#I enjoy triggering thirst in other people

[yanderehsr]

((My I request for Yandere Tighnari, Venti, lyney, Freminet and Wanderer finding out there darling isn't really into short guys to much for like a brother They're more into someone bigger, taller and stronger like Itto, Alhaitham, Nevillete, Zhongli))

Since I only do max 4 characters per post I removed Lyney, hope that's okay with you.

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Murder

Tighnari: You wouldn't be able to see any hurt on the outside, he is good at keeping composure but trust me, he is really close to breaking down right now and just kidnapping you, the only reason he isn't is because others are around right now, he will try to explain to you that he isn't your brother, he is your future mate you can't just cheat on him

Will glare at Alhaitham any time he gets the chance, Tighnari was already jealous of his height but now he is even more jealous, he knows that he can't suddenly get taller so he does the second best thing, he drugs you under the pretense of drinking tea and brings you to his hut, he can't let his mate still think that you aren't made for him.

"How are you doing, do you have any strange side effects... good then let's talk about our future, I got kinda mad about your cheating but let's put that behind us now"

Venti: Nonononononono, this can't be happening, this was supposed to be his happy ending, where he and you could be together forever until the end of time, but not only do you just see him as a brother, you also like Diluc. It just hurts him so much that you can't see him as a boyfriend just cus he isn't tall enough.

Venti isn't having this, you must be his, he doesn't know how he would live without you, you are like an oasis for a man dying of thirst, you will wake up to Venti hugging you in your bed as he breathes in your scent, this is how it should be, he wonders how long it will take for someone to notice where Diluc is.

"So my little songbird, let's try this again, I love you more than anything, more than Mondstadt and it's people, wont you accept this poor bard and become mine, choose the right answer this time, love"

Freminet: He feels hurt, he also feels like crying but he doesn't want you to see him like that, so weak and emotional, he wants to tell you that he isn't your brother, he already has brothers and he knows what he feels for you isn't like that, it's love, pure raw love.

Freminet grits his teeth whenever he sees Neuvillette, it was because of him that he got rejected, oh how he wished that he could kill him, but he knows he isn't strong enough, oh how he wished he was a bit taller, a bit stronger just for you, and oh how he wished you would stop trying to escape as you are chained down to his bed.

"You are just so cruel, why can't you just love me like I am, why must you only like taller people. Well it doesn't matter now, you are mine now, my love"

Wanderer: He looks at you in betrayal, it took a lot for him to admit his feelings for you, and what is this he hears, that you only view him as a brother. But you know what, he isn't your brother, he is your partner, your love, your eternity, don't think this will change that.

Wanderer when he hears how you feel for Alhaitham will scoff, to think you are so shallow to only want to date taller people, he must've corruped your sweet mind, but no worries, he is sure that when you see Alhaitham's severed head you will snap out of such foolishness and embrace him, just like how it should be.

"Stop looking at him, he is already dead and nothing will change that, look at me instead and say you love me... SAY IT RIGHT NOW, I need to hear it, please"

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere male #yandere tighnari #yandere tighnari x reader #yandere venti #yandere venti x reader #yandere freminet #yandere freminet x reader #yandere wanderer #yandere wanderer x reader

[her-satanic-wiles]

Welcome to my masterlist!

Commissions are open!

My future plans (Available to Bishops and higher, all are commissionable if you want to read them faster.)

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Titfucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS “Earthly Delight” by @thew0man ART

Glory Hole, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Pregnancy, (Kinktober 2023)

Series

Divine Desires [COMING SOON] PS

You grew up in the Catholic Church as the daughter of a very powerful Cardinal. However, in your early adulthood, the reigning Pope dies, and the title falls to your father. You learn, as the daughter of a Catholic official, that there are two sides to every story. This lesson is taught by your Satanic counterpart, who does his fair share of opening your eyes to the world around you.

One shots

Hate Sex, (Catholic!Reader) (Kinktober 2023) ⛧ Part 2

Public Sex, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Lupercalia

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Collaring, (Kinktober 2023)

Medical Play, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Thigh Fucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Cardinal Copia) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Teratophilia, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+) PS

Time Travel Prompt (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble)

Outdoor Sex (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN

Series

Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)

After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.

Lost in Translation ⛧ Masterlist

As the newly appointed Cardinal Copia struggles with the weight of a looming prophecy, a resilient scholar challenges the narrative, uncovering a conspiracy that reaches beyond the walls of the Ministry. The emergence of a forbidden love ignites a rebellion against a power-hungry Sister, whose thirst for control threatens to reshape the very foundations of the Church. Will the revelation of those schemes lead to liberation or plunge the Ministry into chaos?

One shots

Pegging (Kinktober 2023) GN

Praise Kink, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Olfactophilia, (Kinktober 2023)

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Papa Emeritus III) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Free Use, (Kinktober 2023)

Midnight Surveillance DF (21+)

Succin the Ghocc (Ko-fi exclusive drabble)

Tulips and Daisies

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Dubcon, (Fan roleplay) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Orgasm Denial (Kinktober 2023)

Deepthroating & Face Sitting (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Mary "Piss Boy" Goore PS

Era 3

Alpha

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Gale

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Moss

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Omega

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Stream

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Eras 4 & 5

Aurora

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Food Play (Kinktober 2023) S

Cirrus

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Sensory Deprivation (Kinktober 2023) S

Cumulus

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Sex Toys (Kinktober 2023) S

Dewdrop

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Realm of Souls ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+) A

In the eerie moonlit forest, you are ensnared in a nightmarish game of hide and seek with the malevolent entity Dewdrop, whose demonic force has targeted you. The chilling objective is to survive until sunrise, seeking refuge in the Ministry’s cabin deep within the sinister woods. With the dawn as your only salvation, you must navigate the haunted forest, outwit the relentless demon, and reach safety before Dewdrop claims you as his prize. The race against time intensifies, making the night unforgiving as you strive to survive until sunrise in this twisted pursuit.

One shots

Stuck in Wall (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Panic Attacks and Comfort (ft. Swiss) SFW.

Mountain

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Size Kink (Kinktober 2023) GN

Spanking (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN

Phantom

Series

The Cardinal ⛧ Masterlist

You got a promotion, and a new promotion means a new uniform and your very own Ghoul-in-training! That Ghoul just so happens to be your closest friend, Phantom. However, your new uniform and position does something to Phantom that gets harder and harder to deny.

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Rain

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Rimming (Kinktober 2023) GN

Swiss

Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)

After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.

Coming soon...

One shots

Panties & Lingerie, (Kinktober 2023)

Breathplay, (Kinktober 2023)

Panic Attacks and Comfort (ft. Dewdrop) SFW.

Papa Emeritus Nihil

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Breeding (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Sister Imperator

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[wizardfrog69]

'•.¸♡ engagement ♡¸.•'

Fyodor x reader

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You were finally engaged. The dream of marrying some rich guy was finally coming true, but why were you not... happy? Your fiance looked attractive. He had money and a nice job that would allow him to spend time with you more often than not, so why were you not screaming with bliss? Why did you feel guilty every time you would sleep with him? You never cheated on him, the thought never even came to mind, he was kind and loved you, he never cheated, never looked at anyone the way he would always look at you, and he made you feel special, so why did you, not reciprocate the same feelings?

A grand ball was held on the occasion of your agreeing to be married to your fiance. Everyone would be at the ball, congratulating you and your fiance. You had never felt so alone surrounded by so many people at the same time. The hall in which the ball was held began feeling smaller and smaller, with all the guests coming in, some of whom you did not even recognize, and neither did your partner. At some point, it felt as if everyone in the entire country came to the ball, of course, there was enough room for more, there was always enough room for more, and never enough for you.

Standing endlessly, talking to strangers, hearing them say "congratulations" or "I'm sure the two of you will have a wonderful life together" got quite tedious and repetitive. Your finance, on the other hand, was the opposite, he was greeting all of his guests with a great smile, the same fake smile he gives you when he pretends to be listening, that smile can get tiring so you simply stopped talking about things he had no interest in, after that, he seemingly had more interest in you, but what did you care, the love you had for him had long gone.

The thirst for alcohol grew in your stomach, you walked up to a waiter walking around with champagne glasses on a tray and snatched one from him. The champagne was excellent and light, you needed something stronger. It is unseemly for a host to leave their own dance, especially for something stupid such as a drink, but what other choice did you have?

As your pace picked up while you waltzed through the crowds you accidentally bumped into someone, you had never seen them before but the look in his eyes said the contrary, 'I'm so sorry sir. I hope I didn't get any champagne on you.' None of the drink in the glass you held spilled on him but you still wanted to be polite. 'It has a poor taste anyway, are you looking for something stronger?' You did not recognize the Russian accent from anywhere, so why did this stranger look and talk to you like you were long-term friends? the stranger saw you were lost in thought and decided to break your concentration with a conversation. 'Do you really not recognize me? Well, I guess it makes sense since you were mostly drunk during that time.' 'I'm sorry. Can I ask your name?' 'Fyodor.' You hoped his name would trigger something but, nothing. 'Come with me, I know where you can get something stronger.'

