#it can get very extreme. it usually doesnt but it can

[theweeviler]

[wackywatchdotcom]

woke up like 40 mins ago at like 4:30 unable to fall back alseep so im once again thinking about ragatha and pomni as The Ocd Havers. its everything to me. oh whoops i ran out of tags on this post

[arolesbianism]

Anyways incorporating new saint hcs into my semi au Sliver lore means that now saint gets to continuously experience ascending Sliver forever 👍

[sunuism]

everyone please pray or manifest for me that i get one of the easy texts for my exam pleaseeeee

[soupis4ever]

updated oc "family tree" because the last one sucked majorly and did not specify what the hell any of those creatures were. also now we have god lore. and a very long tag rant apparently

[whokilledsamara]

I saw you write for homicipher! Can I request some Mr Silvair Headcanons? I barely see content of him and I'm hungry 😭💕 I will give you my heart as a sacrifice 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

MR. SILVAIR HC {N/SFW}

a Mr. Silvair hc list. {an: hand over that heart!!! >:3}

warnings! : sadism, orgasm denial, smut, blood play, Mr. Silvair is an extreme dom, marking, hair pulling, semi cuckhold, experimenting, afab and amad genitalia described

{an : this isnt bad per se, BUT he is very sadistic and is in denial of his love for you}

SFW HC "relationship" hc

unfortunately, a relationship with Mr. Silvair will be difficult to maintain.

he is in HEAVY denial that he loves you, and claims it is just experimental for "science", though inside he cant deny that you make him feel a certain way.

in his eyes, if Mr. Chopped likes you, then he likes you. simple.

wont push your boundaries, so tell him if you dont want him to do something specific when experimenting.

he will rarely let you touch him, but at no times will he allow you to touch his "eye" bandages. those are off limits to anyone.

doesnt understand "love" or most human reactions, so dont expect him to be all lovey dovey with you.

very work influenced man. will be nose deep in books.

doesnt hold grudges at all. so if you upset him a simple apology will fix it. even if there is no apology, it wont affect him.

he is relatively friendly with the others, but mainly close to Mr. Chopped.

doesnt sleep, so sometimes will watch you sleep. for "experiments" of course

i swear this man doesnt know how to button his shirt.. so you will have to be used to that.

he really likes your eyes. he has a weird fascination with the colors.

surprisingly possessive. usually he wouldnt care, but he does tense up when someone else touches you.

he does make it known that he is attracted to you, but tries to exclude the word "love"

NSFW HC sexy time..

he knows every spot, being a doctor and all, therefore he doesnt need much teaching. does enjoy learning things he already knows though for some reason.

adores your body. he doesnt express much emotion in general, but if you are lucky he will show a little bit over your body during sex.

makes little to no noise during the act, likes watching your expressions.

will absolutely let Mr. Chopped watch. for some reason.. only as long as you are comfortable with it of course.

respects boundaries, so please respect his.

he makes sure to keep your hands tied or something at all times. will rarely let them be free.

he doesnt give head often, but will on certain occasions. usually doesnt let you give him a blowjob, so that is very rare from him.

will laugh as he edges you. you would have to beg for him to let you cum, and even then he might not. likes to see you cry over him.

if on the rare occasion that your hands arent tied, he will let you pull his hair. he quite enjoys it actually.

if, and only if you allow him, he will use his scalpel to make light cuts along your body so he can lick the blood.

definitely the kind of guy to fuck you during your period if you menstruate. he gets down like that

{an : i love him sm, im definitely going to make a fic for him. send in requests!}

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[caxasy]

things sylus notices about his boyfriend (you!!)

sylus x male reader [finally!!!!!! i got u sylus lovers i hope this doesnt disappoint]

cw: slightly suggestive - i think sylus is such a sensual and sensitive person so…inevitably some of my writing for him in this turns sensual and sensitive, possible typos…publishing this right before i knock out sorry guys, sylus is extremely soft and kind and like a teenager in love in this one. i’ll review and correct any typos or errors for this when i wake up later okkkk baiiiii

— how you take off your clothes. okay hold on guys, this is NOT something naughty. sylus just loves watching the way you unravel before him, seeing how you take off your clothes actually tells him a lot about how your day went, plus it’s just something so intimate that you don’t even second guess yourself in doing. which is a concept that leaves him weak in the knees. you trust him so much to show yourself bare. he loves you so dearly for trusting him that much.

he watches you quietly from the bathroom, brushing his teeth as his eyes trail over your figure. your posture isn’t as straight as it usually is, feet dragging slightly against his floors and that was enough for sylus to know you’ve had a long day. when he spits out his toothpaste and wipes his mouth, you’re taking off all of your outside clothes.

the movement is slow, almost as if you’re too tired to even do it. you unbutton the first couple buttons on your dress shirt before just raising your hands behind you and grabbing the frabic on the back, roughly tugging it over your head. your hair becomes messy after that. you throw the shirt to the laundry basket before you’re tugging your pants off.

“my poor, handsome baby,” sylus coos, walking over and putting his robe on its hanger. he’s left in his boxers, matching your attire now. he’s lifts the comforter on the bed and beckons you over with the wave of his hand. “c’mere,”

you nearly collapse into his hold, your limp body weight on him as he continues praising you, “would my prince like a massage?” he pushes his finger into your side, tickling you and chuckling when he feels you slap his hand away, “or are you just in the mood to sleep, darling?”

“just want you,”

“tell me how you want me and i’m all yours,” he whispers comfortingly, running his warm hand up and down your back.

“like this,” you answer back, kissing his collarbone and getting comfortable under his chin.

he pivots the two of you to lay down rather than sit up, easily moving your body around as if you weighed nothing. you curl into his side and he doesn’t bother suppressing the smirk on his face as you do so.

“tomorrow, you’re not going to work,” he says after a few beats of silence, “allow me to be selfish and have the whole day to spend with you,”

“can’t just do that, sy, you know that’s not how it works,” his eyebrow quirks, red eyes already watching you as you sleepily peer up at him, “can’t call out of work just cause you want me to,”

“oh, no, i don’t want you to. i need you to. and you won’t be calling out of work, if it stresses you so much, i’ll personally speak to your boss and i’m sure i can work something out. i can be very persuassive,” he jokes with his dry humor, enjoying the way you roll your eyes at him. it’s adorable, really.

“threatening them and their family is not persuassion,” you correct weakly, but he’s no longer interested in debating.

“you spend the day with me tomorrow, m’kay? not for you, but for me. i miss you,” he says into your hair, kissing the top of your head, “okay?”

you sigh, pinching his nipple lightly before agreeing, “fine,”

“must you hurt me when i am pampering you and showing you nothing but love?” he winces, grabbing your hand in his to ensure you don’t try doing it again, “it is what makes you so cute, though,”

“shut up,”

“of course, my prince,”

— sylus notices how easily you put others before you. it’s something that oftentimes annoys him, he doesn’t quite understand how you are so lackadaisical when it comes to the power you have over others. not only are you dating, practically married to, an overbearingly powerful organization leader, you on your own are quite intimidating. but instead of utilizing that leverage, you smile and brush things off as if they aren’t a big deal. and it’s a really kind, noble trait of yours that you have, but sometimes sylus wishes you’d put people in their place.

it was a snide comment, quick, quiet snide comment that sylus wouldn’t have heard if not for his superhuman hearing. and the moment he heard it, his eyes were glaring at the person and his stance was broadened.

how dare they speak to you that way?

and just as he was about to charge head first in demanding this random give you respect, your palm is already resting against his chest and stopping him, “a kinder tone would do you some good, lacky,” is all you have to say to the man’s insult before walking away, dragging sylus with you.

the sight would be funny in any other context. an angry 6-foot-something man, glaring at someone, but being unable to do anything because his boyfriend is phyiscally dragging him away. a boyfriend he could easily overpower, but chooses not to since he’s so smitten with you. and at the end of the day you’re the only person he listens to. even if it does go against his own selfish desire to put pricks in their place.

“you don’t think my want to harm those who speak against you charming? because, darling, if you were to do the same for me i’d only fall deeper in love with you,” he speaks in that way that usually woos you, but seeing as the context is him basically asking you permission to murder someone, it’s not all that charismatic of him.

“no, not when they’re nothing but nobodies,” you kiss the tip of his nose, making the corners of his mouth quirk up. “their opinion and what they say of me doesn’t matter at all.”

