at this point. The greenfinch wouldn’t let you go no matter how much you had screamed at him. That was until he had gotten far enough where he would stop and just fly over the same spot for a while as if he was contemplating what to do with you now.

You feared that he would just drop you and from the height you were at you knew that you’d be hurt incredibly bad. Just as you finished that thought you were flung up in the air as the bird let you go allowing you to just free fall down and you once again screamed in terror, afraid of what would happen to you next.

What if you got hurt enough to actually die? Far away from home, far away from your family and the comfort they brought you. Far away from everything that brought you serenity. Would you not live to see yourself become old with time?

The trees and the ground got closer and closer and soon you just closed your eyes, deciding you didn’t want to know when you’d hit the ground. You then felt your body connecting with leaves and branches as you crashed into a big oak tree. It hurt so incredibly much you wouldn’t really be able to fully describe it, perhaps the closest you’d get to the same pain you felt as you fell down desperately trying to grab onto something was if you were bitten by a bunch of angry fire ants and also getting stung by nettles. It hurt so much and at one particular point your wrist was in more pain than you had ever experienced before.

You do not know what kind of luck had been on your side during this fall but somehow you manage to land on your bum at the stump of the tree, truly a miracle with how you weren’t hurt even more than you actually were. 

You sat up slowly in shock looking around with big wide eyes. Your surrounding was unfamiliar and instead of being welcoming and kind, the forest and greenery around you felt looming and threatening for someone so small. Your wrist was throbbing in pain as you looked around before looking down at yourself. You truly looked worse for wear, bruises were starting to form on your skin, some really big and ugly, soon you’d be hurting even more than you were now.

There were open wounds on your hands and arms and some on your legs, you weren’t bleeding much but enough for some panic to start again deep within you. You once again could not stop the tears from falling down your cheeks, at this point you would have thought you wouldn’t be able to cry anymore but it seems that you were proven otherwise as you bury your face in your hands sobbing loudly. 

It was scary, you were hurt and all you wanted was to be in the arms of your mama but she wasn’t here to hold you, to comfort you or to help heal your wounds. She was far away from where you were and it broke your heart into millions of pieces. You could vaguely hear wings flapping over you before something landed with a soft thud in front of you.

”Are you okay?” A voice asked and in your head it was obviously the greenfinch back to torment you even more causing you to lash out in anger at the creature in front of you.

”Stay away!!! Haven’t you caused enough harm to me you vile creature!” You scream as you flail your arms hoping that the bird will fly away but you realize when you opened your eyes that the bird in front of you wasn’t the greenfinch but a little robin, it’s red chest puffy as it’s little face tilts to the side looking at you curiously.

”Oh… I’m sorry I did not mean to scream at you.” You say in shock and the little robin hops closer to you.

”You are hurt. What happened to you? My dear you shouldn’t be outside all by yourself? Where is your family?” The robin asks concerned for your safety, hoping closer to see if you’re incredibly hurt.

”I was abducted by a greenfinch… he grabbed me from my home and flew me away and I’m scared. I wanna go home, i’m hurt and oh please do you think you can fly me home?” You ask the bird desperately and the robin looks at you sadly.

”I’m sorry but I can’t fly you home, my wing is hurt and I can only fly in short distances before I need a break.” It tells you and your face falls at the realization that this nice little bird cannot help you get home.

”Perhaps you should see if the other little people can help you?” The robin asks.

”O-other little people? Here?” You say surprised.

Sure you had known there were others like you and your family out there, it was usually a rare occasion meeting others since the world was big and everyone had different places they fit into. Some lived in the wild open fields with all the flowers because that’s what they were. Dhalias, marigolds, roses and so on.

Some lived in the forest like your family, disguised as blueberries, raspberries, pinecones and other species of plants. But it hadn’t occurred to you that perhaps there were others like you in this part of the world where you had been dropped off.

”Oh yes, I’m not sure where they are but they’re somewhere here. Perhaps you can find them and get help?” The robin chirps jumping back and forth excited to have given you some information that could help you.

”Thank you ummm… I never got your name?” You ask the robin wanting to thank it properly.

”Oh! My name is Stormcloud.”

”Stormcloud?” You ask surprised that the little robin had such a name.

”Yeah! I took my first flight as a little bird during a storm and thus gained the name Stormcloud. My parents thought it would be befitting a brave little robin like me.” Stormcloud puffs his chest out in pride.

”Wow you truly must be a brave little robin then.” You compliment Stormcloud before asking: ”You wouldn’t happen to know where I need to go to find the others like me?”

”They are usually seen deeper into the forest near the blueberry bushes.” Stormcloud tells you looking towards the forest. ”You’ll find them I’m sure of it!” 

”What if I get lost…” You mumble causing the robin to chuckle.

”You already are lost are you not? So why does it matter if you get even more lost in the process?” 

The two of you talk for a while, Stormcloud giving you information that you might need when traversing the density of the earth. And while he is helpful a lot of his information comes from how he sees things from above. Making it harder for you to understand at certain points what he might mean when he tells you that its next to the rock formation of a wooden stump from above.

Soon Stormcloud bids you farewell and good luck on your journey before he flys away, back to his home and his family. You shakily stand up on your legs. It still hurts and you cannot help but look up towards the sky scanning for the bird who had taken you away. Fearing he might come back to pluck you up again and take you even further away from your home. When the coast is clear and all you can really see is the blue sky and the clouds dancing around you take it as a sign to start walking.

You find a stick which looks good enough to use as a potential weapon to defend yourself with just in case anyone or anything tries to hurt you as you go looking for the other children of the forest. 

It’s dark and unfamiliar as you slowly traverse through the greenery and it forms a pit in your stomach. You have no idea what might be hiding in this part of the world. Perhaps swamp trolls or goblins or perhaps even wyverns. How were you going to defend yourself if any creatures like those came to attack you? They were bigger and stronger than you and your father had always told you that the only thing you could do was either run or hide and wish said creature wouldn’t find you. Not many of your people lived to tell the tales after an attack from a swamp troll or a wyvern. 

”Be calm and stealthy like a spider.” You mumble to yourself, trying to be as quiet as possible like spiders were but in reality you were terrified, legs trembling with each step they took. 

How would you even know where to find these other people? What if Stormcloud had actually been lying to you? And wanted you to get even more lost like the greenfinch that had kidnapped you and taken you far far away from home. From your mama, from your papa and from your siblings. 

Your family.

Were they worried? Had they noticed you were missing? What if they did not question it when you did not return? What if they did not care?

That made you stop in your tracks. What were you even thinking? Questioning your own family like that. You shook your head, trying to will away those mean thoughts. Your family would notice you were gone when you did not come home for supper. They would search for you because they cared, because they loved you. 

You told yourself that a few times and reminded yourself of the time Birk had gotten lost when you all were younger, perhaps around nine years old. Your father and mother had gone out looking for him and did not stop their search until he was found. Both were worried but determined to find him, they even got the help of their friends like the birds and the squirrels to help search for him.

Birk had been found all alone under a chanterelle, crying because he could not find his way home and when your father had found him he had hugged him tight that day. Your mother had hugged him even tighter and made sure he was alright before the three of them went back home. 

They’d search for you. 

They wouldn’t stop, not unless all the signs said you were gone for good. 

”My family loves me and they will search for me. Just like I would have searched for them.” You tell yourself before taking a steadying breath to calm your racing heart. 

It would be fine. You just needed to find the other children of the forest and see if they could help you. Help you find home and perhaps even help you with your wrist which was hurting terribly now after you had walked for a while. 

It irked you how eerily silent everything were. Back home the forest was lively and full of life, there were birds singing and chirping, squirrels bickering back and forth and it was just filled with warmth and joy. 

This place was dark and silent almost as if it was dead. Not a creature in sight and it bothered you and made your worries rise. Perhaps your worries earlier about dangerous creatures had been right and here you were walking around making noises and being out in the open. Perhaps you should be even more stealthy and hide with leaves so if something comes around the corner it would not spot you immediately. The thought of being spotted made you quickly pick up a big oak leaf that had fallen from its tree to hold in front of you as a shield. This way you could drop down on the ground with the big leaf covering you making sure you were protected if you could not defend yourself with your stick.

You wandered for what could have been hours without any sight of anyone like you. There were certain times where you felt like you were being observed as you tumbled around trying to find your way forward. 

There was a certain feeling you’d get when it felt like someone was watching you. Shivers running up your spine but no matter how hard you looked around you could not see anything that would indicate that there was someone in close proximity that would be watching you. In the end you had felt too tired to continue your journey and decided to rest under a cep, using the big leaf you had picked up earlier as a blanket and before you knew it you had slumbered away into dreamland.

