#no good manipulative love addict who i ADORE

[pigeonpeach]

Arlecchino’s Husbandry

Cw: Fem reader, implied nsfw, manipulation, motherhood. Lesbians.

Summary: You were hired to take care of the younger orphans but ended up becoming a mother-figure to them and also winning the heart of their father figure

Edit: i did this without proofread so sorry for any mistakes

To say childcare is easy is a lie. Even in the House of Hearth where their children are disciplined to become the perfect soldiers and agents are they still difficult at times. You were hired as a caretaker. Meant only to help with the domestic side of things, cleaning, laundry, bathing, and emotional stuff. The last part wasn’t in your job description but something you took upon yourself. You may not be a mother yourself, but maternal instincts were triggered when you saw the two twins added into the orphanage. Lynette and Lyney, the youngest currently were such adorable and loving children. It broke your heart to think how they must’ve ended up here. And Lynette especially, her avoidance and clear uncomfortable behaviors around older males painted a unpleasant picture that tugged at your heart strings. All the kids here had tragic stories to tell, but many had stopped crying for their mothers or simply stopped crying at all. You knew you couldn’t spoil them so you decided to take small steps. You read them bedtime stories first. You explained it to your colleagues as helping them learn to read early on so they wouldnt get the wrong idea. You picked pleasant stories. The children were a bit confused at first but they grew to love it. And overtime, you. You became a source of protection in their eyes. If a kid felt bullied by others they ran to you because you would hold them sweetly and whisper assurances. You were still good at disciplining them yes, but you werent as harsh as the others they’d known.

Lynette especially took fondness to you. You didn’t force her to hug or any physical affection, you offered her sweets as rewards and to help her feel more calm. She took a liking to you clearly, as in her free time she and her brother would follow you around asking if you needed help. It became routine that tje children themselves would help your chores when they had free time. They prepared the clotheslines and washed their dishes,they wanted to make your job easy so they’d stay. You were quite proud of this, tje kids clearly adored you. Although you were worried what the Knave would assume or think if she saw how soft you were to them.

But You didn’t know that when she did catch sight of her that her gaze softened. Arlecchino had never craved for love or affection in years, but seeing you sat on a rocking chair with her children gathered around made her infatuated with you. You had such a soft presence, one that could melt ice cold hearts and dry tears. Your softness actually helped the children be more loyal unbeknownst to you. They wanted to make you proud and protect the home you fostered. Her affections however were noticed by the kids. Especially when she heard one referring to you as “mother”. If she was their father and you their mother, then you would be hers wouldn’t you? That idea wasn’t unpleasant but rather addictive. So she decided to become more acquainted with you. She praised you for your efforts and even offered assistance.

For the children they became even more attached, you bought a more fatherly side to their father. They noticed she became less agitated or more calm around you. So they wanted you stay, they wanted you to marry her actually so you could legally be their mother as well. With Arlecchino’s guidance they told flattering tales of their father, how much she seemed to like you. How perfectly you two would be.

Apart of you was hesitant. Arlecchino is a harbinger afterall. And you are only a low lying underling who has no combat skills whatsoever. But the way she raises your palm to her lips to greet you, the way she calls you into her office very often to just spend time with you, how she buys you your favorite teas or coffees, your favorite foods or treats, its started to make you flustered. She’s grown more bold the less resistance you show, she sometimes plays with your hair making you blush, sometimes her nails trace gently over your skin. But her eyes, although unhuman, they hold such devotion and adoration that it’s addictive. How can one not fall in love when they look at you with such a look?

So you accepted her proposal, to be her wife. To be the mother of her many children. Something celebrated within the house of Hearth. Your job did change, you had more authority as a manager of sorts rather than a domestic servant. You still spent time with the kids however. You still let them sit in your lap or nap on you. But now when Alrecchino comes back from missions or meetings she immediately heads to you to greet you. Her devotion hasn’t stopped or changed. She holds you close and presses her head to your neck as she inhales your scent. Leaving a kiss on your collar and a shiver down your spine. Her hands trace your body just to feel your soft unmarked skin. And when she gives a certain look you know you’ll struggle to get out of bed the next day. Alrecchino is a devoted woman after all. She may not be the best father ever but she is certainly a good and devoted lover.

#genshin imagines #arlechinno genshin #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #arlecchino #wlw yearning #domestic fluff #ifuckinglovethiswomansomuch

[pupyuj]

YUJIN WITH AN UNNIE KINK 👹

OHHH 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 this ask was sent a while back but i had some time to think about it and yeah… YEAHHH…

yujin knows everyone thinks she’s an idiot despite having this big position as the leader so when she comes across the starry-eyed starship trainee (whose favorite idol happens to be yujin) (y/n)… well, she became obsessed! 🥰

you kinda-sorta took over as the leader of the trainees in starship when gaeul debuted so you had this aura of level-headedness and maturity in you.. but that all evaporates into nothing when yujin was in your vicinity! you had such an absurd amount of respect for her and you made it known every other time you and yujin would bump into each other in the company building and chat for a bit! you were so nice and friendly and so adorable 🥺 but you practically worshipped the ground yujin walked on… so yujin knew you were messed up deep inside your head… and all she needs to do is bring that beast out in the only way her perverted ass knew how!

offering to help you with your practice and your routines every time she so happens to pass by your favourite dance room in the building… her touches getting more and more bold as time went on but you didn’t really care to, well, care bcs yujinnie was just helping you out, right?? so what if she was basically groping your ass! 😵‍💫 god, you were so easy to manipulate it almost made yujin mad but at least it’s a fact that you’ll only be an idiot for her 🫣 to everyone else you’d be the same old reliable (y/n) who’s very serious about making her dreams come true someday but when it comes it yujin… well, you were nothing until she makes you into something, is what she decided!

how could she not try to break you down, anyway? your sweet voice calling out to her every time she was around was enough to get her panties soaked and she wasn’t even joking!

“good afternoon, yujin-unnie!”

“yujin-unnie, i saw your recent performance! you were amazing.”

“yujin-unnie, i thought you looked gorgeous in that last photoshoot you did!”

‘unnie’ is what really gets her though 😵‍💫 lots of people call her ‘unnie’ now but something about you, specifically, saying it just does something to her brain… and it was nothing good! fuck, she’d jokingly film a short vlog with you to showcase your daily trainee life and she’d fuck herself while listening to your voice… she’s that obsessed 😳😳 see she’d have this great elaborate plan to turn you into her little slutty doll but you’d unfortunately catch her on a bad day one day and suddenly you’d find herself alone with her on a small, empty room in the building and she’s sitting on a chair while you’re on her lap, sobbing and crying from both pleasure and pain while your favourite unnie fucks your cunt relentlessly 😔

your confusion regarding the situation wasn’t helping either… it turned yujin on how confused and embarrassed and ashamed you were… holding her face close to your chest, hugging her while she took out all of her stress on you… “always knew you’d be so willing to do this… you love unnie that much, don’t you, baby?” she’d ask, grinning up at you just to see you blushing and nodding your head bcs as much as you hated this, it was true! your admiration towards yujin was never completely innocent, so you couldn’t resist all this… why would you anyway? this was one of your biggest dreams aside from debuting.

yujinnie moaning with you while you came… not even letting you catch your breath before she was laying you down on the floor and fucking you again… this time faster and harder bcs that string of “unnie”s that you let out just for her was too fucking addicting 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 she’d fuck you until you were nearly all spent, laying on the floor holding onto only the tiniest bit of your consciousness before yujin takes your hands and pulls you up… letting you see how she’s stripped herself of her pants and underwear and has taken a seat back on the chair… spreading her legs wide open and beckoning you over… 😳

“come on… don’t keep unnie waiting any longer.”

oh, how you worked that tongued on her cunt…you know what? yujin can say that you were the best risk she’s ever taken 🤭🤭

#ive smut #ive x fem reader #ive x reader #ive imagines #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin imagines #yujin smut #yujin x reader #yujin x fem reader #yujin imagines #girl group smut #girl group x reader #girl group x fem reader #girl group imagines

[ectologia]

Okie dokie, hear me out now…

Tomu’ has an incredible pain tolerance, absolutely mind blowing, but his pleasure tolerance?

I bet it’s low when he’s not the one doing the stimulation. He’s too rough with himself, he doesn’t know what moderation or self control even is. He’s also got to be cautious with himself, so when it’s someone else and he relaxes?

Weak as hell. He’s coming in less than a minute. Easily overstimulated but addicted to it just as quickly, all but panting and begging for more even as he’s got tears streaming down his face and his tongue sticking out like a dog. Absolutely pathetic and when you praise him in combination?

He’s so much more than the show lets him be, but he’s still just a 21 year old piece of shit, we forget. He’d be so easy to manipulate in the right hands. Of course, he’s a quick learner, caution needs to be taken because he’s got a ego problem, but you set the temperature just right?

He’d be an adorable submissive.

Hope you’re day is going well♥️ Just throwing out thirsts~ Love seeing your work!

LET IT HAPPEN

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + FEMALE READER

WARNING: OVERSTIMULATION, CHAINS, GENITAL SPANKING, MOMMY FETISH, HANDJOB, FELLATIO, MALE MASTURBATION, SUBBY SHIGGY

He likes it hard and fast, so you give it to him slow.

Slow, soft, feather-light touches, stroking up and down his swollen length while his thin layer of foreskin clicks over his angry, red tip with every rock of your hand.

His toes crease and curl into the sheets below him, his wrists twisting and wringing in the chains strung above his head, nailed to the headboard.

“Fuck sake.. How ‘m I supposed to cum when you’re barely even fuckin’ touching me.”

He growls when this earns him a spank to his big dick, flinching and bobbing against his tensed stomach.

“You have to be patient, Tomura.”

He throws his head back in a fit, huffing and puffing while his hips buck into your palm occasionally. “Can you at least go faster.”

“Who’s in charge right now?”

Crimson-reds narrow at your petite form crouched between his thighs, fisting away at his massive cock.

It’s difficult to be intimated when he’s the one chained up this time.

You decide to up the anti. Your whole arm goes into striding up and down the thick length, stroking and pumping him rapidly. His back straightens and he raises, no longer relaxed.

No longer cocky.

“Ah.. Oh, shit. That’s.. Mmh..”

You raise your head to asses the situation, grinning up at his now frizzy and static locks of Alice blue, lain across his dewy forhead like wispy spider webs. The apples of his cheeks don a pinkish hue, tucked into his shoulder as he attempts to hide his feeble expression.

“Is that good baby boy?”

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch—”

He cries out this time as you slap the chubby head of his dick, sensitive and needy and dribbling with pre-cum.

“It’s mommy.”

He snickers wickedly through grit teeth. “Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen.” He punctuates his sentence with a snide grin, but you can see the hint of hesitance.

Of fear.

