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Hey! Unsure what happened but I copy+pasted a request into my doc and now it's gone :( Anyway to whoever sent this, thank you!

Request: can i request hurt/comofort with high!reader x buzzed!sirius (or poly!mar whatever you’d like) where reader smokes a little more then she can handle and he takes care of her but he’s like still a little high himself, if that makes sense TT just nice and lovey and dovey!!!!

cw: weed, greening out, mention of vomit/nausea

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 727 words

Sirius is trying to be comforting, but he keeps getting distracted by the feel of your back underneath his hand. The muscles of your shoulders are tight, your breathing stilted and your skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat. Sirius can’t stop thinking about how he’d like to rest his face in between your shoulder blades and kiss an adoring line down your spine. He worries it wouldn’t be very helpful. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is quieter than breath, a soft sigh drooping your shoulders as you let your head loll forward. 

Your body starts to list forward with it. Sirius weaves his arm under yours, settling down more comfortably on the bathroom floor and pulling you back against his chest. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses the crown of your head. “I should have warned you about this. I need to remember to be careful with you.” 

Caution isn’t really in Sirius’ nature, but however unwisely, you put a lot of trust in him. The weed you’d smoked tonight was a different strain than the one he’s shared with you before, but he’d forgotten to clue you in. You’d matched him hit for hit, and with your lower tolerance it hadn’t ended well. You’ve been sick more than once. 

“You’re so nice,” you whisper. Your voice sounds tight. Sirius’ chest contracts, worrying you’re starting to get teary. “You don’t have to take care of me, but you are. You’re so, so nice.” Definitely teary now. “I’m really sorry for ruining your night.” 

“Aw, sweetheart.” He kisses the side of your face with something akin to desperation. He already feels like his heart is going to spill right out of his ribcage, and your upset makes it about ten times worse. “You’re not ruining anything. Of course I have to take care of you, you’re my girl, you know? I want to.” 

He peers around you, trying to see your face. You’ve got that same, slightly spaced-out look you’ve had for the past hour, a sad little line between your brows. Sirius reaches up to smooth it out with his finger, and you turn toward him like you’d forgotten he was there. He wonders if this much affection can actually crush his bones to dust. It feels plausible.

“I love you,” he says. 

You sigh, fitting your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. It’s not a happy sound, but he knows it’s not meant for him. “You, too.” 

You take his hand, turning it palm up and tracing the lines in his skin. Your touch is so light it tickles. He has a small scar from a failed attempt at cooking with James when he first moved out, and when you get to it you raise his palm to your lips, resting them there purposefully. 

“Can I have a hug?” you mumble against his skin. 

“Fuck yeah, always.” 

Sirius does the work of turning you around, your own coordination not spectacular at the moment, and your arms curl under his arms, wrists crossing between his shoulder blades. He thinks your hands might be making fists. For his part, he rubs up and down your spine slowly, squeezing intermittently, unsure how much you want. Sirius has always been shit at comfort. He’ll keep trying as long as you let him.

“I don’t like this,” you admit. Your face feels warm where it’s pressing into his shoulder, and Sirius realizes you might be crying again. He hugs you harder. “I can’t think.” 

He feels, very acutely, his heart fracturing. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs, “I’m so sorry. I know it’s awful.” 

“I’m scared,” you whimper. 

“I know, sweet girl.” He may well be crushing you now. If your ribs are breaking, you don’t seem inclined to say anything about it. “You’ll be okay, though, I promise. I’ve got you. Just try to relax, and I’ll take care of you, yeah?” You don’t respond, sniffling. Sirius rubs your back again. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick any more, darling?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” 

“Alright, my lovely. Let’s go to bed, okay? You might feel better when you wake up.” 

You hug him tighter. “Thank you for being so nice to me.” 

“Wrong again,” he says, tucking a kiss into your hair. “I’m not nice to you, I just love you too much.” 

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Eeeeee! Congratulations! You deserve every single one! 🖤

Could I pretty please request:

Am I supposed to be scared now? In a Mafia AU. Vibes and item I'll leave up to your enormous, genius brain.

🖤🖤🖤

Thank you so much, Sam! 💖✨️ Hope you enjoy!

Worth the risk

Rated: E

Words: 992

Tags: Mafia AU; Hitman Eddie Munson; Dark Eddie Munson; Mob boss Richard Harrington; Secret relationship; intrigue; Referenced character death (RIP Tommy); Blood and violence; Knife play; Blood play; Groping; Dry humping

Notes: Previous part | Part 1

Nobody says anything as they make their way out of the Harrington villa, but by some unspoken agreement, they don't part ways yet. They linger in the driveway by the cars. 

Eddie knows better than to speak first. Instead, he lights a cigarette and lets the silence drag on, pretending to be brooding over the night’s events. He knows that somebody is bound to say something sooner rather than later. 

It’s Jeff who does, in the end. 

“Harrington’s losing it.” 

Gareth jumps and casts anxious glances all around himself, like he’s expecting to find the boss lurking somewhere in the shadows, while Frank shushes Jeff with a hectic gesture. 

“Shut up, are you insane?” 

Jeff shrugs petulantly, but he does lower his voice. “I'm just saying what everyone is thinking. That thing with Hagan? That was completely fucking bonkers, sending him to make that deal with the Carvers all alone. It’s almost like he wanted him to end up with a bullet through his head.” 

“Maybe he did,” Gareth says. “Rumor has it Hagan’s been making eyes at the son.” 

Eddie nods along solemnly with the rest of them. 

“All I’m saying is, it’s bad news,” Jeff mumbles. “He believes he’s invincible, that he can get away with anything. It’s dangerous for a man in his position to think like that.” 

“Then maybe he shouldn’t be.” Eddie lets the words linger, waiting until every single face is turned to him. “Be in that position, I mean.” 

Frank scoffs. “Yeah, right. Who’d even wanna do it instead? Junior seems much more interested in lounging by the pool and taking it up the-” 

“Nah,” Eddie is quick to deflect. “We’d need someone capable. Somebody younger, who knows how things work on the street.” 

“Someone like you?” 

“I wouldn’t know about that, Gare,” Eddie lies. “Just putting in my two cents on the matter.” 

Behind the garden wall, a light flickers alive, then dies again, quick as a heartbeat. Eddie grinds his cigarette under the heel of his boot. 

“Shit, just remembered I forgot something. Don’t wait for me, guys.” 

He feels their gazes on his neck as he walks back towards the house and doesn't bother hiding his grin. 

*

The hydrangeas are long past their bloom, decaying flower petals rustling under his feet. He doesn't lament their death, not when he knows that the seeds of something else are slowly taking root. 

The underwater lights of the pool bask the garden in an eerie glow, but he makes his way to the pool house unbothered. He has hardly ducked inside when a key clicks in the lock behind him. 

Eddie’s body moves on instinct and muscle memory. The key clatters off somewhere in the darkness,  and when the crimson veil lifts from his eyes, he has a warm body pressed against the wall, the edge of his knife licking at a shivering throat. A throat covered in the fading marks of his own teeth. 

“Damn, Stevie,” he hisses, retracting the blade and sliding it back into its holster. It leaves the faintest of cuts, tiny droplets of blood gathering against tan skin like dark beads. “Are you out of your mind? You can't just sneak up on people like that.” 

Steve scowls at him, face full of haughty disdain. He's beautiful in the glow of the pool seeping in from outside. He's always beautiful, of course, but something about the pale blue light rippling off his skin makes him look ethereal and downright unreal. Like an ancient deity, like a marble statue come alive.

“Excuse me?” he whispers, wriggling in Eddie’s hold. “What was I supposed to do? Nobody tells me shit, and then I overhear my dad talking on the phone about how one of his guys was killed. I just wanted-” 

“Aw,” Eddie coos. He leans into Steve’s space, scraping a toothy grin against the hollow of that pretty throat. His lips come away tasting like copper, leaving a bloody trail on Steve's skin. “Are you worried about me, honey? Why, I'm honored.” 

Steve pushes his head away with one palm against his cheek, but makes no further attempt at twisting out of his grip. 

“This isn't a fucking joke, Eddie. If my dad finds out about this, you'll be next in line for a bullet through the- Will you stop this?” 

Eddie lets Steve's thumb slide out of his mouth with an obscene, wet sound, nipping at the tender skin at its base as he goes. 

“Am I supposed to be scared now?” he drawls. “I'm not an idiot, I can look after myself.” 

“I know you can,” Steve confesses, tracing Eddie’s cheekbone with his thumb. It's still wet with his own spit, and the touch leaves a thin trail of moisture, cool in the stuffy air of the pool house. “But sometimes, I don't think you understand how dangerous this is.” 

“Believe me, darling, I’m well aware of the danger.” Eddie trails a hand over Steve’s throat, down his chest. The motion makes a drop of blood run from his neck into the collar of his shirt. He watches how it blooms on the white fabric, pretty like a flower, as he slips his hand between Steve's legs. “Good thing we both like it a little, dangerous, right?”