What you did not see as you slipped away into dreamland was someone carefully stepping out of the blueberry bushes.

It was a boy.

He was careful, glancing around to make sure the surrounding area was safe before quietly making his way over to you. He was curious about you, never had he seen someone with a hat like you around these parts of the world. You were clumsy and absolutely not silent at all despite you probably thinking you were super stealthy with that stick and leaf in your hands. He had fought hard to not snort or burst out laughing at certain moments of your traveling like when you almost tripped over a little stone but instead stepped on the leaf and fell down anyway. 

You were interesting.

Something new and uncertain.

But still very interesting according to him. 

Otherwise said boy would not have followed you as you walked around mindlessly with no real destination in mind. He had been sure you would have taken a left near the chanterelle ring and make your way down to the meadow but instead you took right, down towards the caves for some reason.

”What do we have here?” He mumbled as he took a closer look at you. Inspecting your face closely, taking in all the details of the way your nose looked, to how long your eyelashes were and the way your lips were parted slightly as you slept. 

He moved on to your hat after studying your face for a while. It was different than his that’ s for sure. His was a pretty pink and looked cute whilst yours screamed stay away from me with the way it resembled a poisonous hat. Perhaps that meant you were poisonous as well? Before he could think if it was a good idea or not he poked your cheek but nothing happened so the boy concluded that you were most likely not poisonous. 

You had scrunched your face when he had poked your cheek but that was not something the boy took any notice of. He was too busy inspecting the spots on your hat to notice that your eye were fluttering open once more.

You blinked your eyes a few times before you registered the fact that someone was standing in front you and slightly above you. Before you could even think you pushed the person hard so he fell back on his butt.

”OW! What was that for?!!” The boy screeched looking at you very offended.

”W-what was that for?! What do you mean! You were standing over me like some weirdo!!” You screeched back in anger and fear taking your stick getting on your feet as quickly as you could taking a swing at him.

”WOAH!!” He managed to roll to the left avoiding getting hit by your stick. ”What’s wrong with you! I wasn’t even doing anything!” He glares at you and throws a stone at you that he had picked up as he avoided your attack.

”OW!” You let go of your stick to cradle your wrist which hurt even more bow thanks to the stone hitting it. Tears prickle in your eyes at the pain and you glare at the boy in anger.

”Oh no! Sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you!” He looks panicked for a second before getting up on his feet and takes a few steps closer to you.

”Stay away from me!” You say taking a step back every time he takes a step forward. ”I-i’ll bite if you come close!” You say hoping he will stop but he just snorts at that.

”I don’t believe you. You’re shaking like a aspen leaf and you look two seconds away from crying again.” He says before continuing ”Look I’m sorry I scared you like that, that wasn’t my intention at all. I’ve just never seen someone like you around here before so curiosity got the best of me.” He admits bashfully.

”Are you the one that’s been watching me?” You ask finally taking your time to actually observe him. He got a raspberry as his hat with black hair sticking out from it, he got a beautiful face with a mole right under his eye and you find yourself studying his face intently. His eyes are beautiful and they shine in a way only a person being truthful could have and his lips are thin but slightly pink. He looks gorgeous and when the sun flitters through the leaves above his skin practically glows in a way you had never seen before. 

Perhaps he had been blessed by the faeries? ”Ummm… Hello?? You’re staring at me.” He says waving his hand in front of you and you can feel your face heat up at that.

”No I’m not!”

”You totally were!!”

”No I wasn't!”

You two bicker back and forth for a while until you by accident slip up and says that you did causing the boy to cheer. That’s when you notice a necklace hanging around his neck. The stones on the necklace are beautiful, some are as pure crystal clear like the rivers back home and some of them are tinted yellow like the sunset.

”You like my necklace?” He asks cheekily, his hand coming up to touch it.

”It’s beautiful.” You mumble and he beams at you seemingly already forgotten the fact that you two had been fighting earlier.

”Thanks! It’s a stone called topaz! My birth stone in fact!” He tells you before taking a step closer causing you to take one backwards.

”Oh come on! I won’t hurt you!”

”How can I know you speak the truth!” You spit back and he shrugs.

”You just gotta trust me.” 

”Yeah sure like I will trust anyone right now. I shouldn’t have listened to Stormcloud I should just have tried to walk back home.” You say frustrated.

”Stormcloud? You know him?” The boy asks curiously tilting his head slightly.

”I met him earlier, he told me to find the others who were like me living in this place but I should have tried to go back home instead! Now I’m even further away from home and I have no idea on how to get back to my family. I’m scared and hurt and hungry and all I want is to be home.” You told him your voice growing thick with emotion as you fought back your tears.

”Wait… you’re not from around here?” He questioned and you shook your head as your hand went up to wipe away the tears that started falling again.

”No. I was kidnapped and dropped off here by a mean greenfinch! He took me away from my home and I really wanna go home.” You told him face crumbling into sadness once more.

”Oh I’m sorry that has happened to you! Perhaps I can help you? Me and my friends could? We’re good at traveling! I could take you to them and perhaps we could figure something out.” He tells you gently feeling sorry for you now when he’s realized your situation.

”You’d help me? You don’t even know me!” You ask sniffling.

”Yeah! You don’t seem like a bad person and we should help each other out should we not? After all it’s a big world for us so small! We need to look out for each other.” He says earnestly giving you a big smile.

”O-okay… I’m giving you one chance… mama always says to give someone one chance but screw it up and I’ll leave!” You tell him and he nods.

”I’m Wooyoung by the way!” He introduces himself as he stretches out his hand for you. You take it and shake it as you tell him: ”My name is Y/n. Nice to meet you Wooyoung.” You tell him and he smiles widely again.

You decided then and there that you like his smile. It’s warm and welcoming and comforting.

”Is it okay if I take a closer look at your wrist?” He asks and you nod allowing him to inspect it for a few minutes before he lets you know not to use it and that someone named Hwa could help you.

Who Hwa was you had no idea but perhaps you would meet this person down the line?

”Okay stick close to me so you won’t get lost while I take you to my place!” He says before turning around and walking towards the blueberry bushes. You hurry after him so you won’t loose him in the lush greenery that surrounds you.

”A-are there any wyverns or trolls around these parts?” You ask worriedly and he chuckles; ”Yeah a bunch of them!”

”What.” You feel dread entering your body before Wooyoungs body is shaking with silent giggles.

”I’m sorry that was a joke! I didn’t mean to scare you! As far as I’m aware there are no wyverns or trolls here.” He tells you looking at you over his shoulder with a playful glint.

”Oh why you!” You hit his shoulder lightly, unhappy that he thinks these are times to joke around like this. Especially after you just had told him about how you were kidnapped far from home. Perhaps you should hit him again with your stick just to make a point.

”Do something like that again and I’ll hit you so hard you’ll get amnesia!” You tell him and he laughs again.

”I’d like to see you try!” He bites back as he continues to lead you through the blueberry bushes.

The leaves are a vibrant green and it looks luscious and finally it looks like home making you feel a bit safer walking with this boy you had just met. But he seemed nice and Stormcloud had told you to find the others like you and Stormcloud was someone to be trusted you had decided. Robins were after all widely known to be birds you could trust because of their kindness and their friendliness.

As you glance around the bushes while following Wooyoung you almost get a heart attack when you realize that there seems to be a blueberry moving in a very weird way. It keeps going up and down slightly and moving forward as if it was walking. But that would be impossible would it not? Blueberries cannot walk unless it wasn’t actually a blueberry but perhaps something else. What if it was something dangerous? You start worrying again and before you can think your feet has speed up bringing you closer to your new friend, your hand reaching out to grab his arm causing him to look back at you surprised.

”Are you okay?” He asks, his tone indicating that he seems worried about your sudden behavior.

”I think we’re being followed.” You whisper trying to as subtly as you can motion towards the weirdly behaving blueberry. 

Wooyoung follows your movements and you can see how he is fighting back a smile. He thinks this is funny? You think to yourself. Before you can say something to him he calls out.

”Hey San! Stop hiding and come out and meet my new friend! They’ve already noticed you!” 

”What are you doing?!” You hiss at him and he smiles at you.

”He’s a friend, don’t worry! You would have met him back at my place anyway!”

”Did you have to call me out like that!” A man said as he emerged from the bushes, his hat was a blueberry and the shirt he wore were a darker green allowing him to truly blend in with the blueberry bushes. 

He was handsome you noted, just like Wooyoung. His hair was black and he had really wide shoulders and while that intimidated you, his face looked almost soft in your opinion, like a wilted dandelion, his eyes carving into half moons and the smile he shot his friend looked kind. 

