#TR nonsense

[dabilove27]

four more chapters of TR and then hopefully I am free of Ken's pain! I can't put it down I know I should probably stop reading but I have no self control

I can see how he's moving towards closure after the chapter today though, all I can hope for is a SOMEWHAT happy ending

[aryomengrande]

god i’m not your strongest soldier…draken has no business being this cute I FOOOLD (≧ヮ≦) 💕

come get ur christmas present man @manjibunny 😩🙏🏻

[wish-i-were-heather]

ok im gonna go to sleep because i can feel that weird half asleep srtrangeless from the othert night eluke when i wad postiung nonsense and i do NOT wanna d oo thagat again oh dear itsc coming

[hungersauce]

not to sys//course on main but literally unironically resources made by endo/tulpa systems I read fucking six-seven years ago were more helpful to me pre and post-syscovery than anything else. Endos were the ones that helped us realize our experiences aren't normal, tulpa systems introduced us to the concept of internal communication and headspace long before we even knew we were plural. And chances are if you're plural, you also used non-medical resources and they helped!

[cerasum-chrysanthes]

I will never be able to understand how some trans people will be happy about transitioning but then still fall victim to the insane belief that children nowadays are brainwashed into "becoming transgender". Bro. People are trying to normalize being trans. Not 'making' people trans. It's more of a topic now and more people feel comfortable coming out or experimenting and no one rushes to get surgery done! Especially not CHILDREN. I don't know why the fuck people believe that.

And again, especially other trans people. Who live since many years as their gender, in their new body and are happy but still oppose any progress made to make it easier for people who ARE trans to transition??? Better education for doctors and surgeons?? Hello?

No one should and no one IS forced to be trans, to my knowledge. If someone feels like they are forced to be trans, then they are probably not trans and they don't deserve to go through this. But I have yet to hear of something like that happening.

I'm just so taken aback because I found out about someone called "Buck Angel" and... wow his Twitter is a cesspool of tr/ansp/hobia, defending tr/ansp/hobic takes and people and even the fucking L/G/B Alliance. Dude, please. What the fuck is wrong with you.

[hereticallyeverafter]

I swear to god people are just now finding out about Gnosticism and calling themselves Gnostics because they realize deep-down that they are absolutely batshit insane for believing Joe Biden is a clone, Donald Trump is really Elvis Presley, or that Michelle Obama is a man. They want to claim to believe in God and be technically Christians but they KNOW Jesus would hate their guts, but because they're SOOO "awake", why, look! "Gnostic" means "knowing"! This will be the perfect co-op for shoehorning my leadhead ideas into!!

I'm so frustrated, I keep having to unfollow groups and pages because they're starting to talk about light codes and Q-drop gematria crap and that's literally NOT what Gnosticism is even about, but they're trying to weasel it in everywhere. I have had the hardest time finding other Gnostics or truly Gnostic-adjacent people, and what little community I've found is going to shit.

I hate you, Q, I hate you, Donald Trump, I hate you, Republicans, I hate you, New Age co-opting whackjobs.

[echo-s-land]

I should rate my Special Interests one day

[carrieway]

this is purely my own view n whatnot n i mean it with the utmost respect n gentleness but i do think the 9/11 theory is a tad odd. i dont wanna assume anything but personally it's a discomforting thought to say gerard would dress as a 9/11 victim

[kikyoupdates]

Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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What the actual fuck.

You blink, absolutely dumbfounded. There’s some kind of grotesque, insect-like creature in front of you, buzzing obnoxiously as it flaps its wings. It bears the appearance of a fly, at least somewhat, but it’s much bigger than a normal fly, and its face looks like it came straight out of a low-budget horror movie. 

The point is, it’s not normal. It's not the kind of thing you’ve ever seen before. At the very least, not in real life. 

And yet, you’re the only one who seems to notice it.

“...I keep telling you, it’s weird,” a girl mumbles, scratching her neck impatiently. “I can’t get rid of it. There’s this chill that follows me around no matter where I go, and my shoulders feel weirdly heavy lately. I even went to a chiropractor to see if it would help. I feel so gross these days.” 

The fly-like creature is hovering closely above the girl, a disturbing smile plastered across its already unattractive face. It’s literally right next to her, and not only her, but the other girls that are gathered around. They’re all just talking like nothing’s even going on. Completely blind to the abnormal presence that lurks nearby. 