His tongue glides over his teeth as he watches a fat wad of saliva stretch from your lips into the tiny, drooling slit placed at the crest of his cock. The sticky bubbling fluid is smeared all the way down to the plump set of tightened balls hanging by his ass. The moment you hunch to flick at his head with the velvety flat of your tongue, he’s mewling.

“Oh god..”

You hollow your cheeks as you suckle on his tip, suctioning the heavy bulb against the roof of your mouth as he curses and snarls like a beast. His thighs begin to shiver either side of you, quivering and shaking against the stimulation. Your hand slips down to the crease of his ass to mould and massage at his twitching sack, closing your eyes in favour of nursing on his cock and fondling his balls with no distractions, rolling and pinching at the delicate flesh.

“Fuck! Oh my fucking god I’m gonna cum so fucking hard— shit!”

He’s caught off guard by the sudden release of his genitals, snapping his head down to stare wide eyed and frantic. His prick throbs in your palm eagerly as you press a kiss to the stiffened spine.

“What the fuck!” He squirms in his restraints, attacking at the silver links.

He hisses and jolts away after his fat, swollen balls earn a curt spank.

“You have to say please.”

“Are you kidding me?” He shifts against the mattress, his full sack and horny dick bouncing against his taint “Fine.” He rolls his eyes. “Please.”

“Please what?”

He gapes, his brows furrowing in disbelief. “I don’t fucki— I don’t know.”

“What’s my name?”

“Seriously.”

You shrug your shoulders, a giddy smile present on your face. “If you want to cum.”

He scowls, sighing. “... Mommy.” His chin hangs low against his chest as he mumbles.

“Good boy.”

You resume your sucking, milking his cock with your tongue while your warm hands jerk his sensitive ballsack side to side. His wails increase the longer you draw it out, nowhere to go and nothing to cling to in his confines. His feet kick out and shuffle, planting his heels into the dough of your mattress as he thumps his pubic bone up into your nose.

“Mommy! Mommy! Fuck!”

“Mmh?” Your mocking hums vibrate throughout his body, tingling and prickling against his member. You rise, swiping at your slicked up chin with your knuckles. “You wanna cum baby boy?.. Yeah? You wanna cum for mommy?”

He nods, distraught and yearning. His nails chip at the pudgy flesh of his palm as he balls them into fists, hitting and tapping against the wall behind him as he attempts to suppress the watery, bubbling tears collecting above his eye-line from seeping out.

“What do you say?” Your fingers pinch and flick at his fat mushroom-tip, scrubbing the puckered slit against your palm as he whimpers.

“Mommy— Please, Mommy..”

“That’s better..”

The slippery wet muscle of his tongue rolls out of his mouth like a plush carpet, lolling against the harsh cracks of his lips. His noises are barely coherent, reduced to guttural howls and whines.

He’s panting. Up until the moment his dick finally explodes, spurting and spraying sticky white ropes over your hand. He squeals like a pig, flinching as you continue to pump his massive, rock hard cock even after his orgasm. He thrashes about in his restraints, his whole body tense and rigid as you continue to jerk him off, forcing him to cum and cum and cum.

“Mommy! Mommy please! Fuck— enough!” He pleads and begs for you to stop, but the evident rock of his hips tells you he only wants more.

“Fuck! I’m shooting blanks here baby, please!”

Your hand retracts, slowly easing away.

He pants, gasping and heaving as he blinks up at the ceiling. While he catches his breath, you admire the drooping stripes of jizz seeping down his tight balls, throbbing and squeezing and pulsing next to his taught little asshole.

His chin angles forward, carnal eyes squinting at you from between tresses of white locks.

“Are you okay?” You cock your head, spidering a comforting hand up to rub his thigh.

“Let’s do that again.”

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura smut #tomura shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki smut

[asuyaka]

Hear me out on this,

HCS for Misa and L from Death Note(separately) with a detective s/o who's like Ranpo from Bougon Stray Dogs✋

★ - eeeee!!! Deathnote req!! (๑>ᴗ<๑)!!

☆ - Misa Amane & L Lawliet x Super Detective! Reader!

She loves you so much, but goodness (!!!) your smarts are going to be the death of her (literally and figuratively) 

It’s a miracle how you haven’t found out she’s the Second Kira (you have, but you’re conflicted if you should rat out your girlfriend for the sake of justice) but she’s glad!

She is so confused about your addiction to snacks because ???? why do you need that much?

She’s an idol, so she has money to back you up — not all the time, but most of the time she lets you run free. She always reminds you that too many snacks aren’t healthy, but you need snacks to function, so it goes from one ear and out the other.

She tries her best not to let you and Light meet, as much as Kira needs you dead for interefering with his plans, she can’t bring herself to give you —her boyfriend who she loves so much despite your weird snack obsession— to the man who savd her life, no matter how grateful she is for that.

"Misa....!" You groan, lying down on a couch as you watch someone put makeup on her for her next photoshoot. 

You've run out of cases that interest you, you're hungry, and you need something to do other than look at your perfect, amazing, charming, beautiful, pretty, stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous, captivating, alluring, attractive girlfriend.

You watch her in the mirror as the person places lipstick on her. Her light-brown eyes catch yours as she sends you a playful wink.

...Yeah, you lied, you could definitely keep staring at her more. 

Your thoughts wander to the Kira case. You've solved it already, despite the dead ends and plot twists Ligh— Kira kept throwing at you, but you can't find it in yourself to turn it in to the police.

You're smart (obviously). If you turn in Light, Misa will become a prime suspect for the Second Kira, they'll arrest her under suspicion, and she'll eventually break or Light will manipulate her situation in a way so that they'll free him and keep Misa. 

You still don't know how they kill, it's one of the few plot holes that bug you at night, but you're on the track to figure that out— you hope so at least.

Misa's face is above yours, a small smile on her face as she kisses your cheek. "I'll be done soon, then we can go out, okay?" 

Her smile is so warm. Even after dating for so long, it still brings butterflies in your stomach. "Yeah," you breathe out, hands squeezing Misa's slightly. "Have fun, okay? I love you."

Misa giggles—you love her laugh, it's airy and tugs a smile on your face every single damn time you hear it— squeezing your arm as she makes her way out of the room. "I love you too!"

Snack runs, snack runs, and did I already say snack runs?

The two top detectives are also lovers?? It sounds like the plot of a cheesy rom-com, but it is, in fact, the life of you and your beloved, sleep-deprived boyfriend!

You two work best when you're together. You don't even have to be touching (a lie) being in the same room working on cases is enough for the both of you.

Watari provides food (desserts and snacks, upon snacks, upon snacks) when you two are working on especially time-consuming cases.

Whenever you don't feel like working or the case you are working on doesn't interest you anymore, you cling to L's back, hide your face in the crook of his neck, and either sleep or give small feedback on the cases he works on.

The amount of money you two spend on food is not healthy, you're both very aware of that, but if you think you never gain weight so... who cares?

L has a hard time expressing his feelings, you're very aware of that, so you two have little signals whenever he wants something!

Pulling on your thumb whenever he wants a hug (he quickly discovered he adores physical touch), having Watari hand you cookies 'n creme pocky whenever he needed some form of intimate physical touch (kisses, hand holding [only when you two are alone], or particularly... engaging kisses.)

You were half-asleep, a chocolate wafer in your mouth as you lay on the floor, papers scattered around your body like faux snow.

You were bored, unbelievably so. Most of L's time was spent on the Kira case, in which he wouldn't let you participate for the sake of 'your safety' or something you didn't care enough to remember.

You think that was the first serious fight you and your boyfriend had in the three years you've been together. You didn't understand why he wouldn't let you do this, you two were great and reliable detectives. 

His argument of "keeping you safe" didn't make any sense either, because if he dies because of this god-awful and annoying case, you'll end up joining the investigation anyway— by force if you have to.

The sound of a door creaking open slightly catches your attention. The pattern of bare feet coming closer to your figure as a hand gently pulls your thumb.

"I'm mad at you, you know?" You huff, eating the wafer and turning your body away from the black-haired man.

A small noise of frustration comes from behind you as L pulls on your thumb harder. "Hug." 

"Go hug that Yagami boy since you like spending time with him so much." You're being petty, you know, but you can't help it.

You know L loves you, and you love him too but fuck if the Kira case situation didn't get under your skin, you'd be a liar. 

A very bad one too.

The tugs get harder and there's less pause between each one. L is very persistent, you don't know why you thought he'd leave you alone after denying him the first time.

"[Name]. Hug."

A beat of silence passed as your free hand pushed past the papers of evidence for a case you were working on, trying to find a snack.

You felt a tug in your heart when L's grip slightly faltered. With a sigh, you hastily rolled over. Encasing him in your arms and rolling back the other way, the two of you finally look at one another eye to eye.

"Happy now?" You ask in feigning annoyance as you watch your boyfriend's lips slowly curl into a smile, a small dust of red tinting his pale skin.

"Very."

Sighing dramatically, you let him stay in the crook of your neck, legs intertwined as the sleep slowly falls over your body.

You can be mad at him another time.

#writin' shit. #ANSWERED LETTERS — ​008 #death note x male reader #death note #l x male reader #misa x male reader #x male reader #male reader #l lawliet #misa amane #★: anon! #death note x reader #death note headcanons

[mykoreanlove]

You're sick

The number you have dialed is not in service. Please call again later.

What the actual fuck? Jackson took another puff of his cigarette before reaching for his drink again. She blocked me? She fucking blocked me?! He took another sip of the brown liquor, not even feeling the burn in this throat anymore. The only thing he felt was anger. His eyes were glued to the screen, still unable to process what has happened. How could you block me? I’m Jackson Wang from China for fuck’s sake. He took another long sip sadly accepting the fact that even his fame couldn’t guarantee him a shot at love.

You’re sick. Those were your final words to him. He replayed you saying that hundreds of times. You had that painful look in your reddened eyes, tears straining your flushed cheeks, breath stuck in your throat as you let go of him. Jackson spit out the nastiest things as his ego was taking a blow right there. He watched you pack your stuff and leave his apartment, leaving him for good.

At least you didn’t cheat on him. He smirked devilishly thinking that this was some kind of progress since the girl before you fooled him for weeks on end. But if he was honest with himself it didn’t feel like progress at all. It felt like heartbreak, like suffering, like a never-ending loneliness that has crept into his bones. At this point in his life those feelings felt like a part of him. You were right, he thought to himself, I am sick.

Jackson poured himself another glass as he was remembering the first few weeks he shared with you. He liked the excitement of becoming yours - being glued to his phone eagerly anticipating your texts became normal, having someone to share the highs and lows of his days with felt so natural and you giving him all of your attention made him feel so important.

He adored the passion you elicited in him – staying up most nights to explore your body thrilled him, being the one fucking you brainless turned him on endlessly and cuddling you to sleep while stealing sweet kisses made him domestic.

