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eidolons-stuff · 3 months
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Wednesday: *behind the wheel*
Yoko: *very concerned* "Do you even know how to drive?"
Thing: *signs* "Trust the process"
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You know I wonder what it would be like to be eaten by a pred who’s also a musician. We talk about preds singing with prey in their stomachs which is great, but what about playing an instrument? As a violist I can’t help but wonder what it would be like for someone resting inside while I fiddle. Would they be able to feel the vibrations of the instrument at all since it’s on my body? And would the sound carry clearly or be all muffled and almost tingly? And what about larger instruments like a cello or bass. Certainly you’d be able to feel the rumble of the strings through the pred’s body because they’re so big and deep. Or how about some brass and woodwinds! Your pred would be breathing in unique patterns and I’m sure their heart would get quite loud, not to mention how cool a trumpet or French horn would sound from inside. And preds who play piano! The way you sit at the bench means the prey will be quite close to the instrument, and would most definitely be able to hear all the unique little breathing cues and rock with the swaying all musicians tend to do. I just don’t see many musician preds and you know what we gotta fix that because the possibilities are endless
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Good Girl Yandere Headcanons pt. 2
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(an optional bit of backstory for this oc)
⚠️ abusive behavior, manipulation, isolation, lack of respect for a child's autonomy and dignity, murder, verbal abuse, mild gore, intentionally traumatizing a child with aforementioned mild gore, isolation used as punishment, human rights violations (i think)⚠️
💋 Good Girl Yandere was raised in an isolated mansion, far away from the rest of the town
💋 Not being allowed to go to any kind of school, she had a tutor growing up, which was the only non-family member she had ever met for a very long time
💋 She was very, VERY attached to this tutor, on account of tutor being the only one in her life who treats her as a person and not as a beloved fragile object
💋 She was very bitter about the tutor's life outside of her, often asking blatantly interrogative questions about their friends and hobbies
💋 Asked on multiple occasions for the tutor to come live with the family
💋 To the point where her parents actually sat this tutor down and offered them a job as a full-time live-in governess
💋 The tutor adored the little girl, seeing her as their little sister of sorts, but had clued in early that there were some serious psychological problems with this family and didn't want to get that involved
💋 Naturally, her parents took the polite, professional rejection personally and as an insult to them and their lovely daughter
💋 So the tutor's throat was promptly slit and her mother took over homeschooling her
💋 Her family's very very overprotective, her mother being the worst
💋 Growing up on the grounds of her family's estate (and never leaving them ever) meant she had a LOT of free time
💋 She used to spend this time climbing trees, until one day when her uncle noticed her from the window
💋 Seeing as he'd just had one of many petty fights with his sister-in-law, he knew he could easily get back in the good graces of her and his brother by "rescuing" their beloved little girl
💋 This, of course, meant storming out there, plucking her out from the branches, and plopping her down in front of her mother
💋 After checking all over her for injuries (and yes, ALL over her), her mother paced in front of her for hours, screaming at her about how stupid that was and how much danger she put herself in
💋 Good Girl Yandere's family worked in some less-than-legal places (how they got their large fortune in the first place), so her mother had access to plenty of pictures of grievous injuries to show her little one
💋 Broken bones jutting out of torn, purple skin, horribly twisted limbs, discolored skin from internal bleeding due to blunt force trauma, the works
💋 Being nine years old, Good Girl is thoroughly horrified, and by the time her mother is finished, she's sobbing and insisting that she'll never climb a tree again
💋 But of course, her mother insisted she needed to be punished
💋 She spent three days, a full 72 hours, locked in a dark closet with nothing but an empty jar and a bottle of water
💋 Being starved and forced to defecate in a jar was an experience that definitely stayed with the little girl, and gave her a strong claustrophobia as well as a desperate fear of her mother
💋 It was the first, and last, time she had ever really gone against her mother's wishes
💋 And when she was finally let out of that closet, straight into her mother's waiting arms, one thing was certain:
Never. Again.
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jinwoosungs · 2 years
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the heat between your legs.
eren yeager x fem.reader
notes/warnings: unedited; modern au; characters are depicted as being in their mid-20s; smut with no plot; minors don't interact
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the man that sat before you was a god among men, and eren yeager knew of that fact all too well.
settling himself on the couch with his legs wide open, you felt the wetness leak between your folds, your eyes hungrily drinking him in. you watched him with neediness, waiting for him to give his first command with your heart racing in anticipation.
eren yeager was all strength and muscles, even his thighs were sinfully sculpted as his erection stood long and proud between his legs. the sheer girth of him and the way the beads of pre cum began to leak from the tip of him was enough to make your mouth water.
you would do anything to be able to worship that beautiful cock.