You’re the only one who can see that yucky-looking thing. How does that make any sense? How is it even possible for something like that to exist in real life? 

Actually… where are you right now? 

Once again, you blink. Something utterly strange is happening. The last thing you remember is going to bed, in your perfectly ordinary bedroom, so how in the world did you wake up in the middle of what appears to be a field? 

You’re at a school, by the looks of things. But certainly not the school you’re used to attending. It seems like you’re even wearing some unfamiliar uniform, and it would make sense for this to be a dream, but by all accounts, it’s way too realistic. 

Pinching your cheek doesn’t help. The scenery refuses to change, and sure enough, the creature is still hanging above that girl. It even lets out a shrill, high-pitched laugh (which she of course doesn’t hear), almost as if it’s taunting her.

You’re not sure what you should be doing right now. This is all one hell of a mindfuck, if you’re being honest. But that creature can’t be good news, and even though you’re admittedly pretty scared, it seems like you’re the only one who can see it. You’re the only one who even realizes it’s here. 

Swallowing your apprehension, you take a deep breath and approach. 

“Excuse me…?”

You call out to the group of girls. There’s no easy way to break this to them. How do you bring up the fact that there’s some weird creature in the vicinity? If they can’t see it, there’s no reason they’ll even believe you. They’ll probably just think you’re crazy or something. 

As it so happens, though, you aren’t required to recount some absurd, seemingly nonsensical tale. 

You’ve barely taken two steps forward when all of a sudden, the creature sharply turns its head in your direction. 

And then it screams. 

Just like its laugh, the sound is high-pitched and wholly unpleasant. You’re not even sure what prompted that kind of reaction, since it seemed pretty chill up until this point, but now, it’s trembling like a leaf in the wind. 

You’re worried that you might have triggered it somehow, and that it’s going to attack you, but that doesn’t happen either. It turns out that the scream it just let out wasn’t one of aggression, but rather, fear. 

So, it flies off before you can get any closer, and the girl who was complaining until just a few moments ago suddenly blinks, expression brightening.

“Whoa, wait,” she mumbles in disbelief. “It’s… it’s gone. I think I feel better now. No way. It’s actually gone! I thought it would never end!”

“Are you sure it wasn’t just all in your head?” one of the other girls frowns, visibly unconvinced. She then turns towards you. “Oh. Sorry, were you talking to us just now? I didn’t really hear what you said.” 

“Uh.” 

You’re not sure what to say. The whole reason you came over was so you could warn them about that weird creature, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. It screamed right as it saw your face—which is kind of offensive, honestly—and then it flew off like no one’s business. 

A bit hesitant, you try asking, “Sorry if this sounds weird, but where are we right now?” 

Now it’s their turn to look dumbfounded. You can only imagine how visceral their reaction would have been if you’d actually brought up the weird fly creature. 

“What do you mean where are we? We’re… at school, where else?” 

The girl gestures all around her, as if it should be obvious. Granted, you deduced as much, but that wasn’t really what you were asking. All of this is just so ridiculous. How in the world does a person manage to go to sleep in their own room and wake up someplace they’ve never been before?

The group decides to walk away, probably because you weirded them out with your stupid question, and you can even hear them whispering amongst themselves. 

“Why’d she even ask that all of a sudden…?” 

“I don’t know. She transferred here just recently, right? Maybe she’s still getting used to things. It was kind of weird, though.” 

They keep talking about it as they leave, probably not realizing you can still hear them. Whatever. You’ve got bigger fish to fry right now. As things stand, you woke up god-knows-where, and you just saw some freakish creature a second ago, so you’re starting to worry that you might be going insane. 

The only explanation is that this has to be some kind of dream. A lucid dream, perhaps? That’s what they call these kinds of things, right?

This is way too freaky, though. Can I make myself wake up? I really don’t like this. It gives me the creeps. 

You desperately try to force yourself awake, but regretfully, it doesn’t work. And you’re not even given much time to speculate on the issue any further. 

A soccer ball comes flying at you and hits you right in the face.

It hurts. It hurts like fucking hell. In fact, it hurts so much that you’re knocked flat onto your back, groaning as you cradle your poor nose, which feels like it’s just been split open. 

“...holy shit, are you okay?!” 

