#it feels like such a breath of freedom that i have finally accepted that being alone isn't going to hurt me

[slippery-minghus]

hmm. i've identified for a very long time as being not fully aromantic, because i've had a few experiences of attraction here and there. the whole technical terms i'd used are pan+gray+demiromantic. basically, once in a blue moon, after lots of emotional attachment, there's a slight chance, ender notwithstanding, that i may fall in love.

and maybe, if i remember the way i felt for that girl in college correctly, maybe i did feel real genuine romantic attraction to her. it's really hard to say. and the boy i dated - in high school and again recently - i vividly remember being 18 and trying to convince myself that what i felt for him must be romantic attraction. it felt different than regular friendship, and i longed for that feeling enough to get back together with him but... i'm wondering if that really was romantic attraction.

which, ultimately, i don't think it really matters. because after that relationship i just ended, i know i don't want to get close to someone like that again. it's funny, the past several years were always "if the next person isn't the one, i'm done dating forever (bad end)" but now it's like... i don't have to date? i can actually be alone forever like i've always wanted to but had convinced myself it would hurt me?

so. i think it's fair to say i'm aromantic. i've always felt like i had to say "aromantic, but..." — not anymore. i am aromantic. because it makes me happy. no if's and's or but's.

#it feels like such a breath of freedom that i have finally accepted that being alone isn't going to hurt me #amatonormativity is such a fucking bitch #combined with being gaslit to hell and back growing up that everything i want is going to hurt me #for once it's like... no. i want this. and i have PROOF that it will make me happy #ace stuff #narrating my life

[joojeans]

&team hyung line: when others are sleeping

smut, afab!reader, pet names, exhibitionism

k: why k is inside of you when fuma is sleeping on the other side of the room is beyond you, but he is. you were all watching a movie together—fuma on one bed, you and k on the other—but fuma was too tired to stay awake through the entire thing. it’s probably for the best. five minutes into the movie, k was latched onto your neck, kissing and kissing while his gaze was trained on fuma, just in case. he’d whip his head back to the screen any time fuma so much as moved his head. it was incredibly hard not to lose focus yourself, yearning for the freedom to moan and melt into the mattress, but it got increasingly more difficult when k’s fingers found themselves in your shorts, playing with you just enough to distract you but not enough to make it obvious. the second k was sure that fuma was actually asleep and not just dozed off for a minute, he was on you. “fucking finally,” he mumbles, knocking lips and teeth into yours, his hands pushing down his sweats and moving your underwear to the side. he glides his fingers through your heat, prodding your entrance once more to see how much more prep you might need from him, smug when he finds out that you’re already dripping for him. “oh, you like this shit,” he teases, pushing himself inside you with a relieved groan. your arm flies over your face to cover your mouth and the lewd moan that would surely have woken up fuma. you bite down as k starts thrusting, adopting a fast pace immediately. he’s grinning even through his panting and you can tell he’s not being mindful of the situation—that he doesn’t care to be. you risk moving your arm so you can whisper to him. “k—“ your hands fist the sheets beneath you when he delivers a sharp thrust at the sound of his name, your mouth hung open in a silent scream. “b-baby… fuma,” you remind him when your head clears enough. k’s hands glide down your sides, gripping your hips. “don’t worry, baby. this’ll be quick.” to show you he means it, he snaps his hips into yours as furiously as he can without filling the room with the sounds of slapping skin. when he sees your eyes widening and your mouth falling open, he covers your mouth with his hand, insistent on seeing this through.

fuma: “fuma, need you.” that’s all it ever takes for fuma to give you exactly that. that’s how you ended up here: sat in fuma’s lap at his computer, your sleep shorts crumbled up in your lap, fuma’s cock snugly inside you, and a blanket draping over the whole set up. sure, fuma could have taken you elsewhere to let euijoo sleep without the chance of waking up to your… activities… but he claimed he didn’t want to risk waking him up by opening and closing the door to leave. your favorite show is playing on his computer screen, but neither of you are watching. this is just the excuse, should you need one. he knows euijoo well enough to know that he won’t want to believe that he just caught you two fucking. he’ll eagerly accept the ‘we were just cuddling, watching tv’ excuse, should he wake up. even if he doesn’t really believe it, he’ll pretend he does. so you’ve found yourself with fuma fucking you from underneath, your own hips grinding down to take him deeper, heavy breaths and sighs in the air. “feels so good fuma,” you moan softly, chewing your lip when he shushes you sweetly. “i know, baby. can you keep quiet for me for just a bit longer?” his lips kiss across your shoulder, moving your shirt collar out of the way in the process. he nudges your head to the side to capture your lips with his, grinning when your lips falter, your thighs quaking in his lap. “you’re so cute,” he coos, his hands sliding up the front of your shirt to cup your breasts. “gonna look so cute when you cum for me too, mm?”

nicholas: it’s probably a little weird to be staring at k’s sleeping face as you’re trying like hell not to moan, so you force your gaze to the ceiling instead. you want to keep looking so you know if he stirs in his sleep, not wanting him to open his eyes and see you with a very obvious tent under the blanket—a tent that uses your legs for support and houses one starving nicholas, tongue lapping relentlessly at your folds. you tighten your fist in his hair, head leaning back into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut when he quietly moans against your cunt. you wouldn’t even know he had made a sound if it weren’t for the vibrations attacking your all-too-sensitive nerves. “fuck,” you curse through labored breathing. “he won’t wake up if you’re quiet,” nicholas had said before disappearing under the covers, absolving himself of any responsibility. his tongue snakes down and dips into your hole shallowly, teasing. “nicholas, fuck, i can’t—“ you feel his tongue leave you and for a moment you’re grateful for a chance to catch your breath. “here, baby,” you hear nicholas say, calling your attention to him. you open your eyes and find him smirking up at you, head peeking from the open end of the covers. his hand is reached out to you, waiting. “open for me.” you open your mouth and lean forward, letting nicholas slide two fingers into your mouth. “there we go. that’s a good girl.” you clench around nothing at his words, but you don’t have to wait long for his tongue to find its way inside you again, your moans muffled around his fingers. you know this will be harder to explain if k wakes up, but frankly, you’ve lost the ability to care.

euijoo: “b-baby, please,” euijoo whisper-whines beneath you. you hum around his cock, one fist around the base, the other holding his hand. he didn’t want to put himself in a situation where nicholas could catch him with his pants down, but he couldn’t find it in himself to deny your warm mouth when you were practically salivating for him. you’d promised you’d make him feel so good and that no one would have to know and he’d believed you. so far, you’re right. he feels so good, hand squeezing yours as he tries to fight off the cries of pleasure. so far, no one knows. but he doesn’t know how much more he can take before nicholas wakes up, surely deciding to tease him about this forever. “oh god,” he groans as your tongue dips in and out of his slit before gliding your lips back down his shaft. you bob up and down a few times before pulling off just long enough to praise him. “you sound so beautiful for me, euijoo.” he sighs happily, panting as he tries to relax his tense body, but then your mouth is on him again and he chokes out a few desperate moans. you know you should tell him to be quiet, but you only want to hear him more so you push your head down further, testing your limits and euijoo’s. he groans at the resistance he feels around him, hands flying under the blankets to hold your head in place “f-fuck, baby. gonna cum.” and he does, filling your mouth with his thick seed, one hand holding your head still, the other pushing the blanket down until he can see you. “wanna see you swallow me.”

cr. cafekitsune for mdni banners ♡

#all team #k #fuma #nicho #ej #&team smut #andteam smut

[charmedreincarnation]

My main focus right now is tapping into the void, and a few people just made a post about how to use states to become a void master, but I guess I’m failing to grasp the concept of feeling something when you’ve never felt it before. To me it’s like someone saying: Feel what it would feel like to cut your leg off even though you have never felt that before. How?

When you have stuff thrown in your face in your 3D that is very unwanted and serious, how do you practice relaxation and feeling free of all your burdens?

How do you get into the state of the wish fulfilled if you constantly have things in your physical world that are screaming for your attention?

I 100% know manifestation is real, and I 100% know the void is real, I just want something to click for me because so far, it hasn’t. And I consider myself a pretty smart person lol, I guess I just want encouragement idk

I understand how challenging it can be to stay in the state of a wish fulfilled, especially when you are surrounded by distractions that are screaming for your attention. In today’s world, there are so many external factors vying for our attention, making it difficult to take the time to practice relaxation and to achieve the freedom from our burdens that we all so desperately need.

Some general basic tips I always encourage no matter the situation is for starters Try to start with basic breathing exercises or mindfulness techniques. These can help to calm your mind, allowing you to focus on being present and open to the possibilities. As you become more aware of your thoughts and emotions, it’s important to practice self-compassion. Acknowledge and accept the emotions you feel without judgment or criticism. Remind yourself that these emotions are normal and not indicative of any lack of power on your part.

Another powerful way to get into the state of the wish fulfilled is through visualization. Visualize yourself achieving your goals, picturing with detail how it looks and feels when it’s finally all achieved.

Finally, find a healthy, supportive tribe that can help keep you accountable and motivated to maintain the state of the wish fulfilled. Tumblr is a start but always try to Surround yourself with people who lift you up and can offer guidance when needed.

I’m also going to share some Neville Goddard quotes that deeply resonated with me.

“Put yourself in the state of mind in which you have already attained your desire, live in its attainment.” Keeping a positive mindset is essential when aiming for big changes, as it will help you keep sight of the goal even when times get tough. It helps you to see life as if you have already achieved it.

