#thank you for the kind message btw :o)

[neonovember]

Oh my GOD oh my for okay though that new fic you wrote with Carmy? 12/10 chefs kiss mwah mwah MWAH!! 💕💕💕 That part with Carmy going ballistic and beating the shit out of that asshole customer I LOVED it!! Now it’s got me thinking of Carmen going absolutely feral, just insane if he’s in the kitchen cooking and calling orders, while you’re out front taking orders from customers. He and the rest of the kitchen just go silent and stop in their tracks when they hear a guy just screaming at the top of his lungs at you, using the absolute most vile words against you and Carmen just sees red, especially if whoever it is ups and yells something along the lines of “You stupid fucking whore-“ and Carmen’s just a blur as he POUNCES on this guy. (Richie’s either cheering him on or trying with all his strength to claw Carmen off before he straight up kills the guy)

Office Doors

Oooh you guys are spoiling me rotten with these requests…I love a good feral fic every once in a while and this one was..well you'll know what i'm talking about once you've read it ;) I haven't written Carmen in a day and I miss him already, school has been up my ass so if you have sent me a request, don't worry it's being written, and re-written and-. Thank you anon for getting my gears going and your lovely messages 🥰🥺 ur support means the world

warnings: swearing, objectification and misogyny, angst, oral (f recieving), smut, thigh riding (?), porn with plot, feral!carmen

carmen berzatto x reader!

(This is totally and completely canon btw)

You stretch your body across the diner tables, dipping a dirty cloth into lukewarm soapy water before rinsing it out. The lunch rush had just slowed to a even pace, the sound of Carmen yelling out dishes from his line finally quieting down.

You have just a little time to spare, and you spent that time quickly wiping down the Beef’s tables that had begun to accumulate a few too many stains and unfinished crumbs of bread.

You had grown up in a home that was always messy, all the time. And no matter how much times you had asked, and no matter how much times you had just done the chores themselves, the clutter of dirty dishes and old wet clothes in the laundry had permanently been embedded into your family home.

It’s partially why you had loved the sterile laboratory of you culinary kitchens. Clutter caused your skin to itch with anxiety, it made you feel dirty, and with the way you scrub the diner tables a little too hard you wonder if it's another one of the many joy’s your family had given you.

And whilst the Beef was so different from your environment back in culinary school, it wasn’t necessarily worse. In fact, you had grown to fall in love with the quirks of the kitchen, the ‘fuck you carmen’ napkin holder, the too small walkway, the framed pictures of beloved regulars and the staff’s families. Most of all, however, was the family you had built here, the kind you couldn't find working under a domineering CDC.

The kind that had always been waiting for you, been planted deep into the earth like roots.

Besides, you and Carmen had bonded together during the late nights after most of the family had gone home. Were you both were left, scrubbing the floor together in a rhythmic silence that seemed to be more therapeutic than work.

You’ve nearly finished wiping down the last of the stools perched against the counter top of the front when a loud guffawing causes you to break your trance-like state.

Jovial yelling breaks into the rarely quiet restaurant as the door swings open, and a stream of rowdy men dressed in pullovers and fleece jackets, with scarves and basketball hats of distinct sport team colours wrapped around their necks.

One man is fully decked out, sporting the jersey and beanie of what seemed to be a hockey team. The boom of his voice indicates he was the loudest too, unaware of the grumble of patrons around the restaurant that had grown annoyed at the man's violent rambling.

You breath out a sigh, finishing off wiping down the bar stools and putting the bucket of dirty water under the front counter. Before ironing out any creases in your apron and preparing yourself for the absolute headache this would cause.

They were a familiar bunch, usually coming in after games late after the dinner rush. It seemed there was a game during the early morning, as they grumble about not having anything to eat the entire day.

Their loud and annoying and swear too much and Carmen hates the way one of them looks at you but they order a shit ton of food and fuck if the bear needs money, what can you say.

Your eyes glance at a cup of coffee Richie had accidently left under the register, and you suddenly crave your afternoon pick me up well after the afternoon. The men begin walking up to the register, ignoring your polite greeting and going straight into listing off items from the menu as if you were a machine. You nod along all the words they were saying, and soon enough you give up on writing it down as they’ve practically ordered the entire menu safe for a few appetiser's. 

“Make it quick, yeah? We’re bloody starving '' One of the men calls out from his seated position in one of the booths and you give them a tight lipped smile, resisting the urge to throw that coffee mug at him. 

Carmen peeks his head from the entryway leading to the kitchen, his unruly ashy blonde curls falling to the sides as he shares a look with you,  as if to say ‘you alright? And you nod in that unspoken way the two of you have and tell him that you can handle it. Working in a kitchen didn't have to teach you how to deal with assholes, you had your family to thank for that one again.

You hear the familiar sound of Carmen shouting out orders, and the sizzle of pans and boiling pots increase in order to push out the lengthy order before more foot traffic would pour in. 

You’re trying to fix the register when it happens, something gets caught in the old janky machine, causing the cash drawer to get stuck as you have to hit its sides at a certain angle to get it to open up again. Years and Carmen refuses to get it fixed, or buy a new one all together, resorting to having it taped up and banged every couple hours to get it working again.

You almost don’t see him, until he is leaning against the counter, into the space between the cash register and you, a greasy smile pulling at his features and he watches you. You bite back a grimace at the way his eyes trail down your apron, fixated on the dip of skin that peeks from the top of your shirt.

“Something you need Sir?” You ask politely, taking a tentative step back, your hand gripping the edge of the counter.

The man smiles strangely at your comment, cocking his head to the side before replying suggestively

“I definitely want something”

You cough, biting back your knee-jerk response to hurl at him, you can feel the burn of embarrassment against your cheeks and you swallow as you try to reply with a steady response.

“You’re food will be out in a short-while-” 

“You know, I think I’ve seen you around here, are you new to town?” The man tries to strike up a conversation

“Came here a few years ago and haven’t left since” You reply with a tight smile

“Ah! I know where you're from exactly now” The man replies with a grin that pulls his face upwards, it's eerie, his smile, like he knows something he shouldn't.

“There’s this porn star online, looks exactly like you, it’s kind of insane” The man replies with a smile that deepens as you stammer

You feel humiliated as you stare back at him, you don’t know what to say, and his eyes continue trailing down your body in a way that makes you feel disgustingly objectified. He’s reduced you to an object for him to gawk at, and you see the way the men behind him jeer and laugh that this is all a play to intimidate you.

You want to run straight home and scrub yourself clean, wash away the feeling of his imprinted gaze down the drain.

“You think we can recreate one of her videos when you get off work here?” The man replies, a glint in his eyes.

“What? You- you” You stammer and he breaks out into a laugh

“Awh, look at her, fucking shaking. Don’t tell me this is your first time?” The man eggs on to his friends, who have begun laughing and cheering him on.

You grit your teeth, trying to get the words out as you glance towards the kitchen, where was he? He leg twitches in want, wanting to get Carmen, wanting to run from the restaurants, wanting to run from the embarrassment and disgust you felt.

The flashes of Richie and Syd passing by is all you can see, the booming voice of Carmen being too wrapped up in the orders to notice what was happening.

“C'mon, just give me your number” The man presses on, leaning in so that only you can hear “It isn't like I don't know where you work” Before he leans back, muttering a halfhearted kidding under his breath

“You are disgusting” You spit out, trying to sound as confident as you can, and the mans eyebrow twitches, and he cocks his head like he was confused.

“What? I’m doing you a favour here, I'm actually a nice guy you know? Not one of those assholes on the street” The man scoffs, moving closer towards you and you have a feeling the man is waiting for a reason to lunge at you.

“Just, just take your food and your buddies and go alright? There doesn’t have to be a fight or-or” You continue, trying to de-escalate the situation and get him to just leave you the fuck alone.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m doing you a fucking favour and now your kicking me out?” The man begins to get heated, and his friends behind him watch on in silence, you can notice other customers begin to look your way, sensing the rising anger filling the room. You slowly step back, looking for something to shield yourself in case he comes at you.

“What, you think because you work you have some- some what, control? I don't think you know how this works doll, you give me your number, and I dump my load in you because your nothing but a stupid fucking whore” The man bellow, it’s so loud that it echoes through the Beef, that it reaches even the kitchen sinks where Manny is washing up. 

The man’s face grows red as the veins near his neck begin to pop out, he emphasises the last word, spitting it out like that was all you were.

The restaurant goes silent as the man heaves in exertion, the sound of Carmen shooting out orders is mute now, the slice of steel against bamboo stops, and the bear is fucking quite for the first time since it opened. 

Your body is pushed against the wall, near the swinging doors into the Kitchen, and you can see Carmen back to you, he has stopped cutting at his station, and the outline of muscle contracts under his white shirt.

Carmen turns, slowly, he turns to the family, as they all momentarily stop their tasks in shock at what they had just heard. He begins to chuckle a little to himself, as he replies in a quiet voice you and the man can still hear.

“What did he just say?” 

“Did he really say that? Did he really?” Carmen laughs to himself, nodding and gripping his hands into tight fists as the restaurant air gets thin. The man who had been screaming at you looks towards Carmen in confused fear, not knowing why this man was laughing and yet understanding he had completely fucked up.

The rest of the patrons can hear Carmen’s words, eyes widening, as they realise they were about to be collateral to a very one sided beat down. The crew looked at Carmen in silence, they had been used to Carmen's hot-headed temper, his bursts of anger that was more passion than rage. But this? This quiet silence of Carmen’s words, the way his chest heaves as you glances at your frightened position against the wall? They genuinely feared what he would do next, a silent rage like no other begins to envelop the restaurant, the air thin and suffocating as Carmen begins to walk through the kitchen and into the front counter.

“Don’t call an ambulance this time” Carmen mutters to Richie as he passes him by, Carmen’s eyes are fixed on you, trailing down your body before fixating on the shake of your hands. Carmen knows you well, and it’s the clench of your throat, like you're suffocating, like you can’t breath that snaps something in Carmen.

A malevolence Carmen has never felt spills into his gut, the burn of anger spreading against his chest until hes practically shaking with it, he is filled with this heart ache, like his heart is split in two and gushing as he realises his been cutting fucking chives whilst you nearly died. 

And something predatory fills Carmen, like he must prove to himself he can protect you, and in one swift move, like muscle memory etched into his bones, Carmen jumps over the front counter and swings his fist in one clean motion, knocking the man across the room.

The man’s body crumbles as he slams into the hardwood floor of the Beef, the immediate groan of twisted pain and pleads leave the man's mouth and Carmen is just so sick of his goddamn voice. 

It all went quiet then, the noise of Sydney yelling, of his friends, of the man’s heaving wet coughs, the air conditioner, all white noise. Carmen’s hand reaches for his ankle, dragging him back from his crawling escape.

“Oh, no no no, we’re not escaping now are we?” Carmen grunts, his voice lower than it usually is.