You can hear a student running towards you, but since you’re lying on your back convinced you’re about to die, you don’t pay it much mind. The immense amount of pain you’re feeling is absurd. Even for a lucid dream, isn’t this too much?

However, things are only about to get weirder. 

Like way, way weirder. 

“I’m so sorry!” the same student apologizes. It’s a boy, by the sounds of it, and you hear him drop to his knees beside you. “I swear I wasn’t even trying to kick the ball that hard! I barely even used any force!”

From afar, another student chimes in. “Even when you hold back, you’re way too strong, Itadori! Is she dead? You killed her, didn’t you?”

Did he just say… Itadori? 

For just a moment, the pain subsides, and clarity overtakes your features. You manage to squint your eyes open and find a boy staring down at you. A boy with bright brown eyes, and spiky pink hair styled in an undercut. 

A boy that you’ve most definitely seen before. 

Your jaw drops open. There’s just no way. This is… Itadori Yuji? The protagonist of Jujutsu Kaisen? A fictional series, which, by definition, means he doesn’t actually exist? 

Yet here he is, fussing over you and looking immeasurably guilty for having just kicked a soccer ball in your face. And even though you keep trying to tell yourself that this is a dream, it’s getting harder and harder to deny. The sensations you feel—the pain, the confusion, and the excited fluttering in your chest—are impossible to ignore.

It all makes sense now. That weird creature you saw earlier was a cursed spirit. That explains why those girls didn’t even notice it. Ordinary humans normally can’t perceive curses. Most of the time, they’re completely unaware of their existence.

You realize how utterly absurd this is. People don’t just wake up and find themselves sucked into their favorite anime. No matter how badly some fans might wish for it, this kind of thing just doesn’t happen.

Or at least, it’s not supposed to.

“Wait, your—your nose is bleeding!” Itadori exclaims. “I need to get you to the infirmary! Can you walk? Or should I carry you?” 

He appears frantic, which of course he is, since he’s a good guy. He’s the kind of guy who always cares about others. A guy with a big heart, a friendly demeanor, and a penchant for justice. Truly, the perfect protagonist. 

…so, is this seriously happening right now?

“I-I’m fine,” you try to insist. “I just… need a moment. And then I’ll be okay.” 

Itadori seems entirely unconvinced, so you suspect your nose is probably bleeding even more than you fear. Right now, you honestly couldn’t care less, though. Your heart is pounding relentlessly. The excitement and awe you feel can’t even be put into words.

“I’ll take you to the infirmary,” Itadori says again. He resists the urge to outright pick you up into his arms, and after a moment’s pause, he offers you his hand instead. “Here. Try standing up. If not, I’ll carry you there, okay?” 

It’s difficult just to form a response. You’re overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of his presence. The fact that you’re face to face with someone you never thought you’d be able to see in person, let alone speak to. 

But even if it seems hard to believe, even if it makes you want to question your sanity, this is real. This is actually happening. 

And so, you take his hand—changing the course of your life as you know it. 

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[verkwandi]

개​꿈 tr. “dog dreams”; used to frame dreams as nonsensical, figments of our imagination that have no bearing on reality.

[marchsfreakshow]

Missing Dates [Colin Zabel]

Momentary angst / fluff

You've started talking to Colin after meeting him at your bartender job. He's sweet, but you can't help but worry when he's late to a date for the first time.

I've had this idea for a while, and everyone blame the song Suspicious Minds cause I love the song. Also because Colin<3

A bit self indulgent, so reader is a bit remicisint of me, sorry in advance.

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You and Colin had only just started talking. Meeting at your bartender job was fine, but definitely not the best meeting place. He was sweet, soft and kind to you.

But you supposed Colin being a detective would mean he'd be away from you for hours. Was he even interested in you? Did he actually like you? It drove you basically insane. Obviously, he liked you. Colin thought the world of you and only wanted to be with you at all moments of the day.

Tonight was no different, you had made dinner for the both of you, at about 6pm. He told you he would've gotten off work at half 5. No texts, or calls yet. No checking-ins yet. So you had to call him as the food was sitting on your dining table, waiting for the man you wanted to be yours. "Colin, where are you? It's half 6 already.." you spoke quietly, gazing out the living room window into the evening sky.

"Ah, hey...I'm sorry. Mare needed me to finish something off for her.." Colin started. Mare? Why Mare? No matter, you continued the conversation, despite the nerves and overthinking boiling over.