Before you knew it, you were walking with Fyodor to the car park of the venue. Fyodor unlocked his car, and took an expensive-looking bottle made from glass, holding an amber-coloured liquid, he also took out two old-fashioned glasses with intriguing designs on them, gave one of them to you, poured the whiskey halfway, and later poured some for himself. 'Thanks.' You thanked Fyodor. 'But why did you bring whiskey to a dance?' you continued. 'This isn't for me but for you. You asked me to bring something to drink tonight, do you really not remember?' Fyodor's cold voice did not sound at all familiar, no matter how many times you try to recognize it, it will always be foreign to you.

'Could you tell me how we met? I don't remember you at all, no matter how much I try.' 'As you wish.' Fyodor took another sip of his drink and began explaining the night you two first met. 'The day after you got engaged you told your fiance you were going out with your friends, but instead, you went to a bar and told your friends over text. You had a couple of drinks. although few, most of the people there were already talking to someone or were asleep, so, once I came in and had a drink, you came up to me, sat down, and asked if you could talk to me before I could say anything you had begun to cry and apologies. I tried to tell you to stop crying but decided to listen to your worries instead. You told me how the man you had just been engaged to did not make you happy and you did not know why, you told me about the events that took place before I arrived and about the ball, you were ashamed talking about it, feeling like a rich, spoiled child. Subsequently, you calmed down and we talked, you had asked me to attend and to bring something to drink as your fiance had poor taste in drinks and always picked the drinks with the least content of alcohol.' Once Fyodor finished entertaining you he sipped some more of his drink. 'Oh my god, I am so sorry I had to put you through that. I get a bit emotional when drunk but I don't typically talk to others. I am so sorry Fyodor, sir.' 'There is no need to apologize, I heard enough apologize that day. But, if you really want to make it up to me, how about talking to me while you aren't drunk?'

That was the day you met Fyodor. You would talk and talk, day in and day out, talking to him felt like escaping reality and going into a world with no troubles, and no sadness. Unfortunately, everything good has to come to an end, those wonderful nights you spent under the covers will have to seize, the sweet kisses Fyodor gave you will have to run out, and the kind man who would listen to you has to eventually go and watch your fiance take you into marriage without him. Your wedding day got closer and closer, and along with the horrible feeling you had in your stomach, it got worse and worse. Much to your misfortune, your fiance had suspected something was going on, usually when you went out with your friends you came back drunk, or lightly tipsy, but now you were staying up later and came back happier than you left. A week before your wedding day your fiance decided to talk to you about the recent change in your behaviour. 'I need to talk to you.' 'What is it?' the two of you were eating dinner at the moment, but he did not seem to have an appetite. 'Are you cheating on me? ever since that ball, you were going out more, you aren't coming back drunk but... happy, you leave earlier and come back really early in the morning.' You were caught off guard but decided to confess before it was too late, with a sigh you decided to confess. 'Yes, I didn't want to make you miserable, or at least that is what I was telling myself, that is why I hadn't told you earlier, I am sorry but I'm cheating on you. I'm sorry, this isn't because of you but purely because I lost my feelings of love, which I did have before, just not anymore, I'm sorry.' It was harder to say each word after another but you managed it, you could not bare to look at him anymore, wishing to leave as soon as you could. 'I... I understand. Could you please pack your things and leave by tomorrow morning. I will be sleeping at my sister's so you can take as much time as you need.' and with that, he only stood up and left, you heard the front door open and shot close a few seconds later.

What now? Do you call Fyodor? What should you tell him? Should you pack your things and book a hotel? What now?

You decided on calling Fyodor and telling the news, he invited you to stay at his house, so you packed your things, took your cat and her things, and left. Finally, you were free, free... free from what? Yourself? Your fiance, or ex now. Free from what? Ignoring your thoughts you drove off to Fyodor's place.

A knock alerted Fyodor and he opened the door to find himself face to face with your cat. 'Hey, this is my friend Star, the one I talked about.' You smiled with a mix of innocence and nervousness. The ginger cat with white socks, a white-tipped tail, and white spots on its belly meowed upon feeling Fyodor pet her soft fur. 'Thanks for letting me stay here, I'll try to leave as soon as I can.' Whilst talking, you let Star jump into the apartment and you dragged your luggage behind you into the living room. 'Why leave at all?' You felt two pleasingly cold hands wrap themselves around your waist, and a soft kiss being planted right behind your ear, causing you to laugh a bit. 'Are you asking to move in?' 'I'm asking for you to not leave.' Fyodor spun you around so you would face him, the soft smile melting your heart in an instant. 'Please, stay with me forever.' Fyodor is never someone who would say such vulnerable things, so hearing him beg you to stay with him led to an instant reply of 'yes'. This was truly one of the happiest days of your life.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I am sick and I'm gonna make it everyone's problem >:(

Have a wonderful day/night and enjoy the evening with a nice cup of tea or iced tea, depending on the weather.

-love, Az

#bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #fyodor x y/n #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor fluff #fyodor imagines #fyodor x you #fyodor #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoevsky bsd #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd

[archivalofsins]

Can't wait for people to start acting like they're experts on a very personal and subjective disorder by telling people they know nothing about personally how it should be discussed in their opinion. That's sarcasm, by the way.

I sincerely hope people can be more respectful when discussing Mikoto, but my hopes aren't high in that regard given the behavior I've seen so far.

Whether they be a singlet or a system is of little importance, in my opinion. Presenting oneself as being intimately aware of how any disorder is based solely on one's personal experience with said disorder or knowing others that have it is how stereotypes form.

Doing this is incredibly harmful regardless if one is speaking from a place of good intent. Dissociative Identity Disorder isn't a fucking monolith and creating an evironment in which it can be viewed as one causes harm to those who don't fit into that monolith. Regardless of if a stereotype is positive or negative, it's still a stereotype that is capable of damaging one person as much as it is of helping another.

So, hopefully, people can move more respectfully and recognize that they do not know what others are going through or how any disorder specifically impacts an individual outside of themselves. Basically, it'd be great if people got more comfortable with saying in my opinion instead of presenting subjectivity as fact.

People are varied and shaped by so many incredibly mundane and large things. It is actually impossible for anyone on this planet to be exactly the same as anyone else. Regardless of if they have certain diagnosis in common or not. This is coming from me the most high-strung and possibly viewed as heavily opinionated person, but at this point, even we're just like chill a little.

If people could recognize that the topics in Amane's trial could be triggering to some I believe the fandom is more than capable of recognizing that how dissociative identity disorder is discussed can be triggering to those suffering from it. Especially considering how it is formed and the very immense amount of thirst and sexualization of Mikoto that is shortly on the horizon. Ya know the guy with the disorder that is intrinsically tied to childhood abuse and sexual trauma. That thing.

It's not even out yet, and he's already being heavily sexualized. He always has been, but this sexualization can impact others a lot differently based on their struggles with the disorder and how far into their personal journey with it they are. Hence why I haven't made any blatant statements on those more heavy aspects of the situation.

Because it is discomforting for me personally due to my experiences. So, it's best to tread with respect and consideration or for those who would have a problem with this behavior like me blacklist the tags and just enjoy it personally on your own at your own pace if it becomes too much.

Milgram is not worth causing further emotional harm to oneself. Especially when it has to do with a disorder as related to trauma as this one. So, please make sure to take care of yourselves and take a step back if it's getting to an unbearable point.

#milgram #mikoto kayano #gunsli rambels

[ghostofskywalker]

i am so tired right now and accidentally deleted the ask instead of clicking "answer", so this ficlet is for an anon who requested "can our goal be not to die today" - "that seems like a lot to ask" with harley quinn! i hope you enjoy it :)

words: 818

What a Night

summary: you should have known what you were getting into when you began hanging out with her, but of course sometimes love is truly blind.

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“Hey Harley!” you yelled from the passenger seat of the car. 

She didn’t listen, and you didn’t really have a way to confirm this from where you were sitting, but you had a feeling that the gas pedal of the car you were riding in was practically resting on the floor of the car, and she had no intention of changing that any time soon. 

“What’s up pumpkin?” How she had the confidence to look over and shoot you a smile while the car was weaving in and out of Gotham traffic at full speed was beyond your comprehension, and you certainly didn’t feel safer for it. 

“Can our goal be not to die today?” 

Something (you thought it might have been a whole watermelon, but you honestly weren’t too sure) came flying off the truck in front of you, and Harley swerved just before it made contact with the windshield. “I don’t know!” she called out, as even though the windows were closed the radio was turned up inexplicably loud. “That seems like a lot to ask!” 

“I don’t feel like it is!” 

The sound of gunshots joined the cacophony of Gotham’s night noises, and you were sure that they had to be raining down all around the car. You should have really expected some kind of chaos to start when you hang around Harley, and maybe you should have said no to tonight, but you couldn’t help it. Even now, with a manic glint in her eye as she played fast and loose with the traffic rules of Gotham (and your lives), you could see something special about her, and it wasn’t just the crazy color combinations she wore. 

Maybe falling in love was admitting when you’re too doomed to ignore it, and there was no questioning that anymore. You thought that your friendship with the exuberant ex-criminal was right at the point where it could shift to be something more, and you couldn’t help the way you hoped that something would happen to trigger that change in the near future. You would have never guessed that you would be speeding through the streets of Gotham with her, but you supposed this probably wasn’t the craziest thing she’s ever done. 

