#i also hate things constantly going wrong

[penelopehere]

How They Became Demon Hunters HCs With Huntrix

Rumi

Her backstory is partially explained in the movie, and I built my own headcanons of how her parents met in another one of my post

However it’s very clear that she was raised by Celine to hate her demon side, wanting to hide and even destroy it from a very young age

She was constantly pushed towards being perfect in every aspect of her life, whether that be in sparring, singing, social skills etc

This was all done in the hopes of eventually getting rid of her marks and protecting the world

However, she also thought that being perfect would make up for the fact that she was a mistake

Despite not knowing exactly how her mum died, I believe she would still blame herself; thinking that being half demon brought misfortune to her mum

In regards to her father, she just pictured him as an evil figure that managed to trick her mum and never considered the fact that he may have been a good person

She would also be homeschooled and sheltered for most of her life, any public appearances done purposefully in order to build her life as an idol

Because of this she would be put on a lot of korean variety shows and do interviews when she was a teen in order to get public support early

On the side, she would also train and even hunt demons with Celine so she would be strong enough to lead the next generation of hunters

However the feeling of loneliness would constantly consume her since she had no one that could understand her life as a half-demon, and she didn’t have any genuine friendships at this point

Celine would notice this and tried to reassure Rumi that this was all for the greater good, and that the hunters were all she ever needed

However, this only worked to a certain extent

Eventually though, Celine would introduce Zoey to Rumi for the first time

Rumi finally felt like she could let her guard down a little, instantly bonding with the other teenage girl

She still felt insecure about her demon blood, and Celine warned her to not reveal anything about that side of her so she wouldn’t lose her new friend

So Rumi stayed silent, not saying anything about her heritage even after Mira came to join the group a few months later

Rumi vowed to do whatever it took to protect the world, even if that meant lying to those she loved

Mira

Similar to Rumi, Mira would most likely also be a legacy

However the difference being that not everyone in her family had hunter abilities, so a lot of them had no idea what demons even existed

This was further emphasized by the fact that most of her relatives that did carry these powers were deceased or estranged

Because of this, Mira always felt like the odd one out and never truly knew what made her so different

She tried to express how she felt through her clothing and artworks, but her family- being rather strict- didn’t appreciate her creativity

They refused to listen to her, causing Mira to act out in many ways

She often spent late nights outside by herself, doing whatever she felt like

From this she would spot her first demon, sucking the soul out of someone until they died

She didn’t know how to react, not fully understanding what she was seeing

Once she managed to snap out of her fear she would go to check on the victim, only to find the body was no longer there

From there she would just run, not knowing when to stop until she subconsciously came all the way back to her house

She wanted to scream and tell her parents what happened, but the moment she walked through those doors she realised they wouldn’t believe her and that she was truly alone

She would carry this fear with her as she got older, not truly knowing if there was something wrong with her brain and making her see these things

Sometimes she would try to fight the demons she saw, rarely succeeding due to her lack of proper training

She had to constantly see people because of this, traumatizing her even further

One day however, she was listening to a song and began singing, not noticing the demon in front of her until it began to get repulsed by the music and ran away

She tested this out the next time she found one, blasting the song towards it while fighting

This is when she realised the demons were weakened by the music

She’d track down the artist of the song, eventually finding Celine in a fan meet and trying to see if she knew anything about the monsters she was seeing

She’d try to be subtle at first, not fully revealing everything she saw just in case Celine thought she was crazy

Mira got her contact information, and was told to meet her in a couple days

From this Celine realised Mira also had hunter abilities, and began to train her in secret

Mira’s parents wouldn’t care about her extended absences, relieved that their daughter was no longer getting in trouble with the police or acting out at home

Celine would reveal what hunters and demons were, explaining their history

Mira was skeptical at first

However, with everything that had happened, she had no choice but to believe Celine and for the first time in her life she didn’t think she was crazy

They trained together for a couple months before Celine introduced Mira to two other young teenagers who had the gift; Rumi and Zoey

From then on Mira finally felt like she had a family, and would do everything she could to keep them together

Zoey

Zoey would be a partial legacy, with only one side of her family knowing about demons and hunters

She didn’t know of her abilities at first, thinking all the monsters she saw as a kid were just a figment of her imagination

Especially since by the time she looked back, one of her family members would be there innocently waving and telling her to go play

It wasn't until she was older was it revealed that she had hunter blood inside her, and that she could begin training to become one

Zoey would be ecstatic, believing she was a real life superhero; wanting to tell all her friends and the rest of the family about it

However, this idea was quickly crushed as it was explained to her the importance of protecting their secret; not wanting to worry others with matters they couldn’t control

They also believed it would keep the non-hunter family members safe if they didn’t know about demons or Gwi-Ma

From then on Zoey had to live a double life, training and hunting demons in secret while also pretending to be a normal girl

This was exhausting, especially since she hated lying to parts of her family and felt as though they couldn’t understand her if they didn’t know who she really was

Then with her hunter relatives, because they were all older than her, she constantly felt like she skilled enough to keep up with them

Therefore she was constantly trying to prove herself to both sides, being the perfect kid and warrior at the same time

Her only solace was writing lyrics and using them against demons, feeling as though this was the only time she could unapologetically be herself

However, all these negative feelings eventually began to hinder her training, since she felt too alone and unworthy to focus on fighting

One of her relatives got the idea of contacting a friend in Korea, sending Zoey there to meet them

She was then introduced Celine, who empathised with her difficulties living a double life

Being an idol and hunter, she understood the difficulties that came with lying to those you loved

However, she assured that Zoey that her fellow hunters would always be there to understand her

For a while, Celine assessed and developed Zoey’s skills, impressed with how she could make her own songs in such a short period of time

She then introduced her to Rumi, the two of them instantly connecting over this feeling of loneliness

To Zoey, it felt like they were the only people in the world that understood each other

When Mira came a couple months later, they welcomed her to their small family

Zoey couldn’t believe there were others her age who felt the same way she did, and never wanted any of them to feel alone again

[lorata]

ok i was flippant yesterday bc i had been working outside in a heatwave all day and was tired but i'm still stuck on this. i'm not discoursing on the hunger games blog i promise but like. ok. professions are not ontologically evil. that's too easy. it's systems of oppression and the choices made by people in those professions and the ease with which said systems automate those choices.