He gives the bulge in Steve’s pants a firm squeeze, and as always, the boy responds like the beautiful, needy little dream that he is. He rolls his hips, grinding himself into the touch, and wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck to slot their bodies closer together. Eddie bites down on that perfect, pink bottom lip and laughs against it when Steve moans. 

“Woah, honey! What happened to being careful?”

“What's life without a little risk?” Steve smiles, looking at him from under his long lashes. “And besides, you made me drop the key, so one of us will end up on his knees anyhow.” 

Eddie finds he can't argue with that.

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 9: Thank me Later

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: Our villains get their moment in the sun (well, the fire…)

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 2k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, swearing

a/n: in case anyone missed it, there has been an extra chapter this week, given the short length of chapters 8 & 9 - so, if you missed it, chapter 8 is here💜 I also reblogged a fun ask game, so check it out if you guys want to find out anything from there! remember you're always welcome in my asks whether it's for the game or just to chat about supercharged!🥰 [spoilers below] so, yn is on the team!! let's see what that looks like out in the field (or the roof of a skyscraper haha)👀

The hallway stretched away, nothing but darkness filling its bare walls. Humming in the background, the steady whir of machines from some distant room buried in the building’s depths.

Your running footsteps cut through all that.

Blood rushing through your ears and breathless gasps drowned out the night’s silence, its darkness destroyed by crackles of lightning. There was no time to form a careful glow to light your way; you sent a bolt of blue darting through the long corridor, snaking away and revealing little more than further darkness.

So they weren’t inside yet.

Impatient, you turned your palms to the back and let your powers go. A little tip you had picked up from Jungkook – the lightning launched you into the air, covering ground more quickly.

When you met the ground again, your feet were already racing.

“Do you still see them, Yoongi?”

Namjoon’s voice crackled in your ear.

“Yep, but I think they’re moving. They gave up on the east entrance…”

You couldn’t keep from rolling your eyes at Yoongi’s news. Jungkook had been guarding the east entrance, so that was no surprise.

A pause in the comms did not translate to your pace. You finally reached the end of the hallway and darted to another.

Here, several heavy doors were set into the walls. Large wheel locks hid their secrets from the world. But it wasn’t your concern what was in there. You could imagine plenty, but the task at hand was to keep them exactly where they were.

“Shit, they’re coming this way,” Yoongi cursed over the earpiece.

“The roof?”

“I’m almost there,” Hobi assured. Of course he was. With his powers, he could be anywhere on the site in no time flat.

Why was it that you were left with powers that helped nothing with physical strength or speed?

“Y/N, not that way,” Jin’s voice called you back to attention.

Skidding to a halt, you doubled back to take another turning, one you had missed in your distraction. Casting aside all thoughts of why running was so hard, you simply pushed yourself faster.

Up ahead, a lift shaft.

The call button blinked uselessly beside it. Not pausing for thought, you ignored the light and sent one of your own, much brighter and solid enough to blow the door in.

One foot landing on the fallen wood, you used it like a launchpad, two blazing bolts from your hands sending you rocketing upwards. Once you reached the elevator carriage itself, you caught hold of the outside, swinging yourself towards its entrance onto the top floor.

Here, the sound of your adversaries instantly assaulted your ears.

You didn’t know why they were bothering trying to break in when they were clearly losing. At least going for the roof had been a smart choice on their part, as the upper exits were less secure.

But they had made their presence all too obvious to give it an element of surprise.

Some crashes of impact on the metal roof rang out, heavy footsteps rattling the ceiling above you. Racing down the final, short corridor to an outer stairway, the scuffling grew louder.

Then a groan from Yoongi came from the comms. For a moment, you panicked, before hearing him speak.

“It’s Phoenix alright. Does she have nothing better to do?”

Jimin scoffed in response. “At least we can make it quick.”

Finally slowing, you cracked the side door open. Sure enough, it looked like a corner of the building was on fire. Phoenix was some upstart hero who was, quite obviously, gifted with fire. Hers wasn’t nearly as exciting as Tae’s, though, as it wasn’t purple. Just regular, store-bought orange. She had been quite vexing recently.

A stalemate had continued between Bolt’s heroes and Namjoon’s band. Fruitless battles cropped up around the place, and Phoenix was one of those trying to break through, eagerly jumping into too many of the scuffles. You almost felt bad for her. It was clear that Bolt saw her as equally disposable as you were, just some tool in his way. While she thought she was earning his favour, she was just his pawn.

There were others too, who Bolt had sent for a run with her. Neither her nor her companions had seen you, though, so you slipped out and quickly shut the door behind you, masking any light that would give the opening away.

The rickety stairs clung to the side of the building, luckily only five floors up. The powers at your fingertips admittedly lessened the fear of what would happen should you fall.

Staying pressed to the brick, you started upwards, only a few steps between you and the fight. Fiery heat pressed against you the closer you got, orange light throwing you into shadow.

As soon as you could, you peeked over the top of the roof. The cityscape opened up around you. This lab was nestled alone among a crowd of taller buildings, even the crane beside your scaffolding-clad neighbour towering higher.

On your own rooftop, nothing looked too out of hand. Hobi was successfully beating someone up, that was good.

You only spent a second scanning the scene, but when you turned to continue, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Someone was waiting for you.

For a moment, the breath was caught in your throat, before you caught the teasing glimmer of Yoongi’s eyes.

“Don’t do that!” you huffed, only mildly annoyed as you stormed past him where he was reclining on the railing at the top. It was possible you were the only one who could see him right now.

His laughter followed you into battle as you reached the rooftop and picked up the pace, shooting blue to pierce the red flames. A moment later, movement behind them. You rolled your eyes. Phoenix could be so obvious.

You shot once more, sending her fleeing the opposite way, then another. You stepped boredly out of the path of a lick of fire that came your way.

Focussed, you raised your arms- Only for gold to shoot through the night instead, flashing in the corner of your vision, whizzing close by your head.

Momentarily distracted, you whirled around with anger written on your features, ready to rage at Jungkook.

Your teammate had just arrived, racing to join you. His hair flew all over the place, eyes glittering with steel, messy and exhilarated from the night’s action. Much to your incredulity, he met your eyes with a crooked grin.

It faded to a smirk as he came into earshot.

“Thank me later.”

Before you could respond, he had taken off. A few metres from you, he tackled a body to the ground. They had been coming in your direction.

The gun they had been aiming shot its glowing forcefield uselessly away into the night.

Maybe Jungkook was useful after all.

Turning back to Phoenix, you found her rushing around the towering flames and straight toward you. Fire grew in her wake, blooming in her footprints.

All a very intimidating show.

She leapt, and you easily struck her down, catching her chest with a well-aimed blow.

Much less assured now, you watched her roll on the ground, before rising with difficulty to her knees.

“Go home, Phoenix!” you called, “it’s a school night!”

Hearty laughter sounded from behind you from the guys. Yoongi stepped to your side from his cloak of shadow, and glaring orange bloomed on your side as well, mimicking her own fire.

Just a trick of the light, but Phoenix didn’t need to know that.

She wobbled to her feet, a cowering silhouette, while you two stood firm. Inside the illusion flames, you grinned.

Clearly the sight of the lost battle finally drove some sense into the other woman. For the first time that night, she backed away. Even so, she was slow. If either of you felt so inclined, she could have been dead before another breath.

She needed to learn to retreat.

To give her a final push, Jimin arrived at the right moment. Seeing the defeated figures crawling back to Phoenix’s side, he simply raised a hand. In response, a great groaning filled the air, all heads turning to see the unused crane that stood above you start to swing.

At first, it was slow motion, but the looming hook encroached relentlessly, suspended from thick metal rope which shimmered a menacing path through the night.

Its unstoppable advance at last made the message clear. The ‘heroes’ in its way were forced to dive aside, scrambling back over the edge of the building.

Striding forwards, you watched them leave. You were framed between Yoongi and Jungkook, Hoseok and Jimin joining your group, watching over the night as fire roared behind you.

“Inconsiderate, honestly,” Yoongi grumbled as he shuffled into his seat in the car, making room for you to clamber in last. “Doesn’t she know she’s wasting our valuable time? It’s movie night!”

“Whatever film we pick, it’ll be better than that,” Hoseok joked next.

As much as you might joke, it hadn’t been a bad fight. It was evident in the readiness of your laughter, loosened up after a run like that.

“You’re right guys,” Namjoon interjected from the front, “and we deserve a good night. But don’t treat Phoenix too lightly.”

You sobered up slightly at your leader’s words, but Jimin spoke up with a laugh.

“Why, Joon? You think she’s hiding some greater skill under all this? Maybe she’ll be dangerous one day?”