Thankfully, it felt like the stakes of the evening took a momentary pause when Harley pulled into an alley and opened the driver’s door of the car. “What are you doing?” you called, just finally beginning to gather your bearings about what was going on. 

“No time to explain!” she called, right as she took off running. “Follow me!”

With what you felt like was no other choice, you obeyed, and the two of you finally ended up in an abandoned warehouse. Old building materials, shattered window shards, and forgotten furniture laid beneath a thick blanket of dust, and you were just thankful to finally be granted a moment this evening in which you weren’t in active danger of dying. 

“Who were those people?” you asked between heaving pants, wishing that you had access to water (or something else to quench your thirst). 

Harley shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said, with a tone that was way too nonchalant for your liking. “I can hardly ever keep track of who wants to kill me these days.”

“Can we leave this place?” 

Again, she shrugged, the smile on her face only growing. “Why would you want to?” 

Your eyebrows shot up. “Have you seen this place? I don’t think it’s been in use since before Batman was born.”

She just laughed, reaching down to take your hand. “Fine grumpy. I can take you home now, how’s that?” 

“Are we actually going to make it there, or are we going to die two blocks away?” 

“I don’t know!” She giggled as she began to pull you back towards the car. “And isn’t that the fun part of all this?” 

“I think you and I have different definitions of fun Harley.” 

“Oh?” she stopped in her tracks. “And what would you consider fun?” 

“I don’t know, maybe dinner out somewhere? Anywhere where I’m not in mortal peril, really.” 

You hadn’t even realized what you said until you watched her expression shift. “Is this your way of asking me out?” 

Maybe it was the insane car chase you had just experienced, a side effect of the adrenaline that was so obviously pumping through your body right now, but you didn’t shy away. “And what if it is? Would you say yes?” 

Harley answered your question by leaning in to steal a kiss from you, just before she turned and sprinted away from you, gleeful laughter escaping her mouth as she shouted something about racing her back to the car. 

And with the potential of another kiss (and one even better than that) suddenly on the table, you took off running after her, this time a little less worried about your life.

- the end -

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[vilsoo]

FLIRT WITH DEATH⌇GOJO SATORU

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 4,060

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : at a halloween party you watch a live performance from an underground band, admiring the lead singer; gojo satoru. somehow grabbing his attention, you spend the rest of the night together. but for gojo’s reckless and greedy thirst for fame, he had other plans for you…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : groupie, noncon (reader is drunk and high), intoxication, betrayal, psychotic gojo, fame glorification, ritual, drugging, degradation, teared clothing, brutal murder, gore. DNI IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH TRIGGERING CONTENT ⚠︎

inspired by the ritual scene from “Jennifer’s Body” (2009), “Pearl” (2022), and Maxine from “X” (2022)

HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

[HAUNTED HOUSE ANNOUNCER] You are now entering the Flirt With Death live venue. This haunted house attraction depicts explicit sexual scenes, violence, gore, special effects, and content warnings posted. For a fun and safe experience, please follow our code of conduct: no touching live performers and decorations, no flash photography, and no eating. Smoking and drinking are permitted for venue attractions only. We hope you enjoy.

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The very moment your wondering eyes met with Gojo Satoru’s was the moment declaring the last night of your life. That frightful Halloween night, you were the one with the shiny price tag that captivated him that night.

Everything was going perfect. It was one of those cool autumn nights, the city radiant with luminous, twinkling colors. You were at this Halloween party taking place at a friend-of-a-friend’s luxurious mansion. The nightly ambiance was exhilarating, the Halloween decorations were spot-on, and the drinks were strong enough to ease your mind. There was also a large platform set up as a stage with instruments, multi-colored spotlights, and a fog machine lightly filling the room.

You were leaning against the wall finishing up your drink, all glamorous in your skimpy costume while absentmindedly seeing young adults on the dance floor all over each other and raising their red cups in the air with a grin. That’s when the loud music started to fade, and a man walks up the stage with a microphone.

“How’s everybody doing tonight!?” he exulted, hyping the crowd up with cheers. “I know y’all have been waiting long enough to see our guest performers tonight! We have a tribute act performance by our favorite local grunge band, who just debuted three months ago. Now, please welcome, Flirt With Death!”

The crowd goes wild again, hyping up the band members as they make their way up the stage. Hearing the name suddenly heightened every nerve of your body, as if you were just electrocuted by the most hazardous downed powerline. The more the party got louder, the more your adrenaline rushed. You were in utter bewilderment of everything that was happening at that moment, and nothing could tame the fiery excitement coursing every fiber of your being.

Flirt With Death was your favorite band from your city. And to have them be guest performers for this insanely huge Halloween party caught you utterly by surprise, vanishing your regrets of showing up here with people you barely know. Squeezing your way through the crowd to get closer wasn’t much of a problem since it was loosely crowded. Your body falls to a feverish state at the heavenly sight of the lead singer, Gojo Satoru. Nothing could soothe the erratic adrenaline rushes from being up close and seeing him in person for the first time.

“Thank you for having us tonight. It’s so good to be here with y’all!” Gojo exulted into the microphone, the teeth flashing from his wide grin so radiant you could become blind. “We’ll be singin’ a few of our favorite covers! I hope y’all enjoy and have a happy fuckin’ Halloween!”

The crowd roars again as the drummer counts off with the sticks and the electric guitar riffs take over your ears. Nothing— literally nothing could compare to the elated expression plastered on your face that night. It was as if your body was on fire. As if a brilliant, radiant firework set off in your chest. You had a restless heart, a squeezing sensation in the outer edges of your body, and a rushing flow of ecstasy from the exhilarating moment…

You managed to make it to the front of the stage, craning your neck back and grinning so widely as Gojo was doing dramatic poses and expressions to the lead guitarist playing the intro to the song “I Wanna Be Your Dog” by John McCrea. The electronic punk riffs sounded incredibly vibrant, thrilling you and everybody else in the party as if you were in a rave. Dark red spotlights, increased fog from the machines, the clashing of the drums overpowering your ears, and Gojo’s titillating stage presence sending you ablaze.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him; that frost-haired man with pale, angelic skin, glossy soft lips, and an enticing appeal to him. It felt slightly infuriating to you that there could be other girls from the crowd who’s never seen this heavenly man before and could start falling for him. Ever since you discovered them, you started gatekeeping— the band, the discography, and Gojo himself. They were still unknown at that time, their monthly listeners on Spotify ranging around 60,000. Without thinking twice, an exhilarating thought rushed past your mind that night: A chance to interact with Gojo before anyone else could.

If only you knew that your desperation would soon lead to your demise. Because at that very moment, where the world slowed down and fell blurry to the climax of the song, it felt as if it was just you and Gojo. Acknowledging your curious presence down at the crowd. Him making the most intense, prolonged eye contact with you through those hypnotizing, icy blue eyes, burning into yours. The last time of your perfect life where everything felt so surreal— being noticed by your long admired idol. Gazing down from the stage, giving flirty winks and genuine smiles at you like the only girl at the party. It was your dream come true, your perfect fairy tale ecstasy, your moment.

“What’s your name?” he asked, squatting down on the stage before you without the microphone.

“Y/N,” you replied, internally gushing.

“Let’s have some drinks together, Y/N. Meet at the bar later!”

But little did you know that spending the rest of the night while drunk was your last ever experience of happiness.

After the band's performance, you were at the designated bar. You felt like the most ravishing, enchanting girl at the party that night— to ever be offered drinks in the presence of the most beautiful man you ever laid your eyes on. You were stunned beyond your belief. Gojo wasn't even a big star (yet), but in your own eyes he exhibited the title so perfectly. He watches the way you get all coy and coquettish with him like a hopeless romantic, swooning over his divine voice and how his songs were like harmonious love spells to you. You tell him that his divine talent and beauty blossomed something in you the day you discovered him back in Summer 2021, that sultry, sensual Summer where nothing mattered to you... Consuming his music, his creativity, his passions, his undying love for his listeners… There was something about Gojo fucking Satoru that utterly bewitched you.

An ardent couple you two were that night, drinking and giggling together as the crowd of the party kept growing when time passed. As the man kept buying you more drinks, you didn’t realize he was moving you to different areas of the large estate. First, the both of you were on the dance floor, feeling the stranger caressing your waist when you kept moving your body on his. He cupped your face as if he knew just what you wanted. And once your lips finally met, something like fire and passion ignited, deepening the kiss. As if a kiss from who you thought was Gojo Satoru himself couldn’t intoxicate you more, he kept encouraging you to drink up from his cup, holding your chin up and watching the way you consumed the mysterious liquor. And then at that moment, everything started to change.

You were slowing down while the world around sped up. Nothing was making sense to you. Your eyes began to sulk and your knees felt weak. The next location you remembered that night was somewhere in a secluded lounge area, where nobody else was. You kept babbling on and on about nothing, since you lost hold of your coherence, allowing him to keep you drinking. He was moving you around like a lifeless doll, feeling all fuzzy and floating as he kept speaking words to you that you couldn’t make out. But of course, in the vulnerable state you were that your mind couldn’t keep up with, you listened to everything he said to you and took every word and every behavior of his as if it was good for you.