Carmen  wraps an arm around his throat, holding him there as he brings down his fist across his face. The wet sound of bones crunching into muscle and skin go on forever, bouncing across the room until the throaty heave of the man is all that is left of him. Carmen cannot stop the swing of his fists, something possesses him and as one of the men in hockey colours tries to grab Carmen arm he throws him back into the stack of barstool's piled near the tables. He is facing his back to you again, and you state, fixated on how his body moves to support him, the contracts and outline of his strong back, his large forearms that break bone with a mere swing.

His face swollen beyond recognition, piss and blood leaking from him, eyes bloodshot and awry. 

Carmen picks him up by his collar, the smudge of blood dripping down and staining his vest, whispering into his ear as the man’s eyes widen in harrowed fear.

“Apologise”

“..Whatnhn?” The man mumbles, the feel of his tongue swelling up and going numb, Carmen presses a hand against the man's bruised stomach, pushing  against the broken bone of his ribs until the Man wails in agony. 

“Apologise to her or I swear to god I’m breaking your fucking legs” 

The man spits out an apology, but you’re not looking at him, staring transfixed at Carmen,  at the way he’s golden curls fall across his eyebrows, at the way his muscles flex against his white shirt, at the way droplets of blood are splattered across the skin of his jaw. Carmen looks towards you, and something dark takes over his cerulean blues, blowing them out.

“Do you accept? Huh honey?”

You nod, letting an exhale out and Carmen tosses the man to a pile on the floor, reaching for your hand and dragging you to the office, you can hear the scatter of shoes as the men drag their friend out of the beef, and the crew looks towards each other in satisfaction, but also in knowing, in knowing they wouldn't dare open those office doors.

The soft glow of the office is a stark difference to the bright light of the front counter, and you have to blink a couple times for your eyes to adjust, and when you do Carmen’s face is inches from you, leaning you against the office doors, his arm above your head.

The soft glow of the office is a stark difference to the bright light of the front counter, and you have to blink a couple times for your eyes to adjust, and when you do Carmen’s face is inches from you, leaning you against the office doors, his arm above your head.

“You didn't- didn’t have to” You mumble, your voice caught in your throat for a different reason.

Carmen looks down at you, shaking his head in amusement

“Don’t lie to me, you enjoyed that more than I did” Carmen whispers, leaning down near your ear, pressing his nose against the curve of your neck.

You let out a breathless sigh, and Carmen groans as he smells that familiar  vanilla always hinted on your skin Carmen could smell when you passed by you. Now, now, he can practically taste it right on his tongue.

The truth was, you did enjoy it, despite being non confrontational and cringing every time Richie would show you a fight where the crunch of bone on gravel makes you shudder, you were transfixed by Carmen. 

By the way he broke the man to a heaving mess with just his fuckinf fists, those same arms that are edging closer and closer to you, how would they feel between your thighs? The thought wraps itself tight in your belly, and you have to squeeze your thighs for friction.

No one had done that to you, no one had done that for you, and in a strange way it felt nice to be protected. To be wanted, and it causes a need to start building deep within you. 

Carmen's eyes fall to you, and his eyebrow twitches as a look of guilt washes over his features.

“I should’ve been there, I- fuck, did he do anything? Let me get a look at you” Carmen replies softly, grabbing your wrists to look for any bruises he feared you had.

“I’m fine, just a little, uhm, shaken up you know? Said some pretty horrible things” You reply, scratching at your neck as your mind replays the way he had reduced you to a thing.

Carmen shakes his head, his teeth grinding as he grips his fists, his biceps flexing. 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that, deal with people like fucking him, I swear to god if I find him on the street I’m gonna-“

“Gonna what? Finish off the job? There is always going to be guys like him, that isn’t going to change, and it’s something I have to deal with. But what I can’t deal with is if you get yourself thrown into a jail cell because of-of me” You reply, shaking your head and Carmen looks at you like he’s in love.

Gripping a hand to your chin, Carmen raises it so that you catch the burn of his cerulean blues as you can see.

“And That would be an honourable death for me” Carmen mutters, and you can’t take your eyes off him, until you're gripping his blood stain shirt tight against your chest until the suppression groans leaving his mouth are kissed into your neck.

You want him, want to taste him on your tongue, want to feel his weight against it. 

“Fuckin come here” Carmen groans out, reaching to wrap his hand around your jaw as he presses his lips against your own. The muffled of your moans escape your lips and Carmen slips his tongue between them. 

His pillowy soft lips wrap around your own, his nose bumping into your cheek as he wraps an arm around your back, pushing you against the office doors. It’s all teeth and tongue, the clash of teeth and muffled groans leaving the both of you. 

The suppression of both your desires falling between you two until you don’t stop to come up for air. 

It’s addicting the way he kisses you, and you have to grip his shoulder as an anchor as he begins to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin there before dipping down to your clavicle. 

You let out a moan as he blows cold air against the dip of your breasts, and Carmen looks down at you, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you shiver, waiting for him to give you what you want.

Carmen rips open your shirt, his eyes trailing across the curve and dip of your breasts, he mutters something under his breath, something like “beautiful” as his finger trailing the lace before unclipping it and tossing it behind him. 

Carmen cups one of your breasts, circling your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, you arch your back to him, and he follows it until he rests and your hip, squeezing the skin there as his eyes roll back at the taste of you.

“Please..” You groan out, your eyes watching the way Carmen pressing soft circles into your skin, he looks up at you in confusion, the hint of a smile curving at his lips.

“Please what?” Carmen replies, sucking bruises beneath your tits, drawing it out on purpose, having too much fun watching you suffer.

“Nmfha” You mumble incoherently when Carmen flicks his tongue around your nipple, whilst squeezing the other in his cold hands.

“I can’t hear you, what do you want?” Carmen replies with a hint of a moan, he’s having trouble himself, bucking his hips up into you as he watches the way you shake from his lips

“Wanna feel you Carm, wanna taste you” You groan out with a moan, Carmen grunts at your response, his eyes growing dark and heavy, and in one swift move, he hoist you up and swipes the coffee mugs and papers left scattered across his desk before placing you on the edge.

You spread your thighs, making room for him and he steps between them. 

“You wanna feel me sweet girl? You want me to take care of you? Please let me take care of you” Carmen pleads, rutting up against you as he tries to suppress the want pressing tight against his jeans.

“Carm” you groan out as Carmen tugs your jeans down leaving you in your lace underwear that Carmen grinds his jaw at, you don’t realise it but Carmen blue apron is discarded somewhere in the room, and as he carries you towards the coach you tug at his white shirt. 

He rips it off him in one move, and you drag your fingers across the deep of defined muscle that flexes under your touch.

Carmen moves your thighs so that you're pushed towards the edge of the couch, and he kneels between you, pressing a soft kiss to your knee, before trailing up your thighs. Carmen had been teasing you before but now there is a frantic eagerness in the way he touches you, like if he doesn’t taste you on his tongue he might combust.

Carmen hooks a finger into your underwear,pulling them down until you were bare for him. Carmen’s eyes glisten as he states at you, naked under him and sweating. God the image imprints in his mind and he wishes he can stay here forever.

Carmen presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, and your thighs shake in need, Carmen flicks his eyes up to you, and keeps eye contact, as he licks one long strip across your folds, closing his eyes and he groans at the taste of you. You contort you back at the pleasure the waves through you, eyes rolling back at the pressure of his tongue sucking your clit.

“Fucking- taste so” Carmen mumbles, before dipping his tongue between your folds, dragging it up and down, the sound of your heightened moans ripping through him. 

Dipping his tongue in your hole, Carmen pushes a finger between your thighs, presses soft circles around your clit as his tongue works your folds. Your thighs shake around the curls of his head and he pushes a hand down at your stomach to stop you from moving, making you take every wave of pleasure he pulls from you.

“Carm, please, they’re going to hear us” You groan out, and Carmen shakes his head, causing his tongue to drive deeper into you, before looking up at you, 

“Let them” 

Carmen stretches you out with his tongue, pushing it into you and out until your heaving, his thumb is pressed against your clit, and he pushes a finger into you before sucking onto your bud. 

You begin to see flashes of stars, as he thrusts a finger into your hole whilst sucking you, he scissors you open, curving his finger in a way that hits a particular spot that has you raising your hips, trying to pull yourself off of him, the white hot burn of pleasure getting too much.

“There baby? Right there?” Carmen groans out, thrusting his finger to hit that spot over and over

Carmen grips your hips, pushing you down, deeper, harder onto his mouth and fingers, pressing a second digit into you as he curves it to pull that sweet moan from your lips.

Carmen had many names, but his favourite was the broken syllabus of his own between your lips when you fell apart on his tongue.

“S’ close, so close Carmy, please” You babble out, before resigning yourself to the burn of pleasure the feels like fucking nirvana, it’s all around you, Carmen, this pleasure, it’s all you can taste.

“I know baby, I know, I’m going to take care of you okay, sweet girl?” Carmen groans, thrusting his hips into the floor, searching for friction as he watches the way your eyes roll back.

Carmen laps at your core, pushing the digits deeper, curving them upwards until you were screaming, he pushes your face down to look at him, he wants to see your face as you fall apart, and the coil that has begun to wrap itself tight snaps when he nibbles at your over sensitive clit and you see the way his dark eyes watch you, his eyebrows furrowed and your slick coats his chin.

You can’t feel anything but the white hot pleasure that rocks through you, you aren’t in your body, floating away in the pure saccharine pleasure of Carmen’s tongue and he laps at the pleasure dripping between your folds. 

You mumble incoherent words, the only thing leaving your lips is Carmen’s name as you babble, spit dripping from your open mouth as you're left in a heap, Carmen leaving you dumb.

Carmen works you through your release, licking and sucking at your sweet slick that he gathers on his tongue. You see the way he thrusts into the carpet, trying to find friction as the scene in front of him becomes too much.

The thought splits something within you, seeing how Carmen got off to getting you off was out of this world, causing the pleasure to start building in your core again. 

You drag Carmen up to meet your lips, and then push his tongue between your lips, causing you to taste him on your tongue. Carmen pushes his finger between his lips, sucking on the shine of slick coated there, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you grind your hips against him. 

He pushes his digits into your mouth, groaning at the way you suck on them eagerly. You push him to lean his back against the coach, before manoeuvring your hips to straddle him.

You rock your hips against his jeans, feeling the way the indent pushes and bumps against your core, Carmen throws his head back, his curls falling over his forehead and he grabs your hips, pushing you deeper, down down down until he is thrusting up into you.

You grip his shoulders raising your hips before pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. Carmen forces himself to look down at you, his gaze watching the way you tug at his length, swiping a thumb across the red tip, dragging pre cum down the thick girth of him.

Carmen groans out, gripping your hips tight, and you raise up, lining yourself perfectly before sinking down on him.

Carmen’s groans are beautiful, rumbling from his chests as he squeezes his eyes shut, you fit so perfectly around him, the heat and warmth and slick of you wrapped tight around his cock. His length is thick and girth, and you have to adjust to his size, moaning at the way he fills you up just right.

As you begin to move, Carmen presses a hand, begging for you to wait

“Just, one second, fuck you feel so good I might cum from one thrust” 

“Who says this is a one time thing?” You reply with a wicked smile, and Carmen groans loud at that.