“No,” Joon admitted, “but it’s what she means. Bolt doesn’t care about this much anymore. He’s bowing out of these battles, he knows it’s small fry. He’ll be planning something else, and he’s sending her to keep us busy in the meantime.”

With that unsettling thought over your heads, the car pulled home, silent as the shadows disguising it.

Inside was soon a different story, though. You had no idea how Namjoon could have his head in so many places at once, clearly strategising and thinking over the Phoenix situation, but inexplicably laughing along with the others as they steadily regained their good mood.

Soon enough, Jin pulled up to the unassuming wall that hid your base.

In the garage on the other side, the lot of you spilled out. Jungkook and Jin were having an animated debate about which film to watch, Jimin chiming in with joke suggestions just to be annoying.

In the end, Phoenix’s fire barely left a singe on your evening.

All she provided was a source of amusement, really. When you did think of her, it was with something dangerously close to smugness. Your power, your team combined, left you so far and above her that it made you feel a little giddy.

That thought in the back of your mind only spurred you on in the training room. The rhythm you had fallen into with the others came easily: practising dodges with Jimin like a dance, laughing with Hobi even as you exerted yourself in the gym – and sharing electricity in the air with Jungkook.

You tried to ignore the way Jungkook would watch you, just at the corners of your vision.

As you practised a drill, if he finished before you (it always turned into an unspoken race), you had to force yourself to face front and complete it with full focus. There was something in the way he would appraise you, arms folded and quiet but practically thrumming with… something.

You would deny your curiosity. What did it mean to you what he was thinking? Whether it was critical, still picking out your faults, or whether it was something more... But how could you possibly hope for admiration from him?

The guy just had an intense stare, that was all. Heaven knows you’d been on the receiving end of his more chilling glares often enough.

It didn’t bother you, of course. There was plenty of praise to be had from the others as you settled into their team.

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Murder mountain

(Yandere Azul Ashengrotto x Afab Reader)

Modern AU

TW: Dark Content, Attempted Murder, Harassment, Non Con/Rape.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (you are here), Part 4, Part 5

Cross Posted on AO3.

Synopsis: It was simple. Azul Ashengrotto hated you. Reaching your breaking point, you decide enough is enough: you're going to kill your boss. But little do you know the dark secret your tyrant of a boss is hiding.

Part 3 Summary:

You find yourself unable to move, your plan is compromised and your boss might not be so forgiving.

*warning*

Very dark chapter ahead if you dont want to read about SA or the R word please go to the next part thankssss

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Can you roll me a paper doll?

From your fall harvest

In the murder mountain

You say it's dangerous out there.

For a silly girl like me

-

"Azu-" you murmured trying to shake the feeling back into your limbs.

Before you could utter another word you felt azul's lips hungrily collide with your own. Trying to pullback was impossible only feeling him begin to almost taste you like candy.

Trying you hardest to push his chest off your body you nudged him with the most strength you had in your fingers.

"Azul, please let me go-" you mewled as he began to wrap his hands around the ones on his chest.

Before you could speak however, a strong clasp around your wrists was felt as he held them tightly, his expensive silver coated watch dingling off his own wrist.

“Why? Is it because it's not in your little plans?” his amber musk and lily cologne now fanning into your nostrils.

 

Your mask almost fell completely off.

 

“I knew exactly what you were planning to do the moment you came to my office alone,”

Azul looked down at you boring his crystal hues into your eyes with something dark.

 

Is he going to rip the mask off of me?

 

Is this going to be it for my plan?

 

Why try so hard?

 

You were in a trance as you stared back at him with confusion written all over your face.

"What?" You meekily whimpered

“I never knew you would be the one to sneakily plan to seduce me for a weekend to keep your position,” he suddenly, snaked his hands towards the him of your plain white t-shirt.

No

 

Your stomach and heart sank to the pits of hell.

 

Why me

 

“I don't mind indulging you; I do need a new source of stress relief.” His hands were now snaking underneath your shirt, caressing your breast that were freed from your thin bra.

"Just relax (name)"

 Azul then moved his hands to lift your shirt up.

 

No.

 

No.

You werent sure what made you do it but you were able to push him enough to completely move him out of the way getting up on unsteady feet and bolting out of the bed.

Azul laid against the footboard stunned before fixing his glasses to look for you.

Racing from the room to the front door, you shakily grabbed the wooden knob, only for it to be...

 

Locked

Shit.

You have at least 3 minutes to figure out how this lock works without using a key.

You remembered the door was able to open when you walked out to unpack why was it locked now?

As you violently shake the knob and stick your nails into the key opening, it doesn't work.

Damn it

You pound at it, taking your anger out at being in this predicament in the first place.

“I wouldn't try that if I were you; you act as if there isn't a key in the Guest bedroom,” Azul practically purred from the master bedroom door frame.

 

Whatever

 

You ran past Azul, who had been not moving from his spot in the door frame, only with the smug smirk he always wore as he watched you frantically run to the guest bedroom.

Instinct had you go to the wardrobe, which made you believe luck was on your side when you immediately found the key next to his car key in the bottom compartment.

You stumbled over your bag that was laying across the floor almost making you fall backwards, your arms shaking as you grabbed the two keys.

Screw this plan; he's absolutely insane.

 

Slam.

Click

 

As soon as you turn towards the sound, however....

Azul was there.

 

In front of the door. 

 

Locking it.

You were face-to-face with Azul Ashengrotto.

And you knew what was unfortunately next if you didn't act fast enough.

Trying to access the situation, you remembered you had the sharp metal key in your hand.

Sizing Azul up, you realized he was way stronger than you, despite not having a weapon. The worst he could do was go for your neck, but you had an advantage with your little piece of metal hope in your hands to at least threaten him.

You tucked the key between your knuckles.

And so, raising your hand in a surrender position, you slowly tried to back yourself towards the bathroom.

“Azul.. Come on, let's just be reasonable here. You know I'm not into you like that, and neither are you,” you said slowly.

 

Way to be convincing

"I'm not as dumb as you think, Y/N. I know your type; you just want to play hard to get," Azul said, walking towards you, rapidly closing the space between you.

"It's okay to admit how you feel, darling; it's natural to want someone intimately," Azul said, zeroing in on you.

Unconsciously, you backed away, realizing he was

 

Thud

 

Your back hits the wardrobe.

 

“Let me just convince you how great of a lover I am," Azul said, almost closing the gap between you two.

No.

With as much strength as you had, you finally swung your arm in his direction before Azul could completely close the gap between you two.

You swiped at him with the key, barely missing his nose but completely knocking on his glasses.

You quickly tried to shuffle around him.

He glared back at you with aggression in his eyes.

 

Great, now he's angry.

 

Instead of giving you a window of time to run by picking his glasses off the floor, he charged at you, grabbing your arm with the key.

You struggled against him, almost being hit against the walls and nearly avoiding it.

No!

You grasped the key as hard as you possibly could, feeling your knuckles turning white as Azul grabbed at it repeatedly to disarm you.

Unfortunately, after a struggle that felt like forever, you started getting exhausted trying to fend him off from prying the key from you.

You left yourself open as you tried your best to keep your fist closed, unbeknownst to you.

He grabbed you by the hair, painfully tugging at your hair, causing you to yell in pain. You also dropped your only weapon on the ground as he threw you harshly onto the wooden bed, barely missing hitting the bedpost violently.

Trying to ignore the pain from your throbbing head, you writhed against his hand that was pulling your hair up, clawing and scratching at him, hoping it'd hurt enough to be let go of.

Azul then finishes closing the gap and straddles you from above on the bed.

“I didn't know you were this feisty behind that little submissive facade you have on you,” he said, violently pulling you up by the hair.

 

You screamed so loudly that you swore this was it for your hair, at least with how hard his grip was on your delicate head.

Not wanting to let him win you fought harder, even if it meant having patches of hair gone for a few months.

 

Wincing from the continuous painful yanks to your hair you shot your arms at his chest, which was directly in front of you, trying to reach for his neck.

Assuming even if you couldn't get your hands around him, he'd at least let go of your hair and focus on trying to get your small hands off his windpipe.

 

But you didn't get a chance, as he threw you down by the hair back on the bed so hard that, before being able to react, he pinned you against him with his knee and free arm.

 

With a defeated yelp, you tried to struggle once again and loosen his vice grip on your small hands, but it didn't do much.

Now being able to see his face was even more terrifying than the previous times you'd seen him in the office or on magazines and talk shows.

Being face-to-face with the monster, you could really see the man behind his angelic eyes.

 

His face was twisted in a sadistic smile that was different from the ones you'd see when he terrorized you.

 

How could someone so pleasant to the eye be so ugly?

 

Well

 

There's only one thing you haven't tried.

You closed your eyes and gathered as much saliva as you had in your mouth. With a quick closed-mouth motion

You spat straight into his eye.