“Tonight, you belong to me,” he cooed in your ear while you were on his lap. “I’ll own you in every way possible… because after this, I have a surprise for you.”

There was nothing that could stop your strong and unbearable passion for Gojo. Even in your drunken state, you couldn’t get ahold of your excitement. You were ready for this, you were made for this. Made for him. This was your everything with him, and being high and intoxicated together felt like writhing into an unexplainable ecstatic state of mind. The slapping of your skins, the sweet moans, loss of breath, the heat, the unforgettable sensation. Each hard thrust into your aching cunt sent you ablaze. Oh, to lose yourself in indulgence to one of your wildest groupie fantasies.

You made Gojo’s hair disheveled, his heated gaze so lust-driven and hazy, as if his mind is fogged by something else other than you. He couldn’t wait by the time he was finished using you. But the need to make a mess of you was also one of his priorities, and even when he pulls out and watches his cum dribble out of you, it doesn't feel messy enough. At a loss of coherence and balance, your mind molded whatever he did to your numb body on that red sofa as your heated fantasies being fulfilled. You were clouded with so overwhelming pleasure all the way to your core, knowing that you were getting fucked so hard and good that night by your celebrity crush. It felt as if nothing mattered. It didn’t matter how fucking sick and wrong it felt. You were only dependent on Gojo taking care of you that your lust and salaciousness for him were fulfilled.

“Would you do anything for me, Y/N?” he mutters while he was kissing your neck and fucking into your cunt, drawing in an intense orgasm rising in your stomach.

“I’d do anything for you, Satoru…”

“How much do you worship me, Y/N?”

“I worship you with all my soul, Satoru…”

“Would you die for me, Y/N?”

“Yes, oh— oh my god, Satoru!”

“Do you promise me you’ll die for me? I’ll give you your orgasm if you promise me.”

“I— I promise!”

It really was twisted for your vulnerable, unstable mind to create this visage of him “taking care” of you, especially the way he aggressively handled you and managed to drag you away from the party. Your numb body in his care, shoving you into the back of his vehicle with your hands bound behind you. Away from the people, away from his band mates, away from everyone. No one in sight to witness your last appearance…

The next thing you knew, you felt something hot fanning onto your skin. Your eyes fling open at the sight of fire just mere inches away from you, suddenly feeling panic and confusion jolting through your entire body. You try to stand up but your thighs and shins were tied together with rope, bounding you to stay on your knees along with your wrists tied to a post behind you. You tried to scream for help but all your words were muffled by a gag. Looking down on your body, your costume was all torn in shreds that revealed your breasts. Finally realizing your most dreadful situation yet had every pulse in your body rapidly taking over your ears from such unimaginable, staggering fear. All alone, tied up in the woods at night with a ritual set up right before your eyes. Candles, powder, flowers, and unique rocks all organized around you…

“Well. Took you long enough to finally become sober. You drank so fuckin’ much that you puked in the back of my car. What a mess.”

You froze as a familiar voice from behind drew closer, hearing the rustling of leaves and trudging of dried dirt just to stand before you. And there you were; bewildered. Who you thought you could trust, the lead singer of Flirt With Death, Gojo fucking Satoru— that godsend man with a voice as heavenly as angel hymns… looking right down at you with a smirk on his face.

And there you finally realized; Gojo Satoru was nothing but a twisted, revolting man. He would go beyond recklessness just to embrace the fame, the fortune, and the adoration.

“What’s the matter, eh?” he chuckled, popping open a bottle of Delamain Cognac. “It’s not my fault you wanted to get wasted. You were so wild out on the dance floor and with me. I know you know I may like my girls fuckin’ wild, but after all that… I just had to take you out here. Away from the party and everyone. But at least I’m the only decent human being to take care of you.”

At first you lied to yourself that this couldn’t be him. But the denial you puddled up just to admire and satisfy this man, soon fell short to a malicious, cruel truth. You couldn’t help but let out more tears and sobs, shaking your head rapidly while feeling an uncontrollable ache in your heart like you were stabbed numerous times with a razor-sharp knife. Your trust, your admiration, your passion to be with him all crumbled down in the most gut-wrenching and acrimonious pain you’ve ever endured.

Suddenly, you were furious. So fucking furious that you started cursing and chastising at him, not caring if your words were muffled or if tears streamed down your face. You yanked hard on the ropes that was tied to the post as if you were going to charge right at him. But the man smirked down at himself, hefting a chuckle at your poor attempt of running free from his rope artwork. As kind as he could be, he ambled closer to pull the gag off your mouth and held your chin up.

“You fucking idiot,” you condemned sharply to the singer, glaring up at him. “Do you not think about what would happen if your bandmates found out what you were doing? Kidnapping and killing one of your biggest fans? And for what fucking reason?! Why me?”

Gojo’s heart raced, feeling hysterical and every immense level of insanity every second from the atrocious words you spat. He kept smirking down at the ground, the most twisted smirk you saw from him it horrified you. He then chuckled wickedly. His adrenaline was soaring, hence this was the first time he’s ever attempted doing a ritual for the better cause of his world. A world where everyone will know his name, plastered everywhere like billboards, magazines, articles, movies, TV shows…

“Oh, kidnapping and killing you? What the fuck do I look like, those fuckers you hear from True Crime? No… I’m Gojo fucking Satoru. I’m a fuckin’ star. The whole world is gonna know my name. A man like me deserves to have his name in spotlights. A man like me deserves to be the center of attention with all the flashing lights and the press running toward me for interviews. And once I sacrifice you to the devil, he’ll gift me popularity in return. This is the life I deserve and accept… And my bandmates? Their only use is making me my goddamn music. Nobody will care about them since they’ll be irrelevant compared to me.”

Your heart faltered, shaking your head rapidly at the shame Gojo forced you to endure. The shame for ever falling for him, the shame for drinking even though you couldn’t remember well if he was the one buying drinks, the shame for putting yourself in this situation.

“Sacrifice..?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Gojo beamed enthusiastically, taking another heavy sip of his alcohol. “I’m linked with my demons and my devils now. Like fuck, do you know how hard it is to make it as an indie band these days? Of course you don’t, you’re literally a nobody. But this fucked up industry is only useful for their hyperfixation on a top celebrity and I’m gonna take advantage of that. And because of your ‘undying love’ you professed to me… the greater your admiration, the better my reward will be. The devil would love that.”

“No. No…”

Gojo shattered the wide bottom of his wine in the fire, watching the flames blooming greater. “You know, Y/N? I just— holy shit, I just had to fuckin’ break you! I just wanted to ruin you because you were my biggest fan and for the fun of it. If I made you the happiest woman alive tonight just by spending time with me like my fucking groupie or some shit… I could so easily take that away. Oh, Y/N. You should know better than to glorify your idols…”

When the shards from the bottle scattered, in the corner of your eye there was a tiny glass shard right next to you, sharp enough to free you from your ropes. Before Gojo could turn around, you grab it from the ground with your mouth and spit it right behind you for your hands to grab. Your heart was pounding erratically when he turned around, raising the weapon above you with both his hands as if he was holding a dagger, licking the bottom of his lips and chuckling deeply at your helplessness. Your eye immediately caught the shiny glints on the shattered wine bottle, catching your own horrified expression through the reflection.

“With the deepest malice, I deliver this broken woman onto thee,” he recited with charisma.

You went back to sobbing and crying out, tugging as hard as you could to break free but all you endured was the agonizing pain stinging your wrists. The blood flow from your fight or flight response being blocked was already turning your hands numb. Every inch of your fragile body was in pain from the fire and the agony. But luckily, you managed to get ahold of the shard clenched in your fists.

“Oh, come on. You’re too fucking pretty to be crying like that for me,” Gojo coaxed. “Sadly I can’t make any promises on how quick you want this to end. I mean— it is my first time murdering somebody. And for a really good cause, too!”

“Fuck you!” you spat out, your voice shaky from the tears welling down your aching face. With your rage fuming in your core, you forced yourself to glare sharply into the hypnotic eyes of the vile man one last time, your nose flaring with hatred and your jaw clenching tightly.

“I hope the whole world finds out what you’ve done,” you whispered, hefting a weak scoff. “Because once you do this… you’ll have to live with this memory forever. That on this Halloween night… you took an innocent woman’s life.”

Gojo, as insensitive and nonchalant about the situation he could be, replied with nothing but a scoff. He then lowered the bottle in his hands and squatted down to meet your eyes at the same level, deadpanning into you coldly.

“Let me tell you something. The whole world is too busy idolizing the most fucked up people. Whether I be famous as a talented singer, as a vile murderer, or maybe a fucking Satanist— this world will idolize me no matter what. Lots of women and men will continue swooning over me. My name and my face will appear everywhere, from articles to national billboards and TV. And I’ll never experience a downfall in this career I’m about to enter in, you know why? My fans will just blindly follow me like dogs. Flirt With Death will be the most successful indie rock band in Hollywood after I give Satan what he wants. Which is, a lucky woman like you.”