He loved forming a true connection with you - opening up about his struggles was easy since you’ve always been so empathetic, holding you in his arms under the stars while planning the future seemed logical and falling in love was inevitable, especially for someone as love-addicted as Jackson.

This sweet feeling of love took over his whole being which made him noticeably happier. Jackson finally felt like he was appreciated for who he was as a man and not for being an artist. He didn’t even care that he had to slow down his career, so that he could spend more time with you. He didn’t care about music sales, brand deals or future career options – all he cared about was you.

Until he didn’t.

His mind got pestered with doubts, anxiety clouding his every thought. What if this was too good to be true? What if you left him in the end? What if relationships weren’t just his thing? Could he really neglect his career for you? After all, his career would never wake up and abandon him one day…

Jackson felt himself slipping into old patterns. This was no longer the confident man that you fell for but a coward that shied away from love and gave into fear. Unable to stop his inner demons, he gave into them, turning into a self-sabotaging monster once again. Better hurting you than getting hurt himself, right?

He gulped down the remains of the liquor and let out a desperate sigh. Why did I do this? Why am I so stupid? He ran his hand through his blonde hair, tugging on it as if self-harm would ease his self-inflected pain. He thought about the downfall of your relationship: Joyful calls turned into silence, sweet acts of love turned into egocentric ignorance and soulful connection turned into manipulation. This was no longer a blooming relationship; this was him having his way with you. He controlled you by giving you love if he needed it and tossed you aside if you came too close to him. Jackson often wondered how long you’d play this game with him, how much it took to break you. Turns out that fucking his dancer in front of you did the trick. Crying and arguing got replaced with your silence – this was you being done with him. This was him being left with his sickness – once again.

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[konigsblog]

now we need kidnapper!König headcanons👀

(( well thank god you asked, here's some headcannons that i think resonate with kidnapper!könig !!! ))

kidnapper/yandere!könig headcannons. angst, smut, fluff

warnings: yandere, smut, mentions of murder, lovebombing, somnophillia. (tell me if i missed anything!!)

(...)

kidnapper!könig who never feels anger or fury towards you. of course, he feels frustration some days; the times were you slap and growl at him, snarling at him for laying a hand on you, for taking you away from your loving family.

but he'd never want you to feel unworthy or insecure, that's something he felt as a kid, nothing he wants his love to feel. adding onto that, pain; he never wants you to feel pain, physically and mentally, hated when you've been hurt or cut, immediately presses tender kisses all over your face after cleaning your wound.

kidnapper!könig who can't keep his eyes off you. you're his desire, what he looked for truly. he'll call you over to sit on his lap, or kiss him, or hug him, and you don't have a choice.

kidnapper!könig who has a size kink, it only grew after meeting you. he'll of course prepare you, even months in advance before you're comfortable enough with him. telling you to use the dildo that looks like his cock, taking it even further each day until you take it fully.

he's so impressed, telling you what a good girl you are for using the dildo, that you're being so sweet to him, how much he loves you. he watches as you ride his throbbing size, bouncing up and down on his size, grasping at his chest in an attempt to get him to praise you for taking him so well.

kidnapper!könig who loves bondage and ropes. seeing you all tied up and bound, fucking into you again and again until his cum oozes from you, dripping from your hole, developing a breeding kink.

following onto that last statement, he'd become obsessed with the idea of getting you swollen, or just to watch you coveted in his cum. adores the suprised and shocked look on your face as he slams into your wetness. “hah-.. that's it, good girl, maus.. taking me so well, aren't you just a sweet little thing?” he'd coo.

kidnapper!könig who hates punishing you, despises it. he grits his teeth whenever he has to, you've done something unacceptable and now you have to face the consequences. he absolutely hates the way you cry, the pain in your voice destroys him.

kidnapper!könig who chains you to him as you sleep. you'd worked yourself up from the basement to the bedroom, finally able to sleep on something that didn't feel like concrete. he can't help but chuckle when you pass out immediately, handcuffing you to him before cuddling into you.

kidnapper!könig who doesn't hesitate to kill your family. he will ruin then and leave them gutted, literally. buried into the ground, dirt covering their bodies, never telling you the truth.

if you have a comfort for something like music, he'll make you work for it. a user called yandere-sins talked about how different yanderes would react to their darling needing music for comfort, and i view könig as an obsessive and protective, he'd probably let you do whatever, still monitoring the time you're listening to it, a bit worried but getting you to sit on his lap while you listen.

kidnapper!könig who will slam into you relentlessly after a failed mission. you can feel him in your cervix, kissing it while his grip tightens, you're too overwhelmed and dizzy to focus on anything other than the lengthy meaty dick pounding into you !!

kidnapper!könig who's toxic, and you don't even realise it. you don't notice how he'll manipulate and gaslight you into forgiving him, you barely realise how addicted you are to his touch, resulting in a huge breakdown when you finally come to the realisation.

he'll hold you, cradle you like a baby. you're refusing to eat anything, your bones starting to weaken. and he will treat you like a baby if he has to. bundling you in a wooly blanket, a bottle of milk forced into your mouth while he scolds you for refusing it. “schatz, drink it, please. you haven't ate since friday, it's sunday. drink it, you need it for your bones.”

kidnapper!könig who has you on his hip at all time. holding you like a koala. helping you whenever you wake up sobbing, still terrified that you've started loving this man beside you. he'll make you some soup his oma taught him, letting you eat it on the coffee table, sitting on a pillow while he sits back on the couch, pressing play to a series you'd become invested in, worried and anxious for your mental health.

then afterwards he'll play and braid your hair til you fall asleep, head rested on his big lap, running his fingertips down your cheeks before cuddling into you, waking up on the couch.

kidnapper!könig who cries into your shoulder when he has to go on deployment. you both weep onto eachother, finally letting him pull his mask down after you've kissed him, hugging him one last time before he leaves.

kidnapper!könig who facetimes you everynight. whether thats for a goodnight, or to see you all wet and sticky with cum running down your thighs. you can hear his grunts, watching as he fists his meaty dripping cock, the both of you coming all over the place.

kidnapper!könig who bathes you everynight he can. he washes your hair, you're sat in the bath, letting him lather shampoo onto your hair and let water run down your head. your body all soapy and wet with water, kissing your forehead every now and then. wrapping you in a towel and kissing your body, down to your cunt before he eats you out, getting you all sensitive and stimulated.

kidnapper!könig who will wake you up with sex, kissing your tits and sucking on your hardened nips. his thick dick easing into your pussy, waking up with a couple whimpers and whines, slick coating his shaft.

you and könig will giggle every night, playing videos or games, making fun of eachother playfully, letting him ruffle your hair.

in the first weeks of you being with him, he'd not let you use social media. even after months, you wouldn't be allowed. but he'd let you play board games or make puzzles, watching over you and asking questions to get you to open up.

yandere!könig who comes home all bloodied, watching your panic and terror, reassuring you to come give him a hug. getting you covered in crimson liquid, blood dripping onto your shirt, getting in your hair. he'd just murdered your parent(s), but you wouldn't know that.

who would wash your hair and body, everything silent and quiet. his hands roaming over your body and cleaning you, removing the blood from you while telling you that you'd be alright, that you shouldn't be scared of him. letting you warm up into his shoulder, trying to process what happened to your family, actually, not the lies you'd been fed. what has he really done?

#orla speaks #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #könig #könig call of duty #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig cod mw2 #cod konig

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Systems, be kind to your “problematic” alters. No, I don’t mean don’t give them consequences for their actions, and no, I don’t mean just let them wreak havoc on your life. But I do mean try to work with them instead of against them.

We have one of these problematic alters. Her name is Nyx. She holds a lot of the trauma and holds a lot of mental illness symptoms and addiction problems. She embodies some of the worst parts of our abusers. Nyx has intense emotions that she can’t always control, she can be manipulative, nasty, mean, she takes front and suddenly we’ve been on a bender for four days and she’s been a total bitch to everyone who loves us and who we love. She self-harms, she’s the reason for a lot of our near misses with suicide. When we say she can be problematic, we MEAN IT.

We’ve spent years fighting with her, trying to keep her in headspace, treating her coldly. She always breaks out of containment. She’s weirdly good at it. But recently we’ve started thinking that Nyx’s propensity for breaking out is, in part, our brain trying to tell us something. Because after years of fighting against her, we decided to try something new. We saw her being angry and bitchy about a particular guy our partner was talking to, and instead of condemning her and locking her up, we asked her why.

Nyx didn’t know the answer at first, so we waited with her until she figured it out. She then explained that she feels like expressing her needs makes her a bad person (which is almost definitely an internalized message from our abuser), but circumstances around this particular guy were making her feel really insecure, and in the absence of being able to talk about what her actual feelings are, she tried to get rid of the threat by being overall angry and negative about him. In essence? Nyx feels like she can’t express needs because she feels like she should be able to meet them independently. So, the needs go unmet, and she ends up resorting to underhanded tactics to meet them, which doesn’t always work because people can’t read her mind, and then it builds up into a much bigger problem than it was originally.

And you know what? That’s something we can work with.

In one of our first acts of real system cooperation, we coaxed her into talking to our partner about how she felt, and she did, and she even wound up apologizing for her behaviour, on her own, without any of us making her. 

We decided that instead of locking her back up, we’d give her the grace of letting her have a little freedom, and asked her not to go on a bender or self sabotage relationships. And you know what she did with front the next day?

She put on a cute outfit, put temporary pink hair dye in our hair, had a drink and a smoke at dinner with our parents and brother, and went to see the Barbie movie with our mom and nana. Not exactly the unhinged behaviour we’ve come to expect from her. The most unhinged thing she did was the hair dye, and honestly? The colour is temporary and it looks good on us. She showed off the outfit to anyone who would give her the time of day, and it was honestly adorable. She was so happy and excited to feel like a cute girl! It’s a very different side of her, but one that’s been here the whole time.

And all it took was offering her some understanding, teamwork and trust. She hasn’t gotten better overnight. She still has a lot of problems. There is still work to be done with her. But you know what did happen overnight? She’s agreed to work with us at all.

So yeah. Be kind to your problematic alters, because that’s the first step of cooperation.

#osdd #did #did osdd #osddid #actually plural #actually did #actually dissociative #plurality

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Room's on Fire: 6. End of the Innocence

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Madonna wins over Frankie, but in the mean times upsets Jonah and Pope

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

WARNINGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!!!

Extra warnings for chapter: spit kink, non consensual voyerism, physical violence.

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A/N: Some madonna POV, but we also get Jonah, Santi, and Frankie

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"Oh, but I know a place where we can go Still untouched by men We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass waves in the wind You can lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence" ~End of the Innocence, Don Henley

“Fuck, Madonna…”  Francisco moaned under you, his massive cock filling you up again and again as you bounced on him. You had undone his belt and pant button, keeping his pants on but pulled his cock out. With your panties pulled off, you had sat on lap with his member stuffed inside you as you made out with him. Francisco was a tender, passionate lover, kissing you with all the love you’d been missing since Pope stopped kissing you at all. 