Just like Wooyoung he seemed like a kind person and since you’re here trusting Wooyoung you might have to trust this man, San, as well.

”You gotta work on your hiding skills, like come on! Y/n here spotted you immediately!” Wooyoung chastised him and San groaned at that.

”I was trying a new techique but clearly it wasn’t effective!” He explains before turning to you. ”Hi! My name is San! Nice to meet you! I don’t think I’ve seen you around these parts before? I feel like I would remember if one like us with your hat were around these parts of the world.” He said giving you a blinding smile.

”I’m not from here… I got kidnapped.” You mutter before giving him your name. ”My name is Y/n like Wooyoung said earlier. Nice to meet you too.” You nod, still observing the newcomer.

”Kidnapped?! By whom??” San asks worry laced in his tone as concern starts to form on his face as he takes in your battered form.

”That darn greenfinch snagged them up from their home.” Wooyoung bristles clearly not happy with what had happened to you. ”So I’m bringing them back for Hwa to look over them and potentially heal any wounds and then we can maybe figure out if we can help Y/n home?” 

”Yeah Hwa should definitely check those wounds and your wrist looks really bad, I don’t think it should be that swollen.” He says stepping closer to look at your wrist. ”Does it hurt a lot?? Can you move it at all?” 

”It hurts a bit but it’s a bit numb now from the pain. I don’t think it’s broken, I’ve seen broken bones before and I don’t think I’ve been unlucky enough to break my wrist.” You tell him holding up your wrist for him to inspect.

San takes ahold of it with utmost care and such gentle hands you’d think he wasn’t touching you at all. The way his entire body demeanor change from big buff guy to making himself appear smaller and more approachable and almost fluffy, though you’re not entirely sure how he managed that, which makes you relax more. 

”You should not use it at all or I fear it might get worse to the point where you might not be able to use it at all for several days which will not be optimal for trying to get back to where you are from. Wooyoung why did you not take Y/n back quicker!!!” San chastises his friend irritated and worried.

”Hey I would have if they didn’t attack me!!” He defends himself causing you to bite back.

”I wouldn’t have attacked you if you weren’t checking me out whilst I was asleep!!”

”Wooyoung!!”

”What?!”

”You don’t go up to random people or creatures and check them out while they’re sleeping!!” 

”Ughhhh fine I was in the wrong!! There! Are you both happy now?”

”I’m so telling Hongjoong about this.”

”Please don’t he’ll chew my ear of.” 

”Serves you right.”

The two of them bicker back and forth and I makes you snort. They’re pretty funny arguing like this you don’t miss how theres no real bite behind their words and how their tones while annoyed are filled with adoration for the other.

”Now lets hurry back! It’s not long before were back home.” Wooyoung exclaims taking your hand and dragging you away from San who hurries after the two of you.

The three of you journey over logs and rocks and you’re grateful they’re both there to help you under and over all obstacles. You learn more about them and find out they’re best friends which doesn’t surprise you at all. San tells you that he and Wooyoung get into all sorts of trouble back home and that they’re known for their mischief in their little group. Apparently they love clinging to someone named Yeosang who is Wooyoungs longest friend and while this Yeosang acts like he hates it when they cling and play with him they both claims that he secretly love it.

”You will love everyone! They’re super kind and lovely.” San tells you as he points towards a place where they live which seems to be in a tree stump. You can see the outlines of a door which seems to have been crafted with lots of care and patience if the decorations of it were anything to judge by.

”Let’s just hope everyone are home so we don’t have to go around with introductions over and over again!” Wooyoung says as he opens the door cheerfully and calls out as he steps inside.

”We’re back and we brought a guest with us!! Come meet them!” 

San allows you to step inside first and closes the door once he’s inside as well. It’s slightly dark inside with the only lightsource coming from a crackling fire spreading some warmth in the room. You can vaguely take in six other figures dwelling about in the room and one of them makes eye contact with you. He looks kind and you noted he was another person with a berry on top of his head.

A strawberry to be exact.

His hair was long and a beautiful shade of black contrasting very beautifully with the red and green of the berry. His eyes were big and suddenly filled with concern as he took you in before he stood up and walked over to you slowly. The others in the space seem to be watching him to see what he’d do next.

”Ah! Seonghwa! This is Y/n! And as you can see they’ve been hurt and I was hoping you could look them over and help treat some of their wounds?” Wooyoung explains.

”Come here you’re hurt badly let me get a closer look in the light.” He gently takes your hand and guides you over to the sofa near the crackling fire. He makes you sit next to a man wearing a brown sweater, his own hat which looks like a dahlia resting on his lap as he takes you in silently. 

”Wooyoung, San, care to explain why our new guest is here with us?” A man wearing a necklace similar to Wooyoung with topaz in it asked and Wooyoung went to explain your situation to everyone, explaining how you had been kidnapped from your home, how he had trailed after you for a while and how you attacked him when you had woken up.

Someone had muttered that it served him right to get smacked for doing something dumb like that and Wooyoung had just smacked the guy who had said it on his bicep before continuing to tell everyone how he felt bad and thought that they could maybe help you. Help you find home or at the very least heal you, let you rest up before figuring something out. 

”This might hurt a bit.” Seonghwa said as he cleaned your wounds and you hissed a little at the sting but otherwise stayed quiet listening to the others conversation about you. It seemed everyone was inclined to letting you stay, especially as the sun was setting.

”We can figure out more of this tomorrow.” The other topaz man said before turning to you and that’s when you noticed the marigold hat he wore. ”My name is Hongjoong. You’ve met Wooyoung and San and Seonghwa as well, since you will be staying the night and eating dinner with us I’ll introduce you to the others as well, Jongho is the one next to you, he’s our youngest but don’t be fooled he is the strongest one out of all of us. Yeosang is over there by the fire.” He points at Wooyoungs and Sans friend who’s beauty makes you stunned for a second. It was very fitting that he was a rose, he was elegant and just downright gorgeous just like his flower. ”Then we got Yunho our resident daffodil and Mingi our resident poppy.” Hongjoong finishes as he points at two very tall people. 

They’re probably the tallest people you’ve ever seen in your life.

”H-hello everyone. It’s nice to meet you even though my circumstances aren’t ideal. My name is Y/n and as you can probably tell by my hat I’m not from around here. I got kidnapped while plucking wood sorrel for dinner when this mean greenfinch came from nowhere and plucked me up and wouldn’t let me down. He flew a long way before eventually dropping me off making me fall a long way before I ended up on the earth again.” You tell them tiredly and most of them nod. 

Some look saddened by the fact that you were taken from home and the others look like they haven’t really figured out what or how they should feel about you just yet. You don’t blame them, it’s good to be cautious of new folks, that’s something your father always told you.

”We got some nice hot stew ready to be eaten if you’d like a bowl?” Hongjoong asks and you nod appreciatively.

”That would be very kind of you thank you.” 

”No problem, we can figure out more tomorrow I promise.” He says as everyone gets up to get their bowls, Wooyoung comes over with an extra bowl for you as Seonghwa just finishes up wrapping your wrist while telling you to be extra careful and not overuse it for a while.

”Thank you Seonghwa and thank you for the food Wooyoung.”

”No problem!” Both of them exclaims.

The night continues slowly, the nine of you enjoy the warmth of the soup and fire and shares stories of what you’ve done and been through to get closer. There’s a lot of laughter and joy as they tell you all the funny or weird things they’ve been through. Like that one time Mingi had gotten stuck in a log and couldn’t get out so they had to ask for a beaver to help him get out or the time they had an encounter with a scary swamp troll. You decided to share stories about what you and your siblings had been up to as children, like how you befriended bats and sometimes rode them during the night or when you danced with the faeries in the early morning fog.

Back in your own home your mother was pacing worriedly back and forth. You had not come back for dinner yet and you would usually be first one home especially today when you were tasked to bring home wood sorrel for her.

”My dear has Y/n not come back yet?” Your father asked as he came back from his first route of searching for you. He, Opal and Birk were searching in every place they possible could trying to find you. 

”No and I am worried. What if they have gotten into trouble or hurt themself badly? Oh my sweet baby what if they’re unconscious somewhere?” She said trying to will away the thoughts of one of her children being hurt. It was hard enough as it was for her to have to lie to her youngest children about your wereabouts. 

”Mama? Papa? Where is Y/n? They promised to tell me a bedtime story.” Your younger sibling said tiredly, grasping your mothers skirt in her tiny little hand, hoping she would see you soon.