"Oh. Um.. right...when are you going to be over?" There was a little beat of silence, which only fuelled your overthinking. "Are you able to come over tonight Colin?"

"Y-yeah! Course I am. You know I will, I just...there's a lot to be done tonight. And it's taking up everyone's time."

"You promise?" A little glimmer of hope in your voice as you practically needed that confirmation he was just working. Fuck this overthinking. If you could be rid of it, maybe you would've been able to stick to your previous relationship.

Colin smiled softly in his little office, staring down at the amount of paperwork Mare had given him. "I promise."

The hours passed. The hours ticked by. The hours hurt more and more. 8pm arrived much faster than you thought. And there was still no Colin. Disappointment once again. It was a numb pain by this point. And you let some nonsense play in the background of your tv, as your eyes found the cold food on your dining table. The heat stopped emitting from the plate, and it sat lonely in the kitchen. Your plate had already been eaten since you were too hungry.

But a knock brought you out of that numb disappointment you were letting fester. Dragging your feet to the door, you opened it and leaned on the wall beside you. Not looking up at the person on your porch. "Hello.." a mutter escaped you, lazily blinking.

"Well, that's not the greeting I'm used to..." Oh. It was Colin. His voice brought your head up and caused you to stand up straight. Your eyes were unable to focus on one thing at a time. His eyes, his small smile, that little suit of his. A bouquet in his hand. Mixes of roses, lilacs and chrysanthemums. The sweetest smelling flowers. Colin handed you the flowers hesitantly, that small smile of his growing. Both of you stared at the flowers, keeping your fingers against his. "that's uh, that's why I took so long. I headed to the only flower shop open right now to grab some flowers..."

Oh Jesus he was perfect. You really couldn't stay upset at him. The numbness dying down as your eyes lit up at the mix of flowers in your hands. The little light didn't go unnoticed by the man in your doorway. "I'm sorry I took so long...I really didn't want to take any longer than I already did.."

Any response you could have said was instantly brought down as Colin apologized over and over. There was a response eventually as you silently invited him inside. "Thank you.." A little smile on your lips as your fingers lightly traced some of the petals on the flowers. "Listen... Colin."

Colin held your free hand and sat you down, slightly worried about your seriousness. He was late to the date you set up, so he figured it had something to do with that. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I keep missing our dates...I never mean to. You know I don't mean to. This job really means the world to me. You do as well!! You really do, and I...I just want to see you more." He started rambling, lost in his thoughts and worries. Well, that definitely wasn't what you were going to say.

"What? Colin, no. God no it's nothing like that.." A huff leaving you that was reminiscent of a little chuckle. Your thumb rubbed over the back of his hand, feeling every contour and vein. That could have melted you. His hand in yours always let you fall further. "I just...I was wondering if um...you and I could be official.." The question left you quietly and nervously. It slightly shocked Colin, but the little shock was replaced with a smile.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yeah.."

The smile on Colin's lips only widened with your confirmation of the question. "Y-yeah! I mean...y-yes, of course, we could. I'd love that.." As soon as you placed the flowers down, your hands reached Colin's cheeks, pulling him closer. Your kisses before hadn't felt so, intimate before. But it did this time. It was the dearest, loving kiss pressed to his lips. A smile as it happened.

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[lovehyyuntold]

— Fluttering Between The Dusts Of Our Love

— Rundown: Days have gone by without each other, but house responsibilities have pilled against one another. However, instead of fulfilling such duties, the both of you get distracted by one another, and end up cherishing the moment instead.

— Pairing: husband!chan x wife!reader

— Word Count: 1400 → Genre: Contemporary Romance · Suggestive · Fluff ! No explicit smut !

— Warnings: Filled with utter nonsensical banter, teeth-rotting fluff, huge on physical affection, clingy chan, a little sweet make-out scene? Not by much, mentions of being bare in bed, lots of teasing and kissing

— It would be the biggest honor if you could reblog & comment. Share your thoughts, I genuinely love discussion.

Once again, thank you ♡

“Hey, hey, no!” 

“I am only in need of affection.” Your husband whines.

A huff comes out as a breath, eyes rolling at Chan. Your legs move in a hurry, swiftly getting to the other side of the room. You clicked your tongue, “Exactly. Why do you think I'm avoiding you?” Hands pointing at him as if you were having a conversation with a child.

