#peverts

[histeriaexperience]

"if you love me, keep it to yourself"

ethel cain, vacillator

[theptient]

smb asked for my pre-writing ritual and i couldn’t tell them because i literally just get extremely high, listen to perverts all the way thru, crank one out, and then vomit words onto a page

[girlundeadd]

cant relate to being scared listening to perverts

[themuffdivingrodent]

i desperately need perverted girls to flirt with me the doctor said so

[paranoid-spotlight-everest]

Well these posts fit together PERFECTLY

[knuckle]

desexualized inspirational comments about really hot and sexy fat women you would be drooling over if they were thin is also a form of fatphobia 😭 and everyone is way too comfortable viewing a fit, hot, gorgeous fat woman as your personal guardian angel. I know sometimes a fat woman is trying to be inspiring but it's just insane how desexualized the comments are of a beautiful woman in tight outfits with her belly showing titties bouncing sweating and working out

[ofdamnation]

upon hearing the familiar voice ringing in her ears , she slowly turns to face him . ' well , well ... look what the cat dragged in . ' / closed starter for @pevertd .

[technicallydelightfulpenguin]

I don't agree ok?

I want more GL/Yuri where the main character is a weird sex pervert. No more of that “I’m so shy and soft and sweet 🥺” shit, I want a girl who wants to fuck women and is proud of it.

[ncis-nerd]

Our Princess

princess reader x servants!wandanat

warnings: cheating, pevert wandanat, jealousy, innocence kink, smut, pet names, slight non-con, dubious consent, oral (r receiving), dom!wandanat.

marvel masterlist

They knew what they were doing from the first moment they laid eyes on you. Fuck you were so perfect, the way your eyes widen when you giggled. How your dress rode up when you were watching TV. How innocent you were.

Your first interaction was when the two ladies were cleaning up. Wanda was washing the dishes in the kitchen with her apron on, Natasha sweeping the floors. That's when you wandered in, barefooted in a pink nightgown.

"Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you guys!" you exclaimed, backing out of the kitchen. Natasha shot Wanda a smirk. Wanda met her gaze, they both were thinking the same thing- how fun messing with you would be.

Wanda bowed in your presence, "Don't mind us, princess." She purred. You, oblivious to their tactics, hummed in response. Making your way to a cabinet that was a bit too high for you. You stood on your tippy toes, your hand attempting to grasp the handle. In the process, your nightgown begins to ride up, giving the two women a view of your flowery underwear.

Fuck you looked so good like that, Natasha bit her lip. Wanda smacked Nat's arm, you were dating Maria and were their boss. You could ruin their lives with the flick of the wrist. But you were so addicting, they couldn't resist.

From that moment on, they'd try everything to be in your path but you suspected nothing. They were just trying their jobs, that's why you caught Wanda folding your underwear and Natasha sweeping the living room floor while you were trying to watch TV.

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You hummed, reading a book in your little sundress. You were tanning in your backyard by the pool. Maria, your girlfriend, was coming over to hang out with you. The sun was particularly hot today so you figured why not spend the day outside.

You had sunglasses on, that protected your eyes and a towel draped over your chair. You couldn't wait to play with her in the pool. Maria is your girlfriend and she's the same age as you. You guys went to school together and Maria admitted her love for you so the logical thing to do was to get together. At first you were hesitant but not for the reasons Maria thought. No, it wasn't internal homophobia, it was the fact that you hadn't been with anyone before. But Maria didn't mind your lack of experience.

"Hey hun, your girlfriend is here." Natasha spoke, ratherly harshly but nonetheless drawing your attention. Wonder what must of gotten her upset.. Your eyes followed her as she went back into the house. The door opened behind her, your girlfriend came out.

"Mar!!!" You squealed, running into her arms. She smiled and picked you up, "Hey princess!!" She chuckled, carrying you bridal style, to the seats. "Missed you" you mumbled in her arms.

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Wanda and Natasha watched from the windows. A feeling of jealousy sprang from this. It should be them out there with you. For you to run into Wanda's arms and Natasha to be the one carrying you.

For it to be their bodies against you, not that girl who couldn't care for you like they did. You needed real women to teach a delicate thing like you.

Natasha bit her lip as she watched Maria's hand rest on your ass. The way a innocent kiss from you, turned into Maria climbing onto of you. She began to leave kisses on your skin, marking you up. Maria looked up for a second, making eye contact with the two servants. She knew they were watching and was testing them. Daring them to try and stop this, to try and take her girl.