acab doesn't mean that becoming a peacekeeper (cop) automatically strips every bit of good from you, it doesn't mean that you have now become an Evil Human and are irredeemable, it means you have chosen a profession that has, within the system you exist in, itself chosen to align with systems of oppression and power, and that your actions now feed into those systems no matter how good your intentions might be. hence -- no good cops because the only good ones are dead or burned out trying to 'be different' and left. it's not because becoming a cop you stepped through a doorway and the good inside you was magically burned away in some arcane ritual

people like it to be easy, they want evil to be something inherent and easy to point to but it's not! it's choices, it's always choices. in fiction especially but i hate to tell you it's in real life as well. someone is choosing to do that. they can also choose to stop. history is littered with the stories of people who -- damn the consequences -- chose to stop. like -- sorry i bang on about this constantly but everyone makes choices, and everyone can make ones that cause real, systemic harm, even people who adore their kids or bake pies for orphans or ride motorcycles and have ADHD, even you, even me. especially you, especially me.

which, obviously, is exactly the point with peacekeepers? sloane calls the cops when her stepdad abuses her and they have drinks with him instead. electra's brother and a bunch of kids are killed in a massacre bc they ran in guns blazing to the wrong address and the whole thing gets covered up. petra's PK dad was given the choice of lose his job or abandon his family and chose his job, and then she was injured in the arena and is THIS CLOSE to losing faith, so brutus takes her to all the local PK galas for her PR tours and she gets to feel proud and important and valuable and that reinforces her indoctrination instead. they provide her emotional wellbeing -- still supporting the regime. selene meanwhile dngaf about the rules but she loves her dad and her uncle and looks up to them, so why not follow in their footsteps, meanwhile (as xanify said) the program takes a kid with undiagnosed ADHD, channels all her energy into weapons training and uses her for Evil. they give her belonging -- still supporting the regime. emory's mom was a second-twenty local beat cop in a sleepy quarry town, never told emory any of the tales of when she worked out of district, only said be grateful for your district, so emory learned that peacekeepers are kind and honest and helpful and didn't interrogate that until MUCH later. alec and creed love their mother but when she has an uncanny ability to get the truth out of them joke that she used to be an interrogator -- this is a family joke that the boys don't think about, because it's not real to them at the time. it's real to adora and it's real to the people she tortured and that moment is meant to be a stumble.

joseph, i'm not even going to go there, except i guess to say that showing someone who participates within an oppressive system to be a complex and human person rather than one-dimensional Evil is not advocating for that system OR excusing their actions, it goes back to the choices thing again, trying to remove that little moment of comfort and disconnect that says 'only evil people do this and i am not evil therefore i am absolved of responsibility'

re: two vs the capitol PKs that comes from canon where plutarch says that in the capitol getting sent to the PKs is a punishment for like, debt or minor crimes or whatever, but in two it's an actual industry, so i just assumed that the capitol PKs are shipped off to the ass end of nowhere until their sentence is commuted (like snow in tbosas). they don't have the same training or indoctrination into the system so they'd mostly just be pissed off and bitter and apathetic

(lol my wife also adds: some of the above comparison is the difference between a local cop in rural tennessee and the NYPD -- PKs in the capitol have way more power and privilege and will be far more disconnected from the people than rural ones; someone closer to their community will be far more likely to connect and empathize with the people there, which is also why I have the elite PKs (scouts) rotated so often, so they don't manage to make those connections)

so like. yeah, it is propaganda, the whole district is propaganda, and all of the characters are fed it from the day they're born. but there's also meant to be that layer of interrogation of the concept

on that note i am just an author trying to make a story land and it's not going to land with everyone! if people read it and feel like it's not doing that, if they feel like i'm giving a pass to the PKs because i write about characters who are good people then that's valid!

[vbluesss]

I gotta admit, I'm really surprised by how the dynamic between Rick and Morty has evolved throughout the show.

At first it was a super one-sided relationship, where Rick was the genius, totally in control, dragging his grandson into messed up situations without caring much about what happened to him (except for those rare moments when he actually did care), Morty on the other hand, was the "dumb" sidekick who didn't know anything an was constantly humiliated, not just in adventures but in his everyday life (I’ll never forget that memory where Rick pushes him down the stairs just to embarrass him in front of some girls).

What's interesting is that since then Morty started develop this deep resentment toward Rick, and unlike his mother and sister, he did not idealize him, he saw Rick for who he really is.

“I wanted you to have a normal life, that’s something you can’t have when Rick shows up.

Everything real turns fake. Everything right is wrong.

All you know is that you know nothing and he knows everything.

He’s not a villain, Summer, but he shouldn’t be your hero. He’s more like a demon, or a super fucked up god.”

Whe the purge episode came out, I thought that if things kept going this way, Morty might actually end up killing Rick someday. Not in the sense that he would become Evil Morty, it's just... He was clearly full of repressed rage.

"Fuck you Rick! I'll purge you too, you old rickety piece of crap. This has been a long time coming! I'm gonna rip your fucking guts out and smear them all over you face!"

Then the third season premiered and in the very first episode, Morty shot Rick with the intention of killing him! Scenes like these made me so invested in their dynamic, but especially in Morty's development. Sooo here's a little analysis about it!

In early seasons, Morty hated Rick. He totally wanted to kill him at some point, but ofc he wouldn't because:

He was kinda ashamed of this violent part of himself.

Rick is his granda, and if only because of the family bond, he still cares about him.

We're talkin' about Rick Sanchez, motherfucker, like Morty ever stood a chance (or at least that what Morty thought, since we now know that it is not impossible.)

Anyway, the point is Morty was seriously done with Rick's crap, but it's not like he had much choice. They're family, and on top of that, Morty did enjoy the adventures. So he just tolerated it.

Thing's went on like that for a while, Morty started standing up to Rick more and more, and often paid the price of Rick's ego (The Vat Of Acid is the best example) but they always had a strong bond, bla bla bla.

But let's not to forget how Rick constantly manipulated him. I still remember this lines:

"I just took over the family Morty- and if you tell your mom or your sister any of this I'll deny it, and they'll take my side because I'm a hero"

"You can die when I say so. I control you. I control the universe!"

Just adding to the whole "Rick is a god" thing. Morty is perfectly aware, better than anyone else in the family, that Rick is a bad person and had a lot of power over everyone. Up to this point he even handled abandonment quite well, Beth and Summer were the ones who seemed more affected by it.

Still, Morty admires Rick. He needs him. He wants to be around him. As Rick had his moments of real care and and saved Morty, not just for convenience, but genuine affection. Also they got along pretty well.

In "Rest and Ricklaxation" it's even said outright that Rick has an irrational attachment to Morty, and I'd say that Morty also has an irrational attachment to Rick! Because again, he knows who Rick really is. But after so many adventures and those tiny moments of kindness, he can't help but cling to him.

