#idk about this one

[matcha-mix]

The princesses in the tower

[writingbynova]

Hiromi Higuruma

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I have to apologize for the delay, I'm only now adapting to my new schedule and finding time to write

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⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ⊹ : pwp (porn with plot) - mdni - Higuruma x fem!reader - rough sex- overstimulation - cowgirl - doggy style - squirting - fingering - oral(fem receiving) - slight edging - degrading - mind breaking - dirty talk - hate sex (kinda)

Word count: 2.2k

Hiromi Higurama, 36 years old, of average height, dark hair, a nonchalant look always displayed, nice lips but oh whenever they curved into a mischievous smirk, you knew.

Marrying a lawyer was never in your plans, but being met with such a handsome man how could your even think to resist ?

You'd think being a lawyer he'd be a fair and just man? Wrong. Quite the opposite actually, he was an unfair manipulative man and he took full pride in it. Behind his nice, saving appearance the real him was hiding, acting all kind and pampering, saying he'd be nice and soft, luring you into his arms feigning sweet cuddle time, only to to tie your arms behind your back, put you in a full Nelson facing the bedroom mirror and have you beg him for the sole purpose of showing you just how weak and vulnerable you are next to him. Just your average lawyer.

You never ever saw it coming. He walked in the kitchen, slid behind you where you were, leaning on the counter, sipping on some red wine. A recipe for disaster. His white dress shirt emitting a nice musky scent. He wasn't particularly tall or big but oh how small you felt whenever he was around you, he just naturally knew how to keep you in check. Wrapping his arms around your waist his large hand cupping your hips, his bulge pressing into the back of your skirt "how was your day ?" He whispered, retiring to gnawing your neck, his cologne now intoxicating your senses. "Eh, It was okay, how was yours?" You asked, though focusing on what you were saying was difficult. You could feel his piercing gaze at the back of your head. Like he was analyzing your words. Good thing you were being truthful

Lying in his presence was equivalent to a death sentence. Or maybe you were being dramatic. Nu anyway he'd smell your lies from miles away and always made sure your mouth was too full and busy to solely think about trying again...

"...Oh yeah ? Mine wasn't so great I have to admit...How about you help me make it better ? This dress is so pretty, your thighs look so good..." You were fucked. Literally

Once he was away from his work place his favourite activity was rushing back home and spending time with you. Fucking you was not his intent. At least not always, it was just too hard to resist. Body con dress? Dinner's gonna have to wait. A new perfume ? How it called? Sweet innocence? Well he's gonna have to take that away with a heated session against whatever the closest surface he found is. Your waxer cancelled last minute on you ? No problem he'll cheer you up by eating that pussy like it's his last meal. Right, Just your average lawyer.

With good intentions though, the goal was to cuddle, smell you, feel you. Wholesomely, but once he did? Well those carnal desire always came running back.

The view was filthy, the feeling was another subject. Husband on his knees, face buried between your thighs, dress shirt ever-so-slightly opened so a few dark chest hair peaked from his collar. His entire mouth licking, sucking and lapping at your pussy. Palms resting on your hip bones and his thumbs spreading your lips open. "Fuckkkk"

He's shoving his entire face into it, his nose lightly nudging your hardened clit. He's like cemented onto you, aside from your delirious moans, you do try to pry his face away from your cunt but to no avail, actually he only buried himself deeper having you grip the counter. "Hiromi!Hiromi!Hiromi!" He's like deaf to your barely coherent calls, could he even hear you over the slurping noise ? Didn't matter. " 'm close, cumming f-fuck" your knees and elbows start to buckle, slowly pressing your cunt harder onto his tongue. You could swear you heard a faint chuckle at that, but you're too out of it to even think it through, he's lapping at your cum, groaning and huffing like a starved dog. While your chest rises up and down frantically, and you haven't yet regained your breathing pace when his eyes peak out for below your skirt..

His figure tall figure came up, quite literally creeping up you. His eyes never leaving yours, The look of sex. Desire colored his face, slightly blushing, his hand quickly came around roaming on your body before he settled for the nape of your neck and your waist. His mouth crashed over yours, his tongue sliding in and overpowering yours, light groans escaping the midst. It's almost shocking how skilled he his. "How about we go somewhere more comfortable?"

Who would have thought a lawyer, a perfect, professional, extremely skilled lawyer at that  could finger you like as good as he could plead a case. You didn't, but now you knew though. Because he was playing with your entrance like it was just another work case, however this was different there was a passion in it, like he'd been waiting. Waiting to hear you whine his name, waiting to have you beg him to fuck you stupid. Just your... What is it again ? Lawyer ?

You could feel the minty taste on his lips. His hand cupping your cheek, keeping your lips against his and by the time you're able to pull away you're gasping for air. Still he's holding your wobbly thighs apart, letting his digits rub and abuse your clit. "You're driving me crazy love" he breathes. You're kneeling over him and leaning on his shoulder, barely supporting yourself, even less with his finger working magic of your soaked pussy...