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You whimpered softly, you couldn't believe this was happening. Maria straddled you and began to bite and suck on your skin, leaving hickeys all over you. "Mar, that hurts" you mumbled against her. "Let me have my way with you doll, I promise you'll be satisfied by the end." She pushed,

The two women watched this interaction and saw it unfold. The way you were pushing back against Maria, how she ignored your protests and just dismissed you. They had enough.

"Maria your parents called, they said it was an emgerncy and they need you home" Wanda spoke. Maria jumped off of y/n and hurried out after giving her a little peck on the forehead and a quick "goodbye".

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After a moment of silence, Wanda made her way to you. You were sitting on the chair, your chest covered in marks from your girlfriend. A slight pout on your face. "What's the matter, dear?" Wanda cooed, Natasha coming up behind you with the same faux concern. "Yeah darling, what's got you all frowny? Hm?" Natasha hummed.

"Maria" you mumbled sadly, you didn't know why your girlfriend was suddenly acting like that. She said she'd take things slowly for you, but maybe it was going too slow for her liking.

"Awe, princess." Wanda whispered, stroking your back gently. "You know honey, we saw what happened. I think the problem is that you are such a delicate thing and your girlfriend doesn't understand that. A little thing liek you needs a real, mature woman fo help you navigate." She purred.

--

"I think she might be ready for us Wanda, this seems like the perfect timing." Natasha whispered in the hall, trying not to let you hear the conversation between the two of them. "I don't know Nat, she seems like she isn't interested. You saw how things went down with Maria. A simple kiss turned her off." Wanda protested.

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Your face turned red, you were still thinking about what Natasha said earlier. How they'd treat you right, that you needed a mature woman teach you.

You began to feel an ache between your thighs. It was so wet and sticky, you didn't know what to do, so the only logical thing to do was to go ask the pair.

Your pillow bumps your clit as you make your way off your bed. You jolt in response, that feels weird but a good kind of weird. You attempt to gain that feeling back, of course not knowing what you're doing due to a lack of experience. Your hips rut against your pillow. You sigh gently, biting your lip to stiffle any sounds. A moan escapes your lips when suddenly you hear a voice hum in amusement.

You turn around to be greeted with Natasha's eyes which focused on the wet spot of your pillow and Wanda who was only smirking at you. Her eyes on your chest. Your nipples were hard and peeked through your thin tank top.

"H-How long have you been standing there?” you froze.

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"Mhm" you cried out. Fuck, you looked so good like this, they just wanted to take you but they restricted themselves. A fragile little thing like you needs to be treated like a princess. Natasha's tongue circled your clit, your hips buckled against her. "She's so responsive." Natasha mumbled against you, the comment directed towards the other servant.

Wanda had you against her, your back to her front. She held your hips in place for Natasha. "There, there, it's okay princess. If it's too much just let me or Natty know" She whispered softly.

inspired by @esouliie

[ghxst-guts]

⋆˚࿔ Oh baby 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

words: 1.1k

warnings: cheating, hurt/comfort, slight angst, neglect of partner, piss kink, slightly dark, slight pevert wanda, stephan strange (yes, he needs a warning), wetting yourself, jealousy, texture issues, alludes to possible eating disorders and possible abuse, smut, praise, degradation, brief ignoring/ghosting, kissing.

relationships: boyfriend!stephan stranger x female!reader & bestfriend!wanda maximoff x female!reader

18+ minors & men dni

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"oh my, that must have been awful.." wanda whispered, her words tickled against your ears. your boyfriend stephen had canceled on your date and you were upset because you hardly saw him anymore.

you looked down at your nails, picking at the skin near it. this was one of your nervous habits that wanda tried to help you break but it was no use. every time she'd think she got you to stop, it continued.

wanda hummed, with a swift response her fingers brushed your hand. her eyes followed your movement. you met her gaze, she was waiting for you to say something.

"i'm not even surprised, i don't think i'm his first priority. or his second.. or third." your eyes dropped. wanda could feel your pain but didn't comment on it. "it's just more convenient if we were together... i know that our mess of a relationship will be over in a few months." you mumbled, a stray tear escaped your eye.

"oh, baby.." wanda sighed softly, bringing her hand up to wipe your tear. she hated seeing a man, especially one whom she hated, get you all worked up.

you collapsed in her arms, your quiet sniffles filled the silence. her fingers traced circles over your back. her hot breath lingered against your skin. the smell of her sweet perfume.. it was almost too much for you.

almost.