Over time, Morty got more of his own voice, going from being a simple sidekick to being a companion (but not totally equal), and for his part, Rick started to respect his grandson more too (even if the power dynamic hadn't totally shifted)

Then their relationship becomes straight-up codependent.

Let's not forget the crows! That episode wrecked Morty emotionally, and man, I get it! The whole thing about being replaced was nothing more than an empty threat, the crows a way to annoy him. Until it happened. Rick replaces him and dumps him. Then when Rick comes back it's not even for Morty, it's because the crows dumped him first. But Morty still chooses him. Why? because he has no one and nothing else.

Even when Morty has the chance to start a new life far away from Rick, he choose to stay. The truth is that chaos and adventures with Rick is all he's ever known. How do you walk away from the one thing you've built your identity around?

Then S6E2, "Rick: A Mort Well Lived" happens. Morty's most independent, self-aware part gets trapped in a video game... I always feel that like a loss, but I guess it was necessary in some kind of way????? Idk... Anyways, I really liked the direction they took with Morty's codependency and fear of abandonment. After Marta (Morty's fragment) choose to stay in the game, I feek like Morty become more dependent on Rick.

But it's not just Morty who changes, it's also Rick.

Before the crows leave him, he ends up learning a bit about empathy (I think that's what it was) and recognizes that what he and Morty have is toxic, blablabla. I won't expand on this because the analysis is focused on Morty, not Rick, but I want to emphasize the sentence he says in S6E10, "Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation"

"You called me boring! I've become dog shit to you"

Rick realizes he's lost control over Morty, and acts like the victim because he feels like one. Their bond is more damaged than ever because there is no balance between them. Things were tense since before the crows, add to that the revelation that Morty is not Rick's original grandson, and the Prime oobsession. Things keep spiraling... Still, by the end of the episode Rick brings Morty into the Prime hunt.

Now that I've already mentioned Prime we can go back to Morty, because after they finally found him and Rick got his unsatisfactory revenge, Morty was left marked by Evil Morty words:

"What happens if Rick actually kills this guy? You ever think about that? Maybe he'll kill himself next."

Next episode we see that Rick stopped having adventures for a while to start drinking too much, clearly depressed after the events of the previous episode. Again, this shakes up his bond with Morty.

Past all this, we finally get to one of the best episodes! The first one that really focuses on Morty's psychology: S7E10, Fear no Mort.

(SIDE NOTE: Before that! Something super important happens earlier: His breakup with Planetina (S5E3). Remember what he said to Beth?

"My whole life I've never fit in anywhere. Everything I have to say is always met with an eye roll, as if the act of hearing what I have to say is some exhausting chore. Nobody in this family thinks I can say or do anything right. I've been all over the universe, meet hundreds of people, and Planetina's the only one I've ever meet that makes me feel like I belong."

In Morty's words (and as we have seen throughout the series) there's no one, not even his own family, who doesn't treat Morty like he's an idiot. Everyone just seems tired of dealing with him. Morty always noticed it, cause he's not dumb like people thinks he is. It's not until he feels he's finally formed a real, honest, loving and (in his eyes) healthy connection that he confronts, in this case, his mom for trying to break them up.

The part “Planetina's the only one I've ever met that makes me feel like I belong” reflects more than just teenage love. It's coming from someone who has been ignored, treated as annoying and irrelevant by his classmates, teachers, his family, and also, of course, Rick too.

Honestly, I think that after the breakup, Morty became even more emotionally vulnerable. Like, it made him cling to Rick even more because, as awful as Rick can be, he's still the only one who actually spends time with Morty, that listens to him (even if it's while complaining), and shown Morty that he matters to someone, even if it's just so Rick can use him.

When Morty breaks up with Planetina because she killed innocent people, his idealized, perfect vision of his girlfriend finally shatters. The problem isn't that Planetina killed people (Rick has already done that, even Morty killed before), the real issue is that there is no way to sustain this unrealistic vision Morty had for her anymore. She was supposed to be his safe space, something outside the caos. But after that, there's no way he can keep pretending she's who he thought she was.

This leaves a mark. And in the end, Morty goes to adventures with Rick as usual.

At this point, after so many adventures and failed relationships, Morty has internalized so much Rick's worldview. Since the pilot, Rick's been planting the idea that it should be just the two of them, going on adventures together forever and ever. Rick and Morty at 100 years, an emotional trap disguised as a fun promise of adventures from which Morty cannot escape, not only because circumstances have molded him to adapt Rick's vision of the world, love, his own worth and morality, but also because a big part of his identity revolves around Rick).

With all that said, we can finally talk about Fear No Mort!

First off, when they "come out" of the hole, Morty notices Rick staring into it looking genuinely sad, so he admits he's afraid of being responsible for his sadness.

"Hey Rick, you just looked real sad, which I’m afraid of. You know, of being responsible for your sadness.”

Then, once they're back to, Morty imagines basically an entire life with Rick by his side. At this point Morty can no longer project himself, even in his imagination, without him! And then it hits him: Rick was never really there in the first place. That's when Morty finally figures out what he's truly afraid of:

"I know what I'm afraid of! I'm afraid that you'd never say that [that he is irreplaceable] in real life. I'm afraid that if I jumped into a hole, you wouldn't even bother jumping in after me. You'd just stand there and watch. This entire thing has been about me! You're not even in the hole, are you?!"

THIS MOMENT. THIS IS THE EXACT MOMENT WHERE IT BECOMES CLEAR THAT MORTY IS EMOTIONALLY DEPENDENT ON RICK. His fear of rejection doesn't compare to his fear of meaning nothing to Rick, and the fact that his entire life now revolves around him.

The fear of relying on Rick.

So! Morty's no longer the same scared kid of early seasons who got dragged into adventures against his will, and slowly started resenting his grandpa to such extent that (in some moments) he thought about killing him. Not because he truly wanted to, deep down, but because the anger and frustration took over.

Now after everything that has been though (being replaced, literally losing the most rebellious part of himself, and suffering from a broken heart) Morty's now fully Rick Sanchez's grandson. Someone who enjoys adventures, no longer hesitate to kill people (his whole moral compass is another topic on its own), and who is totally unable to let go of his grandpa because is all he has, but also the only thing he wants too, since there's nothing better out there or on earth waiting for him.

Morty isn't trying to escape Rick anymore, he just wants to be loved by him.

The issue is that Morty reached a point where he needs Rick to feel like somebody. Right now he's emotionally dependent on Rick in an extreme way. It wasn't always like this, Morty used to care about him (or at least respect him), but he also kinda hated him. Thanks to all his arc and now that Rick's been slowly changing in recents seasons, Morty can live with this, even with his doubts and with the conscious fear that Rick doesn't love him or might leave him again, he's so hurt at this point that he'll take whatever Rick gives.

