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I'm sick rn but my fever fantasies have been delicious so I felt like sharing.
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You wince a little as you feel his hand slap across your ass once more. It hurts so much yet for some reason your pussy just continues to ache.
"Disgusting. You're really getting off to being treated like a pathetic whore in a place like this?" Wanderer taunts as he spanks you again and then again. His bare hand landing against your pussy for a second as you whimper for more of this harsh treatment.
"Already wet too. No wonder you were never blessed with the vision you wanted. No god would ever consider giving a whore like you their blessings. Rightfully so." Wanderer presses himself against your backside and grinds against your clothed cunt as you softly beg for him to just fuck you already.
"Eager to be defiled in a church? What a pig." He jeers as he finally slides your panties aside and roughly shoves two fingers into your pussy. You moan and feel your insides flutter even then.
Who knew sneaking into the Mondstadt cathedral for a late night fuck session would have you so hot and bothered?
Wanderer spreads your knees further apart as he continues to tease and plunge his deliciously long digits in and out of you. The nastiest squelching sounds echoing off every wall within the cavernous and grand chamber.
Your nails are practically embedded in the surface of one of the many polished seats as you cling to the back and try to keep your legs apart without losing your balance.
You're reaching your peak within a minute or two when suddenly Wanderer stops and removes his fingers entirely. You hear the sound of clothing rustling and fabric falling to the floor before feeling the tip of his cock as it rubs up and down your moist slit teasingly.
You know what he wants.
"Wanderer please! Please give me your cock! I need it!" You plead sluttily as he chuckles lustfully and barely presses his tip in before withdrawing it again and continuing to tease you.
"I don't think you do. You're going to have to try a little harder than that you filthy girl." He purrs. His other hand lifting one of your legs up so that your knee was carefully resting on top of the wooden bench with your hands, spreading your cunt even wider for him.
"PLEASE Wanderer! I want you to ruin this pussy and make me yours in this sacred place like the disgusting pig I am! Please fuck me! Please!"
You barely have time to finish your words before he suddenly shoves his entire length deep within you and causes you to squeal. Your whorish moans echo throughout the cathedral and Wanderer has to cover your mouth with his other hand as he roughly pounds into you to prevent someone outside from hearing you two.
"Be quiet. You want to be found or what?" He rasps as he holds you in place and continues to breed your useless cunt as you whine and moan cutely before him.
"I bet that's exactly what you want isn't it? An unholy little bitch like you seen getting railed like the worthless insect you are?" He begins to thrust faster.
"How fitting."
Wanderer leans forward a little as he picks up the pace even more. Abusing your tight cunt as you continue to cry out sweetly and breathily.
You feel your lower body tightening then and you know you're about to cum finally. You want to cum with him but you can't get the words out as Wanderer continues to keep you silenced.
However your wish seems to be granted anyway as you feel yourself orgasm at the same time his cool semen floods your pussy.
"Such a shameless bitch. You're lucky I pity you enough to do this. You know that?" Wanderer mumbles in your ear as he gently releases you and lets you slump to the floor in an exhausted heap.
You feel him grab your hips again as you lay against the ground. Lifting your ass again.
"Again?" You ask as you lay panting still.
He teases your clit a little.
"You thought we were done? No. You asked to be ruined. I'm going to do as asked. " Wanderer gives your clit a playful lick.
"Brace yourself. We'll be staying here until dawn."
#genshin impact#wanderer#smut#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin wanderer#wanderer x female reader#wanderer smut#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche smut#scara x reader#scaramouche#genshin scara#scara
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Fifth ( and final! ) 1k of the thank-you 5k I promised y'all behind the cut; âYJ packs up and gets puppedâ. (( chrono || non-chrono ))
Kon hurls his barely-off jacket out of the Super-Cycle and across the garage to hit the wall without even looking, without even making any actual decision to, and then nearly bursts into tears again like a fucking idiot. Idiot. Stupid, stupid, stuâ
He doesnât know if the others would care about him borrowing their scents for his nest, but he alreadyâhe already knowsâ
Superman told him to go be with his pack.Â
Told him to go.Â
And âElâ isnât Supermanâs pack name. Soâso Superman definitely, definitely doesnât wanna be in his nest. Not even as just as a blocker-muddled trace of scent.Â
Kon doesnâtâdoesnât need another stupid pillow anyway. Even if itâs his stupid jacket.Â
He grabs Red Tornadoâs cape again and unrolls it, then drapes it over the side of the Super-Cycleâ nesting pit, and then wants to cry even worse because he hates how it looks like that. Folds it up square instead, and then doesnât like how that looks either and shakes it back out and then rolls it up again but thatâs not good enough either so he shakes it out andâÂ
He wishes he could put his jacket in his nest. Heâhe likes his jacket.Â
Superman wouldnât want him to, though. Not as long as it smells even a little bit like him, anyway.Â
Kon justâjust buries himself against the pillows heâs already folded and curls down in on himself and drags Red Tornadoâs cape halfway over his head and wraps his arms over it and makes himself as small as he can in against them andâandâ
He thinks heâs gonna sob, but what actually happens isâisâ
He keens, is what actually happens. Not on purpose. Definitely not on purpose. Definitely not.Â
Keens an omega call. An omega call for . . . for their pack.Â
Soâno, itâs not on purpose. Konâs fucking stupid, yeah, but notânot stupid enough to have done any shit like that on purpose.Â
But once heâs done it, it feels like he canât stop doing it.Â
Kon shoves his own fist in-between his teeth and digs them in hard through his glove and against the bones of his knuckles and tries desperately to just sob, to just cry, toâtoâto at least muffle the stupidâthe stupid keening, the stupid calling, toâtoâhe doesnât want anyone to hear that, thatâs so pathetic and stupid and pathetic, a stupid useless stray calling for a pack heâs never even had like heâlike heâs stupid enough to thinkâthink thatâand he doesnât want anyone to ever, ever know heâs that pathetic, that stupid, thatâÂ
The Super-Cycleâs engine rumbles in a purr so loud it drowns out Konâs stifled keening completely, and he buries himself in tighter against the folded pillows that smell like the team and tightens his grip on Red Tornadoâs cape that smells like him and hides underâhides under it, and tries not to cry too hard.Â
And doesnât wish he had his fucking jacket.Â
âTh-thanks,â he chokes, his voice cracking. He doesnât even know if the Super-Cycle did that on purpose or not, but . . . âThanks. Sorry, IâI justâthank you.âÂ
The Super-Cycle keeps purring away, and without having to freak out about the chances of anybody hearing him doing something so fucking embarrassing, Kon manages to calm down enough to stopâstop the fucking calling, at least, and then stop the sobbing, and then even stop the crying. It takes a little bit, but . . . but he manages it. Red Tornado hasnât come back yet, so thatâs . . . some fucking mercy, anyway.Â
A lot of fucking mercy, honestly.Â
He feels really stupid, still, but the Super-Cycleâs being . . . being really nice to him. Likeâway nicer than it has to be. Especially since it likes Robin and Bart both way better than him and probably all the girls too. But like, especially Robin and Bart. Which, sure, way to be grateful for a guy breaking you out of the dig site with his badass custom-designed TTK, butâ
Well. If the Super-Cycleâs doing this for him, maybe it likes him more than he thought it did.Â
Kon sniffles a couple more times, then scrubs the last of the tears off with the heel of his glove and sits back up to roll up Red Tornadoâs cape again. The rolled-up pillow really was the best option, he thinks. Likeâmost cushioning and all to it. So likeâbest option, yeah.Â
So he rolls it up again, tucks in the ends again, and puts it back against the side of the nesting pit opposite all his other makeshift pillows. The roll and the tuck are both a little neater-looking now, actually, so . . . thatâs good, he thinks. Maybe heâs gettinâ the hang of nesting, a little bit.Â
Maybe he wonât suck at it, if he practices a little more. Even if he didnât, likeâget to do it before he presented or anything. Like, maybe he could be . . . okay at it, he thinks.Â
Kon watches the video again for a refresher on the tips in it and for ideas for what to do with whatever else Red Tornadoâs gonna bring. He figures itâll just be, like, a couple blankets or maybe a stack of towels or something, so probably heâll just fold âem up the same ways he did with either Cissieâs towel or Red Tornadoâs cape, âcuz he already knows how to do those folds and itâs, likeâitâs good practice, right? Because . . . because heâll be doing this again. Like . . . a lot.Â
Heâll be doing this the whole frigginâ rest of his life, and nobody can tell him heâs not allowed to even if they do think heâs, like, a bad omega or a slut or whatever. Heâs still an omega either way. Heâs still allowed, either way.Â
Even if heâs not in anyoneâs pack, at least he doesnât have to smell anything like Westfield. Doesnât have to be anything like Westfield.Â
Doesnât even have to be an alpha, which . . . he really hadnât thought he was gonna get out of having to be an alpha. Really hadnât thought . . .Â
He justâhadnât thought he was gonna get out of having to be an alpha, he guesses.Â
But he did.Â