"You're- ah shit— you're the one making me c-crazy...wanna cum" you whisper in his ear, resting your arms on his shoulders. His fingers keep teasing you, sometimes toying harder with your sensitive bud. Lawyer? Sadist? At this point you don't know.

"My love is making requests ? Mhm, I can't make you cum so soon though. Wouldn't it be too easy ? A good lawyer takes his time working on a case, especially one as passioning as this ..." Yeah sadist. Definitely. His words only make you crave him harder. You just want to grind everywhere. His fingers, his face, his thigh, his cock. All of it. But still you're reduced to being teased dripping wet over him. "Hiromi— you're n-not fair with me" you squeel. But weirdly enough he stays silent. Almost as if you just said it. It, the thing to not say, it's not like you called a lawyer unfair ? Right ? Yeah you're fucked.

"Oh am I now ?"

His fingers slowed down. The time probably did too because it felt as if you looked at him for an eternity and as if he did just the same. His eyes dug into yours, and his expression changed. He looked like he had just been, challenged ? You couldn't think about it further because in a split second his fingers filled you up. Rubbing and curving around your sensitive walls. His movements ripped long awaited moans from you "ah! Fuckkkk it's good, so— fucking good !" You cried,

A soft smile adorned his face, nodding and whispering "I know, I know, I'm only trying to be fair to you my love" Your moans muffled by his mouth, hungrily capturing your lips, before rutting his fingers along your spongey walls. His fingers replayed the same actions. Again and again. Playing with your soft spot, like a routine. You felt high tension build in your stomach, using with each thrust he made. "Hiromi ! I'm cumming! F-fuck" you cried your hand gripping his hair. Your thighs slowly gave  up, having you resting on his thighs.

"Come lie down. Face down, ass up." 7 words and you still blinked like an idiot, it's not like you juste cummed like a whore. Though you obviously got up as best and you could and executed his orders. It's not like you'd say no to dick, and seeing how hard he was you wanted it just as bad as he wanted to dick you down.

He stood behind you, hand groping and massaging your ass. He brought his cock up against you hole pressed up against it, his precum leaking over you already sensitive pussy. Your second name must be oblivious.

His cock slowly sinks into you. You immediately start throbbing at small amount of his length you've been able to feel. He pushes in deeper until the base of his cock is against your ass. The heat in accumulating on your face, it's hard to think straight, or even just to breathe clearly. His hands grab you hips. Hard. His thumbs dig into your lower back and before you're able to even think about speaking up, his thrust start. Start shaking you, knocking the oxygen out of your lungs. "Ah ! Hiromi! Ah-" you yelp. Eyes wide open, tears slightly pricking your eyes, your walls are clutching around his thrusts. "I was being unfair no? Now it's Ah, it's my duty to break you" he grunts, his speed picking up. Oblivious

"Ah! S-shit, I didn't...mean it like that" you cried, tugging on the sheets. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was definitely being called unfair. And by that he meant when you called him unfair, I mean he never denied it though but it didn't mean you had the right to say it. "Ah, I'm unfair ? Fuck, I'll show you unfair" he said, watching you crumble below him.

His hips rutted into you, again and again, with so much strength you could feel it in every angle of your body, occasionally using spikes of energy to lift your head up and breath before he shoved your face back into the mattress, muffling your screams. Your shaky fingers pathetically gripping and pulling on the sheets. Still he slammed himself deep and what seemed like even deeper into you, your high pitched moans still resonating through the foam. "No... Ah, this isn't unfair enough, tell me, ah, am I being fair enough?" He purred, right next to your ear, slowing in his tracks. Waiting for you to answer him. But you were too busy relishing in finally being able to breath and think. Well not clearly enough obviously. Too busy until his veiny hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you up close to him. Not tightening around your neck, not yet. Just lifting you upwards so your back was against his chest. His spare hand held both your wrists being your back. Giving you no control. Entirely at his mercy.

His cock only seemed to dig deeper and further into you, while his hand tightened around you throat. "I said, am, I, being, fair, enough?" He grunted, each word spaced by a breath snatching thrust. His hands finally let go of you and your upper body instantly fell forward, you barely attempted to save yourself. You inhaled short sharp breathes against the mattress. Your lower half completely dismissing your distress. Your legs going numb. F- ah! Fuck, m-mean, being mean" you cried, fat tears blurring your eyelashes as your felt your orgasm hitting you.

"Oh so now you're calling me mean ?" He asked, his thrust only doubling in intensity, dolling you around. You could feel each and every inch of his cock, stretching, filling you. His grunts deepened, potentially signaling he was close. Truthfully you couldn't tell. The dick was too good. You voice overpowered his, your pathetic "ah!ah!ah!" Ringing through the slapping noise of his hips on your ass.

"Oh fuckkkk, there we go" he slowly pulled out, letting his ropes of cum seep from your hole as you laid there, fucked out.