”Your sibling is staying with a friend right now. I am sure Y/n will come back tomorrow.” You mother says picking her up and holding her close.

”Go inside, I will find Opal and Birk and see if they found anything.” Your father says before kissing your mothers cheek and then your siblings forehead as they head inside.

The one who had found any clues about you had been Birk. He had found your pile of wood sorrel and he searched desperately for you, calling out hoping you would respond.

”Y/N!! This isn’t funny!! Please come home!” He called out and called out over and over again and yet no one responded.

It was like you were gone.

Disappeared from the earth and Birk refused to believe it. He wouldn't rest until he found you safe and sound again.

[spamziii]

Do you ever wish that you can like, stop existing?

I'm tired, life is hard and I am weak.

I just don't want in anymore.

My brain don't want in anymore. The voices keep saying "I wanna d1e I wanna d1e I wanna d1e" in a loop for the past 3 years.

Don't get me wrong. I AM LOVED. I know it and that's the part driving me crazy. Why do I feel like this? I have a life so many people dream of. Why am I unsatisfied? Why am I so ungrateful ?

I am like the biggest hypocrite. I know exactly what to say to someone in my situation. In fact I've done it. Because I care about people. I care even when I don't wanna care.

But even if I know and I can try to control my thoughts, my feelings end up betraying me. Because you cannot control your feelings. I spent half my live running away from them and let me tell you, that's a bad bad idea.

But even though, why do I feel like I want to d1e? The feeling will ho away eventually, I know it. But I'm tired of waiting and even then I know that EVERYDAY is gonna be a constant fight. Some are easier some are better. But I don't wanna keep on fighting.

But what about my friends. A part of me wonders how shocked they would be if I d1e. I know my bffs are gonna be devastated. We're soulmates and I mean it literally. Part of me want them to be shocked and devastated wondering "how did we not see the signs " when i know damn well that I never reached out and I willingly hid everything and chose to go through this on my own.

Life is about choices. Oh choices, I hate making them. But I made mine because truth is, no matter how much we try to sugar coat it, having a mentally ill friend is draining. No matter how strong you feel you are sooner or later you'll find yourself in their shoes and I would never ever wanna do something like that to my friends. Did I do it for them? Yes. would I do it again? In a heartbeat.

Also I wonder how my sisters and parents would feel. My parents and aunts and uncles would probably say why did she do this to us . I heard my neighbour once talk about someone who unalived themself. "Selfish, didn't he thing about his parents he was an only child. Stupid kid"

And honesty, I do find it selfish. But this selfishness is the result, and I'm not trying to compliment myself, selflessness. I always always but others above me. I rarely prioritise myself and when I do it's usually my way to rebel. It's just who I am, and I hate talking about my qualities I find it egocentric, but I genuinely like to be of service and help my family and friends. I like to be useful. I am useful. But I'm tired. My heart hurts. I don't know what i want. I wanna sleep for a month. I wanna live in the middle of nowhere and be detached from reality and the news. I wanna scream and cry and laugh and dance. I want everything and nothing.

I have a partner but I don't feel loved. Idk if it's because I'm mentally ill or because I made them too comfortable with me accepting them the way they are. And hear me out. I'm not asking for drafting changes but wtf do you mean you didn't reply to me because you're awkward and don't know what to respond or because your social battery dies after 7 pm. I get tired too but I always make effort because I care. I know they care. But I don't FEEL it. And you're gonna say I should talk about it communication and yes I did once after months of hesitation, rightfully so. They have a low self esteem and crashed down " I'm the worst partner I'm gonna change you're right you deserve better " and it ended up in me reassuring them and no they did not do it in a manipulative way. Trust me. They just have low self esteem and since the beginning I felt like I'm walking on eggshells with them. It's tiring. But I CANNOT imagine myself without them. I brought them out of a dark place, I made them want to live again. When I can't sleep I just imagine myself in their arm.

But sometimes love just isn't enough.

They say you can't love others if you don't live yourself, somehow I learned to love everyone but myself. It's easier to love others. You're not them. You don't know all of "them". And no matter how much you know, you can find a way to sympathies and admiring them. You're not haunted by their embarrassing moments, mistakes etc. It's easier for you to dismiss them and focus on the positive.

"Well you can do the same to how you perceive yourself, it's all about your mindset" trust me , these are my words no use in telling me. I tried but, and here I am repeating myself, you cannot control your feelings and I'm tired of fighting them.

Maybe I am just not made for this. I don't know how to deal with stress. I have the worst, well at least bad, coping mechanisms. The only reason it haven't gotten really really bad yet is because I'm trying to not disappoint everyone in my life and there is a tiny tiny piece of me that thinks I can do it.

But who knows who will win? How will it end? I wish I can skip thru chapters and see the final page. Would it make it easier ? Knowing the ending?

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

i would like to stop experiencing the full spectrum of human emotions every day please. putting this out into the universe

[butch-bakugo]

Its not a shock to me that most "transandrophobia doesn't exist" people are trans women, mostly white trans women. They have a very specific image of what a trans man looks like and it's only two categories: the hyper fem, tits out, make up, twink trans man who doesn't pass nor try to and the hyper masculine, bearded, t'd up, all the surgeries, big buff trans man who you could never clock. They genuinely think every "transandrophobia truther" is lieing about not getting privileges they don't fucking have.

They genuinely believe every trans man passes and therefore we get male privilege and they get backed up by trans men who do pass and think a cis man making rape jokes with them and asking about their lift set is male privilege. Lemme shatter the illusion because as much as you like to scream about some wide spread privilege that doesn't exist, most trans people, in general, do not pass. This is especially true for trans men due to the hyperfocus society puts on feminine features. I have never met a fully passing trans man and I've met over a hundred personally irl. never. I know they exist but the fact y'all think we, en masse, get male privilege is factually just fucking wrong.

Trans men are not more acceptable or palatable to transphobes. Trans men are not more likely to pass. Trans men in mass do not get male privilege by virtue of our lack of passing and our medical history. Most trans men are still affected by the gender pay gap and thus can not afford surgeries.

You do not acknowledge the existence of non-passing trans men, only uphold the voices of trans men who pass and have the money for surgeries (a small percentage) then wonder why trans men laugh in your face when you make claims about male privilege we do not experience.

We are more likely to be conversionally raped than you. We are more like to be forcibly detransioned than you. We are more likely to experience domestic violence than you. We are more likely to experience hate crimes than you.

Trans men's hyper visibility in online spaces dose not transfer to real life visibility. You are more likely to see white cis gay men and white trans women in any media or ever mentioned than even white cis lesbians or white trans men. Your rhetoric is the origin of the "theyfab" myth. Our issues are invisible to you cause you do not care about other trans people besides yourself and other transfems. Everyone and their trans mother knows about transmysogny and the issues you personally face yet you expect trans men to be silent about their issues and feel like they should be silent because they are men. Trans men are more likely to experience litterally all forms of violence over trans women in every single avenue of violence that exists; religious, sexual, domestic, familial, etc. We are more likely to be stopped and abused before we socially transtion than anyone else due to hyper vigilance of society over afabs. You can scream all you'd like about how we only bring up our sex/the gender we are often raised as when it's convenient but you always ignore those often traumatizing experiences when it's convenient for you.

Many Transmascs and trans men had a traumatizing upbringing because society views us as "bad women" and " bad women" get treated so much worse and by many more angles than "bad men" specifically because we were forcibly assigned as women. You take advantage of a lack of nuance in the community by trying to group us with cis men specifically because you group yourself with cis women. News flash, neither of us and our experiences should be grouped with ANY cis group because we do not have cisgendered experiences.

I seriously think you think you are the most oppressed group in the trans community and you are not, not by a long shot. You are not the most oppressed group in the transgender community and that's a statistical fact. The most oppressed group, by far, are two spirits and cultural genders by virtue of them being inherently indigenous and indigenous people being the most oppressed race of people in the community regardless of the location they are indigenous to.

You are literally taking advantage of the things that were drilled into transmascs at a young age to be seen and not heard and to be quiet and let others talk, that they are lesser than everyone. Everyday there's a new story in the community of a cis man or a trans woman getting a trans man/masc pregnant to hurt them or force them off t or to detransion, this is not a fucking accident. You are not men, no one ever said you were, but you sure love to silence them like they do.

I'm not quiet, you do not intimately know our issues the same way we do not intimately know yours, You don't get to tell us what we do and don't experience and the fact you'd rather cry wolf and suspiciously call us "bitches" than hear us out, tells me everything i need to know. That alt right to trans woman pipeline you said you escaped? Yeah, you didn't. Ur just an alt right trans woman, Try Again.