“Lucky? You’re a sick fucking bastard!” you cried out.

“Oh, but you are lucky!” Gojo bantered, slanting his head at you. “I’m even planning to write a song about you. You know, as my biggest fan, I think that’ll be pretty cool!”

He inched forward and held the back of your head with his right hand, soft caressing you as you sobbed uncontrollably. You were deep down repulsed from him caressing you and trying to comfort you as if you weren’t about to face a possible demise. But it was all a distraction for him while still cutting through the ropes slickly, even having to hurt yourself. You had no mental energy to flinch away from him or curse him to get off you. You just kept your eyes shut as he pressed his forehead against yours, taking in his scent that you used to admire but now fall physically sick from. Being in the presence of this man alone now made you ill.

“Shh, shh… I’m gonna count to three, and then it will be all over. Okay?”

“No, please!”

“Three!”

Your eyes immediately flung open and you threw your head back in an instant, head-butting him as hard as you could before he could grab the bottle off the ground. You screamed from the immense migraine pain throbbing constantly in your head, panting heavily as you slipped your wrists free from the ropes you managed to cut with the shard. Then, you cut through the ropes binding your legs, wincing from the shard cutting into your thighs from rushing to break free. As you stood up, Gojo started frowning after his temporary unconscious state. You had to run.

No, not run.

Burn his fucking body. Then run.

Before any innocent girl that Gojo may prey on could suffer through the same traumatic fate, you dragged his unresponsive body near the fire by holding under his arms, struggling from how heavy and strong he was. You were almost there, almost ready to run and embrace your freedom. The adrenaline rushing in your body was unbearable and you were deep down frightened. Your head was also still pounding after forcing all your strength and willpower to thrash into his head. But it was the best you could do to knock him out. You would do anything to survive.

“Got’cha!”

When Gojo’s eyes flung open and grabbed your ankle, you stumbled over and screamed, almost about to fall into the fire until he grabbed you and shoved you in a different direction. He got on top of you and got ahold of your struggling body, still screaming in agony and the unbearable pain scorching in your back from the wine bottle shards on the ground poking into you. He pinned down your bleeding wrists onto the ground and straddled on top of you. All of a sudden, you resorted back to crying from this unpredictable ultimatum. What you thought was a chance of survival had left you in a state of hopelessness.

“That was a fucking sick move back there,” Gojo marveled, breathing heavily into your face. “I admire your will to live, sweetie. I really do. But remember the promise you made to me when I fucked you at that party? As my groupie, you receive the honor of dying for me.”

“No!”

Before you know it, your eyes widen in horror at Gojo snatching a large shard off the ground and brutally stabbed it in your throat. You immediately gag and choke from the blood clogging in your throat after screaming in immense pain. Puddles of crimson clotted blood coat on the grass and soak your neck. You struggled to raise your arms to try and gouge his eyes, but your staggering strength began to falter. In fact, he kept repeatedly stabbing your throat. It didn't take long until your weakened, bruised, and ruined body grew numb. A sign of your beautiful life fading away tragically.

Moments later after gasping your last breath and dying right there, Gojo pulled out plastic gloves from his pocket and proceeded to cut open the middle of your chest to snatch your heart, which was perfectly unharmed. It made him gag a little, but he managed to fight it with his motivation. Your heart was the final offering piece for the ritual, and the gateway to his taste of success, fame, and fortune for Flirt With Death. For him mostly.

“I will remember this night,” Gojo whispered, grinning widely now that his dreams were right at his fingertips. He could feel it, he could taste it.

“I’ll brag to your face all about my new life when I meet you in Hell one day…”

ALL WORKS BELONG TO VILSOO ©. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost/share any of my works on any social media where minors have access.

NOTES :: i know i’ve written a murder scene before in god’s whore but this one was a pain to write 💀 i’d also like to clarify that my depictions of nonconsentual sex, coercion, manipulation, and brutal murder are FICTIONAL and are NOT MEANT TO BE ROMANTICIZED OR GLORIFIED.

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[apollolovescheesecak]

touch me, a poem.

(a little poem i wrote about being touch starved, just craving to soothe the ache. hope you guys enjoy!)

touch me.

use your fingers, brush against me as a friend would, a joyous brush against my shoulder in a moment of personal triumph. let me overthink and over complicate every brush, every lingering movement of your flesh against mine. let me feel the pads of your fingers hold my hand, memorizing every crease of my palms as you trace yourself against them, and my memory with it. let your touch be a cooling balm to the raw ache in the center of my being, growing like a cancer in between my ribs. let it also be the poison that worsens it, wounding me anew with the ache of someone who hasn’t yet realized that the feeling of skin against skin was all they needed, like a man never realizing he’s dying of thirst until he stumbles upon an oasis, only to find a mirage of more sand, ever tantalized. 

touch me.

kiss my cheeks softly, like judas to jesus before his sacrifice. let my eyes water with the swirling conflicting voids of wanting to be loved, but never wanting to be exposed to do so. let me yearn for your touch, my hands cold without you to warm them. let me hold your face in my hands as you show your devotion to me, the ribbon of your touches binding us together. lay your hands on my head, such as a follower of god does before Her. let me wonder who is really the god or the follower, an ever constant mystery as shadowed in doubt as god Herself.

touch me.

let your touch bloom inside me, the movement the pads of your fingers touching me triggering a garden of eden in my veins. let the moss grow on my bones, let it swell in me as i lay down, becoming earth again, as adam and eve once were. let my body feed the earth as your touch feeds me, nurturing something so much bigger than itself. let your touch spread a supernova inside me, spreading stardust through my flesh and blood. let me stare in wonder and awe as i look into the cosmos of your touch, as vast as the very skies themselves. 

touch me.

let your touches be a symphony, a masterwork of instruments that come together seamlessly. touch my hands, my heart, my face. let your hands move, never ceasing. plant a warm dull stabbing pain in me as you run your fingers through my hair. let me press my forehead against yours as we laugh together, drinking in each others joy with vigor. let time stop with your cheeks brushing against mine, wrapping an arm around me as you try to melt into me. let me wake up in your arms, with your back pressed against me. let my head bob up and down softly with the motions of your breathing, feeling more full with love than my heart can contain. let me run my fingers through your hair, laughing with you as he lay down together and talk about nothing using as many words as we can.

please, touch me.

aka: putting on paper how it feels to have the two cars of hating people but also wanting to be loved crashing into each other at 90 mph. see also; neurodivergentcy; or hozier effect.

slightly inspired by the poem “Please Touch Me” by @ineffabildaddy (everything he writes is just absolutely insane) not good omens but it felt wrong not to give them credit where it’s due

tagging my mutuals for constructive criticism @gaykneecaps @gayitalianfish @thetisming @catboyrichardkarinsky

#poetry #the ache of wanting to be loved but also not goes crazy #touch starved #poem

[shigacocki]

Sleeping beauty stalker! shigaraki x chubby fem! reader non-con smut

🚫MINORS AND AGELESS DNI THANKS YOU🚫

A/n: this one was pop in my head, shiggy being a little perv just watching his darling. Hope y'all enjoy this thirst fic ;)

Warings: noncon + creepy yandere shiggy + stalking + creampie + some dirty talking + Somnophilia.

Someone watched in the darkness every time you left home from work. At first, Tomura thought you were just a simple civilian just having a normal day until that day when you bump into him on the sidewalk, and you send him a sincere smile. The most prettiest smile he's ever seen, and he was hooked.

Shigaraki just scolds himself for being like this... why couldn't he just decay that pretty face off and get on with his day? But he couldn't. That look made him so hard just thinking about it. Plus, people were walking by on that nice sunny day, so he would rather not use his quirk.

He's watching you afar. He's dotted your every move and your whereabouts. This is it, he thought to himself. It was in the middle of the night. He's watching you doing basic human things, then sees the lights turn off. He was careful when opening the window. You're so dumb for not checking if everything was locked. What if someone tries to break in?

He's quietly opened your door since he's been in your house a few times and saw your sleeping form. He bit his scarred lips not to make noise. Lucky for him, you're a heavy sleeper. If any loud noise were nearby, you were sleeping peacefully through it.

He's removed his pants and boxer as he's slowly pumping his cock while walking toward your bed. He's used three fingers to pull your blanket down to reveal your baggy shirt and panties poking out a bit.

" What a nasty little girl, " He mumbled to himself. His fingertips pull your shirt up. To his surprise, you weren't wearing a bra. His raspy groan out as he jerks his meat so fast.

"So.. Fuckin'... Nasty," he huffed. His fingertips move to your covered clit, rubbing it fast.

"Mmm, soo wet just for me, baby." He pauses when you move a bit but keeps going while you're still asleep. His body dips on the bed, careful not to wake you up, but he wishes you would be awake so he can see your terrified face in horror. Fuck! He's so rock hard. He leans in to kiss and suck your small breast. He gives a few pitches while sucking it. He's moved to your underwear and used his teeth to pull it down, bringing it to his face and sucking your sweet juices off. He quickly put the used panties in his dark jacket. I can't take it. I need to feel your tight pussy. He's getting into position, sideways position, your leg was up while he grabs his hard-on, rubbing it at your entrance, he did though of just humping your leg like this every night whenever you are sleeping, but he's so desperate. He needs you.