His arms came lifting you up, making you straddle his lap. "No honey we don't waste around here." Three thick fingers easily slid up your pussy. "truthfully my love, you're right. I am an unfair man, so now you're gonna ride it" Through your state of euphoria his voice seemed so far away and so close and loud at the same time. Regardless, you grabbed his cock and pressed the tip to your entrance. Your weak moans only amused him to lengths as he guided you down. "there you go, just slide all— the way down, just like that." You could barely speak, moans rolling out of your mouth non-stop. "P-please ? S' too f-fucking- ah! D-deep—" you whimpered shuddering up and down his shaft. "You're doing great darling, fuckk- don't you mind me... I'm just a very mean and unfair man after all" one of his hand rested on your hip directing you down his length over and over.

A mischievous smile of please sprawled on his face his thumb pressed downing your clit. Hard, pressing down circles on the hardened bud. A horde of butterflies flew straight to your lower stomach and you feel your climax hit you. Fast. His eyes stared you down, relishing in watching you convulse over him. Okay. Definitely not your average lawyer. "I'm about to cum- ah f-fuck, Hiromi!" You cried throwing you head back. Your nails scratching his back, as you feel yourself spiking and squirting down on him. Your eyes fly shut the intensity knocking the wind out of you. You were quite literally speechless. His hands come around to grab and support you. Rubbing you lower back 

"Hope I wasn't too unfair my love"

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[mouse-drawings]

My favorite joke about Kabbu's ability to run through solid rock.

That and Maki being a mantis. He has had years to master looking calm and collected whilst absolutely losing his mind.

The M in B-D-S-M stands for mantis and the B stands for beetle. Or bees.

[dantes-number-1-fanboy]

Lady Aphmau, Lord of Phoenix Drop

I wanted to draw her being dramatic w/ her dogs, but the problem is that i dont actually have designs for her dogs so i just half assed some wolf-ish puppers-

Also pictured here is my hc that aph is pretty religious, idk how to put my justification into words i just hc in :/

Heres some other bits :D (including the dress ref)

[lookforsomeoneelse]

Just wanted to say that I love your work and can't wait for more also if you ever run out of ideas then here I had these in my head it's the only things in there so take good care of them please (.1 what if after they failed to bring the reader to them they went to the reader to reverse isekai style. 2 {not sure of your boundaries when it comes to writing so please ignore this if you feel uncomfortable with it also sorry if it makes you uncomfortable} what if reader is hurt like self harm/ assault/ robbery or something like that how would the characters react would they be mad?. 3 what if you made a hand made gift for every character how will they react and for my last idea how would they react to the reader singing or cooking or even the characters reading a fanfic about the reader maybe even a book the reader made?) anyway that's all that's left in this head but remember to take breaks even if you don't feel like you need one trust me you do burn out isn't something that's fun also remember that even if your mind plays tricks on you and tries to put you down remember that you are loved and appreciated also take care of yourself to many people aren't doing that and I don't want to be anyone's mom yet

From 🐉

wow

cool first emoji anon

alright uh

i’m gonna split this into parts

writing the first and second suggestion first because i think they would work well together

Started creation on: 7/7/2024

cw for (implied?) death and the incredible tension and maybe some other things

Breathe in.

Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Somebody is in your house. Don’t panic. Whoever it is doesn’t know you’re here. It’s a small, cramped space that you’ve hidden in, but you don’t notice that fact when your life is on the line.

You’re not sure if the intruder is armed or not, but you aren’t giving up your disguise to find out.

A long creak of the door notifies you that they’re definitely approaching your safe haven- which is slowly becoming a danger zone.

You place both hands around your mouth to try and mask some of the sound your breathing produces.

You can hear footsteps.

The light is let in.

You let out a scream.

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They- more specifically the combined intellect of the geniuses of the realm that stood- were sure.

Blue moon the chances may be, the geniuses could hold and draw upon fortune and fate just for this very moment, as the imaginary concepts were drawn in by the thought of the madness they were going to commit once again-

They were trying to see their beloved Guide once again. Having learnt their lessons from the last attempt, the new collider was much more durable and steady; and more importantly, it was safer. Because now the devotees weren’t just attempting to bring the Guidance to them, no, they were trying to transfer theirselves to Their realm.

“Is everything in order? We don’t want to fail a second time, don’t we?” Walking down like a bride on the aisle, the (most definitely) unmarried Herta stared at her work partner, Screwllum.

“Affirmation: Absolutely. The Absolute Exclusion Harness is ready for use. All we need now is for someone to use it. Question: Who will take up the mantle?”

“Me, of course! I had the Harness tailored to my proportions, after all.”

Screwllum paused for a moment, his CPU processing the information given to him.

“…Question: You… brought your actual body here?”

The puppet that Herta was using shut down and fell limp, its eyes going dark as a sign of lost connection. Herta- The real, in the flesh, Herta- waltzed into the room. She looked more mature than most of her puppets, though still quite young for her certain age.

“Of course. What kind of acolyte would I be if I couldn’t even see my master in person?”

”Affirmation: You already know the answer.”

