#this is a messy word vomit

[chrrywvea]

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I AM ACTIVELY LOSING IT RIGHT NOW

#this is peak gender envy #nothing will top this #screaming #crying #eating bricks #richard kruspe #rammstein #part ♾ of people giving me unbelievably strong gender envy #the hair #the choker #the suit #the guitar #I AM LOSING MY MIND #mr kruspe sir stop trying to kill us #but also don't stop #do i wanna be him or be with him #he's so hot i can't #bring this look back #sorry for the word vomit #messy tags

[sunnysssol]

Alfred fell for Suzie because he felt like she was the one being whom he could let down his walls for. He was born alone, and he was going to die alone– that was the mindset he's had since he was young. But when he's with her, he doesn't think about hellfire or being damned for all of eternity for desire, or the sins he can never wash from his hands. He loves them because Suzie is familiar. Strong, safe. He doesn't have to worry about geopolitics if he's with her, basically lol. As much as he loves the spotlight, he also, above all, loves his fucking space. Again, he was born alone, and spent so much time being alone that any other way feels odd, somehow. Like he's just playing the fool. But with her, he doesn't have to pull back his emotions, his thoughts. He doesn't have to worry about her judging him even if he knows he deserves it. Instead, when he fucks up, or when he feels especially alone, they take his hand and squeeze it firmly– "We're going to be okay. We'll get back up somehow."

Suzie fell for Alfred because he made things feel possible. Being raised as the youngest daughter of some nobleman or other, Suzie knew early on that their duty to their family prior to being chosen for this job was to marry some wealthy nobleman, maintain his household, give him children, then die. A lot has happened since that little girl left her father's home, but even then, Suzie told themselves that whatever their duty or station in life is, they were going to fight like hell to make it a fulfilling one. She's always been endlessly curious– after a question has been answered, she has at least five more. Suzie wanted to see and experience everything, to have the knowledge, the capacity– the power to make things happen. She's always dreamed of the sky and the stars– and Alfred, with his all-encompassing, boundless optimism and fiery drive to accomplish whatever task he thought was worth the effort, Suzie can't help but feel similarly.

They both make each other discover things about themselves they never would've known otherwise. Alfred had no idea he too, hated the utter lack of complete independence when one's in the spotlight until Suzie told him how they felt about it. Independence to do whatever they wanted, whenever they want. He had no idea he was being so damn scummy until Suzie smacked him with cold, hard facts in the late 80s. He genuinely thought he was doing good things, deluding himself into thinking he was being good. But most of all, he had no idea about the depth of his compassion until she began involving him in her non-official excursions, helping out in communities and such. He loves his people, but just "loving" doesn't really mean anything if he's some kind of untouchable patron saint. Love doesn't mean a damn thing if the one half is unsure about truly returning it and the other is unsure of what, who it's loving. But Suzie was sure. She was always so goddamn sure of everything– and Alfred admires that. Sure, they take a while to make decisions, but they truly take the time to hear all possible reasons, study all possible scenarios, circumventing most problems Alfred would be blindsighted by.

It's definitely not perfect– their relationship has been on the rocks now and again. But the effort, the devotion is there. And, they make one hell of a good team.

#re: amesuzie #oc: susannah knightley #sol's writing #i never know whether to tag alfred in these damn things. a lot of these little analysis blurbs include a lot of him but #yeah LMFAOO #i just felt bad abt talking shit about AmeSuzie yesterday i had to balance it out !!!!!! #oh also! i used a lot of gendered terms on suzie's part but they are non binary still. i'm talking about their girlhood in past tense #apologies if this was messy these are just thoughts !! very word vomit-y #if anyone wants me to elaborate on sth pls don't hesitate to ask and i won't hesitate in shamelessly yapping about my silly otp <33 shhdhd #i'll also probably go back in and edit this a few times as i go but yeeee !!! once again i'm not an expert

[zestyderg]

Absolute gremlin behavior

#fossil fighters #fossil fighters champions #joe wildwest #ff dina #my doodles #take the messy phone doodle #a silly sketch before I post the finished corrupted joe word vomit thing #that is infinitely less silly

[mohabertalan]

Weird things happen in Amity Park.

Strange disappearances, doors that lead to nowhere, faint sounds in the night. And the ghosts. Can't forget about the ghosts.

Who could?

It started barely a year ago during the end of summer. Things seemed normal, until...

Something shifted. Like the entire planet went off axis, begun to spin faster, like gravity failed for a second. Things changed. For better or for worse, no one could tell yet. But the change was felt.

People stopped and stared up at the sky, swearing it was purple for a few minutes. It wasn't sunrise, nor sunset. It was noon. And the sky looked purple, like a deep bruise.

A deep chill sent shivers down the spine of those who noticed. Something was off. Several things were off. It was as if the wind picked up the scent of the dead and carried it to every door, barging into the homes and not letting anyone ignore it.

A faint scream echoed around town, like someone got torn open, like the very fabric of reality got torn open. A gaping wound, a deadly scream of someone... or something.

The shadows grew larger, and horror lurked around every corner whether it be an alley or just a bedroom.

Everything shifted. And death could be felt...

It started slowly. One thing at a time, so people could get used to it. Weird weather patterns, changing colours and tones, wind picking up, cold spots, knocking, noises no one could explain.

Then small blobs of green in your peripheral vision. Black spots, green, purple, blue. Tiny, miniscule orbs in your camera feed. Audio cutting out, TV only airing static, children and animals staring into the corner of the room. The ceiling. The basement. Right behind you.

The first ghosts were barely noticeable. Octopus-like creatures, tentacles, vivid glowing eyes, and always shifting green form. They were everywhere and nowhere, kind of like mist or fog. Like you lit something on fire and the smoke surrounded you. Even when you put the fire out, the smoke remains. Its smell is in your nose. It's already gone, yet still there.

Then things escalated. It was barely September, only a few weeks into the school year when the first "real ghost" appeared. The Lunch Lady or so they called her. Some swore she was real, others just waved a hand.

"You are just imagining things," they would say.

But you weren't imagining things. No one was. And the existence of ghosts soon couldn't be denied any longer.

Inviso-Bill, Danny Phantom, Public Enemy #1, ghost boy, or whatever you wished to call him soon became a really well-known apparition for everyone. It couldn't be ignored any longer.

He was just a child. Barely a teenager if you payed closer attention, with the way he acted and looked. He died so young. You didn't like to think about things like that, but nowadays it was unavoidable. Death lurked everywhere. It came for all, the old, the sick, the innocent, the young. No one was spared. But now you knew what came after.

Public opinion slowly shifted and people began to ignore the signs that something was wrong with the town they lived in. Strange noises during the night? Don't worry, just the house settling. If it was a ghost we would know. The Fentons would know. Phantom would know.