“I love you, Francisco…” You whisper to him, clutching his body to yours in desperation. You needed him to know how much he was adored and appreciated. He is your husband just as much as the others are, even if he ignored you for so long. You card your fingers through his hair and nibble on his lips, sucking the pouty lower one into your mouth and pulling. “My handsome man…”

Hands on his chest, you kiss him down, letting his head fall back on the grass and your hair cascade down around him. Francisco moans out a strained ‘Madonna…’ as his cock twitched inside you. You knew he preferred to be taken care of instead of in charge, you had noticed it in the way Pope fucked him. Whatever Francisco wanted, you were going to give it to him. Anything for him to love you the way you love him. Anything to have the love of all your husbands.

Pushing yourself up, you bounce on his cock as he runs his hands up your loose dress, feeling up your tender breasts and playing with your nipples. He tweaked them through the thin dress, rolling the hardened buds in his fingers until you cry out his name, sweat beading down your face in the warm sun. “Francisco!” You close your eyes tightly, your senses taking in him, him, him. He roughly squeezes a tit, and as your legs tire you fold down over him again to his beautiful mouth. You feel him spearing you, laying his claim really and truly for the time as he hit that spot inside you that made you dizzy.

“So beautiful, Madonna” He mutters against your ear, panting and whining for you and only you. He was so beautiful like this, comfortable and happy and turned on, paying attention to your body. “Gonna cum…” He whines, hips bucking as he chases his release. “Please, need to cum, need to cum so fucking bad.”

Tender, you kiss his forehead, sliding up and down his throbbing cock, wanting to get him off so fucking badly. “Cum for me, I’m right behind you, wanna feel you fill me.”

With a loud groan, Francisco pulsed inside you, filling you up with his warm seed. The thought of becoming pregnant out in this field after finally securing his love, your body swelling with the savior… you came on his cock, pussy gripping his softening member with your fingers digging into his skin. It was hard, it was blinding, your heart bursting with love for the man eveloping you in his arms. 

His cock still stuffed inside you, you rest your head on his shoulder. For the first time since the incubus, you fall asleep peacefully. Francisco would keep you safe, plugged up with his cum so it had no chance of leaving. You were going to get pregnant.

*

Fracisco woke to the sound of footsteps on the grass, and as he remembered him and Madonna’s compromising position he gasps awake.

“Oh shit- god dammit-” He see’s Jonah quickly turn around, grumbling and ruffling his hair, tucking his other hand in his jean pocket next to his holster.

Francisco’s pants were still fully on and your dress fell around you, so to Jonah it had only looked like you had fallen asleep cuddling. He must have realized that you were still implailed on him. The panties on the grass didn’t help. 

He felt you stir, but he caressed your hair and shushed you. You were so tired, the bags around your eyes getting clearer every day. You needed your rest. 

“It’s getting dark…” Jonah mumbles, clearly uncomfortable but trying to do his job. Frank didn’t mind Jonah, honestly. He did good work and especially he treated Madonna well. Frankie knew he has a fatherly presence, something Frankie didn’t long for the way Santi did, but he knew you needed. And Jonah needed someone to take care of since Iris rejected him. They didn’t even talk for the first three years of it all.

“Give us a few minutes” Frankie whispers to Jonah’s back. It was 20 minutes before he finally woke you, the pair of you having slept on the grass for 2 hours or so. He wanted to pocket your panties, but he didn’t want to have something someone might find. If Santi found it, his jealousy would be a problem for everyone involved. If Ben found them, he’d be hurt, thinking Frankie preferred Madonna. Did he love his wife? Yes… yes he thought he did. Who was he to reject this unconditional love from her? Yes, he loved his wife but he loved the man who was now his husband more. Benny before all else.

There was no way on this earth that Francisco was letting his wife, still wet and dripping with his cum, smelling of sex, in her pretty dress with Jonah of all people. Will would flip his fucking shit if he saw Madonna on his lap. So, she’d sit with him as they rode back.

Problem was, that smell of sex? That dripping, tight little hole that was all he could think about now? Her cute ass pressed against his crotch as she bounced on the horse? He wasn’t sure he could make it back to the house. His dick hardened against you, his arms pressing you close to him, he slide a hand up to touch your body. It’d been so long since he touched a woman’s body, preferring the company of Ben if he had a choice… and taking the love he could get from Santi if he couldn’t. He forgot how soft women were. Ben was rigid, safe, strong. His body was firm in a way that comforted Francisco. Santi was softer, sure. Santi’s legs and ass were thick with meat and his stomach a padding of stomach fat, but under it all was muscle still, joints and tissue and heft all boundled in the tight body of the would-be savior. Santi could never relax, his anger, his shame, his failings, the ever-present overcast of his mother never allowing him a moments peace. It wasn’t uncommon for Santiago to take Frankie in the sanctuary, Beatriz’s remains watching them as they consummate on the alter, not unlike Madonna, after reciting faux vows multiple times. Francisco had sworn his fidelity to Santi again and again in these private ceremonies… Francisco didn’t believe a word of Beatriz, her wishy-washy attitude of who the savior was when  her mood changed solidified that for francisco in his youth… but some days…

Some days Francisco wanted Ben to drag him into the sanctuary, he wanted Ben to bend him over the alter and claim him, to not belong to and be subject to the will of any Garcia again. To belong to Ben and only Ben and tell Santi to fuck of… But that wasn’t happening. The Millers were dying before Beatriz took them in, and Ben had worshiped the ground Beatriz and Santiago walked on, and if Frank were being completely honest, he did long Santi. He missed their boyhood together, before Santi’s soft mess was beat out of him and he stuff all his love for his brother until it folded in on himself, only let loose under the cover of night fucks and threesones and orgys.

Ben was a rock. Santiago was dynamite waiting to explode.

You? You were soft. And it didn't matter that Jonah was only a few feet away on his horse, Francisco was going to feel every inch of that softness. You wanted him? Out in the open, no secret? He'd have you out in the open.

“Francisco?” You whisper as he slips a hand under your dress, feeling your little clit through the cotton.

“I got you, just relax…” But you squirmed against him. There was nowhere to go, the trotting horse so far off the ground and his arm tight against your middle. “Relax.” He was more firm this time.

You stopped moving, but your body remained stiff. “But… Jonah.” You speak quietly so the other man doesn’t hear, but Francisco doesn’t care.

He tightens his grip, pressing down hard on your clit and rasps in your ear. “Relax.”

You have to bite on your cheeks to keep from whimpering, and Francisco doesn’t like that. He wants to hear your sounds again so he toys with your body, playing you like an instrument he is well practiced in. Your nipples are stiff and sensitive, making them easy prey to Francisco’s long fingers. How did he know your body so intimately already? His fingers working fast, Francisco is still ever-tender, kissing your mouth as you tilt your head to kiss him. You were a pretty girl, you deserved to be kissed, but right now he wanted to hear you so he opted to detach from your mouth and kiss down your neck, sucking a possessive hickey on you until he got what he wanted; a moan.

He saw Jonah tense and smiled against your delicate skin as you began to relax finally. You still were stifling your sounds, obviously not wanting the older man to hear you on the verge of cumming, but little noises were slipping out. Jonah grunted and kicked the horse, effectively riding ahead. His was missing out, the desperate, shuttering whimper as you came was music to Franicosco’s ears, cumming in his own pants once again.

*

Jonah’s face was burning. He didn’t want to hear that, he didn’t want to see what he saw. He didn’t want to know what she did with those four at all hours of the day outside of her not being harmed too badly. He has a duty to Marcus to keep her as safe as he could without rocking the boat too much. His duty to Iris came before all else. Now he was physically sick, and he was stuck with her trailing behind him. Francisco was putting the horses away, and obvious wet spot in his own pants sickening Jonah more, and had told Jonah to watch her.

Her voice was small. “Jon-”

“Don’t” He grunted, not wanting to talk. He needed to find Iris or Reyansh, he needed someone else to watch her. He needed to get away. 

“I’m sorr-”

Jonah whipped around to face her, keeping his distance.  His shame only grew when Jonah saw her eyes flick down to his pants. It was brief, only for a second and she didn’t see anything there but the fact you thought you might, the fact you had any suspicion that he might have gotten turned on by Frank’s display was humiliating.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“But I- I couldn’t hold it in. I was trying to be quiet but he-”

Jonah shut his eyes, not needing any more imagery and held up a hand. “Honey I can’t do this right now, okay? I’m not-” He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just can't be around you right now.” He saw your lip quiver, but Iris walked into the hall carrying a load of laundry on her hip. “Here.” He looked at Iris and gestured towards you. “I need you to watch her.”

 Iris scoffed at that. “You can’t just pawn her off on me when you’re bored of her.”

“I’m not pawning her off, I-”

Your voice was small but firm, slight wavering but determined to speak. “I’m not- I’m not a puppy who can’t be left alone for 5 minutes…” 

Jonah scrubs his face. “That’s not what I meant… I just mean-”

“I know what you mean,” She looked back and forth between him and Iris who was listening curiously. “But I’m not a child, I’m not a dog. I’m the Madonna and I don’t need to be babysat.”

“I know, I know, but they want someone with you at all times-”

“I’m twenty-two!” You suddenly raise your voice.

Jonah was done with this conversation, he couldn’t look at you without feeling sick right now. He turned to Iris. “Watch her, please?” and stormed off. He needed to find Frankie. He hears Iris sigh, then speak to you. 

“C’mon, you can help me and Rey with laundry.”

Rey must really love her if he was helping her do laundry. He'd seen his room... laundry was not a priority...

*

Jonah slammed Frank against the wall as he entered the house from the stables. At about the same height, Jonah had an inch on him but that didn’t mean much against Frank’s broad expanse. Jonah needed to posture if he was going to intimidate him, even if Frankie was the most timid of the 4. He needed to make sure that today did not repeat. “What the FUCK was that!”

Frankie’s eyes were wide, all his prior bravery and showmanship gone as Jonah pressed his forearm into his chest. Jonah’s hand was fisted in his shirt. “Nothing!”

“That girl has enough going on without you publicly humiliating her! Are you going to bring her to one of your sex parties next? Parade her around naked for everyone to see!”

“NO!”

“What the fuck happened to you! You were the good one, Frankie! After everything Beatriz put us through, you wanna do that to her too!”

When Frankie’s mouth opened to respond, hurt and guilt flittering across his face just as Jonah knew it would, Jonah was tossed to the ground and tackled. Before Jonah even had a chance to see who it was, his face being beaten by fists, he knew it was Ben.

“DON’T! FUCKING! TOUCH HIM!” The boy shouted, pounding Jonah’s face so hard he wondered if he’d cave it in. The thought didn’t seem so bad, but he couldn’t leave Iris and the girl. It wasn’t fair for Jonah to escape this hell he put Iris in.