So yeah, we've gone from a Morty who was aware Rick was hurting him and still called him out, to one's who's fully resigned to this life.

(I bring back the scene where he had the opportunity to leave his life with Rick behind when Evil Morty offered him a way out of the Central Finite Curve. Rick admits that's the best option cause he has no plan, and we see the exact moment when Morty resigns and decides to stay with Rick, DESPITE what happened with the crows).

And you know why? Because Rick is changing too. Slowly, painfully, but it's happening. And Morty doesn't love Rick because he's good.

He loves him because that's the most he can expect from love.

To conclude:

Before, Morty had normal concerns. He wanted to go to school, be with Jessica (I miss her), and form a life like any other teeanger. Rick was something he tolerated because he was his grandpa, but clearly not the center of his life.

Now, that changed completely. He doesn't really have those desires anymore, now, what he wants is to go on adventure. He wants to keep exploring the universe with Rick, because its the only he has left and also, it's become the only thing he's truly passionate about. I'm not saying that he cannot fall in love again and be a regular teenager someday, but his priorities have shifted.

He genuinely enjoys those adventures, but specially enjoys being with Rick. He respects him, admires him, challenges him, understands him... and even with all the pain, he wants to stay by his side. For a 100 years.

Wow! this got way out of hand. It all started when I was like "Man, I miss when Morty used to stood up to Rick". Then the new episode dropped, and hey, turns out current Morty is confronting Rick again! I know they had arguments before, but that was mostly because their bond was super tense, almost broken. And in those fights, Rick always played the victim and Morty ended up feeling bad, like he was the one in the wrong. But now, in the first episode we get a clearly parallel between Morty and Evil Morty (that's a different topic I could go on about- I'll just say I think it perfectly shows why Morty would never become Evil Morty: because he loves Rick). And in the most recent one, beat the crap out of Rick for being an asshole, totally deserved.

Their behavior in this episode really made me think, it’s like Rick and Morty’s personalities are kinda... swapping places. Morty’s turning more into Rick (stronger, more assertive) and Rick’s becoming a bit more like Morty (more human, more vulnerable) But neither of them has stopped being who they are at the core.

Also, I gotta say, I love how their relationship is way more balanced now! Rick actually treats Morty with a bit more respect, and Morty’s pretty much on the same level as Rick when they go on adventures. They finally see each other as equals and treat each other like actual family (a super dysfunctional one, sure, but one that’s trying to get better). Honestly, it’s been a really nice shift. And that’s what surprises me the most.

I’ve been a fan since the beginning, and I NEVER thought they’d canonically turn their relationship into something this wholesome, because this show’s always been about tearing down traditional stuff: love, good vs evil, heroes, family, all that. But now? They’re actually giving us this slow redemption arc. Not just for Rick and Morty, but for the whole Smith family, piecing themselves back together from all the damage. Ooobviously Rick and Morty’s relationship isn’t perfect, but compared to how it all started? It’s honestly too wholesome sometimes. I used to think it’d stay toxic and abusive forever!

I just really hope that with Rick changing now, they don’t forget about Morty’s growth. Just because Rick’s evolving doesn’t mean Morty’s wounds magically disappeared. He faced his fears down in the hole, but that doesn’t mean he’s over them, he’s just living with the trauma now. (Even the line at the end of the new episode makes it super clear Morty’s still scared, or so I think.) But I'm sure they won't ignore it. We’re still seeing Rick fall into that self-pity mode, and Morty is aware of it.

I’m genuinely excited to see where they take things from here!!!

Anyway, there’s so much more I could’ve talked about, but it was 3 a.m., I was half-asleep and my body hurt all over, plus there are already tons of deep dives out there about their dynamic. What I wanted to do here was just focus on Morty’s evolution. That’s my little contribution! [:

[dioslesbianwife]

Could I request cuddling headcannons with stardust crusaders??????

🙏🙏🙏

sure! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy :333

Jotaro Kujo

Pretends he hates cuddling. “Yare yare daze… it’s too hot. You’re clingy.”

But he’s the first one to pull you into his lap when no one’s looking.

Tucks your head under his chin and grumbles “Don’t move.” (you’re not gonna)

His arms are so solid around you. You feel protected instantly.

Will fall asleep holding you with his hat still on, hat tilted over his face.

Lowkey hums under his breath when he’s especially comfy.

You shift too far away and he tightens his grip like “Did I say you could leave?”

Cuddle Rank: Bear Trap. Once he’s on you, you’re not escaping.

Joseph Joestar 

“Hah! Come to Grandpa Jojo”

Sir. Please.

Big spoon energy but also likes when you lie on top of him like a weighted blanket.

Talks SO MUCH during cuddling. Mostly dumb stuff you couldn’t care less about.

Makes jokes while rubbing your back. You laugh in spite of yourself.

Super warm body. Surprisingly comforting despite being chaotic.

Will absolutely doze off and snore right in your ear. You just accept it.

Wakes up confused with drool on your shoulder like “HUH?! WHAT TIME IS IT?! WHO ARE YOU??”

Cuddle Rank: Warm, loud, affectionate, and kind of annoying. But it’s love.

Polnareff

DRAMATIC CUDDLER #1.

Literally throws himself on top of you like “Mon amour~ I have arrived~!”

Tries to make it sexy but is secretly the biggest cuddlebug ever.

Loves spooning. LOVES playing with your hair while holding you.

Constantly kisses your temple, cheek, forehead- any spot he can reach.

If you cuddle on the couch, he insists on a movie or music in the background for the vibe.

Whines if you get up. “You’re abandoning me?? For snacks?? Without me??”

Cuddle Rank: Annoying French Man™

Avdol

Quiet, warm, stable cuddler.

The type to gently pull you into his lap and read a book over your shoulder.

You fall asleep against his chest and he instinctively adjusts the blanket.

Mutters comforting things like “You’re safe now. Rest easy.”

Big hands rubbing slow circles on your back = instant sleep.

Smells like incense and cinnamon. You get addicted to it.

He’s the guy who says “No pressure,” but is so good at cuddling you melt into a puddle every time.

Cuddle Rank: Emotional support heater. Calm, grounded, 10/10.

Kakyoin

Shy about it at first. “Oh, do you wanna- ? I mean, if you’re cold.”

Once he gets comfortable?? Cuddle mode activates.

Likes to hold your hand or play with your fingers while cuddling.