“you’re right it doesn’t,” he admits, but then he purses his lips, “just remember; your wish is my command. you say the word and i will be at your beck and call,” he reminds you, trying to goad you into using this power you have. the only person in the world capable of turning him into nothing but an obediant guard dog and you don’t even consider using such power.

it’s heartwarming to know how kind you are. but sylus does look forward to the day he can properly put people in their place, at your command.

— how he loves seeing you in his clothing so much more than your own. no matter what your style is or fashion preferences are, sylus makes sure to have anything and everything you would want in his closet for you to use. the only thing he needs to make sure of is that he’s worn the article of clothing before. a subtle territorial way of him always being with you, a marker on you that you are not to be trifled with.

sylus is deep in your neck as he breathes in the mixture of your cologne and his. the shirt you were wearing, a tight black turtleneck had remnents of his signature scent, which almost clashed with yours. but sylus doesn’t mind that. he’s too busy kissing at your neck to truly care.

“what brought this out of you?“ you tease, tilting your head to give him better access as you finish getting ready. there was supposed to be a small, not-terribly serious meeting that you two were attending, but with how sylus has been nipping at your neck for the past twenty minutes, you wonder if the plans will be scrapped.

after all, sylus could command whoever he wants whenever he wants.

“you are so divine,” is all he says in response to your question, “and all mine,”

“a true poet, rhyming your smooth talking words together,” you joke, but the smile dies down when you feel his sharp canine graze your skin, “sy, please, i’m in no mood to put on three pounds of concealer if you get too rough.”

“then don’t, simply let them be there. leave them alone, they deserve their time to shine, no?” trying to sweet talk his way in you letting him continue marking you. but your resolve is strong as you force him away and walk towards the room of your door.

“am i leaving with or without my boyfriend, tell me,” you challenge, leaning on the door knob and waiting for him.

he practically glides over to you, putting his hand on your waist, “you wouldn’t leave me all on my lonesome,” he says as he shuts the door to your bedroom shut, “i was just giving you some extra love since you look so handsome in my clothes, darling,”

you look at your outfit, thinking that while it is simple, it definitely is all from sylus’ closet with how elegant it is.

“hm, i should really start wearing my own clothes or else people are going to think i just go through your lost and found,” sylus chuckles at your wording, kissing the top of your head as he grabs the car keys from the hanger.

“no, you look too good in my clothing. never wear your own from now on,” the demand is a joke, obviously, but sylus does think he could die happily if he saw you in nothing but his clothes from now on.

his oversized comfortably t-shirts, his pajama shorts, his hoodies, even his blazers and formal wear he bets you’d look stupidly cute in. you feel the grip on your flesh tighten ever so slightly, but don’t know the reason why. sylus imagining you in all of his clothing is what triggered that reaction, by the way.

— flustered you can sometimes get with his petnames for you. sylus prides himself in having what some would call a sharp tongue and quick witted humor. and it only fuels his ego when he sees how his words and terms of endearment get a reaction out of you. blush visible on your ears and cheeks, shifting in body language, how shy you can possibly get in front of him and his steady gaze. he just loves to see you be so receptive to him.

“doll, can you grab me the file on my nightstand please?” sylus asks, pushing his glasses up as he looks up from his desk to yours.

“ugh, you’re so annoying,” you complain, leaving the room and comnig back seconds later with a manilla folder in your fingertips, “next time, be more organized, sy,”

“but then who would i bother to help me? surely not another handsome boy,” he teases, grin growing in size as he sees you weakly glare at him in warning, “a handsome boy who looks even more appetizing when he’s angry,”

“appetizing? don’t describe me as that,” sylus drops the folder on his desk and grabs your wrist before you can walk away from him. without warning, he tugs you in to his frame, letting your body fall on top of his sitting one.

“you’re just such a pretty boy i want to take a bite of you,” his sharp teeth are displayed behind his boyish smirk, “let me taste you, my love,”

your expression is flustered, smacking his chest to let his hold of you loosen, “don’t make it sound like such an innuendo, sylus!”

“i mean every word i say, though,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture your lips in a soft, controlled kiss, “you turn me into a terrible insatiable man,” he kisses you again, smirk never fading. the warmth of your cheeks, showing to him your flustered without him even having to look, “make me feel like i’m starving without you near,” his hands grip your neck with more strength, keeping you right where he wants you, “won’t you have pity on a poor man such as myself and indulge me?”

“i’m already plenty indulging you,” you breathe out, eyes still shut as another kiss is brought to your lips. sylus only hums in response, too greedy in the feeling of you against him that he doesn’t even want to break away from the connection.

“i can’t help myself,” is the first thing he says when he pulls away from you, wiping your saliva-ridden bottom lip with his thumb, “my lover is so, so, sooo tempting. even the breaths you take are treasures to me,” his palm is warm against your cheek as he cups your face, “let me drown in you?”

you don’t respond, hoping that you aren’t as physically warm as you feel. sylus is such a sweet talker it’s unbelievable. and his sweet, exaggerated, but true words never fail to get your heart beating even faster as well as make the anticipation swell in your stomach and chest.

the night goes on with sylus calling you all names of endearment he’s ever used on you, praising you as if you were his savior and one salvation. which to him, you truly, but it seems as if you don’t share that sentiment yet. it’s fine, though, because sylus has the rest of your lives together as time to prove how deeply and raw he feels for you.

in due time, you will be able to understand the absolute devotion sylus has in regards to you.

[cxyotl]

hey so yall know that “kieran doesnt die” au ive been writing. um. i drew him.

more notes about this design below the cut :3 tw for eye trauma n torture.

-first off branwens only there bc i was trying to figure out how to draw horses & fill up space… so say hi branwen. he is like. the reason why kieran doesnt end up dying in this au. so he deserves to be here.

-surviving that whole ordeal messed him up pretty bad, physically and mentally. however, being so defensive about his blind side and determined to prove himself caused him to be more active i think. hes still that nervous stableboy for the van der lindes, but he doesnt shy from volunteering to go fishing/hunting with someone or joining jobs. hates using his blindness to gather pity pennies but hey, nobody is gonna suspect the obviously blind dude is working with criminals like the notorious van der linde gang.

-he also gets a little healthier. the rest he got while healing did wonders for him, he hasnt had a days rest since. well before the o’driscolls picked him up, probably. now hes a little less skinny, a little less greasy, and a little more alive <3 the only non-healthy habit he picks up is he does smoke more often than he already did. his nerves are all over the place. Especially when he’s on the edge of camp or out on the trail with someone.

-kieran’s left eye is completely gone. his eyelids and corners on both eyes are scarred up as well, since the o’driscoll who took it gouged em with his thumb. he wasn’t able to get past heavily scarring the right eye, so kieran gets to keep that eye.

-although he keeps his right eye, that doesnt mean its any good. HEAVY corneal scarring and ocular trauma, paired neatly with a small infection, means he’s permanently partially blind in that eye. he can see figures (silhouettes against light) and its all very blurry, but he can Technically still see enough to do his job and a little more. hes extremely photosensitive and it cost him his color perception for the most part in his remaining eye.

-because he’s so photosensitive, the hat kinda needs to stay on anytime hes outdoors. trelawny and mary-beth steal him tinted glasses from saint denis but he doesnt like them very much. the feel of anything, including glasses, so close to his eyes freaks him out. especially bc the lens bridge sits on some scarring on the inner corner. the corneal scars sorta make it feel like hes got something in his eye like all the time. bro cant get a moments peace LMAO.

-the left eye is usually bandaged up. getting any foreign material in the socket is Bad and hes like working with animals. literally brushing fur into the air like nine hours a day. so most of the time hes got that covered and he doesnt like it but. its necessary.

-arthur brought him the cane after remembering seeing blind man cassidy with one. was up in cumberland forest exploring anyway, saw a person sized stick and was like “ok this might work.” left it with mary-beth because he didnt want it to become a Thing that hes gone soft or whatever if that makes sense. its a bit large, but kieran doesnt mind bc he can kinda lean on it if he needs to or get a good sense of how far an object is from him. depth perception was also a little skewed.