You would know. You got used to it after all.

Weird things happen in Amity Park.

The sky turns purple, the shadows grow larger and sneering can be heard from behind you. A chill runs up your spine as you feel invisible fingers grabbing your arm. You aren't even surprised anymore.

Those who couldn't bear the changes vanished. No one is sure what happened to them. Maybe they ran away from the town while they could, maybe the Ghost Zone ate them up, maybe they got lost in the cracks of reality.

You stay.

After all, you got used to it. Or maybe, while the town changed, you changed along with it.

#danny phantom #oof sorry this is kind of messy? just wanted to write something #some horror-like bullshit? i dunno what to call this lmao #anyway uhhhh dunno what to tag this just a word vomit basically #trying to set a horror-like tone to the entire town #just wrote it #not beta read not checked for typos or grammar errors #basically a word vomit #ask to tag #if it doesnt make any sense its because i refuse to reread what i wrote lmao sorry

[atlas-library]

Thank you so much for your reply💞💞 I'm the anon that asked about if toge talked or not during silly time® I loved the answer so much thank you💞💞

If it's ok for me to ask, I also have another question!! A while back you wrote about how you think he would sometimes "go cold" on other people (and I think it was mentioned in the nsfw alphabet too). Are those depressive/manic episodes? What goes on inside his head when he does that? Is it something that is triggered? Does he even realize he is being cold to other people?

(also, sorry for not replying sooner🙏🙏)

note (after i FINALLY finished writing this post) : GUESS WHO FINALLY FINISHED WRITING THIS!!!! this is probably all over the place, i'm so sorry, but honestly this is taking me so long and driving me crazy so at this point!!! i shall blabber about specific points in other posts rather than trying to keep everything in this one. Enjoy!! :D

making my night once again, anon 😔​💗​ literally never apologise for "not replying sooner", you could have literally never replied and it would have been okay, don't worry you don't have to feel obligated to do anything 💗💗💗

and i'm so glad you're asking this question omg 👁️ i've had this on the back of my mind (and in discord convos) for a while now, i guess it's time to talk about it a bit more 😔✨

listening to nda while writing this because the bass gets to me

okay so, quick disclaimer, i'm not a doctor 👁️👄​👁️ i read articles from google and try to find testimonies from people, but 👁️👄​👁️ which is why, if i say some wrong shit, please correct me, like, genuinely 👁️👄​👁️

cw. inumakis are sketchy, scarification mentioned, child abuse/neglect too, mental health ohgodbuckleup, personality disorders (from cluster b), aspd + bpd mentioned, toge seeks some thrill by jumping off buildings and bridges so that's nice 👁️👄​👁️ ig we can say that's some suicidal ideation/attempt there 👁️👄​👁️

Okay so, we need some background info before we dive in Toge's mind and mental state.

The Inumakis are very secretive, seen as a cult (something that's honestly kinda "wild" in the Jujutsu world because... wym we're kinda a cult but we got this big secretive cult that's more of a cult than us......), and they're basically naturally ominous even when they don't try anything.

The first thing you notice when you see an Inumaki, if they're an Inumaki by blood, is the markings on their cheeks. I personally don't hc them as tattoos, but as burn marks (which then had purple ink rubbed into the wounds) : the Inumakis use scarification as a way of identifying their clan members. Still, it's very specific: you need to be an Inumaki by blood. But your blood is only recognised as Inumaki if your mother is a "pure" Inumaki. (For clarity purposes, we'll use the word "pure" to describe Inumakis by blood).

Toge's father is an outsider who married his mother, a pure Inumaki. Despite his father being an outsider, this makes Toge a pure Inumaki. Toge has a cousin, his uncle's daughter, who doesn't have the markings because his uncle married an impure Inumaki.

INUMAKIS WITH CHEEK MARKINGS

Kanon (Toge's mother)

Kanon's brother (Toge's uncle)

Toge

INUMAKIS WITHOUT CHEEK MARKINGS

Toge's father

The wife of Toge's uncle (Toge's aunt)

Shion (Toge's cousin)

You can also get markings on your tongue, but it only happens if you have the cursed speech. Even then, there are different levels of cursed speech: so far, Toge's cursed speech is the most powerful in the clan. Thus how he got his tongue marking (made by burning as well) at a young age, before he even turned five.

I like to hc his mother, Kanon, also has cursed speech, albeit a lighter version that didn't draw attention and thus let her avoid the branding on her tongue. The more emotional she gets, though, the more powerful it gets (it "leaks"). Gojo experienced it first-hand, although only for a simple command ("Stop").

Toge's mother is, with her husband, the head of the clan. This actually doesn't mean much, Inumakis are very individualistic when it comes to the outside world, but they're very close with their own. They have this entire "us vs them" mentality, something that also leaks out of Toge whenever someone criticises the ways of his family (Maki does it the most). He regrets it instantly whenever it happens, mostly because he disagrees with most of his clan's customs and traditions... it's just his first instinct to separate himself from the person criticising them.

Toge's mother being the head of the clan simply means she's the clan's spokesperson whenever politics are involved; she also gets the final word during meetings, but it doesn't often reach this point. It did for Toge when his cursed speech got dangerous though (when he was barely two years old), and she basically forced the rest of the clan to let Toge stay with them.

(I know I'm talking about his mom a lot but she's very important. 😔)

🍙 small breather 🍙

Kanon, Toge's mother, is pretty much the roots of Toge's mental state. He's a carbon copy of her, physically but also psychologically: they're both strong-minded, resilient, kind and smart— But they're also control-freaks.

Kanon always had Toge glued to her hip, and even though she didn't mind him befriending Shion, his cousin, she clearly only let it happen because it made Toge happy. Kanon loves Toge more than she's loved anyone else— She loves him more than she loves her husband, by a large margin. Toge deserves the best because Toge can do no wrong— He can, actually, but she doesn't care. He's her son, and she'll love him till her last breath of life. When the accident happened and Toge got sent to the school, Kanon's mind broke a little, and she lost some of the control she had over herself during all these years— She became quiet and docile, weak, always hiding in her husband's shadow. Gojo met her that way, even though he knew better than to mess with her.

Kanon's and Toge's minds are so similar it's scary. The only big difference between them is: Kanon learnt how to deal with her chaotic outbursts and recklessness. Meanwhile Toge never learnt any coping mechanism— Mostly because Kanon didn't want to admit he was that similar to her. Thus, the adrenaline Toge is constantly seeking, the reckless behaviour, and the cold shoulders.

Now, regarding your questions about Toge "going cold".

Okay, so, again: I'm not an expert. But, I personally hc Toge has having antisocial personality disorder with comorbid borderline personality disorder... which is basically a ride, and at first glance looks like the literal embodiement of "you go from 0 to 100".