Loves when you nap on his chest and he can just stroke your hair, totally smitten.

Will blush if you compliment how warm he is.

Might talk about random stuff like constellations or facts he read while you cuddle.

Falls asleep with a little smile and refuses to let go of your hand.

Cuddle Rank: Sweetheart gentleman who turns into a clingy marshmallow.

Iggy

Does NOT want to cuddle you.

You are not worthy unless you have food.

That said… if you smell nice and your lap is soft… he might curl up there.

Glares at you the whole time like “Don’t get the wrong idea.”

Snores. Loudly. On his back, legs twitching.

If anyone comes near you two, he growls. “This human is mine now.”

God forbid you move- he’ll act like you just crushed his soul.

Cuddle Rank: Cute but demanding. Will fart and blame you.

[pikasigh]

hi! can you do a bakugou x reader where the reader’s in a toxic relationship but he likes her? thank you!

EEEKK! yes yes yes i love that im getting reqs now. absolutely! please let me know if you guys want a series! also PLEASE send me more reqs. i am totally a people pleaser and I love giving my audience what they want! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡

a/n : toxic partner remains unnamed. thinking of making them another canon character. any ideas on who??

if you let go first

⤷ a timeskip!katsuki bakugou x taken!reader

it kills him that you’re not his anymore.

there was a time where the two of you actually seemed to be getting close. he liked you, goddammit, and he hated admitting it. he hated the way you made his stomach flutter whenever you said something. anything. he hated how he always glanced your way during training to see if you were watching. god, he just hated how you made him feel.

he couldnt get any sleep. sleep was probably the only thing that kept him sane. he was losing it, so when you affected his sleep, he couldn’t handle it.

he did what any reasonable guy would do and completely ghosted you. everywhere. locked on social media, your number was blocked, he even stopped talking to you in the halls or in class.he hated his highschool career and it was all because of you.

he even hated the way you looked up at him when you asked what you had did wrong to deserve his silent treatment. well, he couldn’t just tell you he liked you, right? that’d be too easy. what if you laughed in his face, and that reputation he took forever to build was just…gone?

he hated you.

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he loved you! 

more than he would like to admit! after all these years, you were the one still on his mind. why? why couldn’t he shake you out of his thoughts? why were you stuck in his head. didn’t you have anyone else to bother?

he can’t even focus on his duties when you’re constantly at the back of his mind. the two of you haven’t had a real conversation in years. you two only ever talked about patrol arrangements or what shifts you’d be taking.

he needed you now. he needed to talk to you again, to be so sickeningly obsessed with you like he was back in highschool.

he was off duty, on his break. making his way to a little coffee shop in the corner of a few old brick buildings and an alleyway. he never really liked eating out in public. even if the fans knew not to swarm pros in uniform. that rule was bullshit, he thought. they’d do it anyways, right? it was no use implementing it. just because he was in uniform didn’t technically mean he was fighting villains. so why put that reputation out?

maybe he just liked the attention of being swarmed.

he grabbed his coffee and turned to walk out, sipping on the hot drink through the little pocket on the lid.

he was just about to go find you, until he stopped.

there you were, in the flesh. god, you still looked so pretty. he yearned for you and he absolutely hated it. he hated that you had to be the one. why you of all people? he saw you everywhere. you were imprinted in his mind. he couldn’t escape you.

he was almost too focused on how you looked to notice who was walking with you. who was that guy, anyways?

“move it, come on. don’t you want me to be able to sleep for work?” the man behind you husked in your ear, leaving hot breath to linger in your eardrum.

you shiver. not wanting to display your discomfort.

you see, after katsuki had completely ghosted you, you sort of felt helpless. katsuki matched your energy more than anyone ever. so when he left, you tried to find someone that was the most possibly similar to him.

you just didnt know what to exactly look for.

because sure, katsuki was a gruff and rude guy. his voice spared no room for further argument and he demanded respect when he sauntered into a room. but that wasn’t the only thing. he also had an eye for talent. he knew who was good enough to be a challenge for him, and he didn’t risk that. he built respect with the people he knew were strong. 

but, in the midst of looking for a carbon copy of katsuki, you met him..

he was just as demanding and rude as katsuki. opinionated. loud. 

but he lacked that respect.

“i know, babe. ‘m sorry..” you murmur, sighing and rubbing your face as the two of you hurry down the sidewalk.

katsuki couldn’t hear, but he didn’t like the look of that guy. or the way he was breathing down your back like that. doesn’t the bastard know you like your space? doesn’t that guy know you’re stronger than arguably anybody in the world?

he didn’t like this. his heart ached.

[midnight-mourning]

Escape Response

🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 12🐟🐟

SORRY FOR THE LATENESS BUSY COUPLE OF DAYS AND GOT DESTROYED BY A MIGRAINE BUT I WILL PERSIST, PLEASE ENJOY

DCFPU prompt used: Hunt

Word Count: 1072

WILL BE POSTED TO AO3 TONIGHT SO HELP ME-

Content warning: blood, implied death, claustrophobia/paranoia

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You weren't trying to cause harm. 

Well, not major harm. You were just doing your job. That's all this was, a job and nothing more. Sure you took pride in your work, but not in some twisted, sadistic way. 

People needed to eat, fish needed culled to help out the native species, you were the middle man who could solve both those issues. And you were good at it, too. Apparently, too good. 

It's a struggle to swim clutching one bleeding arm with the other. Having to rely only on your fins. It's nigh impossible to try and swim fast with an injured arm and a heavy tank of oxygen on your back. 

You'd lost your spear after being put face to face with some terrifying creature just minutes ago. A mix of human features and fish. Though not by any means friendly. 

He'd practically jumped you, flinging you against a rock as you'd been swimming towards a fish you'd just killed. Barely a moment to comprehend the snarling visage before a set of claws slash into your arm. 

You'd nearly dropped your intake from your mouth, the best you could manage to get away was throwing your spear gun at him, causing him to become tangled in the line. You were too disoriented and too far from your boat to head that way, ending up becoming lost. 

Fearing you were going to attract sharks with how you were bleeding you tried to find someplace to hide. At least until you could collect yourself and think. 

You unfortunately didn't get much of a chance however, as just when you think you'd evaded the sea monster, there he comes from around a rock. The glare in his red eyes makes it clear he doesn't intend to keep you alive for long. And your stomach only drops further when you see how he pauses when a thin trail of your blood passes him by. 

The snarl on his lips falters, then shifts into a wide grin, even with the short distance between you you can see how his pupils dilate. The small shiver that rattles across his blue and white form. 

It’s time to hunt. 

And you’re the prey.