-speakin of mary-beth, the new necktie is a little gift from her :3 yall might recognize it from the cut outfit

-kieran wrapped the cane up because he was getting splinters from it which was Annoying. he takes his knife and sharpens it or smooths it out as needed sometimes. out of boredom or necessity (the soft ground in shady belle and lakay are. decidedly. not great if you already are tripping over everything)

-the little notch at the top is great for hangin up lanterns. which tends to hurt his eye and gives him migraines bc its so close to his face, but it can be useful for holding the light out and seeing figures in the dark that hes lookin out for. or showing others where he is in the dark.

-i just didnt wanna draw his holster, but he can still shoot and ride horses. branwens a good companion :3. as for shooting, he just kinda shoots at figures and uses audio clues for where to aim and fire. hes better with his revolver than anything else, but give him a low sniper position with a high accuracy firearm like the carcano and he could probably get some kills.

-as for riding horses, hes been doin that for years. he just gives branwen cues to stay with other horses or on certain trails, or he can tie the reins to someone elses saddle (but he doesnt like doing this)

i have more thoughts so PLEEEASSEEE ask about it if you have questions or thoughts but these r just like some of the big ones that have to do with his actual design ❤️

[goomyloid]

Can you tell me about your dt player. Since from the way you portray them they aren’t meant to be you. Kinda your oc in a way huh. It’s a cool depiction so that’s why I’m curious.

well today is your lucky day because i literally just filled out this chart right before answering this:

basically my version of them is thoroughly mentally disconnected from all consequences, because everything is just a game to them.

apathetic with only the desire to see what happens, and what becomes of kris and noelle (in the weird route). They always just barely have the upper hand; if things don't proceed down a certain path (i.e. aborted weird route or something) it's only because they allowed for it to happen. kris is very smart, but 'our' knowledge just objectively surpasses theirs in every way. for the most part.

i guess if i had to describe them as a real-life player, it would be the kind of person that plays all the routes without feeling bad about it, someone that somehow doesnt feel as though they're entirely to blame for the story going this way. (they taunt kris over this, maybe just to pick at their brain to get a look of how they're feeling about all of this.)

after all, deltarune is a game. it's meant to be played, it's only natural that people will want to pick it apart inside and out with its level of popularity. nothing should make a player feel bad about playing the game that they bought and spent time on.

regardless of one's investment in the characters, the world is simply not real to us. but in terms of vessel specifically talking to kris or something, it's not like THEY'RE the one saying "kris you're not real lol" or anything like that, it's more so their existence as a 'watcher' of sorts outside the bounds of comprehensible reality renders them in a similar position as us, someone in control and free from any consequences (presumably), letting kris and co. take the brunt of all your wrongdoings.

there's all of that, but i also like to portray them as being more on the extreme side, going as far as to treat characters fictional even when said character is standing right in front of them.

the 'commodification' of noelle plays into this a lot i think. we haven't seen it much in game so far, but we get the implied player attachment to her via treating kris as a self-insert of sorts just so you can get weirdly, creepily close to and controlling over noelle. it comes off more as vessel only wanting to be close to noelle and kind of discarding kris, just like they once were (lol).

the player's funny little fixation on noelle definitely throws a wrench in things kris-and-noelle-relationship wise, because this Thing is masquerading as kris, and noelle (and maybe toriel to a degree) is the only person able to tell something's wrong. it's almost like Hikaru Ga Shinda Natsu in a way -- your friend has been replaced, and you're the only person to notice just because you know them so well. it comes down to noelle's heart and ability to see through whatever vessel throws at her, if she'll be able to reach her hand out and save kris from sinking away before it's too late.

ummm. im getting off track. got too krisellepilled for a sec. VESSEL. i'm definitely not immune to portraying them more lightheartedly sometimes, but when I do that, it's usually in game, more so showing up as the soul instead lol

they're still sarcastic and blunt and weird, but at least they're not crazy destructive and sociopathic. gotta tone it down for the sillies

anyway i think thats all i can think of to say at the moment, if i think of something else big i might add it in a reblog, idk lol. thank you for asking, sorry about the long post!

[hyuckhyukahansol]

Hold On, We're Going Home

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"you don't even notice the click of him locking the door while he turns the lights off before he curls up behind you, chest to your back as he wraps his arms around you slowly. sensually. mark's breath fans on the back of your neck before he plants several slow kisses there, moving until he reaches right below the shell of your ear. all the while, his large, warm hands can't seem to to anything other than wander under your hoodie to caress your waist and stomach. you let out a breathy and quiet chuckle.

"babe, what are you doing?" you ask in a whisper.

"you know you're mine, right?" mark whispers into your ear, completely ignoring the question, yet answering it at the same time.

your skin heats all too quickly. you know exactly what this is. he's jealous. of what, you're really not sure.”

or

you're a popular soloist and your secret boyfriend is a kpop idol. when your Canadian tour dates line up, you both opt to stay at his parent's home in Vancouver, but even with his parents asleep downstairs, mark just can't seem to keep his hands off of you after your show.

tags -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈  idol!mark, soloist!reader, fem!reader, reader is american, porn with minimal plot, established relationship, childhood room, twin bed, missionary, jealousy, possessiveness, praise AND degradation, mentions of reader being small, ATTEMPTED quiet sex, sacrilege if you squint (theres a jesus on his wall), size kink if u squint, marks parents are mentioned but theres no dialogue with them because im not writing that, reader has her drivers license, implied that reader is not christian, reader's love language is being mean to mark, EXTREMELY unserious

nicknames ┇ his babe yours princess!! baby... etc

date started┇march 20 2025

date posted ┇march 28 2025

wc ┇4.4k

A/Ns ┇ nothing like a good "lets fuck on my childhood bed!" 

room based on the mark's homecoming teasers for firstfruit.

umm mark probably doesnt have a childhood bedroom in canada because he was like 13 when he left for sm and also he lived in new york before that so lets just pretend for the sake of the fanfic that he does ok? ok! >_<

in section 2 i mention bible study as a way for me to skate around actually writing meeting marks parents LMFAOOO um im unsure if this is a popular thing everywhere else but like i know in the south at least its like youth group but for older people where they'll have a like mini religion discussion thing? i dont know i havent been to church in several years and i'm atheist 😭 iykyk i guess

reader's dialogue is based off of me and im a very strange fella and i cannot be serious for one single second so its kind of bad 😭

FINAL NOTE im completely a virgin like ive never even kissed anyone LMFAO so if the smut seems inaccurate at all thats on me because i refuse to let a real obtainable man get that close to me 😆

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𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

01. prologue

"no way our tour dates line up." 

you were in disbelief when your boyfriend called late at night to inform you that you would both be in the same city at the same time and that it just so happened to be where his parents lived: vancouver.

you were tucked under your warm, plush duvet with an unnecessary amount of pillows under your head and you groan as you sit up from them, cold air hitting your newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its chilly wake.

"i'm serious dude, the company usually lets me visit my family when we go for canadian stops. i could see if i can stay at my parent's house for longer.. and you could come with me.." mark's voice got higher as he started adding to the equation. "and maybe you can stay.. and meet some people.."

"you're saying you want me to meet your parents?" you reply blankly, holding in a laugh at your boyfriend's shyness about asking. you lean back in your bed, cotton fabric sighing with effort.

"see? that's my girl, i knew you'd get it." your face heats at his words.

"oh dude you're flirting..." you quote him, earning a sound of annoyance from the other end of the call. you snicker.

"you actually have to stop watching those fan compilations." you giggle at how easily it both annoys and embarrasses him that you keep up with what he does at work.

"okay, i'll stop watching fan compilations of you when you delete your folder of edits of me" you offer jokingly through your fit of laughter.

he scoffs "that's out of the question." 

"okay then i guess i get to keep watching videos of you goofing off at work." 

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

02. the twin bed

several months ago, your boyfriend had asked you to meet his parents in person. both of you living in seoul and being music artists meant that trips home were few and far between, so it made sense that mark would ask you to meet his parents in real life once the finally opportunity arose after two years of only seeing them in 2160p on a facetime screen. mark would've asked sooner if he weren't swamped with schedules — between three groups and solo activities, it was near impossible to find any amount of time to fly home, let alone with a secret girlfriend who's schedule was just as packed as his.

both of your tours had already started and you really hadn't seen much of each other since. you were grateful for the large amount of time you had in vancouver: about three nights of time together before you'd each have to take your separate flights to different cities for the rest of your respective tours. you had your show the first night of the three-day stay and his was the night directly after. 

mark had taken a plane with the rest of 127 and you opted to take a completely different flight; it wasn't worth the trouble of having to deal with both of your own saesangs on one flight as well as risking being caught. since mark's plane departed earlier than yours, he arrived at his parent's house much earlier than you, having already unpacked what he needed and started catching up with his folks when you rang the doorbell on the single-family home. as you were marveling at the normalcy of the house, your boyfriend swung the door open, giving you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"did your staff already leave?" mark asked after surveying the street outside and not finding any cars. you turn and look back over your shoulder quickly even though you know you won't find a car there either.