Okay so, this part is going to be a bit messy because the point right now isn't to write a whole essay about how or why Toge would have these PDs, nor to check every box for him to "qualify" as having these PDs; I guess we can call it "random facts that tie in with your questions", in a way. Idk, it's gonna be messy.

Toge has little to no emotional empathy. Let's start off by saying empathy =/= good person, so if you disagree please do some research and if you still haven't changed your mind, do some more research. <3

When I say Toge has little to no emotional empathy, it basically means that he pretty much... doesn't care about people. On an emotional level, at least. For example: Maki could cry and he wouldn't feel anything, perhaps mid-annoyance because her sniffles are too loud (if it were Yuuta, it'd be pretty because Yuuta genuinely looks pretty when he cries. Still though, the sniffles are annoying).

What Toge has instead is cognitive empathy. He may not think you losing your grandma in a traumatic accident is sad to the point of tears, but he's able to understand why anyone would cry at that, and he respects it and even offers you a shoulder to cry on. It actually makes him The friend when you need to vent or cry about something: he won't get emotionally involved, at least not like people with regular emotional empathy do, but he'll still listen (because he's a great listener) and basically ask you what you need most: for him to share your emotional outburst, for him to go on like nothing happened, or for him to hype you up without any of your previous outburst lingering in the room. Since he has little to no emotional tie to most things, it makes it easier for him to adapt to what you need, especially since he won't feel any guilt for not crying with you about your dead fish.

It can definitely make him sound a bit "callous" at times, or make him look like he doesn't care (he does, but in a very neutral, dare I say "monotonous" way)— But he does make sure you're feeling okay. He just doesn't necessarily share your feelings towards most things, or if he does it's really toned down, even for simple things such as joy (but again, it doesn't mean he's emotionless or dislikes you in any way).

Toge is addicted to adrenaline. Part of it is because he needs to feel. Part of it is also because he's used to sacrificing himself (more on that later). And part of it is because he loves the adrenaline rushing in his veins and numbing him from anything.

I've talked about it before, but Toge's a passionate soul, someone who gives endlessly and expects nothing in return— That's just how he is. His curse prevents him from talking, gives him one less way of sharing. And it's frustrating. All of this also ties with his own trauma, the neglect he faced when he was still at the Inumaki compound, of course— But he also seeks danger to cope.

Gojo's often found him on top of a building, or on a bridge, not always jumping but always looking down. Always playing some balance game— A dangerous game Gojo wouldn't even dare call an edgy prank. Toge doesn't think when there's danger, or maybe he does— He thinks about the best course of action, how to protect everyone but him. He's not part of the equation. Not only because he's extremely selfless; also because his only selfishness is putting himself in harm's way.

Toge thinks very little of his life. This entire thread so far doesn't include any significant other (other than canon characters) Toge would have, not because I don't want one included but because it's about his behaviour in general; but I think it's worth mentioning the people who hold Toge dear, whether it's romantically or not.

Toge is too selfless to live, but also too selfless to die. His only selfishness is caused by the adrenaline rushes he seeks.

Toge's a weapon. He's a thorn, an inconvenience, a dead weight people have to endure; he bleeds and makes people bleed, he's the flame that burns moths in the dead of the night. Of course he's helped people before, it's hard to live a life without helping at least one person, whether it's saving them from a collapsing building or helping them cross the street. Still.

Toge can't love, Toge can't allow himself to love. Last time he did, Gojo took him away.

Toge feels, Toge loves, Toge has only known obsession and destruction, yet he takes care of people like he takes care of the school's garden: gently. It's ironic that he's unable to do the same for himself.

He lacks empathy, he doesn't lack feelings but lacks the skills of expressing them, he lacks a stable mind that would make him happy or sad all day instead of happy-sad-sad-sad-happy-happy-sad-happy-happy— His way of showing he cares is by giving, but what else is there to give once you've run out of silly words, run out of gestures, run out of money? His life. So he pushes people away when there's a fight, yells to run, and only when everyone he cares for is safe or gone does he part his lips to bleed enemies: "Die," he spits out, similar to a snake sinking its fangs into its prey. No one needs to fear him, no one needs to see how ruthless he can be— So he gives his life, buys time, hopes that everyone will turn their back on him.

Toge sometimes has "lows" and "highs". What does that mean? From Maki's point of view, that he goes from 0 to 100 very fast. That he's hot and cold. Then again, she wouldn't be (entirely) wrong.

No one knows what triggers a low or a high; Gojo has an idea of the type of situations that would trigger it, but nothing precise. Yuuta doesn't know either, but he gets it— Or at least he tries to. Those two have seen Toge in distress the most, and still don't find much to say about all this.

During lows, Toge stops caring, starts fantasising about acting selfish, yet always chickens out— Again, that's not who he is. He feels a bit down, a bit angry at the world, but nothing a nap can't fix; unless it's a big low. Then, he hides in his room so he can cry and hit his head with his palm, tries to breathe louder than the sounds stuck in his eardrums, spams Yuuta with texts so Gojo doesn't have to catch him jumping off a bridge again.

He hates himself, too. More than usual. And, somehow, that's the hardest part.

Yuuta's had to find the right words too many times, he's had to explain to Toge why he cared so much about him and why he'd never stop caring as Toge was harshly pushing him away (both literally and metaphorically). Maki doesn't always have the patience, and she's already yelled "Okay, whatever!" and left— Only to feel guilty and check on him by the end of the day.

Gojo, similar to Yuuta, doesn't leave either— The only difference is that Gojo doesn't try anything. He'll follow Toge around and will talk about random stuff happening, but won't try to comfort Toge in any way. Toge likes it. Yuuta can be too overwhelming, too caring towards him— Almost too desperate to show his undying affection to the people he loves, and Toge finds it humiliating whenever it happens during a low: it's like Yuuta's pitying him.

Toge pushes people away so he doesn't get hurt. They'll hate him anyway, it won't take long before they fear him or decide he's the worst, even though he tries so hard to always be kind— They'll think he's manipulating them, and Toge doesn't know if it's true or not. Probably to some extent.

So he pushes them away first. This way, he knows why they'll start ignoring him, and he won't have to hurt from it. But... he also pushes people away because he wants them to stay. That's the biggest irony; he'll try to act cold and mean, to hurt them enough that they leave and never come back... because he wants them to stay despite all this. He wants to be loved despite his flaws, despite his curse, despite the fact that he's a thorn and not a rose.

Gojo stays, he's never left. Panda stays, he's understanding. Yuuta stays too, but he's confusing. Maki leaves but comes back, they're two sides of the same coin. Toge has people who care about him, but it's never enough; he's a time-ticking bomb, a mess of a curse.