It was Frankie that pulled Ben off him, eyes blue and crazed and flashing with anger, keeping his body protectively in front of his lover. They were a secret from Santi and the girl, both of them too oblivious to suspect, but the rest of the household knew. 

“Ben, stop, it’s fine”

“IT’S NOT FINE!” He screams, chest heaving in rage. Ben turns around to cup Ben’s cheek. “He doesn’t get to fucking touch you, baby.”

Frankie averted his eyes, body language stiff. It seemed he was okay compromising the girl’s dignity, putting her sexuality on display but was uncomfortable with Ben touting him. The reason, of course, was that Santi was a jealous god and Ben's possession could end his life, but the irony was still there.

The men left the hall, Frankie only looking back on where Jonah lay bleeding for a moment.

It was Rey that finally found him, Jonah too pained to get up on his own. His nose must be broken and everything ached, but the shame on Frankie’s face was enough. He made his point.

“Jonah! Shit!” Rey ran to him, and jonah forced himself to sit up lest the boy think he was dead.

“I’m fine, Rey.”

“Fucking bullshit, who did this? Was it Santi?”

He laughs. As if that man could get the jump on him without a knife or gun. Jonah could take him, he wasn’t the problem. The problem was the others. Ben, obviously, was a fucking force, and Will was a human mountain. Frankie was timid but don’t let that fool you, he’d seen the man take down forces.

The problem with Santi is the loyalty he garnered. Harming him meant the other 3 coming after him, and a majority of the commune. Delta would die for him, literally drinking the kool-aid if he asked. 

Jonah refused to go to the kitchen, knowing Iris and the girl would be there, so Rey took him to his room to clean him up.

“You probably shouldn’t sleep.” Rey says, icing his face. 

“I probably should drink either, but I'm gonna ask you to get me some whiskey.”

Rey chuckles and shakes his head, but gets the drink anyway. Jonah would just get his own.

Jonah mutters a thank you. “Please don’t tell Iris…” He sighs, knowing the answer to his request.

“You know I have to. Everyone else lies to her, she needs me to be honest.”

‘Everyone’ meant him. He hadn’t been a good father, he knew that. God, did he love her. Iris deserved better, he wanted to leave with her but there were no options. Everything around them had fallen apart, the other small communities around being so afraid of Delta they’d turn them in.

In the barren environment, Iris would die of exposer or be raped and killed by raiders within weeks, even with him and Rey protecting her. Not that she needed much protection, she was a skilled shot… which is why she wasn’t allowed a gun. Will kept careful eye on all the guns in Delta, Jonah himself only allowed his pistol during the day time, turning it in at night.

But Jonah hadn’t given up. He wouldn’t give up on getting Iris out until his last breath. If he could get the girl and Rey out too, he would, but Iris was the priority. 

*

The energy had shifted, and Santi noticed.

Santiago fucked into Frankie who he had flipped naked onto his stomach with Will having Madonna on her back. Frankie, who previously in these moments had focused on him or Ben was now eying her tits as they bounced in time to Will’s thrusts. He had kissed her, even, which hadn’t sat right with him. He tolerated it with Will or Ben, but her? She wasn’t for Frankie to love, she wasn’t for Frankie to be attracted to even. She was for Frankie and him to fill.

You were on the edge of an orgasm, but so was he, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t waste his godly essence on a barren hole. And he wanted to, god he wanted to. He wanted to cum so hard into his lover that Frankie swelled with child. Could it be possible? They were god, they were powerful… Maybe if he fulfilled his duty, maybe if he produced the savior with the whimpering girl impaled on his brother's dick, Mother would grant him this. If he had it his way, he’d have this child with Frankie only… but even now, even in his 30’s and the primary leader of Delta, a demi-god and son of the Holiest Mother on high, he could not control this.

With a strangled, pained groan, Santi pulled out of his most favored lover, shoving at Will as he stroked himself. Taking the hint, Will came inside you, kissing you deeply even as he pulled himself away to make room for their leader. As Santi angrily pounded your core, making your eyes roll back as he was the one to make you cum, not Will. He watches as your body writhes under him, Will’s cum coating his cock and spathering on his hips as it leaks out. Frankie joins Will in kissing you, your pleasured face chasing both their mouths until it was a blur of who was kissing who, the two mouths intertwining. 

Your moans grow louder again, chest heaving and back arching off the mattress and unable to kiss back as another orgasm began to eclipse you. That’s right, your pleasure was his. He controlled your body and what it felt, good or bad. Kneeling on either side of you, Will and Francisc straight and made out above, you sloppy and wet with Will shoving his large fingers into Frankie’s mouth. Santi wanted to cum, but his anger, his jealousy the white-hot fury that bubbled at his life-long inadequacy was holding him back. Will was practically throat fucking Frankie with his fingers, his left hand wrapped around his throat and Francisco’s whimpering moans gargled by his spit that dribbled down his chin and onto your breasts.

Pleasured sounds from your lips intensified when your hands went to your breasts, spreading the droll on your tits and playing with your nips with the slicked-up pads of your fingers. Despite fucking you, from where Santi knelt between your legs he felt on the outside of the scene, like he was the dildo and they were your porn, like he was being cucked in his own goddamn home.

Will pulled his fingers out, ordering Frankie to spit in her mouth. Santi watched in jealousy as you swallowed that part of him, quickly followed by Will’s own saliva. When Will went back to kissing Frankie, wet smacks of lips on lips, he used his dominant hand to jerk off Frankie's, throbbing, massive, uncut cock and the other shoving two fingers in your mouth. He wasn’t aggressive with you, merely giving you something to suck on as you came around Santi’s cock again. And then again. When Santiago watched Frank cum on your face, streak after streak of white liquid on your skin, Santiago couldn’t take it anymore. Angry, he reached out to fist Frank's brown curls and yank him towards him, lips crashing together. 

SLAM, SLAM, SLAM he thrust his hips into Madonna until she screamed a final orgasm with the help of Will's lips lapping at her nipples. As Santi came into your womb with fury, biting down on Frankie’s lips until he tasted blood. When it was done, he shoved Frankie to lay down where Santi joined him, lapping at the tangy blood and sucking on hip lip to draw more out. Will laid down by you, kissing you in a stark contrast. It was gentle and soft, making you smile. 

Santiago reached out repeatedly, scooping up the cum on your face and shoving it inside your sore, puffy pussy.

“Can’t be wasting a single drop, Frankie.”

WHAT ARE WE THINK WHAT ARE WE THINKING WHAT ARE WE THINKING

I don't know what came over me with that smut bro, I blacked out and wrote it. im on my period a lot is happening.

Oh Frankie.... c'mon dude, don't do Jonah like that :((((

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[mrcarmenile]

my notes/thoughts on hazbin hotel episode four! spoilers ahead

i have sooooo many words for this episode

here are some unorganized thoughts

loser baby was the most perfectest adorable beautiful thing ever (also as a person who is positively nihilistic, it’s very relatable)

im hopping on the huskerdust train, 100% on board

also the dressing room scene had me GAGGED. blake roman is so talented. i was shocked. i was BLOWN AWAY. the cracks in his voice, the SADNESS, the hopelessness, i can HEAR the tears and i can HEAR the fear, i can FEEL the pain. blake, i never doubted you and i never fucking will. your performance was incredible.

oh also joel perez popped tf off. i hate val with a burning passion and his voice is so perfect and manipulative and i just wanted to punt him 🤠 joel is so good at bringing valentino’s pure cruelty to life, i was SO uncomfortable and emotional watching that scene. huge props

but seriously blake had me SHOOK. the way he delivered so many of the lines—the emotional ones, the frantic ones, the funny ones. all perfect. i would point them all out but we would be here all day. (but i HAAAAAVE TO SAY THAT THE WAY HE DELIVERED “do you know what i’m worth?!” OR WHATEVER THE LINE WAS GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS. OH MY GOD.)

the poison sequence had me flinching and gagging and almost crying

and once again. husk and angel were peak in this episode, i’m obsessed with them in the last quarter of the episode. way more wholesome and perfect than i could have ever imagined — two addict losers who sold their souls to psychotic overlords, but they’re in it together! i love that SO much.

also keith’s vocals in loser baby had me WEAK i love his voice so fucking much

i also love how charlie got some development in this episode!! i NEED to see her in demon mode again, i was blown away.

never getting over this episode lmao 😃

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel episode 4 #helluva boss #hellaverse #angel dust #huskerdust #blake roman #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel poison #loser baby #husk #husker hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #valentino hazbin hotel

[yanderes-galore]

Okay okay. Oneshot/short scenario of yandere dirk strider x reader where the reader obviously has a shy little crush on dirk? Sure he's a little overprotective, but that's fine! They still want to kiss him on the face and hug him despite that 🥺 would he take advantage of their crush (considering he likes then back in this) or would he go about it slowly and somewhat like a normal non-yandere individual?

Sure, I'll make a small short of his reaction :) Dubious when this takes place, could be after the game if you want but I just never focused on it. Sorry if it's too short or not what you wanted :(

Still going to credit @yandere--stuck for their variation of Dirk that inspired mine. Without their work I probably couldn't characterize him in a good manner. I just like the idea of guilty yandere Dirk a lot.

Take It Slow

Yandere! Dirk Strider Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Guilt, Manipulation, Lucid yandere issues, Stalking, Kidnapping, Isolation, Dubious relationship, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Mentioned past Jake x Dirk.

Your attempts at hiding your feelings were pathetic. Then again this is coming from someone like Dirk, a man who prefers to hide his feelings in a stoic matter. Your shy nature about your attraction only ever made him fall further in love with you.

Your feelings were not helping his obsession in the slightest.

Dirk knew that he should be the one to shut down your feelings. A person such as him would only be poison to you. However, could he really pass up such an opportunity to have you as his?

He's only human, after all.

He tries not to blame himself when he calls you up to see him or meets you in person himself. He tries to ignore the guilt he feels when he admits he's noticed your feelings. Then he finally restrains the urge to berate himself for saying he feels the same.

His hesitance is temporarily halted when you collide with his chest. Your arms wrapping around him is like a vice, one that makes him forget the issues of this. In your mind, this is a normal relationship.

Not to Dirk.

It can't possibly be normal if he's stalked you for this long. It can't be normal that he's fantasized about you for what feels like forever. He's a stalker and someone who excuses it as protecting you.

Yet when he hears you say you love him. When he feels you kiss his head and tell him you've been waiting for this, just like him... he gives in. He'll try to take things as normal as he can make them.

Why should he focus on the past? All that should matter is here and now. In a way he feels he's taking advantage of you, your crush was just by chance.

Yet why should he acknowledge that? He promises you, he promises himself, that he'll take things slow with you. Sure, he's not the most emotional boyfriend.

But God does he love it when you cling to him.

He shouldn't fault himself for holding you and squeezing every last "I Love You" out of you. Why does he keep trying to deny such a gift? The one he loves adores him.