Kon sniffles one more time; scrubs the cuff of his glove across his face one more time. Lets himself just feelâjust feel all the weird, giddy relief, one more time. Then he focuses again and starts rearranging all his makeshift pillows, because if Suzie actually does come, he really, really has to have a nice nest ready for, like . . .Â
He justâKon really needs to have a nice nest ready, he knows, though heâs not really sure . . . why, exactly? Like, now that heâs thinking about it. Like . . . he doesnât know why he feels so much like he just really needs to have it.Â
He definitely does, though. Likeâdefinitely feels like he needs it, and definitely also does need it.Â
. . . he hopes Suzieâll like it, if he actually does manage to do an okay job. He hopes if she likes it enough, sheâll stick around for a little while and, like . . . watch some of those videos with him or something, or just stream something on his phone with him, or just hang out or talk or . . .Â
He hopes if she likes it enough, sheâll get in it with him. Whichâit feels kind of dumb, Kon thinks, how much he hopes that, but . . . yeah. He hopes she will, at least for a little bit. Maybe sheâd feel safe in it too.Â
He just . . . he thinks heâd really like it if she would, is all.Â
#kon el#conner kent#superboy#young just us#young justice#wip: yj packs up and gets pupped#omegaverse
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Hi. I have so many thoughts on this that i cannot even hide in the tags. there was a rant i originally posted here a couple weeks ago but i quickly deleted it because i noticed i was part of a serious minority of people who hated the s4 ending But since there are more of us than previously thought im just gonna bullet point it out: (disclaimer itâs been a Hot minute since iâve relistened to s4 im just writing what comes to mind)
- my main complaint that really all of my other complaints fall under is just that it was incredibly anticlimactic. i feel that they really did just set the stakes too high with how the latter half of s4 was written and there was no sensible way to knock all of the points they set up down? it just felt MESSY. donât even get me started on how useless i think the addition of riemann is
- most deaths to me felt like cop-out after cop-out. though i will say that youngâs death felt like a good decision and i did enjoy it, keplers death was. hm. Hhhhhmmmmmm. His death felt so anticlimactic to me which was incredibly disappointing for a character whoâs very foundation is his hubris of egoism. yeah i suppose the end of his arc could be the destruction of his hedonism but the main reason WHY i didnât like it was because it almost felt like they were trying to convince me that kepler changed last minute. he didnât! though round, his character is pretty static to me. something about 18 ulterior motives. did he care about humanity? yes! did he care about his team? Sure. but his feelings on goddard overall didnât really. heâs always felt the same like he had his personhood stolen from him, but was it ever really there? heâs an artist! heâs got a flair for the dramatic and thatâs that. and his death felt purely like it was because no one knew how to tie up his arc. and cutters death was just fuckin LAME. i remember listening to it and just going âwhat? thatâs it?â sure mcguffins harpoon but ughhhh IM CALLING COP OUT
- hera and pryce frustrated me. so. fucking. bad. the way heraâs ptsd was treated in the end oh i CANT. compared to memoria and am i alone now it was AWFUL AWFUL. the very climax in her character was dedicated to her acknowledging that her ptsd was incurable as it literally is just a festering tumor in her code and the only thing she can do is learn to live with it. and then. only for them to throw that out the window and go âwhat if pryce was manipulated too? surely that would add nuanceâ And then just. Forgot to add said nuance in. keeping pryce around [hera] was definitely a choice imo. i donât like how immediately forgiving everyone was. and also i hate the amnesiac/âit was all a dreamâ trope. so much.
- âŚspeaking of the amnesiac trope. eiffels memory loss greatly frustrates me every time i think about it and i canât really elaborate on why outside of It Just Doesnât Make Sense. the reasons i see for Why it could have happened is 1. to show the super meta ness of wolf and how it challenges what makes you, you and for what you are without all of your traumas. 2. because wouldnât it be funny if he worked so hard to get what he wanted but couldnât even reap what he sowed? but i just. the way they immediately have him just go Man Old me was a Jerk right Minkowski! I dunno. it just ticked me off
I feel like for kepler and eiffel especially i would have enjoyed the finale a lot more if they had faced a couple more detrimental consequences of their actions. I donât know how i wouldâve done it myself but thatâs what i think.
TLDR: too messy and anticlimactic for my taste
You know i always kind of assumed i was in the minority of this but as i talk more about wolf 359 here and there i see more people expressing problems with the end of season 4 so i want to ask. Im tapping at the bars of my enclosure. What Did you guys think of the latter half of season 4? And the finale? Can i hear some thoughts on that?
#rose speaks#i donât know if i wanna put this under the wolf tag so#it gets to say just between me and my tag#a lot of this is just regurgitated ranting from instagram stories i posted while live-blogging the episode#i firmly stand by the belief that s3 had the BEST finale writing wise#But s2 was so enjoyable#i didnât mention jacobi but i do have some gripes about the end of his role in the story#but the post canon implications could be fun so iâll let him live#what the hell#sure.
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Time for more eternal gales isat au, this time featuring Sier as Isabeau, creating a sprite I can never use next to Arisâ because despite my best efforts it would make them look tall
#keese draws#eternal gales#oc#oc art#isat#in stars and time#this one didnât take nearly as long as the aris one but I think I suffered for it more from the clothes alone#siffrin made me forget I suck at drawing clothes rip#this was also harder because of how much trickier it was to try and adapt siers design to feel fitting enough for my standards#they have a very stylized design compared to most of the others#I kind of took the lazy route out by keeping most of their original shapes in tact but itâs fine#sier in this au would serve the needed role of emotionally intelligent bestie who is also too scared to cross boundaries to do much#but despite this I do think theyâd actually get the suspicion quest in this au#mostly because mase is a furry artist not a nerd and sier would be more likely to look at aris and go bro. are you in a fucking timeloop.#it also differs in that aris doesnât yell at sier abt it instead looping before they can finish because she canât handle hearing them be#right on the money about this thing that she thought she was handling perfectly#she doesnât want to fail them she doesnât want them to realize sheâs failed them she doesnât want to be a burden she doesnât want them to#ârealizeâ theyâre better off without her#aris is Incredibly resistant to accepting help on most serious issues because shes convinced that itâs her responsibility to deal with it#by herself and that if she canât then sheâs a failure and worse than useless#I mean in canon eternal gales she literally loses her eye and arm because of that#in this au she just lost them how sif lost his eye but she still has. complexes abt all that.#but yeah sier also differs wildly from isa in many Many other ways as does the rest of the cast from their assigned characters#for sier they rly arenât the jock of the group at all instead being more of the guy who keeps the mood lighthearted at all times lest they#die of stress because the others havenât said anything in a whole 30 seconds#aka theyâre the self assigned peacekeeper who doesnât actually need to constantly keep the peace because no oneâs fighting but they still#feel like they need to so they dance and dance and dance for their friends until they collapse from exhaustion#metaphorically ofc#this is why theyâre both terrified to confront aris when she starts acting a bit fucked up but also why they still do sometimes anyways#they talk abt this a lil bit in their friend quest as they talk abt how they want to change but are scared to
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hi everyone, this is my monthly check-in <3
#not feeling so great lately...there's a lesion on my other knee now#and it most likely is cancer.#they want me to wait another 10 days for an mri???? like ur crazy#if u think i can wait that long.#sighhhhhhhhh.#anyway.#some cool things have happened#like spending all day in nyc with my partner on friday <3333#and um. i did wnt to vent about smth so uh.#ED tw#lately#my energy has been too low for me to wanna cook. which in turn made my stomach shrink a LOT#since i've been surviving by grazing on snacks.#and i didnt even realize i lost weight until i went to the doctor.#i didnt realize though that it would be even MORE lost when i weighed myself without my winter clothes#and uhhhh. i currently weigh what i weighed in my senior year of high school#which is the FIRST time i've been under a certain number in over SIX YEARS.#and i havent struggled at all w body negativity or ED thoughts in over a couple years. but.#now that my ideal gender expression has shifted more to the feminine side. and now that ive lost weight.#my brain INSTANTLY latched onto that#and was like omg YES do more of that#and it feels nice. this time im FINALLY not struggling to suppress my appetite!!! my body is doing that for me!#and obviously im still eating enough to live on#but still a huge caloric deficit. and rn my wheelchair shit keeps breaking on me. my mobility company is INCOMPETENT.#and my insurance might tell me i have to wait FIVE MORE YEARS for another type of chair......I WILL DIE BY THEN.#ugh everything is so complicated now. and im ALWAYS exhausted bc the sun sets at 4:30. i've just stopped binging and i replaced it with+#a LOT. of retail therapy. i've easily spent probably 1500 of my credit limit in the last 2 months. but you know.#that and not eating are 2 of the ONLY things i can control rn. out of all the fucking bullshit these useless people and my body put me thru#anyway. i'm sure you can tell how i feel rn. i'm just going to try doing anything else today.#vent
