#cw: implied smut

[spaceyaemonds]

former stripper/R2!reader and Jack go get breakfast together every morning after she works night shift with him, even before becoming official. He always, always buys and makes sure to take her home after. Walking her to the door like a true gentleman.

Eventually, they just start going to his place. At first, they just sleep. He likes the feeling of her next to him, in one of his old army shirts and a pair of his boxers.

It all changes one day when he accidentally walks in on her changing and he’s rock hard at the sight of her the the tiniest and laciest piece of lingerie he’s ever seen.

note: unedited

[justrandomghoul]

Alpha x Omega: Always Wanted You

CW: Implied smut at the end.

Omega has always wanted Alpha, but does Alpha want him as much as he does?

I’ve been working on this one all week and to be honest, I’m still not very happy with it. I think I would only make it worse if I continued, but I hope you guys enjoy it regardless. <3

Huge thanks to @littlemoon-beam who inspired the religious imagery. <3

Omega wandered down the hallway without looking and nearly collided with Alpha. He looked down and meekly apologized. Alpha's gaze at the ghoul before him looked calculating. It was as though he was trying to figure Omega out. Omega fidgeted nervously under his stare and dared himself to look back up.

“Um…Is something wrong?” Omega asked nervously.

Alpha tilted his head and tenderly placed his hand on Omega’s cheek as if he came across something he has never seen before and must study it. Omega prayed that Alpha couldn't notice that he yearned for his touch, that he yearned for him.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” Alpha softly marveled. “They remind me of the ocean. I always drown in them when I steal a glimpse.”

Omega looked down and blushed at the words spoken to him.

“T-thanks,” Omega stammered, not knowing what to say. He willed himself to back up at Alpha. “Your eyes are beautiful, too.”

Alpha grinned and pulled Omega closer.

Alpha leaned in and whispered sweetly into Omega's ear, "I just want to focus on you, our beautiful Omega."

Alpha gently kissed and nibbled his neck, compelling Omega to shutter and gasp in ecstasy. Alpha had the reputation of being forward, but at that moment, Omega somehow forgot how forward he could be. Omega has always been infatuated with Alpha, but he wouldn't dream of telling Alpha as he feared rejection.

Alpha growled and pulled Omega closer, nuzzling him. Omega closed his eyes and purred at the sensation.

Alpha confessed as though he was speaking to a noble maiden, "I've always wanted you like this. I've always wanted to see you in your glory and see me worthy enough to bed you."

Omega gently pulled away from Alpha to look him in the eye and confessed, "I've always wanted you as well. I just thought that you wouldn't want me."

Alpha removed his hand from Omega's face and tenderly grasped his neck, feeling a quickened pulse underneath the grasp. Omega gasped at the sensation, wanting to lean more into the touch.

Alpha leaned and growled under his breath into Omega's ear before revealing, "If you allow me, I want to show you how much I want you."

Omega swallowed and nodded, not trusting his voice. He couldn't believe that Alpha wanted him. Alpha wanted Omega how Omega wanted Alpha. Alpha grinned and removed his hand. Omega whined at the loss and gasped as Alpha lifted him into his arms as if he was carrying a princess, and in a way, he was.

Omega wrapped his arms around Alpha's neck to keep himself from falling and leaned closer, wanting to bask in his warmth. Alpha kissed Omega's neck one last time as he carried Omega back to his chamber to worship the beautiful ghoul in his arms.

[thee-horny-thicky]

TW: Yandere!Gojo, baby trapping

I know it's fanon that Satoru became a fuckboy once Suguru left, which I've written about before. However, I think the reality is that intimacy is rare for Satoru. He's busy, and vulnerability is his biggest fear. It's why he always maintains his childish, energetic persona, because after Suguru tore out his heart and stomped on it, opening up to another person was out of the question.

However, even the strongest isn't immune from developing crushes.

You were a new hire, a foreign sorcerer that recently transferred to Jujutsu Tech. You were born the same year as Suguru, and the similarities didn't end there. You might not look like him, though you were attractive in your own right, but so much about you echoed the man who broke Satoru's heart. Despite your serious demeanor, you knew how to take a joke, and were seriously competitive. You were cunning and sly, with a wit that he admired. You were loyal to those you cared about, but ruthless to your enemies. Best of all, you tolerated him in a way few could.

He found himself falling hard, and was delighted to know you felt the same way... sorta. You see, while he was planning a wedding, you wanted something purely physical. Satoru didn't mind indulging your lust, but he expected it to transform into love at some point. And it did, on his end. But you, you were a different story.

Your trajectory was similar to Satoru's. You too had a high school sweetheart who broke your heart, and you responded to it by shunning relationships. The difference was that you indulged in a decent amount of flings and one night stands. What started as a way to ease heartbreak became a stress reliever and your favorite hobby. Moreover, being a sorcerer, conventional dating was risky. The risks weren't canceled out by someone like Satoru.

In fact, they were amplified.

Put simply, you didn't want to be a clan leader's wife. You enjoyed being a sorcerer, but if you wed the leader of a clan, you'd be reduced to a baby maker. You wanted kids one day, when being a sorcerer had lost its thrill. Maybe they'd fill the void, but for the time being, you were happy childless.

Unfortunately for you, your time without kids is nearing an end.

You see, once Gojo hears that you wouldn't mind being a mommy one day, he decides that's how he'll keep you. If his expensive gifts and lavish dates aren't enough, certainly a baby will be. Because after losing Suguru, he isn't willing to miss out on HEA with a great love again. If he has to use...questionable methods, so be it.

And hey, if a baby doesn't work, he has a cozy little room waiting for you, complete with security measures only he could disarm.

[hanafubukki]

Lilia either directly or anonymously getting you a vibrator or other toy and then, when you're not home, using his unique magic on it to see how you've been enjoying it 👀

CW: Smut/lemon/lime (or whatever citrus fruit people use nowadays lol)

Hello Anonie 💞🌺💚

You’re trying to kill me here Anonie 😂💞 in the good way of course.

Let’s say Lilia directly got us a vibrator/toy.

(Because let’s face it, if someone got me one and I didn’t know who it was? I would find that creepy. Unless it was hinted at that they would get me one lol)

I can see Lilia getting the toy and telling you to enjoy it. He can’t always be around to see to your needs no matter how much he wants to. So think of him when you use it.

And think of him you do. Whether it’s a vibrator or some other toy. You use it to please yourself. Moaning his name. Getting yourself ready until you release. Imagine edging yourself over and over.

It gives you pleasure, but it also gives him pleasure. It’s one of his favorite ways to have you beg for him.

You know his plan to use his UM, he’s thinks he’s being sneaky but you know him. So you make sure to make it that much harder for him later when he watches.

Why watch? When he can come to you instead? Why deny both of you that pleasure?

Now?? What if I say that your toy works both ways? Whatever you do to it, it does to him. He feels it.

Imagine it being in the warmth of your body as you bring it in and out. He feels that warmth. The heat as you repeatedly take it in and out. Feels it as you move the toy in a specific way.

He can feel the release building and then…you stop.

Oh. Oh he can’t have that.

You riled him up and now deny him release? Deny you both that release? He knows you are teasing him

I can see his eyes turn dark wine red, he’s going to have you on your knees begging for release after he’s done with you.

[kabr0ztrousers]

hi, big fan of your writings!! could you do a fem!reader being free-use’d and bred by anthropomorphic bug people, with noncon/dubcon, and intox/drug venom? the darker and more objectifying, the better!

More bugs? Plus egging, intox, noncon and the reader having a really, really bad time? Sounds like fun!

