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[anaskunk]

LETS GO JUST FOUND OUT HENRY KISSINGER DIED ON MY BIRTHDAY

LIKE I KNEW HE WAS DEAD I DIDNT KNOW HE DIED ON MY BIRTHDAY

[mrsvante]

The Long Game II

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: sugar daddy au, yandere joonie, angst

summary: namjoon listens as you talk about your future like it doesn’t already belong to him. there’s nowhere you can go that he won’t follow. nothing you can want that he won’t give you.

and no version of your life that doesn’t have his name carved into the center of it.

warnings: smuuuuuut 🍒💦, yandere namjoon, obsessed & in love, manipulative behavior, light threat of violence, public sex (semi public bathroom), dom namjoon 😮‍💨, possessiveness, soft control, oral (her receiving), fingering, anal play, unprotected sex (no glove no love), choking 😏, praise kink 🫠, breeding kink 😵‍💫, overstimulation, mention of tracking/surveillance (light), luxurious af✨

word count: 2,825

Namjoon sits across from you, watching, listening.

The restaurant hums with low conversation, the clink of glasses, the faint strains of a piano playing something expensive in the background. The candlelight bathes your skin in a golden glow, your smile loose and happy, eyes bright from the expensive wine you’ve been sipping all night.

You deserve this.

You deserve the luxury, the indulgence, the endless gifts that he showers you with. You deserve to be pampered, spoiled, worshiped. And tonight, as you celebrate the end of your academic career, Namjoon ensures you get nothing less than perfection.

Your fingers toy with the stem of your glass as you ramble about your future, excitement lacing your voice as you speak about job prospects, new experiences, fresh starts. He lets you talk, content to watch, to listen.

Then, you say it.

“…I’ve been thinking about moving.”

His grip on his glass tightens.

You say it so casually, as if the idea isn’t absurd, as if you haven’t just put a knife to his throat and asked him to swallow the blade.

“Where to?” His voice is smooth, steady, betraying none of the alarm slithering through his veins.

You shrug. “Not sure yet. Maybe Busan? Incheon? Maybe even overseas if I find the right opportunity.” You take another sip of wine, oblivious to the way his pulse beats against his throat. “I just wanna go somewhere new. Try something different.”

Something cold and ugly curls in his chest.

You’re his. There is no version of your life where you exist outside of his reach. The thought of you leaving—of you slipping away from the world he’s carefully built around you—is unacceptable. Impossible.

But Namjoon has spent years perfecting the art of restraint.

He nods, lifting his glass to his lips. “That sounds exciting.”

Your face lights up. “Right?”

He reaches across the table, his fingers brushing over yours, the weight of his touch grounding, binding. “You should go wherever makes you happy,” he murmurs, watching the way you preen under his approval.

And then, after a beat, he winks, “You’ll never be too far from my reach anyway.”

You laugh, a small, airy thing, as if you think he’s joking.

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When you excuse yourself to the bathroom, Namjoon doesn’t miss the way the waiter watches you leave, his gaze lingering too long, his admiration too obvious. The sight of it stirs something dark in him, something possessive and territorial, something that demands correction.

When the man returns with the dessert menu, Namjoon doesn’t look at it. Instead, he leans back in his chair, one hand resting against his thigh, the other toying with his fork.

“I saw you looking at her. I understand, she is captivating.”

The waiter blinks, caught off guard. “I—”

Namjoon hums, rolling the fork between his fingers, the tines glinting under the dim lighting. “You should be more careful.” His voice is quiet, almost gentle, but there’s an undercurrent of something lethal beneath it.

The waiter’s hands tighten around the menu. “Sir, I didn’t mean—”

Namjoon tilts his head, studying him, amusement curling at the edge of his lips. “I believe you.” He places the fork down with a soft clink against the plate. “But the next time you linger, I might not.”

The waiter swallows, his face paling.

Namjoon smiles, slow and sharp. “Do you understand?”

The man nods quickly.

Namjoon exhales, pleased. “Good.” Then, as if the moment never happened, he lifts the menu. “I’ll have the soufflé. She’ll order hers when she returns, make sure they’re served together.”

And with that, he stands, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve as he follows after you.

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The moment he steps into the bathroom, he finds you at the sink, back to him, fingers delicately touching up your lipstick in the mirror. You don’t hear him at first, too preoccupied with your reflection, and the sight of your exposed nape, your bare shoulders, the curve of your ass beneath the silky material of your dress—it’s enough to break whatever remains of his patience.

He steps forward.

You barely have time to react before his hands are on you—yanking up your dress, shoving your panties down to your ankles in one swift motion.

You gasp, hands bracing against the counter. “Joon—”

He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t let you tease, doesn’t let you deny him, doesn’t let you do anything but feel.

His hands grip your hips as he sinks to his knees behind you, his tongue pressing flat against your soaked heat, his mouth opening over you with a hunger that borders on desperation.

You tremble, fingers curling around the edge of the sink. “Fuck—someone could walk in.”

Namjoon smirks against your skin, his lips brushing against your clit. “And?” His voice is dark, hushed. “Let them.”

And then he ruins you.

His tongue is slow, deliberate, teasing in the way he flicks it over your sensitive bud, in the way he licks into you, dragging obscene, wet sounds from your body. Your knees nearly buckle, a strangled moan slipping from your lips as he grips you tighter, keeping you in place as he feasts.

Then his fingers make their appearance—one pressing inside, then two, curling just right, stroking that spot that makes you cry out. But he doesn’t stop there. He slides his other hand higher, his thumb circling your tightest hole, pressing just enough to make your breath catch.

You tense, your head falling back, “Joon—” you plead, breathless.

“Relax, princess,” he murmurs, his tongue stroking slow circles around your clit. “Let me take care of you.”

And you do.

You let him have you, let him stretch you, let him take every part of you like he’s entitled to it.

And when you finally dissolve into bliss, body shaking, and your moans spilling freely into the empty space, he doesn’t let you go.

Not yet.

He spins you around, hoisting you onto the counter, parting your thighs with large, firm hands. You’re still dazed when he unzips himself, lines his cock up with your glistening sex, when he thrusts inside the plush heaven of your pussy in one brutal stroke.

You cry out, back arching against the mirror.

“Shh,” he breathes against your ear, his hips snapping against yours, deep and deliberate. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

Your walls clench around him, and he grins. “Or maybe you do.”

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath stutter. “My perfect princess,” he murmurs, his lips trailing over every inch of you he can reach without disconnecting. “No matter where you go. No matter what you do.”

His movements grow erratic, his restraint unraveling.

He fucks you through not one but two orgasms before you start begging, your body too sensitive, your voice breaking. “Joon—please—too much.”

He hushes you, doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. “One more, baby,” he pleads, voice tight, desperate. “Just one more for me, please.”

And when he finally lets go, when he spills inside you with a guttural groan, he doesn’t move right away. He just breathes, basking in the way you tremble beneath him.

After composing yourselves, you return to the table like nothing happened.

Namjoon watches you order dessert, watches you sip your wine, blissfully unaware of the way the waiter avoids his gaze.

You think you have choices. That your future is unwritten.

How perfectly naive of you.

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The car door barely clicks shut before you melt against him, your body warm and pliant in his arms. He guides you onto his lap, the scent of your perfume mingling with the heady remnants of wine on your breath as you bury your face into his neck.

“So good to me,” you murmur, lips brushing his skin. “No one treats me like you do, baby.”

He exhales slowly, savoring the way you nuzzle into him. His fingers trace slow, appreciative lines along your spine, his free hand reaching to roll up the partition.

Privacy is a luxury he can always afford, and right now, he wants nothing between you and him.

Your lips find his jaw, your hands moving, wandering, seeking. His breath stutters when your fingers brush over the expensive fabric of his slacks, palming him lazily before unbuckling his belt and slipping beneath the waistband.

Namjoon’s head tilts back against the seat, his hands fisting into the silk of your dress as you stroke him.

Your touch is warm, teasing, and just shy of merciless. You don’t rush, knowing exactly how to unravel him, how to keep him balanced on the sharpest edge of pleasure.

“Look at you,” he exhales, his voice hoarse, heavy with something deeper than lust. “Always so eager to unravel me.”

You hum, batting your lashes as you dip down, pressing kisses along his clothed chest before sliding to the floor between his legs.

And fuck—your mouth.

Namjoon chokes out a curse, his fingers threading into your hair as you take him in, swallowing him down like you were made for this. His grip tightens, holding your hair back in a makeshift ponytail, guiding you, but never forcing.

You don’t need him to.

The way you look up at him—eyes dark, hazy with desire—makes his chest throb, makes his stomach tighten with something that isn’t just lust but something far more dangerous. How could you ever think he wouldn’t fall in love with you? When you look at him like that, when you treat him like this. Like he’s the only man in the world.

Namjoon groans, head tipping forward to watch as you work him over, your lips stretched around his cock, your tongue lapping at the underside in slow, languid strokes. His breath turns ragged, his hips flexing despite himself, pleasure winding so tight in his stomach it’s almost unbearable.

“Shit, baby,” he rasps, the heat in his veins turning molten. “You’re gonna make me—”

The words die on his tongue as his orgasm sneaks up on him, his muscles locking, his hold tightening in your hair as he spills into your mouth just as the car rolls to a stop.

Namjoon barely has time to steady his breathing before the door opens.

You rise with a lazy smile, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb before stepping out of the car like you didn’t just pull his soul from his body. He follows after you, smoothing his shirt, forcing himself to school his expression as the doorman greets him.

The private elevator ride is quiet, save for the soft chime of each passing floor.

You press into him, your fingers curling into his jacket, your lips ghosting over the corner of his mouth. He hums in contentment, his palm splaying against the small of your back, grounding you both in the moment.