You feel panic well up in you even more, and without much a choice left, swim away as fast as you can. 

Which, as you're coming to find out, may have been a mistake. 

You, in all your brilliance, have swam into a cave. 

A dark one. 

A very, dark one. 

Trying to navigate is frustrating and confusing. All you have to see is the small, dim light that's attached to the front of your wetsuit. It's something, but considering how the blackness just seems to go on and on in front of you, no end in sight, it's not comforting. 

Not to mention how the walls seem to randomly close in and open on you, the passage winding and twisting and the further you go the more concerned you become about trying to find your way out again. 

You don't even know if that creature followed you in here or not, but you feel like your only option is to keep going until you find somewhere you can rest. Being so in the open, yet trapped in a winding maze only fuels the dread within you. 

There could be anything in here with you. Big or small, threatening or harmless. Worse, there could be nothing at all. 

That feeling of being chased, of something constantly looming behind you, completely out of sight, is sickening. The fear in you is primal, the drive to survive at an all time high. Even if the terror you’re draped in is clouding your decision making. 

The silence is overwhelming, only able to hear your own breathing and the thundering of your heart in your chest. 

You bump into something and startle, spinning around and then away and crack your light in the process. 

It now flickers as you hurry in further, coming to a pass that you have to shimmy your hips through to fit properly. The way your tank presses against your back from the squeeze worries you that you may not be able to get out that way. It's still quite heavy though, so at least you have time. 

In this new area, it's finally the end of the passage. This section at least. With your limited light you can see a large outcrop that you can rest on, and do so. It's softer than you'd expect and looking closer, see bits of algae, seaweed, and so on are bundled on it. 

There's divots in the walls, with shapes you can't make out sitting in said divots. 

You shake your head, and pull your knees up to your chest. Deep breaths. Think. 

Don't think about how much your arm stings, though. Or how far away from you boat, your home, and your comfy bed are. Don't pay attention to how the walls around you feel suffocating, like they could collapse in on you at any moment. Don't think about how unless you can get back out of that crevice, they already have. 

The realization the flickering has gotten worse—sudden long patches of darkness spotting your vision—brings you back to full alertness. You curse to yourself as you try to will it to stay on, but soon enough, it burns out. 

And stays out. 

You sit, staring out into complete darkness, feeling an immense sense of doom fall over you. 

But then, a soft red glow appears. Over from where you think the crevice entrance is. You have to take a moment to readjust but freeze when you do. 

Eyes. It's two, glowing red eyes.

You attempt to soothe yourself. It's far too small a gap for him to get through. You struggled and you're half his size. You're safe until your tank runs out. It's okay—

The creature tilts his head, gaze focused on you. Then, he begins to move. Through the crevice, shifting and controting like it's nothing. 

It's then, in the faint glow provided by his eyes, that you realize the lower half of his body is eel-like. Able to move and bend however he pleases with ease. 

And as he makes it all the way inside the space, in no time at all compared to you, there's a feeling of dull acceptance that passes over you. 

That's how you know this is it.

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I do enjoy these evil drabbles quite a bit, some of them make me sick to my stomach, which means i must be doing them right, thanks for reading!

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[vipier]

“ becks you don’t need another sw au— ” incorrect! anyways, unlike his prequel era senator au, tristan’s empire era corellian senator au possibly makes top three most batshit insane versions of this man. that’s on being the only existing au at this point where he actually knew his true family until he was probably 13-14 years old ( complicated, he won’t discuss it, don’t ask ) and knows his birth name ( again, don’t ask ) and was “ lucky ” enough to have been away for many years being educated, along with his mentor/guard ( seneca ) when his family is summarily slaughtered by so-called “ political rivals ” during the upheaval of palpatine's takeover. he's escorted into hiding, his family’s political faction supposedly regains control, and he's concealed and trained for about six or seven years before returning to corellia under a different name, tristan patel, unrecognizable bc even the few who’d had access to his family hadn’t seen him in probably a decade.

in approximately 13 bby, he’s installed as senator to corellia at 19 years old to serve his faction's interests and spends the next decade or so between corellia and coruscant, being unreliably controlled by his homeworld political faction, which by now he’s discovered were responsible for his family’s slaughter, and expecting assassination around every turn. while the faction dislikes the empire, despite playing nice, they hate the rebels even more, which is what convinces tristan to begin secretly ferrying supplies and ships to those rebels far prior to the forming of the alliance, leading in large part to the eventual implementation of the x-wing project and therefore making him of great importance to the growing movement.

in 3 bby, about a year prior to the ghorman massacre, he’s extracted rather against his will while en route from corellia to coruscant by generals cracken and draven, whose intelligence suggested that tristan’s growing vocal opposition to the empire ( and the fact that his alleged political puppeteers had begun to wise up to his sedition ) had finally put him at too much risk.

he’s brought to yavin. nobody has a good time. tristan is angry and impossible to manage – not to mention maintains significant assets tucked away across the galaxy which he's amassed in secret over the years after discovering who killed his family. even without his senate seat, even in hiding, he also maintains significant influence over important members of the most prominent shipping and ship building industries in the galaxy, which largely originate on corellia. needless to say, he's valuable enough that the alliance can't afford to lose him but they wish every day that they could bc he's absolutely Insane in a thousand ways I won't list here.

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[ragnars-tooth]

On fire world rn and I'm losing my shit over Eliza going "david, he killed a man fucking around with time rifts and abandoned us bc he felt kind of bad about it 🤨"

(^eliza, pictured)

[writersrkive]

Don't shut up | Spencer Reid

summary: Spencer is used to people who constantly tell him to shut up, but somehow, he feels even more embarrassed and sad when he thinks you want him to stop talking after looking at the tired and confused expression you have when he's trying to help you. The thing is you hate when people do that to Spence and would spend years just listening to his voice.

genre: fluff

pairing: Early seasons!Spencer Reid x bau!reader

warnings: mentions of the team shutting Spencer down. Derek and JJ being a little mean to him when he's spreading information. Spencer being a cutie potato. Mention of a stomachache and its causes (mention of miscarriage as one of the causes, but nothing happens). Reader not being a native english speaker, but just a slight mention.

a/n: Dr. Spencer Reid is a genius.... I am not. I literally had to search for information and copy-paste here in some parts, so if there's misinformation, it's Google's fault, lmao. I wrote this yesterday when I was about to sleep, so I'm sorry if something is wrong with the writing (even though I already edited). English isn't my first language, please be kind <3.