Kabr0z Writes Episode 45: Resistance

This episode concerns Chitinids, we've seen them before in episodes 25 and 26

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; warcrimes; military occupation; intox; freeuse; Interspecies; group sex; oviposition; implied impending character death; parasitic pregnancy; forced breeding;

A/N: Another day, another reminder that requests are open, and that if you want to see anything, send an ask or a DM and it'll be added to the list of stories to tell!

Long-time readers will notice a bit of a retcon with a returning species of alien bugs, but hell to it! Nobody's reading these for the rich, cohesive world

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The cities were clean. The streets quiet. Everything eerily safe and sterile. The Chitinid gunships patrolling sky saw to that. They were silent, hanging ominously in the air in exactly the way bricks don't.

You hurried from your office, aiming to get to the old library before one of them noticed something awry. There's always people on the streets, going to and fro, everybody had jobs although nobody really did anything at them. The work was just sitting in meetings and firing off salvos of emails that would be diligently opened and summarily ignored. Chitinid tech had ended world hunger, cured almost all disease, even fixed the climate. Only problem is, it came at the cost of billions of human lives.

They didn't try to hide the farms, where people were processed and converted to semi-conscious milk producers, or the trade in human pets where some of the wealthiest of your insectile overlords would own a human or four, implanting them with cruel machinery to force their subservience. They also didn't hide the 60-minute war, the last stand of the old world. London, New York, Washington, LA, every city with more than a million people was emptied within ten minutes of formal first contact. Humanity launched every warhead that seventy years of paranoia and hate had stockpiled. Those suspension fields caught every one, redirecting them to deep space. The last of mankind capitulated.

Except you, and a dozen or so others you knew of. Rebels in the dark. Your cell was in terse contact with another, who told you they knew of at least one other, and so the chain went on. It's safer if no one link in the chain know too much about any of the others, but some interesting word has come down the grapevine. In your bag was a thermos filled with nitroglycerin, one of your friends was working on a detonator, a set of elevator codes had came over the radio.

The plan was simple, get to the parts together, get to the roof of a building, and drop the package onto a gunship. It wouldn't win the war, it wouldn't even reallt slow them down, but it would send a message. They hadn't won yet, far from it.

The cell met in a cellar under the library. The building had been a pub decades ago, and the old cellar still existed under the stone floor, the hatch hidden under a rug behind the reception desk. Nobody said much, the group was too close knit to need signs and countersigns. The device came together gradually, a cacophony of held breath as the mercury fulminate charge was lowered into the flask, and you were set.

No time to lose. The plan was your baby, and you weren't going to leave it to chance. The codes you had were for an office building, likely to be empty this late at night. You dodged the pools of light coming from the streetlamps. The foyer was unlocked, as promised, and the lift code worked. Clutching your flask to your chest, you ascended the building. It used to be some bank or other, now it's the same office as everywhere else, but the building was still tall.

The penthouse office. You moved carefully, an overeager step would echo off the polished marble tile. The huge desk stood unoccupied, the roof access behind it. You made for the rail overlooking the west corner of the building, and there it was. A black shape on the dim streets below. The gunship stopped at the intersection and scanned its surroundings. You dropped the bomb.

An azure light caught it in midair, projected from the gunship. You ran. A confinement field shone down over you, inches from the door back into the office. Dust whipped around you. The world flipped.

You're in a cell now. Three Chitinids stood watching you. They spoke amongst themselves, or maybe they were speaking to you? You never learned the chittering language they used, and they don't normally speak English. You tried to move in the azure light, the tingling numbness stopped that. One of the bugs held a screen to your face. The library. Your stomach knotted up as you realised, this is a live feed.

Gunfire rained on the old building, within seconds it was rubble, a minute reduced it to a hole. You screamed, rage and hate filling your voice. The bugs laughed, keeping up the bombardment.

One approached you, pushing its sharp mandibles into your face. Strong hands gripped your clothing, tearing it off. You floated, naked and immobile as the three bugs paced around you, pinching and prodding, laughing at your yelps and threats. One grabbed your ass, pulling you weightlessly towards it in the field. A sharp barb jutted out from its mouthparts, and sank into your shoulder.

Your yells turned to moans. It had drugged you with something. Your body got hotter. You tried to turn and grapple it, but all the strength in the world wouldn't move you. One in front stepped up to you, both forelimbs on your tits as one of the lower arms grabbed your cunt, sinking angled fingers into you.

Your body spasmed, you swore as you felt yourself clench around him. The one behind you laughed and bit you again, giving you another dose of the venom.

You came around the fingers stuck in you, cursing and crying as you did. It released your tits and knelt down in front of you, using its forelimb to tease your clit as it pumped its hand into you.

Tears welled in your eyes as you felt another orgasm come on, you tried to suppress it. The one forcing its hands into your cunt bit you. Its mouth barb lanced into the flesh above your womb, instantly driving you over the edge again. You felt yourself spasm and squirt uncontrollably as the roaches laughed at you again. They tipped you over, flipping you end over end in the light, bringing you to rest face-up, waist high to them.

They loomed over you. Sizing you up as you quivered and squirmed, your breath catching, fluid still dripping in thick droplets from your cunt. Chitinous plates parted on the one stood near your face. A long, ribbed appendage slid out of the gap, dripping dark fluid of its own onto your face. You felt your legs part and what you imagined would be a similar thing brush the lips of your swollen cunt. A chittered word, and both thrust into you at once.

The slime was thick, and bitter. It hurt your throat to swallow it, but it filled you with heat, stronger than the venom from their mouths. The one in your pussy was having a similar effect, making your walls shudder and clench against it, the ribs of its exoskeletal cock stimulating you as he slid them in and out of you. Tears were streaming down your face now, moans turning to screams, and back to moans as the cocktail of aphrodisiac mingled in you, driving you beyond your breaking point.

All you could feel was the cocks pounding your body, again and again making you cum all over them.

All you could see was the screen, the smoking hole that was the library burned into your mind's eye.

You felt the one in your throat cum. It forced itself further in, spraying a thick slime down your neck. You gagged, the instinct to swallow the only thing stopping you drowning on the thick cock-slime being pumped into your belly.

It hurt. The slow-moving load coating your insides. Every beat of your heart making your head spin. You couldn't even feel the one in your cunt unloading into your clenching womb. The potent drugs in their sexual fluids keeping you dazed and in a constant orgasm.

You didn't notice the third had a different appendage. Wider, with a bulbous tip. You didn't sense it slide into you, pumping eggs into your cunt where they lodged into your womb, fertilising from the ocean of bug spunk in your body. You could half-see it as it lay its ovipositor on your lips, stopping your breathing as it forced its way into your throat. More eggs, pushing down into your stomach, fertilising, embedding.

You wouldn't be able to know what would happen to you when the eggs hatch.

You couldn't know the hosts of Chitinid young rarely survive to tell of what happens next.

You'll find out

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Dark enough for you?

[wildflower-ramblings]

MDNI - 18+

Warnings in the tags - warnings contain spoilers.

Read at your own risk.

Simon Riley x reader

I have no explanation for this.

Simon knows everything about you.

He knows your favourite songs, your favourite movies. How you take your tea. How you sing in the shower and apologise to inanimate objects when you bump into them. The way your eyes light up when you laugh; the way you wrinkle your nose when you’re annoyed or frustrated. Knows every twitch of your mouth and flicker of your eyes, and what emotion they mean. He knows the best way to make you giggle in amusement, or to make you flush in embarrassment. Knows what little things annoy you, or upset you; and more importantly, what makes you happy.