You raise your hips, dragging your self on him before sliding down, your grind against him and he heaves in the pleasure of your tightness around him. 

It had been so long, and the feeling of you is almost too much. 

You struggle to raise your hips high enough, and Carmen wraps his hands tight around your hips before raising you himself, driving himself up into you and thrusting hard.

This new angle allows him to go deeper, and you meet his upward thrusts, groaning out as he fucks you dumb. You look gorgeous above him, the way your tits bounce with every thrust up has him hard all over again.

“Just like that baby girl, keep going, doing so fucking well, my baby” Carmen groans out, and you begin to shake at the combination of his praise the the feeling of his cock driving into you impossibly deep.

You want to make him feel good and you say this to him, causing his eyes to roll back when you squeeze yourself around him, hard, until his thrusts have to drive into you even harder.

The coach freaks loudly from Carmen’s pace, and he slams you down, positioning his cock deep into you, causing you to press half circles into your shoulder, scratching at his biceps and gripping the nape of his hair that causes him to rumble out your moaned name.

You can feel him getting close, his thrust growing sloppy and deep, you tighten around him, and his eyes are in a trance, watching the way you fit around him so perfectly.

Carmen moves to fold himself upright against you, and your eyes roll back to your head as you feel yourself climb up a familiar peak.

Carmen presses a hard kiss against your lips as you groan out, and as he slips a hand into your conjoined bodies, circling your clit you have to shove your fist into your hand to stop from screaming.

The feel of Carmen’s length driving into you and the sound of his ragged moans, mixed with the over stimulation against your clit, you can’t help but fall apart around his cock.

You squeeze yourself tight around Carmen, and he cries out, his thrusts growing slow as he joins you over the cliff, his cock thrusting up into you with spasms. His cheeks are a blush red, his tongue poking out as he follows both of your orgasms.

You fall against his chest, exhausted, pressing your cheek so that it rested against the hard muscle of his pecs. You swallow back a breath, gripping your hand around Carmen’s, as he brings it up to place a soft kiss. 

Your thighs are still shaking from stimulation, and Carmen caresses a hand across them, rubbing soft circles and you lay across his chest.

You stay like this for a moment, basking in the bliss of pleasure and sex and the soft curves and dips of your bodies.

After a bit, Carmen has to slip his out cock from your thighs, eyes fixated on the way your ecstasy mixed with his one drips down your thighs.

“Fucking gorgeous” Carmen replies, and you look up at him in surprise

“What? You don’t think I'll find you gorgeous after this?” Carmen smiles down at your flustered state, he brushes back the sweat and tears dripping down your cheeks.

“That was..you are. Well fuck, Carmen, why didn’t this happen sooner?” You reply, he manoeuvres you so that your legs lay across his thighs.

“Yeah, uh, we’ll I’ve got a whole bucket of shit you don’t want dragging you down” Carmen replies scratching his neck, suddenly more shy as he lay his heart bare to you.

“Yeah, we’ll you gave me no choice when you practically murdered that man” You reply, biting back a smile, as you press soft circles around his thumb.

“Should’ve fucking murdered him…”

“What happens now?” Carmen replies, looking at you nervous that this was you just scratching an itch, because he was head over heels in love with you and he would never recover

“God Carmen, you didn’t realise I’m in love with you already?” You reply with a smile, “Practically the entire restaurant does” 

Carmen looks up at you in wonder, his eyebrows furrowing as your words hit him hard. You loved him? You loved him. He wants you to repeat it a hundred times, he wants to hear your tongue say those words to him again.

“You are incomparable” Carmen mutters under his breath, before wrapping you tight against his chest, pressing a kiss that feels different now, less crazed and rushed and fueled by heated passion. It was new, it felt like a start of something.

“You think they’re okay out there?” You reply with a start.

“Hell no” Carmen replies, and you can’t help but laugh as you push your head through a shirt Carmen had passed to you.

You and Carm may have just confessed your love to one another, but you still had a goddamn restaurant to run.

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[sweet-honey-fruit]

I saw you were asking for a request so I thought of something. What would the harbingers (Dottore, Pantalone, Tartaglia, Capitano, Arlecchino) do if someone hurt they're s/o to get information about them? Have a nice day btw :D

This this THIS! I’m a sucker for these kinds of things. It’s definitely a guilty pleasure of mine with these scenarios. Thank you for this, I had a lot of fun writing it!

Harbingers With Hurt S/O

Warnings: Violence, mentions/descriptions of torture and death, use of pet names, possibly OOC Capitano cause there’s literally little to no information about him, spoilers for Fatui Harbingers lore

Arlecchino

She doesn’t want to admit how badly her heart ached when she saw you walk in battered in wounds and bruises. Yet you still greeted her with a bright smile.

All she did was stare at you with a blank look on her face, wrapping her arms around you and giving you a kiss on the top of your head

You held a special place in her heart, so seeing you like this raised an unbelievable amount of worry and anger, but she wouldn’t let you see that

Her voice came out in a hushed whisper, swaying you back and forth slightly, “Tell me my beloved, what has happened to you?”

You’re hesitant, of course. You know how she can get, especially when it comes to you

But you especially know how she gets when you’re not upfront and honest with her

“Treasure Hoarders wanted information about the whereabouts of the delusion factory,” The moment the words leave your mouth, she brought you closer to her before letting go

Her face is stone cold, but you can practically feel the infuriation radiating off of her like a waterfall

It leaves you shaking a little bit, and you’re not even the one she’s livid at

She sends you to Dottore to get patched up, making sure to not-so-subtly threaten him to keep you safe and to not turn you into one of his experiments

She’s using these circumstances as a training exercise for some of her children in the House of the Hearth to gather information

Once she has the information she needs, you better believe she’s going absolutely batshit crazy

And I’m talking about leaving the Treasure Hoarders mangled bodies at other Treasure Hoarder camps to send a message

That message being that if they touch you again, she’ll make sure every single one of them will perish by her hands personally

Capitano

He’s not the type of man that pays attention to those that he deems weaker than him

He doesn’t find them worthy enough for his time

Yet when one of his Fatui subordinates delivered him the news that you’ve been captured and tortured by a group of Nabushi in Inazuma-

Well, he could make this one exception, couldn’t he?

He’ll seek to hunt them down himself

He wants them to understand the mistake they did for touching the only person he has deemed worthy for his endless time and attention

For every mark that was bestowed upon you, he will make sure he doubles it both in numbers and in pain

He won’t outright kill them, he wants to get back home to you as soon as possible

But we will leave them barely conscious

Surely the Rifthounds can take care of them. They gotta eat too after all.

He’s grinning the whole time he walks away

Hearing them scream for him to save them as the Rifthounds bite away at their flesh

For anyone else the sickening sounds of tearing flesh and blood curdling screams would be enough to show mercy

But to him it’s music to his ears

Maybe next time they would think twice before using you to get information

Dottore

He’s cackling to himself when he found out

The poor subordinates that informed him are quivering and praying to The Tsaritsa that they won’t feel his wrath

Cause this man is insane, but in that moment, that is the most insane he has ever been

Thankfully The Tsaritsa seemed to answer their prayers cause he dismisses them to bring you to him

Although one managed to climb up the list to be his next test subject when they declare that you’re being seen by a Sneznayan doctor so it “might not be a good time”

He snaps out a “I’ll treat them myself, your lucky my priority lies with them right now, otherwise I’d already have your flesh ripped away and replaced with metal”

He makes a mental note to do it later, for when you’re escorted in, he’s furtively seething

Littered in cuts and bruises, a deep cut slashed along your side, and lightning shaped scars surrounding it

He has a good idea who did it already, and why it was done

As he’s treating you, he’s tracing along the lightning scars, letting out a small hum

“My dear, tell me, what exactly happened.”

This man intimidates you from his voice alone, and you can’t even form the words to speak

Even though he knows, he wants to hear you say it, to just confirm that his anger is justified

Not that he cares on rather it is or isn’t, but his superiors certainly do

He can sense your timidness which makes him grin. He finds it so cute, but now is hardly the time to be having those thoughts

He reassures you that it’s okay, you can tell him. He’ll make it all go away. He’ll make them go away. Just tell him, he’s there for you.

And you do tell him in a hoarse voice, and he finds it pitiful.

Some Dancing Thunder Kairagi thinking that they’re entitled enough to put a hand on you, just because they believed you would tell them the Fatui’s plans

He doesn’t say anything after that, staying uncharacteristically quiet. Which is more daunting to you than if he were to spill out threats

He continues to treat you in silence. And once he’s done he’s escorting you back to your shared bedroom within the palace.

After, he’s having some of his subordinates fetch the ones that hurt you. When they are brought in, well, let the experiments commence

He’s certainly enjoying hearing them scream in agony as he tests out the effects of having multiple delusions. Hearing them beg, and plead for him to stop. But he doesn’t. He’s sure you did the same thing. Pleading them to just let you go. They didn’t stop till some Fatui Skirmisher’s stepped in, so why should he? But there wont be any Skirmisher’s saving them.

He’s making sure they suffer for a long, long time

Pantalone

“Oh, how pitiful” he states as he walks into Dottore’s lab

He’s been told that you’ve been sent there after having a— rough encounter, to put it lightly— with a few Shogunate soldiers

He saw the pure exhaustion on your face, and yet he still maintained a smile

“I can see you were determined to give it your all. But do not worry sweetheart, for I will fill in and give it my all for you.”

He won’t only hurt the Shogunate soldiers indirectly, oh no. He’ll hurt the whole Shogunate army.

Slowly, he would cut off their money supply through the Northland Bank (don’t ask how that works, I don’t know myself but for the sake of this, it works). I mean, you can’t do anything without the very thing that gives you the pathway to do anything in the first place, right?

He’ll watch from the shadows as the Shogunate army is scrambling for funds, and ultimately scrambling to regain power

It would take a meeting with Kujou Sara in order to settle things. His only request was that the Shogunate stays out of the Fatui’s business, and most importantly, stay away from you.

You know how I said he would hurt them indirectly? That’s because he’ll have others do it for him.

He’ll give some to Dottore as test subjects, and some to Arlecchino for target practice for the kids. He’s just as much of a supplier as he is a taker.

While everything is going on outside of your knowledge, he’s keeping you close to him. Holding you, walking you to and from work, and even allowing you to tag along with him on more PG related missions for lack of a better term

He’s a man of endless influence throughout Teyvat, and he will not hesitate to use it to rip apart the nations for you. Especially if they dared to touch you like they did.

Tartaglia

Definitely the most sane one when it comes to it, and that’s saying something

Especially since he’s the one that witnessed it first hand

As stated previously in another post, he’s already paranoid anytime you’re not around him since the Fatui have a lot of enemies

So when he went out looking for you since you took a tad bit longer to get groceries than it normally would, he found out that his paranoia was justified

Imagine his surprise when he found out that it’s not Treasure Hoarders or Hilichurls, no, it’s the Millelith of all people hurting you

“Well well, what did I just walk in on? Am I interrupting something?” He has a smile on his face but it doesn’t seem very happy

Perhaps that’s because his eyes are showing nothing but unadulterated hatred towards the group of men that think it was a good idea to beat you around for information on him and the Fatui

“If you wanted information you could have just came and ask me yourself, but instead you had to go out and dig yourselves your own grave. What a shame.”