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your eyes fluttered as you began to feel a warmth pressed against you. it was the arms of your best friend lazily draped around you. she had also fallen asleep it appeared.

your bladder felt full and when you attempt to make a run for the toilet, you found the woman's death grip to be wildly protective. so comforting.. the urge to lay numb against her was strong but you changed your mind when you find yourself nearly having an accident on her.

"wanda" you mumbled softly against her. she shifted in the bed, no response. "wanda" you repeat but the red-head just shushed you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "wandaaa" you whimpered, you couldn't hold it anymore.

wanda felt a warm liquid drip down your leg, spreading all over her bed. she smirked against you, this was her plan all along. to get you all embarrassed and flustered under her. now this isn't exactly how she envisioned it but she can't admit that this wasn't hot.

"oh, detka.. you had a little accident, let mommy help clean you up." wanda's eyes darkened, hovering over you. you hid your face, you were so embarrassed. first you cried to her about your boyfriend and now you've peed all over her bed. there are definitely better ways she could have spent her friday evening and now you've ruined her bed.

"hey, let me see you pretty girl." she cooed at you, removing your fingers from covering your face. she smiled at the reveal of your glossy tears, god you were so beautiful.

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she noticed after your previous interactions, you wetting her bed a week ago, you had been more distant. she felt hurt and upset that you were avoiding her. she saw you spending all your time with stephen again, you claimed he was trying to "make up for lost time".

she ran into you at the supermarket and to her surprise of course you were with stephen. his hand intertwined with yours while the other occupied his phone. he appeared to be wrapped up in whatever it is he was doing, or whomever he was texting.

wanda bite her lip to hold out the venom she so desperately wanted to let out. instead, she sighed and pushed her cart to align with yours.

"hey, y/n!" she exclaimed, her eyes fixated on stephan and the way he doesn't even acknowledge her presence. y/n looked at stephan nervously, you had on a baggy hoodie and this made wanda suspicious. she furrowed her brows trying to rack her brain why this could be. she knew you hated wearing baggy clothes, it was a texture thing for you.

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the next time wanda saw you was at a barbecue, you were all dolled up and she wished she could run her hands down your doll-like figure. kiss your soft cheeks, caress your shoulders, leave traces of her all over you. she knew she had to fix things.

wanda saw you with a tray in your hands making your eay to the kitchen so she grabbed a glass and quickly followed behind. finally, she could have a moment alone with you to talk things out. she hate the silence treatment, not being able to hear your sweet voice and laugh that could brighten anyone's mood.

"y/n" wanda called out, in a rush. you emptied the tray into the trash and placed it in the sink. wanda is hovering behind you when you turn around. this startles you and you bump into her. knocking the glass out of her hand.

oh no. "wanda, i'm so sorry-" you exclaimed. you felt so bad, you had been ignoring the girl because of stephen and know you've knocked a glass out of her hand. "No- no, please let me talk y/n." Her eyes full of guilt and sadness.

you nodded, the least you could do was hear her out.

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"i can make you feel way better than he could.." she purred, exhaling softly against your neck. "let me take care of you, baby." wanda's hands ran through your body. light as a feather but just soft enough to have an effect on you, and she could see it.

she wanted to take her time with you to show you how making love should be like. your eyes widened, nodding. god you've wanted this for so long. "need to hear you say it, darling." wanda whispered, her eyes lingering on you. just aching to go forward but depending on your sweet voice to give her consent.

"i want this wanda" your words muffled against her skin. wanda waited no longer, her hands motioned for you to lay on your back as she hovered over you. she pressed dher lips against yours. you tasted so sweet, it was so addicting.

wanda let out a soft moan against your lips, she sounded so beautiful. you wanted to hear more. her hands lifted up your shirt, exposing your bra-less skin. the moment your shirt departed, the cold air hit your nipples. they began to harden, wanda bit her lip to try and control herself.

she so desperately wanted to take your nipples in her mouth, to suck on them, bite them, pull at them and just abuse them. she resisted, to use for another time. right now, a sweet little thing like you needed to be treated like an angel.

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wanda's masterlist

[oreo-creampie]

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚/𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • smutty domestic bliss, soft!needy!sukuna, thigh riding, praise, good girl, praise, very light degradtion, window sex

Sukuna fondles your squishy cheeks, kissing the top of your head. “Looking beautiful wearing nothing but your apron, washin’ the dishes gettin’ our place clean.” Dipping down whilst you tilt your head for him to trail kisses down your neck.