He knows the street you grew up on, and the crack on the side walk that made you fall off your bike and scrape your knee. He knows the exact shape the scar is in now, decades later. He knows the name of your first pet, a goldfish you swore once changed colour ever so slightly and definitely had more than a three second memory. He knows the name of your best friend in kindergarten, and how you wanted to become astronauts together and be the first to land on Saturn. He knows the names of all of your cousins, even the ones you only saw at weddings and funerals. Remembers all of their birthdays, too, and remembers when and where you last saw them.

He knows each and every one of your exes, from the first boy in high school who kissed you then broke your heart, to the thankfully short relationship you’d had in university, who refused to let you meet their friends or go over to their place. About the last relationship you had, the one you thought you were going to marry, and how much it broke you when they told you they couldn’t do it any more. He knows how long it took you to pick yourself up after that, and how much strength it took to shut them down when they tried to tearfully apologise months later.

He knows every single on of your friends, very way they’ve hurt you, which friends seem to flake at the first sign of trouble, which ones will cancel plans at the last minute and leave you on your own. Which ones will stick with you through anything, who will point out the red flags you can’t see, but still be there for you even when they don’t agree with your choices.

He knows everything about your job; your favourite and least favourite coworkers, which ones will chat about your weekend with you and which ones have talked about you behind your back. How much you dread each Monday, and how much you wish you could tell your manager where to shove it. He knows how tired you look every Friday night, collapsing onto the couch with a glass of wine as soon as you can, some mindless show on TV that you swear you’re not really into, but can name every character from.

He knows your entire bed time routine, from the hot drink you make yourself to wind down to the way you dance around whilst brushing yourself. How terrible you are at remembering to take your tablets and the systems you’ve tried (and failed) to keep track of them. All your little tricks to get yourself to sleep when your mind refuses to shut down.

He knows how you are first thing in the morning, all droopy eyes and soft sighs, the sheets tangled around your body. He knows how soft you look in the golden morning light, the way you curl into your pillow when your alarm goes off, and how softly your eyelids flutter open. How you always swear you’ll get up on the first alarm, but end up sleeping an extra five or ten minutes, lulled back in by the warmth of the bed.

He knows that you sleep in nothing but an extra large t-shirt, grumbling about how uncomfortable any extra fabric makes you. How your shirt always rides up and gives him the perfect view of your body. How enticing you are, all spread out for him. How soft your skin is, and how it gives when he grabs at it, his too large hands creating dimples and leaving faint traces – his mark on you.

He knows how pretty you look when you come, your sweat-slicked skin glistening in the glow of the lamp. How breathy you sound when you’re close, the way you try – and fail – to keep your moans in so the neighbours won’t hear. How loud you can get when you truly let yourself go.

He knows exactly how you like to touch yourself and be touched, and just how quickly he can make you cum in every possible way. He knows how you feel on his fingers, how you clench around them when he finds that perfect spot inside you. How pretty you look stretched out on his cock, the slight furrow of your brow when he first pushes into you, and how it quickly morphs into soft gasps of pleasure. The way his come looks dripping out of you, and the whimpers you make when he pushes it back into your sensitive walls. How you come even harder when he cleans you up with his mouth, and how sweet you taste on his tongue.

It’s a shame you have no idea he exists.

He knows how to fix that.

I have literally never written dark content I have no idea what I'm doing

I just got the last two sentences in my head and it just unravelled from there

[saphire-makesart]

Under the Layers p1

Caitlyn x Vi x neutral!reader (y/n)

Mixed pov

Cw; light smut, polyamory (?), x reader, light mention of y/n s*xual history

Tw: implied active selfh4rm, discussion of SH.

Summary: Cait, vi, and y/n try to have sex for the first time all together, but something is wrong, y/n changes their mind right before they take off their clothes ; Cait and vi are concerned and worried they messed up somewhere .

Your breath comes hot and quick, the room is dim and the bed is neatly done, soon to be undone.

Just like you, you've yet to have done anything with Cait or Vi yet, and you had only a few previous tame experiences before them.

Nonetheless the thrill you feel warms your chest and buzzes through you as Caitlyn shoves you down back into Vi’s arms. You three are stacked, Vi on bottom, half sitting up, leaning back against some pillows. You in between and cait on top.

It’s all a comfortable heated blur, entangled in eachothers bodies, slowly removing pieces of clothing, slipping your hands under caits shirt as she reaches over you to undress Vi.

Skin on skin, soft murmers, teasing, it’s all wonderful, and then it hits you.

You’re the only one left with clothes on, sure it’s just a shirt and some sleeping pants and you know they’ll be removed but just as Caitlyn slips her hands up under your pants, aiming for your thighs, a stinging pain reminds you of why you’ve been hesitant and now they’re seconds from finding out.

It’s not that you don’t trust them, you do, but you just have gone so long and don’t really want them to worry or bother you over it.

Your already fast heart beat races faster, thrumming in your ears, and you can’t, you just can’t, you’re not ready to explain. Caitlyn’s fingers are about to find the fresh cuts-

instinct takes over, and as Vi is about to pull down at your waistband, you bite down on her arm.

———

Vi was so excited, her beautiful lovers were finally all going to have sex together, they’d agreed to have y/n be in the middle for the first time.

It had been going so well and Vi was practically salivating as she went to pull off y/ns clothes.

Vi: “OW!”

Y/N had bitten Vi’s arm, not in a soft loving way, no, it was sharp and quick, almost drawing blood, like one would do in a fight.

Vi yanks back as much as she can in the awkward position, all three do actually, Cait freezes before pulling back and Y/N leans away to the side, looking just as startled as Vi feels.

Cait looks at the bite on Vi’s arm and then at Y/N, she opens her mouth, but Y/N has pulled away and curled up, breathing hard.

Vi: “Cait-“

Vi warns softly, clearly something upset Y/N, Cait getting irritated was not going to help. Caitlyn softens after a moment. As they all catch their breath Vi leans towards Y/N.

Vi: “Y/N, are you alright?”

They nod, sniffling slightly.

Y/N: “I’m sorry- I’m sorry I don’t know what-..”

Vi: “Hey.. hey, cookie, it’s okay.”

She rubs Y/N’s shoulder softly.

Vi doesn’t understand what happened, everything was fine, wasn’t it? Had they accidentally pressured Y/N? Was she just overwhelmed? Maybe she doesn’t like the positioning- or maybe-

Cait: “Y/N, if you’re not.. If you’d like to start slower or- if- you can tell us if you’re not comfortable with something-“

She voices some of Vi’s swirling concerns.

Y/N: “No it’s- I guess- I uhm, I don’t know- I-“

Y/N takes a breath.

Y/N: “I guess I just felt trapped or something I don’t know- fight or flight you know?”

Y/N tries to laugh, shrugging slightly.

Vi really wants to believe that, she really wants to, it makes logical sense; being pressed between two people could theoretically trigger a fear response but something about the way their eyes flick around and the way they say it makes it seem like a lie, a cover, but a cover for what?

Vi glances to catch Caitlyn’s eye, hoping maybe she’d put the puzzle together but she just looks guilt-ridden and confused.

Vi only ever saw expressions like that on Caits face in dim lighting, like it opens up the shell that Caitlyn so vigorously keeps.

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Caitlyn feels Vi gently squeeze her hand, she’s trying to keep her breathing calm.

Cait: “Y/N can we do anything for you? Do you need some water? Or uhm- we can sleep on the couch- or-..”

Y/N: “No, no - Cait it’s really fine, If you don’t mind, I’d like to just go to sleep, together. I understand if you need to take care of things first-“

Caitlyn knows she should be able to comfort y/n, knows it’ll appear wrong if she leaves, but her mind is racing and she can’t settle herself in this room in the dark with her partners. She needs out.

Cait: “I’m g’nna shower.”

She mutters, pats y/ns head, and leaves before either can respond.