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This will go amazing with my bathtub that is just full of eyeballs
#w...why would you even do this?#i thought it was gonna be a way to clean a toilet bowl#but why?#how do you keep going without thinking of how useless this is?#what are you trying to accomplish here? what's the purpose? why waste so many materials for this?#maybe as a prank sure#but there are easier ways to pull a prank involving a toilet#im sorry#im just baffled
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So yeah avoiding my phone didn't work and also meant I sat on the kitchen floor staring into space for about 3 hours before Alfie woke up but hey at least I didn't break anything
Them being around is helping a little but they're also struggling and it fuckin sucks bc I know we're both just. Rotating money stress in our minds
#like. i went out earlier to get bread#just bread bc we cant afford anything else#got just enough in the bank to cover the work thing but since management stjll hasnt gotten back to me on HOW to pay it its like#our electricity is already in debt lol it has a thing where you can go ÂŁ10 into debt before it switches off#and it usually wont switch off over weekends#presumably bc all but 1 places nearby thst we can top it up at are shut on weekends but anyway#so we're like. okay. it MIGHT last today and if it does thst SHOULD mean itll last till monday.#but then itll be at least a tenner in debt#then we only have to last till thursday but its. do we keep this money thats for The Thing that is once again unclear on how urgent it is#or do we spend it on the Soon To Be Immdiately Urgent thing#and thats not even CONSIDERING food lmao we. i got 2 loaves of bread so we can at least survive on toast for a few days#we got 3 maybe 4 meals worth of stuff still in the kitchen#like...at this point i dont even care if i have to go a few days without eating at all to make it to thursday but its.#its so fucked up those are the terms im thinking in#and this isnt asking for more donations i really cannot take that today im at the fuckin bottom of my barrel#and already feel hopeless and useless and an active drain to everything around me#but its. like. how. why. why is it still like this. why is it looking extremely unlikely its ever gonna change.#whats the point if its all for a few scattered handful hours of actual peace and comfort never mind happiness#tldr yes i am once again suicidal but small s#like in the sense of i would feel immense relief if a truck came at me on my way to work tomorrow and would not step out of the way but#dont have it in me to actually consciously act upon
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so to do my testing i need a state id but to get my state id i need a social security card bc i lost mine so im waiting up to 15-20 days for social security to send me a verification number in the mail so that i can apply for a new social security card and then ill have to wait for that to get to me and then i can go get my ky id and hopefully not get in trouble for taking so long to get my id changed and THEN i can schedule my ged classes. and by then ill probably have finished my math and science ged readys which is good and ummm i think thats all. itll prolly be a permit rather than a state id so i can work on learning to drive since we have a nice Not horrible car . and then ill know how to drive which will be helpful to me even if it takes me a while to actually own a car... but itd be helpful to Be able to drive yk. even if i am quite late... and once i get all of that done then thats like finally finished and then i can get a job again and start saving up money for when i am ready to move out...
#and once i am Making money again ill feel better going to the dr for all of my stuff bc my mom says itd be covered by insurance but im#rly rly paranoid abt there being copays or something yk . so id like to Have money jic since i currently have. 3 dollars at all#but yes. and im rly lucky im able to live with my family bc like. they wont Make me pay rent they might ask for help which ill gladly do bc#1. yk and 2. i have been living here free of charge for almost a year 3. even all that aside i want the kids to be able to keep living here#and also be able to eat so idm helping with groceries and the mortgage or whathave you... and itll all be cheaper than paying rent at my#own place anyways so i can build up a good net AND ill have money to start donating again bc i hate not being able to donate it makes me#feel so useless. that was the best part of living in wa was that i Had money to be spending and donating was one of the like. bc i have a#lot of hangups abt money so pretty much spending any money made me feel sick and i had to punish myself for it BUT donating bypassed that.#not that the benefit of donating is that i can spend money without feeling bad but it is something i Want to do because i want to be able t#help however i can . obviously. i am rambling now but basically yes im excited to have a job again#idt ill have money to get people gifts this year for xmas Which sucks but hoooooooopefully i will have a job by february.......... dependin#wewill see how it all works out. im hoping february bc thats the start of the 1st wave of bdays. well . technically january is but thats My#bday so it doesnt count.... bc tag feb father mar weeman may. and then lamp sep and mother oct and i couldnt get either of them gifts and#Yeah i feel evil#BUT!!!! next year i will be able to afford everything all of it ill have money and a job and i can get ppl gifts i love buying ppl gifts#even tho im bad at it i fear. bc i dont have much experience last year was the first year i got to buy xmas gifts for everybody... and bday#for some even :] but ya. ive loved buying gifts since 8th grade which was the first time i was able to buy gifts for my friends bc my dad#gave me his credit card for the dc trip. bc we were on kiiiiind of difficult terms in 2018 LOLLL. so he was doing pretty much anything to#get me to talk to him again the perks of having to go to court against your parent. and also girl that restraining order was meaningless bu#whatever i cant think abt it or ill get kinda mad so were moving on Oh im cramping that sucks okayyyyy. anyways. YES so thats your connor u#date i think these tags are gonna get cutoff in a major way. wait nvm i only had like 22... ok well ending it here goodbye my diary
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Tw: SH and su!c!de
#:(#another day of feeling useless#my life is going by and all i do is rot :(#i just want God to posess me with an Angel so i can be done failing my family#im so broken i need to talk to someone but my dad n sister cant help me :(#im just so fucking lonely and i treat therpy like a drug fix like im in hives waiting for thursday#my sister is too cold and my dad just...cant not say the wrong thing#i think im gonna have to SH to avoid a meltdown :(#i dont like doing it chs i get so fuckin itchy#but i have 0 outlet#....well#my therapist told me to use sex as an outlet#but i really dont wanna do that right now#s-x is about loving yourself and rn i hate myself so badly#sh just lets me open up cus im literally physical breaking at the seams cus of how much i keep to myself#its just not right to unload my stuff onto friends or helpless family#especially since my shit has no answers or hopr#i mostly just wanna be held#the only reason im not attempting to end it all is cus i already know what a burden a failed attempt causes#i xant watch anything or do anything without zoning out minutes later.....#all i can do is spiral and sleep#im just so fucking sad i hate this life i wanna start over i keep failing evrryone around me#i wanna be posessed by an agel so my soul can rest but my body can now actually take care of evrryonr#i dunno what to do :(#my dad says the hospital isnt a good idea but im so fucking sad n tired n wanna die#it feels like no one actually takes me seriously cus ive never sucessfully tried or been to the hospital#feels like my family thinks im lazy depressed imstead of very deeply depressed#everytime my dad says âyoure looking for an answer thats not you.â or âi guess i gotta fix things without youâ I WANNA FUCKIN DIE#i wanna rip my whole skin off n jjst die....thats how he sees me..#..
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1,000 follower kink vote post: 1st place, Somno
Sleeping pups make the best toys. Itâs so fun to tease a cute things body while theyâre unconscious. You get to hear their honest, unfiltered noises, usually little breathy moans that react to your every move once you start gently rubbing and playing with them while you feel them get hard and messy on your fingers.
I just love the perverse intimacy of it. Thereâs no lying, no altering your reactions, just the honest results of my touch and you donât even know youâre functioning as entertainment for me. You donât know that Iâm studying every little thing you do in response to my fingers and mouth. Learning what feels the best based on your reactions.
Itâs so rewarding to feel the mess youâre making, to feel you needily throbbing as I play with you. If I can get you to cum even better. Itâs so cute to hear you cum when you arenât awake enough to control your voice. To make you twitch and clench and squirm infront of me while youâre none the wiser.
Maybe Iâll leave it at that. Let you wake up in the morning either oblivious to my actions or Iâll have done something to let you know I used you in your sleep. You might wake up without your underwear, or maybe you notice dirty words written on your skin in some very intimate areas, if Iâm feeling cruel there could be a toy left in you that teased you all night.
But I think it might be more fun for you to wake up. To watch you try to process whatâs happening. Seeing your little useless groggy brain try to catch up with the pleasure your body has been experiencing. And while youâre pathetically trying to understand why you feel so horny and sensitive Iâll make sure to start fully fucking you now that waking you up isnât a concern. God itâs so attractive to see you beneath me, getting overwhelmed by the intensity of what youâre feeling while youâre barely even awake.