Huffing at him, “It been hard with you distracting me! After you said you’d be good if I cleaned dressed like this.” Lathering the last cup in dish soap. There are a few utensils left, then Sukuna’s little game can be over.

You promise him, “The sooner I finish, the sooner you'll have my undivided attention handsome.” Your cunt clenching with the closness of his fingers, cock and body. Slick has already been dripping down your thighs after his on and off teasing.

Roughly Sukuna squeezes your bruised hips till you elict a whine. Parting your legs, pressing his thigh to your plush, exposed cunt. Your brain melts, at the first touch to your needy cunt.

“I think you deserve a reward for being a good girl and focusing, don't you?” Sukuna’s rough, deep voice always gets to you. You could play with yourself and cum from Sukuna telling you every degreading, peverted thing he wants to do to you.

Hesitating with your hand underneath the rushing water. Softly sighing, “Please Sukuna, I-I.” Your resolve crumbles. Setting the cup aside with a shakey hand.

Rocking your hips, mewling, “You win nngh!” Smears your slick, helping you glide your clit and lips easier. Tingling pleasure tightens the coil in your stomach.

Gliding your sensitive bud on his muscular thigh. You couldn't focus, on anything but your husband. His tattooed, muscular, sculpted thigh flexing against your pussy.

You can hear the smirk in his voice. “I always do.” Slipping his hand underneath your apron. He roughly pinches your nippples, earning a whimper.

You arch your chest into his hands, rocking your hips faster. Getting off on feeling like a whore in front of the open window grinding soaking wet cunt on your Sukuna’s thigh.

Sukuna groans, “Good girl, show everyone what a beautiful slut I've fucked you into.” Gently playing with your tender nipples, rubbing them between his rough fingers. Whilst he insists,

“If you want keep being a pretty whore n’ playing your messy, fat cunt you'll have to keep cleaning. Don't wanna distract you.”

strawberry brat all works

[ecstasemen]

angel fell and turned into a peverted NEET

auction link, SB 30 MI 5 no AB

[fluffymiyaa]

Waste The Night

Painting!Gojo x Painter!reader x Painting!Geto

Summary: In a haunting twist of fate, your tragic painting suddenly springs to life, its sorrowful characters and somber scenes manifesting before your eyes.

Tw: sadism, blood, gore, manipulation, sexual harassment, manager being pevert, sugusato, obssession

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In the dimly lit alley, a chill wind swept over Suguru and Satoru, though their bodies remained unaffected by the cold, fueled by the warmth of their own blood.

Suguru exhaled a stream of smoke into the air, the only sound breaking the silence that had enveloped them since they left the house.

"How did you know her phone password?" Suguru finally broke the silence, his voice cutting through the stillness.

"Don't underestimate my eyes." Satoru replied tersely, his tone sharp.

"But our powers don't seem to work in this world." Suguru pressed, his curiosity evident.

Satoru halted in his tracks, turning to fix his piercing blue gaze on Suguru. "I said. Don't. Underestimate. My eyes." he stated firmly before resuming his stride.

Suguru couldn't help but giggle at Satoru's unwavering confidence, finding comfort in his companion's steadfast demeanor as they ventured deeper into the shadows of the alley.

Ting!

> Manager: Are you close? You bring the painting right? Walk faster, it's in the middle of the night and I'm the only car parked here.

> You: We're close.

> Manager: We?

Satoru quickly replied to the text and erased the whole chats, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at Suguru.

"So... it seems like we're going to confront him physically." Satoru remarked, a hint of excitement in his voice as he adjusted his blindfold.

"Oh? I actually brought a knife with me." Suguru declared nonchalantly, pulling the blade from beneath his oversized yukata.

"W-wait, what? We're not going to kill him?" Satoru stammered, his expression filled with uncertainty.

Suguru sighed in disappointment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stopped walking and grabbed Satoru's shoulders.

"Satoru, look at me." Suguru commanded, his voice low and intense.

Satoru nervously met Suguru's gaze, their faces inches apart now.

"You said you didn't want him to bother y/n, right?" Suguru asked, his tone dripping with menace.

"Y-yeah..." Satoru replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Suguru grinned wickedly, his breath ghosting against Satoru's neck as he leaned in closer.

"Then let's erase him." Suguru whispered, his words sending a shiver down Satoru's spine.

Satoru recoiled at Suguru's suggestion, pushing him away until Suguru's back collided with the brick wall of the alley.