They both remained silent for that fleeting moment, before Herta decided to make her move.

“Start it up.”

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It’s a small, cramped space that she appears in, but she can manage. She knows already that it will lead to the greatest moment of her lowly life.

“Looks like the harness didn’t come with me,” She mused, “I’ll have to improve on the design…. that can wait, though.”

She opens the door to what she assumes is a closet, letting the light in. She ponders why The Almighty would live in such poor conditions compared to what They deserve.

A corpse falls out of the closet she was just in. It brings her disgust.

And then she sees who the corpse is- or rather was.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

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She hadn’t cried in a long time. Her eyes began to pour tears, and when no more were left, she cried blood. Like a child scared of the dark, with a closed door and no nightlight, she held her God ever closer, trying to find some sort of signal that They were still alive- breathing, pulse, brain activity, anything.

In place of her dreams, now there was an eternal nightmare.

Like a banshee, she- and the rest of the universe she called home- would weep.

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First Edition completed on 7/10/2024.

A/N: wow procrastination hit me hard. also i am very sorry for the low quality ending. maybe i might make edits to this? anyway i have more to work on so i’ll get back to the other suggestions later

[run-little-hero]

TW // Death

“Villain,” a voice hisses through their radio. “Villain!”

They grab the radio from their utility belt, hurdling over the roof of an abandoned car as they rush through the alley. “I’m here,” they respond. “I’m here. I’m en route to base. Over.”

Superhero’s voice sounds once again. “Good. I’ve checked in with Hero. They’ll be at the factory to finish the job in 10. Over.”

A chill runs through Villain as they conjure the image—Hero sounding the building’s emergency alarms, rushing civilians outside before detonating the explosives Villain planted earlier. A brutal operation in their opinion, even if it takes down Supervillain once and for all. But their cooperation in the mission is necessary for a legal pardon, and Villain needs that to fulfill their promise to Hero. To turn over a new leaf.

So far, everything is going to plan. “Got it. Over and out.”

Villain would have preferred to stay with Hero and help them with their half of the mission. Superhero’s insistence on keeping them separate weighs on Villain’s chest, a distracting anxiety. Lately, that anxiety is everywhere Hero isn’t. Villain relies on Hero to cope with their shifted allegiance, and navigate the distrust between them and their new agency.

There’s another feeling alight in Villain’s heart when they think of their new companion. It’s what caused them to change sides in the first place, and threatens to expose itself every time Villain and Hero interact. It’s an inconvenient affection; an intimidating affliction that is suffocating Villain’s judgement at the present moment. They halt in their path.

They turn back, running towards the factory.

It crosses their mind to feel guilty. Superhero isn’t the most amicable boss, but Villain has no true reason to distrust them. Certainly, Villain’s blatant abandonment of mission protocol will earn them reprimand later. But they can’t control their actions anymore than their feelings. They bound down alleyways, veer around corners, and run towards the thing that frightens them most. It is frighteningly easy for Villain to love Hero.

They come upon the factory’s back entrance. Hero must’ve evacuated all the civilians, because the expansive facility is devoid of people when Villain rushes inside. They pray they’ve made it in time to find Hero.

Villain descends to the lowest level where their weapons have been planted. Tears well up in their eyes when they spot Hero, diligently carrying out their mission. Hero jolts up, confused.

“What are you doing here?” They move towards Villain.

Villain laughs, startled at their own relief. “I’m sorry.” They cup Hero’s face with a shaking hand. “I was worried. I didn’t want to leave you. I had to come back—I had to.”

Hero exhales, the smile on their lips offering Villain worlds of comfort. “It’s okay. I’m here, I’m fine.” They bring their foreheads together and bask in the closeness.

A beeping resonates from one of the explosives. Hero startles, gripping Villain’s arm. “We have to get out of here, and get back to base.”

Villain nods. They begin towards the door, hand in hand. They’ll get back up to the surface and Villain will be able to breathe once again, knowing they’ve gotten Hero out safely. They can go home together and retreat from missions and expectations, if only for a moment. They can afford to be themselves when they’re alone. It’s what Villain yearns for as they reach for the exit.

The door doesn’t open.

Villain shakes the handle, slams into the door’s surface with their whole body. It doesn’t budge. Hero steps back, expression blank.

“No. No, no, no, no!” Villain shouts. Their blood runs cold.

“Oh,” Hero utters. Villain turns towards them, countenance demanding an explanation. “I think…” Hero musters, voice wavering. “I think this is Superhero’s design.”

It can’t be. How could they do this to them? To Hero? “W-what?”

“They told me…” Hero trails. “They told me I’d be lucky if we were put on another mission after this. It’s not the first time Superhero’s said something backhanded like that. I assumed it was just another insult because you used to be against us. I thought—“ A sob catches in their throat. “I’m sorry.”

Villain is drowning. This must be what it feels like. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Hero’s own hands wipe their tears. They peer at Villain between their fingers and everything feels so childish. “You were already struggling so much. I didn’t want to add to it.” Villain steps towards Hero. “I had no idea this is what they meant.”