“But we've been here for so long.”

He pouts, grabbing the nearest shirt by the edge of the bed, and folding it. You smile a little, admiration twinkling beneath your irises as you watch him work slowly. 

A bubble of guilt builds inside as you continue to gaze at him, for he hasn't had time off in weeks, and the first thing he ends up doing is chores? 

You couldn't help but pout with him, a busy man, he was, an endless supply's worth of music production in the palm of his hands, a passion of his. Yet, he does not complain when you ask him for help. It is much difficult when one falls in desperation for need, for every dust could become a bunny waiting to be inhaled. It isn't exactly your fault when jobs become the overlying priority in your lives.

From breakfast to noon since you've started this cleaning fest. Witnessing the sun's bright glow—it's soft hue of gold as it glimmers into the shimmering orange rays that seep through the windows. The slight howl of wind slipping past the curtains.

Coming back from the laundry room, you continuously flinch at the heat—that is, until you giggle at the idea of dumping these scorching clothes on your husband. Karma for distracting you each time you started a new chore. 

You enter the room, tiptoeing to Chan as you observe him—his lips moving, muttering random thoughts as he folds shirt after shirt. You had a slight feeling he heard you, but still risked it. As expected, he turns around—colliding with the laundry basket in your hands, the freshly dried clothes dumped upon his figure.

Planned failed yet worked out successfully.

“Hot!” He yelps, reacting violently by reaching for you, who's about to run away. But malfunctioning as you clutch onto your stomach from the slight wheezing—his eyes bulging wide, arms flapping around, head turning to multiple different directions. “Oh no, you don't!” He barks, grabbing your waist, causing your bodies to crash—bouncing on top of the piles of clothing scattered around the bed.

“How is this allowed? Yet, me offering my love to you earlier wasn't?” His tone, accusing, as he places his head on the crook of your neck, spooning you as you try to wiggle out of his grip. With no luck, his arms tighten on your figure with each move you take. A prey, you thought. As if you were a prey trapped inside a coiling snake. One so close to be devoured, if not the success of escaping doesn't occur.

“Doesn't count!” You squeak, his mouth nibbling slightly on your ear, nose rubbing around the back of your head. “Chris! It tickles! Stop–” He continues, only this time, moving towards your neck, peppering kisses as he sucks on some parts—tongue swiping every time he does.

“Don't resist, it'll only get worse if you do.” He whispers against you, fingers circling on your stomach while the other hand squeezes your thigh. Flipping your position, he swiftly moves his legs to your sides, trapping you below him—smiling, he places his forehead on yours. 

Curls of molasses fall down slightly, the sun's gaze highlighting such pure content written across his features. Eyelids scrunched up from adoration, love spoken in the sigh against your lips—breaths lingering as if a kiss was held in between.

He lays his hands on both of your cheeks, cradling your face beneath his grasp—softly planting a kiss on your forehead. He handles your head gently, as if you'd break at the smallest touch. 

Your husband smiles again, eyes crinkling at your dazed reaction. He chuckles, lowering his head—placing kiss after kiss on wherever he can, as if exploring your body, the body he's already ingrained in the depths of his soul. 

“I.” A kiss on your eye. 

“Can.” Kisses on your cheeks. 

“Never.” A kiss on your lips, biting delicately as if desire spoke within the action. 

“Get.” A kiss below your earlobe.

“Enough,” A kiss on your jaw, more as he explores your neck—dragging out the end of the word.

“Of.” A kiss on your collar bones, painfully taking his time as he descends to the middle of your breasts—staying there as he grabs your left hand. The gaze lasting on you as you flutter your eyes open, he must've looked ravished of you—there was no doubt, he was in dire need of such love. He's grown absolutely frantic without you.

“You.” He plants his last kiss on the back of your hand.

“Channie–” You whine, grabbing onto his arms, you almost forget how obsessively rough they've gotten. Chan laughs, “Hm?” The side of his lips curling up, holding onto you tightly—the space between you both disappearing each time that he presses your body closer and closer.

“T-the chores…” You stutter out, still trying everything in your power not to back down. “My sweet love. You're my priority.” He whines, nuzzling his face on your neck as you place your hands at the back of his head—one tenderly rubbing patterns at his back while the other plays with his hair.