Cait starts the water, the steam helps some, slows her mind.

As she washes her hair the scene replays over and over. What happened in those few seconds?

First she tests the given reason, it’s possible, but nothing prior to the moment had indicated stress or stiffness.

Y/n didn’t even really seem scared, just.. ashamed? Nervous? Like someone desperately holding onto a needed key, or a secret that’s already half slipped.

Y/N likes building and crafting, the memory of helping them organize their supply of embroidery threads bubbles up for some reason; Caits mind often works like this, fitting pieces together before she even fully comprehends; she’d gotten a slice on her finger that day, but never found what had given it to her. It had to have been in the threads though.

Last week, she’d found their first aid box replenished, but she was sure she hadn’t done that, figured it was Vi. Maybe it wasn’t?

The concept presses on the edges of her thoughts, she doesn’t want to consider it, tries to reanalyze over and over, loses track of time, only woken from her thoughts by the water turning cold.

———

Vi pulls y/n into her arms, spooning around them. Y/n nestles into Vis arms, their breath soft and warm on Vi’s shoulder

Y/N: “ ‘s Cait mad at me?” Y/n’s voice is so quiet.

Vi: “No lovely, I think it was just a bit of emotional whiplash.”

Y/N: “Oh..” They yawns softly. “I’m sorry.” They whisper, falling into the first layers of sleep.

Vi knows Cait isn’t mad, but Vi wishes she hadn’t left.

After a while Caitlyn curls up in bed behind Vi, rubbing Vi’s back with her delicate fingers.

Vi lets out a murmur of acknowledgment. She can feel Caits tension; she wants to talk about it, but it’s late and Vi is half asleep and they should really be coherent for the conversation.

“Tomorrow.” Vi whispers, Cait sighs against the nape of her neck and nods.

Vi gives in to sleep in the arms of her partners.

Sorry for any bad grammar or awkward formatting, I’ve never really done an x reader before. Hope it’s not too bad, this is a part 1/2 I think.

[islandofthedollz]

Can you do Jimmy with a s/o, who’s a masochist

⁠❥TW: Blood, manipulation,abuse

⁠❥ILY so much!! I kinda like writing reader as a bit mean and abusive towards him both being toxic for eachother

❤︎The knife ❤︎

The first time Jimmy slapped across the face was a feeling you couldn’t quite pinpoint. The way his hands struck across your face made you feel like ecstasy you wanted him to do it again you liked it. You craved the pain and it caused you.

That wasn’t until one day when you were touching yourself couldn’t quite come up with an idea. Something that would really Jimmy off. You’re the sound of his car in the driveway and you heard the front door open that is when you put your plan into action.

You got on the bed and pretending to talk to Carly on the phone you knew that this would set him over the edge. You heard him walk in the door way to your bedroom. You raised your voice a little that way Jimmy can hear “ oh curly they way you fuck me is something Jimmy can never do”.

Jimmy looks at you. He looks at you with pure hatred. How dare you the one person he trusted betrayed him. Jimmy walks over to you an intense glare is chocolate brown He grabs your phone and throws it into the wall and slams your hand on the bed, his nails, gripping into your skin, leaving marks for sure. “ you fucking slut I knew you were fucking him in the side”. He screams in your face you start to feel wet but you wanna feel that same pain you felt when he slapped you.

“Sorry Jimmy I guess Curly can satisfy me in ways you can’t” you haunted him he see him get rid of the face as he raises the hand that isn’t gripping your hand, he puts it in a fist and landed into your face. You try to hold back your bones, but this is the type of thing you’ve been needing for a while.

He slams his fist again on your face with a sheer amount of force your start to bleed from your nose. You moan you feel that feeling of ecstasy again. Jimmy looks at you dumbfounded. “What are ya a pain slut” he questions. “Jimmy do it again please Jimmy hit me, slap me cut me what ever you want I need it I love it when you do things like this”. Jimmy smirks look at you like a pathetic little dog. Jimmy goes to the kitchen really quick and comes back with a knife.

Do you look at him excited wondering what he’s gonna do he’s looking at you like he’s a predator in your prey. He doesn’t say anything he means quiet he rips your shirt open rips your bra.

He grabs the knife, pointing it underneath your chin and slowly drying it down your chest to your stomach. He does this a couple of time and he loved the feeling of the knife, dragging along in your skin. You want him to cut your pretty skin. You close your eyes and enjoying the sensation of the knife.

Your eyes still open and surprise as you feel sharp pain on your chest he looked down and he see Jimmy carving his name on your chest. He start to get wet and he notices he takes two fingers pull your panties to the side and insert them thrusting them slowly like carves his name.

This is the high you’ve been chasing for a while you moan his name feels so good what he’s doing this to you. Jimmy starts to speed up is the thrust you’re reaching your climax. You feel a knife cutting deep into your precious skin as soon as you feel a knife leave your skin. You gosh, all over his thick fingers he shows the fingers in your mouth and tells you to suck them you start sucking on them looking up at him like if he was your God.

He roughly takes his fingers out of your mouth. He starts laughing. “What’s wrong Jimmy”. He looks at you amusingly. “ I get what you were doing now you wanted me to get mad that way I can hit ya. You should said you were a pain slut sooner. The things I’m going to do to you pretty doll.”

[fodlandrearburh]

Summer night

[kunaiiikittennn]

on the mend

wc: (1.4k)

cw: n/sfw content; f!reader x chifuyu matsuno, timeskip!chifuyu, mentions of blood/injuries, gore(?), implied gang violence, choking (f!receiving), pet names (darling), creampie, meet-cute/nursing him back to health *cough cough with your pussy* 𖹭⋆. 𐙚 ˚

a/n: no beta we die like baji— i don't see enough hype over my boy 'fuyu so i decided to give him sum love 𖹭 muah

a hand is clamped over your mouth, shushing you, in an attempt to prevent from getting caught; the stacks can only hide so much, with every thrust the shelves sway, threatening to drop all the manga on both of your heads.

it's a miracle no one has come into this aisle—or rather they're avoiding it.

good, it's not in your—or chifuyu's intention— to get caught like this. what with you bent over, skirt pushed up your waist, and him plowing into you from behind.

now here's the thing, you hadn't meant for this to happen. truly. you'd come into this bookstore to browse, kill some time, maybe add to your collection. then you'd spotted him, leaning heavily against the wall, skimming a volume, but it was the bruised knuckles that caught your attention.

how was it that this cute guy, looking like the embodiment of a golden retriever was beaten and bloodied— a reddish-brown strain lingered on his collar. unable to be easily washed away.

before thinking better of it, you approached, voice quiet as to not disturb the peace floating in the air of the bookstore.

"uh, i don't mean to bother you," a pause, blue eyes landing on your figure, quickly looking up and down, a curious tilt of his head. "do you need help with that?"

fingers pointing at his swollen knuckles, up close it looks even worse, flecks of dried blood, deep purple blooming over the pale skin. he laughs, a smile breaking across his face and you swear it was like staring at the sun—blindingly bright and warm.

"you're... offering to bandage my hands?" chifuyu asks incredulously, like the notion of someone wanting to take care of him was impossible. unthinkable.

you nod, all too eager to help, and if it meant getting closer to the ridiculously cute man, it's a win-win. there's a brief flicker of surprise, that gets masked behind a boyish grin that has your stomach doing flips

illegal, it should be illegal to be that cute while covered in blood for god's sake.

at a small table tucked into the corner, away from prying eyes. the top is littered with first aid supplies, several cotton swabs lay around, used and crumpled. who'd have thought under all the blood that he'd have such nice hands— long, slender fingers with subtle veins running along the backs.

it would be so easy for him to choke you—

chifuyu winces, the bandages pulled a smidge too tight while your thoughts wandered. "sorry." you mumbled, internally kicking yourself for inflicting more pain onto the poor guy.