Villain embraces Hero. They can’t say they’ve ever shared a more vulnerable moment. They both know Superhero has made no mistakes—left no room for them to crawl away from their fate. Hero tilts Villain’s chin so they’re face to face.

“You’re beautiful,” Hero whispers.

“I’ve doomed us. They knew I’d come back for you.”

Hero hugs Villain tighter. “We doomed each other.” They smile.

In resignation, Villain sighs against their lips. “I’m sorry. Please, just know that I love you.”

Hero brings their mouths together, a farewell. “I know, my love. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m grateful you’re here.”

Villain isn’t sure if they’re dying as heroes or traitors. Either way, they hold Hero close and sing them sweet comforts. Hero reminds them of their love until they’re consumed by it.

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snippet #10

[green199213]

researching. in the winter

[mikavlcs]

Heaven in Hiding

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!werewolf!reader

Summary: There’s a savage, uncontrollable beast inside of you. Just when you lose hope of ever taming it, someone unexpectedly offers to help you.

Warnings: violence, referenced suicidal thoughts/ideation, suicide attempt, this is just kinda heavy in general

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: this was a long, rather detailed request from an anon. i debated whether or not to write this but i decided i wanted to take a stab at something darker than usual. i hope i was able to do it at least some justice...

Masterlist

You were not normal.

And no, not just because you were a werewolf. Even by outcast standards, you weren’t normal.

No one knew it at first, not even you. The first fourteen years of your life were bliss. You lived with your pack, in a small rural town. Those days were idyllic—when you could only daydream about shifting.

You had first heard how it was supposed to be from your parents. Then, you heard countless other werewolves tell you how freeing it was to finally transform, how their wolf was an extension of themselves, how incredible it was for you to just be at one with yourself in that state.

It made you so excited to transform and experience the tales firsthand. You wanted nothing more than for your wolf to awaken and take control.

And eventually, it did. Your first shift happened during the first snowfall of the year.

But it was nothing like the stories.

Instead of being free, you were shoved into a cage in the far recesses of your mind and when you finally escaped, you were surrounded by the ravaged remains of your pack. It took a few minutes of staring at the crimson-stained snow for the horrifying realization to dawn on you.

Everyone that you knew and loved was dead. Because of you.

That was when you found out about the darkness within you. That night you found out that your lycanthropy was not a gift, but a curse.

The blood that stained your hands that night never washed off.

Regardless, you moved forward and eventually found your way to Nevermore.

Nevermore was a godsend. A place where there were other outcasts, proudly displaying their differences. It was a paradise in your eyes. However, you knew you could never truly be one of them. You would never be proud of the animal inside of you.

You dreaded full moons.

Thankfully, Principal Weems took your condition seriously and was committed to keeping both you and the rest of Nevermore safe. She had a special silver cage made for you, kept beneath the school so you were nowhere near any other living things when you transformed.

But even during the day, you could feel it within you. You could feel it crawling just beneath the skin, lingering, festering. Awaiting the next time that it would be set free.

You hoped that you would be able to keep your secret hidden, that just maybe you’d be able to find a home here. But you’d never been particularly lucky.

Soon enough, everyone knew that there was something wrong with you. You weren’t sure how; you knew that Principal Weems would never divulge your private information. 

Maybe it was because you never shifted with the other werewolves during full moons or there were students with telepathic powers you weren’t privy to—you didn’t know, but the whole school knew something was off.

Whispers followed you wherever you went, people moved away from you in the halls, no one dared come near your table in class or at lunch.

You were a freak amongst freaks, an outcast among outcasts. It was almost funny.

That wasn’t to say that everyone was cruel. One of your fellow werewolves, Enid, was always kind to you. The two of you had something in common—being outliers among your own people. She couldn’t shift and you couldn’t control your shifts. It wasn’t the same, but you were both pariahs and you both simply took comfort in the fact that neither of you was alone.

But then Crackstone happened, and Enid transformed for the first time. You were absolutely ecstatic for her, but things definitely changed after that.

Enid never stopped being sweet to you, she never stopped being your best friend. But you saw the way the other werewolves now treated her as one of their own, caught the looks they gave her when they saw her hanging around you.

She never paid them any mind. In fact, there were times you heard her actively telling them off for the way they treated you, which warmed you but did little to ease the melancholy you felt most days. Because it didn’t really change anything.

Nothing would change the fact that she was now accepted by the pack, and you still weren’t.

You didn’t let Enid know about your feelings. You still frequently hung out with her, talked with her, assured her you were fine—but you weren’t. Because for the first time since your enrollment, you were alone in a place that was supposed to be a refuge for people like you.

It was isolating.

Even then, you kept moving forward, finding a modicum of solace in the most unlikely of places, or more accurately, people—Wednesday Addams.

Before you recognized her as a hero, you just vaguely knew her as Enid’s aloof roommate. Enid would tell you about all the weird things she did in their dorm between classes. Sometimes, you would even see her walking around campus from your dorm window late at night. And that was it.