"yeah, dropped me off and then sped away." you answer as you step inside. mark closes and locks the door behind you. 

"well, after she got out of the passenger seat because i begged her to let me drive-"

"you drove?" your boyfriend cut you off, eyes wide and eyebrows raised so high that his forehead was wrinkled.

"pfft, yeah?" you roll your eyes dramatically.

"i have my license and i'm a big girl. got here in one piece and everything." you reassure the man as he takes your suitcase and carryon from you.

"dude, you have an american drivers license."

"ooookay? it's basically the same! y'all drive on the right side of the road too.." you playfully push mark's shoulder, pouting as you continue.

"i never get to drive in korea. can't drive on the right there." you switch from a playful pout to a curious expression. "where are mother lee and father lee?" you ask, using your favorite nicknames that his parents thought were so endearing and silly. mark chuckles before answering.

"they're at wednesday bible study, so we have some time to unwind before you have to mingle with anyone other than me." mark explains, walking towards to stairs that lead to the second floor of the house. "my room is upstairs. it hasn't been redecorated since i was, like, 13." 

"oh, how fun." you joke, beginning to walk up the stairs with your boyfriend following behind you. "can't wait to see all the.. um.." after a long pause, you stop at the top of the stairs and turn to face him. "i can't finish my insult because i have no clue what little canadian boys like."

mark laughs and you're sure if his hands weren't full he would start hitting you in his fit of laughter like he usually does, but instead he hunches over a little at the joke before directing you to the last door on your right. 

the room is small and littered with old books, cd cases, and cassette tapes, all lined up haphazardly on painted wooden shelves that were much taller than you, the freshest layer of brown paint peeling in worn spots to reveal the previous paint job done in teal. in the left corner, against the flaky yellow wallpaper, sat a red guitar and in the right corner there was a boombox on a shelf above a bed. on the right wall was a crucifix and ivory jesus stared down at the bed below it with its mismatched plaid duvet and sheets and more pillows than any one boy needs, all with different pillowcases on them, one checkered blue, another white with blue stripes, the other two in solid teal and red. it was cozy, but something irked you and it wasn't the carpeted floor or the popcorn ceiling.

"you didn't tell me it was a twin bed?" you exclaim, turning to mark who looked like he'd just seen a ghost. he makes his way past you into the room, speaking as he sets your bags on the beg and sits next to them.

"yo, listen: you can have the bed to yourself and i can have the floor if it makes you feel better" mark offers, trying to soothe you. you're still stood in the doorway, leaning against it now.

"i dont want your funky ass twin bed? id rather sleep on the cold kitchen floor downstairs." you complain, frustrated at the entire situation. "I don't want to sleep without you but also I'm not sure we'll both fit comfortably." you express. your boyfriend looks at you funny. 

"are you serious?" he starts, getting up from the bed and walking towards you, stopping when he's stood just close enough that you have to look up to meet his eye. "there's definitely enough room. we'll just have to cuddle." he explains. you look up at him through long lashes and pout. 

"i'm starting to think the reason you didn't tell me is because you just wanted an excuse to hold me all night." you accuse. mark holds his hands up in a way that says 'you got me.'

"well, usually you complain that i'm too warm and you end up moving away from me after i fall asleep." mark admits with a slight frown, dropping his hands to his side in order to hang his shoulders in an attempt to sulk. he looks so cute when he pouts, large dark eyes shining at you with a hint of an apology for withholding information. you push yourself off of the door frame in favor of draping your arms on mark's shoulders, fingers touching around the back of his neck.

"okay, but you do get super warm and you know i run hot too." you defend yourself. mark pits his hands on either side of your waist and cracks a smirk and you know he's thinking of a terrible joke.

"yeah, super hot." 

"ew, that's so corny." you scrunch up your nose, making a disgusted face and he giggles, leaning in to pepper your cheek with kisses that you can feel the smile in.

"you're making me reconsider my option of sleeping alone." you threaten, but he only wraps his arms around you and holds you tight instead as if to say that there's no way you can back out of it now. you accept defeat.

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

03. the concert

mark's parents were just as kind in person as they had been over video call. they just couldn't stop telling you how you were so much prettier in person and how proud they were that mark had found "such a nice young lady." you told them how lovely their home is and thanked them for letting you stay. the meeting was brief since you had to get to your venue for sound check and other preparations, so when your staff arrived to pick you up and whisk you away to your job, you apologized and swore that you would talk more the next day, assuming they probably wouldn't be awake by the time you got back.

sound check was smooth and you enjoyed seeing your fans for the 45 or so minutes it lasted. afterwards, you had your makeup and hair done and put on your first outfit. you made sure to take ample selfies so you could choose what to post after the concert, what to send to bubble now, and what to send to mark since you had down time. 

you: [image]

markus 😒😋: my gorgeous gorgeous girl

you grin at your phone, face heating to the point you start to fan yourself. you giggle at your own incoming joke as you look through your camera roll for a video to send to your boyfriend. the video is a clip his fans like to use of him with a blush filter on his face. (you know the one)

you: [video]

markus 😒😋: yeah ok im blocking you now

you: NOOOOO ☹��� 

markus😒😋: too late. need to start being nicer to your boyfriend

you: but youre so cute when youre annoyed..

markus😒😋: your fans are like really loud by the way

you: ???

markus😒😋: [2 images]

markus😒😋: your number 1 fan

the images mark sends you are one of the stage you're supposed to be on in about an hour and the other is selfie of him, mask hat, and glasses on, in a seat at your venue.

you'd attended each other's concerts before and it certainly wasn't a secret to either of your fans that the two of you knew each other, having done challenges, tiktoks, and other collabs together, but it still would give you butterflies when he would show up to a concert. 

you: 🥹 i told you if you would tell me beforehand that you were coming then you wouldn't have to actually buy tickets

markus 😒😋: its no fun when you know already!!! 

you: next time get floor tickets so i can have eye candy in the crowd

markus 😒😋: yes ma'am 🫡

the concert went super well. you were on time and your mic was loud enough for once and your costume wasn't itchy and your boyfriend was in the crowd. you were sure multistans had already spotted him there and you hoped that he was having a good time and that everyone was leaving him alone.

during the section of the concert where you walk around and sing into a handheld mic and do fan service, you spot a particularly funny sign. the sign, which was decked out in glittery letters and lots of hearts read: "y/n let me get that nda"

you double over in laughter as the back track plays without main vocals before continuing singing, going over to the fanboy holding the sign and taking his phone to record with it. the fan all but faints when you hand his phone back and blow him a kiss. when the song ends you talk for a bit about your tour so far and read other signs, flirting with your fans (as one does) and drinking water to soothe your throat. you don't particularly even think about what you're doing as you interact with the crowd, simply happy to see them smile.

the rest of your concert goes smoothly and you stay for around 30 minutes after everyone clears out in order to help your staff pack equipment and to make sure you didn't forget anything personal at backstage. when you're changed into a hoodie and some sweats and sitting in the passenger seat of your staff's car, you notice mark hasn't texted you, which is weird. mark always texts you after a concert even if you're going back to the same apartment. you assume maybe his phone died when you shoot him a "how was it?" text and he doesn't respond. you're really too exhausted to think of anything else as the road lulls you into a quick nap as you're driven to your boyfriend's parent's house.

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

04. jealousy, jealousy 

mark's parents are asleep when you get back to their home, making for a silent house other than the whirring of the air conditioning and the click of you locking the front door. your boyfriend greets you as you walk through said door with a kiss on the cheek. you take in his already scruffy hair and pajama clad legs as well as the loose t-shirt he obviously just threw on.

"did your phone die?" you ask, worried as to why he didn't respond to you.