Hearing the little words you try to say that just get lost in between moans. Iâll make sure to use you until Iâm satisfied, as is your purpose. With how primed and sensitive I made you Iâm sure it wouldnât take long for you to cum again, but Iâll keep going for as long as I want, without a care for how intense it is for you. And of course I just canât stop myself from getting in your ear and telling you how cute you were in your sleep, how loud you got from my touch, what specific things made you react the most. Iâll watch your little face get all flustered and embarrassed before your eyes roll back and you just canât keep your voice down.
Once Iâm finally done with you Iâll make sure to hold my little plaything and let you know how good of a toy you were for me, how amazing your body felt. Iâll keep you nice and tight while softly praising you to sleep in my arms, at least until I feel the need to play with you again <3
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Baby Blues
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Pairing - Sylus x f!MC
Summary - In the first two weeks of being new parents, the dynamic hasnât been quite what you and Sylus expected. Heâs eager to be involved, but your daughter doesnât seem to have warmed to him.
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â ď¸Warningâ ď¸ - Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth. Hurt/comfort, fluff, and a little sprinkle of angst.
Your newborn didnât like Sylus.
It sounded ridiculous, but you know he was thinking it too. You didnât have the gall to say it out loudânot that it even needed to be said. The fact was definitely lingering between you both.
You never thought much of why she would wriggle and kick up a storm in your stomach whenever he touched the swell of your belly, but you now had an inclination that it was because she didnât like his hands there.
It was strange and upsetting, but he didnât seem too hurt by it so far, only silently helpless as he watched you do everything. You were two weeks postpartum, so your emotions were already all over the place. It seemed as though Sylus was holding his own feelings back to make room for yours, and when you had asked him about it, he simply kissed your forehead and reassured you that he was fine. All while your screaming daughter cried for you against his chest.
Not that he opened up to you all that often. You did manage to get things out of him with a push sometimes, but he was like an unyielding gate, refusing to open to anyone.
Your exhaustion was only adding to the toll on your fragile emotions. The baby only wanted your touch, and sleep was almost impossible for you because of that very reason. Only you could feed her. Only you could soothe her. Only you could touch her.
That was one thing that was really getting to Sylus. The bloodshot whites of your eyes as you rocked the fussy newborn to sleep and fed her at all hours of the morning. The barely touched plates of food that ended up stone cold and in the bin. Not to mention the completely non-existent ten minutes you needed to at least have a wash without having to run out of the shower to her aid.
He must have felt quite useless in the weeks where you should be recovering, but he didnât want you to worry about his feelings by indulging you in his thoughts.Â
Your pregnancy had been smooth, ending with a good twenty-seven hours of rather torturous labour, and pushing that went on for an agonising two hours. It had all been worth it, though. Your little bundle of joy with tufts of platinum hair had finally greeted you both with a piercing wail, but eased her protests once placed against your heaving chest.
You just wished she would settle with both parents.
It was another day of desperate wailing, your arms becoming so heavy with the exertion of having no option but to hold her. You tried to put her in her pram for Sylus to push her around for a while, but her cries only increased to the point of her little face turning purple. You couldnât sit and just listen to it, and you absolutely would not ignore herâno matter how much Sylus pushed for you to go and get some sleep.
âShe wants me,â you say for what felt like the millionth time that week.
Sylus was evidently reluctant to stop trying, but he wouldnât keep you from her. He conceded with a defeated huff, watching your every move as you gently lifted your screeching daughter out of the plush pram. Her screams died down quickly as you placed her against your chest, her ear-piercing wails whittling down to soft whimpers.
âOf all the dangerous paths Iâve crossed and violent challenges Iâve encountered, itâs our newborn daughter who finally defeats me,â he mumbles quietly, trying to make a lighthearted joke about it.
You tried to smile at his attempt to add a bit of humour to the situation, but the comment only made you cry. Hard.
âHey.â He immediately stepped toward you, rubbing a large hand up and down your back soothingly. You had to give it to him, his patience with you in the last two weeks had been immaculate. âDonât cry, sweetie.â
You couldnât stop, your ragged breaths and shaking shoulders refusing to relent. âI d-donât get it,â you bawl. âWhat are we doing d-differently?â
Sylus sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His hand continued to rub soothing circles against your back to ease your upset. âWell, she did live inside you for nine months. Besides, you didnât exactly like me either when we first met.â
He smiled faintly, tilting his head down to capture your gaze. Despite the obvious tease, he still seemed to be holding himself back. It was frustrating him more than he wanted to admit to you. You knew he was protecting your feelings, but you wished he would just show some sense of vulnerability.
You donât dare set your sleeping daughter down in her moses basket, knowing full well that she would just wake straight back up. So the rest of the afternoon is spent with your tiny newborn curled up against your chest, a few feeding and changing breaks in between.
Once the day turned into night, nothing in the world sounded more appealing to you than a hot shower, a hot meal, and a hot cup of tea. But letting her scream and cry while you did that was not an option. It wasnât fair on her, and it wasnât fair on Sylus.
He didnât leave you unless he absolutely had to throughout the day. You watched him every time he heard a little whimper from the baby, his hands flexing and twitching. Every time you had to get up to do something for her, he was either at your back or side.
He wanted to help.
The chef brought through a very large bowl of marinated chicken and pasta for you, upon Sylusâs instruction. As soon as the bowl was set on the little table beside your recliner chair, you almost began drooling. You hadnât managed to eat much at all in the chaos, and Sylus wasnât amused when you didnât even get the chance to finish the two biscuits heâd brought you earlier in the day.
You reached a careful hand over to the fork, not even lifting it before your daughter began to wriggle and whine in your other arm. Dropping it immediately, you retract your hand, only making it halfway back to the fussy newborn before long, slender fingers wrapped themselves around your wrist.
âNo,â Sylus says firmly. âAbsolutely not.â
Your initial response is to immediately go on the defence. âSheâs cryââ
âI know sheâs crying,â he interrupted tightly. âI know. But youâre going to eat while your food is hot, and youâre going to do it without our screaming daughter on your chest.â
âButââÂ
âNo buts.â
He had that commanding look in his eye, the one that would intimidate most, but was only used on you when he was especially adamant on you doing something necessary for yourself.Â
You were a little relieved to see him so passionate, if you were being honest. He had been treading on eggshells to not upset you or the baby for fourteen whole days, and it wasnât good for anyone. You felt the tension on him every time you both managed to get into bed together for more than five minutes. He needed this little outburst.
âThis needs to stop now. Iâm going to figure her out, and you are going to eat. Alright?â His tone left no room for argument, and the more your daughter protested against your intention to eat, the more hungry and tired you felt.
It wasnât easy, but you handed her off to him carefully, swallowing a lump in your throat. You couldnât take your eyes off of her distressed little face as Sylus attempted to cradle her.
You were practically twitching, your legs about to push the footrest of the recliner down to retrieve her in the first thirty seconds she was away from you. Sylus noticed immediately, and pushed it back up with his foot before you could close it down fully.
âSheâs not in any danger,â he said calmly, but his whole body was visibly tense. âSheâs right here, I wonât leave the room. Just eat, sweetie.â
You wanted to protest further, but he wasnât going to yield this time. His eyes remained trained on you until you finally sagged back into the chair, and it wasnât until you picked up your fork that he finally turned away, focusing on the distraught newborn kicking up a storm against his chest.
He held her the way you did, one hand cupped over her head to keep it steady while the other hand softly patted her back. Why she didnât want to be near him was an utter mystery to you, he wasnât doing anything incorrectly.Â
You couldnât eat while the two most important people in your life were quite clearly in a distressing situation before you. âAre you alright?â You asked him gently, hoping that he would answer you.
âI will be if you eat,â he quickly responded, not looking at you.
Sighing, you stab a slice of the chicken onto your fork, just looking at it for a moment. Your brain had managed to kick itself into gear as you forged a new approach to his silence.Â
This was an opportunity to head in the right direction.
âIâll eat if you speak to me.â
Blood red eyes shot in your direction, an eyebrow raised. âBlackmail?â
You quickly shook your head. âYou were right, this does need to stop. Starting with you shutting yourself off from me.âÂ
âEat.â
The forked piece of chicken points straight at his unamused face. âTalk.â
He shook his head a little in clear annoyance, the stress consuming him. Your daughter continued to wail, immune to the warmth and safety of his arms. He was basically trapped after promising to remain in the room with you.
Your bleary eyes held his irises of rubies, neither of you conceding. It was a mental challenge to ignore the fragrant aroma of garlic and fresh basil beneath your nose, but you were not eating until at least one of the two beautiful people before you had calmed down.