He doesn't care if he's bad for you.

Like a venus flytrap, you'll only be aware of the danger you're in when you trip the triggers. Before you know you need to run, he'll end up clamping down. You've given him a taste.

He'll only want more.

It starts like a dream for the both of you. He slowly gets used to your love, leaning into your hugs and kisses like it's the best thing he's ever felt. It's addicting, he hasn't felt anything like it except maybe with Jake.

Yet his attraction towards you is much stronger than it was with Jake.

Being with you felt right. Dirk's desperate to keep it right. He continues using his creations to stalk you, he continues to cling to you in hopes you'll never leave, he gets worse. His red flags start to show.

You used to love him. Perhaps even now you still do to some degree. But when you begin to regret the relationship between you...

Dirk's already locked you in his home and made escape bordering on impossible.

Why? Well, he can't lose you now, can he? He's always meant to be the one to protect you. Boyfriend or not... he wants to keep you safe with himself.

In his eyes the only way to keep the feelings he has towards you alive is to isolate you with just him.

He still knows it's wrong, although it's not like that's stopped him before.

#yandere homestuck #yandere dirk strider #yandere homestuck x reader

[deathbxnny]

Jing yuan, blade and dan heng with a columbina s/o?? Like from the few descriptions and leaks we got from her, someone that appears innocent, pretty and a bit airheaded and absent minded but is extremely dangerous and feared for their powers and abilities (I assume it's manipulating people's mind and conciousness?) Also they're a fallen angel/seraphim and they love randomly putting their heads on their lap and singing

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A/N: Hello! I absolutely love Columbina! Her singing in the trailer was so ethereal! Thank you for the cute request!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationship, columbina like reader, mentions of mind control/violence(?)

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Dan Heng

He quickly noticed, that there was something off about your demeanor, yet also didn't care much about it. He loved you either way and never asked any questions about the sinister darkness inside of you. Why would he anyways, when you were so kind and good to him?

He loves it, when you sing for him, even if he never says that out loud. His hand would absently comb through your hair, as he reads a book and listens to your sweet melodies. He feels honoured, that he can do so and that you are comfortable enough to do this with him.

He may never say it outloud, but he's impressed by your abilities and even secretly in awe. He feels proud to have such a strong s/o and yet still makes sure you're never in any danger, even when knowing how strong you are. He just loves you too much.

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》Jing Yuan

He knows all about you and your sinister abilities, yet acts fully unaware of it. He doesn't find it as important and usually just avoids it for your sake, mainly because he enjoys seeing how cute and kind you are to him. Your abilities just make you more adorable in his eyes.

He loves to have you sit on his lap in his office, whilst you serenade him with your beautiful tunes and melodies. He doesn't care if it distracts him, in fact, please distract him more if you'd like. If it makes you happy, then he'll gladly ignore all his duties for you.

He's very impressed by your abilities and jokingly asks you, if you've perhaps controlled him into falling in love with you. Not that he'd mind, as he's convinced that he'd always fall in love with you no matter in what way. He also brags about your strength and power to anyone who cares to listen. He's just way too whipped for you.

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》Blade

He enjoys your seemingly calm and serene demeanor, but the sinister layer to your soul is something he may be even addicted to. He loves everything about you and your abilities, which makes him sometimes wonder if you were the one who made him this obsessed with you. Not that he cares nor really believes it. His loyalty and love for you runs deeper, than any ability could replicate.

He won't ever outright say it nor request it directly, but he loves it when you sing for him. He shows it by allowing you to lean against him or letting you lay your head on his lap, whilst he polishes his sword. He likes to close his eyes for a moment during your songs, just to relish in the small moment of peace it gives him.

He's very impressed by your abilities, even if he doesn't let it on. But fighting next to you makes him feel even more powerful and stable. He's proud to have such an extremely powerful s/o at his side and shows his gratitude by protecting you with all he's got, even if you don't need it.

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A/N: I hope this was alright! Thank you again for the request!<33

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[nyashykyunnie]

MY TIME HAS ARRIVED!! Here another simp present from daddy Sung Jin woo.... Ahhhh!! Well my application has the yandere element because I'm addicted to this genre, sorry if it bothers you (you can remove it even though my application would lose meaning) Well then, I'm sorry for my shitty memory and stuff, since I read the manhwa 3 years ago and barely I remember a potato. So, could you make a yandere request Sung Jinwoo where he is slowly falling into his obsession and more as he rises through the ranks as a hunter until almost reaching shadow monarch? You see, the reader was his friend (sorry I'll use the feminine term) She always supported him and gave him love, however behind all those smiles and joy, (Y/N)/Reader had other problems (it's not anguish) Basically it's sung Jinwoo being a big baby trying to protect his beloved from everything hahahaha.... incidentally killing bad people and monsters as well as possessiveness involved. I'm sorry if this bothers you, to compensate I leave a drawing of denji made by me... it's not the best, bye!!

a/n: LET ME TELL YOU HOW I FREAKED OUT WHILE I VISUALIZED YANDERE SUNG JINWOO I WENT WRRRR!!! YANDERE SUNG JINWOO HAS MY HEART I LOVE HIM AS A GREEN BUT A RED FLAG JINWOO????!!!! SIGN ME UP PLEASE!!! I hope you don't mind me using Gn<33 ALSO I LOVE THE LIL ARTWORK THAT CAME WITH THE REQ ITS SO ADORABLE!!!!

Yandere! Sung Jinwoo x Gn! Reader

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

﹢　˖    　✦      ¸ .　﹢　 ° 　¸.    ° ˖ ･ ·̩　　 ｡　☆.     　﹢　˖    　✦      ¸ .

It was enough points when your are a friend. But the fact that you've seen Jinwoo way before he transcended as the Shadow Monarch and the world? Oh his obsession is much more concerning

Unlike the typical yanderes that looses control every once in a while, Jinwoo has great control over his emotions.

His obsession is quiet, as if it was poison.

The stronger he gets, the more manipulative he gets.

Do you notice? No. Of course you dont.

Jinwoo is so nice after all.

The best way to manipulate someone is to make them believe you're harmless.

His way of manipulating you is simple.

Jinwoo makes you rely on him. Solely on Him only.

No one else but him. Just him alone.

Perhaps he purposely puts you in danger. Not really in danger-danger.

Just... Shaking you up a little by letting monsters go your way and he swoops in the moment you're absolutely frightened like the knight in shining armor he is.

He'll comfort you. Cooing at you gently, letting you know he's just there for you.

You're fine...You're fine... Your Jinwoo is here, he'll protect you no matter what.

Don't be scared. He's here. Don't be scared.

He'll use this method. Over and over again until you are paranoid without his presence.

He's the type of obsessive lover that wants you to solely rely on him and him only.

Just him.

You know that he only wants the best for you, right? There, there.

He'l slowly put that venom into you, until you're nothing more than a paranoid, sweet little thing who only seeks to be in his loving arms.

Jinwoo isn't the direct type after all.

He'll just play you like a doll.

You know that he's only doing for you anyway.

It's for your own good.

Oh, but of course he's not only does he manipulate you.

He can be quite jealous too.

Jinwoo isn't vocal about this though. He'll just continously glare at the person who is talking to you.

He'll give them three warnings.

The First Time: He'll let them off

The Second Time: He'll start paying more attention.

The Third Time: They better enjoy their last meal.

After all, they won't be waking up tomorrow anymore

After that, he'll be a bit pouty. He'll be cuddling you gently as his mind goes dark on trying to figure out ways to make people stop approaching you.

He ponders deeply as he held you in his arms

Oh well.

He'll just has to figure that out soon.

#solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo x reader #solo leveling #sung jinwoo #sung jinwoo headcanons #solo leveling headcanons #sung jin woo headcanons #sung jinwoo x gn reader #sung jinwoo hcs

[alexxcxrpse]

A world of imagination

(Fyodor x reader)

Content: Obsessive behavior, angst, fake love, manipulation, blood, murder, Stockholm syndrome

It's been 3 years since you've been working with Fyodor. The demon himself, the demon you are too attached to. You thrived on the missions he gave you, the compliments, the pet names. You absolutely adored this man and for what reason? You adored him because he understood you, better than anyone else could. You fell deeply in love with him the day he found you, he fixed you, he picked you off the ground and turned you into the person you are now.

You are known for having a cold personality, people think of you as someone who's non sentimental and selfish. They say you are Fyodor's twin, or Fyodor's copycat. You didn't mind the names though, they gave you a sense of pleasure and that's all that matters.

Deep down inside, your scared, confused, and lonely. Despite how close you are to Fyodor, it's like he's still out of reach. Constantly going on missions, getting himself hurt, not always acknowledging you. You would spend almost every night in your room crying about how lonely and unloved you are. Sure Fyodor would praise you here and there, but he would always push you away after that. You want more time with him. You want him to acknowledge you more, but you could never have that. The least you could do is just ignore your feelings and do what your told.

"Myshka, your all dirty. I would appreciate it if you didn't leave blood trails on my floor." Fyodor said as he gave you a disappointed look. As usual, he would request you to kill certain people. You would always come back looking like a mess, much to his displeasure.

"Sorry sir. I was in a rush. I-" "Don't worry, I'll have someone clean it up. For now, go clean yourself up." He interrupts while typing away on his computer. He's not even making eye contact with you, that just makes your blood boil. "I stole some documents while I was gone, I thought that you would be interested." You pulled out some documents you stole and set them on his desk. The documents were slightly covered in blood stains, but at least it wasn't a lot. "I also killed them just like you asked me to." You added, hoping that he would respond the way you want. "That's good." Fyodor said plainly as he still types away on his computer.

'Pay attention to me'

"Do you need anything else?" You asked, "No need. You do reek of blood so clean yourself up and move on to the next task." He said. He still isn't looking at you, nor is he calling you by your pet names except "Myshka."

'Look at me'

'Say it'

'Listen to me'

'Love me'

'Love me'

'Love me'

'Love me'

"Myshka, your spacing out again." Fyodor snapped you out of your thoughts. 'Shit' you thought.

"I'm sorry. I'll get going now." Not even looking at him, you turn around and leave as quickly as possible.

After cleaning yourself up and finishing your other tasks. You quickly rush over to Fyodor's room. Once you arrived, you see Fyodor sitting on the couch. His room is pretty big and fancy. You make your way over to Fyodor and curl up in his lap. Fyodor was in the middle of reading a book until you came and laid down on him, he puts down his book with a sigh and gently pats your head.

"That was quick Myshka." He said as he gently pets you, as if you were a cat. You were his pet after all, a pawn for him to use. In return, he gives you love. Your well aware that the affections he was giving you were fake, but you didn't care. You didn't want to anger him about it, it would only resort him into gaslighting you anyway. You let out a short hum and let yourself relax on his lap. This is a routine you guys do, and your addicted to it. Fyodor picks up the book with his free hand and continues to read, but sometimes felt off. His main focus has been on Dazai lately, his greatest enemy. Dazai has been taking Fyodor away from you, and you wanted to kill him. You've offered to kill Dazai so many times for him but he refuses. He wants to deal with him alone, with no help.