Unfazed by Satoru's reaction, Suguru's grin only widened, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity as he prepared to take matters into his own hands.

Satoru trembled, his palms clammy with sweat. He couldn't deny the surge of protectiveness he felt toward you, his unwavering devotion evident in the rapid beat of his heart. You were his world, his reason for existence, and he would go to great lengths to ensure your safety. But the idea of taking a life, even for you, sent a chill down his spine. There had to be another way.

"I thought we were just going to threaten him," Satoru muttered, his voice wavering with uncertainty.

Suguru pouted, shaking his head in disbelief. "And where's the fun in that?" he retorted, his tone laced with impatience.

"Fun?" Satoru echoed, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Brushing off the dirt from his clothes, Suguru continued walking, his demeanor exuding an air of nonchalance.

"Seems like I'm the only one who truly cares about y/n," he remarked casually, a hint of superiority in his voice.

Satoru's blood boiled at Suguru's insinuation.

"Excuse me?!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with indignation. The suggestion that his love for you was somehow inferior ignited a fire within him, fueling his determination to prove Suguru wrong.

"Oh look, that's his car," Suguru pointed out, nodding towards the silver Toyota RAV4. He throw away his cigarettes and step on it.

Approaching the vehicle, Satoru followed behind Suguru, his expression unreadable.

Suguru tapped on the window, flashing a charming smile as the manager lowered the car window.

"Can I help you?" the manager asked, his confusion evident as he took in the sight of the two handsome men before him, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

Suguru tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, his demeanor effortlessly alluring. Meanwhile, Satoru stood behind him, his brow furrowing at Suguru's playful behavior. It irked him to see Suguru acting so charmingly, especially when he usually reserved such gestures for him only.

"Are you Y/n's manager?" Suguru asked, his tone polite but authoritative.

"Yes, yes, that's me! Where is the painting?!" the manager exclaimed eagerly.

"She entrusted her painting to us, but because it was too big, we put it in the hallway temporarily," Suguru explained smoothly.

"Would you mind following us?" he added, gesturing for the manager to join them.

The manager wiped his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief, his nerves apparent as he stuttered, "Y-yes, sure, lead the way, hehe..."

Exiting the car, he followed Suguru and Satoru, who were still wearing charming smiles at how easily he complied.

Walking behind them, the manager couldn't help but let his gaze linger on their bodies in a lecherous manner, his thoughts wandering into inappropriate territory as he chuckled to himself.

Satoru's discomfort grew, prompting him to grab hold of Suguru's yukata tightly.

"He looks like a perverted old man from a hentai manga who cheating on his wife." Satoru muttered under his breath, his disgust evident in his tone.

"Yeah, he's absolutely repulsive. I can't believe our beloved Y/n works with someone like him," Suguru replied, his expression mirroring Satoru's disdain.

As they walked into the dark alley, barely illuminated by dim streetlights, the manager's nervousness began to escalate.

"So... you guys put the painting here? Where? I can't see it," he stammered, his voice trembling with unease.

Despite his growing anxiety, a twisted excitement simmered beneath the surface as he entertained the delusional notion that Suguru and Satoru might be interested in "playing" with him.

Satoru's grip on Suguru's yukata tightened at the manager's suggestive tone, his discomfort palpable.

"Suguru, this guy is giving me the creeps," Satoru whispered urgently, shooting a wary glance at the manager.

Suguru's expression hardened, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features as he addressed the manager. Despite his irritation, he made a conscious effort to maintain a pleasant smile.

"It's right here. You're looking right at it," he stated firmly.

"H-huh? What do you mean? I can't see it, it's too dark," the manager replied, his nerves palpable in his shaky voice.

"Right... you can't see it, can you?" Suguru responded calmly, his tone chillingly detached, colder than the night air itself.

In a split second, Suguru's demeanor shifted entirely as he swiftly withdrew the knife from his yukata, slashing at the manager's eyes with a vicious precision. Blood sprayed in all directions, painting the alley in a macabre display.

The manager's piercing scream pierced the night air, echoing off the walls of the alley as agony consumed him.

Suguru's sadistic smile widened as he watched the manager, blood dripping from the gory wound where his eyes once were.

"How about now? Can you see it?" Suguru taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he reveled in the manager's suffering. He slowly swiping the blood that got on his face.

The manager's screams pierced the night air, a gut-wrenching symphony of pain and terror.

"W-what did you do?! Aaarghh my eyes!!" he cried out, his words choked with anguish.