“I'm off tomorrow.” He muffles into you, causing your figure to stiffen at the news. You haven't heard him say that since weeks prior—it was torturous, but he didn't really have a choice from the responsibilities he beholds. The group they have, they rely on each other, they care for each other, and all you could do was support him, because you understood.

Yet it felt as though everything burned to the ground instead, since he had never been home. He mentions this as if such news wasn't a big deal, as if you haven't grown miserable without him.

“How come?” You ask, curious—fingers now fully twiddling with his hair.

“My wife, how I missed you.” He whispers, placing multiple kisses on your neck—wherever he can reach without ultimately leaving the spot. “I barely get to spend any time with you anymore. I become devastated whenever I arrive home, and you're either asleep or gone for your work.” You could feel the frown forming on his lips. He held you tightly as the seconds trickled, as if you would disappear if he had not.

“Baby, you don't have to.” You clarify, knowing how much this job truly meant to him. “We both know it's none of our fault.” You go on, moving your hands down to caress the back of his neck and below—his warmth flowing onto your skin. “Sometimes, we aren't able to, and that's okay. It is why we cherish these moments.”

He jolts up, eyes wide as he stares at you, your brows scrunched up in return, “Now, let's—” Your sentence is cut off when he lets out a hearty giggle. He grabs both your legs, wrapping it around his abdomen, “What are you—ah!” You squeal as you place both hands around his neck. His hands seize your waist as he carries you to the top of your bed onto the pillows, gingerly placing you down.

“Stop it!” You screech while his hands lift your shirt until your full stomach is revealed—he nuzzles his head into it, “I don't think so, you're warm.” continuously placing kiss after kiss.

Eventually, you end up ticking him, repositioning yourself on top of him, straddling his chest—you grab the pillow closest to you, hitting him playfully as he chuckles, dramatically screaming as if to mock you. You cling onto him as if you had been a Koala, and him, oddly, a tree. He hums against you, grabbing your chin softly, tilting your face upwards to gaze at him.

“I love you.” Chan's eyes twinkle as he gazes at you, brown locks scattered beneath the pillow behind him—he wishes more than anything that you understood the weight of those three words, which meant more to him than any star out there. The biggest sensation of adoration written in such pupils.

“I love you too.” You whisper back, wrapping your body around him further—clothes forgotten, cluttered items forgotten, everything just there. 

At this moment, all worries have been forgotten, all tasks shrugged off, because it's just you and your husband in the middle of it all and there's no place you'd rather be.

— Date Created: 6/15/2022 → Date Edited: 8/27/2022

A/N: I had found this gem hidden in my drafts, previously made it for a friend, and edited it to fit Chan. Please don't expect too much. I hope you find it somewhat sweet. I genuinely love marital fics, they make-up that tiny side of my brain in need of dopamine.

— Still working out taglists and stuff. Note that I am very slow in releasing content, so if you'd like to be added (please interact) send an ask or dm < 3

©lovehyyuntold — 2023

[no-saints-around-here]

Sleeping in the Nude

Yandere TR Boys

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tw: somnophilia, reader has female parts, explicit smut, dubcon/noncon, molestation, mentions of forced pregnancy, fingering, anal fingering, panty licking, oral, dead dove do not eat

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trying a bit of a different style of these, as usual didn’t manage to write all the boys, but if yall want to see any particular one just send it in!

Yandere Boys who sleep in the nude and insist you do too: Kazutora, Izana

“B-but you have to!” It would be the same song and dance every night with a very needy Kazutora should he ever manage to worm his way into your bed, this boy tugging at your sleeves, pleading with you to strip, all the while trying to block you from getting into bed. Full waterworks and the like, with his fingers hooked into the hem of your pjs trying to pull off your pants, insisting that he won’t - can’t - sleep unless he’s skin to skin and sharing body heat with you, his face buried in the crook of your neck and breathing in your familiar scent, breasts pressed up against him. Even likes to knead your boobs and sleep on them if you let him, but somehow he ends up there even if you say no and you don’t have the heart to push him off. It’s comforting to the point he can’t sleep without the sound of your heartbeat under him and his face being squished between your breasts. But Kazutora would be alot more reluctant to tell you another reason he’s so insistent is that sometimes he likes to rut between your soft thighs after you’ve fallen asleep while suckling at your breasts, whimpering and panting and making a mess of himself. Usually just finishes all over the bedsheets, but sometimes when he’s feeling more courageous, Kazutora will cautiously try and push himself into you and finish inside you, taking so much care to make sure you don’t wake (because if you do and you get angry at him, this boy has no idea what he would do). You just look so peaceful asleep, and you were right here with him. Treating him so well both in the day and at night, taking good care of him. All his.