The doors slide open, revealing the expanse of his penthouse, his domain, his sanctuary. He guides you inside, his hands moving with quiet intent, undoing the delicate clasps of your dress, unzipping the fabric, peeling it away inch by inch.

By the time he presses you against the floor to ceiling windows, you are bare—gloriously so—bathed in the glow of the city lights, a goddess made flesh beneath his hands.

Namjoon exhales slowly, his fingers tracing paths over your skin, paying homage to every dip, every curve. His lips follow, pressing kisses along your shoulder, down the slope of your spine.

“You are perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick, his hands spanning your waist as his cock presses against your flushed entrance. “Do you know that?”

You whimper as he pushes inside, the stretch drawing a gasp from your lips, your fingers pressing against the glass.

And then—he moves.

He takes his time, fucking you slow, deep, deliberate, drawing pleasure from you like it’s his life’s purpose. Each thrust is punctuated with whispered words of devotion, his grip firm yet tender, his touch bordering on worship.

“Such a good girl for me.”

“I’m yours.”

“I’ll give you the world if you ask for it.”

His control fractures as you tighten around him, your moans breathless, needy, your body arching to meet his. He reaches between you, fingers circling your clit, coaxing you closer to the edge.

Your climax is glorious, your body trembling, your nails scraping against the glass as you cry out his name. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter, fucking you through it, coaxing another peak from you before you can even catch your breath.

“It’s too much,” you whimper, but Namjoon only shushes you, pressing kisses along your shoulder, his pace unrelenting.

“One more,” he pleads, his voice strained, desperate. “One more, sweetheart.”

“G-Greedy man,” You laugh, stuttering with pleasure.

And then finally, he lets go, his release crashing over him, his forehead pressing against the crook of your neck as he cums, filling you, claiming you in every way that matters.

The world stills.

Namjoon stays there, pressed against you, his lips brushing over your temple, your jaw, the shell of your ear.

Mine, he thinks. You are mine.

He helps you get your footing with patient hands, gentle kisses, and quiet reassurances.

Though the moment is far from over.

Even as you tremble in his arms, still gasping from the aftershocks, Namjoon isn’t finished with you.

Not yet.

He exhales, dragging his lips over your damp skin, relishing in the way your pussy still clenches around him, trying to keep him, as if your own body understands what your mind refuses to acknowledge—you belong to him.

His hands skim over your thighs, up your waist, tracing delicate lines of possession as he slowly pulls out of you. The loss makes you whimper, and Namjoon soothes you with a hushed murmur, gathering you against his chest before effortlessly lifting you from where you’d been pinned to the window.

You curl into him instinctively, pliant in his arms as he carries you through the vast penthouse, your legs hooking around his waist, your lips pressing sleepy kisses against his throat.

He hums at the sensation, cradling you closer as he steps into his bedroom, the city lights casting soft shadows across the dark sheets of his bed.

Gently, he lays you down, trailing kisses along your collarbone, your jaw, the curve of your cheek. His hands move with quiet appreciation, smoothing over your skin, kneading at your muscles as he settles between your legs once more.

“You’re not done with me?” you ask, voice groggy, teasing.

Namjoon merely smiles, brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

Your laughter is soft, indulgent, as if you know exactly what you do to him.

But the moment you feel him again, hot and heavy against your thigh, your amusement fades into something breathless, something needy.

He takes his time with you, moving slow, deep, making love to you in a way that leaves no room for doubt. His, and he intends to remind you of that with every stroke, every kiss, every whispered word.

You try to keep up, try to match his pace, but he’s relentless in his worship. His hands holding you steady, his mouth pressing warm, lingering kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

He praises you.

Whispers how perfect you are.

How much he adores you.

How proud he is of you.

You fall apart for him again, body shuddering beneath his, and even then, he doesn’t stop. Not until he feels your body go slack beneath him, spent and boneless, your soft moans turning into quiet sighs , then nothing at all.

Namjoon watches as your breathing evens out, as your lashes flutter closed, as you slip into the deepest of sleeps, wrapped in his sheets, in his scent, in him.

Perfect.

He exhales, pressing one last kiss to your temple before carefully untangling himself from you. You murmur in protest, but his hand smooths over your back, lulling you back into sleep as he reaches for his phone.

He leans against the headboard, scrolling through unread emails, dismissing anything unimportant before crafting new messages of his own.

To different directors of different divisions within MONOLITH.

Requesting job listings.

Opportunities.

He listened to you all night, nodding along as you spoke about your future, your plans. The idea of moving, of starting fresh somewhere new. You’d said it so easily, as if it were nothing, as if the idea of leaving him didn’t make his blood run cold.

But Namjoon is nothing if not patient.

If you want to move, he will make that happen. If you want new opportunities, he will open doors for you. He will carve out a path for you so meticulously that you won’t even realize you were always meant to stay within his orbit.

He stares at you, curled up beside him, wrapped up in his world and smiles.

Because no matter where you go, no matter what you do. You’ll never be too far from his reach.

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[meowhara]

Mafia!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader

tw : Death, violence, mention of rape, abuse, a little bit gorey

synopsis : He welcomes you into his home but at what cost?

author's note : Fun fact I already wrote a 3k+ words sequel about Miguel being a totally adorable sweetheart for the reader. But do I like it? Nah, violence is so much better. Sorry if this took me a while, I've been busy af

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

Your eyes flutters open as you wake up from the longest sleep you had in a while. A massive migraine hit you hard like a brick, you winces in pain as you sit back up instead of laying on your back. It took you a while for your vision to focus until you're able to see your surroundings.

Glancing around the unfamiliar room with dim light, you're amazed by how well furnished and luxurious it is. The dirty and ugly clothes that you were wearing are gone. Replaced by a clean pair of shorts and shirt that's clearly too big for you.

The thought of your terrifying captor floods back to your mind. You look around the room for your captor. The room is oddly quiet, thank god no one is here in this room with you.

Escape is the only thing that echoes in your mind as you thought of the worst possible thing to happen if you try to escape. You never met him before, you didn't even know his name. Possibilities of things that he might be planning to do to you frightens you. What if he sell you away? Or worse, what if he is going to do what your dead master wanted him to do to you?

Your eyes are locked at the door across the room, you wonder if it's locked. But it won't hurt to try and open it right? Just when you tried to crawl off the bed, you realizes how numb your legs are. "No no, what is wrong with my legs?" Whispering to no other than yourself, you wish for your legs to somehow fix itself so it wouldn't be sore anymore.

Miracle had never happened to you before so there's no time to sob and hope anything would get any better soon. Using the neatest nightstand as your support to stand up is your only choice to push yourself back on your feet. But your legs wouldn't move at all making you fall from the bed, knocking the nightstand off including a vase that was sitting on it. It fell directly to the floor and shattered into pieces.

You panicked from how loud you're being, a loud shattering noise followed by an even louder thud can be heard from the spot you're sitting now helplessly on the floor.

Less than a second later you can hear loud and firm footsteps rushing towards the room you're in. Your breath quickens as you tried to stand back up and run but you can't, your legs still wouldn't move an inch.

The door swung open followed by Miguel, panting from how fast he ran towards the room you're in right after he heard something shattered on the floor. He looked at you with his hand still resting on the doorknob then walks towards you. Your body shakes in fear as you looks up at him with your bunny ears flat back.

He let out a low chuckle as he hovers over you, "Running away already, little one? Hmmm?" He tilts his head to the side, waiting for you to say anything. Instead of replying to his question you try and crawls away from him which obviously pissed him off, "Pathetic." He hisses at you before he lift you easily off the floor and throws you back to the bed, earning a loud yelping noise from you. He tugs on your leg, giving it a tight grip. "You know if you keep this behavior up, I might just break your legs permanently so you can't escape me at all. You don't want that do you?"

Eyes widened from his words, your gaze are now focused at your numb legs. Is he the reason why you can't walk at all? What if you can't walk anymore because of him? Tears escapes your eyes as the thoughts fills your mind. "No... Please... Not my legs." You said while sobbing, hoping that he wouldn't do such a cruel thing to you.

The second he saw you crying because of him, he lets go of your leg and took a step away. Pinching on the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes to calm himself down, he starts talking to you with a softer tone. "Look I'm sorry I scared you okay? You pissed me off every single time you try to run away from me." He looks back at you only to find you sobbing over your numb legs. A remorseful sigh escaped his mouth before he walks back over to you and start massaging your legs, making you flinched in fear from his sudden affection towards you. "It's just the drug, it hasn't warn off yet that's why your legs feels numb. Soon it'll go back to normal, trust me little one." He said before he lets your legs go then strokes your head gently, trying to calm you down.

"R— really?" You asked in between sobs. He nods and wipes your tears away with his thumbs. "I know how scared you are but please just go back to sleep, you need to rest." Shaking your head, you refuses to go back to sleep. "I don't want to."

"Why not? Is there anything wrong? It's just—" A loud growling noise from your stomach interrupts the conversation. He raised his eyebrow at you, "That's it? You're hungry?" Your face flushed red from embarrassment as you nods. He walks towards the door, "Fine, let's feed you something." He paused and looks back at you, wondering why you're still sitting on the bed. You look at him before looking back at your legs. "Right, you can't walk."

His hand find it's way under your knees and the other one behind your back before he lift you up from the bed. Carrying you isn't the hardest part, to be gentle and to not scare you off is. He carries you towards the dining room as you glances around his house, amazed. You've never been anywhere like his mansion before. Expensive paintings are hanging on the walls and other elegant decorations sits perfectly taken care of under his roof. How much money does he usually make starts to make you wonder. Countless of his men walks around the house, either just to chill and relax or working on something he asked them to do.