[i-will-go-with-you-five]

The third craziest run I've ever had was when I was seven and running with my mom and we saw a stampede of bison on the mountain range above us, and on that same run some guy complimented my mom's gun that she carried while running in case of mountain lions.

The second craziest run I've ever been on was one day at night I thought I was getting chased by zombies but nope the growls were not from my phone and actually turned out to be from a coyote pack hunting cows.

The craziest run I've ever been on was that I was running a new route when lo and behold two calves broke out of the fence and ran across the road in front of me to the field across the street, so being the sympathetic good farmer that I am with lots of livestock who've also broken out a lot, I told the farmer who I knew of but didn't know personally, and he somehow convinced me to help get them back in, but then in the middle of herding these two calves I have a zombie chase go off, and rather than turn the app off or let myself get caught like a normal person, I just sprint away the second the calves are back in and leave that guy scratching his head and I about died of embarassment a quarter mile later when I realized he knew nothing about my app and to his knowledge I just ran away from him the second the cows were back in but before he secured the fence. I have not been able to run that way again.

[trans-encore]

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[things-to-tell-my-therapist]

😐

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

list of things i can depend on to make me cry

feathers across the seasons

starscream's confession + sentence at the end of till all are one

shigechi's death in jojos

the director watching allison's last words on repeat until he died

[welcometoteyvat]

ok very interesting quest in hsr

[dawnwriterimagines]

Traitors Among Us

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x Fem!Reader Task Force 141 x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

PART 2

Part Three: The Guilty Plea

Part Four: The Verdict Due

Summary: You're a rat, a traitor. At least that's what Task Force 141 believes due to the evidence and claims scattered against you. It doesn't matter what you say, everyone's against you, ready to end you for it...until the truth comes out.

Warning(s): Torture, Heavy Angst, etc.

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Drip.

Drip..

Drip...

Your shoulders seize up involuntarily as freezing droplets continue to hit your skin, eyes squeezed shut to try to ignore the sound that had been going on for who knows how long.

Another drop of water hits your spine from the faucet placed above you, it's cold as it runs down your bare skin. It feels like ice. Hitting the same spot over and over and over...

Drip...

Not even able to take a deep breath, you release a strained cry, it can hardly leave you, not that you hadn't cried enough already. You could feel the dried blood, tears and snot still on your face and a testament to your torment. You haven't been able to get the metallic taste of your blood of of your mouth since you got in here.

You breathe slowly, trying to relieve the pain in your chest. Body positioned downwards, chest pressed down to your knees, a leather buckle holds you down and over a metal stool. Wrists torn open by old shackles and stretched upwards to connect to the steel pipe in the middle of the room.

The stress position had been Johnny's idea, putting you in it to begin with. The bastard...

Kyle had been in and out to collaborate with Price on the interrogation, he didn't have the heart to do you any harm like his Captain. But, that didn't stop him from stomaching your screams as he turned the handle up, piercing cold crashing down atop you, it beats down on your back, by the time it's done your shaking, and your skin a bruising purple hue. It goes on like that for hours, even as you beg. He reads you the files again.

Price would then take the baton from the corner of the room, the side of your face already swollen from the last strike, you were seeing red out of your left eye and soon you wouldn't be able to see out of it if the swelling continued.

"Please..." you shivered, miserably.

"Over in a jiff, love, but i need somethin' from you, you know that." Was his reply, he tapped the baton against the metal below you, the reverb makes you jump each time, leaving you to stare at it as you watched his boots walk around you.

"Cap'n, It's not...It's not--me..." you tried, breathless. "I'd never.."

The steel baton came down on your shoulder, first. There was an immediate response from your constricted muscles, limbs that had all tensed up at once despite their numbness. Pulling at the shackles that kept you in place, the hit shocks you, nearly silencing you completely, it hurts, then it burns. Mouth open in a silent scream, you squeeze your eyes shut in an effort to block out the pain that crawled through your shoulder. "It's not me!"

You've been suffering from hypothermia for a few days since then. Your shoulder crushed right out of place or just plain broken, you weren't sure. It's not like you could feel much of your arms in this position.

It hurt. Not just the painful strain that this position was currently putting on your muscles, but everything else...

Of course, you've handled torture alike this before. Captured and tortured by enemies, ransomed for pay and fought tooth and nail to live, then found your way from that hell...only for the men who you'd kill for, to do the same thing to you with no remorse.

In the quiet of the empty room, you sobbed in agony. Squeezing your fists, but you couldn't even feel them, as far as you knew your fingers could only twitch in response to your demand.

You weren't sure what you were doing here.

Well, you knew. There was a mole, all evidence pointing to you, whatever it was had completely stunted their mission earlier in the week, left them hiding in a safe house for days until they were picked up by evac. Apparently, you'd leaked mission details to some hostiles over seas, you weren't sure which ones, they were hoping you could tell them. You had absolutely nothing, lost.

Of course, they didn't believe you. Although you expected to have at least a sliver of trust, someone to speak up against these claims and believe you...

It must've been too much to ask.

It came out of nowhere, at first you had been in bed with Simon, your fucking Fiancé, then that meeting with Price, then just...they'd cornered you in that room. Knocked you out without even an explanation, woke you up strapped down, confused, stripped of your uniform and feral as you demanded answers. Nobody listened to you.

That first night you thought you were gonna die. The second night you thought you had. The third night you were just convinced this was your hell.

You were soaked to the bone, and unable to stop shivering. The only sound you could hear was your own chattering teeth in this never-ending void of darkness.

It was so fucking dark in here, your eyes darting around to every corner, hoping for even a measly crack of light that your eyes could adjust to. Every sound, scratch, scrape or click made you jump, you couldn't see shit in here, so just about everything made you hyper aware. You couldn't help your anxiety as the sound of the faucet, the constant drops against your spine, the jingle of your shackles and the whimpers that echoed against the walls as you struggled to comfortably breathe. Maybe it was the thought of a mouse crawling up the stool and along your skin, or someone in here just staring at you in the corner, or the door finally opening for Price to start slicing into you demanding answers you didn't have.

You were on the cusp of losing your mind. If you hadn't already.

But it's been a few hours since then...

Maybe even a few days...

It could even have been a week.

You weren't too sure.

Simon had been the last one in here. He'd pulled the strap loose around your neck, hauling you up to an upright position by your jaw, eliciting a whimper from your lips. Able to breathe a bit easier, your lungs finally decompressing and you gulp down air greedily, "Simon..." this had been the first time you'd seen him since. He wears his balaclava, he is Ghost, not your Simon Riley.

As your bloodshot, swollen eyes raise to look into his cold ones, so unfeeling. You hadn't even realized you were so hopeful for his trust in you until then, looking at you like you were absolutely nothing to him, the same look he always had before pulling the trigger. "Simon, please, stop this..." your words slurred by your shivering, exhausted. "You know me...please."

Your tears slide over the leather of his gloved hands, while he holds tight to your face and cuts your pleads short with a painful squeeze. "Shut up," he says. His eyes are blank, but his voice is low and seething. "Shut the fuck up!" Simon harshly grits out to you, jostling you harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut, weeping miserably, throat closing up to your agony.

He had to know that you would've never done this to him. He should've known that. Given you the benefit of the doubt at least. You'd have never done this to him...

"I'm sorr-" you try, he squeezes harder to silence you swiftly, and snatches a tiny bowl off the tray he'd brought in. Raising your jaw a bit higher, he pours down a chunky broth into your mouth, letting it all just fall down to your throat. It's disgusting. He doesn't ease up for even a second as you toss and turn your head to breathe.

"Don't say a fucking word," he seethes, his hand enveloping your neck and keeping your head raised upward. "As if I should believe you..."

He then takes the next cup to do the same, your eyes bloodshot wide and you jerk away from him as you choke, unable to stomach anything, but he doesn't let you. This time you inhale accidentally, blocking your airway, eyes watering as you writhe for oxygen, your shackles clang violently as you attempt to retaliate, the first fight you've put up in days. His grip doesn't let up, even as you struggle and start to vomit up whatever he decided to shove down your throat.

When he finally lets go, you curve over and heave up whatever's left in your mouth, hyperventilating as you empty your guts on the floor. Hacking up whatever you can, it hurts, your throat burning from the sobs that leave you in between coughs. "If you love me, if you--ever had--" you spat at him. You'd given him everything, every part of yourself, nearly given him your life in the battlefield, and yet...it wasn't enough. "You would fucking believe me!" your voice cracks with the effort it takes to scream at him, to curse him to hell.