You don’t exactly know what happened, it just seemed like she suddenly noticed your presence at the school. She began sitting next to you in class and joining your lunch table. She rarely ever spoke to you—most days all you’d get was a few glances and a nod—but you appreciated it immensely either way.

She was a great contrast to Enid’s louder, more hyper disposition and her cold presence became a crutch of sorts on bad days.

For a time, that was enough. But then the nightmares started.

Nightmares were nothing new to you. After your pack was massacred, you were plagued by them nearly every night. Never about the massacre itself since you could never remember it, but you’ve relived the moments when you woke up more than you ever wished to.

They slowly died down over the years. But now, they were back with a vengeance.

Except this time, it wasn’t just that night when you woke to the corpses of your loved ones, now you were seeing the bloodbath firsthand, through your own eyes as if it was your own clawed hands that tore through their flesh.

(Though, it was your hands, wasn’t it?)

Then, over time, your pack was replaced by Nevermore students. People you passed in the halls every day lay bloody and mutilated, their blood staining the snow every night in your dreams. Soon enough, Enid and Wednesday were there too, the anguish and betrayal on their faces leaving you shaken when you gasped awake every morning.

It had to be your wolf that was doing this. You weren’t sure how, but you knew the beast was responsible. It was showing you what would happen when you finally broke and your wolf took full control. Against your will, a permanent pit of dread formed in your stomach.

How could you fight back against a creature that was tormenting you from the dark recesses of your own mind?

You tried your best to continue weathering the storm, but your best was no longer enough.

The dreams got so bad that you could no longer sleep, afraid to see what your beast had in store for you if you took the risk of closing your eyes. Eating was also becoming more difficult. Every time you ate meat of any kind, images of your mangled classmates flashed, and suddenly all of the food you managed to eat was forcing itself back up.

Enid began to notice that something was going on. You just told her you were sick, that you would be better in a few days.

But you weren’t getting better. If anything, you were getting worse. Not being able to sleep or eat was beginning to take its toll on your physical and mental health. And it felt like the weaker you got, the stronger your wolf became. It was becoming apparent enough that Enid was constantly asking you if you were ok and trying to feed you her food at mealtimes.

Even Wednesday, in her own way, was checking in on you frequently. You noticed that she became the tiniest bit more talkative at lunch and felt the way her eyes would linger on you throughout the day.

You wanted nothing more than to ease their minds, but how could you when you were just as worried as they were? You had tried everything, exhausted every option available to you over the years and nothing helped. Now, it seemed as if your wolf was finally going to defeat you.

It had bided its time, gathered its strength and now it was trying to make its escape. You couldn’t let that happen. But really, how could you stop it?

Part of you wanted to go to Principal Weems to seek her guidance on the situation, but you didn’t. Because deep down you knew the true answer, the real solution to your problem. Admittedly, you had thought about it before, but now it was the only foreseeable option.

The only way to keep everyone at Nevermore safe was to remove yourself from the equation. Definitively.

And you knew exactly where you wanted it to be.

There was a clearing deep in the woods, the trees gave way to a steep cliff with a beautiful view of the rivers and mountains surrounding Jericho. You passed it when first making your way to Nevermore and you always returned when you needed to clear your mind. It became your escape.

And now it would be your grave.

-

The air surrounding you was peaceful.

The forest was quiet today, even the usual sounds of chirping birds and scampering squirrels were absent, leaving a serene, almost eerie silence to encompass the vast space. The sun shone down on you gently, combatting the light breeze that chilled your skin.

You made sure to pick a day with good weather. You wanted your last memory to be the beauty of your final resting place.

And beautiful, it certainly was. Lush green trees surrounding tall mountains that jutted out in the distance created a sight that never grew old to you. The thin layer of snow on the mountain tops you’d seen on your last visit had melted, you noted.

For a moment, you took it all in, committed it to memory. Then you closed your eyes. You thought of your family, your pack, Enid, Wednesday—everyone you cared about. You picked out the happiest memories with each of them and brought them to the surface, wanting one last moment with each of them before you went. Even if it was only in your head.

Carefully, you took one small step forward, letting your foot dangle over the edge. The weightlessness felt freeing. You were about to take another when a sound reached your ears. You froze, ears perking up to identify the noise. Recognition sparked.

Footsteps. So faint that they were nearly undetectable, even with your heightened senses. You brought your foot back to solid ground. You didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“Did you follow me here, Wednesday?”

The girl in question seemed unfazed by your straightforwardness. Responding instantly, apathetic as ever.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You come out here a lot. It seems you’ve been planning this for a while,” she said, ignoring your question completely. You cracked an eye open. The knowledge that she had been following you without you knowing was slightly concerning but you didn’t particularly care right now. Again, you cut straight to the point.

“Did you come out here to watch me die?”

Wednesday said nothing for a moment.

“As much as witnessing a gruesome death would brighten my day, I would prefer it not be yours.”