“Imagination is the creative force of the universe. To create you must be able to picture the thing desired in your mind.” Imagination is crucial for the fruition of something desired. It helps you to become mentally aware of what it is you want and how to go about attaining it.

“Your inner confidence and ability to believe will bring about miraculous results. Dream lofty dreams and as you dream, so shall you become.” Having faith in yourself and believing that what you are working towards is achievable will bring great results. It will give you strength to keep going and faith that in the end you will have what you desire.

“Wishful thinking is powerful and can shape our reality. If we wish strongly enough, our wishes will become reality.” Literally Knowing that your wishes can shape reality is a powerful concept, and one that shouldn’t be taken lightly. When we feel the weight of our wishes, we understand the power we possess to bring about change in our lives and those around us.

, “Always stand strong in the assurance that completing your desire is inevitable. Act as though you have already got what you want. Make it real in your mind first, and then it shall be real in your outer life.” Believing that something is inevitable helps us to stay focused on our goals, and to never give up even when it’s hard. Knowing that if we make it real in our minds, our desired outcome will manifest in our outer lives, is incredibly motivating.

But it's important to keep in mind that the Void is accessible to all of us, no matter what our prior experience may be. The trick is to shift your perspective and open your mind to something that is beyond the 3-dimensional space we inhabit. It requires a certain level of detachment from the physical world, and a willingness to explore the unknown. Ultimately, mastering the Void is all about learning to trust yourself and your intuition, and allowing yourself to explore the depths within. By tapping into these deep states of being, we can access inner peace that may otherwise be inaccessible in our current realm. So it doesn’t really matter what I say or anyone you seek guidance says, because at the end of the day it’s within you and once you access it, it’s really because you let go.

I also want to emphasize this part of the question “I’m failing to grasp the concept of feeling something when you’ve never felt it before. To me it’s like someone saying: Feel what it would feel like to cut your leg off even though you have never felt that before. How?” I think it’s a great concern but you’re overthinking it.

Imagine you're in a forest. You're walking along, observing the beauty of the trees, plants and creatures around you. Then suddenly, you come across a clearing. In the center of this clearing is a lake. The lake is inviting and reflective. You can see yourself in the lake, and as you look closer, you notice something else—a key floating on its surface.

The key is a representation of your desire. It's been there all along but you just hadn't noticed it. You become excited and want to reach out and grab the key. However, if you've never actually reached out and felt your desire before, it may seem impossible or pushed away.

To help envision how to grab and feel what you desire, try to imagine that there is an invisible force field around the key. You can't see it, but you can sense it. You want to reach out and grab the key, but this invisible force is holding you back from doing so. To break through this barrier, you must take action, no matter how small. Take a few steps closer and break through this invisible barrier by actually reaching out your hand and taking the key.

The feeling of grasping the key in your hands is a representation of how it feels when you reach out and feel your desires. When you have taken the key in your hands, it is a tangible proof that you can indeed make your desires come true.

We can use this same analogy to understand that reaching out and feeling our desires requires us take action, (accepting it is ours no matter what l!) just as we had to take action to break through the invisible barrier in order to get the key. Sometimes, taking that first step is the hardest part, but it's worth it when the result is feeling our desire from within and having the tangible proof that we can make our dreams into reality.

I can type up as many paragraphs and analogies as possible but seriously nothing compares to your inborn power I’m begging you to recognize. We can only get so much encouragement and motivation from others until it just becomes over consumption and counter intuitive.

#void state #law of assumption #manifesation #neville goddard

[iikisa]

part 1

so. this is part one of a red dragon!krs fic ive been building up… this first chapter doesnt really have much much interesting scenes as of right now, and I’d love love love the input from everyone on how to continue, ideas for characters, and if theres anything i should consider changing!! that doesnt mean that i’ll be changing everything according to commenters, but i’d value all opinions to help build this plot 🥲

I’ve already finished around 3 similar length chapters and recently got stuck, so think of these posts as drafts and final revisions will probably go officially on AO3. thanks everyone 🤪

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Oh, Pitiful Dragon (1)

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Ever since his birth, the child longed for death. If it could take away his pain and grant his freedom, he’d trade anything he had so scarce of already. And on a particularly horrible day— the day that terrible man decided he would rip out his heart and use it for evil— the little child met a god.

The God of Death.

He thought it was ironic, seeing how soon his own demise was due soon. But this God didn’t come to reap his death, rather it came to propose a deal.

And the red dragon would accept any deal to be free of this pitiful life.

-

Kim Roksoo awoke suddenly from his slumber. His vision was black and only began to adjust to his blurred version after continuous blinking. Why was it so dark? And how had he fallen asleep? He was just finishing Volume 5 of The Birth of a Hero series and now— wait, are those chains?!

His eyes blew open and his vision was finally adjusted to the pitch darkness that surrounded him. He tried to stand but winced when pain spiked all across his body. Only then did he realize just how badly injured he was. Why was he so weak? Had someone kidnapped and beat him to a pulp?! He was completely blinded by the inexplicable pain that he hadn’t realized something much more important. No— wait, pain is important! It’s definitely concerning! But… why was his whole body covered in crimson scales?

‘Oh geez, well isn’t this new.’

Shortly after he had that thought he passed out from exhaustion and shock.

-

When Kim Roksoo woke again, he was practically being strangled. He quickly gasped for air and focused in on his current situation. He was being held up tightly by a metal collar on his (very, very sore) neck by some strange man in front of him. His hair was a long, spiky mess of blond and didn’t look very well-maintained. But his eyes… they were bloodshot red and had a crazed glint to them.

‘Crazy bastard…!’

Roksoo’s breathing was beginning to strain more and more, and suddenly he felt something prick beneath his scales painfully. He looked down and saw a clear tube running from his body all the way through an open passageway not so far from him. His blood began flowing through it.

‘Blood— They’re.. taking my blood?’

His thoughts were becoming even more incoherent by the second but after securing the clear tube into the little red dragon, the crazed man dropped him to the floor.

“You’re blood is so pure and vibrant, it’s so beautiful.. just like the color of your scales! It will definitely aid our liege and his cause. Haha!”

All Roksoo could think of was how crazy this lunatic was. He was still heavily panting, because honestly when was he not at this point, but thankfully he hadn’t passed out again. Instead, he glared with all his being towards the crazy bastard standing above him. Unfortunately, it only seemed to excite the lunatic even more.

“Maybe I really should visit you more. That look in your eyes gives me chills!”

Mumbling to himself, the psycho soon left the room through the very passage his blood was being drawn towards, and Roksoo was left alone; unprotected and cold. He hated feeling this way. These people didn’t seem to want him alive for so long, considering his “luxury” treatment. He was going to miserably die at their hands sooner or later. And he was too weak to do anything about it.

His eyes suddenly flashed with memories— no, records— of his fight with the second unranked monster to plague Korea. Lee Soohyuk and Choi Jungsoo… he had let them die. It was his fault and he knew it. It was something he’d regret for the rest of his life. But… they had told him to keep living. To keep living for them. He couldn’t die. It didn’t matter how he got into this situation. He’d rather crawl in shit than die this pathetically. He’d survive his new predicament— this new life that’s been granted to him. He’d survive.

He’d definitely survive to smack these bastards in the back one day.

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Roksoo had spent weeks in that dark hell. His blood continued to flow from his body to somewhere unknown, he was paid violent visits by that lunatic, and he got weaker and weaker because of it. But his will didn’t waver for a second. Whenever someone came in to check on him, he’d mark it in his mind every time. Soon enough, he learned their patterns and found openings. He finally had a plan to escape this hell, no matter how many holes there were.. it was a chance.

With his limited information, there was only so far he could get, but somewhere deep inside him, he knew he’d manage. So, he followed his instincts. The minute his opening came, he used all the strength he had gathered and focused.

‘Concentrate. Concentrate on that feeling you’ve been accumulating, Roksoo!’

Suddenly, Roksoo felt as if he’d achieved some sort of enlightenment like the ones described in murim stories. He felt an overwhelming warmth spread throughout his body and a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins exponentially. This power… He didn’t know where it had suddenly manifested from, but he was sure now. He could get out of here using it. His mind and body began working beyond their limits, and eventually everything around him felt like it was moving at a snails pace.

‘Instant..?’

His second ability from his past life, Instant. Time would seize and he could move freely for a short while. With a heavy cost on his body of course.

‘But this… it’s similar to instant, but it’s not completely it. I think— No, I can definitely handle this much better than what I’ve been able to before in Korea.’

His new body must’ve integrated Instant into another power. And this new power was about to help him escape. A small smirk graced his torn and bloodied face. Perfect.

Shackles that were tying his limbs down shattered beneath the little dragon’s feet in the blink of an eye, and in a literal instant he was darting across the passage with his slashed and scarred limbs.

‘Keep going. I have to keep going and get out of here!’

He was sprinting through the corridors, and if anybody had looked his way all they would’ve seen was a long, red blur. A bright light was beginning to seep in between the cracks in the ceiling of the dark man-made cave he was confined in.

‘Screw the consequences, we’re blasting through!’

With incredible speed, Roksoo was right beneath the seeping cracks of light and expanded his unused wings for the first time. His wingspan barely fit within the wide corridor as he spread them out and up, blasting off from his spot on the ground and flying like a rocket towards the ceiling. He was making it out.