"My trust? That's what you want," Hollow eyes stare back at you, his attention flickering around to the uncomfortable shift of your shoulders in those cuffs. Your swollen left eye that had been hit so hard, the white of it had filled with blood. The black and blue littering your sides and your spine, the loss of color in your skin from the stress position and the cold that had you uncontrollably shivering. "You've had it before. You must've sold that to them too."

Your head drops to the stool again, releasing a heavy breath. "It wasn't worth much, if it was so easy to lose..."

Usually it's not very easy to set Simon off, you've known him always to be quite mellow, besides the barely concealed rage he had settled in his chest since you've known him. But, today, you were an exception.

Fisting a hand in your hair, Simon yanks at it, pulling you upwards for your to face him. His other hand coming up to wrap around your throat before your tortured scream can even manifest. In that moment, it feels as if he'd snapped your spine in half, having not used the muscles to stretch that area in over a week. Your shackled wrists shifting in the cruel position.

His eyes are wild and rageful, the balaclava that covers him twists just the same, his grip very telling to his violence as he squeezes down any chance at air or even a sentence. "Easy to lose..." he repeats, spitting in your face as he strangles you. "Easy t'lose your life! If you don't tell me the fucking truth," he pulls out the knife you'd seen him slit so many throats with before, you hear the familiar sound of it first then its cold steel pressing into the side of your ribs. "I'm gonna carve out your heart, and I'll take it real slow, let you feel every little thing I do to you in here," he shakes you harshly as a startled cry escapes you, your tears are burning hot against your cheeks. "You don't get to cry. Or whine. Or beg!"

"Stop--" you try to squirm away from him, to get as far away as possible, from this place, from this moment.

"Just tell me the truth," Simon's face twisted in agony, for just a second, his thumb drags along your jaw, meaningfully. "You'd be doing us both a favor..."

As his vast hand finally loosed around your neck just enough to hold you up, awaiting the bitter truth. Simon's knife catches on the protrusion of your ribs, nicking the skin, drawing blood on purpose. You stare up at the ceiling, the flickering old lights, the dripping faucet that's tormented your already fragile state for weeks now. "The truth..." you spoke, hoarsely. "You've all shown me...it doesn't matter to you. If it ever... Believe what you want--" you close your eyes, you're exhausted. Sleep had evaded you for days. "You and your truth and this team, you can all go to hell."

And finally he lets you go, letting your fall forwards, unable to find the relief of a cold floor but back to the strenuous position you'd been placed in. "AH!" nearly popping your shoulders out of place, or maybe they had, you bite down on your tongue, shaking in silence.

If you could see Simon's face, you could've relished in the uncertainty flickering in his eyes, the sudden doubt that led his knife back in its holder and his nails to bite into the flesh of his palms. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing leaves him, instead he stands there.

You can't say a thing to him now, everything that's happened was just a little reminder that whatever you said, whatever you did, it didn't matter. Their minds had already been made. You really would die here.

Simon stands there a little longer, he doesn't say anything, you're not sure if he stays there to watch your suffering a little longer or to wait to say another heart-wrenching thing. Maybe he's just there to wait for you to die. But, he just watches as you wretch and cry in a ball atop that stool.

He leaves not long after, he didn't bother to strap you down this time. He left the old light on, but it must've been older than you thought.

The single bulb fizzled out completely hours ago. Not unless one of them decided to cut the silence and turn on the light to start another 'questioning', so suddenly being able to see more than darkness wasn't anything to be excited about.

They'd leave you in the dark until then, to await the next moment any of them would grace you with their presence.

To be honest, you'd imagined you'd be stronger than this. But, there was nothing to hold onto, so what did strength matter?

It was too late anyway.

They'd broken you days ago.

---

The truth had come out, two days later.

"Oh god..."

"Oh my fucking God," Simon rushed down the corridor, Price tailing right behind him. "Oh my God!" his normal monotone voice now a mess of fear and panic, breathing harsher, on the cusp of hyperventilating with every stride as he ran faster than he ever had in his life.

Finally getting to the interrogation wing of the department, he bangs his fist on the plexiglass of those silently monitoring the rooms, "Open the fucking door!" he's buzzed in before he can pull on the handle another time.

Rushing down the hall to the now green lit room, lights flickering to life with every step closer down the hall of empty rooms. He nearly rips the door off its hinges as he bursts inside, the lights of the your tiny prison don't come to life as they should. Light spilling into the cell, to hit your limp figure first.

He doesn't deserve to say your name. "(Y/n)," Simon rushes over, to his knees instantly. A puddle of vomit, water and spoiled broth soaks through his uniform.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry," he sobs out his mistakes, unhooking your chains and cutting through your buckles as fast as he could. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" he catches his fiancé as you collapse, turning over and off the stool, your legs having lost all sense of feeling. You fall into his arms, catching you carefully. "Price!" he cries out, desperately.

"They're on the way!" Your captain assures, he sees the medical team rushing down the hallway, a stretcher, a box of medical supplies. Christ.

You're freezing to the touch, your skin a hue of blue, not to mention the bruises, the cuts and the swollen areas throughout your face and spine. You suddenly inhale, sharply, coughing terribly. You're sick, breathing shakily, "Simon...?" you breathe, confused. You can't see. Your eyes swollen shut from your torture at their hands.

"It's me, it's me," Simon assured, although he knew it probably brought you no comfort. He snatches the blanket offered up by Price, your captain a mess of himself, holding himself together at the doorway, nails biting into the steel.

As Simon wraps you in the first glimpse of warmth you've had in days, you ease up a bit, fingers twitching upwards to pull the threads closer around yourself. "It wasn't..." you shiver, Simon listens intently as he rises with you in his arms, running off to meet the medical team halfway. "It wasn't me..." you gasp out. "It wasn't..."

Simon can't say a thing as he hears your tormented voice stutter in fear of him, lips pressed tight together, heart sinking and as the nurses take your body, he collapses to his knees.

Part 2

[drmohammedibrahim]

My journey to buy milk and diapers for my child read and tell me your opinion.

yastrday I went to the Market (Deir al-Balah city in the middle of the Gaza Strip) to buy diapers and milk for my baby Ibrahim 9 months old after spend more than 3 hours to find anyone sales it I found 2 people have milk and diapers ... the important point how much they ask? how much the price? .. Don't be shocked the milk can number 2 price around 32$ which just 400 gram which not enough for 1 week , l leave him and walk then I found who's selling the diapers size 4 and the only one I found and I feel happy when I see he have size 4 diapers then I stop and ask him how much this pack which contains 40 pieces... here really the big disaster just imagine and don't lose your mind ... he ask 340 (Shekel) which means 96 $ usd... for a moment I think he joke with me then I ask him again how much you said? he repeat same price and say if you don't just put back and leave from here I looked to him and held myself not hit him after that i walk away and sit down beside the main road looking to sky and talk with myself what is going on? where we will reach? I held myself from crying front of people and I keep say may Allah take my soul I want leave this world. Then I stand and back to my tent walking with empty hands and whole the way keep thinking what do i say to my wife she wait me more than 3 and half hours what do i say to my little child Ibrahim? I'm at a loss for words 😕.

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[yanderenightmare]

TW: noncon, yandere, omegaverse, subjugation, some type of sexism, angsty, also a little fluffy?

fem reader

Discussions about superiority and inferiority between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas have become more popular lately. It’s always been many people’s opinion that the weak should cater to those stronger than them—but a debate with that as its topic is unsavory. Unfortunately, they’ve found new ways to phrase it. 

A resonating “Unmated Omegas are a danger to themselves!” garners much more sympathy…

And with the rise of people talking about it in the media, it was only natural to move the conversation into school as well.

You keep your head bowed in class as the chill runs down your spine. You feel the glare of thirty fellow students—the points of their teeth, too, and how they snicker under their breath. It’s always been rather scary being an omega, but you can’t say you’ve ever felt quite so alone.  

The teacher’s an alpha, so why should he care how what he says impacts you? He’s preaching to the choir, and you’ve never had the right to sing. The three other Omegas in your class have all chosen to stay home. They probably have the right idea—wait it out until it all blows over.

But you don’t know when that might be… You don’t know if that will be.

Society is on the precipice of critical change—new politics, new laws, new systems, new rights that separate you from them. You wallow in fear of the outcome, lying awake at night and scrolling through the news under the safety of your duvet. The statements seem endless. You wonder, why are all politicians Alphas?

You don’t want any of the things they’re suggesting—mating homes to help you find the perfect Alpha to bond with, systematic pairings done from birth, auctions. Is no one going to suggest they put shock collars on all Alphas and Betas to keep them in check? They’re the ones who need to—

“Your scent is distracting the whole class—don’t you feel ashamed?” 