Satoru stood frozen for a moment, his mind struggling to process the horrific scene unfolding before him. Then, with a surge of adrenaline, he snapped into action, lunging forward to push Suguru against the wall with a forceful grip.

"What have you done, Suguru?!" Satoru demanded, his voice laced with a mixture of shock and anger

Suguru scoffed dismissively, his gaze hardening as he met Satoru's incredulous expression.

"I don't like how he stares at you," Suguru retorted, his tone defiant and unapologetic.

"Yeah, but! But! You can't just slash his eyes like that!" Satoru protested, his voice tinged with desperation and disbelief.

Ignoring Satoru's objections, Suguru forcefully pushed his hand away and spun them around, pinning Satoru against the wall with a firm grip.

"So you think it's okay if he looking at Y/n like that?" Suguru questioned, his voice cold and unwavering, his eyes boring into Satoru with an intensity that left no room for argument.

"Think about it, Satoru," Suguru continued, his voice cutting through the tense silence. "How many times has he stared at Y/n like that? Who knows what he did to her! For years! He's been taking advantage of her!"

Satoru felt a surge of rage coursing through him, his breath coming out in heavy pants as he grappled with the realization of the manager's predatory behavior towards Y/n.

In an instant, Satoru snapped, his pent-up frustration and anger boiling over. His face contorted with barely contained wrath as he thought of all the times the manager had harassed and humiliated Y/n. His fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms as his adrenaline surged, causing his veins to bulge visibly beneath his skin.

"How dare he," Satoru growled, his voice low and menacing. The mere thought of the manager leering at Y/n's beautiful, sacred form filled him with an uncontrollable rage.

Suguru smirked in satisfaction as he watched the realization dawn on Satoru's face. His own eyes darkened, a primal intensity simmering beneath the surface as he tapped into his animalistic instincts.

"Right..." Suguru replied, his voice low and encouraging as he nodded in agreement with Satoru's burgeoning anger.

Releasing his grip on Satoru, Suguru handed the knife to him, his touch gentle as he softly rubbed Satoru's hand in a gesture of solidarity.

"Here, let's just erase him quickly, yeah?" Suguru suggested, his tone calm yet resolute, a silent promise of vengeance lingering in the air.

They turned their gaze towards the manager, who was desperately groping the wall in a futile attempt to escape. His panicked screams echoed off the alley walls, pleading for help from anyone who might hear. The blood running down his eyes

"Help! Help me, anyone! They're trying to kill me!" he cried out, his voice laced with terror and desperation.

"Quickly, Satoru, he's trying to escape," Suguru urged, his voice urgent as he gestured towards the manager's frantic attempts to flee.

"But how?" Satoru questioned, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Suguru seized the back of the manager's shirt, yanking him back with a brutal force that caused the man to choke. He dragged him deeper into the alley, throwing him against the wall with a cold disregard.

Taking hold of Satoru's hand, Suguru guided it to the man's neck, pressing the blade of the knife against his throat.

"Here, it's the throat. Just slice it," Suguru instructed, his voice devoid of emotion. "You don't like his screams, right? Don't worry, I'll hold him down so he won't move."

Satoru's hand shook uncontrollably, torn between his instincts and his lingering hesitation. Sensing his turmoil, Suguru moved closer, his touch gentle as he tried to calm Satoru's trembling hand.

"Shh... it's okay," Suguru murmured soothingly, his voice a soft whisper in Satoru's ear. "Just do it quickly. He won't feel the pain anymore. Besides, it's to protect Y/n, right?"

With a tender kiss to the back of Satoru's neck, Suguru offered reassurance, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos of their dark intentions.

"Now," Suguru uttered with chilling finality.

Satoru moved with practiced precision, smoothly slicing the manager's throat with a swift motion. The wall behind them became a canvas of horror, painted with the manager's blood in stark contrast to the darkness of the alley.

The blood continued to gush from the throat, spurting in all directions in a macabre display of violence. With a swift motion, Suguru pulled Satoru back, shielding him from the gruesome spray to ensure his pristine appearance remained untouched by the carnage.

They stared at the lifeless body slowly draining of blood, a silent testament to their ruthless actions.

Suguru gently turned Satoru's body to face him, his hand tenderly swiping at Satoru's cheeks, which bore the splashes of blood from the gruesome scene.

"You've got it on your face," Suguru murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the echoes of the alley.