"all good."

flexing his hand to test your handiwork. "thanks for patching me up." he whispers, soft like talking louder would ruin the moment, shatter it like glass.

"anytime." it's meant as a casual throw away, but the way his eyes light up make you want to do this again, as many times as he needs.

there's an unmistakable tension in the air, it sparks when your eyes lock— hot and intoxicating.

before you can even think to say something more chifuyu is already reaching across the table, gripping your chin and tugging you into a searing kiss. lips crashing together in a frenzy, it steals the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and panting into his mouth. it's messy, all teeth and tongue, like you're both trying to devour the other whole. your tits bumps into the edge of the table, blocking you from finding out if his chest is as firm as it looks. chifuyu growls into your mouth, breaking the kiss, grabbing your wrist— towing you away to a secluded area.

in a matter of seconds he has your back pressed against the wall, caging you in, his blue eyes nearly black with how blown out his pupils are. he snakes a hand down, tauntingly slow; over your collarbone, groping at your tit, pinching your nipple between his fingers, down your navel until he hooks his hand under your thigh and yanking it over his hip. until you're flush.

and— oh, he's hard.

his cock twitches against your barely covered pussy, the thin layers doing little to hide his erection. a small gasp leaves your lips, causing him to grin smugly. you don't have to look to know, he's big, thick and very well endowed.

"think ya can fit me, darling 𖹭?" he asks, lips brushing against the shell of you ear, his fingers grazing the underside of your ass.

you lick your lips, subconsciously bucking your hips up into his, wanting— needing to feel his cock splitting you open.

"shouldn't be a problem." you reply cockily— such a foolish little thing you are. chifuyu takes that challenge the same way he does fights, head on. immediately undoing his zipper, lowering his pants and boxers enough for his cock to spring free— already leaking so much pre-cum.

languidly stroking himself while you blatantly ogle the sight laid before you, practically salivating. is it weird to say he has a pretty cock? who cares, in your eyes it most certainly is.

without warning he's tugging your soaked panties to the side, almost ripping the delicate lace in his haste.

chifuyu needs to be inside you NOW.

the thick head of his cock presses at your entrance, the tight ring of muscle slowly being stretched open as he wrestles the tip into you. it slides in with a 'pop' that has both of you groaning, biting back full blown moans. he thrusts are shallow, sinking into your aching cunt inch by inch, every movement has you clenching and unclenching relentlessly around him.

until he bottoms out, "fuuuuckk— s' tight for me." he babbles, voice strained, he feels like he died and went to heaven. would happily perish if it meant staying buried into your perfect pussy.

"'fuyu." you moan, back arching, it feels like he's invading your stomach with how deeply he's buried— anatomy be damned.

the sound of his name from your lips, in that tone, drives him feral as he slips out to spin you around, shoving your sorry excuse for a skirt up your waist—it's like you were begging him to fuck you in that get up.

his hips snap against yours, hard and deep, knocking the air out of you, a choked whimper is all you can manage as he fucks you dumb on his cock. your tongue lolls out, slick dripping down your thighs and his balls, making a noticable 'plap plap' with every thrust.

chifuyu ruts into you like a madman, like he's afraid this is a dream and you'll vanish into thin air. a figment of his imagination.

the faint ambient music plays on, people shop and browse all unbeknownst to the depravity happening in their midst.

your moans continue to rise in volume, uncaring about the repercussions of getting caught— it sounds kind of hot actually.

having someone witness the lewd sight of you bent over and at the mercy of a (former) gang member.

unfortunately though, chifuyu does mind, be doesn't want anyone to walk by, to put an end to this, he'd have to be pried off you, even then he wouldn't go down without a fight.

clapping a hand over your mouth, muffling those sweet sounds he'd kill to hear any other time, but he can't risk it. your cunt is hugging him so tightly, the perfect pocket pussy. pushing down his impending orgasm, to prolong this, not until he makes you fall apart first.

"be quiet." he hisses, a warning, sliding his hand to instead squeeze the sides of your neck while the other glides along your clit. rubbing needy circles onto the sensitive bud.

just enough to have your eyes rolling back, tears welling in your eyes at how overstimulating the stretch is, legs quaking with every flick on your clit. you buck your hips backwards, meeting him thrust for thrust, hitting your sweet spot. every. time.

maybe it's doing something so salacious in public, or getting fucked by a guy you just met— whatever the reason, you're close, so close. chifuyu knows, his fingers speeding up, gripping tighter onto your neck, eyes locked on the creamy ring forming at the base of his cock.

your vision goes white, cunt spasming as you gush around his girthy cock, throwing your head back into his collarbone as he fucks you through it.

a silent cry of ecstasy, pretty lips parted, a hint of drool leaking at the edges that he swoops down to lick at. claiming your lips again as he pumps you full of his seed, painting your insides white. then it's quiet, well outside of your heavy panting as you both come down from your highs.

as much as you don't want to part it's imperative that you do, lest you get seen.

chifuyu pulls his softening cock out, snapping your panties back into place, his cum leaking into the drenched fabric— proud of his handiwork.

"so, my place?" he questions, using that boyish charm again, as if you'd say no anyhow. naturally, you carefully take his bandaged hand, letting him lead the way.

life is a mystery; you went in for a new volume only to leave with a roguish man while stuffed full of his cum. heh.

@kunaiiikittennn 𖹭 nghh i think i got possessed at the end there ⋆. 𐙚 ̊ enjoy pookies!

[boxeom]

Thinking thoughts about the classic post-ts Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd scenario rn...you chip away at what little patience he has left by constantly visiting him in the chapel nearly every day since the rebellion started. And he knows you're clinging onto what you two had in the past, when he was young and foolish. You still claim to love him and he despises you for it.

And one day he just snaps when you get too close and rest your hand on his arm, insisting that you'll always love him even if he's more of a monster than a man......

He makes the decision to prove to you that he's no longer your Dimitri- to finally push you away in the most effective way he can think of............

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes episode 134: Forevermore

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Ao3!

CWs: noncon; knotting;

A/N: It is late, and I am on the poorly side, so enjoy another nice short one.

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The night was freezing. You regretted offering to work late to get the project in, but you needed the overtime hours. It probably wasn't worth it. Now you've missed your last train home and didn't even make enough on top to make up a taxi fare. So you walked.

Your heels clacked against the road surface as you clutched your jacket around yourself. Had you known you'd be walking home tonight, you'd have worn trousers rather than a skirt, and probably gone for a thicker pair of tights. As it was, you could feel the wind on your legs as you went, the pace you were keeping the only thing stopping you shivering.

Noise from a rooftop. A dark shape from above. Dank fur and powerful arms. Dizzying acceleration. You made out the group receding, before landing with a thump on a flat roof. The dark shape that grabbed you was hunched over you, glowing red eyes staring as one brutally clawed hand held you down.

Pain. Tears. Clothes turned to rags. Cold night air. The shape panted above your nude body. Heat radiated from it. A sharp-toothed maw closed about your neck. Claws dug into your thigh. It opened your legs, pressing against you. Warm wetness spread onto you. You struggled. It held you.

You screamed as it entered you. The overwhelming smell of damp fur. Claws cutting your shoulders. The thump-thump-thump against the roof as it drove on. Your fists battered against matted hair. It did not relent. Its jaw tightened. A warning. Screams became whines. Panting turned to grunting. A bulbous swelling slapped against you, threatening entry. You twisted and turned to no avail. It pressed on.