He slides inside and groans softly.

"Fuck.. So tight hughh~!" He hears your soft gasp, watching your hands grip the sheet. His hips move in and out at a slow pace. His other hand was caressing your pump bodies, then pitching your nipples more.

"Yeah? Like that pretty-? You're so fucking hot.." He couldn't take it anymore and started rolling his hips a bit faster.

You were making whimpers and mewling as he was chasing his high.

"Please.. " he didn't realize you were speaking, he thought you were awake by now, but he saw your eyes were still shut and mouth open. He's lean in to whisper.

"Please what, princess? You gotta tell me, mmm." There was a clapping noise getting louder each time he rams into your little cunt. Your eyes are twitching, almost like you are about to wake up at any moment, but your tongue rolled out and said.

"Mmm ahh, please... B-breed me." His eyes widened, but he had a sadistic mind. He didn't know his darling was this nasty. He wonders if you're on pills or just having a wet dream? This triggers him causing him to reach his orgasm, his hips stiff up, and shot his heavy load into your womb. He wasn't done as he's rutting his high away by fucking his cum more into you, biting your neck to mark you to let everyone know you're his.

He sighed heavily and dropped your leg so that he could touch your clit more.

"Cum for me, mhmm cum on my cock slut." Your whole body got tense and started shaking uncontrollably. Your walls were fluttering around his thickness as your pussy milked him dry.

It was only heavy breathing and the smell of heated sex in the air. He gave you a sweet kiss as he got dressed. He takes his phone out to take pictures of your sore, beaten pussy covered in his cum. He had the biggest smirk and then put his phone back in his pocket. He walks to the door before turning his head to the side and saying.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll come back, but if you're not here... I'll always find you," He made a tired grunt and left your home.

*Edited*

This was edit so I'm giving credit for @sugarakis-p2 since they're were the one who's did amazing job with the editing💕💕 send them some love.

#tw// Somnophilia #tw// noncon #tw// stalker #tomura shigaraki #bnha #fanfic #mha #creepy shigaraki x reader smut #stalker shigaraki #smut fanfic #nasty fanfic

[canonsinthehead]

It's JJK Thirst Season - NSFW Alphabet/Relationship Headcanons

Yall know what time it is...

Toji Fushiguro:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is either nowhere to be found before you wake up or fast asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Toji is very confident in his upper body. How it looks and its power. He will show it off by lifting you up or extending his arm on purpose. His partner’s favorite part is their lips and back.

Most of the time, He genuinely don’t care what you are, what you identify as, how big, how small, he doesn’t mind older people.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He can and will cum a liter of cum on you. Always wears condom to avoid having another kid but if you accept for him to take it off he deny involvement if something happens.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As a feet kink. He likes neat looking feet because of how callous and rough his own looks.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Official Poud-Town resident, PHD in back breaking.

No, I don’t think you understand how serious it is, he is seriously practicing (you have to do what you have to for a meal, be understanding please). As soon he realizes that it was a monetizable skill, it was a wrap.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lift up and Doggystyle because it gives him full control. Has also a thing for chair sex when he sits back and watch you do the work.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is very serious in action but often uses humor as element of surprise. You though I was just a clueless inexperience man hahaha think again. Putting the façade of “needing your help” first to make you feel bad for him and unleashing his demon mode on you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I’m sorry but he regularly has an untamable forest under his armpits and down there BUT will use your shower to groom a little bit before the action (breaking your back or go beat somebody up)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is not. We know Toji is on the freaky side on things but it all ties back to his deceased wife. All the genuine fluff, romantic talk was with her, and it will unfortunately remain that way. Ironically its that same reason that allows him to hop partner from partner. He is more a “contract” type of guy, off course he will tell you EVERYTHING you want to hear but most of the time doesn’t sincerely mean it (there’s few exceptions)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Use it to pass time when he’s bored if not doing it when he practices.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He is well versed and experienced in all types of kinks and roleplay. He asked one time a client to play “Catch a Jujutsu Sorcerer” and enjoyed it way more that he would ever admit.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere will do. Dumpster in a dark alley, a sketchy motel or YOUR HOUSE. Has developed recently liking to car sex.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Money, Food, A warm bed. He sometimes gets a kick off being dominant over someone (a little like when he fights)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

CALL HIM DADDY. He doesn’t like other affectionate pet names, I know he needs a warm bed to sleep and food to eat but he finds this word lowkey triggering (reminds him of his wife) . His first attempt at bareback went wrong and prefer not touching this part of the body on him and him S/O

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving oral and will give it only if he feels like it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He does quickies most of the time, he is really spontaneous about it and doesn’t need too much preparation aside from a shower

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Risking all for that check

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Weirdly can go many rounds on different people in the same night. Last really long if necessary if not it’s over in 10-15 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has them in his inventory curse (yikes). Owns only one because of how expensive they are for his budget.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Toji knows you like and is lusting after his physique. He will (and currently) wearing tight fitting clothes to tease you with his defined muscular body.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud for the dirty talk, outside of that his heavy breaths sometimes morph into straight-up growling.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Will gladly help you cheat with your current S/O

Sometimes will moan his wife’s name

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Toji will lightly sweats when It gets intense, covering his body with a shiny glaze.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His high sex drive is something he developed recently.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Immediately after cumming, he passed out.

Kento Nanami

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Will watch over you until you fall asleep. When you wake up, the sheets will be changed and he had already taken a shower (he’s in a knee-length bathrobe btw)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sounds weird but he likes the way his back looks and it’s the body part he focus on the most at the gym. As for his S/O he really like the woman’s figure (its curviness pronounced or not). When being intimate, he loves burying himself in his S/O neck as it carries a lot of intimacy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum is only to make babies. The rest is in the condom thanks.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Uses his glasses to hide and admire the people who catch his eyes physically and romantically

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Married Monogany, There’s only one spot available under him arm. As crazy as it sounds he spends most of his adult years so far lonely and wants to hit the nail and find the right person to marry the first time (doesn’t want to start over)

He’s giving you at least one kid (you decide if you want more)

Unfortunately, that spot is taken by Tiana so we can all cry.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, it is lowkey cliché since many paint him as the Vanilla type (when he’s not). But being this close to their partner’s face makes it in his opinion more romantic.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It’s a very serious matter.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As expected he is well groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romance and intimacy are really important. For him love and attraction are cultured from the closeness of the relationship, lowkey, intimacy is really a turn-on for him and how foreplay will happen most of the time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

No, Absolutely not.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Will never admit but likes it when his S/O moans out his name.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Places insured with complete privacy. Which is his home and high-quality hotels. Will travel to a whole different city or country to do it since Gojo (Mr. No Sense of Personal Space) tried to break in his house multiple times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The only what that his S/O is his peace is really satisfying. Pleasing his partner his almost like a duty he gets a great a sense of accomplishment (and pleasure for himself) from it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

NO DADDY, BABBY GIRL, MY GIRL, AGEPLAY, ETC. YOURE GETTING BLOCKED.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Eats the box (My lady’s pleasure is mine, actually it turns me on). If you don’t mind giving him oral then its alright,

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and passionate/sensual BUT Can be rough when he’s in the mood for it (because sometimes he just wants to sleep no matter what you try)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Absolutely not, time like these with his S/O are planned out, at least that what he says. he sometimes plays on the element of surprises. He wants to make sure you are okay with it before proceeding.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes but nothing that would make you uncomfortable. He will ask you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

1 round is all his corporate body can offer but its enough trust me

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

NO… Aside from tying you up with his tie (if you’re into that)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Whispering in your ear.

“I Love You” “Let me know if it feels good” “I’m right here”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not loud but make ear able grunts sounds.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Precise *uses curse technique*

You have to tell him to remove his sock smh

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Dont look like it at first because of his reserved demeanor but he is PACKING (idk how Gojo found out but even he was shocked about it)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average but he will always choose a display of affection over anything else.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not too fast but will evently.

Getou Satorou

Enjoys Hair pulling but you better not touch his hair

If you are POC with major (mental illness level) self hate issues. He WILL do raceplay (the degrading type)

Into BDSM

Choso

Pillow princess

Either Choso is the type to be too Good for sex/”that’s not giving the good example as the big brother OR the type quivers trembles and straight out cry as getting his soul snatched. you decide.

#headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen anime #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #kento nanami #nanami kento #geto suguru #suguru geto #choso #choso kamo #jjk thirsts #nanami x tiana #fushiguro toji x reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader #geto x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk season 2 #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines

[dead-lausen-journeys]

｜「Despite it all, it's still you.」

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｜This is the introduction post to my blog, where all my request and rules information is held in one place. As well as links to future master lists.

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— Warning! My blog is going to be dedicated to writing about darker versions of characters and my own little ideas. It is all fiction and stays fictional.

Requests; OPEN✓

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Good- whenever you're reading this, you may call me DeadLaus, or C.C, if you prefer. My first language is not English, and I'd love for you to help point out any spelling or grammar mistakes whenever they appear in my works.