Multiple tall pillars stands firm up to the ceiling and the floor are made by fine and expensive marbles. Massive windows that are four times taller than you are covered with massive silver curtains, opened wide to allow sunlight in. "I can see that you enjoying the inside of my mansion." He said with so much pride before the two of you enters the dining room. He sat you down on one of the chair on the long ends of the table in the dining room.

The dining room is also luxurious and well furnished as well. With the long dining table in the middle of the room with at least a dozen of chairs to sit on. Multiple crystal chandeliers are hanging from the ceiling to lit up the entire room with some candelabras to decorate the table with candles lighting up on it. A fire place at one end of the room and a large expensive painting hanging on the other.

He sat down at the other end of the table, an arm chair prepared especially for the host or the hostess of the house. One of his servant poured him a glass of fine wine for him before walking over to your direction and did the same for you. He sips the wine right away and waits for you to do so, "Go on, try it." You look over to him nervously before taking the glass slowly with your hand and took a sip. Your bunny ears flinches from the taste of it, it's not like it tastes bad or anything it's just that you're not used to drink anything alcoholic before.

He secretly love the way you react towards the absurd taste of wine that you just tried for the first time. "Do you like it?" He asked before he took another sip, enjoying the taste of it. He has his own expensive and rare alcoholic drinks collection that he would pour for himself whenever he feel stressed and whenever he needs to relax.

"I... I like it."

"You do? Good. Pour her another glass."

"No need! I— I mean..."

You're looking for an excuse so you don't have to drink another drop of that weird redish liquid as he raised his eyebrow at you from the end of the table.

"Don't you think giving a little thing like her something alcoholic then forcing her to like it is a little bit too much, Miguel?" A lady with short brown hair waltz into the dinning room with a black shade heart framed glasses rested on her head. She walks closer to you and cupped your cheek with her hand, "Didn't know you have a thing for adorable being like her." She turn your head from side to side to get a better look of your face before touching one of your bunny ears. You flinched and whimpers from her touch, "She's sensitive huh? Are you into those fucked up kinks where you get to own one of these expensive living toys?" She teased him then let your face go but she set her eyes on you, still wondering how did a sweet thing like you ended up with such a dangerous person like him.

He let out an aggressive huff, he seems unfazed by her endless personal and frontal questions. She turned to look at him to annoy him even more, "So, have you two fu—"

"Lyla!" He roared, his voice is loud and clear across the massive dinning room. Lyla didn't flinch from Miguel's roar instead she gave him a mocking smile, "Is that a no, or...?" She paused and looks over to your direction only to find you trembling badly in your seat with your bunny ears and eyes down to avoid any eye contact. She can tell that you're very uncomfortable and scared of Miguel. Concerned by your behavior, she wants to pity you but she knew very well that she couldn't help you to find any way out to escape from him. When Miguel wanted something he'll do anything within his power to achieve it for himself and when possessiveness got the better of him, he will rip anyone into shreds if they dare to touch anything that belongs to him. Unfortunately in this case, you belongs to him.

"Forget it." She walks out from the dinning room, Miguel let out a loud sigh then taking a deep breath to calm himself down. His eyes are now focused back on you while you shift uncomfortably in your seat. No matter how much you tried you still can't understand his intention towards you.

It felt like eternity before one of his servant walks out from the kitchen with two plates of steak prepared and cooked by his professional chef that he hired to cook for his daily meals. Meaty products are not your first choice when it comes to food, it's not like your body is able to digest it anyway. So to have a whole ass steak in front of you isn't very appetizing for you. "You told me that you're hungry so stop being an ungrateful brat and eat your food." His insult made you gulp, hesitating whether to eat it or not.

"I don't think you should eat that, hun." You look up to see Lyla, "What the hell are you up to now?" He groans while rubbing his temple. She replaced the plate of steak with a bowl with varieties of fruit inside. You can feel your mouth water as you look at the cut up fruit in awe.

"Bunnies don't eat meat, you know?" She sneered at Miguel and sat down beside you to watch you eat. With a happy smile on your face, you start munching on the bowl of fruit that Lyla gave you. Miguel opens his mouth to complain but closed it back right away. He could feel like there's something wrong with him, somehow that smile of yours made his heart flutter. He never felt like this before, could something as simple as someone's smile can really make him happy? He thought to himself. The thought itself makes him wants to own you even more, to keep you here by his side forever.

He finishes his meal before standing up and left without saying anything to the both of you. Lyla shrugged, thinking that he's just pissed about the whole situation. You finished your meal a little while after him and after that Lyla help to escort you back to your room.

Hours later you woke up to some loud noises from the first floor of Miguel's mansion. This time, you're able to get up on your own feet. Curiosity got the better of you as you walks towards the bedroom door. To your surprise it opens right away with none of his men in front of your door. The whole mansion is suddenly quiet, you took it as an opportunity to run away. So you walk out from your bedroom and walks down the stairs until you reach the first floor.

His mansion is too big for you to figure out any exit, so you ended up wandering down the hall with lots of doors to your left and right. Your sensitive bunny ears fliches and stood straight up when you heard footsteps walking towards your direction so you rushed to hide inside of one of the room in that hall. You hurried to enter a random room then close the door as quiet as you can. The room you're in is pitch black with no window for sunlight to enter.

"Who the hell are you working for?!" You can hear Miguel shouting in anger from the other side of the door. The door slammed open before Miguel threw a man you've never met before into the room you're in. "You won't tell me? Fine. I'll make you tell me everything I wanted to know." You hid behind a pile of boxes as you watch the man struggling to even defend himself from Miguel's brutal force against him.

He signalled his second in command to tie the poor man on a chair before he began torturing him. Blow after blow landed on the man's face, leaving noticeable bruises that'll need weeks to recover. He winces in pain as he try to endure the physical abuse Miguel is giving to him, shutting himself up in order to protect what ever kind of information Miguel wanted to possess from him. "You're a strong one huh?" Miguel scoffed before he took a knife and carved the word "traitor" on the man's forehead, making him grunts in pain as the blood trails down from his forehead. You sat there covering your mouth with your palm with eyes wide, horrified by how cruel Miguel treats the stranger in front of you.

"After all this time I thought you're one of my most loyal men. But you're nothing but a worthless son of a bitch." Miguel spat on him, venom dripping from his words like how he mean it. "Just tell me your boss's name or I'll make the next seconds of your life a living hell." The man let out a low chuckle from Miguel's threat. "You can torture me all you want, I'm not going to tell you anything."

Miguel slapped him hard across the face, "Give me some acid." His second in command gave him a bucketful of acid and makes the tied up man struggles even more against the rope as he's looking at him in panic. "No—!" He protests. With a sadistic smirk, Miguel poured some of the acid to the man's legs. It melted through his pants before it directly melts his skin. He screams as he felt the agonizing pain on both of his legs.

Just before Miguel continue to torture him one of his subordinate walked into the room and start whispering something to him, telling him about the man's personal information including everything Miguel wanted to know about him in detail. A smirk creeps up to Miguel's face by the time his subordinate is done talking to him. "I see... Your boss was such a cunning man wasn't he? Sending a spy like you into my territory. Guess I won't be needing you anymore." He said coldly towards the tied up man before he pours the rest of the acid all over his body.

His skin burns and melts from the strong acid, melting through his clothes until there's nothing left but his bare flesh to see. Some of his bones are even able to be seen due to the absence of his flesh, melted by the acid. He kept screaming and screaming, begging Miguel to let him go. Your eyes went wide with fear and shock before looking away from the poor man as he screams in agony and pain. The smell of his burning flesh fills the room, making your stomach turn in disgust as you try to not vomit from it.

Pressing your bunny ears down against your head to muffle his screams, you ran out from the room instinctively with tears running down from your eyes. You kept running faster and faster without any clue where you're going until you accidentally bumped into one of Miguel's subordinate. Your small body crashed against his, making you fall backwards from the impact. "Woah, what are you going sweetheart?" He grabbed your wrist to help you to get back on your own feet.

A loud bang echoes from across the hallway, from the room Miguel was in. In a heartbeat, all the screams the man let out stopped. Your breath quickens even more. Miguel killed him, he killed that poor man. "Are you okay?" Without thinking you kicked him right at his groin with your strong hybrid legs, his grip loosened up on you as he groans in pain from how hard you kicked him. You pulled your hands away from him then ran past him towards the front door until you reached the road outside of Miguel's residence. "Hey get back here!" He shouted, catching the other's attention towards you.

One of them rushed to tell Miguel about your escape. Miguel's eyes went wide and his eyebrows furrows in anger when he heard you had left. "She what?! Go after her you idiots!" His men obeyed right away, they ran towards their car to go after you and drove off. Miguel does the same thing, turning his car engine on so he can have you back in his hands.

On the other side, you're running with bare feet on the side of the road. The road is empty without any sign of anyone at all. It turns out that Miguel's mansion was in the middle of nowhere, with a forest of endless trees surrounding it.

Multiple roars of engine can be heard from the distance behind you. You knew that they're coming after you just a second after you succeeded to break free and run away. You can't give up now since you've went this far against Miguel. Who knows what kind of punishment awaits you back at his mansion, what kind of pain will he inflict on you to teach you your lesson after trying to run away from him. The fear that runs in your mind is the only think that gave you the strength to keep running through the endless forest.

But what could a small bunny do against a big strong predator like him? Their car tires made some screeching noises from how hard they hit the breaks. Multiple men got out from their car and ran way faster than you, blocking your way ahead. Miguel was the last one to arrive. He stormed out from his car, slammed his car door out of rage. He stormed towards you and grabbed a fistful of your hair just when you're trying to avoid him, he drags you back into his car. "No! Let me go!" You pries on his tight grip of your hair but he's way stronger than you. He overpowered you easily and held you down in the backseat of his own car while he ordered his men to drive him back to his mansion.