Sylus visibly swallowed, finally giving in as he noticed your lack of a bluff. âDo you think she knows?â His voice was quiet, barely heard over your newbornâs cries.
âKnows what?â
He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again, nodding his head towards the piece of chicken on your fork. You shovel it into your gob, eager for him to continue.
His eyes flicker down to your daughter before he speaks again. âDo you think she knows that Iâve done terrible things? Do you think thatâs why she doesnât like me?â
âIââ you grumble and roll your eyes as he nods to your plate of food again, waiting for you to take another mouthful that you end up having to speak through, âI donât see how she could. Is that why youâve been so quiet?â
The corner of his mouth curled upward ever-so-slightly. âMissing my tongue, kitten?â
You couldnât help your own smile as his shoulders sagged a little from where they were practically touching his ears. It wasnât often that he opened up to you like this. You almost always had to pry or throw in a proposition to coax him into speaking.
You took another bite of your food, moving the plate from the small table to your lap. âDo you really think she doesnât like you?â
His smirk faded away quickly, a gentle thumb brushing over your daughter's head. She continued to cry, but the volume had dropped a little. âDo you not think that?â He asked.
You didnât know how to answer that question. To tell the truth, you did think that, but not for the same reason he was thinking.
âI think she may be a little attached at the moment. Weâre very different shapes and sizes. Maybe she feelsââ
âUnsafe?âÂ
His tone had dropped an octaveâsomething you didnât think was possible considering the already bone-chilling vibrations of his voice. Never before had you witnessed him in a state of such vulnerability. He was insecure about this, and it was finally starting to show.
You went to stand up to be near him, but he immediately stepped forward to halt your movement.
âEat.â
Not wanting to lose this free-speaking Sylus you had barely met before, you did as he said, twirling a fat mouthful of pasta onto your fork for extra brownie points.
You both remained in silence for a few moments, only your fork scraping against the bowl in your lap marrying with the sounds of your babyâs cries surrounding the small sitting room.
Sylusâs gaze didnât leave the newborn cradled in his arms, a gentle sway in his hips as he tried to keep her moving. All you could do was study his composure, seeing it as it cracked.
After a moment, he looked back at you. âI donât want to keep failing you.â
You coughed on the mouthful of the creamy pasta at his words, completely in awe of his confession.
Failing you? How did he get to that conclusion?
âYouâve done everything for her,â he continued, not allowing you to immediately reassure him. âI want to be able to do everything, too. For both of you.â
The all too familiar sting in your wet eyes built in intensity by the second, and you quickly found yourself sniffling.
Not only was he insecure about your daughter not feeling safe in his arms, but he felt that heâd failed you both in the past two weeks. It was heartbreaking for you to hear.
âDonât cryââ
âYouâreâŚfuck, Sylus. Youâre not failing anyone,â you tuck your fork back into the pasta with a loud sniffle, ignoring his glare that silently demanded that you continue to eat. âHow the hell did you come to that conclusion?â
He looked entirely reluctant to answer, his head dropping back down to stare at his tiny twin. You didnât want him to stop speaking again, so you quietly picked your fork back up, hoping it would capture his attention.
The silence stretched between you as you made the effort to eat for his sake. Even your daughter's cries became a little weakerâlike she was pitying him.
He didnât look at you as he said, âIâm the bad guy. The boogie man. The kind of monster that parents threaten their kids with visits from in the middle of the night if they donât brush their teeth before bed.â
âNot in our story, youâre not,â you quickly reassured him earnestly. âYouâre the husband and father who keeps the monsters away from your family. Thatâs the only Sylus she will ever know. The real one.â
He still didnât look up from the newborn, now almost completely silent in his arms, but you catch a subtle bob in his throat. You didnât need him to respond to you. You knew you had said the right words to soothe that self-deprecating thought in his complicated mind. You could see it.
âHave I told you how perfect you were two weeks ago,â he asked, knowing full well that heâd told her every day since then.
Your mouth curled into a soft smile. Even after all these years togetherâafter welcoming your first child into this scary, yet beautiful worldâSylus had no trouble giving you butterflies.
âI think you mightâve mentioned it,â you hummed softly.
And on that very note, the baby was fast asleep in his hold for the very first time in two whole weeks. His face didnât reveal anything, but you knew he was relieved. All he wanted to do was make this easier for the both of you.
Finally, you had managed to figure out what the problem had been all this time.
âYou were too tense,â you point out quietly, noticing how openly at ease he now was. âThatâs what she didnât like.â
He hummed in response, unable to tear his gaze away from the sleeping babe in his arms. You didnât say anything further, letting him enjoy that special moment in peace while you proceeded to enjoy the rest of your meal.
Despite the challenges of becoming new parents, things were going to be alright from that point onwards.
A/N - Hello! I hope you enjoyed this oneshot, thank you so much for reading. Just to let you know, I do take requests â¤ď¸
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đđđđđ, fetishes & turn ons . . . đđ đđ .á
wc. 893
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( # ) SYNOPSIS: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna & what i think some of their kinks would be.
( # ) CONTENT: mdni // dead dove. afab! reader. oral (f), overstimulation, p in v, begging, teasing, praise & degrading, cockwarming, slight somnophilia, daddy kink, nippleplay, consensual non con.
GOJO . . . enjoys overstimulation, especially when it comes to giving you head. your clit is already sensitive to the touch, so much so that he cannot place a finger on your bare clit without you gasping and squirming, shooting sensations pulsing from that area. he has to rub you over your clitoral hood, so that thereâs at least a soft, cushiony barrier between your most sensitive parts, and his roughened thumb; but when it comes to his mouth, itâs just heavenly. the way he laps you up, tongue peeking into your hole as deep as it will go, pushing in a finger as his mouth works on your clit, sucking and swirling. after a bit, you start to get overwhelmed, the sensations coming from your abdomen making you squirm almost out of his grip. âmmhnnn.â satoru shakes his head slightly, wrapping strong arms around your already shaking thighs. âplease, no more, i canât take it.â you plead with him, just before his mouth releases your clit with a wet and sloppy âpopâ before telling you, âyouâll take as much as i want you to. youâre mine.â viciously sucking at you until youâve came, again and again.
GETO . . . likes cockwarming. sometimes it was while he was on the game, noticing you walking around the house in damn near nothing, whistling to get your attention. he would pull his shorts down just enough, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. of course you had no issue with this, discarding your panties to go sit on his lap, with his cock buried deep inside of you. sometimes you would wiggle around and earn a harsh slap to your ass, or what he could reach of it. other times he was thrusting into you after losing, or even winning a match. you didnât mind, as long as he was giving you attention. sometimes cockwarmimg geto was a little different, like when he is tired and needy, snuggling with you in bed. he can feel your ass pressed against him, and whether you were trying or not, you made him hard. sometimes he will pull off his shorts, sticking the tip against you and if youâre wet enough, it slides right in. you can hear him hum softly, settling in, feeling the warmth of your walls, he wraps his arms around you to sleep for the night. once he wakes in the morning, and realizes his cock is still hard and inside of you, he fucks you awake.
TOJI . . . has a daddy kink, ironically. it started off as just a joke, him calling himself big daddy, or telling you he was your daddy; and at first, you didnât know how to feel about it, but weeks of thinking, and possibly some subliminal conditioning from your lovely, perverted boyfriend had changed your mind. âdo it, slut.â he was hovered over you, tip of his cock pressed against your slick hole, teasing, but only enough to have you frustrated and almost begging. he wouldnât put it in untilâ âsay it.â he demanded of you, hand coming up to grip your soft cheeks, keeping your focus on him. you wanted to, but it felt so foreign on your tongue, saying it when you were alone just to get a taste of the word in your mouth. âdaddy?â you finally let it slip, your voice light and airy, the word coming out almost as if it were a question. âthatâs it, good. say it again, like you mean it.â less demanding this time, but he still wouldnât put it in until he was satisfied, and he could tell it was bothering you. the way you wiggled your hips and tried your best to push yourself down onto his cock, but it was useless in that position, lying on your back you were helpless beneath him. âdaddy please.â this time it sounded better, more natural as the words just fell off of your tongue, begging him to finally wreck you; to which he did, until you were a crying and cumming mess.
SUKUNA . . . likes cnc. he rather enjoys watching you squirm and cry beneath him, begging for him to stop. youâve already established a safeword, and he always confirms it before going into a scene; knowing that if that word fell from your lips, he would stop immediately. âbaby, whatâs your safeword?â he asks you, and once you respond he begins to push himself onto you, feeling up your thighs, squishing soft skin and pushing his rough fingers between the warmth of them. âplease..â you whimper, knowing it turns him on to hear you beg. he ignores you, his free hand pulling your tank top down to reveal your chest and already budding nipples. with his head dipping down to put one in his mouth, his other hand worked his way up your thighs and right against your panties. âplease, stop!â you protest, gasping at the feeling of his teeth, nipping and sucking before releasing their grip, his fingers down below pushing past the fabric of lace, plunging themselves into your sweet dripping hole. âyou know you want this, thatâs why you donât fight me.â the man snickered at your obedience, the way your hole clenched around his fingers when he spoke. ârelax, enjoy this.â he hums, pumping his fingers in and out until youâre begging for him to let you cum.