Surprising Azul, it seemingly stops him for a moment, closing his eye and reaching a hand up to this saliva-coated eye.

But when he opened his eye,

All you could see on his face was

Rage.

 

“You little bitch,” he screamed at you.

He throws you down once more, being at his mercy, pinning you against the headboard, and in one swift motion, you could only gasp as you realized what he was going to do to you.

Azul then sucker-punches you so hard that you swear you see stars.

Shit.

 

-

 

You were positive that you had to be dead.

 

On this mountaintop, hidden off the beaten path,

 

No family or friends even knew you were missing.

 

Nor was your boss the one who took your life.

 

At least that's what you thought until you felt your eyes flutter open.

 

You didn't realize the punch had knocked you out or how long you've been out since the altercation.

 

All you could see was the wooden paneling on the ceiling. At least being aware you were still in the master bedroom gave you relief.

 

You tried getting up, but you were straight up unable to.

 

And you were cold.

 

Too cold..

 

You moved your fingers.

 

Good, at least you had control of your fingers.

 

But your arms…

 

You tried moving your head, but you just felt pain.

You were so certain you at least had a bruise on that side of your face.

 

He hit you well enough, but at least you lived.

 

"Oh, I hear some movement. Are you finally ready to behave?” Azul's voice chimed from somewhere in the room.

 

You still couldn't see him, but you could hear his footsteps getting closer to the bed.

You violently stirred, hoping you could move your arms before he got there.

 

Step

Step

Step

 

"I'm sorry, dear. I had to do this to prevent you from hurting me, but if you show me you'll cooperate, I might just untie your legs,” he said now, clearly in view, looking down at you with a manic glint in his eye.

"Please, Azul, what do you want from me? I'll do anything! I'm sorry, I'm scared to die,” you pleaded, trying to shift your body away from him.

“Anything is a dangerous word, isn't it? Don't say it unless you mean it,” he said, sitting next to your body in the bed before taking a finger to gently rub your abdomen in a soothing motion.

A chill went down your spine from the realization you came to as he idly traced patterns into your sensitive stomach with his index finger.

It was cold because you were naked.

"Where are my clothes?" You cried out.

“Come on, there has to be more women at work and in public you can do this with? Let's just think this through. If you let me go now, I won't tell another soul what happened here." You began trying to plead to convince him to change his mind, but when you glanced at your tormentor's face, your heart sank as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

All you saw was darkness swirling inside his soul.

He didn't care at all what you had to say.

He had already been set on what he was about to do to you.

He wanted you.

And he was going to have you, whether you wanted him or not.

 

The mask fell.

 

For good this time.

 

You finally started to wail and sob.

You could feel yourself shaking in fear and crying.

 

This wasn't good at all.

 

He was going to torture you and kill you, and he wasn't going to listen to your pleas at all.

You'd never cried this hard before, and you felt like this was the end your body had been warning you about all morning.

 

Never see your family and friends again.

 

Or him…

 

With your eyes still closed as fat tears fell from your face, and between all the hyperventilating breathes you took, you felt A pair of lips ghosting against your cheek before eventually feeling a warm peck as your tear's stream down your face.

Azul was kissing you.

It was gentle, and you'd dare say it was comforting if it were from anyone else.

“Shh, just let me take care of you; it won't be that bad. Just relax, sweetheart," Azul cooed near your ear.

You couldn't stop sobbing but eventually tried to calm your shaking body.

He gave a few more tender kisses on your face as your tears silently cascaded down your cheeks.

Eventually, you opened your eyes to be greeted by Azul over you, still giving you endless kisses on your face.

Then you could see him lift your bound arms above your head.

 

He wasn't lying; they both were secured using clear zip ties you'd seen around the office.

Even if you could run out of the room, you'd never be able to get far without cutting them completely off.

You felt him creep onto the mattress so you could see him over you, and now you could feel the pressure from where he was tightening your arms to the bed posts on either side of the queen-sized bed.

 

You felt hopeless.

 

Azul then turned himself around, and you felt a relief in the pressure on your bound ankles.

Weird how honest he was about bounding you.

At least he was untying my legs.

 

He returned to your field of vision and, immediately after caressing your face with his hands, laid a soft kiss on your lips.

You'd never been kissed before, let alone even had sex before. But you knew this wasn't the person you wanted to do this with.

After some time, this kiss became more feverish and hungry. As his lips kept clashing against yours for what felt like hours, he parted first from the kiss, leaving a string of saliva attached to your lips.

"God, how have I been waiting to taste you for so long? You definitely did not disappoint," he said in the most lustful tone you'd heard from him.

 

"Azul, please, I've never done this before,” you pleaded once more with him. This time, you mustered the most heartbroken expression you could at him.

 

Your hope was maybe to coax some kind of guilt out of him.

 

But it wasn't working at all.

 

He put his hands around your face and looked deep into them.

 

"Well, I promise to make this the most unforgettable experience ever."

Notes: aha sorry for the cut off again but the word count was too long so the next part will contain the drama and action <3

#yandere twst #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere x you #azul ashengrotto x yuu #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere x reader #reader insert #dark fic

[druidonity2]

King

#world of warcraft #anduin wrynn #varian wrynn #Llane Wrynn #Barathen Wrynn #Wanted to see if I could duel wield on my rouge the kingslayer and the sword that killed Barathen so I looked and to my dissapointment #it appears they used two different one-handers for reference in the comic so you can kinda get close but its not the right sword #they used the design of one and the shape of another uggh #Let me run around ingame with the swords that killed Llane AND Barathen please is that too much to ask #anyway #All three of the last Wrynns were killed in the same area #their breastplates aint do SHIT to protect them #which is why i am now gonna go off into a 10k rant about how this prooves there is NO reason for Anduin to be forced to wear plate armor #infact prehaps he would be safer in cloth like a proper priest #UNLESS sayyyy the little lion gremlin face on Anduin's breastplate is enchanted and anytime anyone gets too close it breaths fire at them #Someone gets too close and an alarm goes off and the little lion mouth moves up and down with a loud 'STAND BACK- STAND BACK- STAND BACK' #Anduin forgetting about hte annoying lil shit until hes getting back to his room after a long day and his bf wrathie is there and they get #a littttle tooo close n touchy before Anduin can remember to undress and the fuckin lion alarm goes off and guards rush into the room #anyway ive never done stained glass before and tried a new way to make shattered glass so i think this was good #that said the canvas size was maybe too small and it got compressed to hell on twitter and it bothers me so much #cuz anduins face is really nice but it looks blurry when i upload itttt aagh

[ghost-of-you]

5sos: puts HBG on the dice

5sos: has to play HBG

5sos: surprised pikachu face

No because those men took a glorified beach ball the size of Luke, slapped a song they actively hate and they think we like because of the chanting (hbg), 2 songs a lot of people talk about in social media and we do actively like (wayf and iydk), a song they never played before that is somewhat popular on 5sostok for conspiracy theories about who it is about (ela) and 2 songs I have no idea how even ended up on the mix (voodoo doll and heartache) and decided that literally throwing that in the audience would be a great idea. A tour doesn't need a surprise song, they made a conscious decision of making the dice, then they pick the songs on said dice and go all when it lands on half of them.

Like dudes what the hell did you think was gonna happen? That you could cheat your way into not playing it the whole tour? If you don't want to play the song don't make it an option, is not like y'all are not pretending half your discography doesn't exist, put hbg in that box and tell the people chanting for it to get over themselves. It's your show, you make the rules. If you hate a song don't fucking make it an option.

#legit the hbg debacle is making me actively hate the song #my conspiracy theory is that the dice exists because they wanted to make it through all the talking breaks without the clueless people that #keep changing hbg interrupting them #and im not sorry if you think the chanting was funny last year after the amount of times they asked people to stop youre an asshole #it wasn't funny then and it's not funny for me now personally the way they hate the song kills the vibe #the videos all have the weirdest energy #and thats a whole 5 minutes of the show we could be getting literally any other song #tmh couldve still be there maybe something more high energy from 5sos5 like haze or something #its a whole 5 minutes of the show that exists to appease a bunch of people they shouldn't bend to in the first place #if youre actively mad if you go to a 5sos concert and they didn't play hbg (before the dice okay) youre 13 or not a 5sos fan #they're playing 27 songs with a whole production #last year it was also 27 with this amazing light show to go with it #like move on let them move on no one wants to be remembered by shit they wrote when the were 16 when they're 27 #sorry this is not what you asked I'm just pressed about the issue #i was asked #anon 😌