"yeah" he rubs one of his eyes with the back of his hand "man, um, traffic was crazy, i only just got here and changed."

mark hasn't been this awkward with you since the first few months you started dating. there's obviously something bothering him but you really don't know how to ask, especially when it's so late and you're still tired despite your nap. 

"yeah, i didn't actually drive back so i was able to take a power nap through it." you reply. mark simply hums and turns around, walking to and up the stairs, abruptly deciding he's done with the conversation. you follow him, face twisted in mouth opened, furrowed-brow confusion whenever he had his back to you. mark lingers by the doorway in his room as you pass him to flop down dramatically on the bed, facing the wall, only bothering to kick off your shoes and socks. you don't even notice the click of him locking the door while he turns the lights off before he curls up behind you, chest to your back as he wraps his arms around you slowly. sensually. mark's breath fans on the back of your neck before he plants several slow kisses there, moving until he reaches right below the shell of your ear. all the while, his large, warm hands can't seem to to anything other than wander under your hoodie to caress your waist and stomach. you let out a breathy and quiet chuckle.

"babe, what are you doing?" you ask in a whisper.

"you know you're mine, right?" mark whispers into your ear, completely ignoring the question, yet answering it at the same time.

your skin heats all too quickly. you know exactly what this is. he's jealous. of what, you're really not sure.

your boyfriend continues to kiss around your ear, moving now to your shoulder, each kiss messier and needier than the last. one of his hands moves to cup your breast while the other sits right below your belly button, tantalizingly close to where you can feel your arousal pooling in liquid form. his pinky dips under the waistband of your sweats and stays there as he toys with your nipple, pinching the bud with two fingers, eliciting a soft whine from you to which he hisses.

"have to be quiet, baby. be quiet for me? for me?" he repeats. you breathe out a shaky "ok" as you move your arm behind you in an attempt to feel up your boyfriend, petting his side.

mark snuggles closer and you can feel his erection against your ass as he continues to massage your breast. his other hand finally dives under the waistband of your sweats, middle finger finding your clit oh so easily as he begins to almost pet you, cupping your entire mound and rocking his hands against it, middle finger pressed ever so slightly between the lips and against your bundle of nerves. you try your best to keep your whines down, your once free hand now occupied with covering your mouth. you buck embarrassingly and helplessly against mark's hand.

"desperate, huh? that why you made a show of yourself?" he coos.

you nod. of course it wasn't the truth and you both knew that. you really still weren’t sure what you even did, but your mind was too hazy to do anything except play into his hands, literally and figuratively. 

mark begins to rub circles into your clit, using the friction from your panties to add to the sensation of it. you struggle to stay quiet and when you let a particularly obscene sound slip, your boyfriend groans, pulling away from you.

"sit up, baby." he commands as he gets off the bed and drops to his knees in front of you. he runs his palms up your clothed thighs when you turn to face him.

"take this off for me, princess?" he requests.

you oblige, lifting your hips to discard your sweats, deciding your hoodie is too much and discarding that as well. you don't know when mark removed his shirt, but between him locking the door and getting on his knees, it had been tossed to the opposite corner of the room, bunched up and barely visible from the moonlight filtering through the window. 

mark pushes your legs open and slots himself between them, kissing the inside of your thigh, face oh so close to exactly where you need him. you look down at him in awe. the way his messy brown hair falls into his prettily-pink tinged face and how absolutely drunken on you he looks when his gaze flicks up to you might be enough for you to cum on the spot. you're practically throbbing for him when he finally presses a kiss to your clothed clit. your breath hitches and you let out a soft whimper at the contact.

"you still haven't exactly told me what i did.." you remind mark as his thumbs hook under the hem of your underwear. they linger there for a moment while he answers.

“i think you know."

you lift your hips once again to allow mark and to slip your panties down and toss them somewhere in the room. the air is cool against the heat of your cunt and you fight the urge to close your legs to keep in the warmth.

"so fucking gorgeous." mark mutters before rolling his tongue against your clit. you let out a loud whimper and he shushes you gently but does nothing more to stop you when he licks a fat stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit and coming off with an obscene pop that has you biting into the hand covering your mouth. he returns to it, making slow circles of it with his tongue while he inserts a finger into you, then two, pumping them in and out and curling them at an agonizingly slow place.

you whimper around your hand for a second before taking it slightly away from your mouth.

"i s-seriously don't know— hah— w-what i did, babe." you manage to get out.

mark pulls his face away from your heat, replacing his tongue with his thumb, increasing to a medium pace.

"touched other people. laughed at their jokes. just missed you so bad, princess. wished it was me.” he melts into the side of your thigh, looking up at you as he answers before focusing intently on the way his fingers move against you. the sound of his fingers inside of you fills the room with nasty squelching. his free hand has been rubbing circles into the outside of your thigh this whole time and you attempt to grab it to hold his hand when he finally speeds up a third time, going a pace that you can finally feel your orgasm building with. he swats your hand away.

"think you deserve it?" he asks

"m'sorry." you reply, opting to place the hand on his sheets instead. you can finally feel your release building and your moans get harder and harder to contain behind your hand.

"mark m'gonna cum, please" you plead with him. for what, you're not sure. 

"that's it, good girl." he coos "let it all out, princess." 

his praise is just enough to make you topple over the edge of pleasure, orgasm washing over you in waves as you let out a silent cry. mark finger-fucks you through it, not bothering to stop even when your thighs threaten to crush his head or your foot hits his back, before slowing and then finally pulling his fingers away once your clenching ceases, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick it clean whilst you catch your breath. 

"lay down, if i don't fuck your brains out right now i'm seriously gonna lose it." your eyes widen as you reposition yourself so that you're laying on your back while mark discards his pants and underwear. he crawls over you, holding himself up on one forearm as you start making out, tongues melding against each other. he breaks from the kiss to lean back and put one of your legs over his broad shoulder. he teases you, rubbing the tip of his fat cock against your still-sensitive clit.

"nobody else can do this but me right, princess?" he asks and you can hear his breath hitch as he continues to rock himself against you. you shake your head in response.

"need it so bad mark." you plead with him, tired of the teasing and the empty feeling in your core.

mark lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in slowly, inch by inch, coupled with quiet groans. the stretch is something you're never used to no matter how many times the two of you fuck; the way he fills you is delicious.

he pauses when he's fully inside you, leaning over you, causing the leg on his shoulder to fold back on you. he kisses your neck and jaw and nibbles at your ear he pulls out until just the tip remains and thrusts back into you, causing you to let out a loud combination of a whine and a strangled groan, to which mark quickly covers your mouth with his hand. he starts slow, rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace. his free hand that isn't muffling your noises rests beside you on the bed so that he doesn't absolutely crush you. mark makes sure not to fuck into you too hard, worried the loud sounds of skin on skin might wake his parents up. 

"think you can cover your own mouth for me?" he asks and you nod.

he pushes himself up so that his chest is no longer flush with yours and his hand is no longer covering your mouth. you hover the back of your hand over your mouth so that your voice is still audible enough for mark to hear, commanding him to go faster. you cover your mouth as he obliges, and he starts letting out soft moans. they're not nearly as loud as yours but they're so sexy that you almost can't help the way you try to roll your hips up into him in response. 

"what would all your fans think?" he says. "folded in half for my cock... all for me." he adds, starting to get lost in the feeling of your pussy pulling him in. he throws his head back and you swear you could cum from the sight right then and there. 

something snaps in mark- maybe its how close he is or how warm you are, but he stops caring about the noise and starts making pointed thrusts into you, hitting that sweet spot in you that makes your eyes roll and your back arch off the bed. the sound of his skin on yours is loud and if you weren't so fucked out then maybe you'd care, but your brain is fuzzy and your skin is tingly and the only thing you can think about is how impossibly tight the coil in your stomach is. your hand isn't enough to muffle anything anymore, your fingers keep curling and you're squirming so much that it's hard to contain any sounds you make. mark seems to have forgotten where he is because he just starts praising you like you're alone in his apartment.

"so fucking gorgeous. gonna cum, princess? yeah?" he coos.

through babbles and broken groans you manage to get out a broken "please." his thumb finds your clit and he rubs it in rough circles and you swear you're on fire. your orgasm crashes into you like a crack of lightning and you open your mouth to let out a silent scream. you squirm and kick and mark holds your hips down to fuck you through it, chasing his own orgasm all the while. he cums not too long after you with a chant of your name and a broken, choked moan as he fills you up with ropes of hot seed. your chest heaves and you honestly forget that you even exist until mark's words bring you back.