He’ll instruct you to turn away, cause he’s pretty sure that what he’s about to do to them would traumatize you for life. He doesn’t want that for you.

When you do, this man is pulling out all the stops

Slicing and dicing, aiming and shooting, hydro and electro

He wants to watch them suffer, and he’s grinning like a mad man when he watches the life drain from their eyes

As much as he wanted to make them suffer more, he had to cut it short since he still had to prioritize you

He’s going to pick you up and carry you back home no matter how much you want to protest and insist that you’re okay

But this man is stubborn and he’s not having any of it.

He’s taking you home and cuddling you close, not letting you go even after you’re all cleaned up

His laid-back persona is broken as he apologizes to you, that he’s sorry that he put you in danger

Please reassure him that it’s not his fault and give him plenty of kisses

He’s not leaving your side for a LONG TIME

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin men #genshin men x reader #childe x reader #pantalone x reader #capitano x reader #arlecchino x reader #dottore x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #genshin hurt/comfort #childe #pantalone #arlecchino #capitano #dottore

[changbinsboiledegg]

can I request best friend! skz reactions to finding out the readers bf is cheating on her? c:

Hi hi thank you for being my first request! I changed the bf to gender neutral btw. :)

Warnings: Cheating mentions.

note: Just realized these progressively get longer as they go down. I promise I didn't intend that lmaoooooo

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Chan

He would tell you right away because 1) you don’t deserve to be cheated on. and 2) … why wouldn’t he tell you immediately?

“I need to talk to you.” Chan would say, knowing the information he knew would hurt you.

“What is it? I’m going on a date soon.”

Chan started to feel guilty, seeing how excited you were. But he knew you needed to know before you fell any more deeper for this person.

He’s your best friend, you bet he would be your rock throughout the breakup and the moving on process.

Lee Know

He never liked your S/O. Minho knew from the start they were trash.

Found out you were being cheated on the same time you did and wasn’t surprised, but still very pissed that this person hurt his best friend.

“I knew you were doing charity work with this person.”

“Minho, please.”

“You know I’m right.”

Nonetheless, he would cheer you up and find other means of distracting you from the hurt you felt.

Changbin

Changbin found out accidentally. He was on Instagram and accidentally clicked on a story post of one of the accounts your S/O followed.

At first, he was about to click out but noticed your S/O kissing someone else in the background.

After a few clicks and borderline stalking, Changbin found out the truth.

You were the ‘side piece.’

Changbin immediately sent you the evidence AND messaged the other person your S/O was seeing.

Let’s just say your ex now has a bad reputation now <3

Hyunjin

He was surprised when he found out because you were so happy and your S/O seemed to have treated you so well. At least in front of Hyunjin.

You were the one that came to him, sobbing your eyes out. Hyunjin offered kind words, advice, reassurance— Anything he could that would help you mend your broken heart.

“Let’s focus on yourself. Let’s not talk about relationships right now. Not until you are ready.”

Of course, fresh out of a breakup with trust issues, you have a hard time being positive. Hyunjin knows this.

He was very patient with you for as long as it took for you to feel okay again and even worked with you on how to trust again.

Han

Hands rated E for everyone, predebut Jisung was summoned the moment he saw your now ex with their arm around the waist of another person.

Maybe he didn’t actually fight them, but he sure as hell made sure they knew he saw them and that the other person knew they were in a relationship.

He felt satisfied knowing your ex was now alone as the other person immediately dropped them… Even more surprised to hear the loud smack your S/O received for cheating and being deceitful.

But there was still you, who didn’t know yet. Jisung dreaded having to tell you only because he knew you were in for pain.

Then again, he was pissed off and you’re his best friend so he went to tell you in a rant.

By the time he was done ranting about his best friend— you, dating trash and what they did to you, he immediately apologized and switched to comfort mode as soon as he saw your shocked, heartbroken expression.

Felix

He was disappointed when your ex drunkenly confessed to cheating on you on your birthday, of all days.

Felix remembered how hurt you were that day when your ex canceled plans on you but he didn’t know that was why.

He wasn’t sure why he was disappointed. It wasn’t his relationship nor was it someone he wanted you to be with. But the thought of you finding out that someone did this to you? Disappointed him. You deserved better.

“They are cheating on you.” He said abruptly into a conversation you were having the morning after their cheating confession.

“… What?”

“They told me last night they were seeing someone else and they—”

“Oh God…”

Felix was prepared with tissues and your favorite comfort foods, knowing you would need it.

Seungmin

He found out on Instagram, like Changbin, only it wasn’t accidental. Seungmin had a gut feeling of you S/O’s infidelity.

And boy, was he right.

Now, he didn’t tell you at first. Mainly because he was working behind the scenes to sabotage anything good going on in their life.

Seungmin managed to turn their friends against them, family members, and even got them kicked out of their scholarship program.

Seungmin found you trying to comfort you S/O, unaware of why these things were happening to them Seungmin held his tongue until you left them in the same room together.

“Maybe you shouldn’t cheat on my best friend next time.” He said, smugly.

Of course, he told you everything after you came back and stayed with you for as long as you needed after you broke up with them.

I.N

He found out when he found you crying your eyes out and deleting every picture you had of and with your ex.

Naturally, Jeongin was concerned and confused. But when you managed to tell him in a fit of rage towards your ex, Jeongin left.

…

Then came back with all of your favorites. Favorite snacks, drinks, ice cream, he even bought a few of your favorite movies and took care of the cost of food for the next week so that 1) you wouldn’t have to go out, heartbroken for the world to see. and 2) he wanted to make sure you ate.

“Thank you, Jeongin…”

“No problem. You would do the same.” … “Right?”

“No one’s going to cheat on you.”

“But what if?”

“Then yes. I would do the same. But no one will dare do this to you too.”

Jeongin grinned, thinking you were trying to make him laugh. And you smiled too, because who wouldn’t get a serotonin boost if Jeongin smiled at them?

You were dead serious about what you said, though.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids #skz #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz reactions #skz scenarios

[lurkingshan]

Once again I'm here because I'm angry. There's been a lot of talk about Boston and what Jojo wanted or not to say about sluts and whatever. I, and other people I think, were struggling with the idea that Jojo would actually want that message out. So I went to see some interviews. And got kinda shocked about one thing that he said. (btw this is an actual quote.) He was talking about Boston reasons for his behaviour Jojo: Bad people don't need to have a backstory. They are just born sluts. A bad character doesn't need... (and then the interviewer says - he doesn't need tragedy to be bad) Exactly. And then he gets asked if he thinks Boston needs redemption and he emphatically says NO. And then talking about how much fun is writing the character he says this: Boston is such a fun character to write. yeah unpredictable he's like, he doesn't care. he doesn't have morals so we just like goes with the flow. bad people? no morals? humm... i don't know... So yeah, now I don't really know what to think about it. I was wondering what are your thoughts about this. I'm still gonna watch some more of this, because I'm a masochist that needs all the information, but yeah, I thought I would share. Thanks for the space

Yiiiiiikes. Okay, first let me preface this by saying that whenever I am reading/watching something that was either translated to English or spoken in English by a person with a different first language, I try not to get too hung up on specific word choice. By necessity we tend to go for the simplest possible words to convey meaning in those situations, and thus a lot of nuance gets stripped out.

That said, the sentiment is clear: Jojo saw Boston as a villain character without a moral code that he could deploy to cause chaos wherever he liked in the story. And he is definitely conflating his villainy with sexual promiscuity, which is the worst part of this quote and unfortunately aligns with the way that finale, and ultimately the themes of the show, were written. It definitely makes me side eye Jojo and as I’ve already said, I won’t be so inclined to trust him nearly as much next time.

Only Friends, however, has more than one writer, and I don’t think they all see it this way. If you think Boston is purely an irredeemable slut, you don’t write his breakup and reunion with Nick in the way that this show did. You don’t give depth to his situation with Atom. You don’t show his sincere emotion, his hurt, and his earnest desire to be with Nick while he can. With all the info we have now and in retrospect, it kind of feels like there was a bit of a tug-o-war going on with Boston’s story.

My understanding is that Den Panuwat, one of three writers on the show, is the one who adapted the novel version of the story, and there he changed Boston’s final arc significantly. Rather than Boston fucking Atom, he made his final conflict about his dad’s political career with Boston’s sexuality being used as a weapon against him. He wrote Boston and Nick ending on good terms. And he wrote a final chapter for Boston where he arrives in New York, finds a more accepting society and queer community who accept and understand him, and thrives.

I’m sure there were some non-artistic reasons why we couldn’t get this version of the story in the show (the politics story was likely vetoed for censorship reasons and they probably couldn’t afford to show us Boston in NY, for example), but the fact that Den wrote it signals that his perspective on Boston is not fully aligned with what Jojo said in that quote above. Perhaps we have him to thank for the empathetic portrayal and humanity we did see in Boston despite Jojo’s perspective on him. And Den has another show coming soon, so maybe we’ll see a clearer read of his own perspective on queer sexual politics without the GMMTV restrictions when we watch Playboyy.

#only friends the series #playboyy the series #thai bl #shan answers

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello, Kimbap! May I request the overblot victims with an s/o who's got the ability to manipulate all kinds of electronics (computers, tvs, traffic lights) within her sight? She can also remotely control communication lines at quick speeds with this ability.

Wait that's such an interesting idea 😭 thank you for the ask! I'm sticking to the overblotters from the English version for this one ^^

Overblot students x s/o who can manipulate electronics/communications

Riddle

First doesn't really see the reason behind it, thinks it's cool but doesn't see himself necessarily asking for help

He tends to like using everything on pen and paper still, so if he has to write emails or do things online, he may ask you there. In return, he helps you with things like snail mail (his handwriting's beautiful btw)

I feel like overall he would find it to be cool and will ask you about your abilities just to learn more about you. However, he won't be needing your powers anytime soon (just more simple online help would be enough)

Leona

He will only ask for your help in the most basics of tasks like turning on or off the lights or putting his phone on "do not disturb"

Despite his lazier attitude, he's pretty alert. He knows for example if you're going to use your ability when doing homework (will ask you randomly) and he learns how you are able to manipulate electronics without asking you a lot of questions

I feel like Leona would've liked you for who you were whether or not he knew about your abilities, but nonetheless he does find it to be a pretty cool (and useful) one

Azul

He really likes your abilities and will ask you to help him create some kind of digital ordering app or reservation platform for his lounge hahaha

However he does also like learning from you about your abilities and perhaps about electronics in general (you might have a lot of knowledge on them just because you use them so often). He's still not the best when it comes to online platforms, so you can definitely help him there

He finds your ability to be fascinating! While he himself won't be needing as much help as perhaps some others, he does appreciate the little help you give him when running the lounge's digital side

Jamil

Will ask you how your ability came to be since it's really new to him. He likes learning about others anyways, so it's a nice thing for him to hear about!