[lilgynt]

still sobbing my eyes so never having a weed free night again

#personal #my door got caught on my laundry basket and crutches and i crashed against the walker i got my dad #and i want to yell at my brother how awful he is - which? either of them but mainly the broken door one #but i’ve done that and it doesn’t change anything let alone how i feel #and i wish my mom understood but she just hates me #and she can say she doesn’t and she buys me gifts but then hangs it over my head bc we’re broke #but it’s like i’m in the wrong for my brother violently breaking my door and then is upset i’m upset he still hasn’t fixed it #and this only came up bc she bought me a door accessory. BUT WOULDNT LET ME BUY A DOOR WHEN IT Orginally broke #like life is fine and all till i’m sober and remember my family is actually doesn’t like me and is super mean to me #and i feel like i’m so burnt out from everything i can’t even think about moving out #even tho i said fuck it that one time a few months ago #and i can’t move in with either of my brothers bc they’ve deeply hurt me and i can’t trust them like that #like do i think i would be safe with them and they would house me yes without question #do i think i would sooner kill myself over the pride issue of them constantly treating me like shit i can’t imagine living with #or being thankful to them while still feeling like #i don’t even know what i feel other than not liked or respected by my family #i know it’s lack of weed period and then just also generally living a bad life and having bad family relations but oh my god #gun to the back of my head rn please. please. #but in all seriousness first night i’ve been like huh. i could definitely buy a gun. really bad since the whole dad situation #like other night i punched a mirror when i got charged from my dentist from something two years ago with no warning. no notice #like 200 bucks. so. i already dealt with that it’s some insurance shit im seeing if i can do payments or whatever but never fucking working #with them again. didn’t even answer my question on why i wasn’t given any notices when i had them send me the bill and insurance claims

[supercantaloupe]

ao3 stats game

tagged by @malcolm-f-tucker, ty!!

Rules: Give us the links to your wonderful words with the most hits, most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words, and fewest words.

expect this to be skewed towards d20 bc while i haven't written much for that in a while it is easily the biggest fandom i've written anything for

Most hits: The Disappearance of Adaine Abernant - dimension 20 (fantasy high), 2,637 hits

Most kudos: ^, 193 kudos

Most comments: Extra Credit - dimension 20 (fantasy high), 73 comments

Most bookmarks: ^, 54 bookmarks

Most words: Starlight - oklahoma!, currently sitting at 34,091 words.

Fewest words: The Symphony of Hadestown - hadesotwn, 191 words. my first posted fic ever! look at her, she's so tiny, lol. my next shortest clocks in at exactly 400 words longer; even when i'm trying to be brief i tend to go on a bit, haha

i shall tag @tragedyposting @theresa-of-liechtenstein @kingfisherkink @grasslandgirl and @druid-for-hire! idk who else of my mutuals really uses ao3 at all so i'll just leave it there lol

#sasha speaks #let the poet bless this round #tag game #tagged for me #malcolm-f-tucker #ty! #starlight. man #i stubbornly refuse to abandon this one despite not updating it in over a year #i think it somehow has even less of an audience than any of my niche ass opera shit but i don't even care #it is my pet project and i have the whole thing planned out meticulously still #just gotta actually write it someday. i would estimate its current length is about a third of the hypothetical final thing #making it easily my longest and most ambitious work ever. extra credit is my next longest which sits completed at about 31k #my current don g wip. well i am hoping it won't get that long but who knows. i'm just at the start of it all still #also. man remember when i wrote for an Actual Fandom? lol #i still really like my fantasy high fics tbh i'm really proud of how they turned out and how much people have responded to them #even if i've more or less moved on from d20 at this point #if junior year ever drops i will be all over that shit once again but until then i've mostly set it aside #maybe i'll get back to spelling bee though. bugs me that it's unfinished and i know it still has some kind of audience that wants to see

[todayisafridaynight]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TRUSTING ME BRO I COULD CRYYYYYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭I hope it does not disappoint... REAL THOUGH about the drama you mentioned in your tags, that's exactly how I felt reading If My Wife Becomes An Elementary School Student's title, for example, but I'm told it's wholesome☠️☠️I would love to hear about the one you were thinking of though!

I WILL BEAR IT IN MIND TO PREPARE FOR ARACHTAGON WHENEVER THE TIME COMES... totally understandable to get frustrated with RNG on top of that, RPGs can be so evil 😭😭😭still, again, I'm glad you're back to it! Also totally understandable to want to play on the original consoles... NOTHING beats the experience... the availability of playthroughs nowadays is nice for sure to be able to experience the series without investing that much!

I would LOVE to see more Normal interactions between Ichiban and Jo for real😭they have so much potential for silly moments... ever-thankful for your content and I Can't Say Enough always looking forward to whatever you might have in store :] whether it's that or something else :]

I EXPECT YOU'RE DONE WITH EPISODE EIGHT NOW AT MINIMUM SO I WILL JUST SAY the Ohashi arc and Episode Ø [<- why the hell is ep eight called this] are peak to me I am soooo glad you enjoyed the arc... LOVE the OST too, Yugo Kanno is a legend. HOWEVER all the songs on it are titled words that start with S and P so you get titles like Scarlet Pussy 😭

OH BUT SPEAKING OF SP'S WACKASS STRUCTURE pleeeeeaaaase consider watching SP: The Motion Picture and SP: The Motion Picture: The Final Episode after you finish the show... there is A Cliffhanger and those are the true conclusions to the story... and SP Final In Specific is what blew my nuts clean off...

STOPPP NO THAT'S EXACTLY THE DRAMA I WAS TALKING ABOUT BUT I DIDNT WANNA SNITCH ON MYSELF 😭😭 it really is a cute show..... im ngl it has some of my fave tsutsumi scenes/performances like it TRULY blew my expectations out of the water. i just feel SOOO awkward about it cause.. with a title like That and a premise Like That i wouldnt blame a single person for giving me a weird ass look so i generally try not to talk about it ☠️ its my guilty treat so to speak and i cant even tell if im making it sound worse than it actually is (╯x╰ )

in any case... i finished Security Police SO !!! onto After The Rain for me when it comes to Media Thats Awkward To Talk About But Please Believe Me When I Say Its Not What You're Thinking :]

LMAO PLEASE like... so long as you have the right equipment you don't even really have to do much extra grinding by the time you get to him... it truly is just hoping RNG doesnt dick you over ☠️ i've been cruising through the game since tho ! i dont expect myself to get into anymore awkward blockades anytime soon and then i can finally say i finished this game (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

THANK YA THANK YA it aint much but its honest work..... i have been real dead this week tho and i always get scared if ill draw again durin periods like this- i HOPE to come up with something soon cause there really is an untapped well of Good Stuff to be explored :]]

THE SOUND DESIGN OF SP WAS REALLY GOOD IN GENERAL THOUGH LIKE not just music wise was it good but i really loved hos inoue's migraines gave me migraines... immersion... but also just knowing when to keep things dead silent (like finding nishijima's corpse) did SOOO well to put emphasis.. the weird as hell names are just bonus points by now like. Gotta Let Bro Have SOMETHING As A Thank You For The Sound Design (╯▽╰ ;;) OH BUT IM GLAD THERE'S MOVIE TIE-INS CAUSE THE LAST SCENE HAD ME CONCERNICUS LIKE 👁️👁️? i was only able to find the first 2010 movie on the site i usually go to but its somethin...

#long post #snap chats #i remember i was telling jess about tsuma and we were texting but i just know she was textually giving me that Customer Service Smile #like im SORRYYY I DIDNT MEAN TO TALK ABOUT IT I ALWAYS SPEAK WHEN I SHOULDNT and then i never mentioned it again #well. i HAD to mention it when making that Shit I Watched list and Rest Assured i put a paragraph's worth of a disclaimer there 😭 #literally not my fault the show's premise is That but it has a lot of really good scenes..... both silly and truly meaningful #i actually downloaded a whole ep just so i could clip one of my fave monologues tsutsumi gives in it 😭😭 #REGARDLESS. if you dodge this drama i wouldnt blame you in the slightest like Again good luck talking about it without looking insane <- me #moving on tho..... big fan of the Lets Play era..... now my poor ass can watch people play games i want :) speedrun them too even.. #but yeah no i love having gameplay vids on while i draw. not during streams of course but on my own time i watch gameplay vids #ugh its my moms birthday in like. half an hour and we're going out to eat... why cant i just watch stuff all day (╯x╰ ) #IN ANY CASE im gonna go watch that sp movie so !!!! be back whenever i have the opportunity to speak again LMAO

[dragonji]

before I even begin speaking let me preface this with the fact that I Know I am being entirely unreasonable and very much overreacting about what really does not need to be an issue but my fuse was already short and this just happened to trip the wire for tonight<3 anyways if my roomies don't cease making completely unannounced massive changes to our shared living space im going to go Fucking Ballistic :) <full of rage and agony