"strip for me." his simple command was enough to make your knees weak as you shakily nod. you start taking off the flimsy material of your nightgown, feeling shy all of a sudden when you felt eren's penetrating gaze and looked away from him.
"did i tell you to look away?!"
the sharpness in his tone makes you whimper as the heat began blooming against your cheeks. returning your gaze to him, you continue to stare at him from beneath your lashes. once the flimsy material was off your form, leaving your body bear for eren's lustful stare, you kicked the gown away from you and wait for his next command.
he remains silent, pursing his lips before spreading his legs even further for you. a simple snap and gesture at his erection was all it took for you to eagerly fall to your knees and settle yourself between his muscular thighs.
"suck me off."
you begin by pressing gentle kisses against his inner thighs, relishing in the heat between his legs before placing a gentle kiss against his shaft.
it was such a pretty color, too. painted in pale pink hues as the veins were seen pulsating against his impressive length. you bask in his guttural groans and the way he keeps his hands secured behind your head.
"open."
not wasting another second, you open your mouth to allow eren to slide his cock inside your mouth, your gag reflexes automatically making you choke as you struggled to take him in.
yet still, eren was merciless when it came to fucking your face. his groans and hedonistic phrases were enough to make your clit pulse, wanting nothing more than to feel and taste his cum when he finally released.
tears were dotting your vision as you forced yourself to bob your head back and forth, wetting his dick even further as he continues to fuck himself in and out of your throat.
"yeah that's it, baby, taking me in so fucking well. fuck yeah, that's my good girl, you're such a good girl for me."
desperate to have him actually inside of you and fuck you to your heart's content, you sped up your movements and ignore your urge to gag. hoping to finally get a taste of him, you play with the source of his seed, gently tugging at his balls as eren tosses his head back in response.
"fuck, i'm...cumming!" he roars out to you, and you could feel him twitching deep inside your mouth as he shot his seed down your throat.
you pull away from him then, doing your best to swallow every last drop he had given you. his taste was something indescribable, yet you craved him all the same as you made sure to savor every last drop of him.
eren was practically breathless, tilting his head back as he rests against the back of the couch. his pretty cock had softened a great deal as it lay limp atop his balls, appearing just as beautiful without being erect.
still feeling needy for him, you kiss your away up his thighs. you purposely trail your kisses across his happy trail all the way up to his collarbone before settling yourself on his lap.
biting at your bottom lip, you slowly place your naked sex against his limp cock, trying to bring him back to full hardness with your slick. you whimper and begin licking off the sheen of sweat settled against his adam's apple. "'ren, it's my turn. can i please feel good, too? i need you, baby."
he groans, finally looking down at you with his eyes completely dilated due to his desire for you. "'m sorry baby, you're right, it's your turn now."
using his strength, he takes a hold of you and settles your naked body back on the couch. he spreads your legs wide open for him before kneeling down to press his own kisses against your inner thighs, copying your own movements before introducing his middle finger inside of your core.
eren became mesmerized by the way your pussy was desperately trying to take him in, your pretty little flower practically convulsing around him. he decides to tease you a bit, adding another finger before making scissoring motions with them.
"fuck, ren! feels...feels so good nnnn." you didn't care that your wanton moans could be heard throughout your apartment, or the way your hips automatically moved against him, fucking yourself on his fingers as your back arched against the couch.
eren continues his ministrations on your body, allowing your slickness to paint his fingertips in a shiny glow before letting out a growl. he takes his hand out of you, replacing his fingers with his hot mouth as his tongue began ravishing your walls.
"oh fuck, eren...!" you cried out to him, hands automatically sinking themselves into his messy hair as his mouth practically devours you like a starved man. there was no part of you that was left untouched or untasted by eren as he shamelessly swallows your honey sweet arousal.
with just a few more sucking motions, you gasp and spill yourself into his mouth, causing eren to groan. placing one last kiss against your puffy cunt, he pulls away from you and wipes away your slickness from his mouth. the scene was so fucking erotic to you that you found yourself spreading your legs even further for him.
satisfied with how honest your body was, he grabs a hold of your spread legs and tosses them both over his shoulders.
using your cum that still remained on your aching sex as lubricant, eren slowly teases your folds and uses them to grow back into full hardness, making sure all 9 inches of him was standing pretty and tall before he used your walls to milk him dry.
giving you one last kiss to distract you, eren surges forward, immediately bottoming out inside of you as he fully sheathes himself into your slick. just with that first thrust alone, you felt yourself cum as you creamed all over his cock, making eren wince.
"damn, you came already? what a nasty girl you are, creaming all over my cock like that. i haven't even started yet."
keeping you tightly against him in a mating press, eren begins to fuck himself into you, using your dripping sex for his own pleasure as he continues to ram himself in and out of you. the squelching sounds of your walls sucking his cock in with desperation coupled with the sensation of his balls hitting your ass was enough to make your mouth hang wide open.
the saliva was felt sliding out of the corner of your mouth, making eren coo at the gorgeous expression on your face as you were fucked dumb. "does my baby girl feel good? does she like being fucked stupid on my cock like this?"