Jamil might ask if you can hack into systems and if you can. For some reason I can see him going after scammers that try to target Kalim's computer haha. It might be kind of fun to prank them too

The vice dorm leader isn't the best with technology so you might want to help him out when you can. He'll deeply appreciate it, perhaps he'll make you some of your favorite foods in return!

Vil

You can turn off or block people that try to message him? Like all the crazy fans he has or his annoying manager? Great. He'll ask for your help

Vil's more tech-savvy than he looks, mainly because he has to keep his online presence so up to date. He however, likes how you can manipulate communications. He also likes that you can change traffic lights so whenever you two are going somewhere, expect him to ask you to use it

Though he may find your ability to be super useful, he still feels bad when asking for your help. He'll show you a lot of gratitude whenever you do end up helping him with something, perhaps in the form of a really expensive perfume haha

Idia

Probably the only one that uses your ability the most but you also like using it with him so it's a win-win situation

The internet speed in his room is like crazy high, some other Ignihyde students will ask how that's even possible. Like how can it just be Idia's room and specifically only when you're around haha

He would've been too shy to ask you for help at first, but seeing how he looked curious about your abilities you decided to help. Honestly now you two use it whenever you two play games together or watch anime (it's very convenient!)

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #anon ask #twst scenarios #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst riddle #twst riddle x reader #twst leona #twst leona x reader #twst azul #twst azul x reader #twst jamil #twst jamil x reader #twst vil #twst vil x reader #twst idia #twst idia x reader

[beanlot]

okay hear me out- cowboy!ellie x fem!reader having *cough* raunchy sex uhm i just. i needed to share these art (not by me btw!) to u aka my all time fav au! writer and yes u can do whatever u want with that prompt ;) i'm just sharing cuz i don't wanna be alone on this 🤭

rdr!ellie?

if red dead was a lesbian porn game, it would have its perks - discrete and secretive sex, if you’re into that. but i’m gonna try and maintain some realism and sadly declare that it’s the 1890s and homophobia is lividly prevalent, hence said discrete and secretive sex. and with ellie’s.. not so ladylike shenanigans, she’s gonna raise a few eyebrows.

you’ll meet on a tuesday night shift at the bar, and at first, it’ll be just another evening frothing root beer and artificial laughter to camouflage snide remarks on why you aren’t married yet. ellie blends with the maelstrom, you won’t notice her until she’s directly infront of you, jagged scars that slice through her eyebrow.

just some whiskey.

and she’s gonna be pretty reserved, tactical with her eyes when she clocks what a god damn showpiece you are. there’s some moments where ellie maintains her jagged character, dry and insensitive - but there’s some moments, like these, where maintaining that character leaves her stomach curdling.

so she’ll pay extra than what’s needed, sliding over two quarters.

oh, it’s only one o-

i know. one for the whiskey and one for you.

and maybe it’s not essentially unorthodox for you to get tipped, but being tipped by a woman? what was usually plain sailing and rather satisfactory as sliding an extra coin into your palm becomes dithering, a dilemma of whether or not to accept - which solves itself when she walks off without a thank you.

you’re wondering where does the raunchy sex start; it kinda starts when you realise she isn’t just some hallucinogenic succubus bandit waiting to claw at you when you’re most vulnerable, although rationally, that’s what it’s gonna fucking feel like. she’ll be sat down, creased maps against the oak and eyes that should be thinking logically.. but just can’t resist the temptations of looking at you, but in particular, your left hand.

it kinda starts when you realise she’s checking if you’re married.

to abbreviate an extensive romance story,

you’ll subtly invite her in during a snowstorm. and let me just say that this ellie has a thing for thigh-riding, the kind where you’ll be kissing at eachother’s lips as you sit on her lap, losing rhythm because her salacious fingers are guiding your hips back and forth into her. but in terms of vulgarity, i don’t think this ellie would be super experimental just yet; she wants to appreciate you for the fine woman you are, and if that means warming up to the burliness of her thigh against your clit gets that message across, then so be it.

but despite that, this ellie wouldn’t particularly be so vanilla either - she’s still a little bit of a lovemaker, it’s just that this is one of the au’s where i could see her being more dominant presenting. fingers not so timid to part your legs against her thigh, gliding so silkily through your slit, a tone of velvet that whispers what a beauty you are against your cheek. her firewood scent whisking with the kerosine of your bedside lantern as she’ll undress you bare.. and sorta just, lay back and enjoy the show.

gorgeous girl, letting me see you like this.

that’s it, very pretty.

you’ll go to slide the beige suspenders off her shoulders, and you want to do more - but shit’s getting super sensitive as you rock against her waist, your hands quivering against her breasts. she’ll whisper that she knows, her fingers doing the dirty work that you’d seemingly been anticipating for too long; manipulating the fabric so teasingly that your thighs can’t help but start to tremble - clit scorching with agonising vim when you see her abdomen, pearly scars faintly residing against the muscle.

does this excite you?

another undone.

you won’t be able to answer, the sweltering so damn near that it paralyses your body, only instinctive thrusts against her skin that leave you pathetic and nodding breathlessly.

and then another undone.

the precise line of her breasts only slightly visible - she knows you’re close by how impulsively you grind against her, with dilated pupils dazed and so gravely out of character.

but the night’s just starting.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #the last of us #ellie the last of us #tlou x reader #howdoesellie

[merakiui]

Hi!!! It's been awhile since I checked your blog I've been so busy omg. few things tho. omg.

1.) HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY IM SO LATE IM SORRY !!! BUT I HOPE IT WAS A BLAST

2.) I can't believe I've been missing catboy jade... this is so sad... I love catboys. tbh I do think most of the twst cast could be split up into (insert animal)boys. catboy Azul perhaps..... he'd be so silly..... what a creature...

3.) TMDG SOON?????? HUH????? I sure haven't been waiting as long as some of your other anons but that's so exciting !!! Oh goodness !!!

Tbh I think the last time I lurked around your blog was around when the twins bday fic came out... which was great by the way!! oh my goodness!! he's such a fucked up critter your jade is So good. I hope you've been well btw !

- :3 anon

Hiii, :3 anon!!!! I'm happy to hear from you again omg!!! I hope you've been happy and healthy!!!!!

1.) AAAAAA THANK YOUUUUUU!!!! >0< it was indeed a blast!!! I was flattered my birthday could be remembered and that so many would take the time to message kind words. :D it was a very pleasant surprise!

2.) Catboy Jade is the most beloved!!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) omg,, catboy Azul...... the creature of all time. In my mind he is a pampered, sheltered house cat who lives every day in luxury with his owner. <3 catboy Floyd is a stray; I imagine you rescue him after you find him bleeding out in an alley and from then on he refuses to leave your side. Or maybe it's like the Vocaloid song "ah, it's a wonderful cat life," in which stray cat Floyd falls for you, the pampered, protected house cat of [insert non-catboy twst character here]. :O !!!!!!! Stray catboy Floyd falling for you, but you're Riddle's cat AAAAAA. Every night Riddle's chasing him away because he's a dirty, diseased, flea-ridden cat who has no business with you! >:( but Floyd always persists. He's determined. ^^;;;

3.) YES YES!!!! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و it's so soon (as soon as the epilogue is written and then edits are made hehe)!!!!!!!! I can't wait to post it!! I know longer fics may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I wanted to write shamelessly and without worry for a word count. If I'm to write Jade romance, it must unfold like a fluffy rom-com film!!!! And if it takes 100+ pages to write The Vision in its entirety, so be it!! <3 anything for my beloved moray!!!

Thank you for reading and enjoying Monops's Reflection!!!! Jade is so scrunkly in that story... the most messed up and depraved. Aaaaa I'm so glad you can enjoy him!!! ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)

#twisted chit chat #:3 anon #and i have indeed been well!!! :D thank you!! <3

[streets-in-paradise]

Waiting - Andy Barclay x Reader

Requested by Anon

" hey can you make a story about Andy Barclay getting jealous at someone because they’re flirting there S/O. Btw it can be fluff or whatever I am having you have that choice thank I love your content ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Sure, anon! And thank you for your kindness <3

Warnings: No proofreading, Insecure Andy being reassured by his s/o in fluffy and flirty ways.

Summary: A hopeless time of watching him unsuccessfully date other persons in front of you preceded the beggining of your relationship with Andy and now you can't believe he is the one feeling jealous.

Tags: @losersclubisms

Too long you had watched in the shadow of his failures, waiting untill he would stop ignoring the fullness of the woods for a single tree. As a server in the restaurant were most of his disastrous dates took place you had a privileged spot to observe the regular downfalls, convinced that you have never meet anyone with such terrible luck for romance. What started as an empathy driven approach just trying to help him out quickly turned into something else and you found yourself trully Interested on him.

Andy was a sweet guy who just have been lonely for too long. Everytime one of his dates would leave him heartbroken you were there to pick up the pieces hoping he would catch your signs. Getting to a point where you could start dating required a lot of patience from you, virtue that you lost after the redhead fiasco leading to directly asking him out by yourself.

It took him a while to understand you actually wanted to be with him, since at first he was convinced you did it out of pity. His way of loving made you feel as if your relationship was the best thing happening in his life and he was constantly afraid of loosing you.

He was not the kind of man who would start a fight over jealousy, but you could tell whenever he would be swallowing those feelings pretending to be just fine.

The first time it happened you realized he was so not ready to deal with other people flirting with you. A silly confussion with a stranger at a bar ruined the whole moment for him. The actual episode wasn't even a big deal, since you politely declined and sneaked your hands on top of the back pocket of the pants of your silently angry boyfriend to send a passive agressive message making the stranger dissapear.

Andy felt your hands softly squeezing his butt and that at least managed to distract him a bit.

" Did you notice how shocked he was? That dude couldn't believe i'm with you. " He openly commented. " … Sometimes even I can't believe i'm with you. "

" After all I have been waiting for you? " You sweetly complained. " How many cute people did i see you with before you stopped drowning in self pity and noticed I wanted your attention all along? "

He didn't consider that before, probably because those dates had such terrible outcomes he couldn't imagine you caring for that.

" Did I make you jealous?" He asked while a soft shade of blush in his face made him look down for a brief instant. " Me?? How?"

" I saw you put your heart and soul into each one of those, trying so hard for things to work because you liked those persons. That amount of dedication had completely won me over even before we started dating. " You frankly admitted. " They may have been desperate to run away, but I was there watching and wanting so badly to be them. You didn't have an easy life, i could tell that, but you are a wonderfull man so sweet, thoughtfull and handsome. A bit weird, maybe, but still adorable. You wanted love and I was desperate for a shot to love you, but there was always someone else rejecting you that you cared more about. "

" I was a fool, i know. " He apologized, still in disbelief. " Let's say I was misguided by the advice of an old friend. "

" You were driving me insane and I was so jealous of your dates. I began to ask myself what else could I do to make you notice me. I almost changed my hair colour but a friend told me that going redhead would have been too much. "

The confession made him chuckle.