#j.txt #there is an gigantic plastic tree taking up an entire corner of our living room and I know for a fact some of My possessions were moved #to make space for and (reminder as I prefaced: i am aware its Not a Big Deal) i might be fuming over it. sorry. #like. please just Dont put my things elsewhere without even asking me first it drives me fucking insane when ppl mess with my things- #while im not around ESP bc I organize in a Very Specific Way even for storage. I'm quite possibly about to have a meltdown about this lmfao #OH AND. another mutual friend is staying with us rn and theyre very sweet and i like having them around but they also used a few of my- #groceries to make dinner tonight for themself + my roomies and I KNOW my roommates just let them bc they dont remember half the shit they #buy so just assume anything in the fridge is free for all and normally it is but this specific ingredient is fucking expensive and #I only bought it bc I wanted to stretch it out Not have it all be used up on one meal #goddddd. anyways. i will be sticking myself in solitary confinement until the rage passes and then I can be normal again o(-<

[lightningfilledsaber]

I’ll be talking about the last post I reblogged in the tags of this post for the sake of the person I reblogged it from

#mud rambles #quick lil backstory for why. I follow him but he no longer follows me so I can have my privacy bc his partners are people ive cut off #he and i have how we interact figured out explicitly he's still my friend i care for him deeply what happened between his partners and i #didnt have anything to do with him. i let him know what happened. theyre not horrible ppl just bad friends to me #anyway #SO fucking ironic to see that on my dash from them specifically because his fucking girlfriend (my ex friend who was my roommate) would #CONSTANTLY compare me to her abusive father for! no goddamn reason! #it wasn't necessarily 1 to 1 comparison but she would bring him up OUT OF NOWHERE for example one time i was literally just listening to #metallica (fuck metallica but they were MY dad's fav band so i listen to them bc of nostalgia) and she just! was like #'you listen to dad bands. my dad likes metallica' o...kay??? #and that wasnt the worst one. she would just. unprompted compare me to her dad. usually like that over things i liked but she once like. #vagued me to my face about how ~crazy and paranoid~ her dad is #NOT EVEN ONCE she brought up how paranoid he was A LOT and like. at the time i was trying to be a little more open abt my paranoia w her an #my ex best friend (her other partner) so like. idk. whether it was a vague at me or not i did not appreciate it #even MY partner brought up multiple times how it was fucking weird and she was lowkey comparing me to her fucking dad #KEEP IN MIND BTW I PERSONALLY moved her out of her home state and away from her dad to room with me and my partner #i dont remember a lot of the examples bc i want to block that shit out but. what the fuck woman #anyway i needed to talk abt this but like i said i dont wanna be vagueing my friends gf in the tags of a post i reblogged from him lmao #i can talk abt it on my own blog not there #and mandatory disclaimer please do not try to figure out who the people ive cut off are and also please leave them and their bf alone #like i said he's still my friend and i care about him #i just feel the need to say that bc. i trust the people who follow me to not go and do that but. just genuinely need to clear the air #i cut them off for a reason. i dont want any kind of contact with them even indirectly. and i dont want people harassing my friend #i specifically went out of my way when that shit went down to make sure he and i were still cool so dont fuck this up for me thanx!

[shotmrmiller]

the tale of how simon got himself a gf without stepping a foot outside of base.

anyone can tell you that alcohol reduces the ability to use logic. to see reason. it lowers inhibitions and blurs the boundary lines you've drawn in the sand.

but indulging in drink tonight is justified. you're in need of reprieve after this shit week: broke up with your boyfriend, deadlines at work appearing out of thin air, a flat tire on your morning commute. you even stepped on the end of your cat's tail.

miserable. (she's okay, just giving you the cold shoulder. you'll buy her some tasty snacks tomorrow.)

but for tonight, you're wallowing in your own misery. some uninteresting show is playing on the television, you're cradled by the cushions of your couch, a fluffy sherpa throw over your socked feet.

if only there was a way to melt this week's accumulated stress away even further.

cue the drunk texting your ex cliché.

anyone can tell you that it's detrimental to moving on. it's akin to reopening a wound that's already begun to heal. a step back when you should only be moving forward. your friends would drag you by your hair for being so dumb.

but there's an incessant throb in between your legs that's only getting stronger with every glass of wine you toss back. you're wound tight, violin strings stretched to the brink. a couple of bow strokes away from snapping.

you'll deal with the consequences tomorrow, along with your hangover.

typing in his (deleted in a fit of heartbroken rage) number with fumbling fingers and send a picture of you with the hem of your sleeping shirt between your teeth, the swell of your bare breasts on full display with a cheeky little missing you <3

he responds in minutes even though it's 2:30am.

send a vid and show me how much you miss me.

it makes your pussy clench around nothing, already slick, drooling, begging to be filled. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you bring up the camera.

when simon first gets the text, he's on edge, gripping his phone hard enough to crack. no one should have this number except for price, johnny and kyle. he's made sure of it-- had laswell pull strings to give him a secure line. no scam likely's, no cold calls, nothing.

but then some silly little bird dials his number by mistake and the sweet cherry on top is that you've sent a nude. breasts on full display-- soft looking, hard peaked. it makes his mouth water, his gums itch. he'd love to sink his teeth into them, into you, hard enough to bruise. mark. claim.

but that's for later, once he finds you.

he texts back and what you send him in response fattens his cock. a small hand tucked beneath the waistband of your flimsy knickers, gusset dampened with warm arousal. you lick your bottom lip, leaving it glossy with spit. your chest heaves with the sharp gasps of breath you're drawing.

but there's a problem. he can barely see what you're doing. he doesn't have x-ray vision, your knickers are in the way. while he can understand the allure, he himself doesn't have the patience for it. either you let him see your bare cunt or don't waste his time.

he wasn't expecting you to agree this fast. maybe a bit of push back, a little snapping of teeth until you relent but no. you're an obedient thing. submissive. just how he likes 'em. (if he wants to break someone in, that's what johnny's for.)

soft, inviting thighs spread wide, a couple of fingers curling inside your glistening cunt. (duly noticing how your 2 fingers are the size of 1 of his.) your moans spill from your lips unreservedly when you roll your pearl in tight, precise little circles. he spits on his hand, heavy length resting in his calloused palm and tugs himself at the pace you've set: jerky, quick, messy.

you come with a whimper, eyes shut and pliant body coiled tight. a frothy, sticky cream coats your fingers, dripping down to your arse, pooling on your couch.

you miss me too? sent 3:27 am

(he decides to keep you. simon can't remember the last time he's had a climax that spine stiffening in a while.)

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley smut

[neverendingford]

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#reminder to self #self talk #tag talk #every day that I remain normal (give or take the effects of moving stress) is an affirmation that I was right #that accepting trans identity was in fact my answer and it was not taking antidepressants or adhd meds #that euphoria I felt? self acceptance in the face of annihilation. transphobia kills and I'm done hearing it from anyone #like. I can do whatever I want. what are you gonna do to me? kill me? you'll do a better job than I could? #I am done with dying. been there done that moved on to better happier and more fun things that I prefer #literally the anger I feel right now. I don't care if you're kind. if you're nominally tolerant. if you're able to stay in your own lane #when I see people being even mildly transphobic I will stand up on a table and throw things at you. #that ridicule causes sup/repression that literally kills people. I'm not dead so I get to live as antagonistically as I want. #remember. you're gonna die one day. either you'll kill yourself. you'll get murdered. or you'll just live to death. fucking do something #DO SOMETHING WITH THAT TIME. stop giving a shit. do you really think it matters? #“oh but my parents really do love me” fuck 'em. tell them you hate their guts. tell them you've given up on them #call people out for being unchanging inflexible and ignorant. #don't let people get away with being awful. you can be kind. but do not be compromising. do not be permissive. do not forgive. expect better #rage is a direction. rage is forward. rage is up. rage is down if you want it to be. rage is dropped ballast.

[coryosbaby]

we (8 billion people) are begging for dom fem reader and coryo dynamic. Why she always gotta be sub like my dom ass would slap the shit out of him ong

ʙᴇɢɢɪɴ’ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ !

Synopsis: Coriolanus will do anything to get to the top, right?

Content warning . power dynamics, loss of virginity, face riding, multiple orgasms, marking, sub!pussydrunk! Coryo, dom! Reader that’s a lil fucked up

notes: me when coryo has hair real . This kinda sucks I’m sorry

When you see Coriolanus Snow, you see a desperate man.

A boy, actually. You see a boy. A desperate, handsome, power hungry boy. You can see it in the way he towers over his peers in a sort of fake dominance, the fauxness behind his sugary sweet words directed to anything or anyone in a higher position— some even directed towards you, when that blush isn’t flushing his cheeks with a feral intensity.

As the daughter of Dr. Gaul, it’s quite easy for you to advance some of your friends in their studies. You are not only her daughter, but in a position of power yourself. You know people— and Coriolanus knows that. You aren’t dumb. You can tell by his eyes, the empty, icy blue orbs not quite telling the truth.

Coriolanus, in a way, is just like you.