It’s too easy for him to have you bent over the desk, your wrist on your back in his big fist as he wraps his tie around them. He and his goons stand around, all smiles—watching—enjoying it. It’s as if they’ve planned the whole thing, the way two of them peel away from the crowd to grab each their pick of your feet. Parting them, they use your own shoelaces to tie them to the desk legs.

The ringleader laughs. There’s an awful smell coming off him in waves—it makes you quiver. He flips your skirt up and whistles at the sight, showing everyone your ass and cotton undies. The bulge he presses against you is enough to make your tears spill despite how hard you’d fought to keep them at bay, knowing it only arouses them further.

“Aww, don’t cry, little bitch. You should be happy,” he coos, leaning over your trapped form to whisper right at your ear. “Don’t you know? You’ll never feel happier than you will bouncing on my big Alpha dick. It’s all your little Omega cunt dreams about, isn’t it?” He snickers, fiddling with his belt buckle—you flinch at every sharp clink as he jostles the metal. “Well, salvation is here—”

“Keep it to yourself.” Another voice breaks through the sounds of hollers and cheers.

Your eyes open to see him. You despise how your heart jumps in relief.

“Oi, you—” the guy at your back challenges, stepping away from you and toward the interruption.

“Yeah, me,” he states blankly, jaded. He eyes the rest of the guys with disinterest—five betas, zero threat—before telling them, “All of you. Scram.”

They all take a step to walk out as if his voice alone had compelled them, but then the previous guy interjects, making them stop in their tracks again. “Tch—you know what they’re saying. All unmated Omegas are free game, and I won this one. So back off.”

It was like watching a match of tug-of-war.

“Heh,” the intruder laughs. “That rule only counts for Alphas.”

You spot your aggressor's fists curl—there’s a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. “I am an Alpha, asshole.”

“Really?” he feigns, sizing him up with a cocky tilt of his head. “Couldn’t tell.” He doesn’t seem fazed in light of the aggression—actually, it seems to amuse him if anything. “To me, you smell no different from all these other Beta losers.” 

He takes a casual step forward, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face—baring canines with grace.

“But if you wanna prove it, I’m ready when you are.”

It’s quiet after the declaration. The betas are unsure who’s side to pick, none of them eager to get caught in the middle. It becomes a competition purely between the two Alphas.

Without backup, your aggressor backs down and leaves.

“Thought so,” your savior jeers, showing the crowd out, closing and locking the door behind them.

It’s quiet after they’ve left.

You hide your face. Listening to his footsteps approach—he sighs when taking the place of the former guy. He doesn’t touch you, though.

“Y’know…” he starts. “That guy might be trash, but he isn’t wrong…” He picks up your skirt and drapes it back in place. “None of this would ever happen if you weren’t unmated.”

You speak through grit teeth. “Untie me.”

He chuckles familiarly at that, clicking his tongue at you. “What? Aren’t you gonna say please?” But he does what you say anyway. Squatting down, he starts with your ankles.

The scent of your fear still lingers in the air despite your tough act. You’ve always been so steadfast, ever since you were kids, even when it does you no good. He frees your feet—one, then the other, slowly—he even reties your laces into pretty bows before he’s done. 

He remembers it being so obvious. The sun rose in the morning and the moon at night, and you were supposed to be an Alpha while he a Beta at best. You promised you’d be by his side to keep him safe forever, and he wanted nothing more.

But then puberty hit, and nothing was as you’d imagined.

He stands and unknots the tie keeping your wrists restrained.

You immediately push him off—already storming away.

“Do I get no thank you, no nothing? Always so stubborn—” He grabs your arm.

You spin around, an unnatural snarl on your face. “Let go!”

You’d have been a terrifying Alpha. But as fate has it, you’re not. And you shouldn’t act like it. It only lands you in trouble.

But he doesn’t say that. 

“You been watchin’ the news?” he says instead, ignoring your cry and keeping a firm grip on your arm. “Seems like auctions are winning the voters. You know what that means?”

He feels you flinch, followed by a quiver. He can tell. No matter how good you are at hiding it. He can see—the way you’re fraying at the edges, barely holding it together. Always acting so strong. He can’t tell whether you enjoy torturing yourself or if you’re just that good at convincing yourself you’re fine.

“Pretty soon, new authorities are gonna come storming in here, roundin’ up every sorry unmated Omega they find, and put ‘em all on a farm where pompous Alphas can have their pick of the litter.”

He can never tell what you’re thinking, but he knows he doesn’t need to tell you any of this. You’re not stupid, you never have been. He knows you already know. But…

“You should decide now while it’s still your choice.” 

You must be terrified. He understands. But truly… it’s obvious what you have to do, isn’t it?

“It’s not like you have many options.”

It’s obvious. It always has been.

You don’t meet his eyes. You haven’t for a long while. Actually, you haven't since both of you got your test results. He understands this wasn’t what you had in mind, but you can’t afford to mope about it forever—

“How am I supposed to choose any Alpha when you’re all such assholes…”

Your mutter stunts him. It wasn’t what he expected. Or, the words were more or less exactly something he’d expect from you, but that voice—quiet and soft, dangling on the brink of sweet. If you’d said anything else, he’d have taken it as a confession.

“Can't argue with that,” he ends up chuckling again.

You hate how easy this is for him. He would cry at every turn when you were kids. It’s unfair. 

“But you can’t keep doing this, either,” he states. His voice is soft, paired with that ugly authority they all have when talking to you—talking down to you. “Just look where it gets you—scared and exhausted because of it. At least have the brains to stay home.” He says it as if it’s a joke, but you both know it isn’t. His chuckles are light—far from fullhearted.

He bends down, trying to find your eyes. He still holds onto your arm, knowing you’d sooner stomp away than listen to him. His other hand brushes your cheek gently, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You hear the call from the rafters—it’s not about what you want anymore. It’s about what you need.”

That’s what they say, isn’t it? What you need. You want to slap him. Scratch him with claws, bite his throat out—make him choke on his own words. Need? What you need is for them all to fuck off.

You mean to say it with the same sentiment, but something hard and rough in your throat makes all your words come out wobbly. “Mate an Alpha to stay safe from other Alphas. What a joke.”

You bow your head further. The tears return. They burn as they trail down the sore streaks from before.

He’s never seen you like this. He won’t lie, it makes his pants tight—feeling the urge to suck your cheeks, hold you close and comfort you. But knowing you right, you’d probably never let him. Your face would probably scrunch up in disgust, punch his gut, knee his groin, then turn on your heel and leave him on the floor wheezing.

You really would have made the most terrifying Alpha. 

“The world isn’t fair,” he agrees. “But you get nowhere cryin’ about it—do it my way, and you’ll never—”

“Have any freedom,” you cut him off with a sniffle. 

It’s about the most adorable thing he’s seen in his life.

He gets why you don’t like Alphas—they’re all gross. He makes himself sick sometimes. He can’t believe he’s getting off on watching you have a mental breakdown. There’s something seriously wrong with his side of the species. His throat’s tight, mouth watery with the urge to reap your vulnerability. 

Suppressing it only makes his inner beast furious. Some of that aggression comes out in his next words.

“I’m sorry, but the world doesn’t give a shit about your freedom.” 

The grip around your arm tightens, and you look up in shock—watching his narrowed eyes through your watery ones. 

“What you need is safety—now more than ever. Or do you like being preyed on by every Alpha around the corner?” 

Your bottom lip trembles at the reality of it—a little while ago, you were almost— 

“One of these days, I'm not gonna be here in time, and you’ll be a slave to some fucking—” 

He huffs and hangs his head. His hand loosens up—it trembles where he holds you in place.

“In all honesty, I think I’m more scared than you,” he whispers under his breath. “I think I might kill—”

He stops himself again. You don’t know if it’s in an effort not to frighten you or himself.

“Speak about needs…” he begins anew, now softer. “I need to know you’re safe. I need to—” He looks up. His eyes are back to being round. “I need you more than you need me, probably.”

There’s a desperation on his face. It almost looks like he’s on the verge of tears himself.

“So… please?” he begs. “Will you keep me safe like you promised and stay by my side?”

Your tears dry and prickle. Looking into his eyes now, you see the same boy you knew back in your childhood—that one who’d chase you all over even when you’d call him a sniveling crybaby. You realize, Alpha or not, he hadn’t changed all that much at all. 

“It’s not like you need my permission,” you end up saying.

You’ve always been so hard-headed. He has to smile. “No, but I want it.”