Just as he impacted and the dust and debris had shot up everywhere, he spotted a few individuals standing far off in the sunlight. The most notable was a red haired main of fairly tall stature completely frozen in place by Roksoo’s sudden escapade. He wore a strange white mask over his upper face, his eyes a bright red with hints of brown. The person looked far to similar to Roksoo. His prominent crimson red and his own piercing reddish-brown eyes. They would’ve looked entirely the same if it weren’t for Roksoo’s current form.

He only locked eyes with the man for a split second, and continued shooting up into the sky. He began to hear shouts and alarms blaring within his vicinity. He had been encaged in a mountain with a large encampment stealthily surrounding it. He’d remember this exact spot.

Massive fireballs and arrows began piercing the sky in an attempt to bring Roksoo down, but he clumsily maneuvered around each and just barely grazed a few on his crimson scales. Suddenly, a blinding white spear had crossed his vision. And before he knew it, another had pierced right through his wing, tearing it open a considerable amount. Roksoo stifled the cry of pain that threatened escaping his lips, and instead gritted his teeth and continued to fly towards any kind of safety. Anything other than here will be safe, he just needs to lose these bastards first. The adrenaline rush he had originally received numbed all the pain in his body, but he knew that wouldn’t last with his current levels. He had to make use of every last bit of this power that he had in him.

He flew over an ocean and kept flying as far away as he could. Eventually he reached the mainland. The forest underneath him was dark and vast, a perfect hiding spot. He glides over the tree-line and with his remaining strength he just barely managed a suitable landing right by a flowing river. His landing was a little on the rough side and he was still so sore, but… he had finally made it out. He was successful. Now, he could truly live a slacker life! Wait— he still needs to get back at the bastards who had tortured him in the first place. Ah.. he also needs to secure enough funds for his slacker life as well.

Sigh.

Roksoo had much to do before he got to live a peaceful life.

‘But first, let’s just lay here a little while longer…’

Roksoo succumbed to his exhaustion and pain, entering a deep slumber.

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THANKS FOR READING to the end !! please let me know ur input, things i could change, add, etc, i lack a lot in this field and value ur feedback ! 😋

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[missmeinyourbones]

for your midnights event could you “to hide that would be so dishonest” with armin?

TO HIDE THAT WOULD BE SO DISHONEST (a. arlert)

a/n: DRUNK ARMIN DRUNK ARMIN PATHETIC DRUNK ARMIN! secret relationship, loser core, non canon au

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

Armin isn't stupid—in fact, he's borderline brilliant. So you're forced to blame it on the alcohol when he's playing dumb and you're finally able to slip away from the stifling crowd, pulling him into a private room of the messy house party to finally breathe.

As if it’s his own (it’s not), he plops on the bed with ease, empty eyes gazing up at you to see why he's been dragged away from the fun.

Your glare says it all and still, Armin actively chooses to feign innocence as he shakes his head and asks.

"What?"

"..."

"Come on, please don't look at me like that."

"..."

"I'm... sorry?"

The question mark at the end of his words is what breaks you, and with an exasperated groan, you reveal all of your cards.

"You said we'd lay low."

He sways his legs a bit as he sighs, sticking his empty hand in his pocket. He uses the other hand to bring his cup to his lips when he shrugs, "Truthfully, I kinda consider what happened 'laying low' given the circumstances."

He physically feels your gaze harden on him, something he didn't even know was possible, when you squint and hiss. "You kissing me in front of all of our friends who don't know we're dating is not 'laying low,' Armin."

You swear you see him smirk, but your boyfriend smoothly plays it off by biting his cheek and shrugging once more.

"Maybe we just have different definitions, then."

You huff and close your eyes, head slightly tilting backward to gather your ramped thoughts before you mumble.

"What happened to us waiting to tell them, huh?"

Armin rises from the stranger's bed and scratches the back of his head, "I don't know, I just—”

He struggles with his words, like a child stuttering to explain his big feelings, before he settles on a whiny, "I love you, and that's not a bad thing, right?"

You shake your head, voice getting softer, "Of course it's not."

"Well, hiding it feels wrong," he declares, crossing his arms like his opinion is solidified. "It's like—like I'm lying to everyone."

You soften, removing the half empty red solo cup from his loose grasp and placing it on the nightstand of whoever’s room your in right now.

In the dim light of the bedroom compared to the strobing reds and blues of the party, you're actually able to see Armin for one of the first times tonight. His eyes are delicate, a bit shaky as they carefully cling to your every move, like you'd single-handledly hung the stars in the sky.

And while he's pathetically drunk and in the wrong no matter the way you swing it, he's yours all the same.

"It's not lying, you're just not screaming your love for me from the rooftops," you remind him in a gentle tone, pulling his lanky arm towards you. He silently thanks you for the touch by immediately slouching his weight against you and melting onto your shoulder.

"That feels like lying to me," he mumbles against the fabric of your sweater, "and a violation of my freedom of speech."

You can't help but shake your head and smile, "You're just a little drunk and dramatic right now."

"Are you mad?"

"No," you sigh softly, fingers finding the hair by his neck as you scratch the skin gently. "It's okay, just wish we were on the same page before you stuck your tongue down my throat."

A tiny, "M'sorry," is felt against your skin.

You tug lightly on his hair, prompting him to look up at you.

"Don't be. We can talk about it more in the morning when you're disgustingly hungover, okay?"

"Okay," he immediately agrees, like a child being promised the world and then some, "love you."

"I love you too."

Armin straightens his back, taking a deep inhale and shaking out his arms a bit. You smile when you hand his drink back to him, and while he accepts it, he carefully holds it up to your mouth first. You take a sip of the sugary cocktail with god knows how much alcohol poured into it, -and it tastes sweet on your tongue—a lot like how Armin did just a few minutes ago.

"Maybe no one even noticed. I mean—did you see Connie?" Armin finds his footing, convincing you that's he's a bit more sober now.

Gently grabbing your hand and making his way to the door, he continues, "He can barely open his eyes right now, let alone form a cohesive thought."

Your nose crinkles in amusement, "Can he normally form one?"

Armin blushes and pulls you along with him, "You'd be surprised."

#L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT! #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x you #armin arlert x you #armin fic #armin arlert fic #armin fluff #armin angst #armin arlert fluff #armin arlert angst

[yassentheassassin]

thinking back on tyler continuously calling miguel mike despite miguel saying how much he hates it, got me also thinking about identity and how miguel has never really been able to forge his own until late in the story

self-expression and explorations of identity were probably very limited in his childhood, having an abusive father likely meant that miguel had to restrict how he presented himself and acted to whatever wouldn't piss off his father more than usual, any exploration outside of those things his father deemed useful to him would be terrifying and so he creates an outer identity of the dutiful son that protects him from his father's abusive behaviour escalating further

once he goes off to school he doesn't get much more of an opportunity to figure himself out because he's been told what he'll do with his life, been threatened so as to keep him on that path, and he probably felt he had tyler/alchemax breathing down his neck the entire time he was there

once he leaves school he's on to the next stage of the life his father (both george and tyler) has determined he will have and again, any deviation from being the corporation-serving genius would be picked up and corrected by tyler, as we saw with rapture. any freedom he has in his research and work is only acceptable as long as it's work that will benefit alchemax

alongside all this he also has his mother outwardly hating him for reminding her of his father, and for miguel it doesn't matter whether that's his biological father or the man he believes is his father because either way his mother doesn't see him as his own person, he's an extension of a man she hates and so yet again miguel doesn't feel he has his own individual identity - he's entirely shaped by other people and anything he does or says is a reflection of someone else

when he does manage to change from being the man he's been groomed to be throughout his life, it's when he takes on the role of spiderman - a figure he straight away sees as separate from himself because spiderman is good in all the ways miguel feels he himself isn't.

miguel struggles so much with identity, who he feels he is instead of who other people see him as or say he is, he often readily accepts other people's perceptions of him as absolute truth and although he can pick out things about him that he feels are true, i don't believe there's enough there for him to really feel he knows himself, not enough to form a solid sense of identity. who miguel is to himself is so tangled up in what other people see in him, expect of him, and assume about him that he struggles to separate it all out. becoming spiderman, starting to accepting that role as his and finally being able to say with absolute confidence and determination that he's nothing like his father is the start of him managing to forge an identity of his own

#im just...AUGH #miguel o'hara i want to study you for all eternity #miguel o'hara #sm 2099 #spiderman 2099

[south-of-heaven]

Hey,

Can you write about babyface!reader x damian where kevin and damian are fighting and reader is at ringside and has a little crush on him but ar the same time hates him. After Kevin wins he leaves with reader but runs to damian and kisses him making everyone scream

Ringside || Damian Priest x Reader

Summary: Supporting your brother at ringside takes a turn for the unexpected.

You stand at ringside, watching the intense match unfold between your older brother Kevin Owens and Damian Priest. As his little sister, you're there to support your brother wholeheartedly, cheering him on with every move he makes. However, deep down, you can't help but feel conflicted because you've always had a bit of a crush on Damian.

The battle in the ring is fierce, and your emotions are all over the place. You want Kevin to win, of course, but you can't deny the attraction you feel towards Damian. Your brother's rival is undeniably charismatic and captivating, and you find it hard to shake off those feelings.

Finally, the match concludes with Kevin emerging victorious. He extends his hand to you, inviting you to join him as he walks backstage. But for a moment, you hesitate, feeling like you need some time alone to sort through your thoughts and emotions.

"I'll catch up with you in a bit, Kev," you say, giving him a weak smile. "I just need to do something first."

He nods understandingly, giving you a pat on the back before making his way backstage. As the crowd starts to disperse, you take a deep breath and walk away from the ring, trying to clear your head.