That caught you by surprise. The two of you certainly weren’t strangers at this point, but you weren’t exactly friends either. This was probably the longest conversation you’d ever had with her. You turned slightly, your gaze finally meeting hers.

“Why not?”

“Enid would be upset,” she deadpanned, expression blank but there was something foreign swimming in her eyes.

“Well, I would rather her be upset than dead by my hand,” you ground out, voice shaking near the end. Your wolf liked to taunt you with visions of Enid’s death specifically. It was always torturously brutal.

Wednesday’s face scrunched ever so slightly, confusion creeping into her voice. “Enid is your best friend. Why would you hurt her?”

You took a deep breath, not quite ready to divulge your worst secret. But this was most likely going to be your final conversation anyway, so why not just let it all out?

“There is a bloodthirsty monster inside of me that comes out and devours everything in its path every full moon.”

She responded immediately.

“I fail to see why that’s a bad thing.”

You chuckled, soft and mirthless. “Wednesday, when you found out that you may be responsible for the destruction of our school last semester, you did everything in your power to stop it from happening. Your act doesn’t fool me. As much as you like to pretend otherwise if you were in my position, you’d likely be doing the same thing.”

Wednesday stayed silent, jaw tensing ever so slightly as her eyes bored into you. Finally, she released a small sigh and briefly glanced away.

“I suppose you’re right. I would do whatever it took to prevent harm from coming to the few people I…care about, and I can respect you for trying to do the same,” her eyes darted back to yours, a little softer than before. “But I still think it’s a waste for you to simply end it here, especially since you haven’t even explored all of your options.”

Your brows furrowed. “And what options have I not considered?”

“Me.”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

“You?”

You really didn’t mean to sound as mean as you did, but you just couldn’t even picture it. Her going up against your wolf? And winning? You knew Wednesday was more than capable of handling herself—last semester being a perfect demonstration of that—but this was too much.

Wednesday, thankfully, took no outward offense to your incredulity. She remained impassive as she took a small step forward.

“Yes. Me.”

When you saw that she was being completely serious, you shook your head. “No.”

“No?” she repeated, brows lowering. You took a step away from her and you didn’t miss the way her eyes dropped to your feet.

“Wednesday, no offense, but this isn’t like Crackstone or even Tyler. When I transform, there is nothing left of me in there. My consciousness is trapped, I have absolutely no control. If it tries to hurt you, I cannot stop it.”

“I’m aware.”

Her emotionlessness was endearing most of the time, but it was grating on you now. You needed her to understand—to really get it.

“Wednesday, I’m being serious-“

“As am I,” she stepped forward, eyes ablaze with something you’d never seen before, “I fully grasp the gravity of the situation. I know what you’re saying is true, you wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t. And you are correct, this is different from Crackstone and Tyler—it will likely be more difficult than both of them. I’m aware of all of this.”

“Then why…?” You trailed off but you didn’t need to finish. You knew she understood the unspoken part of your question.

Then why are you here?

Wednesday shifted in her spot, swallowing softly as her eyes fluttered. The sight was an odd one. Especially to you, who only knew the competent and composed version of the smaller girl. You wanted to ask if she was all right, but she spoke up before you could.

“Because Enid would be upset, and so would…others if you were to die,” she stated, her cadence slower than usual. “I would rather not have to deal with the grief that would come from this decision of yours, so I’ve decided to assist you.”

She went quiet again, refusing to meet your eyes for a moment. Then, she straightened, her stoic demeanor returning just a bit.

“Now, I have some ideas I would like to discuss with you. Away from here,” her eyes briefly swept over the cliff face before returning to you. She outstretched a hand to you slowly, expectantly. “Are you coming?”

You said nothing. If you were being honest, you weren’t sure what to say. Instead, you observed her. You examined her behavior—the way her eyes flitted back and forth between yours, the way she subtly fidgeted as moments passed, the nearly imperceptible shaking of her hand.

Suddenly, you had a suspicion that those “others” she mentioned were really just one person.

You didn’t know if there was any way to truly fix you, but you couldn’t deny that the idea of more time with Enid and the chance to really get to know the girl in front of you was incredibly tempting.

A moment passed. Then another. Wednesday shifted again. You made your decision.

You took her hand.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly when your hand found hers and she wasted no time tugging you off into the forest.

You noted the way she didn’t drop your hand even after you were a long way away from the cliff. But you didn’t dare point it out. You were more than content to just let her lead you along. 

Her hand was warmer than you thought it would be.

Time blurred, and you weren’t sure how long you let her guide you. You couldn’t say that you cared very much either. You were focused mostly on the feeling of her hand in yours. But eventually, the trees began to thin, and you saw a familiar town across the way. She had led you into Jericho, you realized.

When the Weathervane came into view, she finally broke the previously undisturbed silence, voice firm and resolute.

“I will find a way to tame your beast, no matter what it takes.”

Her hand squeezed yours gently, and even if you weren’t sure it was possible, you couldn’t help but believe her.