"I'm very disappointed at you, little one." He growls in your ear, trapping both of your wrists in one of his massive hand and his other free hand kept a tight grip of your hair to stop you from fighting back. You sobs uncontrollably, unable to form any words out from your mouth. His mansion came into view, "I swear I'll make you regret running away from me." He continues.

The car stops, he opened the car door and kept dragging you by your hair with his subordinates following him from behind.

"Leave us, I'll take care of her."

"I'm sorry! Let me go, I'm begging you. I promise I won't runaway again!"

"Should've thought of that before you ran away from me. But you're too dumb to even think of that, aren't you?"

He brings you with him downstairs, towards what seems like a strong metal door. "What are we doing here?"

"To teach you how to behave like a good girl."

He said with a cold tone and opens the heavy door and forces you to go inside it with him. The room is dark but you can feel your feet brushing against some heavy chains of metal. He lets go of your hair and wraps his hand around your shoulder. "Sit down on the floor and be quiet, you hear me?." He ordered, waiting for you to obey his words.

You knew that he wanted you to stay here in this room as a punishment but you can't bear getting isolated just like how you did in the past. So you bit his hand that was sitting on your shoulder, hard enough for him to let go of you before running full speed towards the metal door and trying your best to push it open. The door won't even budge, it stood there tall and strong, it didn't even move a millimeter despite your effort to open it. "Was it so hard for you to just listen to me and obey?!"

He grabbed your upper arm and slammed you against the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs before putting you on chokehold and lifting your body off of the ground with his hand. "I've been very patient with you since this morning. But you've been nothing but trouble, behaving like a brat! No wonder why he treated you so badly! He should've raped you to death!" He yelled right at your face, still keeping his tight grip of your neck. You try to fight back trying to claw his hand off of you. But with no avail, his grip got even tighter.

You continue to cry as you struggles to breathe, you couldn't believe he just said that to you. Reminding you about your dead master and blamed you for all that had happened in the past. All you wanted was freedom. But these people did nothing but stole that away from you. Your body felt weak in his hand from lack of oxygen. He finally lets go of you, our body slumped weakly on the floor. You chough heavily, trying to catch some air back into your lungs. Endless tears streams out from your eyes.

He kneels before you and gripped your chin roughly to get a good look of your face. "I saved you from the world because I know how weak you are against them. One second you're out there and you might be their little plaything until the rest of your life. Think about that the next time you try to runaway from me." He took a metal collar linked with chains, connected to the wall behind you and locks it around your neck.

He stood up. Leaving your body slumped on the ground with cold concrete underneath. "Behave. Next time it will be more than just a chained collar."

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[yourlocaltreesimp]

Heyo! Can I request how the boys would react to the reader/their crush complimenting them?

- 🥣 anon

Yes you may, and welcome to the Anon list officially, officially!

PT 1: Time, Twilight, Wild

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Chain getting complimented by their crush!

Time

Stone faced on the outside- buts that’s because he’s a windows error page

But when he resets it’s literally just him melting with adoration.

He’s thinking about that for the next week, whenever you’re next to him, whenever his mind gets to quiet, whenever he’s close to falling asleep.

“Hey Time?” Your curious voice was hushed as most other members of the chain were sleeping, and judging from your own sleepy voice, you weren’t too far.

“Yes?” He shifted over slightly to get a better look at you, sprawled out over your bedroll and propped up by an arm. The fire’s glow did you well, painting your in warmth and gold.

“That’s it- I just wanted to see your face. G’night” And just like that, you were peacefully asleep. He, however, could do anything but. He was unaware of courting in your universe, unaware of what that ment for him and his yearning for which he thought was one-sided. But he was glad the others couldn’t see the smile he let crack his face, hand the way he carefully tucked you in.

Twilight

He skips the mental reset and goes straight to panicking.

Look, he was down bad before- he’s worse now.

Twilight couldn’t find anywhere else to rest his eyes except on you as you sat, a colony of stray ordon cats gathered around you. You tried your hardest to give them all equal attention, much as you did the group, but one crawled it’s way into your lap, garnering your attention. He didn’t know he could be jealous of a cat.

“I love being here.” His head soared to hear that you to loved his home, its charm outweighing any possible doubts you had in your mint

“Glad to hear that” He so badly wanted to say more as the silence lingered, but your content smile persuaded him into simply letting it be.

“I wanna live somewhere like here someday. Hell- I even might stay here if you aren’t sick of me by the end of all this” You looked up and his heart caught, he managed a shy smile as he wringed his hands out nervously. As if he could ever be sick of you- the mere thought was atrocious. “I wouldn’t mind staying here for you” If his cheeks weren’t red before, he could guarantee they were now.

Wild

There’s a few things you compliment him on that he’s suave af about. His scar, however is not one of them.

It makes him feel lesser. Reminds him of his shortcomings

Compliment that and this man is sold. Not only are you interested in him, but you’re interested in all of him. Not just the champion that he was dubbed

It was the forth or fifth time he caught you staring, your eyes lingering on his face. Now that’s not so say he didn’t like your attention, no, but he was starting to wonder.

“Why do you keep staring at me”

“I’m not staring at you” Your unassuming response gets an amused huff out of him “I’m admiring” The way you stressed the word made adrenaline deep into his blood in a way he was familiarly unfamiliar with- something only you could do to him.

“What is there to admire?” He looked down at himself, he was in his usual ensemble of clothing, his hair done the same way as usual, so what was it that caught you?

“Your scar” Oh? Oh. His mind was quiet, you were quiet. Of course the most radiant thing to walk the earth finally noticed his normality. Finally noticed his insufficiency. Finally noticed he’s a fa- “I like it” What? “It’s so… you. I hadn’t realised how well it fits your face. I wish whatever happened didn’t happen, yeah…” Your voice trailed off in an enraptured trial. Enough to leave his mind drawing blanks “But I think I like you more this way” You smiled, satisfied with your words and went back to what you were supposed to be doing while he could do anything but. The most precious person he’s met not only appreciates his most ugly and unworthy parts, but loves him more because of them… That was a concept he’d need to ponder.

[obriengf]

Forbidden Cloth || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Stiles uncovers a strong disdain for Ugly Christmas Sweaters. Words: 1k Warnings: just stiles being cute af so don't read if you're not into that Notes: guys i rambled so much in this

hope he's bringing me love this christmas cause i deserve you here ✩

"Do you like my sweater?" Your voice carried such sweetness; an innocence that made a young man's heart swell with an overwhelming warmth. With that tone, you could get away with whatever you wanted and he would be right behind you, following every move, your cheerleader for life. You stood in his kitchen doorway, arms stretched between the dark wooden arches, a sense of 'ta-da' shown on the high upturn of your smile and showman's stance. And Stiles would have happily played along - singing your praises, throwing compliments - if it wasn't for the hideous fabric gracing your frame. His face dropped; speechlessness weighing down his tongue, brows furrowed and head tilted as he was truly lost with what to say. Your sweater soon absorbed every ounce of his focus and Stiles hated it. Truly, absolutely hated it. His jaw moved as words gathered yet remained unspoken, until, in candid Stiles' fashion, he let his mouth run before he could think it through, "What the hell is that?" Your brows furrowed, only mildly taken aback by his outright and unfiltered way of finally speaking. You hummed, "What are you on about?" Your question was rhetorical, to you at least, knowing full well that the itchy and bright bundle of fabric that you wore was anything but appealing. But you couldn't help yourself - messing around with the awkward mess that was your boyfriend was something that never failed to put a smile on your face. With pursed lips, you gazed down at your sweater, trying your hardest to not visibly cringe at the exaggerated embellishments. You hummed once more as faux naiveness contorted your features, "You don't like my sweater, baby?"

"I-I..." Stiles mumbled, trepidation sneaking inside his thoughts, trying to convince him to avoid offence. But the thing about Stiles Stilinski, even though he is the epitome of support and determination, he also has a bad habit of forgetting to filter his opinions before they escape his busy mind. "Like it? But it's so... so ugly."

It was quick when you saw his eyes widen; large warm irises of brown complementing his raised brows and ajar jaw. It was as if the mere second the words left his lips, Stiles realised what he said, and how much trouble he could be in. A deer caught in headlights, frozen and unmoving despite the rapid racing of his heart as it reverberated in his chest. He was potentially, and utterly, screwed.

"Wait, you think it's ugly?" You repeated his words, shot them straight back with a delicate timbre as your hands ran down the sides of the mismatched patterned wool. Stiles was looking worried now, and your capacity for games was wearing thin when you could see how he was beginning to pale. You managed a chuckle, filled with light and sincerity, as you began making your way toward him, "Good thing that was the whole point."

He watched you snort, his face dumbfounded, amusement breaking at the seams as his brows rose and the corners of his lips lifted in absolute puzzlement. His body was tense as he had braced himself for the blowback of how his unfiltered words could have caused harm, how they could have made you sad and insecure. He would never hurt you, not intentionally, and the guilt was hasty when it seeped deep into his bones and set every alert and emotion alight.

But now he was staring at you and that beautiful smile that was burnt in the back of his mind - living there rent-free, happily, most likely for the rest of his life. And by god, did it make him smile back with just as much joviality.

"I-I don't... baby, if you don't like it, why are you wearing it?" His words laughed but remained quiet as you got closer. It took everything for him to not come face to face with the bright and retched cloth in front of him as he opted to instead stand, eventually towering over your shorter frame, his hands large and delicate as they cupped your cheeks so habitually. Thumbs rubbed tentatively against skin; the touch was barely felt, but it was enough to provoke a red blush to gather where Stiles trailed.