However, before you get too far, you notice Damian Priest heading in the same direction. He seems to be leaving the area as well. You're about to pass him by, but something inside you urges you to stop. You can't let this opportunity slip away without at least trying to resolve the turmoil within you.

"Damian," you call out, your voice wavering slightly.

He turns to look at you, his gaze curious and concerned. "Hey, everything okay?"

You hesitate for a moment, gathering your courage, and then you blurt out, "No, not really. I've been feeling conflicted all night. I should hate you because of Kevin, but I can't deny that I've always had feelings for you."

The surprise flickers across his face, but then he smiles, a warm and understanding expression. "I understand that things can get complicated. It's okay."

Before you can overthink it, you act on impulse. You get up on your tiptoes and pull him down gently, pressing your lips against his. The arena around you erupts in cheers, and the commentators are left in shock.

For a moment, you're both stunned, but then Damian reciprocates the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The crowd's excitement only fuels the passion between you.

When you finally break the kiss, you look into his eyes, feeling a sense of relief and happiness wash over you. "I'm sorry," you say breathlessly, "I couldn't hold back any longer."

He chuckles softly, his forehead resting against yours. "Don't apologize. I've felt the same way about you for a while now. I never thought you'd feel the same."

You smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Well, I do," you say, feeling a newfound sense of freedom.

From that moment on, you and Damian Priest become an item, and your brother eventually comes to understand and accept your relationship. The journey might have been complicated and unexpected, but it's worth it to be with someone you truly care about. Together, you face the challenges of being in the WWE and navigate the complexities of love, all while staying true to yourselves. And as you continue to support your brother in the ring, you also find unwavering support and love in the arms of Damian Priest, the man who stole your heart.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #damian x reader #damian priest x reader #damian priest #kevin owens #ko

[beom1e]

ephemeral six | nervous

genre fluff. warning alcohol consumption. playlist ml. wc 1.2k.

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you were the most nervous you had ever been in your life. it put the day you had to present to your university class for the first time to shame. it took hours to find the perfect outfit and makeup combination, and then you gave your mirror a private fashion show as you decided on shoes. even deciding which scent to wear had been a difficult task; it had to be memorable enough that he would associate it with you, but not too strong that he’d end up choking on it and hating it.

when the time came around, you began pacing nervously around your apartment. at 4:59 pm, you heard a knock at the door, and when you checked your phone one last time, the time had changed to 5:00 pm exactly.

upon opening the door, you would have squealed if it had been socially acceptable. beomgyu was neat and perfect-looking, and he smelled amazing. he was holding a singular rose in his hands and his smile grew larger just at the sight of you.

‘you’re beautiful,’ he breathed out, and handed you the rose. you felt like a character in a romantic comedy, shyly avoiding his gaze. ‘are you ready to go?’

it would’ve been hard for you to believe how nervous beomgyu had been feeling during that brief greeting. the words had been looping around his brain for hours in anticipation, so they just spilled out messily the moment he saw you. but he played it off well, he assumed, based on your reaction. to you, he seemed calm and collected. in his eyes, you were the only one who was ready to breeze through the night with no issue.

you’d placed the rose into the vase sitting atop your drawers beside your door, and beomgyu watched with admiration in his gaze. the way you carried yourself was so endearing to him. you were graceful for the most part, but when you made a clumsy mistake, it always brought a smile to his face. when you would be walking by him to get to your front door, each of your movements looked carefully calculated. and then you would drop your keys, and he’d hide his smile and think about you for the rest of the day. dropping the rose into your vase was another one of those calculated moves, but when you tried to close the door behind you, it hit against the heel of your shoe and reminded beomgyu of how human you were.

neither of you drove — having sacrificed financial freedom for a university education — so you had a conversation-filled walk to the bar beomgyu had picked out. it had started out feeling awkward, but it soon felt like you’d already skipped the strangers phase and were friends at the very least. he loved to talk, and you loved to listen to him talk. he had a smile on his face as he talked about a video game he liked, and you were just appreciating the fact that he was finally by your side.

it was fancier than you’d expected. beomgyu held the door open for you and soon you were being led to a reserved table in a quieter corner. there was a vase filled with lilies and two dinner candles on either side, atop a white tablecloth, in the centre of the table. he slipped your jacket off your shoulders after pulling your chair out for you, and you felt your heart racing at an impossible speed.

‘what would you like to drink?’ he asked, lifting his gaze to look directly into your eyes.

‘this place is really nice,’ you breathed out shakily. ‘i feel like i should order a glass of white wine.’

‘but that’s not what you want,’ he stated, as if he could read your mind. ‘whatever you want, i’ll have.’

two malibu cola’s in, something in the air had shifted. it felt casual and normal, and not at all like you were on a date in a place you would never even dream of visiting alone.

‘you know, i don’t usually drink,’ you spoke, smiling slightly. ‘i just wanted to go on this date with you.’

‘i don’t normally drink much, either,’ beomgyu agreed. ‘i just thought it would help me get over my nerves.’

‘you were nervous?’ you investigated.

‘obviously,’ he leaned back in his chair and lightly tapped his finger against the glass. ‘there’s something about you, y/n. i don’t know what it is, but you’re special to me. going on a date with you sounded like a dream way too far out of reach, and not because i was afraid to approach you.’

‘then what made it seem so impossible?’ you pressed, leaning your body further into the table.

‘you’re beautiful and heavenly like an angel,’ he mirrored your actions and leaned closer. ‘totally ethereal.’

you didn’t want to jump to the conclusion that he was lying or being dramatic, you just took his words as the truth.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were obviously under the influence. you were sharing a bowl of salted tortilla chips and anecdotes from the happier times in your life. beomgyu made you comfortable enough to talk about your best friend, and all of the fun you had in the short time that they had been your roommate. he spoke of his friends and the trouble they got into just a few years back, when they were still reckless teen boys simply living in the moment.

the walk home was just as fun and filled with laughter. it was five minutes in that you realised you’d left your jacket at the bar, so beomgyu draped his blazer over your shoulders to fight off the cold of the night. as you passed a club blasting music, he took your hand and spun you around. the look of laughter on your face made his heart ache in the best way, and he knew then that he would have to be the source of your laughter for the rest of your lives. the apartment complex was almost silent by the time you got back, so it became a competition of who could laugh the quietest as you noisily made your way up to your floor. and then it came to the goodbyes.

you’d unlocked the door and turned back around to face him so that you could thank him for the best night of your life. he was looking at you like you held the answers to everything he’d ever need to know, and you knew it was coming.

he dipped down to place the softest of kisses to your lips, paired with his hand cupping your jaw. the shyness was evident on your face once he was a fair distance away from you again, and he felt prouder than ever.

‘goodnight, beomgyu,’ you pushed down on the handle and pushed open the door from behind you.

‘sweet dreams, y/n,’ he smiled.

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[wanderingwomanwondering]

Buddie Meta - Sharing Hearts & Breathing Easy

We talk a lot about the heart symbolism with buddie specifically eddie but we don’t talk enough about the breathing/lung symbolism associated with buck.

S5 gave us a ton of loud heart stuff for eddie from the transplant case to the post-panic attack cardiologist visit to buck giving eddie his heart drawing. All matters of the heart. Changes of heart, fear of a broken heart, sharing one’s heart.

S6 gave us lots of heavy breathing/lung symbolism for buck. We actually got a breathing related callback to s3 in s5. In Mayday buck talked to carson about the s3 clot in his lungs. then in s6 during buck’s coma his lungs failed, he couldn’t breathe, and he was placed on ecmo.

Heart symbolism is pretty straightforward. It tends to be associated with feelings, relationships, and meaningful connections with the self and with others. Breathing and lung symbolism is a little different. It tends to be associated with freedom from something restrictive or constraining. Relief, satisfaction, ease and contentment.

Each captures a key part of eddie and buck’s respective character struggles. Eddie has been learning to “let himself feel it” no matter how hard or scary or confusing, to allow himself to reach out and also accept help along the way, to love himself enough to show his traumas, connect, and heal. Buck has been learning to stop holding his breath, to stop waiting on other people to tell him he’s worthy and start discovering his worth for himself, to let go of the pressure to be what others want, need, or expect and just be himself.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the overlap too between the heart and lung symbolism with buddie. At the start of s5 eddie thought he was having a heart attack but it was really a panic attack. He needed to accept his feelings and free himself from the socially/family imposed narrative of who/how he was supposed to be. And he did. At the end of s5 when he and buck were fixing the dry wall in his room we saw that he’d finally come full circle. In s6 during buck’s hospitalization at the start everyone was worried about his heart but then they realized his lungs were the most damaged from the lightning strike. He couldn’t breathe easy, and his entire coma dream was his fantasy of being someone he’s not and being loved for it then realizing he didn’t really want that. Being loved for everything but who you actually are isn’t a dream it’s a nightmare.

The buddie overlap with the heart and lung symbolism really is wild because back in s5 buck was shocked by eddie’s panic attack (aka eddie’s journey to complete self acceptance…which buck sees more in himself than in eddie). Then in s5 when eddie saw buck’s little pre-K heart drawing he was a little surprised/amused. (It was like “bro i see your amazing heart everyday and trust me it’s more than just cute, it’s complex and beautiful.”) then we got s6 eddie being devastated by buck’s breathing problems; his reaction to the ecmo was something else! It was like eddie couldn’t handle buck not being able to see/be himself and accept himself fully and unapologetically. Eddie sees buck’s worth so clearly and he loves him so much so watching him struggle to be at ease with himself was destroying eddie.