"you don't think we woke them up, right?"

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A/N ┇OH GOD!!! im actually really scared i hope this isnt as bad as it seems to me i think i just dont like it because im the one who wrote it. i got a bit out of character for mark but like also who knows what hes like during sex. you dont know. i dont know. AHH! um i hope you 🫵 enjoyed it. take a shot every time i said the word you in this fanfic.

I got distracted while editing this because I had nct mvs playing in the background and 90s love came on… winwin I miss you

[bastardlybonkers]

For ur hc, what do you think would happen for partners who are organic (e.g Crankcase) who don't have ports ect.?

now THAT is a question i hadnt thought about yet! in this hc, transformers would be sexually incompatible with organics so they wouldnt be able to have traditional 'sex', but that doesnt mean they cant be intimate!

notes under the cut

-false cables need to be charged and false ports do not, both can also be equipped with fun extra features (like auto insulant fluid or being made out of a material that insulates, or physical things like vibration and levels of charge). if the port has extra features, it can either be charged beforehand or the user can charge it themselves with their own charge

-wire stimulation is also very pleasant, and many organics like the feeling of pulling/caressing them, so its a pretty common method of tactile stimulation. the only danger is all the moving parts around the wires (though that danger is part of the fun for some couples)

-a cybertronians natural insulant fluid is not safe for most organics to ingest, but luckily, its activated manually. usually, their mouths are dry metal. this means theyre free to kiss their partners without getting them sick! unfortunately, if they ever want their organic partners to help apply insulant fluid, then they might run into a problem. luckily, since cybertronians have been interacting more with organic species, there is organic-safe insulant fluid for sale. however, that doesnt mean its safe for ALL organics- ingredients list must be consulted first

-its more difficult on the organic end, since cybertronians have plenty of ways to stimulate themselves. not that organics dont as well, but organics can be kinda, well. wet. mechanics and wet do not mix very well. cybertronians would be fine, but the chances of shocking a partner are very much not zero

-mutual masturbation/taking turns is pretty common in mech/organic relationships

-a lot of it would just be communication between partners and trial and error

when it comes to sparks...

-organics can actually touch sparks, but instead of feeling physical like it would to a cybertronian, they would instead pass through it and act as something of a conductor. this is because (in this hc) a cybertronians spark has an opposite polarity to their metal, which results in that 'suspension' look, and them being able to hold and touch sparks. an organic conducting the spark back into itself would actually be the closest thing they could get to 'traditional' sex for a cybertronian, since it would technically be a charge loop. it just so happens that displaying your spark is THE most intimate thing a cybertronian can do, and very, very few have reached this point with an organic partner, so while it would be the most pleasurable, its extremely uncommon

-organics cannot sparkmerge or sparkbond since they do not have a spark

-conducting spark energy would also be pleasurable for an organic, but should not be done for an extended period of time, as it can be dangerous. it would feel somewhat like a vibration throughout the entire body, resonating from the inside out

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Its probably a combination of things. Also I think we just hear about it more often now with the internet.

It feels like having a dog has gotten way complicated and hard in recent years, posts talking about reactive unsocialized and untrained dogs everywhere but the thing is, was anybody intentionally socializing their dogs before the past couple decades? Are humans just way more isolated? Is it the thing about how you should adopt a rescue instead of buying?

[nyancrimew]

hey so i dont wanna get into too much detail here to protect the dignity of the people involved in this, but as THE anarchist hacker girl i sort of regularly deal with a number of people with paranoid schizophrenia (or adjacent issues) who will very persistently email me or contact me on other platforms. obviously mostly people who think they are being wronged/followed by the government or other big authorities. most of them eventually give up on it and stop messaging me after like half a year or so of ignoring their weekly emails (and are mostly geographically far away enough for it to not be too much of a safety risk for me, only one person so far has made it to my city to try and meet me). however in the currently ongoing case i am dealing with someone who has now for a week sent me upwards of 20+ emails a day, usually all within the same 3 hours of the day, i generally dont block them (especially in more extreme cases) as i like to at least somewhat keep an eye on the developments for the safety of both me and them, but i dont really know what else to do in this specific case. i usually know exactly who i am dealing with (most of them send me their full personal info, sometimes even including passport scans, etc) but i have no interest in reporting them to any kind of authority figure, be that people in their life i can find or government authorities, as i do not want to needlessly endanger people dealing with mental health problems as a basic rule. does anyone here either have personal experience with particularly bad paranoid schizophrenia or experience with dealing with a situation like this, like is there any way to talk to them that doesnt just further feed into their paranoia? this isnt like just a question for my comfort or anything, i can deal with stuff like this, i am just curious if there is a way for me to actually help them meaningfully :)

[bestlilithian]

Home is the first grave.

[ Moon-Pluto, Pluto in 4th house culture ]

tw for various mentions of abuse and death as well as mental problems, sh and su!cide, also needles (dont ask)

- may have experienced a lot of death in thr family or in the close neighborhood

- feel more connected to your dead relatives than your alive ones

- there mightve been a death in your family before you were born

- feeling peacful in graveyards

- may have fantasized about death/su!cide, might percieve death as something that brings peace (hence the fantasies, because really all you ever wanted was peace)

- wanting peace but knowing you cannot have it because of your nature; feeling like theres just something in your blood in your soul that is uncontrollable and overwhelming

- your household was always a house , never a home

- being raised by very old people, enjoying the presence of much older wiser people (like, literal elders not hot teachers 💀)

- enduring literal psychological warfare in your home (usual your mother waged war on you as soon as you were old enough to form a coherent critical thought)

- "I hate you, dont leave me" (might be the attitude of your mother towards you, or yours towards others you love)

- Your mother always knew when you were lying or hiding something. Especially if she had a scorpio moon or moon/pluto aspects herself. You grew up extremely fearful of her.

- moon pluto culture is hearing your mother talk lovingly about her own fucked up mother, she never accepted the severity of her own abuse, until of course she needs to use it in an argument against you "Im a great mother, my mother was so much worse"(basically Im good because I abuse you differently than I was abused 😍 same shit different package)

- not liking motherly women or women who try to be mother figures to you, feeling uncomofortable around them; youre uncomfortable with how much you crave motherly love and people who can provide you that become threats because of the power they could have over you if you opened up

- being betrayed by the women in your life, especially those who were much older and supposed to take care of you (teachers, tutors, family members, therapists, babysitters..)

- toxic female friends 😁🔫 bonus : really close but toxic female friendships in youth that feel like death when you end them even though you know it was necessary

- feeling pain so deeply you think you will drop dead or have a heart attack. (When I was little and depressed I wrote in a diary of mine "My body will kill me before I get to")

more on this : when you start crying because of immense emotional pain and suddenly your heart is burning and beating too fast and youre getting light headed and throwing up , and suddenly youre not crying because of the pain, youre crying because youre afraid youre about to have a heart attack and die

- fearing that your mother will k word herself or you if you try to leave her (harsh aspects mostly)

- learning what emotional violence is very early, how to wield it and defend against it

- turning your emotions off completely for a while and then having a nervous breakdown when it all rushes back

- reading up on psychology, psychiatry and works of psychotherapists so you can heal and never become your mother

- wanting to put a bullet in your head when you notice yourself thinking or behaving like your mother

- going home after you spent time somewhere where you felt good and safe is extremely dreadful

- your mother doesnt see you as a human being (harsh aspects especially), and may take you a while to figure this out

- extremely controlling behavior from your mother or other caretakers (for example my mother threatened to send people to stalk me when I moved to a diff city, to 'make sure Im not doing something bad')

- deeply grieving the loss of your childhood and your inner child

- almost choking while crying or passing out

- feeling like youre a horrible person and dont deserve your family [because youre in deep denial and are seeing the flaws of your family as your own and denying your own trauma]

- learning about sex early on, perhaps early sexual obsession but not like promiscuity more like craving for deep intimacy (also you were probably deeply ashamed of it)

- not telling your family (esp mother) anything because they will ruin it for you

- being accused of being a psychopath, uncaring, selfish for "not loving your family enough"

- not knowing how to feel about the members of your family that played a more passive role in your life because they didnt do anything wrong but they didnt do anything right either; surely they knew , why didnt they stop it? why didnt they save you? (Im talking about adults obviously)

- your parents mightve been much older when you were born, you might have siblings much older than you

- doing anything to avoid your intense emotions and then when you break down and feel everything you realize how freeing it is and how comfortable you actually are with the intensity

- gutteral reactions to songs you deeply relate to (I hear 10 seconds of 'Slipping through my fingers' and I am dead on the floor)

- being afraid of your mother or just of your family in general

- you could probably kill someone with your bare hands if you were angry and hurt enough

- scary as fuck when you actually show your anger

- if you cry in the midst of a fight (verbal or physical) ... someone tell that person to make peace w God . cause thats you crying because of what youre about to do, because thats you loosing the last crumb of humanity you had for them and that can only end one way.