It hilted in you. You sobbed. Stretched out. Twitching and clenching. Heat filled you. Spreading inside. Making you his.

Forevermore

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This one's probably the shortest I'll try to pass off as an episode, at a super tight 300 words. Unless anyone specifically requests a wordcount less than this, in which case I could go lower.

Either way, hope you all enjoyed it!

[hanasnx]

❝ hosanna. ❞

── darth vader x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 1.3k SUMMARY: you live to serve your sith lord. NOTES: as a former christian child, this song speaks to me on a level i cant explain. it is not a testament to my current religious standpoint, this is not pro or anti anything. merely a song analysis format in the perspective of a darth vader smut writer. "hosanna" by hillsong united. @xstarkillerx heavily influenced this fic. WARNINGS: heavy religious themes | sexual content | coitus | unprotected sex | virginity loss | objectification | worship | size difference | mentioned: blood, suicide.

Heal my heart and make it clean.

“Please, my lord.” your desperate croak echoes against the floor as you press your forehead to the stone in your kneel. You beg not for traditional mercy, but rightful extinction. To bask in the company of the Sith Lord DARTH VADER can only mean one thing. Finally, your mistake will be remedied. You’ll be scorched from the face of this planet by his righteous fire, fit to continue your spiritual journey with the help of his guided and generous hand. When it raises to clench around your neck, to squeeze the life from you, your soul will escape your wretched and human body.

Open up my eyes to the things unseen.

Sights you cannot fathom, planes you cannot reach, heavens you are unallowed to cross all become possible in the benevolence of his presence. A great exhilaration, the cathartic rush you’ve been bound to chasing your entire lifespan is at your fingertips. They prickle in anticipation, driving you to near tears over the discovery of divinity. To be at his feet overwhelms you, and you’re wracked with sobs. The pilgrimage you’ve been tasked with is at its end. Darth Vader stands before you, and you cannot bring yourself to utter another word in fear.

Show me how to love like You have loved me.

You’re brought to stand. His hand cups your chin, and you burn from his touch. By his grip, he raises your gaze, and you scan the ample length of his imposing form. Cloaked in black, shrouded in terrifying mystery, your weeping is quieted in the presence of his glory. The image of his expressionless mask in front of you runs your blood cold. You’ve seen his likeness etched into your planet’s culture, yet that awe is incomparable to the one that roars through your veins now. Legends depict his dark figure as a hunter. An insatiable pursuant that stops at nothing until the galaxy is cleansed. His abysmal love for all things is shown through his relentless protection of it. With a step, he shakes the very crust of the terrain he walks upon; with a wave of his mighty hand, corrupt civilizations fall and armies stab themselves so as not to face him; under his leadership, his empire thrives and spreads to the untouched and the perverted in his name. Dry mouth struggles to swallow as he remains silent, doubtlessly counting your sins as he scrutinizes you. You always knew you were to be judged, and here it is. Yet, you’re stupefied. His thumb against you does not feel like you thought it would, pinching your skin coldly.

Break my heart for what breaks Yours.

“Do I displease you?” you whisper. A single tear breaks from your eye in your tremble, grazing your cheek as it falls. A knuckle comes to dab at the moisture, and you flinch. His encasing is to hide his unseeable majesty from the galaxy. It is said a single look upon his true self will devour you whole, tearing you to shreds where you stand, and blaze your eyes from their sockets. If you survive the encounter, you’ll live out the rest of your blackened life consumed by his image as the last thing you saw, in blind search of it through endless deserts. Already you condemn yourself, cursing your own household for its transgressions against him and his vision, your appearance is unsatisfactory, your soul has been dipped in gold to weigh down the scales. You’ve been too prideful, vain, greedy. How could you have ever hoped to be here with him when you’re a demon in skin? He senses it, he must. You will atone.

Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause.

There is nothing you won’t do in his name. There is nothing that will keep you from him. Your boundless devotion towards the Sith Lord cannot be bought, cannot be measured. You are his vessel, a path to reach others, your eyes are his eyes. Can he see himself through you? If he, a being of endless power, were to attempt to inhabit your body, would you combust into ashes under his boot? Still, you try. Storms bend to his will, mountains bow by his word. What could you offer to him that is not within his scope? “Anything.” you plea through a broken voice, your hands hooking into your outerwear to pull it off your shoulders. His hand releases your jaw, and you step back for any offense you may have caused. Since his command suspends, you continue. Your straps are tugged down, and your knees buckle, dropping to the ground. Desperately, lovingly, you bare yourself to him, you crawl to his feet in worship.

As I walk from earth into eternity.

There’s nothing you don’t give him throughout the night. Anything you can comprehend is surrendered to him. You’re afraid. While he’s inside you, you’re afraid. Rooted deep, sheathed inside your purity, touching sacred parts of you that has never been offered to anyone else. You’re afraid of him. He’s said nothing, exhalting himself using you as you’ve invited him to, but in your eyes he’d need not ask. You are his. Large hands grasp your torso, bunching up the fabrics of your clothes, ripping seams more and more with each thrust. The pain of consummation is one you thank him for with lachrymal essence dripping down the corners of your eyes, wetting your hairline. The sins of the flesh are a stranger to you, until he breaks your virginity, fucking you through the blood. So as not to surprise him, you swallow your cry with a palm over your lips. Disillusioned with your surroundings, focused on the heat where your bodies meet, you notice how he’s changed his pace. A gentler angle to his hips as he caresses your insides with his member. Regardless of its stiffness, the velvety outer layer is sweet against your walls. True rapture introduces itself to you, growing in pleasure with each stroke. His cape veils your nakedness to the outside world, shielding you as he presses you to him in a surprising demonstration of humanity. Symbolically, your forehead kisses the crest of his headpiece, a stark contrast from the stone you’d bowed on, he is showing you forgiveness. Humility. He is grateful. The sensation of being filled by him becomes not only bearable, but welcome. Your wails are no longer wracked with the despair of ache, but of staggering passion. Newfound life flows through you, rejuvenating you, manifesting in the beads of sweat on your brow, and the tears of thankfulness as they stream from your blurring gaze. On the edge of your peak, you take pride. He wants you. He wants you. He wants you.

Hosanna, Hosanna.

You can’t see yourself, but you’re outside your body. The warmth of existence embraces you, curling around you like smoke. There’s nothing but comfort here. Nothing but a stretch of unconditional love and acceptance. Finally, finally you’re here. You’ve reached your heavens. You can feel it all around you. It is the light. It is eternity. It is. It is. It is.

You are. You are. You are.

As you open your eyes, the fleeting feeling dissipates. The prickle softens, your breathing evens out, the white hot sensation of your orgasm passes over you. No. No. No. It was right there, it was in your hands. You’re alerted as he pulls from you, the wet sounds of your joint pleasures spill from your spasming entrance, pouring down your body that still remains. Your body that drew your soul back in from salvation. Darth Vader does not realize he’d given you a taste of the Force in his ecstasy, entwining your souls to see through each other’s eyes for one honored moment. Nor does he foresee the future of you begging for him over and over again, just for a mere taste of it at your climax.

[druizard]

WIP Gale sketch💜

Eyeing you from across camp~

Artwork by Charlee-Monstah/Druizard

[localcanadiancreature62]

Lobotomy husbands fic cuz ive been waiting on making this until i drew the rest of the fucked up zodiac member clone group but yeah no i need them now. Also heyy this is technically their first actual interaction since i've been going on and on about them being husbands yet i haven't written them properly interacting except for that one intro thing.