On the one hand we have eddie loving buck’s heart and struggling to understand why buck doesn’t feel he can be at ease with himself. And on the other hand we have buck holding eddie on a pedestal as someone mostly who’s at ease with himself from buck’s perspective but then buck struggling to understand why eddie was having such a hard time showing his heart/emotions.

Eddie has come a long long way with showing his heart and buck has made incremental progress towards being comfortable with himself. It drives me bonkers how intertwined their journeys are though because when it comes to their shared trauma they are both still struggling to show it, share it, and be real in the face of it. The reality is that they BOTH have heart and breathing problems when it comes to (shared) trauma and that’s the next phase in their relationship. The fandom has been discussing this point for ages but it’s cool how the show has wrapped it in heart and breathing/lung symbolism.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911 meta #911 abc

[vickyvicarious]

I found Miss Westenra in seemingly gay spirits. Her mother was present, and in a few seconds I made up my mind that she was trying all she knew to mislead her mother and prevent her from being anxious. I have no doubt she guesses, if she does not know, what need of caution there is. [...] Then Mrs. Westenra went to lie down, and Lucy was left with me. We went into her boudoir, and till we got there her gaiety remained, for the servants were coming and going. As soon as the door was closed, however, the mask fell from her face, and she sank down into a chair with a great sigh, and hid her eyes with her hand. When I saw that her high spirits had failed, I at once took advantage of her reaction to make a diagnosis. She said to me very sweetly:— 'I cannot tell you how I loathe talking about myself.' I reminded her that a doctor's confidence was sacred, but that you were grievously anxious about her. She caught on to my meaning at once, and settled that matter in a word. 'Tell Arthur everything you choose. I do not care for myself, but all for him!'

EVERYTHING about Lucy this entry breaks my heart. This is what I've been talking about all along, it's nothing new, but rarely is it ever stated so bluntly. She feels absolutely awful and yet she cannot relax in her own home at all because she's constantly putting on an act for her mother and for all the servants. I'm pretty sure it's only because Arthur already saw through her that Jack decides she is acting, too; otherwise he would have been fooled as well.

But since Arthur already knows how badly she's doing and has gotten her to admit it to him, she's able to finally relax when she is alone with Jack. She can collapse and just try to breathe and hide her eyes and show that she feels awful. I am so so so grateful to Arthur for giving her the freedom to do this, even when he isn't the one in the room. If he hadn't been called away though he would have been, and I can perfectly picture him kneeling by her side and holding her hand. Of course, I think Lucy would have felt it difficult to relax to the same extent if he were there, even if she knows he knows... she'd still want to protect his feelings and not make him worry. In a weird way both his calling this meeting and him not being there for it are necessary for Lucy to finally be honest about her condition.

And she hates doing it. She hates talking about herself. God, there's so much to dig into there with her background and family and just the way she lives her life usually. I want her so badly to have the support and encouragement to no longer feel such antipathy to expressing her own needs. She only feels like she can accept here for Arthur's sake, not her own. Even when it's literally her own health on the line she can't make it about her.

#dracula daily #lucy westenra

[cuntypyramidhead]

Love your writing so much! I was just having an idea atm, so I hope it’s fine requesting stuff

Reading the Yandere Springtrap series (which I really enjoy ♥️🙏), reader asked if he’s a person in one part.

What if reader wanted to open his face in curiosity tho? What would he do and if he DID open his face, would he sometimes scare reader?

Ooo I like this idea, thanks! I'll just turn this into the next chapter. I changed it a bit, and used it only as a way to scare her.

This hasn't been proof read, so it might not be the best. Anyway, enjoy the year late chapter. Also sorry it's not super long.

The new nightguard Chapter 10 (Yandere Springtrap x f!reader)

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The familiar footsteps was heard from behind the door. The sound of metal hitting the old, wooden stairs. A sense of dread often fell on you whenever you heard it. Maybe it was just as a result of him being the only person you've seen over the past.... how long? You couldn't keep track of time down there. No windows, no clocks, not even a damn calender. It was boring, the same old thing over and over again. You craved for something different, whether it be something small or dramatic.

The sounds of keys jingling alerted you from your thoughts, and a few seconds later, he appeared into the room once again. He brought some gifts into the room, like some new clothes he got from... some victims.

"Here, this should make you feel a bit better. I... I'm starting to understand how you feel now." He says, glancing at reader. Y/n noticed how his eyes You aren't just something I can use, and... I'm sorry."

Y/n sat their on the mattress stunned, what makes him think you'd forgive him over something so horrid? What he said about your family, what he'd do to them. You knew you were still falling down the hole, the hole of Stockholm syndrome. But regardless of how much you tried to push it aside, those feelings never fully left. You were afraid of them clouding your ability to see him for what he truly is.

"We had such a nice day yesterday, but you had to fucking ruin it! I was starting to like you, but in the end, I'll always see what you're fucking like. I couldn't care less about what you give me. You disgust me. You're a fucking monster, you truly are rotten inside and out. You deserve all the hell which you've been through you sick fuck!"

You snapped, every single thought, emotion you've experienced spilled out. You couldn't hold it in, you realised it was too late when you saw him rush towards you. He gripped you by the neck, throwing you against the wall. Pain radiated all throughout your skull, putting you in absolute agony. You cried out, afraid of what he'd do. That horrific, scary suit, the rotten meat that clung to the metal skeleton making you realise further what is in front of you. You now had a good look at him, how he truly was once a human. How did a person become this? Something which was flesh and blood, had emotions and memories, close relationships, was a fucking corpse in a suit. You wanted to know what was underneath, but you had a feeling you'd regret it.

He put pressure on your neck, you knew it was going to bruise. You felt his hands slowly put more and more pressure on your neck, making it more difficult for you to breathe. You kicked at him, but you knew it was no use as he was much taller and heavier than you. After all, he's made of metal, you never had a chance.

As your vision became blurry, you started to accept your fate. Freedom, finally. What's the point in living if you're going to be surrounded by the same four walls? You let your hands drop from his, there was no point in fighting back. He looked at your face, realising what he was doing. The defeated look scared him. Springtrap didn't like that look on you at all. It didn't fit you, it felt wrong seeing you in a position like this. Although he wanted to tear you apart, he knew that he'd regret it. Springtrap let you fall to the floor.

In a way, he wanted to let you down gently, but he was still frustrated and upset with what you had said.

"Doll... we had a discussion yesterday. You should know better."

Y/n struggling to catch her breath, coughing repeatedly, her hands touching her neck. He had slightly cut her neck from the wires which were peaking from his hands.

"Darling?" Springtrap said, looking at her bloody hands. He felt panicked, "Darling!" He wrapped his arms around her, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you. I love you so much, I'm so sorry! I didn't think." His voice was full of panic.

Springtrap stood up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing some medical supplies. He went back over to Y/n, seeing her still panting, not moving from shock. He knelt down, and opened the small metal box. He pulled out some disinfectant, then poured it onto a cotton ball. He then slowly patted it over her cuts. Y/n didn't wince from the pain, only staring into the distance. Springtrap then but a bandage over it, making sure that it won't come off.

Springtrap then held Y/n, knowing he absolutely fucked up and wasn't sure how to fix the mess he created. Y/n and Springtrap stayed together for an hour, y/n still not wanting to look at him at all. He disgusted them.

Springtrap started to become frustrated with how Y/n barely moved, didn't say a word. Their eyes were so empty, it angered him. Nothing he did satisfied them. They never responded, they just stared. It couldn't have been that bad, right? He's done worse before, why can't they just move on? He provided everything for them, he protected them from the outside world, gave them expensive gifts and love.

"Y/n?" He shook them

"Y/n, you've been silent for a while now."

"Y/n for fuck sake answer me!" He said making them face him. Even though he raised his voice, Y/n just turned away. Springtrap tried his hardest to not hurt them again, knowing it'd make things worse. He wanted to hit her, he really did. But he loved her. He wanted her to love him back.

"Please, just respond to me! I'm fucking sorry."

Y/n turned away, just not caring anymore. All the truly wanted was to die, to simply get away from here. Nothing provided them joy. They just felt.... so empty. They couldn't care less what happened anymore.

They just wanted it all to end.

"Y/n, you'll regret this. I'll fucking hurt them."

Y/n gave Springtrap an unamused glance, the thought hurt them, but in the end, they just couldn't do this anymore.

"Do you want to go for a walk? Yesterday was nice, wasn't it?"

He nudged Y/n, but when he didn't get a response, he got up and walked towards the door.

"Fucking last chance Y/n, you'll either fucking love me, or I'll kill your family. I'm not doing this with you. I'm not going to play your pathetic game."

Y/n just gave him a sad look and turned away, staring at the concrete walls.

Springtrap sighed at the response, then opened the door and walked out. He knew she'd hate him, but he tried so much. It didn't go anywhere.

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Springtrap did some research, with the application for applying to the job, he found her address. It was so painfully easy. The shitty company had no protection for the individuals who applied to the job. At least no one would have any use for this anymore, besides Springtrap. Y/n was simply someone who used to be. People probably think she's dead. He wondered if they connected the dots yet. The workers knew he lived in the abandoned pizzeria. It'd be amusing if they hadn't. It was difficult to find the place while staying undercover, making sure people didn't spot him. It was late at night and dark, so it was unlikely. It was also pouring down with rain and thunder.