You went to speak but froze in place - his childish gaze making you melt into the backdrop of your Christmas-covered apartment, always so mesmerised after all this time spent together. He had an effect on you, and he seemed to know it by the way his eyes had a mischievous glint that complemented well with his bitten lip.

"It's a thing, wearing ugly sweaters for Christmas." You breathed as your hands pressed to his chest, maintaining some sort of stability as he continued to courteously invade your space. His head tilted as he once did before, curiosity in the form of large puppy eyes and relaxed brows now contorting his features. It made you laugh within your word's undertones, "I've seen people do it on social media and it's cute, you know? Couples wearing matching sweaters -"

"You got me one too?" Stiles intercepted, but you could hear the hesitation in his voice. He loved you, so much, probably too much, but just the idea of wearing something as off-putting as your own sweater was something that made him cringe. "There's no way that you're gonna get me in one of those, sweetheart. I'd burn down the world for you, hell, I'd help you bury a body, but I'm not doing this ugly sweater thing."

He put his metaphorical foot down, but you saw no harm. If there was one thing that you admired so incredibly much about Stiles Stilinski, it would be his outright honesty - sometimes confused for an unfiltered mess, but you loved it regardless. You smiled up at him and he smiled back, unspoken understanding building the foundation of your relationship and it made the man lean down and press a gentle peck to your forehead.

His lips dragged down to your cheeks, your lips, under your ear before he whispered against your sensitive skin, "Alright, now go take that hideous thing off, and that cute little skirt while you're at it."

[your-ne1ghbor]

It was 1 am-2 am when I decided: OOOO I should mess with Star's design again... so tell me... Why did it work???

also another long post from the sleep deprived fish lets goo

The cape is ugly af, but the rest of the deign is actually...GOOD??? I am in shock since this rarely happens when I actually like how the colors came out on any character-

UNFORTUNATLY, the cape is what ruins it due to how BLAND it is. Not only that, but it is VERY important to how I design his cape. Like basically:

Yes, that is how important his cape is! I wanna talk about what his cape means in another post where I talk about the Star Realm, but for now, I got this ugly ahh cape.

Not only that, the rims with the colors being gold is actually wrong with how I wanted to make his color pallet. The gold rims (ON HIS CAPE NOT THE REST OF THE OUTFIT) are supposed to be a light blue to signifiy a lake. HOWEVER, I tried to see what it would look like, especially here and in my other post here, where it just does not work with his design. Sure, the light blue is nice, but doesn't fit no matter how hard I try to make it look nice. The gold rims work way too well to where the only light blue where it would work, would only be seen on the back of his cape...WHICH IS UGLYYYYYYYYY

Perhaps I go with either a different cape? Change up the color pallet? Or try to make it work with the lore of the Star Realm? (Yeah I'm being serious, thats how important his cape is and how I represent it. If it doesn't look good or work, then idk... I really wanted to incorprate the star realm onto his cape. I might have to come up with a symbol of the star realm if this doesn't work)

The front however, is actually okay, which is basically the little circle with the ribbon draping over his cape. It is just as important as the rest of the design of his cape, ESPECIALY with those 2 pieces in particular. I dont have a problem with it, since it is what I wanted it to look like in the first place and works well with the design either way.

I don't want to continue empathizing on how important it is to how I represent his cape, but it is overall significant to his design. So I'll talk about the bottom of his design since it is actually where I had trouble with before.

To be specific, it is how I wanted his top to look like. Either I wanted a closed off semi-skirt like what the original or what @signed-sapphire and @chillwildwave did with their star boy's design, or go with a more open skirt like what @oh-shtars and @spectator-zee with theirs. It ofc ended up being more open, just it being shorter. I was unironically inspired by Eugene's outfit lmao but the rest came by easy. I knew I wanted his shoes to be almost up to his knees cause he needs to be FANCYYYYY. I also changed up his sleeves and made it more flowy cause I wanted more fun with his design and works with his character :D

Speaking of character, this somewhat works with his character. SOMEWHAT. He is pretty a optimistic kind of prankster, but I feel like his bright personality is toned down to how dark the outfit came out. I know it is to represent the stars since...you know..he is one, just that (quote from one of my bsfs (TY FOR YOUR INSIGHT BTW)) "the outside is more dark whilst the inside has lighter colors, it makes it look like a glowing star trying to hide, a bit".

I mean, makes sense to why he needs to hide: Maggy wants to make sure he is fucking dead- JOKES ASIDE, it works with context, but he doesn't nessicairly like hiding stuff, like he is pretty open about his feelings for example, but like I said, it also works since he has to hide from the people of Rosas and her parents or else he's seen as the monster (rawr rawr rawr) in their eyes 💀

That aside, you probably notice I changed up his hair. Why? Because I wanted to try something and make it have more depth. It works, so it stays for now.

Is this the final design for him? No. Its not. Until I get the cape right, I still have to get his design working. At least it is working with how I am envisioning it, minus the few little details that make me annoyed for no particular reason other than it needing to work with his character and world.

My next post is going to be an update to the Maggy silly lil backstory cause...it is REALLY important to the story 😭😭

Until then, GOOD DAY/AFTERNOON/NIGHT

[pliablehead]

posts no one asked for but that I feel like I’m the singular authority to make and I’m bored at work: the men of Everything Everything as classic Jellycats

first we have Jeremy as the eponymous Jellycat Jack. This was a no-brainer. he’s charming. he’s iconic. he’s a cat guy. he wears twee little hats. he’s slightly larger than the rest of them. i love him.

Jon is Ricky Rain Frog i mean just look at him. jon higgs is one of the men on this planet i am honestly the most attracted to but that man is ugly cute. everyone is obsessed with this frog who is frowning. my coworker has collected every incarnation of him that exists

Mike is Brook Otter. never beating the otter allegations. this one was in HOT demand and sold out a lot because it’s that good and lovely. i don’t think i’ve ever actively touched mike spearman’s hair but i’ve touched brook otter and i can only imagine the texture is VERY similar

sorry to report that Alex is Lachlan Sad Rat. he isn’t really sad but he is always just a bit lost and hapless looking. lovable af with terrible posture. it was also important to me to make mr synth wizard temple of tone a guy who had discrete fingers

pete is literally bartholomew bear irl. platonic ideal of a teddy bear. no man on earth more huggable

anyway follow me for more useless content like this. thank you.

[monayen]

1st of all bark bark 👅

2ndly during that the maniac would have to be close enough for angel to keep his eyes on him. or sleeping nearby or something… 🤔 if he’s gone it’ll drive angel crazy not knowing where he went. no matter how it all ruins the mood

and 3rd angel’s wings must be patchy af. all the stress probably makes the feathers fall out or he plucks them himself. the visible skin raw or scabbed over… maybe he’s walking with the maniac because flying’s not possible anymore

yall think the wanderer and the angel have freaked ? just a little ? hm

cw. light exhibitionism, masochism, and religious sacrilege

Being a guardian angel is the ultimate cock block. Forget the whole sinning problem — having to pay attention to someone who's destined for death really can be a mood dampener

It's just something you have to get used to... shushed whimpers as he shakily hikes his robe up, sweat building on his pale temples

Angel really wants to pay attention to you. To your beautifully sinful body laid before him, your quiet moans, your heavenly feeling. But it's impossible to when his duty rests feet away, constantly keeping him on edge. Just praying he doesn't wake up and see him in such a nasty pose. What would he think?!

Anxiety and exhaustion seeps from every pore, overwhelming his every being. His wings look pathetically ugly, boney spots of raw skin poking through his ruffled feathers. He knows he should stop plucking them — stop letting you pluck them — but it's become too much habit to stop

He likes a lot of things that shouldn't be good.

[spookyji]

Seeing ur tag I just wanna say toxic Kai is so cute and one of my favs

# toxic kai + dacryphilia

(nsfw (under cut) + minors dni !! f!reader, unhealthy relationship, kai’s toxic af, possessive, dumbification kink, dacryphilia, marking/intentional bruising, creampie + unprotected,,, kai’s insanely in love~~)

kai’s such a sweet angel, isn’t he? a smile on his lips, his broad frame never less than a step away, warm hand holding yours as if you were made of delicate glass, his arm resting over your shoulders as he tugs you in closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head… and it looks like a princess found her prince charming, doesn’t it~? but beneath the surface, kai’s charm twists into an ugly, jealous shadow that stalks your every move,,, the kiss to your head disguising the quiet whisper, only audible to you, don’t even think about talking to anyone, his touch gentle.

and yet the moment a single… rule of his is disobeyed, his grip around your wrist tightens, tugging you closer to him, gently rubbing your back in pseudo comfort as kai’s voice replaces yours, silenced as he ticks you into his chest and shoulder,,, there’s nothing to say, love, let me. the moment your gaze strays, his hand grips yours,,, don’t think of going anywhere without his permission… much less him. and so kai claims his pretty, quiet angel, ever the adoring lover as he presses a kiss to your forehead, holding your hand and giving you a warm hug,,, but ever trapping you within his arms.

and behind closed doors, kai’s rough kisses replacing his sugary sweet ones, his body flush to yours as he demands, tell him you love him, say you love him,,, you know everything he does is for you, don’t you, love? holding your cheek, your lips bruised by his kisses, as you whisper you love him, it’s only ever kai, it’ll only ever be him. because he’s… loving when you give him what he wants, unpredictable when you don’t. i love you so much, kai murmurs, can’t even show you how much i love you,,, his lovesick eyes meeting yours,,, god, he loves it when your pretty body carries the marks of his love, his bruises decorating your skin, his presence making you tremble, wrists carrying the fading marks of his tight grip,,, as he raises your wrists to press kisses along the marks of his fingers holding on too tight, kai can’t help but feel so in love… so be afraid, so love him,,, because they’re the same to him.