- you would probably kill for your loved ones

- your friends feel like you would help them hide a body (and you probably would)

- recognizing people by footsteps and breathing patterns (especially family members)

- deep deep eyes, people can see war and death them, and they feel like you see their pain too (because you do)

- reading people easily

- enjoying? cruelty (to yourself or others), like getting impulses to do something that would cause you or someone else that ugly feeling of facing cruelty

- finding comfort in the cold and the dark

- insane nightmares since youth, growing to be used to them

- its very hard to shock you

- you know when someones lying

- you might dread certain types of pain yet feel pleasure from them (personally I hate having my blood taken for a test but then I end up immensely enjoying the feeling of a needle pricking my skin and going deep into my vein)

- feeling the need to "kill" some your habits; most likely to drop things cold turkey and be extremely strict in breaking bad habits

- might enjoy really dark, emotionally and morally complex media

- immediately recognizing other moon pluto people and trauma bonding

- extremely good pain endurance. not necessarily tolerance , but endurance. you feel the pain and do it anyway.

- might not react to physical pain at all from a young age

- fantasies about drowning or slipping away peacfully

- either loving deep waters or hating them

- randomly breaking down in the middle of the day because of some pain you buried 5 years ago

- might self harm a lot because of your complex relationship w pain, it genuinely helps sometimes

- home feels like literal prison

- seeing the value in suffering, you might reject the idea that suffering is bad and should be avoided and prevented at all costs

- you might become religious as you mature (but usually in your own way, not necessarily according to tradition)

- forced to eat or denied food in your home, this mightve fucked up your relationship with food

And lastly, I need you to engrave this in yourself :

Wrong love is not love.

[scaredofbrits]

having the afton men as your bosses

william afton & micheal afton hcs

nsfw headcannons will be colored red.

william afton ✦

• he was a very serious man, to say the least. he didnt want any of his workers to see him act like a goof.

• "none of you will be prepared for the real world if you cannot behave correctly at your job."

• but then you came along. and every bit of respect he had for his reputation was shattered. not with other people, of course, but with you.

• instead of seeing william as your tough boss, you saw him as your literal reason to wake up everyday.

• and to him, you were his pretty little assistant. his good girl, even.

• sometimes, he'd give you extra work just to see you everyday.

• and other times, that work would lead to staying at the job extra late.

• once you would finish all that hard extra work, he'd reward you in various ways.

• "you did such a good job for me." he'd grin as he fingered you with all his power and speed.

• "my slutty little assistant fucking herself on my fingers.."

• his praise and degrading could drive anyone crazy for more.

• when you two would have sex during work hours, he'd tease you about noise the whole time.

• "shhhh, you don't want all your friends to know how cock thirsty you are.." and he'd cover your mouth.

• he made more than sure to fuck you so rough that your moans were extremely loud, and youd leave his office embarrassed.

• but what you didnt know was that the walls were soundproof. he just liked fucking around with you.

• nothing surprised him more than seeing your whore side for the first time. and oh did he love seeing it.

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• he was super sweet to all of his workers. bringing gifts, joking around, and being kind overall was his specialty.

• "how did you all sleep today?" he'd say over the intercom with genuine curiosity.

• once you had become his assistant, he could not resist you. a different side of him came along. a more needy one.

• he was always buying you gorgeous flowers every single day. and even though you were his assistant, he demanded nothing from you.

• and since he was an amazing conversation starter, you'd usually be found sitting on top of his desk talking to him.

• when your shift was over, he'd always say "time goes by so fast, doesnt it?" and that was his trick to make you stay.

• "a few more minutes, please? i'll do anything, gorgeous, please." was his other go to.

• he loved seeing you on top of his desk like you owned it. and he also loved seeing you mess around with his name plate on the desk. just fidgeting with it.

• and he wished youd fidget with him. just use him and treat him like your little fuck toy.

• one time, you wore a skirt to work. and of course that pervert kept sneaking glances at your revealed thighs and panties. those sights made his cock throb.

• and when he got horny? oh you were in for it. so much begging. "touch me please please please. look at how hard i am baby, please."

• "its okay if you dont wanna touch me, i'll touch myself and you can watch. tell me thats okay mommy. please."

• it was definitely hard to say no, especially with those puppy eyes he'd give. he acted like you getting rid of his boner was the best thing to ever happen to him.

• and when youd suck him off occasionally, he would absolutely lose it. he loved your mouth so much and he felt the need to repay you the same way.

• if you pleased him a certain way, he'd try his hardest to make it up to you the same way. suck him off? he'll eat you out. hand job? you get fingered.

• at the end of the day, all he wanted to do was be a good boy for his gorgeous girl. sometimes flowers didnt feel like enough to please you, so he had to try other ways.

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Demon Slayer With a S/o On Their Period Hcs

🥀A/n: guess whos on their period again i am literally dying !!!! :D anyways, hope yall enjoy!!!

🥀characters: giyuu x reader, tengen (+ wives) x reader, muzan x reader, mitsuri x reader

🥀Cw: hurt/comfort, period pain, mentions of blood, smut, period sex, overstimulation, overall filth in the nsfw part

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

Giyuu

listen, ur probably one of his first relationships so he doesn't have a lot of experience with periods

hes not good at expressing it, but giyuu really cares ab u and wants u to be comfortable

hes not used to seeing you in pain- he HATES it when ur not feeling good, so i think giyuu would honestly be really helpful when ur on ur period

he is very concerned about ur wellbeing, and will go with you on any missions (if ur a demon slayer). he will accompany u when he can and is almost always by ur side when ur on ur period

when ur emotional, he is literally the perfect person to vent to because he wont take it personally and is SUCH a good listener

acts of service‼️

if u need ANYTHING hes immediately there to help!

hes not good at verbally or physically expressing his feelings but he will help u, i feel like he would carry you around a lot

giyuu would set up a really pretty bath for u with bubbles and fancy soap and rose petals, and he would carry u to the bath where he would set u down and wash ur hair for u while u relaxed <3

he doesnt mind the blood and will gladly help u clean if u make a mess accidentally

overall, hes just super helpful and comforting when ur on ur period!

nsfw:

he LOVESS when u ride him, esp on ur period cuz he can see ur face!

i hc him as a switch, leaning on sub but also a pleasure dom, and when ur on ur period hes solely focused on making u feel as good as possible

consistently asks if ur comfortable or if u need to adjust, and can be gentler during period sex then usual

giyuu likes holding your hips during period sex and leaving hickeys on your thighs, making you tremble with need as his thumbs swirl slow circles on your skin

i feel like he wouldn't really care much about cleanliness and would just lay a towel under you, then at the end he would wash it for u

like i said before, he enjoys it when u ride him on his period bc watching u take control is SUCH a turn-on for him <3. plus, he knows that ur not uncomfortable and can see ur expressions very well!

giyuu could go really slow or really fast, depending on what u wanted. if ur in pain cuz of cramps, he'll go slow, gently pressing kisses to your beck and shoulders while slowly thrusting in and out

or he could be rough, pushing u down into missionary and grabbing your hips rough enough to bruise, lifting them up so your arching your back and pounding into you until ur seeing stars, all the while praising you and watching his cock slide in and out of ur soaking pussy

PRAISES U SM DURING PERIOD SEX! hes sm more vocal, and while he wont usually use petnames, during period sex u might hear baby or dear slip out as hes moaning your name i love giyuu sm

when it comes to aftercare, the two of u probably bathe together! if ur too tired, he'll carry you to the bath and wipe the blood from your thighs

giyuu has really good stamina like all the hashiras, and if ur hormones are making u extremely needy hes more than happy to spend hours with u in bed, making you cum again and again until ur thighs are shaking <3