Eventually, he found the place. There was a crappy car at the front, the paint was peeling off and dirty. The overall house looked fine at the front of the place. The grass was kept mown, and the building looked newish, probably built in the past 5 years.

Springtrap attempted the front door, and it wouldn't budge. He then walked around towards the back, and tried with the door. He knew he'd have to pick the lock, causing him to sigh. He hoped it wouldn't wake them up, otherwise it would make things much more difficult and irritating. He had no doubt he could take them down, it would just be leaving the area which would be a nightmare if the police became aware.

Eventually, it unlocked, and the door opened with ease and little noise. Springtrap looked around the bottom floor, a few cans of beer was on the floor. He guessed the family was struggling. There were a few bottles on one of the shelves in the dining room. Some seemed to be half empty or less.

He started to walk up the stairs, hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with any creaking. Unfortunately, because of the suit, it did creak underneath him. However, there was loud snoring which seemed as though it helped to cover the noise, so as the crackling thunder.

Once he found the room, he looked over at Y/n's parents. "So you're the peoples she's so desperate for, huh?" He murmured under his breath, knowing it wouldn't wake either of them. Springtrap moved over towards the bed. He pulled out his knife, then plunged it into the fathers chest. The mother seemed to instantly wake up, but Springtrap held her down, slicing her throat. The father attempted to hit Springtrap, but that wouldn't do anything to him. He was much larger and stronger than the man next to him. Springtrap raised the knife, enjoying the fear and pain in the mans eyes. He stabbed the man in the head, ending the mans suffering.

Springtrap stood up, relieved that they didn't make much noise. It was beneficial having a thunderstorm occur at the same time, as it made this much quicker and less difficult.

He cut the heads off both of them, which was rather difficult with the knife he was using as it wasn't as sharp as he would've liked. He took note on doing that later.

He put them both in one of the plastic bags which were on the floor. He could hardly wait to get his darlings attention again. She'd be traumatised for a while, but thankfully she'd eventually fall for him, and be grateful for what he's done for her.

Springtrap walked down the street, the blood washing away from his suit. It was rather dirty, but he couldn't often do much about it. He knew he'd have to fix it up some day. If he was going to be stuck in this hell for the rest of eternity, might as well make it a tad bit more comfortable and appealing.

It took a while to get back to the house as it was rather far away. Once he arrived, he opened the door and stepped in. He had a thought of possibly cleaning the place later, maybe he could bring up Y/n. They might be able to live a bit happier. She had nothing to cling onto anymore, any hope of leaving this place. He might do some more research later into possibly any other family that may be alive. He'd take care of them too if there were to be. Springtrap opened the basement door and stepped inside.

Y/n glanced over at him, noticing tiny specs of blood. Most of it was gone, but there still were small stains. Y/n remembered what he said yesterday, panic instantly settled in.

"What did you do?!"

Springtrap smirked, "Oh darling, don't you remember what I said yesterday?"

"No...." Y/n mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes. "You didn't...."

Springtrap laughed, then dropped the bag. Both of the heads rolled out. Y/n instantly moved back against the wall, a loud scream escaping from her.

"NO! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!"

He grabbed her by the chin, she tried to turn her head away, but he pressed harder, forcing her to look at him.

"You have nothing left but me. You have to love me now. There's nothing left out there for you! Besides me!" Springtrap wrapped his arms around her. "Its just you and me now. If there's anyone else I'll find them. I will make sure you have no reason to leave this place. If you try to, I'll break your legs once again, I will make you so disgusting no one could ever be attracted to you besides me. You'll only be loved by me. I'll be the only one capable of loving someone like you."

Y/n cried hysterically, she didn't want this anymore. She couldn't do this. She couldn't live with herself. What could she even do? She truly felt as though there was no reason to live.

"Just fucking kill me, please. I don't want to do this anymore! Just do it already!" Y/n screamed, pathetically hitting him.

"Doll, that's not going to happen. Isn't it obvious? I love you so much. I'm risking myself everyday getting you new gifts to make you happier. I give you all the attention you need. You don't want to die! Why would you? Is none of this fucking good enough for you?" Springtrap raised his voice, hitting the wall right next to her head. Bits of concrete fell off onto the mattress.

Y/n didn't feel afraid, she wanted this. "You think any of this would make me happy? You ruined my life! You took everything for me! Do it, you freak, fucking do it already!"

Springtrap gritted his teeth, knowing what Y/n was trying to do. He sighed, sitting down next to her. "Oh darling, I won't let you get to me."

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Springtrap kept attempting to get attention from Y/n. He wanted to spend time with her, but kept getting shut down which was making him frustrated.

"Do you want to go outside with me?

Y/n looked away, rolling her eyes.

"No."

"Want to watch a movie?"

"Fuck off."

Springtrap grabbed her wrist roughly, dragging her up. "You're going to fucking spend time with me. Got it?"

"Fuck no, why would I want to spend time with something like you. You're a fucking monster."

"You think I'm a fucking monster huh? I'll fucking show you how much of a monster i am." Springtrap pulled off his mask, showing the rotting face beneath it.

"Oh my god-"

"I'll fucking make you like me. I'll fucking force you to suffer like I have. You won't ever escape me then. You won't have a choice anymore, you'll be constantly under my control. What's your choice, hmm? Love me willingly, or I'll force you to."

#fnaf x reader #yandere springtrap #yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #Yandere springtrap x reader

[tumbleweeddesktop]

About Hanahaki Rudy

//Shitty writing coming through. I have no idea what im doing//

So Rudy loved Ale definitely since he knew he was gay. (I'm not putting him through too much on this) Hanahaki doesn't occure until one acknowledges that they are in love with the intended person here, so Rudy only experienced normal coughing and the check up left him with normal diagnosis and meds

Rudy only realized he loved Ale after they got out on escapades to bars as they got more freedom over time in the forces. Rudy was unable to process anything as Ale flirted right and left, It happened enough that finally, after enough outing. Rudy coughed up seeds.

And the more and more he sees Ale flirt and goes somewhere outside with a different person, the more it escalates. The seed turned to leaves and stems. By then he knew that it was hanahaki, clear enough for who these feelings were.

But he denies it, tries to drown it out with trying to achieve his best and just keep up with Alejandro in the force. Standing by his side was enough, he wouldn't ask for more.

He coughed up the first petals on the first day of autumn, when they got a temporary leave after a mission and Ale decided to visit a relative. A red, fan shaped petal landed on his palm after Ale's car was right out of view. Separation makes the heart grow fonder.

He hates that it's right.

A soldier with hanahaki is not uncommon, but they were given 2 choices. Confess or operation. And honestly Rudy would opt the first. Loving Ale for so long and being lifted of it- he wouldn't know how to survive.

If only he knew how to face the man so that so freely allowed

So of course he keeps it a secret.

Trying to hold back the coughs and chokes in public. He'd gotten quite well at controlling his breathing so that no one noticed his lack of chatter, well, not less than usual that is.

Alejandro ofc knew that something was wrong with him, but Rudy wasn't ready to confess, he doubts he'll ever be. So he chalked it up to just nostalgia washing over him for a bit. Ale didn't believe him but he knows that it'll take some time for Rudy to be honest with something so he left it for another day.

His first full flower was when Ale got his promotion as colonel

A red poppy.

Ah, he loved enough to die apparently.

With a smile, Rudy accepted his feelings. At the same time he realized that he quite liked oak coffins.

Rodolfo Parra loves slowly, it takes years but once he does it's strong.

The red poppies decorated the corners of his room. At first just one or two; overtime he coughed up enough to fill a bowl. Along with his breath shortening day by day, the flowers are clogging up his airways slowly but surely, ready to cut it off completely. He hopes that it's in his sleep.

Then the house burned.

The smoke didn't make it easier for him to breathe. Suffocating from the outside and inside, Rodolfo Parra accepted that it was his last night on earth. His comm blared, Alejandro of course, worried and panicked but Rudy's voice was calm and collected as much as he could bring it to. Telling his colonel to chase after Hassan, aware of the implications but Rudy ignored it.

He won't have to stuff red poppies in his pocket the next morning, filling a bowl with fresh water to keep them alive despite them being a reminder that he's a day closer to death. He loved Ale, and even if the flowers were a painful reminder he loved them too.

Fate had other plans.

He lived. Opening his eyes to a morning he never thought he'd see again. His colonel by his side holding his hand.

Rudy didn't like the hope he felt so he didn't return the light squeeze. Merely hoping his attempt at a smile was successful in reassuring the other.

"Hanahaki?"

Rudy nodded.

"To who? Tell me, Rudy, to who?"

"It doesn't matter. It'll be better if they never know, I'm content with this."

And before Ale responded, he cuts in again.

"When is the surgery?"

//whew this turned out longer than I thought//

#alejandro x rodolfo #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #alerudy #call of duty #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #cod #hanahaki #good ending? never know her #bad ending? never know her either

[riieks]

Imagine: Tony comforts you.

Desperate sobs escaped you unstoppably and the tears shot out of you in torrents. There was absolutely nothing you could do to hide or quell the sadness. You had had a bad feeling for a few days and now it was confirmed.

But probably the worst part was seeing your first love make out with another chick in bed. What did you do to deserve that? If the relationship wasn't worth anything to him anymore, why on earth hadn't he ended it before?

No. Instead, he broke your heart again. So that it splintered into pieces. But did you really blame him?

You had been blind the whole time and just didn't notice certain signs... Now you had your result.