Bringing his face closer to Satoru's, Suguru delicately extended his tongue, methodically licking the blood from Satoru's cheek. The sensation caused Satoru to whimper, his face flushing red with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

"What are you doing..." Satoru breathed out, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Suguru pulled away, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity.

"I'm cleaning you," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

"I'm proud of you, you're doing great. You just saved Y/n's life, you know?" Suguru's voice was filled with genuine admiration, a rare display of praise from him.

Satoru's cheeks flushed with pride at Suguru's words. "Not without you," he mumbled shyly, his gaze shifting away.

Suguru chuckled softly at Satoru's bashfulness. "What are we going to do with him?" Satoru asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Just leave him behind," Suguru shrugged casually, as if disposing of a problem was as simple as tossing it aside.

"But what if the police find him? Oh my god, are we going to get arrested?!" Satoru's panic began to escalate, his mind racing with thoughts of impending consequences.

Suguru couldn't help but laugh at Satoru's frantic reaction, finding amusement in his partner's distress. He reached out, patting Satoru's head affectionately.

"Of course not! They won't arrest us. They won't find us. We're painting, remember?" he reassured him, his tone calm and confident.

They finally arrived at Y/n's house, the weight of the night heavy on their shoulders. Exhaustion coursed through their bodies, and all they wanted was to collapse onto Y/n's bed, her presence a comforting beacon in the darkness.

With cautious steps, they entered her bedroom, tiptoeing silently to avoid waking her from her slumber. The soft glow of the moon cast gentle shadows across the room, adding to the serene atmosphere.

As Y/n slept soundly, her breathing steady and tranquil, Satoru and Suguru exchanged a silent glance, their shared understanding speaking volumes without a word spoken. With careful movements, they settled beside her on the soft mattress, their presence like a shield of warmth in the cool darkness of the room.

Satoru's arms wrapped around Y/n, his touch gentle yet firm, as if he were safeguarding her from any harm that dared to intrude upon her peaceful slumber. Suguru, with a soft smile playing on his lips, mirrored his companion's actions, laying beside Y/n and running his fingers through her hair with a tender caress.

As they lay there, bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, a sense of tranquility enveloped them, cocooning them in a sanctuary of serenity. The weight of the night's events began to lift, replaced by an overwhelming sense of calmness and contentment in each other's presence.

With their eyes closed and their breathing synchronized with Y/n's, they surrendered to the embrace of sleep, their hearts beating in unison as they embarked on a journey into the realm of dreams together. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the bond they shared and the comfort they found in each other's arms.

You yawn and rub your eyes, slowly waking from your deep slumber. As you stretch your tired muscles, you can't shake off the feeling of a lingering dream.

Glancing at the clock, you see that it's almost 8, and a wave of panic washes over you. You shake Suguru and Satoru, urging them to wake up.

"Guys, guys..! Wake up! It's almost 8!" you exclaim, your voice laced with urgency.

"Mhhmm...it's fine, we don't have to leave..we're just gonna vanish soon," Satoru mumbles sleepily, his words a hazy mix of dreams and reality.

Suguru opens his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting yours as he pulls you back into bed, enveloping you in his arms. The unexpected gesture catches you off guard, and your heart races in response. Satoru follows suit, joining the embrace and pulling you closer. Now, you find yourself sandwiched between them, surrounded by their warmth and comforting presence.

You sigh as you surrender to their embrace, but then your nose catches a whiff of something fishy in the air.

"I'm sorry for being rude, but you guys don't smell good. Like... I don't know, a metallic smell?" you scrunch your nose in distaste.

Hearing your comment, their bodies tense up.

"Ouch! You hurt my feelings!" Satoru pouts.

"I think it's time for us. We're going to vanish soon," Suguru says solemnly.

Suddenly, a blinding light envelops you, and they're gone.

"Oh, just like that?"

Now you are all alone in bed. You lazily wake up and walk to your studio to look at their painting.

As you gaze at the canvas, you feel something different, like it has changed somehow.

But it takes you a few minutes to realize.

Your hand gently touches the canvas.

"Huh? I don't remember drawing blood here?"

So..how was it? Is it good enough? Im kinda feel insecure writing this actually..

They use google maps btw, they exist in jjk world..right?