" I love you exactly as you are … and I'm feeling quite jealous."

Verbally expressing his feelings was hard for him, but he did it in the spirit of his surprise.

" You have no damn reason for it, because i'm going nowhere. " You reassured him, pulling him closer. " I'm here with you and there is no other one I could want to be with ríght now. "

He was a happy, awkward mess evidently affected by your words in all kinds of ways.

For so, you decided to carry on taking things a bit further.

" Once we get back to my place you are all mine." You whispered close to his ear. " I'm going to show you exactly how much I love you and how wild you drive me. "

The insidious thoughts temporally faded under such delightfull promise.

#chucky 2021 #cult of chucky #andy barclay #andy barclay x reader #alex vincent #alex vincent x reader

[tamarinfrog-art]

Hi there! I know it might jumpscare you a bit to receive a message from another human being who uses tumblr, so I'll make this brief. *sighs* I JUST FINISHED READING HEROES OF INKOPOLIS FROM YOUR DEVIANTART & IT WAS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! seriously, I didn't even expect it to be THAT good :D I plan to read the Cafe Calamari blog when I have some free time, but seriously, it was a MASTERPIECE of a fancomic. (if you couldn't tell, I am literally sending you this about like 1 minute after I finished reading it :]) It's really nice to see that you're still making art, I wish you the best endeavors! (btw, i just want to say: the moments when Blue/Whinter & Orange/Clementine were beggin each other to wake up emotionally D E S T R O Y E D m e .)

Oh spooky! But that is the name of the game in October! Anyway! Thank you for the kind message. Glad you enjoyed the comic. I may have left behind the crown of Queen of Squid Hell and no longer really do splatoon art but I do still consider HOI one of my best comics and I am still proud of it. So nice to hear people still enjoy it.

#ask tammy #not art

[villainessxassassin]

Idia with an s/o or crush who often fantasized about a romantic relationship but is very shy and bad at helping people due to self doubt pls?

Admiring from afar and behind a screen

Idia x reader

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Thank you for sending us this ask! since it wasn't specified how you wanted it to be written, I went with something I was most comfortable with which was a bulleted scenario (is what you'd call it i think?) I hope that's okay

bonus eye drawing under the cut: (i made it myself btw :))

and if you so happen to also relate to this then yo same😔🤝

Who would have thought that THE Idia shroud, a not so social introverted dorm head would have a secreted admirer, you.

Sad to say you weren't one to confront him about your feelings.

Shying away from other people because you're scared that your opinions might have a negative impact on them and how they see you.

Unlike Idia, you didn't hate people, but over time it just started to become difficult for you to communicate with others so you decided it was best to not engage in social conversations

So imagine your surprise when you first realized you had a crush on the blue flamed hair boy.

No this was bad! You already had a lot of self doubt to take care of and your problem with being shy around people, and now you just had to go and have a crush on someone now of all times!

You didn't know what attracted you to Idia

perhaps it was how you both were polar opposites but still shared the same problems in life

or how you admired him for being able to speak up for himself whenever needed to, despite his tendencies to shut himself in his room all day

Everytime (which isn't really often because of how he literally never leaves his room unless if it was for snacks or other important reasons) you'd see him sneaking up to a vending machine, you couldn't help but stare

How you wished to one day be able to walk up to that very same vending machine and maybe offer him a drink, your treat

but can only sigh as he's already gone, and you once again are left to just daydream about what a life by Idia's side could be like

You had already told your friends about your little predicament, and the best advice they we're able to give that worked well with you was to start of with something you were comfortable with

Online

The difference from talking to someone in person and online was that you had the option to take your time to type out a response before you hit send, and how if you ever made a mistake it wasn't too late to delete it

Sure you were still shy when talking through text, but it wasn't something so noticable with how they can't read your body language with just words on a screen.

It started out with a greeting and introduction, though you didn't use your real name and chose to go with the random account name you made up in a span of a few seconds

You mentioned one of his all time favorite anime shows and boom he's sending you text after text after text

He didn't know who you were, but by how you reply to his messages he could already tell what kind of person you were behind a screen, thanks to Idia's super duper amazing analyzation skills.

One reason why Idia stuck around to talk to you was because both of you can relate to each other

about your fears and problems, how you assume what people think about you, and how you find difficulty when talking in real life.

You were honest

In all Idia's life of living online he could tell when people were lying to him through text

He could see through all 'dem fake people (especially for those when he asks a question and the other person replies with something copy pasted off the internet, step away from the ctrl+c button👹)

Unlike them, despite not being physically able to see you, he could tell with his heart how you weren't trying to lie or hide anything from him (except your crush on him of course, nawh he gon be dense ti'll you decide fess up and confess to him in person)

Both of you were happy with the little chats you guys would have early in the morning and very late at night.

You slowly started to work up the courage to atleast be in the same room as Idia without fainting, and it was a huge success!

There were times thought where you being shy got the better of you

that one time where you coincidentally bumped into Idia when you turned a corner

He was still in a state of processing what happened when your face flared up and you just stood there staring at each other for a hot second

You were the first to snap out of a trance, quickly muttering out a jumbled up apology as you made a run for outside the school, but not before tripping and falling face first into a bush

"U-uhm are you—"

"N-no I'm fine, I'm fine! I-I'm just uh chilling is this very nice plump bush, yes! Very nice! I actually have somewhere important t-to be so, uhm, bye!

"..."

"Strange normie..."

It might take some time, and i mean A LOT of time, but with every small step you take

You just know your little fantasy will one day become a reality

Not today thought, you think as you have your face buried in your hands with the scene from before replaying in your mind

"H-hes going to think im such a total clutz now..."

but little did you know the boy was starting to catch feeling for you too

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Want to make a request check the rules here

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland headcanon #y/n #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #kishira writes #twst x reader

[synthetickitsune]

hiii. first of all, im a big fan of warmth - csc. i love how your choice of words, they are beautiful and spot on. surely having an episode of depression isnt fun, but as someone who never feel that way, i can finally see what’s going on inside their head when it happens through your writing.

i wonder if you could write the similar one with wonwoo or woozi? i’d like my own experience to be in your writing lmao (bcs i suck at it). say, their s/o had a bad day bcs of one mistake that led to a huge problem. it pains them so much it haunts every now and then. there’s not much they could do other than accepting what happened. as time passes by, the guilt still there and just by looking at how they act, woozi/wonwoo can see it clearly. so, i want wonwoozi to give their s/o some kind of reassurance.

i’d be very thankful, even if it’s just a drabble (please take your time as well). im in the need of comforting stories. if this burdens you, maybe you can share your favorite au with the same genre. and thanks for reading my message btw. love, comfort-seeker anon.

Hey~, thank you for your kind words ♡ I'm not really sure if those feelings can be put into words or if I'm doing a good job of it, but I'm happy if it helped you imagine it a little (even though I'm really happy you don't experience it) ^^

And thank you again for trusting me with this! I'll do my best to write the story nicely ♡

And until then, I can share some of my favorite comfort fics, at least those I can remember from the top of my head!

sitting in woozi's lap by @rubyreduji (my heart somehow gets complete reading it

svt ot13 - listening to their heartbeat by @wooahaes (but tbh I find all of her writing very... human? gentle? comforting?)

the8 - bedtime tea by @junkissed (again, love her writing - it's so soft and tender)

(idk if sf9 is a group that you're interested in as well but this is the first fic that came to my mind) jaeyoon - snuggle with me by @athenathesharkwrites (tbh i just wanted to selfishly mention it because it's really cute and comforting and i think about it on every cold day)

...and I think some of these could be considered comforting as well: with s.coups, with wonwoo, with joshua

#💌 non nons~ #comfort-seeker.anon

[step-on-me-khun]

Because White's birthday is coming I got some wild idea!! 😳

what kind of one shot would happen if white was extremely rough with his s/o during their spicy time🔥 When s/o begged him to be gentler he ignored that thinking s/o could handle it & because he was too into it to the point which he couldn't pay attention to his monstrous pace until s/o actually fainted!!

Love you & your blog btw 💖 pls take your time and if this request by any sort made you uncomfortable feel free to delete it

thank you so much for the compliment ❤❤ I'm fine with this, and I'm combing two requests, I hope this is okay

warnings: smut, asphyxiation, no minors pls words: 3287 taglist: @unexceptional-h @rizonacigaravenue @aoi-turtle @minefujikochan [message to be added]

Was it worth it trying to impress White? There was no correct answer. He was intimidating, but you loved him, and if you wanted to make him happy, you'd do whatever was necessary to capture his attention.

Of course, it was his birthday, one of the few days you could be nervous and have a good reason for it.

White's sex drive wasn't high, but when he was needy, he'd let you know by being in your face or avoidant, which wasn't often. The only time White was pleasant was when he wanted something, which made you worry.

Special occasions were rare. Your birthday was the only time White would even try to be gentle. But for White's birthday, you would have to prepare, as White would be ridiculously rough with you.

"Is there anything you want to do today?" You ask, expecting the same response he would give every year.

White resting his head on his fist, grinning at you. "What do you think?"

"Anything except that,"

"And what would that be?"

"Something that we can do later,"

White tuts disappointedly, "would you deny me what I want, today of all days?"

"I'll train with you,"

White smiles playfully at your words. "No, not that type of training."

"You're not strong enough for me to gain anything from, anyway," White comments, "and I'm not someone who benefits from anything romantic, so no, I can wait until tonight. You can be my present."

You knew that was a lie. Just because White was never the romantic type doesn't mean you can't be. Being romantic wasn't easy, and White found it somewhat offputting, so you steered clear of being cheesy and overbearing.

The one thing that White would always love was for you to get dressed up - or dressed down. Anything pretty wouldn't do. You were to find lingerie that made you look good enough for White to devour. The more of your precious skin exposed, the better.

White never cared for what you wore so long as prying eyes were nowhere near you. Overprotective White was rare, but when someone looked or glanced a certain way, White was terrifying and often overdid affection. It was the only time he would be affectionate to you. But it was just an act and something you learnt to ignore. There was no need to be like this when White himself was frightening enough. Those eyes of his were enough to strike fear into most people.

Was it better to look pretty and keep your confidence, or attempt to be sexy and possibly shit yourself with embarrassment when his eyes stare you down? In your head, you wanted to look and feel pretty, but because this was all for White, you aimed to be a little sexy for him.

Buying two outfits seemed like a good idea. If one set didn't feel right, you could wear it when you felt good enough. The problem was that they were both too difficult to choose between, and you were slightly anxious.

You stood in your room, sliding a bra strap up your arm. White would get rough with you, so there wasn't any guarantee that anything you wore would remain in one piece. Whenever White got impatient, he would rip your clothes off your body. You stare at yourself in the mirror. Sure, what you wore looked good enough, but it didn't feel right. It didn't matter. You could change into the other set you brought.