Also here's a bit of information regarding my blogs filtering of NSFW contents;

For sexual content, tags like this may be found underneath the post; (examples)

— Tw. (Insert fandom name)-(Insert sexual elements), Tw. (Insert sexual elements), or Tw. MDNI. 🔞, ECT.

Please keep this in mind, and if you do not enjoy reading sexual content or sexually charged content please filter these tags out using ↓

Lack of SW (sexual warnings), No holding hands, Pure post & ✅

⚠️ Warning!!: Those which feature these tags can still have any of the below, as all of my content is going to lean into darkfic territory!

For works that feature more darker themes without being inherently sexual, (I E, things like murder, coercion, gore, other things along this line), these tags can be found;

Tw. (Insert trigger warning), Tw. Cognito-hazard, 🛑, fake fluff, ECT.

And lastly, for content that doesn't have a specific fandom. You may filter it by using these tags;

Author blurbs, Yandere imagines, THIRST💦, (insert nonspecific descriptions), 🌊💌＿, ECT.

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Rules;

- I will not tolerate any sort of bullying for people who request. As going out of your way to read things that don't appeal to you is directly your own fault. Not mine.

- Anyone may request anything, except for any sort of (for example) half cat/half human, anything that has to do with scat or piss fetishes, pedophilia, or anything along the lines of that.

- Do not request for me to write outside of the fandoms I list.

- I only write for canon, so nothing like High school or College AU's. Not my thing, but on rare occasions if I'm interested enough I might write one like that.

- Keep in mind this is a DARK FIC blog, please do not request pure fluff, it defeats the point of a darkfic. However there can be fake fluff.

- Also please do not request multiple characters from multiple of the fandoms listed below, the most characters I'll do is with head cannons and "How ▧▧▧ is (insert characters)". But that's about it.

- Please be a little bit specific, though it's not required. It will automatically default as HC(head cannons) if not specific. Like- for example, scenarios or maybe one shot ideas. Or maybe with a specific reader type- like maybe an uninterested reader or something like that, I want to make works that you'd enjoy!

— I write for all types of darling's! Here's a short list to go off of!— Disabled(Mentally or physically)!Darling, Fem!Darling, Masc!Darling, Female/Male/Gn darling, Trans!Darling ECT.

｜This section can be subjected to change｜

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— (Below will be listing the fandoms I write for)

Mainly writing for;

〔進撃の巨人／Attack on titan - All characters

〔ジョジョの奇妙な冒険／Jojos bizarre adventure; Parts 1-9, All characters.

｜｜Personal blurbs, imagines and memes.

What else I'll write for;

〔Avatar: The Last Airbender, All characters

〔Avatar: The Legend of Korra, All characters

〔Pokemon; Anime and games, All characters.

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｜〔Below will be master list links;

〔進撃の巨人／Attack on titan : (WIP)

〔ジョジョの奇妙な冒険／Jojos bizarre adventure : (WIP)

Deadlaus's Blurbs, Imagines and Scenarios! : (WIP)

〔Avatar: The Last Airbender : (WIP)

〔Avatar: The Legend of Korra : (WIP)

〔Pokemon!! : (WIP)

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Other accounts;

AO3; HERE

Wattpad; HERE

Quotev: HERE (WIP)

idk why the links are dumbasses—

#yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere jjba #yandere jojos bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere writing #yandere pokemon #yandere atla #yandere tlok #yandere avatar the last airbender #yandere the legend of korra #yandere jjba parts 1-9 #yandere imagines #yandere blurbs #yandere memes #ASK PAGE‼️‼️ #Dead-Lausen on these hoes

[yanderehsr]

Just CANNOT get the idea of Venti and a darling with an enchanting singing voice. But they refuse to sing for him.

Anywho, do with this thought what you will-

And now I cannot get the idea out of my head and it's all your fault😤

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader

Venti just doesn't understand, why wont you sing for him, why cant you let him hear your beautiful singing voice, you let others listen without hesitation yet whenever he comes along you go as quiet as a mouse, people always claimed that your voice is to die for, it makes him jealous and it drives him mad.

Venti will get you to sing for him one way or another, whether by threats of harm or by promises of rewards, he isn't too proud to beg either. Something deep deep in his heart screams that of course you wont sing for your captor but that thought is quickly pushed away. He acts like a man dying of thirst and your voice is his only salvation.

Too bad that you know that if you give him an inch he'll take a mile.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease, let me just hear it once, I need to hear it love, sing for me"

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere male #yandere venti #yandere venti x reader

[kael-writ]

Im kinda obsessed with what Adrian Clairmont's backstory could possibly be. He was a "wicked, wicked man" Before Christ, but he did make bishop. And he is extremely fanatical. So he had to have sinned just enough in a certain capacity that still allowed him to be ordained in the Catholic church. Assuming he didn't lie (seems improbable that he wouldn't confess all openly in the sacrament of Confession as a true believer does). It's unlikely that means he was a criminal, at least not convicted.

If he had been a soldier that would be a very interesting BG because it would give him the ability to have done things like kill people that in no other circumstances could he have done openly and been ordained, and also it dovetails into his work as a Hunter. It makes sense he would be so good at it with that BG. But Im not sure that fits with how he speaks of a military vs a faith organization.

Adrian is, ofc, also just a very manipulative vampire conversion therapist. He could mean any number of things. He isn't necessarily particularly honest at this point.

He is bound for Perdition and still serving The Lord, so there is probably a baseline of personal conviction against outright lying but some allowance of all sorts of sin to get the job done. He clearly is willing to lie based on some of his actions, it just seems like he would consider that a sin to be used only in necessity.

There is also the question of why he was ex-communicated, what specific vampire hunter action he took that was forbidden. Or if simply being a vampire hunter period was the offense. Even though that is historic to the church in this fiction. What activities has he done with Society of Leopold /Gladius Dei or whatever organizations that would get him excommunicated?

Why does he believe he has no way to escape hell? Ex-communication in contemporary Catholicism is not condemnation to hell, it's not even necessarily permanent. It does mean you can't take sacrament in the community. But in contemporary Catholicism, God will forgive any repentant sinner. Perhaps the implication is that he has chosen to be unrepentant of sin and continue in sin just to fight vampires.

And again, he is extremely fanatical. An unwavering true believer. A committed servant of the lord. To the point of, arguably, matrydom. Yet disobeying god and the church to sacrifice his own soul for the cause?

Just a fascinating character study. Compellingly performed, but also brilliantly created to begin with. I think the backstory being unknown is certainly not a weakness, but it does effectively make you wonder about it, and thirst for more.

(CW: child sexual abuse mention here: For good reason, the fiction of the show obviously doesn't talk about the "elephant in the room" about the most notoriously evil thing that Catholic priests have gotten away with recently (CSA) because that's extremely fuckin triggering, it's not something anyone wants to think about while enjoying a ttrpg, but it's nonetheless hard to ignore that this is the organization we're talking about, and placing that past beside them both producing and ex-communicating vampire hunters draws into question what it takes for a bishop to get ex-communicated and why.)

#Adrian Clairmont #LA By Night #vampire the masquerade #brennan lee mulligan #TW CSA Mention #(in parenthesis at end)

[theelvenhaven]

Mental Health Help

I am going to start this off with- this is not an open invitation for you to come vent to me about this. Or an open invitation to trauma dump on me. I’m sure everyone who has been here since May knows that my life has gone to hell in a hand basket and recovery has been very rough on me. I just don’t have the mental capacity to help every single person. If I could I would- I’d hug you all, kiss your foreheads, rock you and hold you tight. There’d be warm blankets, and comfort food and a big cuddle session if I could handle it. Because I love and adore all of you with all of my heart and I am grateful for the community I have here.

With that being said:

I am active in the CoD community- specifically the cosplay- the adults (because I am an adult). Yes even the thirst traps- I’m an adult I’m gonna enjoy my adult privileges. I don’t care if you think it’s cringey. I am almost 30, autistic and I write fanfiction. I am the definition of cringey and I really do not care.

But if any of you are as well deeply apart of the community then I’m sure you know what has happened in the last 24-48 hours.

As a 3xs over suicide attempt survivor- hospitalized 2xs, I feel like I should post something here. For those in that same community and because I care about all of my followers. I love you all very much and your well being does matter to me in full.

Each and every single one of you has made being here on tumblr as a content creator a magical experience. Sometimes with shitty people along the way. But all of you sweethearts who have been here regardless of how much of a mess I am and how supportive and loving you guys are I am eternally grateful.

I think with what happened in the other community, that I spread some love and share some concern here too despite my absence.

I know I missed National Suicide Awareness Month last month. But it is better to be late than never say anything at all:

If you are feeling trapped- mentally, and your passivity starts to look like intent. I very much IMPLORE that you reach out for help. I have reached out to 988 more times than I can count and I am still here, alive and breathing because of their help. I even survived the dubious Club 27 because of them.

I know therapy is a luxury. I know getting professional help is a luxury especially if you live in America. (Speaking from experience.) I know in other places they might be backed up. I can’t say for certain because I don’t live there but I know it can be a problem.

So I am attaching a list of Suicide Hotlines. I personally do not recommend calling 988- the counselor didn’t talk to me about my problems which is how I ended up hospitalized. But I do recommend texting them or using the website.