You nibble your lip. You can’t believe you’re at the mercy of this big dumb hunk of… you don’t have the words to describe him. He wasn’t exactly a crybaby anymore. 

“Okay. You win.” 

His eyes widen as you bear your neck with a stretch. Head high and shoulders slack. 

You swallow thickly. “Get it over with.”

He shudders at the sight. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but now it almost seemed too soon. 

“We should be supervised by a professional—you know how wrong things can go—”

“Hurry up before I change my mind.” Your eyes remain shut, and your lips pursed.

His tongue grows thick in his mouth at your bark. A sudden stroke of performance anxiety makes his palms sweaty, hands heavy and shaking. But then the sight of your soft neck has his mood shift, becoming drowsy.

He has no control over the growl that begins rumbling from his gut.

But he doesn’t apologize for it either.

He bends forward—breaths on your chest before he licks your throat. You can’t help but whimper at the warmth. He watches you through hooded eyes—your usually angry face is now all cute, riddled with anxiety you try hiding paired with the grim anticipation of pain.

“Shh,” he soothes, kissing the spot softly. He sways you against him, then lifts you up on the desk for you to sit. Grazing your neck with teeth when feeling your hands tangle two fistfuls of his shirt. He expects you to push him away, but you don’t—you tug him closer instead as if silently telling him to hurry up.

But he doesn’t want to rush, doesn’t want to lose himself—that’s how accidents happen. So he sticks to sucking gently, only tiny nibbles that leave your skin hot and lightly bruised in their wake.

You give a moan once he finds the spot, and he growls in restraint upon the pretty sound—feeling you relax despite being threatened with his teeth right at your artery. He almost humps your leg in return, feeling the boil of blood pump him hot and heavy in his pants—breaths turning equally hot and heavy, each one laced with rust.

Drool coated your neck in a cool sheen, soothing the marks made beneath it, while his lips and fangs aroused pleasure in the spot that now ached for the sting of his bite.

“Please,” slipped from your mouth while tugging him closer. 

His eyes, completely drunk on the pretty prayer, had only a slim rim of color left surrounding the hungering bottomless pits, blown full and black with opium.

No one could come and take you away from him now. Not with his print so pretty on your neck. You were his—just as you were always supposed to be.

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Natsuo, Amajiki, Mirio ♡ JJK – Yuji, Yuuta ♡ HQ – Kuro, Miya twins ♡ DS – Tanjiro, Zenitsu

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[vvampirelust]

mm callin sevika mommy for the first time out of nowhere while she’s fucking u… ur lost in the moment and it comes and she stops moving out of shock…. then she starts again but harder, faster, teasin u like “what’d you call me, baby? let me hear you again, mama?”

thinking thoughts!!!

meow

The laugh Sevika lets out is downright evil. She’s paused the movement of her hips, her dick still inside your cunt, so deep yet unmoving. You almost regret letting that stupid little word slipping past your lips. “What’d you just call me?,” her tone is mocking, you can feel the smirk tugging at her lips, “Let me hear it, doll. Say it again.”Sevika punctuates her words with a sharp, rough snap of her hips, forcing her cock deeper than you thought possible.

Your eye’s squeeze shut, tears teasing your waterline, feeling like you’ve been punched. You cry out, “Mommy!” it’s pathetic, each syllable broken into weak sobs, “I- I need you, mama, please.” Sevika’s broke you, leaving you a babbling little mess, reducing you to nothing but a toy she loves to play with.

Since that word passed your lips, she fucks you with no remorse, as if you were fuelling the fire within her. Sevika grips your thighs hard enough to bruise and forces your legs up against your chest. Her thrusts are harsh, unforgiving as she ruts her hips, over and over practically shoving her dick into your cunt. “Yeah, baby? Need your mommy’s dick, huh? Fuck, you’re taking it so good,” she seethes, teeth gritted, watching your abused pussy sucking in her cock so eagerly. “Come on, girl. Whose cunt is this?”

A loud smack echoes with each thrust, Sevika’s hips slapping against your thighs. Your eyes are rolled so far back into your skull, all you can see is the bright flashes of light from the amount of pleasure you’re being given. “Yours, mama,” you mewl, voice teetering on a scream, “Mommy i’m yours, all yours, please please, mama don’t stop.” You’re rambling, fucked completely and utterly dumb, and Sevika loves it. If she could fuck you harder, she would, and she tries. Sevika drops her weight on you, bucking her hips, making sure you feel her deep inside you.

“You’re such a fucking whore,” she spits, “All mine. So good for your mama.”

[luv-lock]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ SWEET GIRL 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ NOTE : Minors DNI. Damian is an adult. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

⎯ Bruce Wayne

Bruce eats pussy like it’s a goddamn art form—he’s precise, calculated, and maddeningly patient. He starts slow, always. Those big hands spread you open, thumbs keeping you vulnerable as he just looks at you, like you’re a meal he’s been starving for. Then, his tongue starts, slow and flat, dragging up from your entrance to your clit in one smooth stroke that has your breath catching. He doesn’t rush, not at first—he builds you up so slowly that you’re practically begging him to stop teasing. When he gets serious? Oh, you’re fucked. Bruce focuses entirely on your clit, his tongue pressing firm and circling in ways that have your thighs trembling. He slides two fingers inside you, curving them just right to hit that spot, and he watches you. His dark eyes stay locked on your face, reading every reaction like he’s solving some complex puzzle. And god, he loves control. If you try to squirm or close your legs, he growls, low and dangerous, “Stay still, or I’ll stop.” Spoiler: he never actually stops, but the threat alone keeps you in place. When you cum, he doesn’t let up. His tongue keeps working you, dragging you through wave after wave until you’re crying out his name, completely wrecked.

⎯ Dick Grayson

Dick? He’s a pussy-eating legend. You know how some people enjoy it? Dick fucking loves it. He dives in like it’s his favorite thing in the world, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer, his face buried between your legs as he moans like a man possessed. He’s messy about it, too—his tongue is everywhere, licking and sucking on your clit like he’s trying to ruin you. But Dick knows exactly how to build you up. He’ll start with long, teasing licks, making you squirm and whimper, and then he focuses entirely on your clit. His tongue moves in quick, flicking motions, switching it up with soft sucks that send shocks through your entire body. And he’s loud. He moans into you, murmuring things like, “You taste so fucking good,” and “I could stay down here all night.” His fingers? Fucking perfect. He slips two inside you effortlessly, curling them up in time with his tongue until you’re sobbing from the intensity. And Dick doesn’t stop when you cum. Nope. He keeps going, even as you’re begging him for mercy, his grin widening against your skin because he knows he’s got you falling apart.

⎯ Jason Todd

Jason eats pussy like he’s got something to prove. There’s nothing soft or sweet about it—it’s raw, filthy, and absolutely fucking primal. He doesn’t even bother teasing you. The second your legs are open, his face is buried between them, his tongue lapping at you like he’s starving. His grip on your thighs is bruising—he keeps you pinned in place no matter how much you try to squirm. His tongue is relentless, focusing on your clit with harsh flicks and sucks that have you seeing stars in seconds. Jason’s all about intensity—he groans against you, low and rough, sending vibrations through your body. And when he slides his fingers inside you, It’s game over. He pumps them hard and fast, curling them to hit that sweet spot over and over until you’re screaming his name. Jason loves watching you lose control. He’ll pull back just enough to smirk at you, his lips and chin soaked, and growl, “C’mon, baby. Let me hear you.” And when you finally cum? He doesn’t stop. He forces you to take every second of it, holding you down as he works you through the aftershocks, leaving you completely wrecked.

⎯ Damian Wayne

Damian is precise. He approaches eating pussy like a challenge, determined to reduce you to nothing but gasps and moans. He starts slow, dragging his tongue through your folds with maddening patience, watching your every reaction. His hands hold your thighs apart, firm but not rough, keeping you exactly where he wants you. Once he finds what works, Damian locks in like a man on a mission. His tongue circles your clit in perfect, rhythmic motions, alternating with soft flicks that have your back arching off the bed. He doesn’t get messy—everything he does is intentional, calculated, and devastatingly effective. His fingers join the party soon enough, sliding inside you with ease, curling up to hit your G-spot with every stroke. Damian’s all about control. If you try to move, he tightens his grip, growling, “Stay still. I’m not done with you yet.” He’s also vocal in a way that’s almost mocking. “Look at you. Falling apart for me already.” And when you cum? Damian doesn’t stop. He keeps going, overstimulating you until you’re trembling, tears streaming down your face as you beg him to let you breathe. He’ll finally pull back, wiping his mouth with a smug smirk, because he knows no one else can make you feel like that.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.