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Steel and sunshine
sevika x ditz! reader / short drabble
no warnings just you being annoying and sevika putting up with you
requested by @gravegoer <3
Zauns sprawling streets were filled with the hum of industry, the hiss of steam, and the faint green glow of shimmer pouring from narrow alleyways. The air hung heavy with a metallic tang, and the rattle of machinery from the Undercityâs workshops created a chaotic symphony. It was chaotic, grimy, and dangerous. A place that seemed to churn out desperation as naturally as it did smog. In the heart of it all, Sevika sat at her usual corner of The Last Drop, nursing a glass of something strong enough to peel paint.
Her steel arm rested on the table, catching the flicker of neon lights overhead. She was a picture of quiet intensity: sharp eyes scanning the bar, her jaw set in irritation at the chaos around her. She could handle a fight breaking out or someone trying to swindle her. What she couldnât handle, though, was the sound of your voice cutting through the din like sunshine piercing a storm cloud. âSevika!â
She groaned quietly, closing her eyes for a moment as she prepared herself for the whirlwind that was you. When she opened them, there you were, skipping toward her with all the oblivious cheer of someone who didnât belong in a place like this. âWhat now?â she muttered, her tone already laced with exasperation.
You plopped down into the chair across from her, beaming as if you hadnât just walked through Zaunâs most dangerous streets without a care in the world. âYouâll never guess what I found today!â
âLet me guess,â Sevika said, her voice flat. âSomething useless?â
You gasped, clutching your chest like sheâd just shot you. âHow dare you? Itâs not useless!â You rummaged through your bag, your fingers brushing past who-knows-what before triumphantly pulling out a small, rusted music box. Its paint was chipped, and the mechanism looked like it hadnât worked in years. âLook! Isnât it cute?â
Sevika raised an eyebrow, her patience already teetering on the edge. âYouâre risking your life out there for this?â
âOf course!â you said, completely unfazed. âI thought youâd like it.â
âI donât like junk,â she said flatly, though her gaze lingered on the object longer than sheâd admit.
You leaned forward, your eyes sparkling with mischief. âYouâre lying. I can tell you secretly think itâs cool.â
Sevika groaned, her metal fingers tapping against the table in frustration. âWhat am I going to do with you?â
âKeep me around forever?â you said with a grin, propping your chin on your hand.
âYouâre exhausting,â she muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward in a reluctant smile.
Not long after, Sevika found herself walking alongside you through the crowded streets of Zaun, her broad frame serving as a shield against the jostling crowd. She wasnât sure how sheâd ended up in this situation again, but you had a way of dragging her along. Your sheer persistence overpowering her better judgment.
âDid you eat today?â she asked abruptly, her sharp tone betraying the faintest hint of concern.
âOh! I had some bread earlier,â you said brightly. âAnd maybe a candy bar?â
Sevika stopped dead in her tracks, her glare making you shrink slightly. âThatâs not food. Come on.â
You blinked, confused. âWhere are we going?â
âTo get you something real before you pass out,â she grumbled, taking your arm and steering you toward a food stall. The smell of sizzling dumplings filled the air as Sevika ordered for you, her tone curt but efficient. She handed the vendor a few coins before shoving the steaming plate into your hands.
âSit,â she ordered, pointing to a nearby bench.
You obeyed, settling onto the seat and swinging your legs like a child as you dug in. The first bite was heavenly, and you made a small noise of appreciation that made Sevika smirk despite herself.
âYouâre amazing, Sev,â you said between mouthfuls, your words slightly muffled.
âDonât talk with your mouth full,â she scolded, sitting beside you.
You swallowed quickly, flashing her a wide grin. âSorry. Youâre just so good at taking care of me.â
âSomeone has to,â she muttered, shaking her head.
âYouâre like a big, grumpy teddy bear,â you teased, nudging her side.
She gave you a flat look. âA teddy bear?â
âYeah! You act all tough, but deep down, youâre just a big softie.â
âKeep talking like that, and Iâll leave you here,â she warned, though the faintest trace of amusement lingered in her voice.
Later, back at Sevikaâs apartment, the quiet hum of Zaunâs nightlife served as background noise. The space was sparse and functional, just like her. But tucked into corners and sitting on shelves were small reminders of your influence. There was a cracked vase youâd insisted on saving, a tiny ceramic dog you swore looked just like her, and now the rusted music box, which youâd proudly placed on the shelf next to the others.
âLook at it,â you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. âItâs perfect.â
âItâs junk,â Sevika replied, though her tone lacked the usual bite.
âSentimental junk,â you corrected, turning to grin at her.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. âYouâre lucky I put up with you.â
âYouâre lucky Iâm so charming,â you shot back, sticking out your tongue.
Sevika shook her head, unable to keep the smirk off her face. âRidiculous.â
You plopped onto her worn-out couch, kicking off your shoes and making yourself comfortable. âSo, what do we do now?â
âI work. You stay out of the way,â she said, already moving toward her workbench.
âBoring,â you replied, flipping through a magazine youâd found on the coffee table. The two of you fell into a companionable silence, Sevika tinkering with her mechanical arm while you lazily read. But after a while, your thoughts drifted, and the question that had been nagging at you all day finally slipped out.
âSevika?â You said softly as your eyes still on the maganize that you were reading.
âWhat?â she replied as she continued to tinker her metal arm, completely immersed in what she was doing. âDo you think Iâm annoying?â
The question caught her off guard, and she turned to look at you. Putting the tool that was on her hand on the desk. âWhere the hell is this coming from?â
You shrugged, suddenly finding the magazine very interesting. âI dunno. I just⌠sometimes I feel like I get on your nerves.â
Sevika sighed, setting down her tools and walking over to sit beside you. âYou do,â she said bluntly, making you gape at her. Before you could protest, she added, âBut I donât mind.â
âReally?â you asked, your voice small.
âReally,â she said, her tone softer now. âYou keep things⌠interesting.â
A slow smile spread across your face. âYouâre such a softie.â
âDonât push it,â she warned, though there was no malice in her words.
You leaned your head against her shoulder, letting the cool metal of her arm press against your cheek. âThanks, Sev.â
âYeah, yeah,â she muttered, reaching up to ruffle your hair. âJust donât get used to it.â
But you both knew it was already too late.
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Eternal gales isat au except Bloom is the one looping and she never fucking escapes due to the curse of being 9 years old. Oh and also the middle aged woman actively sabotaging her at every step of the way ig
#rat rambles#eternal gales#for context in the main version of the au I have au aris as loop and as such in any swapped looper hypotheticals their loops would be their#au antag counterpart and just so happens bloom has by far the worst one to be stuck with#all the other au antags would play varying degrees of nice but au bloom very much Would Not.#au bloom's whole motivation in canon eg was kickstarted by their original universe being destroyed after all#and to have that happen after being stuck in timeloop hell? she would Not be ready to let the universe fuck her over without a fight#and this is only one drop in the bucket of many Many reasons that bloom would have a unquely fucked up and horrific time if she was looping#fydd wouldn't have a great time either but I do think au fydd would be nicer to him no matter how low that bar is#au fydd would be incredibly unstable and angry but he wouldn't necessarily blame fydd for that I think#seeing his literal younger self go through what had broken him as a teenager would probably get him to try to keep it together#he'd understand theyre both victims that got massively fucked over#au sier would probably get closest to loop in terms of helpfulness but probably still less helpful if that gives you any idea of how#useless these fuckers would be like even the ones who would legitimately try would just sorta suck at it I think#owl in particular would probably be Way too stuck in the playing mysterious zone to be very helpful#au fydd just wouldn't know shit nor know how to go about explaining shit#au aris would be very very distant with their advice and take a very mia appreach to things (take a clost look at your evidence esc)#au mase would be dead silent 99% of the time#and as said au bloom would be actively sabotaging everything at any chance she could get#now aris and sier are so nicies to me by having au antags that already have easy loop names#owl already altered her name in canon after all and while uni isnt here au aris can still borrow their name#thank god sier isnt the main character here if the act 6 twist was revealed with sier awf owl full name drop thatd be horrible lol#isat spoilers#justttt realized that I should add that. thats what happens when you post at 4 am ig#speaking of time to pass out
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Letâs be Honest
Simon Riley (Bodyguard) x Reader!!