tightly restraining your wrists above your head in a single hand, fuck, he can’t help but love how you tremble under him, so pretty and small compared to his broad frame,,, but even you can’t deny the way your thighs rub against each other, cute tears welling in your eyes as kai gives you a smirk, meeting little resistance as he spreads your legs apart, groaning at the sight of your wet panties, betraying you to instinct. i’ll take care of you, don’t think of anything else, kai mumbles, sweet, soft kisses against your swollen, bruised lips as he slots himself between your legs,,, he loves it when you’re so obedient to him, willing and wanting his love as you whimper, unable to resist the need for him, tears threatening to spill over,,, isn’t it so hard to be in love with someone you’re afraid of… shhh, he’ll take away all your thoughts,,, because he doesn’t need you to think at all.

because when he’s buried deep in your cunny, adoring your teary face as you sob and whimper, losing coherent thought to him by the second, can’t feel anything except for his big cock filling you up, stretching out your pussy so fit him all the way, and the incoherent pleasure as kai thrusts messily into your warm cunny, fucking his cum deeper inside, falling more and more in love, unable to think of anything but you, his beautiful darling,,, the way he’s claimed you as his as he fills you up with his warm love, the bruises he’s given to you, imprints of his fingers crossing your wrists like a bracelet, indents bruising your curves and thighs, red marks of hits against your thigh whenever your legs closed up,,,

because kai can’t help but love you so much when you’re all his… and fuck, how badly he wants you to cry for him, so beautiful with tears lacing your pretty face, gasping for breaths and whimpering his name incoherently as he cums again, hot seed filling you up to the brim with more than you can take, creamy white seeping out into a mess between your thighs as kai sighs into your neck, panting as he moans his mantra of love into your skin, hand pushing your thigh up to thrust deeper and deeper, unable to exist without the sensation of love,,, felt as your cunny clenches around him, so tight n warm as you milk his cock of his cum and love, pretty mind lost to a daze of confused pleasure,,, and so dumbed out you can only whimper and cry his name.

and toxic!kai cradling your pretty body in his arms, his large frame enveloping yours as he hugs you tighter, cock nestled deep in your creamed pussy, whispering his love into your ear, lying on a mess of soft sheets stained with a mess of his and your cum and arousal,,, because kai can’t live without you anymore,,, legs tangled with yours as he holds you closer, tighter, unable to imagine being away from you, so in love… so love him back, accept his twisted love… because he’ll never let you go.

oh… he’s different when he’s toxic LOL i feel like i enjoy writing toxic txt too much ahah

[jellykittycatsmeowclarinet]

so pissed off by my coworker -_- usually hes good enough at his job to cut corners and be high all the time but i spent the whole week building this stupid pvc case for a fancy huge toy car that we are vecroing clear plastic to as a dust precaution and so his only job was to cut the plastic i literally went out and bought but when he came by with the plastic yesterday he forgot to cut a whole side abd the rest weren’t straight…

and i was like what and he was like yeah u know its really hard to cut perfectly straight

like bro yeah thats why theyre paying us to do it

and we get paid like actually well in a way where he should know how to cut a piece or plastic straight…

and its not even just about the fact that i did it well and now its ugly but it actually is affecting the way its coming together and may need to spend more time redoing it

UGH

also like fine being the only girl plus i love building shit but its like man ur lazy af because why are u leaving a woman thats less strong and shorter than u to put together and take apart this thing by herself while u sit inside and watch youtube videos. it should honestly hurt his ego more thsn it does.

sorry to be trad men are just so lame and stupid. if he had been there to give me a hand i promise i wouldnt have shoved that pipe into my face by accident and i wouldnt have that stupid bite looking cut on my face UGH

[flyingspacewhale93]

Jing Yuan/AFAB!Reader pregnancy headcanon

CW: Pregnancy, childbirth, some spicy kissing but otherwise its sfw (Also might be a bit OOC but men crying is hot af)

No Beta I decided to yeet this out into the world

Word Count: 732

From the minute you announce your pregnancy to Jing Yuan he never leaves your side. His lips trail up and down your stomach. “My seed… your eggs...are creating new life.” He says in a reverent tone as tears fill his eyes. “It's a miracle.”

He is obsessed with the child growing inside of you. He reads pregnancy articles on his phone practically every night. “Look, from the minute our DNA joined cells have been growing and dividing inside you. They all joined together to create a little creature the size of a  small berry.” He kisses your stomach. “Even human fetuses can briefly grow fur and tails while in the womb.”

When that little creature causes you morning sickness, Jing Yuan is right by your side. “Easy, sweetheart. This trial will help our child grow.” He brings you a cup of water and a damp cloth for your face afterwards. “Your body is so strong for being able to support two lives at once.” 

“I don’t think I’m strong. I can barely smell food without puking most days.” You murmur weakly. “Just when will I be able to eat again?”

Jing Yuan is strict about your diet for the good of your baby. He has the medical staff recommend you the best prenatal vitamins and only cooks what would be healthy for them. Spicy foods are forbidden, a fact that makes you grumble. However when the pregnancy cravings arise, he lets you have whatever you wish within moderation. He constantly  checks the list of safe foods every time you are hungry.

“For such a lazy general, you sure monitor our health better than I do!” You joke.

“It is the duty of a general to make sure that his army is prepared for the battle ahead.” He smiles.

“It’s a battle to convince you to let me eat unhealthy food once in a while.” Your hand rests on your baby bump. “Still, I can’t believe our child is growing so fast.”

When Jing Yuan sees your child on the ultrasound and hears their heartbeat for the first time, he cries. He goes to every medical appointment with you and listens intently. When you do your exercises to prepare for labour, he helps you through them. Sometimes birds land near you while you work out and Jing Yuan lets them perch on his hand.

One night, you wake up crying from a bad dream. He sleepily places his arms around you as you sob. “I-I dreamed I-I grew fat and ugly and you didn’t love me anymore! You had them give me the ‘husband stitch’ and now I woke you up and made you sad!” You wail, tears falling down your cheeks.

Jing Yuan shushes you. “Sweetheart, being able to enter you is both a privilege and an honour. You don’t need to be tight for me to enjoy you. As for your body, well,” His lips draw close to your ear. “I find it even more sexy by the day.”

He marvels at every new change your body goes through, making sure to kiss every mark that he finds each night. “These marks remind me of rivers.” He murmurs. “Indeed, it's like I’m staring at a topographical map of you.” A devious smirk crosses his face. “Where would be a good spot for the general to attack? Here, or here?” The noise you let out from his kiss proves to be a direct hit.

Your baby gets read to everyday by him, often when he’s busy babyproofing the house. He recites stories seemingly off the top of his head. He wants your baby to grow up well read and compassionate.

“I wonder what our baby would choose for their path.” You say.

“No matter what they choose, I’d love them all the same.” He says.

When the Big Day finally comes, Jing Yuan is all action. He grabs the overnight bag that you two made together and races off to the medical center with you in his arms. He holds your hand through every contraction, humming little songs as you prepare to push. Jing Yuan is used to long sieges so he’s always alert. He encourages you to push strong and hard for his family. Finally, the baby takes their first cry and he smiles serenely with tears in his eyes. Jing Yuan whispers “May you be a thoughtful, strong leader.”

[coal15]

My opinions on the whole multi-shipping Buddie and Tevan situation. But first, [steps up on soapbox and yells into bullhorn] HAVE NO BEEF WITH ANYONE WHO FEELS DIFFERENTLY THAN ME SO I'D REALLY APPRECIATE NOT GETTING ANY "YOUR OPINIONS ARE STUPID AND PROBABLY SO ARE YOU" COMMENTS IN MY REPLIES. **If any such comments do appear in my replies I would ask the rest of you to please simply ignore them. You won't change their minds so confrontation will do nothing but further poison the waters.

Ahem. Carrying on. Warning, this post is LONG. Like, practically a novella.

I'm still a multi-shipper at heart in the sense that I will always love my memories in the Buddie fandom and how vocally we showed our support over the last six years--yes there was a SUPER PROMINENT contingent among us who directly engaged with and verbally disemboweled every actress who played a li on a regular basis, (and who harassed Oliver to the point of him quitting twitter) but most of us had the sense to direct our ranting at the fictional character or writers/showrunner/network with varying degrees of anger or indignation. Now speaking just for myself, in my time as a Buddie fan I never commented on the physical appearance of any li, so seeing a lot of buddie-or-bust folks now referring to Lou as "ugly" "rectangle-faced" "gross looking," etc has been disappointing. I hope they represent the minority. So far it looks like they do.

On to my reasons for and/or role in shutting down non-Buddie romances: While I never took to engaging her personally, I voiced harsh criticism of GW over her "honorary latina" comment, likewise EG for her transphobia and non-apology apology ("I'm sorry if you felt offended). And while I wish bucktaylor had stayed besties (preferably bi besties since there was no reason Buck couldn't have his bi awakening with a woman), my issue with them dating was at first just a lack of romantic chemistry and the fact that Taylor never apologized for what she did to Bobby or even admitted it was wrong. But as the relationship dragged on I watched the life drain out of Buck. They were stagnant as a couple and the look on Buck's face when he said ily back to her was . . . laughably unromantic. The only growth his character got from that relationship was him being the one to end it. As for eddieana, on top of lacking chemistry they were just plain dull. The end.

Moving on to Buck's kiss w/Lucy: I actually like AK and was excited to hear about her coming to 9-1-1. She was fun af as Lexi on VD so I was looking forward to seeing her play a different character. Aaaaannnnnnd then KR immediately ruined her by making it abundantly clear that she was created for one sole purpose: to complicate a man's storyline and spark off a love triangle--and she did so in the most offensive way possible. It was appalling, negatively affected Buck's character, and thankfully KR's response to the intense backlash was to pivot so the love triangle never manifested. But the damage was already done. No one had any interest in watching them poke/flirt for the rest of the season. I was deeply offended by such a misogynistic use of a female character and it still boggles my mind that a woman created her.