Maybe he's not kind by nature; maybe the reason he tries so hard to be nice and giving is to hide how deadly he's forced to be.

anyway hope that answers your questions! 😃​

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #toge #inumaki toge #toge inumaki #gojo #maki #yuuta #panda #toge headcanons #atlas posts #atlas writes #atlas headcanons #atlas answers #idek what my tags are anymore #anywho uhhhhhhhh #:D i am not confident with this post #that's like me word vomitting all my ideas and thoughts about the lil guy... #but in a messy way #(kinda) #anyway #😃​ #👀 anon #my beloved <3

[jiminluv]

My take on why Kinn is this quickly interested in Porsche beyond just empty sexual attraction:

(long ass post below)

Porsche is a mess. We know this. I don’t need to explain Episode 2 and even much of 3. He speaks disrespectfully to Kinn and walks around the place like it’s his own house where he can do whatever he wants, mostly ignoring the severity of what his job even is at its core (until he’s faced with a scene like what happened with Mes). Even with Tankhun, Porsche finds himself bored and irritated, even though you’d think he’d be jumping for joy being transferred to a boss who just watches dramas and plays games, meaning Porsche isn’t tasked with beating up debtors or attending intense meetings, parties, etc. where he has to actually *work*. My thought with Tankhun is just that Porsche has zero interest for the entire family and job, even for someone like Tankhun, and Porsche refuses to even comply like a good little body guard with him.

Porsche is a silly guy who’s very expressive, likes to have fun, has no problem with attention on him, and is very affectionate and loving towards those he cares about (e.g. his brother). He’s capable of doing well when he tries (like quickly getting better at the physicality of being a bodyguard during training when he bothers to put effort in), but the catch is that no matter what, he’s working a job doing things he hates. He says this much in Episode 3.

He’s a smiley goofball the entire episode, getting Tankhun out so they can all have fun and party, but only when Porsche is drunk does he reveal the truth of his current feelings of the situation. He never hid his annoyance and lack of desire for his job role, but when drunk is the only time he shared how it made him sad. He’s in a tough situation, powering through for the sake of his family. His coping mechanism is so obviously arrogance and being a mess.

Either way, this comes across as a breath of fresh air for Kinn. Kinn, whose entire staff before Porsche have all been severe soldiers doing what they’re told. Even if Porsche is disrespectful and doesn’t listen, he doesn’t have any actual evil intentions. He’s just ... a little dumb sometimes (maybe a lot). Like Kinn’s father mentioned in Episode 1, it’s easy to buy off body guards who’d do their job well, but Porsche isn’t doing this for the money. Porsche has an admirable reason for doing this job and staying, even if he doesn’t hide how much he doesn’t approve of it himself.

Until Episode 3, we can assume Kinn just found Porsche attractive but more so ridiculous. It’s not until Porsche, albeit being ridiculous, manages to get Tankhun, a man with PTSD, out of the house, something no one has ever really accomplished beforehand (to our knowledge), do I think Kinn realized, “Wow, maybe Porsche can actually do some good.” It’s just not in the way Kinn or anyone else thought. Then they party, and even Kinn is having fun with his body guards, especially even at seeing his PTSD-ridden brother out and having fun, too. Then he and Porsche talk on the dock, and that solidifies it in Kinn’s mind.

I think in that moment, Kinn understands that, yes, he’s definitely attracted to Porsche physically, but their kiss in that moment is not physical, at least in my opinion. It’s the moment, the open discussion, the mood, the drinks, etc. that just makes Kinn think, “I want to kiss him.” And that’s that. Sometimes, people just kiss. But then we learned in Episode 4 that Kinn doesn’t just kiss anyone, and other character dialogue alludes that Kinn only kisses those he genuinely feels something romantic towards. If he was able to kiss people he was attracted towards, he’d be kissing the guy he hooks up with (assuming Kinn is attracted to him, but come on).

This isn’t a high school or college story where it takes 12+ episodes to even get a lingering peck, where the kiss is some long-awaited reward for watching some drawn out relationship build up over the course of the entire show. For one, Porsche has been at this job for at least one month, as per Episode 3. We can assume plus a few more weeks now considering his arm wound is fully healed. Teens and young adults can move fast, though that’s not typically shown in shows. Adults definitely can move fast. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I definitely believe in infatuation at first sight. Many relationships in the real world begin with basic attraction, both physically and/or mentally, and then love comes later (as well as respect, understanding, and all of these other positive things).

Kinn most definitely doesn’t feel love for Porsche (yet). It began with basic physical attraction, then once Kinn got to know him a bit more from his actions and drunken admittances, realizing that Porsche is really just a good guy with good intentions who’s had a shitty life—Kinn likely sees himself in Porsche, maybe as someone Kinn wishes he could be more of (like more innocent and affected by the darkness of the world he lives in. Kinn doesn’t have that luxury, like he says to Porsche in Ep. 3). I think that’s part of it, as well as that Porsche is just likable. He can get away with his antics, because like I said, nothing in him is evil. The other body guards like him (besides Big), Tankhun has fun with him, Kinn’s father accepted him in quite easily—Porsche just has an infectious personality (he’s adorable). Wrap all of these things together and you get Kinn falling for him, no matter in what way you’d call it. It’s deeper than just empty sexual attraction, and that’s been proven in many ways.

Beyond everything I just wrote, there’s the situation of Porsche being kidnapped by Vegas and Kinn yelling at his body guards to check the cameras, find Porsche ASAP, and then leave them be the moment they find Porsche. Think about how powerful Kinn is in his position and even the way he carries himself with such confident surety. His body guards stand when he enters the room. Yet he didn’t even flinch when Porsche threw up on him after being drugged. He stripped both himself and Porsche down and fully prepared to help Porsche shower and go to bed—Kinn would not do this to anyone else. Not at all. Kinn is very quickly developing deep feelings for him, though as of right now, I wouldn’t call them romantic. Not yet. It’s interest. It’s attraction. It’s desire to know and feel more. Obviously, this eventually turns into romantic feelings, which to me, is quite realistic.

#I word vomitted this im sorry if it's messy #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series

[ahurumustdie]

writing to my dad has proven interesting, because it's been two pages of word vomit about how i've been and what i'm doing with my writing and my art, and has he been reading? are the books in prison good or is it just whatever he can get? does he want to hear about my friends, because i'm going to tell him their names and what they've been up to and that i'm going to try and visit them again this year- and did he hear about how i met my favourite band? probably not, because we don't talk often (ever) because of me (it's complicated), but something about a pen and a notebook knocks down my filter - we both know these hands were made to write and i'm never more honest than when there's a pen in my hand, and does he know i miss him too? because i do. because i wrote a poem 2 years ago about deleting his phone number and i re-read it yesterday and it hurt because i don't want to delete his number anymore. absence makes the heart grow fonder, or maybe i've just grown up. does he know i love him? because i love him, and i know he loves me and maybe that's all that matters in the end.