"god yes, eren eren eren!!! give me more, go f-faster!"
letting out a moan, he pulls himself completely out of you before thrusting back in. his pace was unforgiving and faster now, making you feel equal amounts of pleasure and pain as you were quite literally being fucked into the couch cushions.
using the last bit of your strength, you purposely squeeze your cunt around eren's cock, the friction enough to make his cock grow even deeper inside of you as you allow yourself to cum.
this time, eren could feel your release soaking his cock, and when he saw what looked like a clear liquid running down his veiny length was when he lost it. shoving his erection inside of you, he comes with a shout of your name, painting your walls white as you continued to pulsate around him.
the aftershocks of pleasure were still felt coursing through your veins, even when eren pulls himself out of you. you moan at the loss of him, feeling your legs ache from the sheer force of his lovemaking.
eren drew comforting circles against your inner thigh, still admiring the way your puffy cunt was shining with the proof of both of your respective releases mixed together. returning back to your legs, eren began licking casual stripes up and down your slick folds, the sensation making you hiss as you tried to pull yourself away from him.
"n-no more ren! it's already too much for me..."
you swore he was going to be the death of you when he smirks against your skin all while looking up at you. "i gotta get my princess cleaned. after all, this mess is going to be really uncomfortable if i don't take care of this now."
you were about to offer to take a shower together, only to have your words fall short as eren continues to clean you with his mouth, his tongue seemingly on a mission to clean out all evidence of your respective releases with how deep he was reaching inside of you-
or maybe he was trying to coax another one out of you.
either way, you had a feeling you were going to be stuck on this couch for a very long time.
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a.n.- so uhm, that eren figurine really got me feeling so many emotions and made me so damn thirsty that i knew i had to write this imagine (/ω\)
all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.
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glitch-e-rat · 1 month
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lays on the ground screaming into the dirt because i am loved and i have no idea how to process that so this is what i do all day every day until further notice i guess-
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fishbeanstew · 1 year
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adam’s apple
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genderfluidsgetguns · 2 months
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YOU CSNT SAY FAGGOT IRS HOMOPJOBIC
You are calling me, the faggotiest faggot to every faggot in the history of faggotry, homophobic because I say faggot?
Nice try bud, try again.
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polniaczek · 1 year
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solivagantingrebel · 5 months
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Shout-out to me for almost having the same blood type as Simon 'Ghost' Riley, THE SAME THING HAPPENED WITH HIS BIRTHDAY AND IM LIVID
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it’s theory time!
i reckon after their cry together at the end of the last chapter they will probably have their swan song shag just as a “goodbye” then go their separate ways back to ross and charli but only for a bit.
and as much as i’ve been team ross the entire fic so far, i think it’s practically over between them, especially after matty learnt how much leaving george in lockdown effected him, and eventually matty will go back to george (maybe as a “sorry, let’s get back together and i’ll make it up to you”) which will lead to matty and ross’ heartbreaking moment in belfast :(
So if I understand correctly, the "I love you, and I'm really really sorry" moment between Matty and Ross would be caused by Matty finally making his decision and going back to George.
I mean it makes a lot of sense. What would make Matty go for one or the other definitively, though? Do we have any ideas?
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imwritesometimes · 8 months
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I get so tired of feeling like shit for giving myself "break" days and even weeks at this point. I'm tired of feeling like shit for giving myself a little buffer time after a really bad episode when I know if I didn't I'd end up back in a hospital but I feel lazy for not pushing myself all the fckn time 😞
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akiiyamashun · 2 years
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@sixthxchairman . from here
From the moment the loan shark began to softly drain his lover, he sensed everything twice: there was no mistaking the tension filling his body, his rigidness before the first contact of lips over skin, the way the older one seemed to wish to scream as he was returned to that position of unique vulnerability. The emotions that followed it all enveloped both of them at a mental level - it was impossible to fully separate their souls; Daigo’s torment was also Akiyama’s own now.
And perhaps that had been the final argument that led the younger one to that experiment - just as they had tested how the older vampire’s tattoo reacted to his presence with success (and thus had been able to remove a source of concern and restlessness from their bond), the moneylender wished to work through something else that was undoubtedly more painful: an occasion that for many of their brethren was a celebratory one, and yet for Daigo was nothing short of the worst nightmare of his life.
The reason for Akiyama to engage with everything wasn’t a selfish one - the echoes of the daytime terrors weren’t as severe on him, and the images he sometimes had were confused and distorted, almost as it was a drug-induced hallucination. Had it been any sort of physical threat, chances were he wouldn’t have bothered - Daigo was virtually untouchable; no one sharing their species could ever harm him again. But mentally - and emotionally - he had no such protection and his lover refused to abandon him in that regard.