Anyhow, all this was a long winded way of saying that my reasons for wanting those li gone went well beyond my investment in Buddie. Though I did strongly believe no romantic narrative for either of them could ever compete w/the Buckley-Diaz Family, at the end of the day those romantic arcs were ruined for me by writing mistakes, problematic actresses, and lack of chemistry (which is admittedly subjective and something we all approach with shipper goggles to some degree--if you think you 100% absolutely don't you're lying to yourself). I stand by a lot of the reasons Buddies were so opposed to those li being endgame. Yes, plenty of us took things waaaaaaay over the line re: direct personal attacks against actresses and/or non-buddie fans, but I think far more of us than not did argue in good faith and toward the right people. We just didn't stand out as much or get as much engagement because . . . well, toxic behavior is rewarded on sm with more clicks, shares, likes, quotes, etc. Attention seekers gonna seek.

As for why it's so hard to ship happily on sm: in my experience a handful of problematic or outright unhinged fans (on both sides) will go around stirring shit, provoking arguments, and soon the dog pile effect kicks in because everyone wants to defend their tribe. Arguments go in circles, spin off, get more and more petty, until most of "us" end up discussing amongst ourselves about how "they" are a bunch of [insert string of negative attributes here], which then in itself provokes a reaction from "them." Lather, rinse, repeat. Eventually way too many of "us" are hissing and snarling at "them" more often than theorizing about or celebrating our ship . . . the thing we enjoy . . . and it's really hard to detach from that cycle, especially when things get personal. I recommend total non-acknowledgement, but even I struggle to hold that line when I read something I think is terrible. I'm making an effort these days to just keep scrolling thru my feed until I hit something happy, and if there's a negative comment somewhere in the thread to give it ZERO engagement of any kind. Not. Easy.

Which brings me to where I am today. During my time in the Buddie fandom I assumed that for most of us the actual queer rep mattered more than any one ship. Hell, if Taylor had been the one to wake Buck up to his bisexuality--and admitted what she did to Bobby was wrong--they might have grown on me as an endgame couple. I've accepted "meh" endgame couples before as long as everything else on a show stayed solid. I also thought that Buck could never, ever look at anyone with bigger hearteyes than the way he looked at Eddie, but . . .

. . . Enter Tommy. As soon as they kissed, and in their albeit limited screentime afterward (thanks a lot shortened season!) I learned a lesson: there are different kinds of hearteyes. In my opinion Buck looks at Eddie with complete adoration and love, yes. Total hearteyes. But the way he looks at Tommy is . . . "Oh, that's what Buck looks like when he's absolutely smitten, that's how he acts, that's what a romantic crush looks like on Buck. Wow." It wasn't better or worse than his hearteyes or vibe with Eddie, just conspicuously different. It re-framed the way I see the Buckley-Diaz Family as well, and the way I read their chemistry. As I mentioned earlier chemistry is subjective, and once I actually had something queer to compare with Buddie's chemistry, I stopped rooting for romantic Buddie. I wouldn't exactly be furious if they went canon since I did spend all those years rooting for them and it would still be a high profile queer storyline, but I would rather see the Buckley-Diaz Family and Tevan coexist. I think they can, and I think it would be beautiful.

So here's where I stand with my preference and opinions today:

Falling in love doesn't mean everyone else in your life gets demoted. Feelings aren't like pie. Maddie doesn't love Buck any less since she fell in love with Chimney. Athena didn't love her daughter any less when her son came along. There's not a finite amount of love and you're serving out pieces of it. You can love more than one person with all your heart. And that's how I feel about Buck and the Buckley-Diaz Family. He and Eddie are more than friends, different than brothers, they just . . . have their own dynamic. It's unique, special, and vital to both of their identities. And those facts will not be altered by either of them falling in love w/another person. If anything, the Buckley-Diaz Fam has become more special to me since I started rooting for a Tevan endgame.

Queer rep matters more to me than Buddie. Buck coming out as bi wasn't and shouldn't be seen as a step on the road to "winning" the ship I wanted for years. It is completely awesome progress for us whether they're endgame or not. Ditto for Tevan. Also, at the end of the day I ship Buck+Happiness and Eddie+Happiness, and right now Buck seems to be falling for Tommy. What happens with Eddie remains to be seen.

Looking at the whole picture, I will always love Buddie and kinda wish they'd gone canon in s4 or 5, but I think that moment has passed and I'm not mad or bitter about it. I adore the Buckley-Diaz Family, I adore Tevan, and I want to see them both thrive in s8. Now if you'll excuse me, my fingers have begun to bleed from all this typing.

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

Totally Hot TF Story

So, like, there's this super hot dude called Andrew right, only he's not hot yet. He's skinny, ugly, got like 0 rizz. Anyway he was walking down an alley one day when OMFG this actual hot af guy totally mugs him with a knife. 'Oi blud, gimme ur wallet!' he says. Andrew's just speechless because he wants this man. 'OMG hi, I'm Andy!' he says, blushing like the bottom bitch he is. The guy looks at him super confused. 'Wot iz u sayin', iz u gonna giv me ur wallet or wot?' he asks, getting proper in his face with the knife. 'Oh that's so fucking hot!' Andrew cries, trying not to moan too loud.

The guy's looking at him up and down now, this bitch is so down bad for him he almost feels sorry. He shrugs and tears off his shirt, showing big, firm man boobs and a six-pack. Andrew screams out in excitement. 'Oh Lord! Ur one smexy motherfucker today!' he yells. The guy grins and kisses him, so hot. 'I'm Felix, innit. I iz so gonna bang u Andy!' says Felix and he pins Andy into the wall, kissing him again, leaving Andrew breathless. Andrew's in Heaven, or very close to it. 'Oh yeh Daddy, fuck me hard I'm such a slut for u' moans Andrew. Felix unzips his pants and they fall to the ground. OMG he's not wearing underpants, what a slut! 'Aww yeah baby! I iz gonna stretch u out well good' Felix grins, turning Andrew around, crouching down and pulling his shorts off. Andrew's not wearing underpants either! They're such whores! Anyway, Felix begins to lick inside Andrew's butthole making Andrew moan out like the sex-depraved whore he is. 'I need u inside me' Andrew cries out and here's where Felix gets freaky.

Felix grabs his hard 10-inch dick and begins to smack it on Andrew's butthole, rubbing and teasing it. Andrew also begins to get hard, anticipating what Felix will do next. Felix places his fingers between Andrew's buttcheeks and begins to push them apart like curtains, Andrew had no idea he could do that, what the hell?! Felix puts one foot in and it begins to sink in, like Andrew's leg is a bodysuit! It hurts a bit, but Andrew's loving it! Felix puts his other leg into Andrew's other leg and he's basically standing with his legs inside Andrew's butt and the rest of him hanging out. Felix moves his hands to hold Andrew's waist and begins to wriggle himself inside. Andrew's starting to feel dizzy from all these sensations. With his own dick and butt inside Andrew now, he stretches Andrew's gaping butthole up over his head so he can fit the rest of himself in. With much groaning, moaning, squelching and squeaking from them both, Felix is able to move his head into Andrew's head and put his arms into Andrew's arms. Felix stretches and begins to massage his new butt to make sure it closes up behind him. Felix is fully inside Andrew now. 'Oh yeah buddy, we're gonna be so fucking hot now' says Felix from inside Andrew. Andrew meanwhile is so exhausted and sweaty from Felix getting inside him, he can feel his thoughts becoming Felix's. Doing some adjusting, Felix begins stretching Andrew's dick out so his own dick can fit inside like a glove. It's an amazing feeling and Andrew's loving the feeling of someone else controlling his body, especially someone as hot and sexy as Felix. Felix begins to push and press his face like he's shaping Andrew's face to his own meanwhile tugging at their shared dick, as they begin to breathe heavier and moan louder like a whorecestra of Cupcakkes, Felix uses his other hand to push everything else into place, they both cum so hard over the wall and they both become one person. He's got muscles, dark hair, big dick, big ass, he's gorgeous and hot as hell, standing naked and sweating in the alleyway, holding onto the wall for support.

'Phew well I sure hope nobody saw that' he says, looking at the pile of clothes around his feet. He pulls on Felix's pants and pulls out his phone from his pocket, checking himself out in the phone camera. He bites his lower lip and feels himself harden again as he strokes his chest. He hurries and puts on Andrew's shirt, pocketing Andrew's wallet which was all he'd wanted from the start and chucks Felix's knife into a nearby bin. He begins to think of what his new name should be. Considering today's April Fool's Day, would it be a bit too on the nose to call himself after that? Nah, April's a girl's name! Fool… what can you do with Fool? As for Day, well, Damien had a nice ring to it. Mates could call him Damo. With a smirk and a tug at his new bulge, Damo begins to make his way home to Felix's place. All that is on his mind at the moment was having a good wank.

[Thanks for reading folks, tried to make this story a bit silly and un-serious. Happy April Fool's Day folks! Much love to you all]

[silver-wield]

Started replaying Rebirth recently (my second playthrough) and was curious about some of the actual JP dialogue, so I found parts of it from the CdS sidequest on X:

Pick-Me-Bitch: Even if it's a lie, you have to answer, 'I still want to be with you.'

Cloud: (sounding annoyed AF) Are you trying to lure me?

Pick-Me-Bitch: That's not the case, though... I'm sorry.

(Cloud doesn't accept her weak apology and remains annoyed with her throughout the rest of the pointless sidequest.)