#poem #or word vomit that turned into a messy poem #my poetry #my writing

[attemptinghaikyuu]

Thinking of a soulmate au where Tanaka and Amanai are bound by red string

Amanai is instantly swept up by Tanaka and knows that even when he moves away she wants to be with him, and when she meets him again it seems like fate!! So she confesses.

And she feels like she’s falling apart.

Tanaka does love her- But it’s not romantically; he’ll always want her around (now that they’re together again) but the person he wants to be with is Kiyoko

Amanai doesn’t want things to end there, how could she? That’s her soulmate. The person who she’s always wanted, who she’s been told by movies and books, her friends and family-that she is supposed to fall in love with and stay in love with

How can Tanaka not love her?

It’s a question she has to beat down, over and over now that the two are together. A question she can’t ever let into her heart, because she’s worried it could hurt it too much.

She honestly doesn’t expect an answer to her question. How can Tanaka not love her? Most of the time she’s too busy to think. Workouts, training, volleyball matches. They take up so much of her that the ache that used to be so prevalent in it’s pain, dulls to a comforting thump.

It’s a wonder when the pinch of hurt transforms into a flutter of warmth.

A new story unfolding, taking over her one of heart ache.

She doesn’t think anything special is happening when it starts. You’re a new friend. One who’s fun to hangout with and who’s always ready to lend a hand if she needs it. So a really sweet friend she’s fond of.

Amanai doesn’t really realize she’s forged her way into being in love. Not when you help her when she’s sick, or when she’s near tears and you tell a terrible joke that makes her laugh instead, or when you and her watched the sunrise together. It wasn’t any one of those times. It wasn’t until her heart caught on fire, that she’d realized all the kindling that had been left behind to catch and become a blazing fire.

It was so small. You’d fallen asleep on a train ride home. Right on her shoulder. She couldn’t tell you where the two of you had been before that train ride. But she could remember every detail of that ride. She’d been set ablaze from that moment onward.

The warmth rushing her heart was something she’d forgotten. It’s a burn she’s not sure she should do anything about. In the past, telling the person she liked about her feelings had ended poorly. So against her will, the past puts its insecurities at the forefront of her mind.

She doesn’t have to decide though. Not when you tell her you like her after a big volleyball match.

And it’s incredible, her heart is doing flip after flip- and it’s seems like there’s an endless loop repeating your words in her head.

She’d helped score the winning points and afterwards you’d met up with her, she’d smiled when your eyes met. You were so excited and even though it was her that’d scored and had been screaming over the win, a huge contrast to her usual quieter personality, she’d felt all that excitement double into a bright ball of happiness now that you were here smiling and yelling with her.

After you’d both calmed down you threw your arms around her and held tight, as you told her what you thought of her.

She was pretty sure she’d stopped breathing.

She was never expecting an answer to her question like this.

How could Tanaka not love her?

Well, how could she love you so much, that she could forget about one of the biggest volleyball matches she’d had in her carrier as she brought her lips to yours for a quick kiss.

How could her red string of fate have told her she’d want to do this with Tanaka, when all she could think of was you.

She understood her string was just platonic now. And she was completely fine with it.

Because she had an answer to her hearts question,

And it was you.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu thoughts #amanai kanoka #amanai x reader #sorry had to write about women today #also this is messy sorry not sorry #soulmate au #hq fluff #mostly just word vomit HA #hope someone enjoys regardless

[kimio7]

thinking intensely about aus where brocedes didn't now each other from the start but still the universe brings them together. would it have worked then? if they met at a different time, a different person?

#brocedes #i have a couple of more specific thoughts but its messy #my f1 friends are not into this stuff so im just word vomiting occasionally #kimio7xt

[carnivorarium]

MICAH AND YQ.....

#* OOC #tenkoseiensei #* I'M A DERANGED STICK FIGURE MEME RN GODDDD #* THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS!!! BROS!!!! #* I WANT TO WORD VOMIT AB HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO MEEEEE BUT BREAK TIME'S ALMOST OVER #* JUST.... they have such different backgrounds n cultures they come from but they get each other #* they completely get each other in the rawest and most vulnerable way #* they're both basically just living ghosts; fighting to exist when that gift wasn't really given to them #* choosing to say 'i'll remember you' and mean it and cling to it #* WEH (sound of me sobbing like a baby) #* fuck me UP i live for these kinds of bonds!!!!! it's a good friendship but also so messy and hard to describe #* AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT EVEN BETTER! #* i also just want to hold yq like a little sopping wet kitten... he itches my brain so well tsun ur a genius

[nightgeist]

fuck cancer.

i’m not a dsmp fan, but I watch some youtubers who were in it. and i remember seeing technoblade in their videos all the time; winning games with jschlatt, fucking around with wilbur soot, all the SMPLive shenanigans. and i regret never getting into his individual channel quick enough due to life doing what its good at: distracting me from things I want to do. but this happened so suddenly.

while I cant say much about technoblade due to mainly seeing him in others videos, i can say he is really funny and inspires so many people. his videos seem to be enjoyable to/make my boyfriend happy, and that’s already something for me to be grateful for, as his happiness means the world to me. but, when he first released his video announcing he had cancer, i... really looked up to his response to it all. despite getting such a scary diagnosis and facing the symptoms and uncertainty, he still was able to continue to joke and stay decently positive, and kept doing what he loved doing. It really inspired me as well. i know if i was in his place i wouldn’t have been able to do anything close to that; it takes lots of bravery to face something like cancer head on while still being you and trying to stay positive. i saw some of his updates in between too and each time he still seemed to be trying his best to continue doing his best even when things weren’t looking as good as before. i admire his courage for that, and i always will.

even though i haven’t seen a ton of his content, i already know he’s a legend in the minecraft community and in the content creator community in general. he deserves the fanbase he has and more, and it made me cry quite a bit watching the video his father released today about his passing. even in dying, he still was able to joke a little bit in the video title and his message, and with post-death merch. even in dying, he still felt dedicated enough to his passion and fans to write a message to them just hours before it. i’m usually good at holding emotions in, but that broke me and i couldn’t stop crying for a bit, i’m even tearing up now. i can’t imagine how his family feels, and i wish them the best,

technoblade was not only a legend on youtube and the minecraft fanbase, but also a huge inspiration to so many in so many ways, and even i can say he inspired me. he also seemed like a good friend and was great at what he did. despite his diagnosis, he didn’t give up, he didn’t let it take away his passion until the end, and he continued to care about his friends and fans the whole way. his courage is amazing to me, for sure. i’m disappointed i didn’t watch more of his videos before he left, but i still plan to watch more of his individual content.

you’ll definitely be missed, technoblade. you left an impact on a lot of people and you definitely left this earth too early. rest easy and thank you for your courage.

take care of yourself, guys. sorry for the essay, i’ve been highly emotional all day for some reason and hearing this just made me kind of overflow. as someone who has several family members who passed from cancer, FUCK CANCER. FUCK IT.

goodnight guys. whether you have watched technoblade and know what i’m talking about or not, whether we’re mutuals, one-sided followers, or neither, i love you guys. 