You had a burning passion for Dazai, you've always dreamed about ripping him to shreds. You've thought about assassinating him behind Fyodor's back, but that would only resort into punishment. You didn't want to Anger Fyodor, even worse, have him hate you and throw you back onto the streets.

You felt safe and comfortable in his lap. Fyodor however, just feels irritated at the moment. Too busy thinking about Dazai as he puts his book down and stops petting you. Fyodor looks at the window, deep in thought as he only rests his hand on your back. You were curious to what he was thinking about, but you knew better than to ask him and ruin his train of thought.

'Thud'

He pushed you off his lap harshly and got up before leaving the room. Not once did he look back at you, or check if you were ok. The door was slammed shut after he left, leaving you alone by yourself. You sat up and looked at the door like a lost puppy, waiting for its owner to come back. You felt hurt, you hated being pushed away. You quietly sat there as your eyes begin to water, deep in thought as you begin to question yourself.

"Am I not good enough anymore?..."

3 years ago, he told you were good enough. Ever since you became his pawn. You were left with nothing back then, sitting in the rain on the streets with nothing. You were alone, until Fyodor found you. "What's your name, hun?" A voice asked, thick but smooth. You look up to see purple orbs stare into yours. You let out a soft hiccup before saying your name.

"Y/n...I'm Y/n..." You said shyly, you felt nervous. You didn't trust anyone since they did nothing but laugh and leave you alone to rot. "Lovely name. I am Fyodor Dostoevsky. I see your having a bit of trouble, I could help you yknow." What left the man's mouth caught you interest. "What?..."

The man crouched down to your level as his raven hair moved out of his face. He gave you a 'genuine' smile and raised his hand, which startles you. You immediately flinched and thought he was gonna hit you when all of a sudden you feel a gentle pat on your head. It felt strangely comfortable, way too comfortable. "There's no need to be afraid. The servant of God is here to save you." The man said. The smile on his face was unsettling, full of intentions you could not see.

"Come with me, Myshka. Come with me, and you'll be in a world of imagination"

You went with him, followed him, you let him take care of you and you ended up living with him. This "humble" home, was nothing but a prison, a prison you could never leave. You wished for a home, a quiet place, and free will. But you were living in nothing but webs of lies.

#anime #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #fanfic #fyp #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader

[flying-elliska]

Why Nick Nelson in Heartstopper is groundbreaking bisexual representation :

I'm sure most of this has been said by now but I was in the mood for fluff so I did a re-watch and like, bi rep is A BIG THING i want to talk about on this blog so I felt I had to lift this draft out of my graveyard of unfinished meta essays and finally finish it :

Very basic but a male bi character who explicitly calls himself bi and not as a stepping stone to another label ? Still unfortunately too rare

It's an old cliché but for a very long time, bisexual characters were presented as manipulative, mentally unstable, unreliable, two faced, flaky, cagey, hiding something, etc ; often con-artists, addicts, liars, cheaters, if not outright psychopaths. Even the positive characters tend to have a ton of secrets, chameleon abilities, hidden pasts, etc. Nick Nelson, meanwhile, is a human golden retriever. Yes he's a bit confused and he makes mistakes, but it's never not obvious that he's a sweetheart who means well and is trying his best to be a good person. He's so protective and gentle towards Charlie, and you can tell that once he figures his shit out he's going to be a dream boyfriend. Also he's kind of basic and a bit of a dumbass at times ? In the most positive, endearing way possible. He's honest and straightforward and reliable, he's not crafty or tricky or slick, and that's just great.

At it's core it's a story about the butterflies in your stomach feeling of first love, a cute and endearing romance - not a genre you often see bi characters in, who used to be confined to stories about raunchy sexual experimentation, threesomes, etc (As a bi teen it's all I got and honestly it contributed to me not taking my own sexuality seriously for so long) Here there's none of that shock/scandal factor - Nick gets to be a little romantic hero that stands in the rain getting drenched because he is so overcome with feelings, like he's replaying Pride and Prejudice. It's adorable and it's humanizing, like good romance is, flaws seen with empathy, characters allowed to be vulnerable and complex and not some spicy episode of the week.

It's not prudish either like the chemistry between the actors is super believable and also - it's so obvious that they are absolutely delighted to be in each other's presence !!! And honestly more romances, queer or straight, should be like this. Like it should be obvious that the characters are just this absolutely giddy at seeing each other and being close - and that's too rare.

Linked to this, having a bi character in a story aimed at younger teen audiences, that is sweet and non explicit - ofc we still need portrayals of queer sexuality, but unfortunately that's all bi people used to get for the longest time, as something considered intrinsically 'more adult' - and that's bullshit ! there are bi kids who need stories like this !!!! And being bi is about love just as much !!! I'm so glad this show exists !!!! Showing that it's okay to take your time with these things and that even holding hands can be a big deal and that's wonderful !

Also related to this - a lot of the more positive bi representation tends to also sort of become this cliché where they're all these flirty, confident, seductive super badasses, often adventurers or superheroes. (Ok I like those characters and the idea that being bi automatically makes you cool tbh). But it's a lot of pressure. Normal regular boring bis also need representation. Nick's not boring, he's a little star athlete, he's probably the coolest character in the show lmao but he's still a regular kid and that's nice.

Which little baby bi hasn't had those feelings about Keira Knightley and Orlando Bloom in PotC, huh ? Most relatable moment of the show for me lmfao brilliant - that sense of overwhelming 'oh no they're all hot' is bi culture!!!!! yes!!!

His process of figuring out his sexuality is taken seriously !!!! Man this made me cry a little because - yeah, again, most bi characters nowadays, even when they're good rep, they generally have everything figured out because their sexuality is seen as them being more liberated and enlightened and honestly I think that's kind of problematic, even if well meaning ? It trivializes the particular struggles of being bi, like it's just 'gay-lite' and they end up being mentors of gay characters and side characters whose individual stories are easier, more simple/less interesting and honestly I feel like in reality that's anything but true. Nick gets an episode to confirm that yes, he's still into girls and his feelings for girls earlier are not erased by his attraction to Charlie. Bisexual identity doesn't change or disappear depending on who you are with.

that part with the youtuber explaining that bisexuality at first is often an experience of constantly second guessing yourself !! yeah !! that was so real ! I was in that phase for such a long time, and seeing Nick attain a stage of certainty rather quickly was so nice to see - important also to see that his mother has a sort of reflex to tell him he 'doesn't have to say he's into girls' because bisexuality is generally conceptualized as a stepping stone and he explicitly corrects her. It's a big deal ! And that's important because I feel a lot of bi people feel less valid than gay people and that they have to minimize their own experiences/not make a fuss so as not to appropriate/take attention away from 'real queerness' or something. And that has real consequences in terms of self-image and mental health and community support. So yeah, the narrative giving it weight and time is really groundbreaking. It's just treated with such nuance and respect. It's wonderful.

Honestly in general it's very common for bi people to figure out their sexuality at a later age than their gay peers, because having crushes on the opposite gender means you are less likely to question yourself. Nick needing time to figure things out isn't presented as a bad thing, it's Charlie's specific history of being hurt by this before that makes the situation difficult for him. And the fact that it ties into him also realizing he was just going with the flow not really being true to himself - questioning your sexuality can also have a ricochet effect on how you stand in the world and - yeah I just thought the whole thing was so realistic and true to lived experience.

The reason Nick agrees to go on a date with a girl is not because he's two-timing Charlie but simply because he cares too much about her feelings to let her down in front of everyone or because her dog died (and he brings his dog to console her when he goes to let her down !). His main character flaw is that, by virtue of being a popular, athletic jock, he's oblivious to the shittiness of his friends - you get the feeling that he's a sunny, happy guy used to breezing through life, who probably prefers to get along with everyone, and that might have insulated him from certain realities, but he's still a very caring person. And he tells the truth to Charlie and makes it right pretty quickly. It's a very good send off of the trope of the untrustworthy bisexual who was secretly dating a girl the whole time. Meanwhile Ben, one of the bad guys of the story, who was dating a girl and treating Charlie like shit because he hates himself, and could be a bad bi cliché, isn't given a label, which I think was a smart writing choice.

It's just great queer rep in general because it centers queer joy so powerfully, it's sweet without being saccharine - difficult topics are talked about with nuance, it doesn't hide or minimize real hurt and prejudice, but it gives more time and importance to its characters being happy and giddy and in love and having fun, which makes it feel so safe and soothing to watch. Elle's story is another example of this - her specific experiences as a trans girl who recently changed schools are central to her story, but she also gets to be a regular teen girl who has a complicated crush on her best friend and stresses out about making friends at her new school and gets milkshakes and arcade games with her squad. It's great.

And yeah this general celebration of queer friendship and mutual support is super important to a good bisexual representation too - Nick's amazement and relief at seeing Tara and Darcy kissing publicly - like !!! which closeted baby queer hasn't felt that exhilarating sense of possibility and belonging and yearning and awe at seeing other people being gay and in love in public ! That was so wholesome and beautiful - and him being so eager to talk to them afterwards, adorable. Because being openly yourself often has that sort of domino effect on others. Seeing other people doing it, makes it become real for you, too. I think this is also especially important for bi people, because they tend to be more alienated from the queer community as a whole.

So yeah so much love for this show - I've followed the comics for a long time and they are also wonderful, but the show added its own brand of charm and heart, and I'm so happy it exists. It makes me a bit sad too, nostalgic for an experience I never had, because my own experiences were so different, the reality I grew up in as a bi teen was so much meaner and more bigoted and violent and vulgar and lonely, but even if this show is probably not the reality for a lot of baby bis still, it gives me hope we are moving in the right direction. <3

#heartstopper #bisexuality #nick nelson #nick x charlie #bi representation #bi characters

[animeyanderelover]

For Killua and Gon, poly or separate is fine w me. What about a Reader whom they always want or have felt the need to protect, suddenly decided they wanted to learn how to fight so they can go on adventures together but mostly so they can protect them just as fiercely as they do to them? (Meanwhile both boys couldn't fathom how that'll work because Reader is very Kind or soft in personality, but still Darling is very stubborn on wanting to protect them too)

I did the poly edition, I’m in the mood to write for poly.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, overprotective behavior, manipulation

I want to protect you too!

🎣 🪀 Both boys are protective over their darling, especially considering their past. Killua is from a family of famous assassins and paranoid that those people will harm you and Gon has suffered a traumatic experience with the death of Kite which scarred him and made him return also very paranoid and protective. Considering your kind and soft personality, those overprotective traits only multiply. Your kindness and your refreshingly innocent personality is low-key addicting for those two and they've sworn on their lives to keep you away from all the violence and danger in the world. You're too precious and both of them want to keep you safe from a world of terror and death which both of them experienced. They view you as not fitting to ever enter this world.