Title - Perfect Day in the Perfect World

Bill watches Ford do some paperwork for his Oregon Institute of Oddology company as he waits for him to finish work so that he can finally spend time together with his genius. The triangle grins happily at Ford with his eye,who then gives him a tired smile in return as he yawns while going back to filling out forms in order to give other businesses permission to use his company's useful gadgetry. Bill keeps supervising his researcher husband while floating at his side as he kept grinning,but then he noticed the man shaking as he held the pen in his hand. Crushing it in his fist as the ink splattered everywhere. The genius keeps looking at the mess he made in a tired daze before realizing what had happened as Bill then floated closer toward him in concern,summoning a cloth to help Ford clean up the mess before he could do anything himself.

"Fordsy,what the heck was that?. Are you okay?,maybe you should take a break." Bill asks as he took a worried glance toward the man who just dismissively waved his hand at his triangular partner in order to assure him that he's fine. "I'm fine,my dear muse. I think that three days of trying to fill out these papers ever since Fiddleford decided that we should take turns is getting to me,i just need some rest and i'll be in tip top shape. I'll be with you in bed in a bit after i get these done." Ford explains as the isosceles still looks at him in concern but he lets it slide as his Fordsy has always been this stubborn.

"Fine. Don't overwork yourself too hard,Sixer. I'll be waiting~." Bill remarks as the flirty comment makes the man chuckle,with him floating away after he had finished wiping off his genius' inky mess. The triangle waits for a few minutes,which later turned into a few hours as he groans while bored out of his mind trying to wait for Ford. 'I wonder what he's doing now. He's taking a long time over there,although fleshbag work has always been lengthy and all. And that weird outburst.. I didn't look into his thoughts this time,but the way he started shaking before he destroyed the pen made it very clear that he was pretty stressed. I'm the reason why he's like this. I think that part of the reason why he's been so stressed lately is because of the aching feeling that there's something wrong with his life,and it's eating him up from the inside.' Bill thought to himself as he realized that the reason why Ford has been recently acting weird and high strung was actually him,he was the problem.

Although he wasn't willing to confront the fact that he had to deal with said problem,as that meant letting go of Ford. The isosceles then sighed as he brushed off that thought and kept waiting for his genius in the bedroom so that they could sleep together.

Only for him to hear glass shattering from the man's office as he then quickly floated over to the other room as he then prepared to blast flames at the intruder who entered their condo,but he then realizes that there's no threat after seeing that there was no intruder and just Ford himself staring at a broken vase while disoriented as he then ceased the fire from his hands. "Ford,what happened?." Bill asks as he looked at his genius in concern once more. "Oh uh. I accidentally knocked into a vase while zoning out again. Luckily,none of the glass got onto my hands or face. I'm okay,Bill." Ford replied as he gave his triangle a tired smile,snapping out of his dissociative daze.

"Oh.. He's disassociating again. That's a problem." Bill says as he voices his thoughts outloud,replying more to himself than his genius. "What?. What problem?." Ford questions,confused about what his husband just said. "Uhh nevermind. I'm glad that you're okay. I honestly thought that some dumb idiot tried to break into our house,but it was just your silly goose messing up again." Bill remarks as he then snapped his fingers to fix the vase as it then returned to it's original state on the small table near Ford. Ford then smiled at his dear muse while looking at him with adoring eyes,being glad that the triangle still loves him even in his difficult mental state.

"You know my muse,i'm happy to know that you still care about me even in my.. unstable mental state. I'm sorry to bother you with my mistakes when your All Seeing Greatness should be used for extraordinary things rather than my mortal failings." Ford says while looking at the isosceles in slight guilt,as he deems that a mere mortal like him pales in comparison to the brilliance of his near-god husband as the triangle's eye widens in surprise over the man's comment. "Fordsy,you're never a bother to me. You're my husband and i love you. I'll take care of you and deal with your mistakes for as long as you live." Bill reassures while he gave the man a gentle smile as the genius lets out a light chuckle,not expecting anything else from his husband but sheer adoration as he feels comforted by the triangle's words.

"Good then. Now let's go sleep,hm?. I finished the paperwork as i was heading out to bed earlier." Ford replied as Bill nodded while the triangle grabs his hand and holds it tight as the two walk over to the bedroom,or more like Bill floats and Ford walks alongside him. Bill makes it to the bed as Ford then begins to undo his tie after taking off his labcoat while the triangle watches him as he waited for his researcher husband to lay beside him as the man tiredly smiles at him once more but then before he could fully take off his tie,he feels a sharp pain in his skull as he groans in pain while beginning to dissociate as he clutches his own head while the triangle immediately comes to his aid as he asks him what's wrong only to get no response as he realizes what's happening. "Fordsy?. Fordsy?!. What happened?!." Bill exclaims but then he stops once he gets no response,watching as the man stares at the ground in an unfocused daze as he realizes that the man is dissociating again.

The triangle then resorts to shaking him back to normal since he knew the exact reason why this is happening,the constant memory erasure that he kept subjecting his poor genius to and so he figured that trying to erase things again would only make the problem worse. 'I shouldn't have resorted to memory erasing to fix every argument or problem we ever had. I just want him to be happy,but i never wanted it to turn out like this. The fixed state of my reality warping powers is getting rejected by his mind,and it's destroying him from the inside.' Bill thought to himself as he tearfully kept trying to shake his husband back into his original state. Then it clicked. As if a switch was flipped,Ford snaps out of his dissociative daze and blinks as he looks at the crying isosceles while a bit disoriented from the dissociative episode.

Ford's expression softens as he took a guilty glance at the triangle as he caressed his face,gently rubbing his finger over Bill's tears. "You're crying.. I did it again,didn't i? I had another episode. I'm sorry,my dear muse. I can't keep worrying you like this." Ford remarks as the triangle then hugs him as he smiled at his triangular husband. "It's okay. I just thought that you wouldn't come back this time,i thought that you broke permanently. This is a problem even my powers can't fix,but that's fine as long as you still get to be with me." Bill explains with a tinge of guilt,knowing that he caused this as he then stopped crying once he felt his genius' warm embrace. "I guess so. I'd be glad to keep being with you even with my broken mind,my dear muse. My triangle. My dearest Cipher~." Ford says as he then pulled away from the embrace as he kissed the isosceles straight on the eye mouth as he blushed,deciding to make up for those upsetting episodes by giving his beloved a tender kiss. Bill kisses back as he then lightly makes out with the genius,dragging him to the bed so that they could make out more comfortably. The two keep going at it for a while as various passionate groans and whimpers fill the room,but then after a while Bill realizes that his husband hasn't slept in three days yet he's putting all of his energy on him. He then pulls away in order to let the man sleep as the genius looks in confusion.

"Oh?. I thought we were going to take it a bit further?~." Ford asks as he slyly looks at the isosceles. "Yeah,but you need your rest. Do i need to remind you that you haven't had any proper sleep in three days,Fordsy?." Bill remarks as the genius looks up at him in slight embarrassment as he realizes that he does need rest and that he ended up letting himself get a bit too carried away with his husband. "Ah,right. I apologize,your intoxicating taste was too tempting~." Ford explains as the triangle then blushed from the comment. "Oh stop it. Now,sleep." Bill demands as the researcher complied and took off his sweater vest as well as his tie,only leaving his red collar shirt as he then laid beside the triangle who put on his own sleepwear in the form of a night cap with a snap of his fingers. Ford then shut his eyes as he embraced the triangle who turned off the light with a finger snap,with him shutting his own eye as well as the two went to sleep. Only Bill didn't fall asleep,he stayed up thinking about how he could make it up to his genius since he outright caused his mind to be shattered with the constant memory erasure. But then he had an idea. 'I feel terrible for basically breaking Fordsy's mind with the memory erasing. I need to make it up to him,even if he doesn't know why i'll be doing it. I need to make him happy,i need to fix this even for a little bit. Aha. I'll plan a day just for him,with all of his favorite things and favorite places. a Perfect Day in the Perfect World.' Bill thought to himself as he then let himself rest,planning to wake up early in order to plan out the day for his beloved.