#word vomit #this is very jumbled and messy im sorry #ive been so emotional all day from several things and my words arent working #technoblade #tw cancer #tw death #rip technoblade

[abyssruler]

WAIT WAIT THE REINCARNATION THING WAS YOUR FIRST WORK ON TUMBLR???? thank you for blessing this hellsite

yes it was!! and thank you kjsksjsjs been lurking on tumblr and decided to make a blog for the numerous ideas i have in my head!!

#and i have A LOT #drafts and word vomit and snippets that i didn’t wanna post on ao3 #cause it would be too messy #on another note #if yall wanna see my albedo fic come check out my ao3!! #asks #anon

[seokshinedk]

This was not a very productive day…but we shall try again tomorrow. I have no choice either way

#text #my mind refuses to do this take-home exam… #mostly because it feels like we’re just regurgitating the info back to our professor #and not actually interacting w/ the content….this class has just been like. infodumping of a lot of content lmao #but I think I just need to force myself to type everything out and word-vomit at least and finetune it later… #so much going on/due next week…Monday night I’ll be meeting my voice clients #& since they’re both new to the clinic I’ll be doing diagnostic testing…it’s gonna be a rlly long day #I do not feel prepared to do voice assessments in the slightest #so I will be using my friends as guinea pigs for practice this entire weekend lmao #voice clinic has been messy so far since it seems like our supervisor is spread thin between working in her own practice then our clinic #and raising her kids….. #I need to remind her to upload the paperwork for one of my clients again… #my other two fellow cohort taking it w/ me plan to also practice w/ each other so hopefully we feel better on actual dx day lol #I’m just praying it goes well for all of us🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼..

[miscellaneousqueer]

dumb resolutions i’m making bc it’s February and i’m sick of my life

take a walk in the rain

shower whenever i’m stressed

eat more fruit

just try a little more

care a little less

get better at eyeliner

eat more bread

cry a little less

or maybe cry a little more

read something that makes me happy

stretch more

do something stupid

like cut my own bangs

rage quit one of these

#everything is messy #and it should be #word vomit #<3

[reiderwriter]

Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress pt. 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: After a hot encounter in your car, Spencer pulls you inside your apartment hoping to give you some more relief from the heat.

Genre: Smut, with very little plot and some fluff as an appetiser. MINORS DNI

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, soft Dom, oral (M receiving), pet names, degradation, face fucking, messy sex, creampie, breeding kink (contraception mentioned), also they have sex literally against the readers front door but I don't know how I'm supposed to add a warning for that...

Word Count: 2.4K

Here's Part 1 and my Masterlist!

A/N: Welcome back! I have a week off from work and no plans for at least four days, so I'm going to be writing a lot this week, so if anyone wants to be added to a taglist pls reply and let me know! My requests are open, too. For now this mini-series is complete, but I might write a third part at some point with the shower scene. Let me know what you think!

The small moment of silence after feeling yourself die a small death in Spencer’s hands is possibly the clearest your mind has been all week. You felt the fatigue melt away from your body as you relaxed into the car seat, knowing that the man who had once again taken to tracing his fingers in small shapes on your thigh, was absolutely going to take care of you.

As he pulled up to your apartment, however, your mind started working all over again, and you cleared your throat ready to start possibly one of the most awkward conversations you’d ever have in your life.

“Thank you for dropping me off.” You opened, not really sure where you were going, but praying that the car stopping didn’t signal whatever this was between you and your coworker stopping as well.

“Y/N, it’s your car. I didn’t drop you off, I practically commandeered you.” He smiled at you now, with that soft, tender smile you’d so often wished to have directed at you and only you.

“So,” you start, your hesitation shaking your voice slightly, “were you serious about joining me in that shower? Because that is absolutely something I need right now, by the way.” You almost curse yourself for how much your vomiting out the words, but the smile never leaves Reid’s eyes as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“You need the shower or you need me to join you?”

“You know, before today, I’d never have pegged you as such a fucking tease.”

“And I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who begged your coworker to finger-fuck you in the office on full display for your friends to watch, but I guess were both learning a lot about each other today, right?”

“I did not beg.” You stared at him indignantly, finally unbuckling your seatbelt and rearranging your dress and panties so that the walk to your apartment would’nt be too uncomfortable.

Jumping out of the driver side, Spencer quickly joined you at your door as you stepped out of the car, closing the door and pushing you up against it, his hands firmly holding your waist now as he pressed his forehead against yours.

The moment was so intimate you almost forgot how to breathe, but the giggle that jumped from your stomach forced air into your lungs just as his lips curled up into a more playful smile as he responded to you.

“You didn’t beg with your words,” he emphesised the end of his sentence with an innocent kiss to your cheek, pausing to add “but we work as profilers.” Another kiss, this time to your other cheek. “And I’m very good at my job.” This time he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

It was so totally unlike the desperate kisses you shared in the elevator that you were thrown off your guard for a minute and would’ve absolutely lost your balance had he not been there holding you up against your car. Where his earlier kisses had been hot, purposeful and full of need, these were almost deliriously slow. You felt him smiling into the kiss as his hand moved up to cup the back of your head, pushing you further into his embrace as you gave each other everything you had.

When you finally pulled back, gasping for air but grinning like fools, he quickly pecked you on the lips again before slipping his hand into yours and pulling you along into your own home. He unlocked your door, threw down the keys and immediately had you pushed up against it, his hands back in your hair as his mouth made its way along your neck, as if he didn’t want to leave any spot untasted, undiscovered.

“Spencer,” you moaned into his embrace, but he did not relent, finding a specifically sensitive spot at the nape of your neck and devoting all of his worldly attention to it.

“Spencer, do you remember when we met?” You breathed out, needing to force the thought out before you lost the chance. He hummed a quick affirmation against your neck, but didn’t pull away, like a child reluctant to part from their favorite toy.

“Spencer, please,” you laughed and finally managed to force him to look into your eyes, your bodies still pushed together at the hips, as if the physical contact was tethering him to the moment.