👆 Serious question: why is no one talking about how the backstabber is sexually harassing Cloud and trying to gaslight him?! Thank god Cloud is not stupid enough to listen to her and do what she wants him to do; he refuses to be lured by her. But holy crap she's such a huge red flag and a massive Yandere, and she keeps getting worse until she's finally killed. I'm sitting there replaying the game and constantly thinking 'stay away from Tifa's boyfriend, you desperate ugly predator.'

Because dumdums think she's "bringing him out of his shell" by being a disgusting stalker, and clotis have been saying this since the start so it's not like we ignore it, but a lotta people just refuse to accept what she's doing isn't okay and that if the genders were reversed people would be calling the police on this bitch and getting a restraining order.

It also makes no sense that Cloud just endures all this disgusting treatment and then includes her among those he cherishes in ac. He needs therapy. The devs need to stop and actually look at what they're portraying because this isn't okay. Somebody who fucks up your mental health shouldn't be cherished. So toxic it makes me gag.

[popiastar]

Hi there ! How are you doing ? I wondered if I could ask for something please 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Like, last Monday, I got my first tattoo. It’s arsenic’s alchemical symbol (looks like an arrow) and it is located on my hip bone. I wondered what would the Ghouls think/ say or do if they found out their s/o got a tattoo in this place 🥺🖤

hi! i'm good thank you, congrats for your first tattoo! 🎉🎉

hope you like it 💕

❗info: gn reader, mention of tiny tattoo, mention of something unholy 👀, aether being a proud boyfriend, dewdrop being dewdrop, mountain being a flower boy, rain being myopic, swiss being a drama king

- he already knew everything: where you want it, what you choose, who is the tattoo artist... everything!

🍌 aether

- just because you asked him to accompany you to take the appointment and said your idea

- initially you thought something behind your neck or on the ankle, the idea of the hip bone came from the tattoo artist himself

- so, after you get your tattoo, aether waited at the ministry

- "welcome back! i brought pH neutral soap and cream for you, google says[...]"

- obviously he tried to find the tattoo by roaming eyes on your body, when you unbotton your pants he almost panicked

- "oh! i thought you... never mind"

- aether bent closely to check how redness was your skin

- "it must have hurt! c'mon, let's put the cream"

🔥 dewdrop

- he didn't explicitly say he likes it but, even you have clothes, he always check your hip bones area and get red

- you already told him you wanted a tattoo, he just pulled out a tattoo machine and "okay i'll be quick"

- luckly you managed to stop him and explain you wanted one from a professional tattoo artist

- dewdrop was offended, he was more professional than any other professionals

- that's the reason behind why you didn't tell him for a month

- you cleverly hid it under the guise that it was a scratch during a fight

- it was friday and, like all the fridays, the ghoulettes organized a pyjama party

- dew opened the door of sunshine's room the exact moment when you proudly had your sweatpants down and your tattoo on the spot

- he didn't say anything, just went away like nothing happens

- after some resting and a talk with the girls, the morning after you explain to him you didn't want to hurt his feelings

- "oof, it's not that bad don't worry"

- he continues to eat the breakfast without never looks at you

⛰️ mountain

- "consider yourself lucky that i found it sexy, tonight i will be a little easy on you"

- he didn't know anything, he thought you went at the flower shop

- that's because everytime you both went out, you mentioned that you have an appointment and the flower shop is right next to the tattoo shop

- so mountain expected some plants for the garden or a bouquet for decorate your room

- he was almost right, you came back with some gardenia

- everyone in the ministry knew about the tattoo so they immediately asked to see it

- mountain was like "ooooh i knew that would look beautiful on her!"

- obviously he was clueless af

- now that you are in his room, you checking your tattoo healing

- "it's arsenic symbol, isn't it?"

- you are proud that your boyfriend recognize it, your friends thought it was just an arrow

- "can i tell you something about it?"

- panic, you quickly think it's ugly or something like that

- "i didn't understand you got a tattoo, i thought you set an appointment at the flower shop"

- he's embarrassed, face-palming himself

🌧️ rain

- "whatever, it looks very cute on you! i mean, it's very sexy!"

- he found out after three of four days, while you were dressing

- at first, rain thinks it's a bruise and immediately approaching you

- "are you okay, baby? it hurts?"

- you lower your eyes where your new tattoo is, scrolling your shoulders

- "yeah, a little bit to be honest. beautiful right?"

- rain just blink twice, holy shit it's a tattoo!!!

- two minutes of deadly silence where you both staring each other

- after that time of you thinking about he doesn't like it he breathes out and slaps his forehead

- "oh shit i thought something happened to you, fuck"

- he likes it or not???? does he swear twice in a row???

- after your obvious dumbfounding face, he kiss your nose

💣 swiss

- "i really love it! it's suits you! can we ehm ehm now?"

- honestly, he already knew you set an appointment for your tattoo like... immediately

- but he didn't know what it is or where you'll get it, you kept it secret

- the day has come and swiss went with you hoping to see the entire process

- no, he didn't see anything until you came back home

- "can i see this tattoo or am i supposed e to die right in front of you?"

- he was with you in the bathroom when you had to clean the tattoo and add cream

- swiss' eyes were glued on your hip bone

- "oh my, my, my caribbean calcite! it's tiny, i thought you were going to tattoo my face or something"

- not the reaction you expected, mostly because he laughed so hard

- "see you later, i have something to do now"

- two hours later cumulus tells you swiss ran away because he had a boner to take care of

[spilltheteawithme]

I noticed that but what can you do, how many will stay once they part ways? /

That’s such a good question. I can honestly tell you that as someone who was an “outsider” looking in for a long time, here are my thoughts:

1) A lot of his “fans” actually hate him because they can’t possess or control him. Their need to write fanfiction about his personal life and force her into every aspect of his being is literally just them trying to exercise some control over his life. It brings them peace to see him visibly miserable with a woman because they don’t feel like they’re missing out on anything.

2) The shippers and other fans who feel obligated to like her subscribe to what I like to call, “uwu rule following culture.” A stupid, clunky name for a stupid, clunky way of thinking lol. It’s basically the idea that everyone in the world needs to act one way in order to be considered “good” or “worthy.” It happens amongst people who are deeply entrenched in fandom culture, I find. These are the people who think that liking the “age appropriate” (read: boring and unattractive) gf will get them brownie points with their fave. These are the people who would clutch their pearls over him seeing a woman in her twenties who has everything in common with him, but jump for joy when he’s with a woman who’s only 2 years younger and is the total opposite of all he’s claimed to stand for. These are the people who compare her to Ale and can only argue that she’s “not problematic” when she’s just as bad, if not worse. FFS, she USES tragedy to further her brand. That’s sick. They make no sense, but they want a gold star for running around the internet yelling at people on his and her behalf, as if they know them personally and have anymore of an insight on their lives than we do.

3) this is a *spicy* take, and it’s also where things get complicated. Bear with me lol:

There are psychos and idiots on BOTH sides of the PR/real argument. There are absolutely the fans who will hate any woman he breathes next to. There are fans who don’t hate Annabelle because she’s actually a jerk, but because she is currently being referred to as his gf. Period. They’re thrilled that there are valid reasons not to like her, but they’re messy af and make the rest of Team PR look tactless and stupid. These ain’t my people because I know that they’ll hate the next girl, too.

On the other hand, I’m going to refer back up to #2 and touch on my UWU Rule Following Culture point: There are people who only like her and refuse to dislike her or subscribe to the PR POV because they’re *not like other fans.* They just want so badly to be the chosen ones to follow Sebastian around with their hands cupped under his ass, not realizing that going along with shit like sheep could potentially be more harmful toward him and not at all what he wants. In short: they will like every rs he’s in, real or not, because they think it makes them better fans. It’s a purity contest.

NOW, here’s where it gets complicated: A lot of the people who typically hate his gfs because they’re his gfs are defending AW like their lives depend on it. Not because they like her or think she’s worthy, but because this is the first gf of Sebastian’s that he has no obvious affection toward or attraction to. And it’s a relief to them. A lot of these people are the same folks who would’ve harmed Margarita with their bare hands because he was obsessed with her. They like that AW is a self-insert. They like that they’re spared the pain of watching him love on a woman. I’d even venture to say that they like that he looks miserable next to her. Because deep down, in their delusion, they like that they can look at that and convince themselves, “I would make him happier.” They drone on about how all of us are sooooo awful and ugly and are just mad that Seb won’t fuck us, but they’re just projecting. Believe me when I say that they will hate the next girl he’s actually crazy about, especially if shes young, talented, and beautiful. And so, some of them will stick by AW because AW will inevitably hate and stalk this woman until every single stringy hair is pulled from her own head.

The obedient UWU rule followers will simply migrate their loyalty over to the next gf. They may be of use in that case if the next girl is lovely and the situation is the total opposite of what the AW situation has been.

Also worth noting that a lot of Seb’s fans hate men and like Sebastian because he’s shown to be a more sympathetic figure toward women (make no mistake: I ADORE that he’s a gentle soul who respects women). It’s kind of like how racist people are just in love with POC who say what they want to hear. They like that, in their minds, he’s submissive and easy to control. Realistically, they are about 2 seconds away from hating him at all times. They are just waiting for him to fail so they can say how he’s awful and just like every other man. A lot of these people ALSO love Annabelle because they don’t think a man should be with a woman he’s crazy about. It’s weird as fucking hell. These are the people who have the nerve to say, “he’s more problematic than she is.” You best believe some of these fuckers will jump ship when they split, and the normal Seb fans will be relieved. Go ride Annabelle’s narcissistic ass into the sunset. Don’t let the door hit you in your way out!

Aaaaand…I think that concludes my novel 😂 some will stay, some will go, some will stay and still ship him with a woman he was never actually in love with long after he’s found someone else. Sebastian said it himself: his fans are a trip!

😳🍿!!