Tengen

ur getting PAMPERED like ur living LUXURIOUSLY THIS MAN IS NOT LETTING U LIFT A FINGER

will throw u over his shoulder with a smirk on his face, placing you in bed with his other wives and doing everything for yall

makio, suma, and hinatsuru will probably sync up with you as well, and tengen will make sure to take care of all of his girlssss

THIS MAN HAS HUGE ASS HANDS AND GIVES OUTSTANDING MASSAGES I WOULD BET MONEY ON IT

he can make ur cramps go away almost instantly simply from how good his massages are

he gives good head massages too, and if ur having a headache from ur period he will sit u in his lap and gently massage ur head while he speaks sweet nothings to you and keels the lights low so you can relax

he would want you to be safe during your period, yet wouldn't discourage u from going on missions if ur a demon slayer. however, he would try to accompany u or have makio, suma, or hinatsuru accompany u just so ur safe

tengen would not hesitate to buy ANYTHING u four need, hes already got lots of supplies stocked up but will gladly run to a nearby store if ur craving anything

he will also buy u super expensive yet thoughtful gifts on ur period for no reason except he can- he just wants you to be comfortable!

i really dont think he can cook, but he will TRY for u!! in the end he would probably go buy whatever takeout u wanted but its the thought thhat counts!!!

tengen would DEF help u get ready on ur period if u needed too, for me personally i always take a little longer cuz i gotta change my pad and stuff so he'll be there to help! i think hes really good at doing his nails, and he'll do ur nails for u!! he'll dress you and help to wash your hair while you do your makeup, and will press kisses to any skin he sees <3

nsfw:

listen, if ur horny from hormones, he is AMAZING ab it

u even express that ur kinda needy? tengen is immediately taking u somewhere secluded and making you grind on his thigh

he can be kinda mean, but has such outstanding stamina and foreplay is everything to him!!!

tengen loves fingering u on ur period, he loves how messy ur blood gets on his hand and how responsive and sensitive you are-

DID I MENTION THIGH RIDING‼️ His thighs are huge, and perfect if u need him but dont want to make a mess. he'll settle u on his thigh, large, rough hands on your hips as he guides you to rock against him, and he'll start to move his knee until his leg is moving up and down and pressing so perfectly against your clit-

i feel like he would enjoy having all of you (u and his other wives) in his bed at once, and when one or multiple is on their period he will make u guys come sm-

if u try to silence ur moans cuz ur so sensitive, GOOD LUCK! tengen loves hearing you whimper, all you need to do is beg and he is willing to fuck you for HOURSS

i think he would like mating press when ur on ur period, simply cuz its just so stimulating for u and he can watch your blissed out expression as he overstimulates u!!!

LOVES MARKING U ON UR PERIOD, expect to have a ring of hickeys around ur neck and a multitude of bites on ur thighs<3

Muzan

do not expect sympathy at first cuz you are NOT gonna get it 💀

i feel like muzan would just side-eye you when you said you were in pain bc of cramps and honestly just ignore you

however

the second he sees you doubling over in pain, hes rushing to your side

whether your a demon or a human, you are one of the few people in the world he actually cares about and seeing you in pain is a big no-no for him!!

once you re-explain whats wrong, he scoops you up and brings you to a secure room within his palace

muzan will constantly have high rank demons watching over you if not himself, and he'll try to get his work and experiments done around you so he can keep an eye on you

im unsure whether or not his female form would have a period, but for the moment lets assume she does

she is PREPARED. if the two of you sync then she is most def gonna force all the other high rank demons to take care of u two, and if your craving anything she will order the demons around to get it for you (unless your also a demon, in which that case she would only let you eat the finest blood- hers!)

as i just said, if your a demon he is totally giving you his blood to help sustain you

only the best for his favorite<3

if your moody or being rude, he is actually much more tolerant when your on your period. muzan understands that sometimes you cant control it, and will try his best not to get irritated in response

muzan will feel sorry for doubting your feelings in the beginning, and will do his best to make it up for you! hes not great with expressing affection through words, but he'll try to compliment your strength and just wants to make sure your safe.

nsfw

EATS‼️ YOU‼️ OUT‼️

he will grip your hips tight enough to bruise, practically drowning in your cunt as he overstimulates you

i honestly think he would really enjoy your blood, but wouldnt want to take it from you in a way that would make it painful for you so he would especially enjoy eating you out simply to get a taste of your blood

muzans face is covered in your slick but he couldnt care less, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm. even when your squealing and whimpering, hes making you come again and again

he makes SURE to please you, especially when your hormonal

you want to ride him while hes working? hes already pulling you onto his lap. you want him to finger you while hes in an uppermoon meeting? say less, your sitting next to him acting like everything is normal while his fingers are knuckle deep in your cunt and soaked in your blood.

i think cleanliness would be somewhat important to him, so he would make sure to lay a towel beneath you when your both fucking and clean up super well afterwards

muzan would def praise you more on your period, he normally gives a mix of praise and degradation however when its your time of the month hes always telling you how good your doing, how well your taking him, and reminds you that your his <3

i think that he has a mUCH higher sex drive when your on your period, just smelling your blood turns him on and he would really enjoy seeing you covered in blood as well.

your hands are tied above your head, and muzan is fingering you, watching in utter fascination as your soaked cunt takes in his fingers again and again, slowly pulling his blood-soaked hand away to write his name in red across your stomach as you squirm, pleading for him too touch you again...

hes nasty af-

Mitsuri

When either of you are on your period, mitsuri is SUPPPEERRR clingy!

if your having cramps, she's practically dragging you to bed to cuddle with you

she gets sympathy pains for you and will sometimes get cramps along with you even when shes not on her period

will rub your back, massage your hips, she just wants to make sure you feel better!

mitsuri will take you to the hot springs with her and will just lay beside you and relax, letting the hot water soothe your cramps

if you get cravings, dont worry for a second because she WILL cook for you and the both of you will eat ridiculous amounts of food together!

honestly shes great at handling your emotions when your on your period because shes nearly impossible to get mad at and is really good at calming you down if needed! i feel like mitsuri would be a great person to vent too as well, so if your stressed on your period shes super soothing to talk to!

mitsuri would do yoga, stretch, and train with you to help ease cramps when your on your period but would always remind you not to push yourself!

she is constantly expressing her affections for you when your on your period and just wabts to make sure you feel happy and comfortable

nsfw:

praiiiseeee! mitsuri will kiss every part of your body, constantly complimenting all of you and occasionally leaving a little hickey or bruise

i think shes generally pretty vanilla and would make sure your comfortable above all else, however seeing you so hormonal and sensitive makes her incredibly aroused

mitsuri would definitely be into dry humping when your on your period, partially because of convenience but also because of how desperate it feels and how frustrated and needy you both get

mitsuri can and will tease you and then act innocent about it, and finds a bit of sick satisfaction in seeing how easily turned on you are when your on your period

for example, she'll let her shirt slip and flash you but only for a second, or let her hands wander as shes hugging you seemingly innocently

yall have def fucked in the hot springs simply because you couldn't take it anymore

the warm water only adds to the stimulation as she ruts against you, whimpering as tears form on her lash line as the both of you grind against eachother so desperately. her breasts rubb up against you as she buries her head into your neck, thighs trembling as her orgasm approaches and you cant help but play with her a little, harshly pinching her nipple and watching her squirm as you can feel your own release building, the dull ache from cramps being replaced by an onslaught of pleasure...

i dont think mitsuri would want to eat you out on your period and would prefer to finger you because she likes being able to see your face, especially since your so much more hormonal and expressive during period sex

sitting in her lap as she fingers you so skillfully, making you feel so, so good as she presses soft kissed across your collarbone and up to your flushed cheeks, telling you your suuuch a good girl...

if shes on her period and is sensitive as well, feel free to tease her too! she whimpers and whines so easily, and doesnt care whether or not your in public, she needs you now

leave her hot and bothered after a messy kiss, pressing against her and slipping your thigh between her legs to let her grind against it just a little as you palm her tits only to pull away and watch her pout as tears form in her eyes

i need a mitsuri in my life

put my heart and soul into this i NEED demon slayer requests i will get on my knees and BEG ive been getting so into this anime and i want to write for it sm!!! also feel free to send in any requests in general, overall i just want mooreeeee!