(mdni 18+)
Your father is an undercover investigator working a dangerous case on a human trafficking ring. Unfortunately, they somehow discovered his intentions, and now they're out for revenge. So, theyâve put a bounty on your head, claiming youâre worth millions to whoever is able to find you and sell you to the best bidder. Despite the danger, your father canât abandon his mission as there were other lives on the line. Heâs too close to cracking the case, rescuing the victims. To protect you, he hired someone no one would see coming for them and that was going to be protecting you. He hired a Ghost.
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The moment you saw the brute, you couldnât believe it. This 6â3â, 220lb, constantly masked man was supposed to be by your side for who knows how long. The sheer size of him was intimidating enough, but the mask? It kept you wondering what kind of man was beneath it.
You couldnât argue with your father, though. He wanted you safe, and you werenât about to be taken and sold off to some creep. So, you dealt with it. But now itâs been two months too long. Two damn months of constant monitoring, endless rules, and the same warnings: 'You need to listen to me Y/n,' 'Stay by my side,' or âItâs not safe.' It was honestly getting sickening at the fact he had complete control over your day to day life now.
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âI was thinking of going shopping today, get some fresh air,â you say, taking a bite of your breakfast. He stands near the window, eyes scanning the street outside like he always does. âMaybe,â he says, his voice low, almost disinterested. You roll your eyes. âJesus Christ, why not? Itâs just us walking down the street, Simon.â
You started using his real name after weeks of pestering him to tell you. It felt weird calling him âGhostâ all the timeâlike something out of a video game. What good was being around someone this long if you didnât even know their name?
He glances back at you, his expression unreadable behind the maskâif thereâs an expression at all. Then, just as silently, he turns back to the window. âYou never know.â You put your fork down and stop eating, âSimon, I canât keep going days without stepping foot outside, iâm literally going insaneâ, he steps away from the window and pulls a chair out to sit beside you. âEverything I do and everything I say is to protect you, that is the whole reason I am hereâ. you looked into his hauntingly dead eyes. âPlease you canât keep me trapped in these wallsâ. You say with hesitation in your voice wondering if this will be another useless plea to let him agree for you to get out the house. He paused for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. You smile, âoh my gosh really? we can go?!â you say quickly standing from your chair in excitement. âyes. but the moment I feel something is off we leave, immediatelyâ he says sternly. You were already putting your plate away and running to your room to get ready.
You visited a few of your favorite stores near your house, picking up small items here and there. Simon stayed close, as usual, walking silently beside you. As you stepped out of another shop, he leaned in slightly, his voice low. âWeâre going to one more store, then weâre heading home. Do you understand?â You shot him a side-eye but nodded, not in the mood for another argument.
The last stop was the lingerie shopâyou had been eyeing their new fall line for weeks. You grabbed a few panties and bras before something else caught your eye: the most stunning, sexy set youâd ever seen. You had to try it on. Walking into the dressing room, you slipped out of your clothes and into the delicate lace set. The fabric felt luxurious against your skin. You peeked your head out, only seeing Simon waiting, his posture as stoic as ever. You stepped out to check yourself in the mirror, admiring the way the set hugged your curves. From the corner of his eye, Simon caught sight of you. His jaw clenched almost immediately as he tried to keep his focus elsewhere, but it was impossible. Heâd been around you every day for two months, and he had seen plentyâyour tight shirts with no bra, shorts that barely covered anything. Heâd always kept his cool, reminding himself that you were off-limits, and he took care of himself whenever you were asleep or when he took a shower. But seeing you now, in something so revealing, stirred something deeper in him that made his jeans tighten. He forced himself to remain still, but the tension in his body betrayed his thoughts. Respect for your father, the jobâthose were the only things keeping him from acting on what he felt. And he had to keep it that way, or at least he was trying to.
You caught Simonâs gaze in the mirror, and for a moment, the air between you seemed to shift. His eyes were unreadable behind the mask, but you could feel something he wasnât saying. You quickly looked away, clearing your throat. âWhat do you think?â you asked casually, but your pulse quickened. You didnât know why you even askedâit wasnât like you cared what he thought about lingerie. Or did you?
He blinked, caught off guard. âAbout what?â
âThe lingerie,â you teased, crossing your arms. âI thought Iâd get a professional opinion.â His jaw tightened more, but you caught the flicker of something in his eyes. âYou donât need my opinion.â You stepped a little closer, testing his boundaries. âMaybe I do.â He stayed still, but you could see the tension in his stance. His voice, when he spoke, was low. âYouâre making this harder than it needs to be.â You laughed lightly. âWhat? Shopping?â His eyes met yours, and for a second, there was nothing but silence between you. âNo,â he said softly, almost reluctantly. âThis.â The weight of his words hung in the air. For a moment, neither of you moved. His response was a beat too slow. âYou should hurry up,â he muttered, his voice deeper than usual. You rolled your eyes, but his tone made your skin tingle. There was something about the way he held himself that made you wonderâdid he see you the way you were starting to see him? You slipped back into the dressing room to change, but the tension lingered, thick in the air. When you came out, dressed again, Simon stood up immediately, his shoulders tense. âLetâs go.â The rest of the walk home was quiet, but you couldnât shake the feeling that something between you had shifted.
You walked into the house, setting your bags down and slipping off your shoes. Simon followed closely behind, immediately locking the door and heading to the windows like he always did, scanning the outside for any sign of danger. But your mind was elsewhere, replaying that one wordâthisâover and over again.
What did âitâ mean? You had to know.
âSimon,â you called out softly, still unable to meet his eyes. âWhat did you mean earlier?â He stiffened immediately, turning to face you. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but heâd been hoping you would let it go. He didnât mean to let that word slip out, and now he was trying to think of a way around it. âWhat do you mean?â His tone was even, but there was a slight edge to it, a hint of tension. You swallowed, gathering your courage. âYou said I was making this hard. Iâm not sure what that means⌠I want you to tell me.â Finally, you looked up at him, meeting his gaze. For a moment, Simon just stared at you, his jaw clenching and unclenching like he was fighting with himself. His silence hung in the air, thick and heavy, as though he was weighing whether or not to tell you the truth. He turned back to the window, staring outside as if it would give him the answer he needed. âYouâre making my job harder,â he said after a long pause, but there was something in his voiceâa hesitation. But you had a smirk on your face knowing exactly what it was, âit was the set wasnât it?â there was a pause, âyou thought I looked good, too good right?â you stepped closer to him testing his limits wanting more reaction out of him. âI think you should keep this fantasy shit to yourselfâ he said quickly snapping back at you, but you kept pushing, âI donât blame you Simon, I bet itâs been months since you got laid and I wonât lie itâs been a hot minute for me too with you being around me all the time, having me cooped in this houseâ you can see his brows furrowing. âyouâre crossing the god damn lineâ thatâs what he was saying but the raging boner in his pants said completely different about your attitude.
Before you knew it, he was stepping toward you, his hand gripping your arm firmly. âYouâre pushing me too far,â he said, his voice low and rough. You met his gaze, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. âMaybe I need you to push back,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. The moment was charged, and without warning, one of his hands let go from your arm to lift up his mask above his nose exposing his lips. your eyes widen never seeing anything but his eyes for the last few months. Before you knew it his lips were on yours, It was intense and consuming, leaving both of you breathless and more entangled than before.
He picked you up and put you on the dining table. the kiss became more passionate with his hands tangled in your hair, you could feel your core throb waiting to be touched. Simon pulled away from you and looked into your eyes, âyou donât understand how long iâve wanted to touch youâ he says breathing heavily. âall those times you walked around with no bra and I could see your fucking nipples through your shirt and the times you walked around with your ass out, god I wanted to bend you over, iâd fuck you right there and donât even forget about the times I could here you moaning in the shower doing god knows what to that pussy, ya fuckin minxâ your cunt was practically dripping at his words, your breathing became more heavier, âThen do it Simon, bend me over and fuck meâ before you could say anymore he already was turning you over on the counter and pulling your pants down. âalready planning on it loveâ. Simon pulled your pants down then slowly pulled your panties down revealing your wet pussy. he bent down to get eye level with it bring his fingers up to your folds and playing with your clit. You moaned at his touched, âfuh-fuckâ. Simon pulled his fingers away and replaced it with his tongue, licking your throbbing clit and making you squirm.