Navigation Criminal Minds masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)

Spencer and you arrived early that morning. He hated being late for anything. He couldn't afford to be late if he wanted to stick as closely as possible to his assigned schedule, especially because he took public transport. On the other hand, you had no choice but to arrive early when you woke up at four in the morning thanks to a severe stomachache and couldn't go back to sleep.

That's how your conversation started. Your genius workmate was surprised to see you, first hour in the morning, when he walked in the office, even before Hotch arrived.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You couldn't deny that the expression was too cute for your own good.

“Yeah… I think so. It's not even the stomach ache that bothers me, it's the fact that even if I was sleepy, I couldn't fall asleep again. You know? That happens to me a lot. Once I open my eyes, I can't go back to sleep. I've also been feeling mildly unwell for a week, but even though the medication is controlling it, it doesn't stop."

At this point, he already set up his desk, leaving his briefcase on his own chair to walk over to you and sit at your desk, next to the chair you were sitting in, to listen to you attentively and answer.

“The brain works with different phases of sleep: light sleep, deep sleep, and REM sleep. The cycle usually restarts every eighty to one hundred minutes, and we typically have four to six cycles each night.”

Hotch came out of the elevator and walked upstairs after both of you waved at him, and he let out a soft “good morning”. Emily arrived a few seconds later. You greeted her too, as she took place on her desk, but that didn't stop your conversation.

“So, it's completely normal that we wake up in the middle of the night because of that process, but if it is frequent, for three months or more, it may be a symptom of insomnia.”

Your view went to the floor, and your head nodded in a semi-unconscious movement, because although you knew that your sleep cycle was ruined by work, you had not come to that conclusion, maybe that was it.

“Now, the stomachache…” He said, taking one pen from your pencil case to concentrate. He usually never took other people's belongings or shared his own stuff because of the germs, but somehow, after a few years of working together, he had come to have a good amount of closeness with you to borrow some stuff from you. Months ago, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Penelope that Spencer had a box full of pens reserved for you, in case you needed one, nor the fact that he denied JJ one of them once, when the blonde girl needed something to write with quickly.

“The causes can be the most common, such as gas, indigestion, a muscle injury, or stress. Although there are also more serious causes: gastrointestinal infections, inflammatory bowel disease, irritable bowel syndrome, ectopic pregnancy or miscarriage..."

“Wow, what are you trying to do? Scare her?” Derek's voice invaded the place and Emily smirked.

“What? No, I'm just saying the possibilities…” Spencer whispered, looking down, a little worried that he might actually scared the person he cared more, besides his mom.

“It's okay.” You answer loud enough so your friends and coworkers would hear. “Thanks, Spence. I already went to the doctor, so I have none of… those.” I gave him a little smile. “But about stress…” The sentence hung in the air, so Spencer looked up and continued speaking automatically.

“Stress can cause stomach pain because the autonomic nervous system of the gastrointestinal tract reacts to the same hormones and neurotransmitters as the brain. This is because the digestive system is connected to the nervous system, and the enteric nervous system, which is located in the digestive system, is able to send and receive impulses and assimilate emotions.” He started to talk faster.

Your focus on the genius boy and his explanation was sincere, but maybe it was the fact that you didn't rest well, plus the fact that he was speaking too fast and not vocalizing all the syllables, that for a moment your brain didn't process what he was saying.

It was weird. At some point you didn't even hear words, just sounds from his mouth. That didn't happen to you for a really long time because you already had experience with the native speakers, even if english wasn't your mother language. The exhausting feeling of not being able to sleep well was definitely to blame.

While your brain was coming to that conclusion, Spencer could only see your furrowed brow, tense jaw, tilted head, and dissociated look.

“You want me to shut up, right?” That whisper was enough for you to come back to reality. His cheeks were red and his eyes looked a little sad, not to mention the way his mouth formed a line like whenever he felt awkward.

“Yes, please!” Derek answered instead, leaning back in his seat and looking up with his arms outstretched as if he'd had to deal with seven unsubs in the five minutes he'd been there, listening from his place to the information Spencer was giving you.

“Little genius boy got excited… again.” JJ said, looking at some documents in front of her, opening her eyes wide in an expression of tiredness and disinterest.

The young profiler stood up from your desk thinking about returning to his chair, a little embarrassed, but you took his pinky with yours —that way you wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable in case he wasn't in the mood for physical touch, something he refused unless it was you. Again, another special treat—. “Wait. It wasn't like that.” Hazel eyes looked at you intently, still with a bit of doubt. “I'm sorry Spencer. Yes, you got excited, but that's not something bad.”

“It isn't?” He questioned.

“No, but you started to speak fast, and the fact that there are some words that I have a hard time processing in English and I couldn't quite catch what you were saying because I didn't sleep enough, well, that distracted me. Would you mind repeating it again, slower?” This time, you were the one with warm cheeks.

“Oh. Are you sure you don't want me to shut up?” The boy was actually intrigued and a little surprised.

“Why would I want that?” The fact that your teammates often shut Spencer up when he tried to share extra information, or information that he had been asked about, was something you had noticed from the moment you started working with the team. You thought that was rude. You understood that sometimes Spencer got excited, gave information that was perhaps better saved for another time since you were investigating a case, or people could be tired and want silence, but the team either silenced him or made fun of him most of the time. Plus, there weren't many other things you liked more than hearing his voice.

The sweet, soothing tone of his words helped you sleep on the jet after a long case, or made you want to hear more about whatever he was talking about. Feeling like he was sharing with you, a mere mortal, some of the vast knowledge he had was nice.

“I'm always happy to hear whatever you need to say, even if it's about something I don't understand. And, right now, you are helping me a lot, so, please, don't shut up.” The crimson color returned to the tall boy's face, this time not because he was uncomfortable. Your kind and somewhat complicit smile made his heart race, like almost every time he was with you. Spencer knew that no matter how tired he got, he would never shut up if you wanted him to keep talking.

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I don't think his (or mine) understanding of "playin nice" is rly up to standard though

[avaredava]

Safe word?

Master list's

⯌Sum

You said your safe word and boy does the jjk men freak out.

⯌Warnings

Rough sex, BDSM elements, breathplay, degradation, dub/con, misuse or ignored safewords, emotional distress, crying during sex, aftercare, physical bruising, and mentions of blood.

Satoru Gojo

That man was plunging into you, talking about his day not exactly paying attention to you. It wasn't bad or anything it was a bit weird though because the angrier he got the more rough.

"And this stupid fucking-" thrust "higher up keeps being a total-" thrust "bitches."

It was starting to hurt but seeing the annoyed look in Satorus eye just made you feel bad. So you stayed silent.