“Yes, Y/N, I remember. I remember everything, that’s my thing. Now can we continue this, please.” He dropped another kiss to your lips and lingered there for a moment too long as if to punctuate his thought.

Rolling your eyes, you continued. “I tried to shake your hand, and you gave me that speech that you give to everybody about germs and bacteria and whatever and then you said it’d be safer to kiss.”

“What’s your point, princess?”

“The point is that the very second it came out of your mouth, I wanted you to do it. Kiss me, I mean. I wanted you to do this, to pin me against a wall and make my heartbeat ten times faster than it already does, and, yes before you say anything, I know that would be incredibly dangerous for my health, but you are Spencer. You are the most dangerous thing that has happened to me, and I love you so fucking much.”

He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t resume your activities either. You just stood there together in companionable silence, breathing each other in. As if breaking himself out of a daze, he finally dragged one finger down your cheek, taking all of you in before replying.

“I love you. And I’m not good with words or talking so I need you to let me show you that I love you. Can you do that, Princess?” You eagerly nod, your hips rolling forward unconsciously, as if your body suddenly remembered what the two of you were there to do.

He pulls your leg into him, letting the entirety of his body push up against you, as you feel the physical manifestation of his desire for you for the first time. He returns to your neck again, but pushes your leg up higher, so he can nestle as deep between you as he can get. You let your hands trail down his body, making quick work at the buttons of that tantilising shirt, and when he comes up for breath, you don’t allow him a moment to move back in before you’re on his neck.

The sweat sticking to his skin tastes salty as you kiss and lick your way from his jaw to his collar bone, pushing his shirt down his back so you can go further down. His throaty moans are the only sounds filling the room as he rocks his hips into your thighs, desperate for friction of any kind.

Although he’s reluctant to let you go, he’s almost relieved when you finally drop to your knees and make short work of his belt, still no further into yout apartment than your welcome mat.

“God, I’m so glad I get to keep this memory of you on your knees for me forever, Princess.” He smooths your now messy hair away from your face as you pull the tops of his pants down just enough to reach into his underwear, too eager to worry about fully derobing him. When his cock finally springs out of his pants, you’re hands are on it immediately. You press small kisses on the tip and sides, your hands moving down to his base as you work your way up to kitten licks, teasing the man slowly.

“Such a little whore for me.” You know from the change in pet names and the tightened grip on your hair that he’s growing impatient, and so you finally take him into your mouth, slowly, making sure to breath through your nose as he moves closer and closer to hitting the back of your throat.

When you get as much of him inside your mouth as you’re able, you start slowly bobbing your mouth up and down, one hand on his thigh maintaining your balance, and the other making sure the rest of his impressive length doesn’t feel neglected.

“Fuck, yes, Just like that baby. You’re doing such a great job,” he moans, but he’s getting impatient again, and you pull off his cock quickly, sticking out your tongue and giving him the permission to use you the way he needs.

“Such a good girl for me,” he says, pulling your hair into place with one hand, whilst the other pumps the base of his cock and pushes it back into your mouth, ready for him to use you like the little slut he knows you are.

“Just breath through it, Princess, you’re doing so well for me.” He starts thrusting into your throat, slowly at first, but quickly building speed like a man deranged, whose only hope at solace is spilling himself into the back of your throat. You do your best to keep your jaw relaxed, and honestly he’s impressed by how long you last, but when you finally start gagging, he’s seeing stars and his groans are having a notable effect on you.

You’re soaking now, so desperate for friction and contact you briefly consider pulling his leg into you and grinding yourself against his shoe, desperate for another release. You know he’s getting closer to his own, when he loosens his hold on your hair and let’s it fall down again, his hands pushing against your front door again as he braces himself.

“God, Princess, look at what you do to me,” he moans as he finally pulls you off of him, your face covered with a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum, a whole lot of which is still trailing between your lips and his cock as you look up at him from beneath hooded eyes.

“Spencer, please,” you shudder and try to catch your breath, as he hits the head of his cock gently against the side of your face, marking you again in the places his lips touched you earlier.

“Please what, Princess? You have to use your words.”

You catch your breath again as his tip traces your bottom lip, gathering some more of your mess.

“Please fuck me, Spencer.” It comes out as a whimper, and he’d almost feel bad if he weren’t so fucking turned on right now, looking down at your innocent face, slick with saliva from choking on his dick. He pulls you up quickly, grabbing at your hips, pulling the bottom of your dress over your ass and ridding you of your panties in one movement.

“So fucking wet for me, my special baby.” He whispers tenderly, pushing your upper body into the door and pressing a small kiss just behind your ear.

He presses himself against your slit, teasing your senstive spots by stroking up and down the length of your pussy until you're dizzy with need and shaking in anticipation. Just as you’re about to scream in frustration and push back on him yourself, he thrusts himself entirely into you, and you are once again breathless.

Your mind goes blank as he pushes into you, gaining a steady rhythm as he whispers praise into your ear.

“You’re taking me so well baby, so fucking good, like you were made just for me.” You feel yourself clench around him as his breath tickles your still sensitive neck, and each time you do you're rewarded with the sweet tones of his groans in your ears.

His hands find their way down to your clit as you beg him for more, unable to form words, but the pants and whimpers you’re letting out supplying him with enough to know that you’re close to the end of your tether.

“Where do you want me, baby?” He asks, his strokes getting slower and somehow even deeper as he does his best to prolong your shared bliss.

“Don’t pull out,” you groan without even thinking. You don’t want to let him go but in this position you cant wrap your legs around him and hold him close so you have to muster up the strength to tell him what you need.

“Oh fuck baby, you want me to fucking cum inside you? Want me to breed you like the little fucking whore you are? Every word drove you crazy, the weight of his body pushing you against the door providing delicious pressure as he drove into you.

“You want everyone to see how good I fuck you? Show everyone how much you like having my cum inside you?” The wet slaps of your skin colliding with each thrust fill the room as your mouth fails to form a reply, your orgasm hitting you as soon as the word inside forms on his tongue.

You shudder around him as your eyes roll back in your head, his fingers on your clit rocking you through it as he keeps up his pace.

“Fuck, that’s it baby girl. Gonna fill you up now, gonna keep you filled from now on,” he moans, and with a final snap of his hips he’s buried inside of you letting his cum flow directly into your unprotected pussy.

You stay like that for a two minutes, panting and gasping for breath, your dress completely stuck to your body, and his pants still stuck around his ankles.

When you both finally catch your breath, he pulls out of you and turns you around, pulling you in for another tender kiss and just holding you for another minute before pulling you further into the apartment.

“Just so you know,” you eventually manage to push out. “I’m on the pill.”

“I know. I saw the pills when we shared that hotel room on the Denver case a few months back. It was still fucking hot though.”