He ate you out till you came on his mouth, âSi pleaseâ. Simon got up and looked at your bent over form while he started unbuckling his pants, âplease what love?â he already knew what you wanted and he wanted it just as bad. âfuck me hardâ he smiled at your words taking his hard cock in his hand rubbing his pre cum all over the top of his head giving it extra lubricant. He aligned his cocked to your hole and slammed into you making you jump, âShhhhhhhitâ you hiss out the word from the painful pleasure. He started to thrust in and out of you hearing your moans made him want to cum already but he couldnât, it felt too damn good to stop now. Simon bent down to your ear, âAll those fuckin times you were playing with this tight cunt in the shower, who were you thinkin about huh?â. You didnât want to answer out of embarrassment but you did it anyways, ây-you si, I thought about sucking your cock and you cumming all over my titsâ that snapped something in him when you said that, his pace picked up he started fucking you harder, his balls slapping against your clit. âwhat would ya daddy think of the man he hired to protect you fucking your pussy raw?â. You could feel your self about to cum, âSi Iâm gonna cum on your cockâ his thrust became sloppier feeling himself about to finish too, âcum baby, cumâ. Simon thrusted harder into your cunt making your back arch more and your ass jiggle against his hips the sight was pushing him over the edge, âgod damn baby iâm gonna to cumâ his hands gripped into your hips harder. âSimon cum inside me god pleaseâ. He busted a load in you, pushing his cock feel in you making sure nothing came out, âfuckin hellâ.
After the intensity of the moment subsided, Simon and you lay there in the aftermath, the room now quiet except for your shared breathing. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender. âI didnât plan for this,â Simon said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and affection. âI never wanted to cross that line.â You turned to face him, your own emotions swirling. âNeither did I, but⌠it felt right in the moment. I just want to know what this means for us.â Simon looked at you with a conflicted expression. âI donât have all the answers. This situation is complicated, and Iâm still trying to figure out how to balance my feelings with my responsibilities.â he says lowly âI understand,â you replied, taking his hand in yours. âI just need to know where we stand. Do you want to try and make this work, or is this something we need to move past?â There was a pause as Simon considered his words. âI care about you more than I should,â he admitted. âBut I also need to focus on keeping you safe. Weâll have to navigate this carefully.â You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. âWeâll figure it out together,â you said, squeezing his hand.
âAs long as weâre honest with each other.â
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bottom! sub! virgin! Toji x clan leader! top! sadistic! male reader
Turning your hired gun into your partner <3
warning: cussing, dirty talk, degradation, mild manipulation, loss of virginity, sex
The Zenin elders are stupid. You think idly as you look down.Â
Dumb fucks that obviously didnât notice a gem. You think as you thrust into Tojiâs tight hole roughly. The man under you gasped, gritting his teeth, his face scrunched into a twisted expression of pain and pleasure.Â
He squirmed away from you, unconsciously. You grabbed his bruised ankle and pulled him closer, a strangled moan left his throat, when your cock fully entered him.Â
He clenched the sheets under him, with a white knuckle grip. The corner of his eyes reddened and shiny with tears. His eyes refused to meet your gaze as you leaned down, smirking.Â
âToo much? Should I stop?â As expected he shook his head, too stubborn to quit halfway. His body trembled under you.
You leaned back grinning. Your hips rocking into his ass, as you took in every soft whimper and moan that left Tojiâs mouth.Â
It took all your effort not to hold him down and fuck into his tight virgin hole roughly, leaving your claim on him. To watch him fall apart under you, the big man, so small under you.Â
Instead you steeled your will. You wouldnât let this be a one time thing. From the minute you saw Toji. You need him. Under you, sobbing as you fucked him senseless.Â
You knew about Toji. Of course you did. Everyone did, even your clan did. The black sheep of the Zenin family, Toji, was a taboo.Â
Fucking stupid idiots.Â
When you saw him first, he was trying to steal from you. The darkness had barely let you see the man. But when he stepped into the moonlight you could immediately tell. So you did nothing and watched as he snuck out without a single person noticing.Â
After he left you pulled up your phone and placed a hit on a man.Â
The next day he walked in through the front door instead of the window. More accurately he burst into your room, and tossed a head at your foot.Â
Unseeing eyes met your own. It was the man you placed the hit on. A small-time sorcerer that was looking to go big in the wrong places. You looked up at him amused, crushing the head under your foot. Toji glared at you.Â
âPay up.â He said curtly, tossing the scrolls he stole back to you. You caught them and smiled at him.Â
âI have a job for you. Sit down.â You said smirking. He gave you a suspicious glare, but you could see his weary shoulders, the grease in his hair, and the desperation in his eyes. Young and desperate. A perfect combination. âIt pays a lot.âÂ
He sat down.Â
It was absurdly easy to keep him close to you. A bodyguard post you said to him. He didnât question it. No one in your clan questioned it. No one would. Other than your brother, you were the strongest. Being a clan leader had its benefits.
It was even easier to seduce him. A few gentle touches, soft glances and forgotten towels, and he was wrapped around your finger. All but crawling into your lap when you called pretty and selling his body to you with false reluctance.Â
You hadnât had the heart to tell him how his eyes betrayed his words. When he looked at you with such trust craving validation, all you wanted to do was to fuck him until you were all he could think about.Â
So here you were, pinning the poor man to the bed, taking his virginity. You pulled your cock halfway out and thrust it into his hole. Toji bit his lip and whimpered, muscular thigh flexing like he wanted to break free. But he wouldnât, they stayed in place, calves hooked on your shoulder exposing his pretty pink hole.
You leaned down, hovering over him. Kissing his tits, you licked his nipple. He arched into your mouth, moaning. His useless cock twitched against his stomach.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you now.â You muttered against his chest, pulling out your cock and slamming it into his hole before he could respond.Â
He let out a strangled moan, pretty face scrunched up as he let out muffled sobs. You could take it slower, let him adjust before you fucked him, but you wouldnât.
It wouldnât change the way his cock hardened, leaking pre-cum against his stomach. You rolled your hips, watching him twitch and clutch down on your cock with a moan. Large hands gripping your sheets tightly as he whined, so sweetly.
Face flushed, with moans slipping from swollen pink lips, he was a sight. Your sight. Yours to toy with, yours to protect, and yours to fuck.Â
His body was so perfectly slutty despite being a virgin. his greedy hole sucking you in, begging for you. He was meant for you, to be yours. And now he is all yours now. All for a measly 50,000 yen. What a steal.
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Life, it turned out, was hard without skills other than fighting. Heâd gotten kicked out of 4 jobs within a week of leaving the clan. Living on the streets left him feeling more exhausted and dirty.Â
If he couldnât find a job outside jujustu, heâd find one within it. Heâd be a killer, a hired gun.Â
The offer came from a man who claimed to be a handler with promises of money if he joined. He accepted.
Money, was the fucking leading cause of all things shitty. He decided he needed a fuck ton of it.Â
His first job was supposed to be simple: sneak into the Gojo clan and steal a scroll.Â
But as it was, nothing would ever work out for him. A man was in the room. A strong sorcerer too. Tojiâs body was tense, expecting an attack at any minute as he took the scroll.Â
None came. Instead, the man watched him leave. Curious. He didnât care.Â
His phone rang a few minutes from the meeting spot, in the morning. It was the handler, there was a hit placed on the man who asked him to steal the scrolls. 100,000 yen to kill him and return the scrolls.Â
Heâd known exactly whoâd placed that hit. In the cold morning light, he strolled towards the man and cut off his head and delivered it to you.Â
You were crazy or bored. He decided when you offered him a job. The rumors about him werenât pleasant. He knew that. But here you were, smiling at him with that cunning light in your eyes. You, a sorcerer, that was strong enough to probably kill him.Â
He hesitated for a second and thought about his life if he left. Heâd probably go to the handler and take more jobs. Lose all the money with his shitty luck and end up living in shitty apartments eating cheap noodles.Â
âIt pays a lot.â You continued.
He sat down.Â
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He didnât even realize when he got so invested in you.Â
You were beautiful. It wasnât just your face, your body was slender compared to him. Soft hands, and lean fingers that seemed to have never touched a weapon. Even the way you dressed was elegant, traditional kimonos and long sleeved shirts.Â
He had fallen for you. You, the Gojo heir, a man he should hate. And yet when you brushed your long hair out the way looking frustrated he could do nothing but pull out a clip he brought with his own money and clip it back.Â
The smile you gave him, washed away all the coldness heâd felt since his birth. Like all the cold words, sneers and abuse heâd received was gone, healed by a single glance from you. You were a spring waterfall, cold and bottomless, ethereal in the light, beckoning him to you. Â
You, and your stupid mind games were all he wanted. So when you gave him a slutry smile and called him pretty, he immediately gave in, offering his body to you for 50,000 yen. He was worth less than that. He thought, distantly, as your hands settled in his hips. But he could never afford you.Â
You were priceless and he needed you. So he played along. You were stupid to think he was the prize when he clearly won you.
#sub toji#dom male reader#sub male character#sub male yandere#toji smut#toji x reader#top male reader#male reader#mean reader#sadistic reader
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