But the fact that he also wasn't really giving a shit, just talking about the people he hates and being kinda oblivious to what's happening makes your stomach and heart hurt and not in the good, orgasmic way.

Sex is supposed to be loveable, and sacred not something for fun. Yeah, people might not agree but that's how you and Satoru were.

You start to cry, again, scared of the beast that's plunging into like you're just a pocket pussy. And fuck he takes it the wrong way.

He started pounding faster.

"Stupid fucking slut, you always want more, nothing else. Whore."

The fact that's the only thing he's really said to you the whole time, and it was a mean thing, you just start to sob and a cracked up safe word comes out.

He pulls out instantly. He was checking your face and body, then something truely shook him to his core his the bit of blood on his cock.

"Fuck baby, I'm so, so sorry." And what really made him gasp was when you flinched away when he tried to touch you.

"Listen do you want anything? Maybe a hot bath and a massage or cuddles? If you don't want me here I understand, I would either so-"

You giggle at his rambling and a bit of pressure comes off his chest but he's still extremely stressed and worried. But it's for you this time.

"Maybe a bath and you in it for cuddles..."

You never seen that man run that fast. And just because he accidentally hurt you, you knew he's never gonna do something that ever again. The fear in his eyes? That made you know he loves you to the very deep of his heart.

After all, you're his girl.

Nanami Kento

Nanami Kento is never rough. That man is scared to break you with one touch. He treats you like a porcelain doll. Hence the nickname doll he has for you.

He treats you like an absolute princess, no queen. And the sex is even better, constantly checking in and out with you.

It's so intimate.

And you love every god damn second. He touches you in places you wouldn't know felt good.

You're ovulating right now and he has a long ass work trip. And you have bad ovulations and Nanami always takes care of you.

But since he was leaving soon you couldn't have him for a while. So you need him now, and make sure you're well taken care of and you won't need him frequently.

So he decided to have a long ass sex session, to the point where your crying of overstimulation. But in the best way possible. So that's what he did. Or tried.

Mid sex when his thick cock was rubbing against your g-spot and slowly going to your cervix, the deep lust, loving look in his eyes made your thighs shake and breath get shallow mere seconds from sharp breathing.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as his hands were moving up and down your body as he rubbed your nipples and massaged your hips.

God this was great.

Until a ring from his boss came through. He answers and his voice was formal as his hand was wrapped around your throat gently making sure you stay quiet.

His thrusts began to become more deep, he started to kinda zone out. But it felt too good and you started have breathy moans.

And they started to get louder.

And louder...

Until he was so in his call and he needed you to shut up he wrapped his hand around your throat too hard. You started to have breathing problems but you kinda kept moaning too.

He just thought it was just you being pleasured so he wrapped his arm around tighter. And now you couldn't talk. And you started to get fucking scared. Your arms are pinned down so you couldn't move.

You choked up your safe word. But he didn't hear, and you started to panic. You started to mildly scream, and he looked down and quickly hung up and let out.

You started to have a raspy cry. He quickly pulled out and threw his phone. He quickly realized the bruising on your neck. He kissed all over your neck and when you flinched he practically threw himself back.

He pulled you on his lap and bounced you on it. "You're on sex ban Nanami."

"Okay."

He held you so close, fuck he could live without sex but he couldn't live with out you. And he whispered that all night. Making sure you knew that. Also he did absolutely not go on that work trip. He stayed in bed with you.

He didn't give a shit about his stupid job. He gave so many stupid shits about you though.

Toji Fushiguro

Disrespect Toji? You're gonna get punished.

And you were a little shit sometimes, and you knew that. He usually just fucks you for hours. And you love it. But he realized it's not teaching you anything much so he has a new strategy.

He decided to slap that cute ass. He was repeatedly hitting just making you moan and squirm. He did some slaps as his fingers plunged his fingers in and out.

But once again you loved it. The little bit of pain and his muscular fingers massaging you g-spot over and over. So of course you were about to cum. So he edged you a bunch.

That wasn't too bad. And of course you liked it. So he took his fingers fully out and you whined. He started to slap again.

The room was dim with light and he was sitting on the edge of the bed with you're draped over his lap. And of course your ass is up.

He realized you're still moaning so he started slapping harder... And harder.

Until it was starting to sting and you began whinging. He started to slap harder because he thought you were enjoying.

You let out little ows with tears in your eyes. He laughed.

"You deserve it. Dumb bitch."

That just cracked your heart open so you let out a little broken safe work softly repeated over and over. And when he stopped you kept mumbling it.

He knew he fucked up.

When you barely reacted to him gently saying your name it took him a few seconds to look down from your face and it hit him that your ass is red and covered with deep purple bruises.

He pulled the cover over both of you. And he went under it. He was gently kissing the burning sensation covering your butt and it made you melt feeling the warmness of lips fluttering over your ass made you smile to sleep.

The next morning he was pretending like nothing happened. But you realized he also put massage oils on your ass and also massaged it, duh. It didn't hurt.

And he denied the fact that you felt small wet droplets falling on your ass when he was kissing it.

Suguru Geto

Suguru Geto was obsessed with eating you out.

So that is why he is eating you out with the fullest of the top notch pussy eating. Making out with it like he hasn't seen it in years, even though he was doing the same thing last night.

And it never gets worse. Somehow it gets better.

He's always just sucking and licking. He never goes beyond. And you don't want to go further either.

But tonight he was stressed and pissed off. And he needed something to cool down, you. Your sweet pussy, it just relaxes him.

And of course you allow it.

So now he has your knees pinned to your breasts being held down as his tongue quickly moves up and down your folds. Then in between. Basically everywhere.

That man couldn't get enough of your taste. But something weird was happening. It isn't that he's not enjoying it, but it wasn't as sensual as he usually is.

But it still feels good and he is stressed so you let it happen. But unfortunately he gets to rough.

He starts biting.

It was innocent nips and then harsh sucks on your clit, so it felt good. But then he started actually biting, especially right at your sensitive nub. You start whimpering and crying.

"Close?" He mumbles. But it made your insides cringe. You start pulling at his hair and he loves it so he starts biting rougher, until you say your safe word before it got too bad.

He pulled away and looked down, it was a light red dusted all over your folds. Your clit was all swollen. It wasn't too bad but he could tell it was gonna get worse. So he still felt bad.

He was mumbling about how immature he is and how he can't control himself, but he was so tired he fell asleep massaging your folds with his face squished in your boobs.

This man.

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Sukuna's from a couple weeks ago

[snekdood]

its funny how the ppl who always imprinted the blonde girly pink rich girl bully stereotype on to me were... exactly that with different hair colors :/