🎣 🪀 Gon is already delusional, unaware of his obsession. He tends to see himself and Killua as your protectors. Absolutely adores your soft personality and loves to show you the nature he grew up with. Gon is lenient as long as nothing involves potential danger. Killua is more cautious and paranoid which sometimes ends in harmless arguments between the two of them but chances are good that Gon and you can convince Killua to let you do something a bit more adventurous together with Gon. Killua on the other hand is a sucker for darling's softness, it's such a vast difference from all the violent people he ususally finds himself surrounded with, s/o is his little sunshine. He's eating all the kindness and the affection up even if he tries to play it a bit more tough but at the end of the day he adores all the cuddles and kisses.

🎣 🪀 Both of them probably give you an incredulous look when you one day announce that you want to learn how to fight too so you can protect them just as much as they do you. Gon probably laughs it off at first as a joke whilst Killua just stares at you. When you insist that you're not joking though, Gon ends up being majorly confused. You have Killua and him, there's no need for you to fight. Gon doesn't really see the need for you to fight, your personality makes it hard for him to fathom how that should even work since you're the type of person who can't even hurt a fly. He's the one who actively engages in a discussion with you where both of you butt heads for a while since both of you remain stubborn.

🎣 🪀 Killua keeps quiet and just watches as a conflicted expression crosses his face slowly. He's somewhat more reasonable as of now and at one point stops Gon as soon as he realizes that you grow mad. He doesn't want you to be angry with Gon and him. He understands where you're coming from, you might feel somewhat guilty that those two always end up protecting you and fighting for you because you don't know how to defend yourself. You must feel a bit guilty. There is this fear inside of him that one day Gon and him might not be there to protect you so it would be useful in this situation if you would know how to defend yourself. He's paranoid that you'd end up being dragged into the world he doesn't want you to enter though if you'd ever learn how to use Nen and similar to Gon, he just doesn't know how you could fight with your kind heart.

🎣 🪀 Killua talks with Gon about it, aware that his green-haired friend is a tad bit too delusional to really be fine with this idea, Killua himself wavers. The assassin wants to try to respect your wishes somehow though so he really attempts to somewhat get through Gon. It's likely that with some begging and puppy eyes from your side, Gon caves in. That doesn't mean by a long shot that you've done it though. Both boys most likely delay teaching you Nen since they fear that it might be too much of a strain on your body and that you would end up getting involved in things they don't want anywhere near you. They either end up starting with hand-to-hand combat or a weapon and even then they end up being quite overbearing. It's obvious none of them goes really hard as both hold back out of fear to hurt you and as soon as you do get hurt, Gon makes a fuss about it. Gon doesn't really try and Killua struggles immensely to be more serious for your sake.

🎣 🪀 Gon gains most likely the impression that you feel like you're a burden which breaks his heart a bit so he ends up spoiling you with his love. He constantly ensures you that you are everything for him and Killua and slides within his praises constantly his pleas in for you to stop training how to fight. You struggle and it pains him yet you're too stubborn to stop. Killua feels bad for you since both of them are really not that much of help for you yet he doesn't stop Gon since deep inside his heart he also secretly wishes that you don't force yourself so much. Whilst not as vocal, Gon's behavior is infectious so he grows also more clingy and cuddly since the idea of you feeling like a burden is very likely and he doesn't want you to feel that way.

🎣 🪀 Training with them doesn't do much because the moment Killua actually tries to be a bit more serious, his heart either wavers out of fear or Gon stops him and scolds him for trying to go hard on you since he might hurt you. At one point you end up practicing on your own and even then at least one of them watches over you, sometimes even without you knowing. They definitely don't want you to go alone even if you might end up convincing Killua to allow you to be alone at least for a bit. If you don't tell Gon that you want to practice fighting, he's also willing to give you some time alone because otherwise he'd insist to tag along.

🎣 🪀 You might be able to make it through like this although you realize that you're in severe need of a better trainer since your two lovers don't have the courage to go serious on you, they're much more busy fussing over your soft personality. You also realize that it's impossible to keep such a secret away from them though and you're sure they'd be extremely mad if they'd find out that you want to find someone to train them. Not to mention what they might do to the poor soul if they injured you in the process of training you. Unable to lie to them and risk something, you ask them if you can have a teacher who helps you with your training which elicits strong protest from Gon's side and you have the feeling that Killua thinks the same but keeps his thoughts bottled up.

🎣 🪀 If you think that they're already overbearing just wait until you earn your first major injury whilst training because then both of them explode. Gon is absolutely convinced that you shouldn't fight since he doesn't even want to imagine what injuries you might suffer whilst being in a real fight and Killua easily sways in the direction of Gon's belief whenever he sees your injuries and the pain it causes you. Both boys basically breathe down your neck and rarely leave you alone during your recovery and especially Gon babbles you full with his speeches why you shouldn't even fight since you're not fitting to do so. He doesn't mean to hurt you with his words but chances are that he does and Killua ends up explaining that he didn't mean to give you the impression that you're weak yet his heart can't deny that it agrees with Gon's words. You're forbidden to continue your training afterwards.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere gon #yandere gon freecss #yandere killua #yandere killua zoldyck

[ethers-moth]

Autistic people with the same special interests (the two of you) are about to have a field day.

So. Repo! The genetic opera. The magnus archives. The Archival Repo!. The Repo! Archives.

Anyway

Shiloh is developing corruption

- bug collector

- not a full blown avatar but is kind of in the Jonathan Sims position to be influenced by a LOT of them

- feeds on Nathan’s anxiety (she thinks it’s her illness, but it’s more likely just dread that he’s a failure of a parent. He is.) (I love him why is he like that)

- 17 has her say “I always longed for true affection, but you compared me to a corpse”, so when she leaves at the end of the movie that signifies her evolution into an avatar (or rejection of it?) bc she is left with nothing but her bugs. We don’t really know

Nathan is either Slaughter or Hunt

- I definitely am more inclined for hunt for Nathan

- the hunting at the beginning and later when he and Shiloh are on the phone he definitely could do it a lot faster and less dramatically

- he definitely enjoys it is my point

- “thankless job” is also a prime example of his feelings on this job and or its moral implications

- obviously he’s unstable too and that influences jt but he kind of reminds me of Daisy Tonner where he’s over the ethical issue mostly

Luigi is definitely slaughter

- there’s not a really a need for question man is violent and angry I feel like there’s no question he shanks and yells and gets half naked for fun.

- his treatment of the gentern bringing coffee is a great example, he had no reason to freak out other than. Being like that. And also bc he can

- that’s about it actually he feeds on subordinates fear of his unforgiving temper it’s pretty CUT and dry

Pavi is. Hmmm. Flesh??

- I’m stuck on this one, however I think flesh fits best

- his face stealing reminds me of specific serial killer behaviors (usually due to parental issues) that involve using others body parts, usually skin (Ed Gein with his skin suit of his mother I think??) though I think his environment is part of why the face thing is a little less wrong in canon. Idk he’s a fucking FREAK okay

- also we never see his actual face so I feel an argument that it’s tied with dysmorphia isn’t unreasonable

- Pavi feeds off of adoration (even if it’s fake) from the Genterns as well as the fear of having your face skinned

- seriously what is wrong with him

- with the Genterns his boisting of “ask a gentern who they prefer” and overtly unacceptable sexual behavior (“my brother and sister should fuck”) feel like someone who wants validation and attention even if it’s not positive attention

Amber is Flesh too

- I think for a different reason from Pavi, she doesn’t have “inferiority” Dysmorphia that I think he has

- instead, I think Ambers behaviors are “superiority” dysmorphia (both terms I made up)

- in Ambers case she’s changing her appearance to cope with a shifting sense of self and strive for perfection caused by her notoriety and never being told no

- Amber feeds off of being desired and seen and is one of the most famous people in the known canon universe, but her blatant jealousy of Mag really depicts her motivation for perfection

- she also feeds herself to graverobber for drugs (deleted song ‘try my new parts’) I don’t care how good their surgical techniques are nobody is healing their hole that fast without hurting themselves somehow

- basically if Pavi is MAG 90 Amber is MAGP 2

Graverobber is End or Buried

- the end is for obvious reasons with corpse robbing and his lack of fear or caution around death @brainvomitintheparkinglot ‘s idea

- for buried, he’s literally a crack dealer

- he basically feeds the entire cities drug supply (trapping them in addiction that is hard to escape)

- the web usually deals with addiction but I don’t think he has manipulative or controlling motivation, he just works the system against other people

(Rottis corporation supplying everyone is the web, graverobber is a chunk of dust caught in it)

- as shown with Amber, he wont supply without money either, hypothetically pushing his clients into further debt (esp if they have geneco loans) AND addiction

- graverobber feeds off of the metaphorical suffocating nature of debt and addiction as mentioned, and well as literal suffocation

- following the drug thread, I will be treating zydrate like Heroin, in the idea it can be a powder or liquid (even though we only see it as a liquid in canon)

- like most painkilling drugs it can be assumed zydrate can induce vomit and therefore asphyxiation OR in the case of a powder that is inhaled, generally that isn’t optimal for breathing

- also graverobber is probably covered in corpse dust and like. Anthrax

Rotti is web (again, thank you @brainvomitintheparkinglot)

- his company owns the entire city (corporatocrocy)

- he literally controls everyone, his money controls his fucked up kids, and the entire system is his

- the rift with Shiloh and Nathan was organized by Rotti, and I feel like Ambers problem with Mag is somehow his fault too

- as far as I know, Mags blindness is never canonically explained, Rotti could easily be responsible like he was with Marni

- Rotti feeds off the obvious, control over everyone. He also is disappointed his kids found ways around his authority, and yet they’re STILL in his web (addicts and also fucked in the head bc of the circumstances he raised them in)

Mag is. The eye

- yeah. This one is the most direct

- I have a headcanon that she can see through cameras (how she found Shiloh) and how she seems to know all about what is happening in Shilohs life

- mag is both a victim and an avatar of the eye, she sees everything going on around her with the people she loves, but all eyes are always on her, trapping her where she is.

- literally had to do a Melanie king except she didn’t escape, the web and the eye often work in opposition in TMA while also being quite similar, she and Rotti much the same.

- “take these eyes I’d rather be blind” is an inadvertent argument with Rottis control of the web, he kills her for it

Lastly, Marni is either End or Desolation

- she’s not actually present in the film

- End is bc she died and yet is still so so important to the plot

-desolation is bc her actions are kind of why everyone in the story has issues

I could make a whole separate post on Rottis fucked up crack zydrate addicted kids

#repo! the genetic opera #repo!tgo #TMA #the magnus archives #r!tgo #tma entities #smirkes 14 #tma au #is this actuslly an AU this could have happened in canon