You unclasp the bra, sigh in disappointment, and freeze as the door opens. Slowly, you turn, a blush enveloping your face. You tense up, not wanting to be embarrassed. Was it White?

"Getting undressed? That's a shame," White comments.

"What do you want, White?" You ask, letting the bra slide down to the floor.

"Admiring you,"

You sigh, "you weren't supposed to come to me yet,"

"Having trouble with something?"

You walk back to your wardrobe, feeling White's eyes watch your body as he grins smugly. You were all his, and that's what he liked.

"Maybe," you reply, turning your head to look at him, "I wanted to surprise you, but it looks like that plan's failed."

"Surprise me? It's not a surprise if I can guess what you'll do."

"You won't take me seriously, but I don't feel comfortable in this. I had trouble choosing something to wear for you, so I bought two. Putting this one on didn't feel right,"

"You could've greeted me naked, and I would still hunger for you,"

White's stare looked dangerous. A surge of fear shot up your spine as you noticed.

"Put that back on," White starts, getting closer to you, lifting your chin with a finger, "I want to be the one tearing it off you."

"Really?" White moves his hand down.

"You can surprise me with the other one some other time,"

It felt weird. Maybe this was White's way of saying you looked fine the way you were. If he weren't such an asshole, you would take him seriously.

You reach down to pick up the bra and put it on. White's expression changes to confusion as you fasten it, the cups on your back, the clap on your stomach.

"That's how you fasten these things?"

You giggle innocently. "Well, yeah. Not everyone fastens it this way, but it works for me." You pull the bra around, the straps sliding back up your arms.

White smiles at you, roughly grabbing your jaw with one hand, which startles you a little.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you look pretty,"

White was tall, imposing, and scary. Did White ever have anyone before you? Like maybe years ago.

"I understand that," you reply, tense, eyes looking into White's.

"Scared?"

"How can I not be?"

White's large hands move to your waist and slide up your body, roughly groping your breasts. You were small compared to White. He was a slayer who never shied away from intimidating others. Once his eyes found you, it was hard to escape him.

"I'll make this just a little easy for you," White starts, removing his close quickly, eager to get started with you. "I can't promise that my hands will let you be."

It would be great if White didn't offer you help, but you knew he would be rough with you.

You follow as White backs away, sitting on the end of the bed, ushering you between his legs.

Most of the time, you were face down on the bed. It wasn't rare that White wanted you to give him head, but it wasn't like it was a common thing. You could feel just how big his cock was inside you, and that feeling was more than enough to send you over the edge. It had been a while since it was in your face like this, and it startled you to see how big his dick was.

White was tall, and it stood to reason that something else would be too. Anxiety set it in just by looking at him. Fuck, how did you ever get that in your mouth? White was waiting for you to give him what he wanted.

"Nervous?" White asks, leaning back.

"What if I am?" you ask, a little hesitant.

White tensed up, his impatience getting way too high.

"Well, you can do this now, or you could wait until afterwards, then you can sit in front of me like this," White ends in a whisper.

Not like it would matter if you sucked him off now or later, White would be rough with you, mouth and throat fucking you into oblivion, calling you the sweetest names in the world. If only he would be nice to you. Would there be any point in giving head while out of it? You suppose White would get some weird ego trip from it, but that wouldn't be much fun for you.

"You're insufferable," you comment, grabbing White's length, licking from the base to the tip, and taking the pre-cum into your mouth.

White's hand grabs your hair. "I want that sweet mouth of yours to make me feel good, so don't you dare hold back on me." His tone was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You ease your mouth down on him, taking as much of him as possible. If only you could take your time, but there was no way White would let you take your time.

Within only a few moments, White's fingers clung to your locks.

You bob your head up and down on him, trying to keep the same pace and speed, only for a while. Breathing wasn't easy, especially when White's cock took your focus. If this were anyone with a human height, it would be different. But White was a beast, and you feared he would take control of your head.

Was there a reason to be scared? Yes, and no. Having you in a dangerous position riled White up. If you got wounded, he would probably kill someone. But if they were marks inflicted by him, they would boost his ego.

You removed your mouth from his length and breathed in while you could. As you take him into your mouth again, your eyes meet, and his white eyes look darker. How long would it be before he held you in place and used you? That mouth of yours felt like heaven. He wanted more, and you weren't taking him seriously. But you were taking him seriously. White's size was the problem.

"That little mouth of yours feels so good," White praises, "that I can't help but want more of it."

You readied yourself, attempting to move your head away but failing. You feel your body burning.

Panic almost kicked in as White held your head still. You wouldn't be like this for long. His hips snap up harshly, and the tip of his dick brushes against the start of your throat.

Your hands grip White's leg tightly, ready to punch or hit them if it got too much.

"Such a good girl, taking me like this," White praises. You gag, it is offputting, but you endure it.

No one could predict what would escape White's mouth, even you. He loved degrading you during sex. It seemed almost natural to him. You sometimes loved every vulgar word White called you. It made you shudder. Then there were times it hit hard, and you pushed it to the corner of your mind. God forbid you ever try to degrade him, though he would instantly have you begging for mercy.

The need for air made you desperate, and White saw it, pulling your head up and letting you breathe for a few seconds.

"You're such a good little slut," White comments before forcing you back down on him again. This time his thrusts made his head hit the start of your throat every time.

Your eyes water and nails dig into White's skin. You squeeze your eyes shut.

White wasn't easy to put up with, but you loved him.

Quiet groans and hisses left White's lips. The only time wasn't obnoxious was when he was focusing his energy on you. The times you made him feel good, it would show on his face.

A loud groan escapes White's mouth, "keep still. I'm so close," White bits on his lower lip, gripping your hair tighter.

You held onto his legs, hoping this was the only time White would use your mouth. The last thing you wanted was to pass out.

"Fuck," White groans, holding you in place as his load hits your throat. "Swallow it,"

As White releases your head, letting you move, you swallow before coughing. You were almost dizzy.

"You know how I want you," White comments, cupping your neck. "Get on the bed."

You obey, crawling onto the bed and getting on your hands and knees. A part of you that wanted White to go easy on you, but that wouldn't happen, not now. Why would you stop him from doing what he wanted?

"That's my good girl," White mocks you, smacking your ass harshly as he gets behind you. You flinch at the feeling. "I'll make sure you don't regret this."

White wouldn't warn you. When he was ready, he would fuck you into the bed. His long fingers pull down your panties, exposing your core to him.

As White thrusts his cock inside you, his hand grabs your neck, pushing your face into the blanket. There was no time to react, and it was something you knew the feeling of all too well.

White was a bastard, never taking your feelings into account. That should be a blatant red flag, but you couldn't leave White. Faking an orgasm wouldn't do you any good. Either he'd break up with you, or he'd make sure he gave you a real one as a threat.

But you loved him despite all those blaring red flags.

The hand around your neck stayed there, ensuring you wouldn't move while his length drilled into you. It didn't take long for White's pace to become monstrously fast and rough.

Was this White taking out some frustration on you? Maybe he had worked himself up all day, getting ready for you.

White could be scary, but you think about how frightening he could be during sex. His words were harsh, and being rough is common. The only places White would smack you were on your ass, thighs, or face, but the latter depended on you and not on him.

White's speed increases, the sounds coming from you being whimpers and moans. The more noise you made, the better, and the more he gave you in return. Low groans still came from White. The only other noises were the bed as White fucked you and the slapping of skin as it met. His other hand slides down your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra before undoing it.

The hand holding you down moved to your hair, nails scraping against your scalp as they cling tightly to your hair.

"You're better like this," White remarks, pulling on your hair and exposing the side of your neck. "I could use you like there's no tomorrow. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

White's mouth attaches itself to your neck, sucking on your skin, earning him a loud gasp and cry.

Your hands grasp the bedsheets. Every thrust felt like it was sending you further up the bed. White was just that strong. It wouldn't surprise you if he did that.

"White," you cry, which lingered in his ears.

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" White asks.

"No," you cry. You were a moaning mess, incapable of doing anything.

There was not much you could do. White used you the way he wanted to, and there was no stopping what he started.

The friction between the two of you was more than enough to satisfy. If you wanted to scream, White would've made you by now. The last thing you wanted was attention from the others, even if White didn't care that much. White's pride had no limits, which worried you.

With how White was fucking you, it wouldn't take too long for you to reach your climax. You felt so good. No one could treat you the way White did. Even though he never held back, if you made him feel good, he would return the favour.

You quietly whine and cry out his name, the knot in your stomach building up in intensity.

Your knuckles pale as your hands grip the sheets, feeling a wave of pleasure ripple through you. A loud gasp escapes your mouth as you reach your orgasm, whimpering like a dog below White.

White didn't stop. Once he came, he kept moving. You expected as much, not having any objections. You were his present.

Getting used to his rough pace and speed took a while to get used to, not like you expected White to be gentle. His personality wasn't the best or the nicest. White was powerful and frightening. Why you hadn't run away from him yet, you never understood.

The times White went a little rougher than usual weren't rare, but you knew he could do worse on you. And that was something that made you afraid.

White's hand pulls your hair, elevating your body off the bed. He moves it to the front of your neck, pushing your back against his chest.

"Fuck," you whine, White's hand cupping your neck, squeezing lightly.

"You're behaving well," White whispers, snapping his hips against your ass faster and viciously, "I won't hold back on you, so I hope you prepared for,"

Your heart races. As expected, White's pace and speed make your head spin.

Someone as strong as White could continue like this for a long time. He had the stamina. And that's what scared you.

His hand tightens, making you see stars. You fix your eyes on the ceiling, breathing as much air as possible, but his pace makes it nearly impossible. Even if his hand wasn't around your neck, you doubt you could keep your breathing up. It was getting too much.

You sputter out words, trying to get White's attention. He was making you feel good, and you couldn't deny it, but you panicked as you struggled for air. Fuck, you knew you were going to pass out soon.

"W-White," you whisper, your hand squeezing his arm.

You could feel your orgasm coming, which made the situation trickier. Did you like being in danger like this? Maybe. It stirred something inside you, but you still panicked.

Just as the feeling of release came, you blacked out, overwhelmed and breathless, your hand sliding down from White's arm.

White continues, his pace slowing as he comes, lowering you onto the bed. He could tell something wasn't quite right with you. White's hand finds your hair, tilting your head, and watches your face, and that's when he pulls out of you.

A quiet groan escapes your lips. White sits and waits for you to move.

"Hey," White says, poking your shoulder blade, "I hope this isn't some prank to get sympathy,"

"Nice to know you care," you respond, slowly turning on your side to face him.

"I guess you couldn't handle me?"

"Almost," you smile. "You didn't hold back. I just panicked a bit. You're strong, and I had trouble breathing and adjusting to your monstrous pace."

It should've been something White had pride in, but it didn't feel right.

"You'll just have to get used to it,"

All you did was sigh. White wasn't good at caring for you, and there weren't many times when he would try. Cuddles were rare, and soft kisses were the same. White would either learn something from you and show affection slowly or be blunt and show it in the worst way possible.

"I love you," White admits.

A smile creeps on your face.