Maybe that’s what intrigues you so much about him. Besides that pretty smile, or those golden curls or those muscles that make you drool, you admire his determination. You know about his poorness (not all know, but some do, as Dean Casca Highbottom once quoted to him), and you know one will go far to satiate their own greed.

It’s just a matter of how far.

—

Coriolanus walks into your lab crying, one day.

Not obviously. It’s subtle, as you demand he sit down and take off his shirt so you can stitch up his wounds. Your hands graze it softly, and he winces.

“Does it hurt?” You ask him, even though you already know the answer.

He lets out a shaky breath, his hands clenching at the seat.

“Yes.”

An honest answer. He must trust you.

You hum, beginning to work on his wound with taught precision. Looking at him now, his jaw is clenching tightly and the boy is shaking so much you fear he might break.

“I killed someone.”

He states it in a remorseful tone, the tone of someone weak and pathetic.

“Someone in the games, if I’m correct?”

He turns to look at you in surprise, as if you didn’t have access to your mother’s decision of allowing him to walk in there and save his friend Sejanus. He says nothing, then. He sniffles, and cries silently.

“You know,” you state, beginning to stitch him. “I’ve killed someone too. Someone I needed to kill.” You smile, remembering the one time a student who was threatening to take your place mysteriously fell into the pit of snakes. “It was necessary.”

Coriolanus tries to stay nonchalant, but you can see the way his shoulders tense. He doesn’t say a word, so you continue.

“Was it necessary to kill the person you killed?”

He looks down at his hands. Caked with blood, knuckles drawn taught. You want to bite them.

“No,” Coriolanus answers slowly. “No, it wasn’t.”

Maybe there’s more darkness to the boy than you originally thought.

You speak to him in a much lower tone now.

“Maybe it was. You just don’t know it.” And then, “There are a lot of things certain people can do to get to the top, Coriolanus.”

Your insinuation doesn’t go unnoticed. He moves his head to look at you.

“And what would that be?”

Typical. Someone so power hungry that his head turns at the mere mention of an opportunity. You’ve got him right where you want him.

You finish up his stitches. You move around to his front, your short red skirt all of a sudden incredibly suffocating as he looks up at you with something utterly pathetic in his gaze.

“How far are you willing to go, Coriolanus?”

And that’s when, a few moments later, you get your wish: that skirt, oh so suffocating, is strewn on the floor, Coriolanus’ big hands massaging the skin of your thighs as you straddle him. Your lips press against his in a hot and heavy kiss, your tongue massaging his lips with fervor. He may be doing this for advancement, but the blonde wants you nonetheless. You can see in the way his hips grind up, the way he lets out desperate whines as you lick up his tears with your tongue. Pulling away from him, your cunt clenches when he tries to push your body down onto his crotch.

“No, Coryo,” you demand, though your voice is desperate. “I want you on the floor, okay? You’re going to taste me first.”

He hesitates, his eyes darting to your lacey panties and then to the colorful tiles.

“… the floor?”

He seems nervous, jittery. It’s not as if he’s afraid of getting dirty, or something.

No, this is something else. In the way he nervously twiddles his fingers, the way his bottom lip catches in between his teeth. It’s not as if he wants to stop— it’s more so that he’s inexperienced.

And then it hits you.

Coriolanus snow is a virgin. This big handsome boy, beautiful and delicious, has never done had sex before. He’s never felt the touch of a woman, never eaten pussy or got his dick sucked.

And for some reason, that makes you want him more.

“Oh,” you coo to him, soft. “Coryo, you’ve never done this before, have you?”

His face turns dusty pink, but he tries to deny, deny, deny.

“What? No! Of course I’m not. I’m just..” he looks at the floor, his lie clear on his face. “The tiles are cold. Dirty.”

“You’re caked with blood and sweat, sweet boy. I’m sure the tiles will be fine.”

He looks away from you, his lips drawn up into a pout.

“I’m not a virgin.” He states, merely to himself. You raise a brow, an amused smile playing on your lips as you move farther away from him.

“Then why don’t you come and eat my pussy, baby?”

His cock strains against his zipper, and you swear you can see it twitch from where you’re standing. He gulps, and with a submission you would’ve never expected, the boy drops to his knees on the tile and makes his way towards you. His shirt, unbuttoned, shows the pretty lines of his chest and his rippling back muscles, and when he gets to you, he stops at the front of your still standing knees. Satisfaction wades through you when his hands move up to the waistband of your underwear and yanks them down with shaking hands. Your smell hits his nose, makes his head tilt back as he lets out a throaty sound in the back of his throat. His tongue laves over the skin of your inner thigh, his hands going around the back of one of your knees to pull you close. You spread your legs to allow him access, your pussy lips drenched with arousal as his breath laves over you.

“Go on, Coryo,” you urge. “You want me to put a good word to my colleagues, yeah? So you better do a good job.”

He moans, his tongue finally slipping in between your folds as he tastes you. He’s messy, sloppy, and it’s good but it’s not good enough.

“God. I thought you were experienced? Huh, Coryo? Don’t you wanna make me feel good? Are you even fucking trying?”

He pulls away from you, shame in his eyes as you scold him. He pleads, his lip wobbling, his arms holding onto your legs.

“Please, I’m sorry. ‘M so sorry. Teach me, please…”

He tries to press a kiss to your cunt, but you kick him away with your foot. He falls to the ground, helpless.

“Lay down—I don’t care if it hurts your back. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He does as he’s told, all sweet and sweaty and bloody. His back hits the tile, injured but he ignores it when he watches you tower over him. You move down, pressing your knees on either side of his head. He grabs your thighs to place his mouth back on you, but you grab his golden curls in your hands and yank him back. He groans in pain, his feet kicking in a sort of pleasured resistance.

“You use your mouth when I tell you to, coryo,” you scold, watching the way his eyes flutter and only focus on your dripping pussy. “You do what I say. If I guide your head, or press myself down at a certain spot, you go along with it. Do you understand me?”

He nods, desperate to get his mouth on you, his cock thrusting into the open air.

“Good. Now, go slower. Stick out your tongue.. wider… therrre you go, baby.” His eyes focus on that one spot, his tongue hovering right over your clit. He must have read up on this a time or two. You press him closer, shoving his face into your heat as his tongue hits the swollen bud. “You see that? That’s my clit. Yeahh, stick your tongue right there…”

He groans, the taste of your sweet slick making his eyes roll back. His palms splay across your ass, digging crescent moons into the skin. You move your hips in a circular motion, giving Coryo the impression to move his tongue that way. He’s a smart boy, so he knows exactly what you’re communicating to him. His tongue moves in slow, languid circles, your slick already dripping down his chin. You can’t help but give into the pleasure he’s giving you for a moment, riding his face like your life depends on it before slowing down and stopping.

“Good, coryo. You’re being such a good boy. But you need to move your tongue down. You don’t want to play with my clit too much, because I’ll cum quick if you do.”

He makes a noise of understanding, moving his tongue down to your hole. It’s much funner this way, he thinks. The tip of his tongue can gather up the awaiting slick that’s spilling out of you, it makes your taste all the more prominent. You give him some room to experiment now, letting him move his tongue in between your clit and your hole. He catches on, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was experienced now— he’s a natural learner. Your hips grind down into him, and when he tongues your hole you use his strong nose to grind lazily against. Coryo can only breathe in your slick, his brain becoming fuzzy from his lack of air. But it’s okay. It’s okay because he’s doing good.

You can feel yourself getting close, the languid strokes of his tongue making your legs shake. You hump against his mouth, your head thrown back.

“Gonna cum,” you say to him. “Gonna cum on this slut mouth.”

He groans, his jaw working even harder now. He focuses on your clit more, save for the few times that he slurps up the slick from your hole. Your orgasm is fast approaching, your body drawing up tight.

And finally, you’re cumming on his mouth, moans spilling from your lips and Coryo’s. He’s desperate to catch all of your cum onto his awaiting tongue, his legs still moving around as he consumes you like a man starved. Your eyes roll back and you grind your hips against him as you come down from your high. Coryo pulls away once he’s satiated, looking up at you with his chin coated in slick.

You sigh, pulling your hips back to give him some air. You move your body off of him, going to your knees to watch his pussy drunk face still follow your cunt as you move. You want to return the favor, now. It’s only fair.

But looking down, you notice a wet spot soaking through Coryo’s pants.

He lifts himself up on his elbows, looking from his crotch to you. He flushes, apologies spewing from his wet lips, shaking his head.

“I tried not to. I really, really did. ‘M so sorry.”

He tries to reach out to touch you, but you just move away and down to his crotch. You unbutton his jeans, and he lets you. You look down at his red briefs, watching the white stain peeking through.

“Oh, baby. You just couldn’t help, it could you?”

You mock him, your hand palming his shaft. He lets out a whimper, his head falling back against the tile. He knows it’s too much, but he isn’t stopping you. You pull his briefs down, and boy is he big. Thick and long, all pretty and red with cum dripping down to his balls. Your mouth waters, but you figure that can wait another day. His seed can be used for other things.