If you witnessed this happen to this cosplayer, and need someone to talk too, most Suicide Hotlines are also Crisis lines. They help with a multitude of issues- Suicide, Panic Attacks, Witnessing Trauma and experiencing a Crisis from it.

For my LGBTQIA+ people who are young enough for it:

I’m adding an undercut for even more sensitive and triggering information.

For those of you who don’t know and might be new here- if you’ve bravely ventured this far - I am also a CSA/DV survivor. I have NEVER been shy about sharing that with you all. I believe in speaking out about it even if I do not go over the details. Currently I can’t even go over many details if I wanted too.

I have posted openly screenshots of my blog before. So I do not know if my abuser is watching or not. So I have been taking some risks with my PSA’s. Though I am trying to minimize them still.

As you all might be aware from the PSA my abuser is actively trying to pursue contact with me where he can.

I do believe in listening to victims, and taking their allegations into high consideration. Because there are people like me who will never face justice. Who will never see their abusers on the other side of a plexiglass jail wall. Or standing in court before a judge. Because we don’t have evidence- whether they got rid of it or they were careful.

I will NOT comment about whether or not the allegations were false against this cosplayer in particular because there is SO much conflicting information right now that I cannot make a factually accurate statement.

If you are an SA or CSA survivor I recommend contacting any of these:

If you’re in America and Canada then I recommend:

If you have evidence- screenshots and pictures and screen recordings, before you go posting them on the internet I highly recommend that you get into contact with your local authorities. Immediately.

I know a lot of the time- again- we are not believed, and personally I can’t imagine how traumatic it is to go through with approaching the authorities. Because there was no evidence for my CSA- except for ONE video I legitimately do not even know if it exists anymore or has been posted somewhere in some dark corner of the internet. That I do not want to go to jail for trying to find out. And the adults in my life did NOT make it a safe environment to tell them about what had happened to me in the first place.

If you have evidence- that CAN put your abuser away, please get with a friend, a grandparent, a parent, a family friend, a doctor or a counselor (if you have access) SOMEONE YOU TRUST- please do it if you can. I know it is a lot, I know it must be traumatic, I know it must not be easy, but if you have the support and can do it- then I encourage you to do so.

#mental heath support #tw mental health #tw suicide support #tw CSA #tw sa #mental health resources #mental health awareness #mental health help #mental health

[slytherinsomniari]

HL OC: Oleana

Introducing my Hogwarts Legacy OC Oleana!

TRIGGER WARNING: Historical depictions of prostitution. Please be warned before you proceed, but know that she is not traumatized, she is away from that experience & living her best life.

Bio:

Oleana was born and raised in the alleyways in the depths of the dark side of Hogsmeade, close to the Hog's Head Inn. She doesn't know who her parents are so she was raised by the other girls in her profession, one of which used to be in a higher class. They taught her to read and write. Her name comes from a book on Herbology and poison they gave her to practice reading with, coming from the Oleander or Nerium plant—a pretty but poisonous plant. This routine continued until she turned 11, having to begin earning her keep in the streets.

She lived her life like that for years until she was 15. Despite this, she has always been cheerful and kind, with a curious mind and playful flirty nature. She didn't think much of her life, thinking it was just her lot, but she did look at the Hogwarts students that came to Hogsmeade from afar from her place in the alley, wondering what it was like to be like them. Her life continued until one day she offered her services to a man who turned out to be Professor Sharp.

Instead of accepting them, he told her to come with him to his office at Hogwarts & to her surprise, she was offered a place as a student. She would have to do menial chores around the castle to cover for her lack of funds, seeing as how she spent them on being able to live and have books. Full of surprise and wonder, she accepts his offer and is sorted into Ravenclaw. She is finally going to be a normal teenager and a student at Hogwarts, just like the people she's seen before. Professor Sharp is like a father to her and finds her too adorable for words. He fangirls over her cuteness, which she enjoys. Her excitement and curiosity is so overpowering that one day she ran barefoot into the forbidden forest to meet a hippogriff. She finds one & does a mixture of a bow and curtsy, and soon befriends it. She has a thirst for knowledge & no boundaries on what is acceptable, so she often puts herself in sudden situations just to satisfy her curiosity.

She is 15 because the MC is 15 (she is not the MC, she has no ancient magic) and so that she can have a few years as a student so she can learn and meet people her age more naturally. I didn’t want to bend too many rules when creating her for this world. I wanted her to kind of fit it, like my other characters. I did not go into this wanting her to be a child. This started off as a self insert character ai chat with Professor Sharp and she has become her own character. I love her so much she's my baby 🥹 I hope I haven't offended anyone with her, but please let me know if I have.

#harry potter #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #hl mc #hl oc #harry potter oc #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fanart #Oleana #Oleana Sharp #aesop sharp #professor sharp #trigger warning #historical depiction of prostitution #I’m sorry I love British history okay

[nbdaddykink]

about me

about me {you are here} ~ rules ~ image credits

yo, im nbdaddykink, but you can call me either nb, jowol, or ace. i am, as the name implies, non binary. i am also very much an adult who is well above drinking age.

im a massive whore for sub!fem characters x dom!reader, but there’s barely any content on this hellsite, so i made this blog to help compile it into one place. it’s mainly for my own benefit, but everyone is welcome to browse and enjoy

it’ll be mostly genshin/honkai star rail, but some other fandoms may also make an appearance, depending on where my brain goes that day

also, no discrimination will be made in regards to amab/afab!reader, this is not a place for transphobia. i can tag it if people want me to, but this is a place for nb/wlw with sub!fem characters, and sometimes nbs and women have dicks. it’s just the way the world works

my inbox is always open if you want to send me your thoughts on characters or if you want to share some thirsts

ANNOUNCEMENT

im going to be also reblogging dark content (i.e. stepcest, incest, dub/noncon, drugging, yandere, baby trapping, etc)

these will all be tagged with trigger warnings (nb.dark + cw.[kink], and it will be up to you to block these tags if you don't want to see them

#nb.speaks #nb.intro

[0ana-girl]

distractions

Strip all your bed sheets and wash them.

Do some dusting around your place.

Clean out your computer of unwanted files by doing a disk clean-up and a disk defragment. Your computer will run better and faster.

Get a couple programs called Ad-Aware, plus Spybot Search and Destroy and scan for adware components. You don't want that stuff on your computer.

Do a free online virus scan at trendmicro.com to make sure your system is clean.

Check online for security updates for your software. Better safe than sorry.

Exercise, exercise, exercise. It's good for you, keeps you fit and moving burning unwanted calories.

Listen to upbeat music and dance around.

Watch TV, but place the remote control far away. This makes you get up when you want to change channel, ect.

If your sitting, twitch your leg. Might as well burn calories while you sit down too.

Play a musical instrument. (For me it's guitar ... I'm terrible but I still play it.)

Design your own thinspirational or pro-ana site. It's actually quite time consuming, fun and it teaches you a skill.

Find songs that relate to ana/mia.

Burn a thinspirational cd.

Make a list of your goals and how/when you want to have them acheived by.

Try out a new hair style.

Exfoliate your body. (Must have very warm shower for this to open your pores.)

Give yourself a make-over.

Have a cool shower.

Go through the song section and download the songs, then burn your own thinspirational CD.

Keep checking back into this site, join my forums and post. (Lol, I know ... cheap pop.)

Do an online research of your favorite musician, and join any Yahoo groups that might be around on this musician.

If you don't already get a Yahoo account and enjoy the benefits like free e-mail account, messanger, groups, games, ect.

Get AOL instant messenger, then chat with others.

Unsure about a piece of information reguarding weight loss / metabolic rate, ect.? Do an online research to make sure your information is as accurate as possible.

Make your own journal, writing down goals - food eaten - calories burned - weight lost - thinspiration pics - motivational things, and such.

Brush your teeth. Get a travel-sized toothbrush and toothpaste set and use it often. A clean minty mouth can make the thought of eating less attractive. Also, if you brush after every meal and every supposed meal, it's less obvious whether you've eaten or not.

Take a shower. Hot steamy water can suppress the appetite, in me at least, and paying close attention to your body will serve to remind you exactly why you're losing weight in the first place. If you feel clean you may not want to "dirty" yourself with food.

Fidget, take up a new hobby, find something to focus on. Find something with which to distract your hands and / or mouth. Chewing gum works for many people, but check for calories. Sewing or stringing beads is good, detail-oriented and monotonous. Keep yourself occupied.

Exercise. Find something you love to do and do it. If, like me, you're too self-conscious to exercise where people can see, then do it when you're alone at home or in a locked room or other safe place. Make it interesting. The best I've found? Dancing. Find music you love, cover the windows up, and don't even think about what you may look like since there's nobody to see. It's a lot of fun, and it helps you get more familiar with your body as well.

Find triggering pictures. You have internet access, I know you do. When you feel like eating, pick an actress or model that you think is particularly beautiful and search for pictures of them ... or for pictures of people you find particularly ugly and fat. It's a slow, involving process and for me at least a great way to avoid eating.

Take a nap. A lot of people think they're hungry when really they're just tired. Also, drink water, since thirst can make you think you're hungry as well.

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