[seldompathic]

Stepping Stones

[fish-shaped-mango]

I know it's a bit late, but they are so vary bolas

[moonybug444]

giving connie head

connie’s really pushy so tw dubcon

“connie, m’sleepy now.” you sniffle. “don’t wanna do it no more.”

he’s looking down at you on your knees, hands tucked politely in your lap, & smoothing out the hair on your head. your were so cute till just a second ago—drool pulling around your lips as you took his whole cock down your throat—you just had to open your mouth. you had been at this for forever though, and you were tired.

“baby cmon…” he’s dragging his words out, frowning down at you. “just a little longer, k? m’real close.”

when you go to use your hands he grabs them, lays a hand flat atop your head, and pushes you towards his cock.

he’s moaning when you take him whole. tightening both his hands around your hair before fucking up into your stretched mouth.

every time your nose touches his pelvic bone you feel yourself stuttering, pushing your hands against his hips to give him a sign to let up. but he just keeps going. the feeling of you gagging on his dick feels so good. he’s close.

his heads thrown back, adams apple bobbing every time he tries to swallow his moans.

“oh shit…” he feels your tongue swirl a particular way around his mushroom tip and his hidden toes are curling through his socks.

“do that again and m’fuckin…m��cummin baby..”

he lets out a loud groan and you whine, rubbing your thighs together when you feel wetness pooling in your panties.

he’s looking down at you now. hazel eyes half lidded, mouth agape with his neat eyebrows furrowed. his face is beat red, mocking the tip of his dick when, without warning, he’s cumming down your throat. thick spurts of it stream out and your worried it’s gonna run out your nose.

he pants when your lips leave him with a pop, immediately stroking his twitching cock afterward.

he lets out a little breath before smiling at you. your cheeks are puffed out—mouth full of cum. some of it even seeping down your chin, your eyes are all red and glassy, and he sees the wetness pooling at your thighs. he brings a hand to your face and pats your cheek twice.

“swallow it baby.” he hums when you do, rewarding you with a quick and cheery, good girl & you’re left with a weird thick sour milk like taste in your mouth. gross.

you feel yourself growing sluggish when stroking his dick, eyes hardly keeping themselves open when you look up to him, watching him nod to his spit and cum covered dick.

“clean me up and we can go take a nap.”

[rzmusings]

i want to be loved to the edges of sanity. paint me in your bittersweet, in your erosion— make sure i never doubt i'm wanted again.

show me how much craving lives in you when it comes to me. want me to the point of greed. want me to the point of selfishness. want me to the point of destruction.

want me. love me to the point of devastation.

— the line between want and love have blurred.

[jeonqham]

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[d-mond06]

I DREAMED WITH ME PLAYING A GAME IDK IF IT EXIST ALREADY

If I don't comment it I will forget it. But i think that jsab got too much in my head???

It was about a Cyan-Blue cube shooting other pinkish cubes and destroying them, all them go really fast.

About the player, you control it with your mouse and you shot with the click of the same mouse, the command is kinda sensible.

In the upper corner right there is a score number in white. The background/floor is black or any color in a very dark tone, it had patterns of shapes like circles and triangles shapes, I can't remember any more the color of it, probably some dark violet?

At the moment I'm writing this i no longer remember the music playing, but it was a simple, really simple, and it repeated on loop (or i couldn't listen to it fully before wake up), it was with chiptunes, but clearly not the classic chiptunes sound??? The rhythm was kinda funky and idk, really liked it-

Also the player has a white triangle pointing to the mouse around him, i didn't have the space to draw it, but it has it, and of course it goes in opposite position to the trail

Idk how rhythm fits in this game, i think it doesn't??? Like I remember to click at the rhythm of the music but probably that was just me messing around, i seemed to have fun playing it XD

Also, random knowledge about it that I remember, you can change the shape and color of the player, kinda like geometry dash, but the color, the white always reminds

I will update this if I see anything else

[lookforsomeoneelse]

SAHSRAU Worldbuilding- or what we do and who we are

Finally found the energy and a new idea to write about again. Anyway, this is just a short entry about us in the data bank- apparently Dan Heng writes the entries, so sorry if it’s OOC. (oh, who am i kidding, this au has every character OOC.)

“The man, curious about his purpose, asked his mentor for the meaning of existence. His mentor scoffed, and simply stated: ‘For whom has given you the right to serve THEM?’”

-Fables About the Stars by Adrian Spencer Smith

The oldest known Aeon, the basis of our existence. The Great One is holy in every act that they commit- they show THEIR kindness to all entities in the cosmos, and in exchange, every known being in the universe worships the Aeon, and it is often enforced as a rule in many galaxies to offer unto THEM nearly everything that they own- the reason is because of THEIR benevolence. Ah, how merciful they are!

[androgynousbitsandpieces]

Tried to sketch another hermit base, this one from season 9, specifically Bdubs’ Mud shop. I’m not quite as happy with this one, but I don’t think it will get any better. Image reference under the cut.

From his episode named Wet Dirt