You shared a laugh, almost embarrassed by how much the two of you had wanted each other. You make a bee-line for the bedroom, almost desperate for sleep after your vigorous activities, but Spencer paused as you passed the bathroom.

“You know,” he laughs exhaustedly, “we never did make it to the shower.”

“In due time, Doctor. In due time.”

----X----

🏷️ @spenciesprincess

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #mgg #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fic #maturereiding #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

[theroyalyandere]

smutty yandere dilf! emperor? 😍😍 reader is like a servant or something jsjsjsjs

yandere!dilf!emperor x female!servant!reader smutty 18+

cw: dark content, child neglect, alcohol abuse, breeding, inappropriate touching, jealousy, torture, dub-con, mentions of pregnancy and lactation

a/n: to people who see this post, don't like? then don't read

imagine attending as a servant to the emperor who was taken by grief with the lost of his wife

you notice how he drowns himself in alcohol leaving his work to the butlers and other lords

even neglecting his only child, who you can see was sadden by the situation of losing their mother then their father to drinking

the emperor was too drunk to pay attention to you, although you are mostly the one who takes care of him because you tolerate anything that comes into your way

whether he throws a fit or vomit all over, you chose to endure it because of necessity

whenever you have time for yourself, you often find the young child of the emperor all alone, playing by the gardens or at their mother's empty room

the servants and guards attending to the child or passing by would look at the child with pity in their eyes thinking they are going to be doomed for life

having enough of seeing the sad prince/princess, you took it upon yourself to take care of them

you approached the child who was wary but eventually warmed up to you

days went by and the young prince/princess would often follow you like a duckling to it's mother

you adore the little kid and everyone can see it, the smile coming from the prince/princess was enough to make anyone's day bright

the news of his own child being fond of another person reached the ears of the emperor

he was in the middle of throwing a fit when you did not attend to him

the poor guard assigned to him had to inform him how you are currently attending to the his child which explains why you are late

he got a little sober and asked to show where you are

he soon dressed a little more decently albeit still smelling like alcohol and his appearance messy, he still went to find you

the guard lead the way until the emperor comes into a view where you are playing with the prince/princess along with a couple of servants

he watches at how loud his child's laughter are and the glow of your face

he feels his heart beat as if he has fallen in love again

you were nudge and turn to look at the emperor gracing you with his presence

you immediately stop tickling the young child and bow to him

words of apology came out of your lips profusely, stumbling over your words as you look down fearing for the worst

he only asked you to stand up and inspects you

your doe eyed stare makes his insides turn into mush

the young prince/princess turning to you pulling your hand to play again

the emperor looks down at his child who hid behind you from being unfamiliar with their very own father

he kneels down at the level of his child, it pains him how terrible he must've been for neglecting the sweet child his dead wife left behind

he apologizes for his behavior and promises to be on his best

the emperor saw how the little boy/girl would look up to you asking for approval to which you gave them a nod

the kid reluctantly agrees

he then turns to you apologizing and thanking you for taking care of the little one

since that day, it changed the way he looks at you

there's constantly a guard by your side especially when you are with the young child

the emperor keeps an eye on you at times

monitoring your routine

sending gifts and goods to your way

his obsession worsens day by day

he would slowly began to show interest with you

the emperor would drop his bad habits hoping you would see him in a different light

he does want to change but he can't the itching of his mind and hands to be on you

he quits alcohol and now you are his new addiction

he spends more time joining you and his only child

to sneakily get closer to you, learning about your interests and background

it makes him fall deeper in-love with you

his advances would become obvious to everyone, everyone except you

too focused on your duties to even noticed the emperor following you like a puppy

he grew even more jealous and would often take people secretly to torture

the next time you encounter those people, they would only scurry away than interact with you which places you in an odd position

he tunes it up even more through 'accidental' touches

he figures that he loves it when he's close to you, inhaling your scent almost delicious enough to taste you

he's hoping to get more so he permanently assigned you to him when you are not spending time with his child

his company intimidates you as you always feel his heated gaze

eyes scanning down from your head to toe, licking his lips while doing so

the emperor would often cage you in his arms or simply grabbing you by the waist

you get surprised everytime he does

when he couldn't handle it anymore he pins you in place and asks if you can't see how much he's pining for you

you shake your head no and he grins

"I will show you how much I want you to be mine."

he starts kissing you, making you whimper in the process

he makes you wrap your arms around him

kissing you so roughly almost taking your breath away

he rips your dress off making you yelp but he does not break the kiss

the emperor's hands would reach over to rub his palms over your skin

his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps and you feel heated

he breaks of the kiss and his lips travel south to suckle on your nipples

he plays with your breasts, teasing them and pinching them

he chuckles as he hears your whines

"patience, wouldn't be lovely if your lovely breasts swell with milk after I filled you with child?"

his words surprises you, making you worry but your mind is overtaken by lust

"yes please my emperor."

you say sultrily successfully seducing him with a sentence alone

he gets you and him naked

he feels how wet you are for him but decides that it isn't enough for him to let you accomodate to his size

so he scissors your walls with his fingers, rubbing and thrusting until his palms feel your clit

you whine and thrash around as you feel pleasure all over

back arching as he sings praises for how you're doing so well for him

you take the pleasure he gives you and soon comes undone with his hands

he pulls his hands out of your sore pussy, then brings his slick coated fingers to your lips

"open your mouth and suck it."

you comply and suck and lick slick of your release on his fingers

you taste your arousal making you clench your thighs which does not go unnoticed by him

he positions his body between your legs, grabbing you to feel you even closer

he looks down at you with lust

thrusting into you without warning

he groans at the tightness surrounding him almost rendering him motionless with how you squeeze his cock

he starts to thrust slow then suddenly went fast

you moan loudly as he fucks you hard

eyes rolling back to the back of your head

your brain shutting off from the stimulation you are receiving

he rams his cock into you with no mercy, overstimulating your clit in the process

he groans out that he is going to cum he rubs your clit with his thumb

fucking you even harder as you squeal

he thrusts so fast until he cums with a loud groan by your ear

you have your second orgasm with him filling your womb with his seed

he pulls out to see how his cum drips, he pushes it back with a thumb letting you moan a little softly

He cuddles you and you snuggle right back

You immediately fall asleep with exhaustion

he whispers in your ear that you are going to be his and his only

the emperor is determined to make you take the seat of the queen to raise his children and be his wife

he wants you to swell up with his kids marking you as his

for now he let's you rest and those plans with be continued for another day

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #royal requests #yandere #yandere emperor x reader #yandere smut #fem!reader #yandere x fem!reader #female reader #yan smut #yandere dilf #yandere emperor #yandere dilf x reader #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #tw dark content