"Yeah, and I love you,"

Silence filled the room for a while.

"You better be all right," White comments, prompting you to open your eyes and sit up.

"Is that your way of showing me some love?"

"Was me fucking you into the bed not enough?"

The last thing you wanted to do was argue with White over something as silly as love. He had a twisted way of showing it, and you had yours.

It's just that the love that White gave you sometimes wasn't what you pictured love to be - the perks of dating a prideful and strong slayer. You wouldn't call your relationship boring, but you couldn't call it fun.

please don't steal or translate

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[inuiiwonderland]

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This blog is SFW AND NSFW! Hopefully everyone keeps that in mind in case I ever randomly start posting smut (I mostly post SFW stuff so I don’t want to randomly jump scare someone when I post a smut fic lol)

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I don’t tolerate hate or bullying of any kind in this blog!

You don’t like my stuff? Simple, don’t read it OR just block me. Problem solve! But if you go out of your way to message me or send hate through my asks just know I’ll delete or ignore it☺️

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I DON’T TOLERATE ANY HOMOPHOBIA, RACISM, OR BODY SHAMING IN THIS BLOG!

If you decide to show up and just be straight up racist, homophobic, or start to throw insults about someone’s body just know I’ll block you.

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These are pretty basic rules honestly so hopefully no one has any trouble with following them!🙃

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Now for what I write!

I write….

Angst [lots of those]

Fluff

Smut

Au

Yandere

Fantasy

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Just know I’ll ALWAYS put a warning in my fics when I write smut, yandere or angst! I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable and I don’t want to trigger anyone either! So just know I’ll always put warnings!

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Who do I write for?

I write….

Fem readers!

Gn readers!

Male readers!

Hispanic readers!

Chubby readers!

And more!

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I want everyone to feel comfortable and more included in my works! Though I do write for fem readers more often but I also want to write more gender neutral readers and male readers! If you ever decide to send in an ask you can ask me if you want fem, gn, male, etc!

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Now for what I DON’T write

I don’t write…

Smut for underage characters

Incest

Adult x kid

Weird fetishes

Piss kink

Any weird kinks in general if I’m being honest

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If you send me an ask for smut and the character is underage or doesn’t have a time skip form then I won’t do it🙅🏻‍♀️ it makes me really uncomfortable so I won’t write that. And if you ask me to “age up” the character I still won’t do it cuz I find it weird.

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Sadly I won’t be able to write smut for male readers!

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But that pretty much it! If you read through all my rules thank you🤍🫶🏻 also I don’t mind if anyone wants to talk or ask me about how my day was through messages or asks! I find it rather cute and I start feeling special😭

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Btw look how pretty Aisha looks in the picture🥹🫶🏻 if you read Aisha ily🤍

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Anyways byeeeee!

#inuiiwonderland🤍 #inuiiwonderland rules🪼 #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #twst x reader

[its-the-cat-queen]

*flutters down on iridescent wings*

It is me! The Infodump Fairy! I have come to cast a spell upon you that will cause you to ramble for way too long about Trolls! Please, o’ talented one, tell me why this series has captivated you so!

(Ok but seriously I’ve seen your stuff for it (which fucking SLAPS btw) and this is a series I’ve never really been very interested in, so I’m very curious about what draws you to it! Only if you want to share, of course! As you can see, I am not a real fairy and my spells are fake lol)

Oh dear Infodump Fairy! Your spell is taking its effects!

Asfdhgd seriously though, believe me, I have no problem rambling about Trolls all day jvjfjhf. This is not gonna be very coherent, so sorry in advance. 😅 (Also, thank you, I'm so glad you like my work! <3)

Okay so. I've actually been here since the trailer for the first movie came out (I wasn't very active in the fandom back then, though). I was already invested from that moment on, specifically in the two main characters, Poppy and Branch, and their dynamic, who I took one look at and said, "yeah, I ship that" hfjhf. I think what mostly got to me was the characters, the designs, the fact that it's such a fun and colorful world, and of course, the music. The songs are so good! Like, all of them. Yes, they are mostly just covers of already popular songs with some word changes here and there, but my GOD, are they good covers! But anyway, love me a musical with fun characters! Personally, I think all of the characters have deeper issues about them than what you can see on the surface and what you would expect from a children's movie franchise. Like, Branch has so much trauma it really just feels like in every movie they are just trying to give him more and more problems hdkhdjd. Which of course, makes him a pretty compelling character altogether. Do other characters have as deep issues as him? Some of them. But like, they don't really have that much screentime, sadly. While Poppy and Branch are equally important characters in the first movie (and well, in all of the movies, imo), the second movie is what I would dub as "Poppy's Character Development - The Movie" jgkjfjfj. While the first movie operates with the whole "happiness is inside of all of us, we just need someone to help us find it" kinda message (which doesn't fully stick the landing but oh well), the second goes for stuff like differences, equality (of sorts), and tbh some kind of colonialism metaphor?? It also widens the world of trolls as we've known it, as we learn of other tribes of trolls, who are all connected through different kinds of music. So the whole worldbuilding here just makes things even more interesting.

Now the third movie. In the words of youtuber Mann of 1000 Thoughts, it "gives no fucks in all the right ways". Tbh the Trolls timeline has already been questionable, as is, with the Netflix tv shows that came out after the first and second movies, but this just throws another ranch in the system, and says fuck you to the timeline altogether jckbfh. Like, I managed to make it work once I dedicated a good half hour figuring out how Branch's secret long lost brothers who he was in a band with when he was a baby fit into the picture, but it's not perfect even then. There would definitely still be plotholes gkfhfgf. But at this point you just gotta turn your suspension of disbelief on and just go along with it, cuz it is SUCH a fun experience besides all that. (This goes for all the movies btw. Turn your brain off, you're gonna have a great time jfkhf.) Ngl this is the movie that really got me to jump right back into the fandom with full force, and now I'm back to thinking about all of the previous movies as well and appreciating all of the characters. Tbh when I watched the trailer for the third movie, I thought that the whole long lost brothers storyline was the worst idea they have ever come up with, and then I watched the movie and I was like, "fuck this is the best thing ever" gjfgdhd. Idk, we learn enough about Branch's brothers for them to be compelling characters of their own, while we also have a 20 year old gap in which we can pretty much imagine anything into, cuz we don't actually know all the details about how they got to where they are today after the band broke up. Idk, it's like a sandbox you can play in. And that is so much fun. Also, yeah. The music in the third movie also SLAPS! I listened to the soundtrack on loop for a week after watching it jfkhfh.

The humor is also great in all of the movies, in my opinion. I think my humor operates on Trolls standards at this point, which everyone can decide for themselves if it is good or not hkfjfj. I'm having fun so that's all that matters to me.

But yeah, it's just. Idk. It's difficult to pinpoint something very specific that lured me in. Although, I did mention quite some stuff altogether jfkjjf. It's all about the experience for me. The movies are just filled with so much energy, which I love, and they are, in my opinion, the perfect combination of that energy and emotional impact. Are they perfect movies? Absolutely not. But I'm enjoying myself immensely while watching them, and that's l that matters. Soooo yeah. That's about it for now, I've already been talking too long hkfhfjf

Hope some of this made sense, at least jkfjfj. Thank you for the ask <3 You sadly had no idea about the beast you would unleash fjdgdhd.

#ask #buttercup bs

[emiensr]

Hi again!!! Could I get Madison’s opinion on Lucero? (+ Graham 4 double inferiority complex. but that’s v much optional I just got interested on what Noel said abt luce HRGRHGRRH)

it took a little bit but i am here... whew .. .!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 lucero is back again . yessssss

i mentioned madi a little bit when i answered about noel so . i will bring that back briefly..

"and he'd (Noel) probably make comparisons between Lucero and Madison (Noel's brother) as their unique magics are kind of similar !! by make comparisons i mean it likeee .. . "hey madi u should be friends with this guy !! you guys r really similar !! ! ! !" and madi would probably be like "i am so sorry about him . he (noel) is too much let me know if he gets on your nerves too much TT" "

I feel like madi would definitely respect lucero!! even though he doesn't express it as much (especially now that noel attends nrc) madi lovesssss music.. so much. hes a talented vocalist !! but he's kinda insecure since he's been compared to noel all of his life . so i can imagine him asking lucero to give him tips !!

For Graham........................ hmm . Madi doesn't really like . eccentric ? (is that the right word.......) people :( (noel trauma /j) but perhaps if they got to know each other then . madi would definitely see himself in him.......... like . he'd probably want to be friends with him ? idk........ graham so silly and cute . :o

i love ur guys sm btw. . ... . .. :D thank u for sending me a message :D

#twst oc #disney twst #twisted wonderland oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland original character #oc #noel blanchard #twisted wonderland #twst #lucero symphonia #graham von tonic

[frecklystars]

Ken loves you soo much! he takes you on a rollerskating date and tries to impress you by doing cool tricks but doesn't always succeed😔

but you always reassure him that you love him regardless, the same way he would assure you that he does in fact love you. like a lot a lot💗

this is partially inspired by this time I went rollerskating and one of the guys working there like.. slid into the rink all smooth like and just skated away.

I was like eoah🧍🏽ksjsj so I can see Ken see this happen and be like "pfft, no biggie! I can do that too😌" and then falls on his ass😟 but you cuddle him a lot when y'all get home so he's fine<3

sorry if this is.. not what you wanted jshssh I need to go to bed 10 minutes ago but I wanted to sedd something in. good luck with your shift💗

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clover anon my beloved. i need to tell you that this is one of my favorite asks. every time i'm sad i just open my phone and reread this again. i took a screenshot of this when you sent it awhile back bc it makes me laugh so hard. the fuckin "🧍🏽"eoah🧍🏽ksjsj" cracks me uppp and then without a chance to catch my breath you hit me with Ken "and then falls on his ass😟" and then i',m. inconsolable. there are tears in my eyes i am laughing so hard. my god. i have selfishly kept this in my inbox for a month now because it makes me laugh so hard and now it's gonna remain as a screenshot in my photos album because i need to go back and reread it multiple times sldkfjfsldkhfslf

thank you for sending me f/o reassurance back then btw it means everything to me ;-; im going through a pretty difficult time rn but going back and reading this again always sends me. hahah godddd. ive been having difficulty beliving my f/os love me rn especially ken because he is so pure and kind and good and i am just, a crying mess rn and have been relapsing a lot the last few weeks. but this helps. this always helps. you always send me really uplifting and sweet messages and you're such a delightful person. you're in the back of my mind every now and then i'll wonder "how's clover anon doing? hope they're having a good day"

i love u and i hope you're doing well rn and taking care 🥰💙💙

#anonymous #asks #keepsake #💌💐 #🍀 anon #💕 I'll fight for you!! - ̗̀🐎🏖️✨ ̖́- #god the image of ken falling on his ass. kdfjghfdsfdgjh #thats so cool im so glad you got the chance to rollerskate btw!! #there used to be a rollerskating rink nearby and i would rollerskate all the time #and compete in rollerskating competitions #and then it shut down and there's no other place to skate around here LOL