The following day,Bill wakes up and slowly moves away from his genius' arms as the man continues sleeping while being unaware of his husband's great plan for him. He then goes over to the kitchen and summons all of Ford's favorite breakfast dishes such as jellybean cereal nutella waffles cream and strawberry crepes et cetera. Then he books a science museum a space observatory for stargazing a taxidermy center for extinct cryptid specimens and various other nerdy places for his genius. And a gift in the form of a light show that'll activate with a snap of his fingers,the light show will draw out Ford's favorite constellation "William" onto the sky via his flames. Plus he had Fiddleford deal with the company's duties for now,thus leaving the Oregon Institute of Oddology to the hillbilly and giving Ford a day off. Now that everything is done and all planned out,the triangle then waits for his researcher husband to wake up as he sat there in his chair at the kitchen while looking through the man's Journals to pass the time.

After about three hours of waiting,Ford finally wakes up at 8am as he yawns and stretches while walking down the spiral stairs. Bill grins as his eye shines brightly from being overjoyed to see his beloved as the man tiredly waves at him while smiling as he sits down in his chair. "Good morning,my dear muse.." Ford says groggily as he slumps his head on the table,not yet realizing the copious amounts of breakfast that the triangle has prepared for him. "Good morning,Fordsy!. How did you sleep?." Bill asks in a chipper tone,excited to spend the day with his beloved. "I slept well.. Still a bit tired though.. But i'm happy to see you." Ford replied as he then smiled at the triangle as he then walked over to hug him,kissing him on the forehead as he put him in a tight embrace as Bill blushed.

The man then noticed the several plates of breakfast littering the table,as he realized that they're all his favorite dishes while still hugging his husband. "My muse,you did all of this for me?." Ford questions as he eyed the various dishes on the table. "Yup!. They're all for you. And i have more surprises planned for today,as i want to give you a day off with just us since i noticed how stressed you were yesterday." Bill explains as the researcher's eyes widen in shock as he then lightly chuckles from the triangle's grand gesture. "I'm glad that you're always thinking of me. I'm happy to have you as my partner,Bill." Ford remarks as he smiled while the isosceles smiled back. "Of course. I love you Fordsy and i'll take any opportunity to show it. And me too. Now eat up,we have a big day ahead of us." Bill replied as the genius nods as he then let go of his beloved as he sat back in his chair to eat the glorious feast the triangle has prepared for him while his triangular husband watches him with an adoring eye.

Ford finishes his food after a while and Bill offers to do the dishes for him despite the fact that he could easily snap the plates back to normal,the genius wanted to do it but Bill insisted that he let him do something for him since he compromises so much for him so Ford let him. After that,the married couple have a blast at the Gravity Falls Science Museum and finish enjoying all of the exhibits before noon as Bill happily listened to Ford ramble about each one according to their topics. By the time noon comes around,Bill and Ford have lunch at a fancy restaurant elsewhere in Oregon where the triangle insists that he let the man choose every dish since the day is for him after all and he obliged as they have a wonderful meal while discussing the past stories they had together. They then go stargazing at the Portland Observatory and the couple have fun naming every constellation together while Ford teased Bill every time he got one wrong,they stayed there until they realized it was evening/late afternoon. Then Bill took him to the Salem Taxidermy Center to look at a bunch of extinct cryptid taxidermy specimens,where Ford happily studied and rambled about every exhibit. The two then went to the other nerdy places that Bill booked for them both,spending time together while not caring about how late at night it was. Then before they went home,the two had fun talking at a bar while getting absolutely inebriated although more so Ford than Bill as the man decided to use his de-atomizer gun to vaporize the members of a bar fight there in his drunken stupor. He would've killed literally everyone there if Bill hadn't intervened and by intervened i mean he reversed the vaporizing bar fight with his new ability to control time itself.

Bill then had to take a very drunk Ford back to their condo before the man killed anyone else with his de-atomizer gun,with him carrying the man bridal style while floating back home as the genius incoherently rambled about how much he loved the triangle. "I love you,Bill." Ford remarks as he absentmindedly poked the isosceles' bowtie a few times while still being carried. "Fordsy,this is the billionth time you've said that." Bill says in slight annoyance as he kept floating back to their condo. "I know,but it's true. You deserve to *hic* hear it more than once~." Ford teases as the triangle blushes in response. He then recalls how much fun he had with his beloved muse the whole day,smiling at the thought of his husband doing all of that for him despite the fact that a mere mortal like him is unworthy of such treatment (Ford ur secret insecurities are showing).

"Why did *hic* you do this for me?. The whole day i mean. Besides wanting to spend time with me without any work in the way " Ford asks,genuinely curious about his beloved's reasoning for planning such a fantastic day as the triangle arrives in front of the condo only to stop to respond to his genius. "Well,i wanted to make you happy. Since that.. problem regarding your broken mind upset you,and me,both of us really. I wanted to give us both a break from dealing with that." Bill explains as he then put the man down,putting him in a side hug in order to stop him from stumbling. "Oh.. But my muse,you already make me happy just by being here with me." Ford replied,a little saddened by the thought of his dearest feeling obligated to fix things because of that unstable mind of his but he appreciated his efforts regardless. "I know. But i wanted to plan a special day for my special man anyway~." Bill flirts as the man blushed in response.

"Ah. I'm so glad that you notice whenever i'm upset,and that you do everything in your power to make it better. You're a wonderful husband,Bill." Ford says as he smiled at the triangle,who smiled back at him. "I know. Now let's go home and talk a little bit about our fun day before going to bed. And maybe get a little frisky~." Bill teased as the genius blushed even deeper,although this time the redness of his face isn't coming from the alcohol and rather from the arousal he felt from the thought of getting to be pleasured by his muse again after a while of not being able to feel the triangle's hands on him due to his CEO work. "O-Okay. As you wish,my dearest husband." Ford remarks as the triangle then helped him walk back to their house but then Bill remembered that he had another surprise left for his genius so he stopped floating as he then snapped his fingers,the "William" constellation being drawn out in the night sky with his flames as the man looks up in awe. "Ta-da!. It's your favorite,the constellation that looks a lot like a certain charming triangle~. I decided to show it to you since you can't see it normally anymore with the clouds and all." Bill explains as the man then kissed him on the cheek as thanks as he then blushed gold. "Thank you,my dear muse. For all of the wonderful surprises you gave me today,including this one." Ford replied as he then smiled at Bill,who grinned back at him.

"You're welcome,Fordsy. I love you." Bill remarks as the man embraced him. "I love you too. We should go home now. I'm hungry for a steak dinner,and for you~." Ford teases as the triangle blushed even deeper than his genius was as he knew what the man meant by that,then they kept walking back to the condo as Bill summoned a steak dinner while not being able to wait to fuck Ford as he desperately fidgeted in his chair. The man chuckles as he saw how antsy his dear muse was,making sure to eat up fast so that he won't wait for long. He then finished up his steak as Bill snapped his fingers to reverse the plates back to their clean state,then he quickly teleported him and Ford to the bedroom while then removing the man's clothes with a snap of his fingers. The triangle eyed the man hungrily as Ford blushed and panted at the thought of being touched by his beloved again after a while of not experiencing his hands on his member due to work,with Bill chuckling as the genius already wet the bed when he hasn't touched him yet. Bill then put his finger on the man's lips to signal him to quiet down his whimpers,while looking at him slyly as he knew that they're going to he at this for a while.