Izana on the other hand wouldn't even begin to stand for any of this sleep-with-clothes nonsense. If he says the two of you only sleep naked, then you just simply have to follow along. Will insist and insist and throw a fit if you don’t let him pull of your pjs and underwear, and if you still hesitate, all the emotional manipulation and blackmail will start to leak out. “You hate me, don’t you?” Asking you if it’s something about him that you hate, that you were just trying to drive him away, accusing you of cheating on him and sleeping with others because why else would you be so reluctant. Right up till you give in and let him pull off your panties, and then instantly Izana is all smiles again, excitedly tugging you to bed and snuggling into your chest. For some reason if Izana is ever back later than usual and you’re already all snuggled in bed with your clothes on, he will very helpfully strip you out of your clothes himself whether or not you’re already asleep. Even sometimes secretly pull back or kick away the covers so you snuggle even more into him. Loves to help himself to you when your breathing has evened out; running his hands over your soft skin, lightly pinching your nipples and cupping your breasts, dipping his fingers into your pussy - you just look so delectable when you’re so vulnerable, and he can simply lean over and take a nibble of your very seductive shoulders. Having you naked helps even more when Izana is feeling especially horny - this boy wouldn’t hesitate to slip himself into you for a quick fuck, never rough enough to wake you from your beauty sleep though it doesn’t matter to him even if you do. Usually opts to finish inside your warm walls (his absolute favourite), but sometimes opts to press just the tip of his dick into your mouth and cum there instead when he gets possessive. Sometimes would even leave his soft dick inside you when he falls back asleep huddled up against you. And when you wake up the next morning with hickies and bruises all over your shoulders and neck and a sticky residue between your legs or in your mouth, there is no trouble some watery eyes can’t get him out of. If you got pregnant and tied down to him, even better.

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Yandere Boys who sleep in the nude but you do you: Kakucho, Koko, Baji

Kakucho and Koko have never been shy about liking to sleep naked, especially in the summer months when it gets so warm even at night, but the moment anything becomes about you, these two boys simply become a blubbering mess tiptoeing around you with a red face. “Y-you wouldn’t mind?” Took so much stammering and you holding their hands and running your hand through their hair for Kakucho and Koko to even have the courage to tell you that they like sleeping in the nude when you share their bed for the first time, so there is absolutely no way these boys would even dare of dreaming to ask you to do anything. Some nights they only strip down after you fall asleep because they just can’t bring themselves to do it in front of you (what if you see something you don’t like?), and they make sure to put their clothes all back on before you wake). You wanna sleep nude? Wanna sleep clothed? Wanna sleep in just your underwear? Great! They support you 100%, you wouldn’t hear a single peep of complaint from either. So hesitant about even touching you while you’re asleep that you have to give him the explicit permission to cuddle - I mean, they wouldn’t make noise about it, but you can see the pathetic looks they sneak your way when you don’t, and you caved so hard.

But the thought of you choosing to be so vulnerable around them - trusting them to keep you safe and allowing them to be in such close proximity to you that they can bury their noses in your hair as they fall asleep - you can’t blame them for getting hard. You were just so close. Just there. On most nights Kakucho can get off just by pressing his nose into your shoulder and giving himself a good rub, but on those especially needy nights, he might escalate it to rubbing his hard on between your butt cheeks, be it clothed or not; your soft grip on him enough for him to cum, which if Kakucho doesn’t catch in a tissue, will very embarrassingly make sure he clean off you before you wake. As for Koko, he prefers to rub himself between your boobs, something he would never do in broad daylight - would cum all over your chest and face before this boy hastily wipes you clean, though the memory of you being covered in his cum is seared into his mind, and no doubt Koko would masturbate to the same memory in private again and again. Neither would ever let anyone see you like his, and they wouldn't think twice about making sure of that be it with their fists or more permanently.