You flutter your lashes at him, your hand wrapping around his shaft, jerking him to hardness again. He’s got this look, contorted and pained and pleasured at the same time. You straddle his meaty thighs, your cunt lips brushing over his cockhead, and he gasps.

“W-Wait—“ he starts, choked. “It’s.. ‘S too much—“

“Then why are you hard again?” You tilt your head at him, your movements paused because he didnt give you full permission. “Don’t you want my warm, tight pussy? Don’t you want to make it to the top?”

And that gets him going, his arousal for you and power and riches. He nods, eyes rolling back as you sink down on him. The cum from his last orgasm coats your walls and makes it easier to fill yourself up, warm white streaks dripping down his cock again.

“Oh.. oh my god,” his mouth drops open, and you’ve never heard a boy so vocal. “Please… I want it, I want it!”

You know what he’s asking for. Your stilled hips are non moving, letting him stretch you and sit heavy inside your cunt. You smile, moving your hips just a bit, letting him feel your gummy walls sucking him in. His mouth is in the shape of an o, his hair messy and disoriented. He tries to grab your tits, your hips, and with a surprising force your palm strikes his cheek haughtily. He cries out, his thighs shaking, his hips thrusting up.

“No touching,” you demand. “You don’t get to do that. Give me your hands.”

He lets you take them, and you push them far over his head as you begin to work your hips harder, faster. His balls make plop plop plop-ing noises as they hit your ass, quivering and begging for you to let them empty inside you. You move down to his neck, leaving purpleish bruises over his skin, marking him as yours. You let go of his hands so you can rest your hands on his torso, and his hands move up. Not necessarily to touch, but to hover over your tits bouncing through your tight fitted shirt. You give him permission, just a moment, to squeeze the soft skin in his hands, give them a teasing, bold little slap. You breathe shakily, his cock filling you up in ways no other has. You watch as Coryo’s head tilts back, and you know he’s close.

“Gonna cum?” You taunt, your nails scraping against his chest. He groans, nodding. “Gonna fill up my tight little pussy? Cmon, give it to me, I know you want to.”

And when he spills into you, rope after rope of warm, hot cum filling you to the brim, you let out a cry. His fingers find your clit— he’s thought this through, hasn’t he? He rubs you until you’re seeing stars and clenching around his overstimulated cock with a loud sob. He moves up to kiss you hot on the mouth.

“Did I do good?” He asks.

You smile, your hand threading your hands through his hair as you both relax against each other.

“You did very good, Coryo. I’m so proud of you.”

He breathes out a chuckle, shoving his face into your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he winces. His wound has been withstanding a lot of pressure.

“You probably want to put some ice on that.” You suggest to him. He shrugs.

“The tile was cold enough.”

#coriolanus snow #Coriolanus snow x reader #Coriolanus snow x fem! reader #Coriolanus snow smut #sub! Coriolanus snow #Coriolanus snow fanfic #Tom blyth #tbosas #the ballad of songs and snakes #the ballad of songs and snakes fanfic #thg #thg fanfic #the hunger games #hunger games #hunger games fanfic #Coriolanus snow tbosas

[dollerines]

How I entered the void so easily after 1 year of trying

So after 1 year and half of trying to enter I finally did it and I am so mad because it REALLY IS SOOOOO EASY and tbh if in this post you are looking for any sort of validation or info you smart ass already know then please REMEMBER THIS : entering the void is extremely easy. You just have to do it in a way that resonates with you.

Personally for me since I had adhd I couldn’t just stay still and affirm for 1 or even a few for 10 mins. Not just because I was lazy but because just repeating “I am in the void” for so long gets me tired and makes me think of the void more and you actually don’t want to think too deeep about it. I couldn’t wake 3 hours prior and then affirm or even have the patience to do the psych k, yes I was extremely lazy back then and unpresistent but one thing that helped me even backed then was THE ALPHA STATE MEDITATION !

You just have to find what works for you, find a method technique whatever you want to do that doesn’t seem like a chore. So In a post back then I found on @gorgeouslypink acc talking about doing the alpha sate meditation and I tried it back then and I felt really relaxed and it was a good feeling but like I said back then I was realllly lazy so after a few mins I stopped. Then many months later passed and I was still looking for anything and everything on the void. Then just like two days ago I came across another post which was pretty simple and the technique I used was called the DISTRACTED TECHNIQUE.

All there was to do was the usual you get into a comfortable position and then she said to use the alpha state meditation and used the one gorgeouslypink recommended. So I used it and then what she tell you to do is to just think of anything else just get distracted basically and this WAS SO GOOD 4 ME because back then I had adhd so it made it harder to concentrate on just affirming and so yeah I just thought of random things and then at some point where I was completely distracted I felt my body like lift up 😭 if that makes sense I just can’t clearly describe it. It felt really like a shift and I was like ‘panicking’ in a way but I wasn’t actually panicking I just kinda became aware what was going and then I got scared a little but I just relaxed shortly after. Also my fan that was making like a loud noises was coming in an out and then I only hear it in one ear and then I didn’t hear anything and I just stayed there wondering if I reached the void and i actually was!!! I didn’t feel my body it felt like I had no body at all and it was pitch black just like how I imagined the void to be. For a few minutes I just stayed there feeling the most surreal peace I have ever felt. I needed that peace fr 💀.

So then I affirmed for my desires all I said was “I have all my desired results from my subliminal playlist.” Then just to be extra sure I just said “I have everything I want.”

At that point I got really excited and then I wiggled my toes to get out because I was too dam happy I needed to see all my shit the moment I wake up and then I slowly started getting out and when I tell you I cried for like a good dam minute when I woke up and saw how DIFFERENT. My room looked. I literally screamed onto my pillow. I was so dam scare and yet excited to see how I looked.

WHAT I MANIFESTED :

Desired body and face

Having silky straight tailbone length hair cuz mines was originally curly

And everything in my sub playlist

My desired boyfriend and guys I made him be like Gojo Satoru ( because we are all delusional over him 🤪) and let me tell you he is so tall, handsome, sexy and a literal god. He is so silly too 🩷

Moving countries I now live in ny

Never actually meeting my ex and all the people in my old school forget me and have actually never even met me. Like if u asked them about me they have never heard or known me before

Extremely rich rich like hella bands

Got rid of my anxiety and mental health issue

Plus +++

NEVER EVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS.

Even if the circumstances seem to be eating you alive don’t mind that too much. Even if all seems hopeless don’t give up because you already know nothing can decide or be unless you give it power to be. So stop being goofy and take responsibility and DONT STRESS!! You don’t see God stressing do you. All he has to do is blink and whatever he wants to happen, happens. Plus a lot of confidence came from non dualism that I owe a huge thanks to @trynafindbarbiee she really said it like it is !!

YOU GOT THIS ML 🩷🩷🩷🩷

#loa #nondualism #void state #success story #law of assumption #manifesting #subliminals

[saudadeko]

ADHD tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:

1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.

2) That thing you think would help you but you haven’t bought/done it yet because you’re technically surviving without it? Buy it, you need it. It doesn’t matter if people around you might think it’s wasteful or that you’re lazy, you’re not, just do it, trust me.

3) Expanding on tip #2, if you’re like me and eggs are your main source of protein because they’re quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there. Or mash them up with some mayo for egg salad sandwiches). Other easy proteins include: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style), and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).

4) Spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. For example: the only reason I remember to use sunscreen is because I bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so I get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! there’s a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!

5) If there’s a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as “I don’t put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many-”, sounds a little stupid huh? But trust your gut, it’s not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.

6) If you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way I start a task is just by going “Ok step 1) stand up-“ and so forth. Don’t worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.

7) If you’re halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. All this, “Put things away when you’re done with them.” is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out plus it’s a visual reminder. You can also create faux deadlines like “I gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.” etc.

8) It’s okay to outsource tasks and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when they’re first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.

9) If you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, it’s okay. Otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) you’ll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks won’t get done at all. Doing those smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.

10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because that’s where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they weren’t in my line of sight. Now that they’re on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go “oh I gotta take those.” and take them.

11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE.

12) Motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because I remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. It’s okay to lean into those simple “animal-brain” type motivators, you’ll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? Neat. you’ll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? Fantastic. You’ll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because you’ll take yourself out for boba after? Superb. Lean-IN to those small motivators, they aren’t stupid or childish, they are VITAL.

13) Don’t buy into the cult of “if it’s worth doing, do it properly” it’s guaranteed to set you up for failure. If it’s worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. I put sunscreen on once a day because that’s fucking better than not doing it at all and I sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. If it’s worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.

Go forth and prosper!!! xoxo ✌️🩵

#adhd #actually adhd #living with adhd #adhd tips #felt like writing these out for reference as needed