Thanks for the notes, reblogs make me feel more appreaciated<3

Tags: @ceramic-raven @beastofthetrees @r0ckst4rjk @gothiccwhore666 @barryatsumu

[starrysharks]

which reassassination character was the hardest to design?

kranken for sure. to me there are 2 phases of reassassination - the "purple and green" phase from around mid 2021 - early 2022, where the story was very underdeveloped, and the "black and red" phase (the current phase) where the story is fully developed and the project as a whole is edgier with a more defined aesthetic. octavia and kranken (then savory) were the only characters of the purple and green phase, and here are their very first designs -

as you can see octavia has barely changed while savory and kranken are like night and day! i think it's because it was hard to make a good recognisable silhouette for him, especially as i started adding more characters (i felt that onion specifically held way too much resemblance to savory at some point.)

as the years went by savory changed almost every time i drew him - he became more desaturated, his age changed from mid 20s to early 30s, he got taller, style changed, etc etc... meanwhile the most everyone else got was slightly different shapes and color palletes lol. i was really directionless at the time and of course my skill limitations stopped me from drawing him the way i'd truly want to.

eventually we got a somewhat consistent set of design traits in order - a freakishly tall man with a spiral motif. i think changing his hair was a big part in "finalising" his design and giving him a good contrasting silhouette with octavia - though he still needs a few tweaks to make him easier to draw - but i really couldn't decide whether i wanted him to be more formal or dishevelled, tho the scruffy look won in the end lol ^_^

it's funny, he was as hard of a character to design as he was to write! if you don't know much about kranken, some of his primary character traits are instability, overthinking and frequent moodswings, caused by trauma both physical and mental (DIY lobotomies, literally drilling a nail into his head, and other stuff i can't talk about cuz it's too spoilery). i had no clue how to write his personality properly and had to write through about 3 slightly different personas (one more serious, one more erratic, one more creepy/peverted) - his current persona is a bit of a mix of all three. he's been through a lot in every category :P

(also the easiest character to design and write was onion. probably because they fall into a pretty simple trope of a nerdy sidekick, which was easy to write off of and subvert a little lol)

[cryingpariah]

Been thinking about this meme and how funny it would be if this wasn’t just a Doflamingo thing but a widespread belief among the upper echelon of the Underworld. Like illegal weapon dealings, creating child soldiers, the whole slave trade thing? Totally normal and fair game!It’s not called the Underworld for no reason! Giving a minor alcohol though? They act like they just finished teaching Sunday School.

Like I’m just imaging them celebrating something probably horrible and some poor waiter accidentally brings Jackie a flute of champagne. She’s about to (very politely) correct the mistake, it happens often enough and she doesn’t want to be sailing around on her arrows tipsy anyway, when a half dozen loud and over exaggerated gasps cuts through the air.

“EXCUSE ME GARÇON, DON'T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD BE CARDING THAT YOUNG LADY BEFORE SUPPLYING HER WITH THE DEVIL'S DRINK?”

“NEVER IN ALL MY DAYS- WHAT KIND OF ESTABLISHMENT IS THIS?”

“Oh my, I think we may need to speak to the manager.”

“YES WE DO NEED TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER! THE HIRING PROCESS IS CLEARLY ABYSMAL IF THEY HIRE PEVERTS TRYING TO TURN LITTLE GIRLS INTO ALCOHOLICS!”

“I’m sorry, HOW OLD YOU DO YOU PEOPLE THINK I AM?”

“Uhhhhhh 12 or something.?”

“I hope you choke Du Feld. I really do.”

“Yeah Du Feld get your shit together! She’s clearly 14!”

“Every second I spend with you people is worse than torture.”

“Awww love you too sourpuss! 💗”

“Sir Joker? Do be sure to never call me that again.”

“Jackie, head back to the ship and grab that article about the effects of illicit substances! CLEARLY these brutes need a reminder! Do you know what that champagne could do to her young developing mind?”

“Okay so alcohol is a legal substance, which you know, so I don’t know what article you’re talking about. Second, I was literally about to send the drink back-.”

(It doesn’t matter, once you get these folks started it’s damn near impossible to stop. Jackie makes sure to send the waiter back with the untouched drink, a sorry and a nice tip.)

[ladykyriaa]

It's 4 am and you know what I would love aside from Jinmao finally, officially going canon?

People knowing about Jinmao. Like imagine their reactions if they knew that the creepy poison obsessed gremlin that they knew of managed to bag one of the if not, the hottest most beautiful nymph to have ever existed

What more the aforementioned gremlin is currently chasing one the crystal palace ladies, smiling like a peverted old man "why won't you let mE HAVE A BIT OF YOUR SALIVA" "leaVE ME tHE FuCK aLONE"