You were so incredibly angry. Which was then simultaneously overwhelmed by pure disappointment. As a result, you curled up in the blanket and silently release your emotions. Nobody should get wind of this. It would just be embarrassing if one of the Avengers saw you like that. So you grabbed the fabric under your fingertips and escaped from the huge living room, which by the way was just one of countless in Stark Tower.

As one of Shield's best agents, you had been invited, or rather asked, to live in the gigantic base. Since you still always had your freedom, why shouldn't you live there?

Actually, you even thought about moving in with your boyfriend.. well.. ex-boyfriend. But that was finally over now. Thinking about it again gave you a dismal headache and made you run. Just hoping that no soul found out about your stress.

However, fate really wasn't kind to you and you heard muffled footsteps coming straight at you. You abruptly pushed your body behind the nearest wall and waited for the person to pull away. Your pulse rose automatically and you were even afraid that your hectic breathing could be heard.

"I know that you are hiding back there", came an amused voice and the blood froze in your veins. Why couldn't something just go the way you wanted it to for once? Ironically, the man you least expected had found you and you promptly wished you were somewhere else. What should you do now? Run away so your boss doesn't see you? Childish and at the same time stupid idea. There was only one way forward and it was being blocked by Tony Stark. The situation was cursed.

So you slowly came forward with your head down so that your face couldn't be seen and quickly apologized before you tried to get away.

But the brown-haired billionaire remained skeptical and didn't want to let you go so easily. He gently grabbed your arm and looked at you expectantly. "Are you all right?" he asked cautiously, not really knowing what to do.

You shook your head silently, because it wouldn't do any good to lie now anyway. Nevertheless, you didn't want to look bad in front of him, which is why you wanted to leave vehemently. However, Tony took a different view and gently ushered you into his office, where he kindly offered you a drink. You promptly accepted the glass and took a long gulp of the alcohol. Maybe that was what you needed right now. You weren't a big drinker, but in that moment you were just grateful for the desired effect and for the company.

With a still tearful voice, you just started talking and told him everything that was on your mind. Why you were so damn miserable and why you were so worried. The fact that you were chatting with Iron Man himself blurred with the tense feeling you had towards him. It had become a side issue. And it was just good that you had someone by your side who listened to you without ever interrupting you. When you finished your story, Tony smiled at you and put his hand on yours.

"You know, I've never been good at anything like this, but... I'd like to put it this way, you're one of the best I employ here and that's saying something. You have so much potential and you are a wonderful person. It's not going to help you, but there's no way this guy deserves it."

You returned the cute grin and nodded. "Yes it does. Thank you Mr Stark."

"Tony. Call me Tony," he said generously, draining his glass before beginning to bring music to his office to cheer you up even more. You had to chuckle at his attempt at drunk dancing.

#avengers imagine #the avengers x reader #tony stark #tony stark imagine #tony x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man x you #x reader

[genshinemblem564]

Sagau: A god's closure + world building

World building, possibly, it's here if I need it

Characters: Hu Tao

This came about from a journey to the "border" with Hu Tao. As an immortal being who grew up as a mortal, your own mortality, or lack thereof, began to weigh on you. When you finally reached your destination, you and Hu Tao were surprised to find a massive gate where you distinctly remember there wasn't one, and in front of it stood a hulking being which resembled an Anubis.

"Anubis": Ah, your grace. To what does this watcher of souls owe your visit? Ah, but forgive me, your memory is not fully intact, so I imagine you must have many questions.

Warden: I am a being known as a "Warden" as I am a protector of the kind and good willed souls that pass through here, while making sure the evil spirits remain trapped in their prison. This gate you see is the gate to the after life. You may note that it was not here upon your last visit, both it and I were revealed by your desire and divine power. Now may I ask, what is your desire?

You shake yourself from your shocked state and state the purpose of your journey.

(Y/N): I-I wish to know, can I visit my friends once they're "gone"? I may be immortal, but I was raised as a mortal, so bonds come to me much easier than they do the archons and other immortal beings.

Warden: I see. Well, to answer your question, yes, you may visit the afterlife whenever you like .

You breathe a sigh of relief as the weight that had been on you the entire journey here finally lifted.

Hu Tao: Oooh, hey, big fella, would you mind describing the afterlife a bit? I'm just "dying" to know more about it.

(Y/N): I'm also rather curious.

Warden: Very well. The afterlife has gone by many names, you may choose to call it whichever you like, but it serves as both paradise and prison. You may recall I said I am "a" warden, there many more of my kin beyond this gate. This place was made by you in your past life to be a paradise to all, and that meant making it a prison for others, and I must say your past self understood mortals well, as there are many aspects to this ever expanding plane. First, I should explain that this gate's destination changes depending on your soul. Good and neutral souls enter a serenity inducing room where servants attempt to lift the weight of their past life, and just beside that is a therapy center as some spirits are more tormented than others. Meanwhile, evil souls are brought straight to the prison, where they are kept until further notice.

(Y/N): Sorry to interrupt, but what is a neutral soul?

Warden: Hmm. I suppose you would say they are those who mind their business, or perhaps they are broken souls who could have done more if life had provided better circumstances. In short, while these souls are not "good" by some standards, they hold no malice within then. Thus, they are neutral. Pranksters, such as your guide here, are also labeled under this category, while good at heart, they are still trouble makers disturbing the peace and thus require disciplinary action should their pranks get out of hand.

You nod and smile in acceptance to this answer, feeling relieved for all of the broken people you've heard of. Hu Tao kind of huffed as if she thought he was describing her.

Warden: On the note of broken souls, there is also a rehabilitation wing of the prison per your command. In your words, "Evil is a disease. Those who are born with it may be beyond saving, but those infected by it are curable with proper treatment." So far, these words have proven true. Many a Rotten soul has been cleansed of malice and given freedom from their torment. Speaking of the prison, the only other thing of note is that it is ever changing in size to house the ever changing number of inmates, but this is true of all aspects of this realm. Now, onto the more pleasant aspects of the afterlife. As stated before, your past self understood mortals well and constructed many districts, with the souls making new ones with each generation. The first is the obvious housing district where the souls live or rather have more personal family time as, if you wish to be technical, no one "lives" here.

You and Hu Tao chuckle a little at his little joke.

Warden: Second, there are the working districts as, surprisingly, many souls find satisfaction in hard work. These souls do jobs such as farming, cooking, many different types of artistry, engineering, construction, smithing, and sales despite there not being a currency here. These districts include the market, the entertainment district where concerts and plays are held, the foundry where all metal is worked into a new shape where it is promptly sent to either the workshop where it is used as machine parts, or the ones made into weapons will be sent to the coloseum where the souls who yearn for battle can relive their glory and have crowds of adoring fans cheer them on for it, and then there are the self explanatory farmlands and restaurants.

(Y/N): That's, um, a lot.

Warden: Quite, and there's still more. There are also the springs and gardens for those seeking a moment of peace, the banquet hall often used by the warrior spirits after a thrilling match as they revel in each other's glory, then there is the central plaza which the souls have taken to calling Festival Street as all of the realms festivities are held there, the archives where those who seek to learn can go to hone their craft. Also, since many people seem to ask, yes, the souls of animals are sent to paradise as, while a lot of animals do kill, it is most often during a hunt or defense, and they are not all malicious. Pets will often wait outside this gate for their owner or one of them if they had multiple, wild and farm animals are led to separate biomes that are suited to them. These biomes are also popular spots to take a trip. Ahem, sorry, I'm just so used to being interrupted by that question that going so long without answering it felt weird. Anyway, back on topic, there is also the museum, along with the archives it is used to preserve the truth of this world's history, not the glorified mess they teach in schools. There are many more human desires that I can list districts and buildings for, but I feel you and your friend would like to make it home before the end of the season, so this will be the last of what I say provided you don't have anymore questions. It may not surprise you that many of the souls within this realm are quite religious, so much so that there is a statue of you, er, your former self in the central plaza, with many smaller shrines to you and other deities scattered throughout the numerous districts.

Hu Tao thanks the warden before turning to leave.

(Y/N): Just one more question, I promise this will be quick. As I've stated before, immotality can be costly on one's soul. This holds true even to those born with it. My question is, would I be able to give others the ability to visit?

Warden: If that is what you desire. I take it this means I will be seeing a few of the archons soon?

You nod and thank him for his time before finally leaving with an extra spring in your step. Once outside, Hu Tao stretches rather loudly.

Hu Tao: Mmmmh. Man, that took forever, but I think we both got something out of that. You got peace of mind and i got a new appreciation for my work.

(Y/N): A "new" appreciation? You enjoyed your work well enough before, I dread to think of what you'll do now.

Hu Tao: Oh you. Don't some archons to visit?

(Y/N): Maybe later, we were in there for quite a while, and all that listening made me rather hungry.

Hu Tao was about to comment before her stomach growled, causing you both to laugh as you made your way back to the harbor.

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Well, that was a massive info dump, definitely longer than I anticipated. I haven't seen anyone tackle the subject of the reader's lack of mortality, and the idea of a creator who can willingly traverse both the realms of living and dead has been rotting my brain, I also wanted the ability to give the archons a bit of closure, at least the ones who lost someone dear to them. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that rather lengthy info dump

#genshin impact #sagau #sagau headcanons #sagau imagines #sagau brainrot

[ofallthingsnasty]

at home

Pairing: Merman x F!Reader Tags:  teratophilia, breeding, oviposition, age difference (reader is over 30 but merman is… pretty old according to human standards), size difference, reader is implied to be chubby, very soft with bits of condescension Word count: 1.5k Summary: You’re finally ready to start a family with him.