This new existence - their connection and everything they had achieved together, for Kamurocho (regardless of whether they had helped fellow vampires or humans)... Akiyama had a renewed sense of purpose, all the time in eternity to see countless dreams coming to fruition, but it would all be meaningless if Daigo remained haunted and burdened when he deserved none of it. The loan shark wanted to erase it all - to scrub him clean of the panic, to soothe his desperation, to replace the marks that still scarred his soul with new ones that were made of love alone.
His focus was entirely on Daigo - he fed from him with utmost care, his fangs now having long retreated after creating the necessary punctures and just gently lapping at the blood offered. It wasn’t the same feeling of preying on humans - it couldn’t serve as a meal, but it was so fulfilling for his spirit. It was a uniquely intimate relation, and the venom had more subdued effects than on a living being (Akiyama himself would know, after all) - and from the moment that the ex-yakuza seemed to calm down and rested against the couch, the younger one added a caress to the head he held so gingerly in one of his hands.
It was working - and it made Akiyama bolder, seeking to create a new twin set of marks by biting Daigo again, the digits of the other hand running over the ex-chairman’s arm and taking his fingers to one of Akiyama’s hips, encouraging his mate to just give in. He was safe - Katsura was no more; all that the moneylender wanted was to give his lover new memories, a sense of safety, immensurable affection as he too started to feel the effects of their shared act of love.
Given how the former lifeline of Kamurocho felt warm even after turning, it was more difficult to realize that he was indeed affected by the biting - but the arousal that connected both vampires through their bond was reflected in their bodies, and Akiyama’s hotter frame pressed against Daigo’s with a bit more of urgency, even if his fangs and mouth never turned ruthless or violent - his feeding was a ritual of adoration and worship, and he wished only for his mate to feel cared for. He wasn’t trapping the older one in place - he was shielding the other from anything from the outside world.
“I could do this every night...” he murmured against the other’s skin, sensing that he would need to mark him for a third time soon if he wished to continue; the healing abilities of a vampire kicked in rather efficiently (although the venom slowed somewhat the process) and it was really more an intimate and sensual exchange than anything else. But perhaps it would no longer be necessary - the older vampire felt at peace; their bond devoid of anything but pleasant echoes and desires, “I cannot leave you with a permanent mark, but I can give you as many temporary ones you wish.”
He punctuated his offer with a press of lips over the bite area - and allowed his spine to grow straight again, coming to look at his mate. Given the effects of the bite, Akiyama’s eyes were brighter than usual - the red coloration of his orbs felt more like a new fire than dying embers, and the flushed skin could have been described as feverish by a human doctor. He cupped the face of the ex-yakuza gently, then went in for a kiss - only it lacked the softness of the gesture that preceded the bite. It was a passionate, dedicated one - a true symbol of the depth of his feelings for the co-ruler of the coven.
A promise - Akiyama would erase all traces of Katsura, even if it was the last thing he did as part of his new existence.
“I owe both of my lives to you, Daigo. I wish I had the words to describe how grateful I am for that,” he whispered against the other vampire’s lips a verbal confession, but their link helped convey it all; at any rate - out of the two of them, Akiyama had always been the talkative one, “I’d offer my own heart to anyone else before they try to break yours again.”
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strywoven-moved · 2 years
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i just want to report that today in group , our stand-in clinician ( a 70-something woman who has been working in the field for over 30 years ) , just approached me and said : you know , there’s a lot about psychology to make you jaded. but seeing someone like you - who has the right heart and soul and enough passion for everyone - really makes me hopeful again.
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alounuitte · 2 years
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posted abt this on Twitter earlier but
feelin very weird and disjointed about plurality lately bc I wouldn’t fit any differential diagnosis even tho I strongly believe plurality is a) a harmless form of neurodivergence that doesn’t need to be “diagnosable” to be real and b) not limited to DID/OSDD in the first place
wish it was not making me feel very neurotic and ocd about myself tho!! like those are my genuine feelings but it’s like well, not for YOU though,
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detectiveconnor · 2 years
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currently giggling over a conversation i entirely invented between hank & connor about henry ( @lighthouseborn ) very early on before hank is aware who it is connor is interested in/dating, where hank says, “you and henry ... you flirt”
“Correct.”
“You gonna ask him out?”
“no!” in that knee-jerk, immediate, even-mildly-put-off way
just makes me giggle. that’s all. the way it’s fun and they both enjoy it and yes even sometimes henry will catch connor Looking (it’s his figure), but in terms of 'being interested’: “no!”
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cosmos-kitty · 23 days
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Maybe the real treasure was the boops we made along the way
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