Note: Minors DNI! This is weirdly soft for this blog. Born from a very intense dream I had. Pwp with a lot of feelings… Very soft but ONLY smut. I’m working on some sketches with him, so keep your eyes peeled haha. (Due to work I won’t be able to show you these until next weekend-ish though!) Don’t think too hard about this - it really is just a smutty dream I had. Request are open!

He smells like sun and brine.

You're nestled into the great expanse of his body, clawed, blue-ish hands gripping the fat of your belly while he holds you up, your bare chest exposed to the morning sun. His grip is tight on your waist, the muscles of his arms working while he moves you up and down on his cock, his hips chasing after your cunt with every upward motion. The brisk temperature makes your skin prickle- his soft stomach is the only source of warmth against your back and his rough skin moves in waves against you. He’s slick with water and sweat as he slowly fucks up into you, labored breaths wet and hot against your ear. The feeling is unbearable. Your legs are spread wide, feet moving lifelessly against solid stone as they’re rattled around by his thrusts- although he’s gentle you feel like you’re going to lose your mind at this point. He’s simply too big not to completely wreck you, any preparation be damned. At almost twice your size, he could easily tear you apart. "I can't take it anymore-", you sob, speared on his tapered dick. You mean it.

He has the girth of your closed fist and the length to match. It’s all you can feel in this very moment, the sweet and prickly pain of being stretched to the limit is maddening. 

"You can and you will, little one", he says, his brogue so soft and caring, yet relentless.

He has been nothing but kind so far, stretching you on his fingers before slowly splitting you inch by inch, bit by bit- always a sweet word flowing from his sharp-toothed mouth into your ear, always pausing when you beg him to. But he never stops. Not that you want him to. It’s the sweetest kind of torture - so full of him until it hurts, so lost in the sensation that there is only him, him, him in this very moment. The world could end this exact second and you wouldn’t notice. How many times have you been in this position? Too many to count. It’s so familiar, yet different- now there's a rough determination in his thrusts, in his whole demeanor. He fucks you like a man starved and it makes your brain short-circuit.

"This will be one of my last seasons, sweet thing", he murmurs against the shell of your ear before gently biting down, sending a shiver through your whole body. It’s not like you don’t know that - you’re very much aware that this could be his last shot at having children with you - but the fervor of his words makes you cry out regardless, desperate to receive his eggs this time. He’s old by human standards- at least thrice your age. Physically, you’d say he looks like he's in his late 40s - and he hasn’t aged a day since you met him, roughly ten years ago. But even so, he ages like the rest of earth’s living, breathing creatures. Ever since you started your courtship, he has been nothing but patient. You not only needed time to adjust to your unusual relationship- but to enjoy your freedom. You wanted kids, yes, but not after a year of being together. It had been strange to him, his customs so different from human ones, but he had accepted your decision. Now that his window is closing, he has grown restless - luckily for him, you’re finally ready. “Please-”, you choke on your words when he strokes over your g-spot. “I want your eggs, so bad-” An approving rumble leaves him in response. “Keep talking like that and you’ll carry them in no time, little one.” A kiss is pressed behind your ear and he starts to fuck deeper into you, rattling you in the process. You whine and sob as the pressure builds, the familiar feeling of being so close that it almost feels like you have to pee is almost painful by now. You know he isn’t anywhere near reaching his peak, but having an orgasm is supposed to make this easier for you, according to him.

He's just so big. You feel dwarfed by him, especially when he coils his tail around you, 

shielding the two of you from prying eyes. His hand easily sprawls across your belly, his thick fingers long enough to reach deep into you when he splits you on them. He doesn’t, now - but he presses into the soft skin of your lower stomach, the pressure electrifying and just right and- You finally cum. It rolls over you in one large wave, makes your toes curl around nothing and your head bends into your neck until you can stare up at him. He gently fucks you through it, calloused hands gently massaging your tits as he hums into your hair. “There you go”, he mumbles tenderly. “There, there.” Finally, your full weight is settled into his lap. He’s no longer holding you by the waist, his hands have started to twirl around your shoulders in gentle touches instead. Your orgasm has made you so sensitive that the tip of his cock still sends fluttery sparks through you, even though he’s not moving anymore. It borders on uncomfortable but you’re too spent to complain. “Ready now?”, the fingers on your skin go from gently to heavy as they dig into your skin. You stare up at him for a moment, at his gentle eyes that study you from above. They swim with love and arousal for you, icy cyan pools you could get lost in for all of eternity. A nod is the only thing you can manage in response but it’s enough for him. “Alright”, he smiles before he paws at your waist again, fingers weaving themselves into your soft fat. You’re tipped over just so - body forward and ass pressed  into his lap and he starts to move again, slowly this time. It’s not for pleasure, it’s to stimulate something else entirely- You feel it before he can warn you. Something round and hard, as big as your curled thumb, slowly travels upward. It’s a strange feeling, especially through his skin. He grunts with exertion above you, hands turning into iron around your body, but not for long. It only takes a few more seconds until you can feel a distinctive snap within you, then something hot and wet - and Blue relaxes. A moment of peace, then he ruts upward and you gasp. The egg is nestled against your womb, its gooey shell hard and warm. It pummels its way through your cervix slowly and without mercy and it hurts. It’s encased by slime that sticks to your walls, almost gelatinous in nature, but it doesn’t help with the sheer force needed to pry open your deepest point. “Blue”, you press out through clenched teeth, scared and hurt. His fingers dig into you in response, a try at a reassuring gesture. “Shhh, I know, I know”, his voice is gentle and low as he strokes over your belly, soothing your tears. It does very little for you but you try to breathe through the pain anyway. The first egg takes minutes to finally slip into your womb and you sweat and cry your way through it. Blue shushes you through the process, peppering your slick skin with kisses and encouraging nips - it doesn’t really help, but still you lean into his touches. “No more, please, Blue”, you roll your hips away from him after the first one is inside, a fruitless attempt at getting away from him. His dick is sheathed too deep within you and his hands are like iron around your wrists. He tuts at you- a noise that distinctly reminds you of someone chastising their lap dog. “It’s okay, sweet”, he says, ignoring your squirming. “The second one will go in easier, just bear with me.” As if he’s trying to give his words more weight, he settles deeper into you, so close to your cervix that it sparks sharp pain that makes you clench involuntarily. “It’ll get better. Just wait a little. I promise.”

#terato #merman x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #OC: Blue #I wanna write more terato in the future especially darkfic but inspo hasn't really struck me yet... so let's pray for more dreams lol #tw.monsterfucking #tw.breeding #tw.oviposition #i hope the formatting isn't fcked #oh btw i had to delete a lot of backstory bc this is just a pwp #so if have more questions/want me to write more send me an ask!! #love ya *kith kith*

[theextratreefairy]

will you pretty please do the rose prompt again but for yandere sanemi? I feel like it fits him so well

🌹Perhaps if you behave properly, I'll plan a special date This will be my first time writing my boi sanemi, so if it's a bit ooc sorry ;-; Warnings: yandere themes, Reader refuses to give Sanemi the affection he wishes but feels guilty, reader is still kinda unwilling but Sanemi is desperate to get them into stockholm syndrome, short Yandere! Sanemi x gn reader

Reader was confined to the bed, chains adoring their body, shaking as Sanemi set up a table full with food in their room. It was a reward he said. For acting a bit more submissive then usual. They acted submissive because they were terrified of him, something he decided to ignore.

"Get off the bed and get your ass here." Sanemi hissed as he saw Reader cowering underneath a blanket. "The chains are too heavy." Reader mumbled in an attempt to stay put. "I can carry you to the table." Sanemi warned, secretly hoping he could finally pick them up and hold them close. "Nevermind..."

Reader walked to the table, slowly. Mainly to annoy Sanemi. "Such a good darling." Sanemi cooëd when they sat infront of them. "You are being way too soft." Reader told Sanemi, staring at him with a pointed eye. "I want a peaceful night, Reader. Do not ruin it."

They hummed and started eating, hoping that Sanemi would not start a conversation. "Perhaps we can cuddle after dinner and I could give you a massage. It would be good for you muscles-"

"No, thank you." Reader said a bit too quickly, causing Sanemi to crush the bowl in his hand. "I have had enough of your unwillingness." He hissed. "I have been- no, Sanemi deep breaths." Reader couldn't help but roll his eyes. He had been trying to buy Reader's affection with freedom, food, affection and his masterplan also involved trying to stop his. It was slightly working, but Reader will never admit it.

"I will give you massage, and you will accept it willingly." Sanemi suddenly hissed. "Ha?" Reader was caught off guard even if he did kidnap them but he never forced physical affection outside of cuddling. "Or, you will be confided to our room for longer."

"Do you know the defenition of willingly?" Sanemi raised an eyebrow as he clearned off his hand, as for some reason he wasn't bleeding but just got the food on his hand. "And why didn't you get cuts on your hand, like damn." Reader was totally now trying to avert the attention from his anger. "I'll clean this up, get on the bed so that you aren't in the way."

Reader did as told, they were starting to feel guilty for their reaction to Sanemi's offer of a kind evening. Their eyes started to fill with tears and their lip started to wobble. When Sanemi was done he hugged them from behind, mumbling: "Perhaps if you behave properly, I'll plan a special date."

Reader couldn't help but burst into tears.

#yandere blog #yandere male #male yandere #soft yandere #yandere #tw yandere #yandere sanemi #sanemi x you #tw stockholm syndrome #tw angst #yandere kny #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #yandere x you