“Whatever you want.” Baji is a bit of a different case from the other two - he’s only the slightest tad shy about being naked around you because of the manners his mother drilled into him about being respectful to women, but while this boy does like to sleep nude because he is a walking furnace and most nights are just too hot for him, Baji doesn’t mind you sleeping in clothes because there is something so arousing about slipping his hand into your pants and panties to touch your privates while you slumber away. Loves the feeling of the cloth on the back of his hand as he plays with your clit before slipping his fingers into you, hearing you whimper and whine in your sleep as you almost grind yourself against him, and if he hasn’t already cummed from just watching you, he’s rubbing himself off with his other hand. It feels so wrong to be touching you like this, especially when you placed so much trust in him, but at the same time its so hot, and Baji is no doubt extremely turned on watching you. Finishes into the sheets directly below himself so that it would be easier to hide from you with himself to wash at a later time. Wouldn’t mind if you slept naked either actually, given he can spread your legs and lips to watch his fingers disappear into you, maybe even have a quickie with you. Would be so ashamed at what he did when post-nut clarity sets in, but does it again anyway.

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Yandere Boys who don't sleep in the nude but insist you do: Mikey, Ran, Kisaki, South

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For South, I would say its more along the lines of trust. Always reasons with you that you would have no problem sleeping in the nude if you trusted him to keep you safe throughout the night. And you do trust him right? “I’ll keep you safe.” He would tell you that he is only sleeping in a pair of pants (but bare-chested) was in case he needed to get up for a fight, but that was nothing you had to worry about ever as long as you were with him. There was nothing in the night that could hurt you. But you being innocent you, you took him at his word, and had no problem stripping down and cuddling this giant heat-radiating teddy bear to sleep; you never had to worry about getting cold either. What you didn't realize was that the biggest monster of the night was the one you were hugging, and South absolutely loved to rake his eyes over you, running one large hand over you as you slept on. You look especially helpless when you're asleep, depending on him to look after you. Helps that he doesn't have to go through when he wants to slip one thick digit into you, and then two, watching your face twist in your sleep as he finger fucks you into an orgasm, or when South wants to pull you ever so carefully on top of him, push his dick into you and give you a quick bounce on his cock. You would groan and grunt with his size and how much he stretched you out, but wouldn't wake up despite complaining about how the area between your legs ached and burned the next day. Cums into you every time without fail.

Mikey and Ran are two boys who get cold very easily and absolutely hate to feel cold when they sleep - absolutely will not stop shivering and fussing and freezing until they are comfy in their pjs and tucked nicely under a blanket, but with the same breath would insist that you sleep nude, and would refuse you everything else. These two boys definitely come up with reasons and excuses to get you to agree. Ran would calmly explain to you that he had read "in studies" (Ran doesn't even read) that sleeping naked helps improve your complexion, and that you had much catching up to do when compared to even him, while Mikey would be unable to come up with any good reason, try random excuses like better cuddles and something about the stats of dying by pajama strangulation, before resorting to straight out temper-throwing and crying until you give in. And when you try to insist that you feel cold too in the night, all they would offer you would be more snuggles with them.

Two parts to why both Ran and Mikey would insist on you sleeping naked. First is because of the power play dynamics they had over you however small - there is something intrinsically arousing about how much more needy you got when cold, depending on them to keep warm you at night - and second is that they just liked to see you naked. There just simply isn’t enough time for that during the day, and it also helps that when you are asleep, you don’t complain or whine when they want to touch you and feel you and take in what was theirs. Mikey is so obsessed with your boobs, this baby boy just needs to be constantly touching and playing with them, pinching your nipples lightly and imagining milk leaking out. Likes to wriggle his way on top of you and suckle from you while you sleep, watching you worm around trying to get away from his persistence before instantly trying to cuddle back cause of the cold. And when his dick inevitably gets hard, its easy to shove it into you so that you can keep him warm. Ran on the other hand loves to finger your ass, which you would never let him do while you're awake - but when you're fast asleep, you don't wake up for anything. Which means the older Haitani has free reign to press one digit, and then two up your anus, watching your face cringe with discomfort and then pain as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of your butt. Wouldn't put his dick in there though given he doesn't want to actually hurt you, but your pussy is fair game if he's up for it.

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Yandere Boys who would pretend they don’t care, but forces you to do what they want when they feel like it: Hanma, Sanzu, Inupi

Yandere Boys who don't sleep in the nude and insist you don't either: Mitsuya, Draken, Rindo, Taiju

"Shit, Ran's at home!" Rindo truly, honestly has no problem with you sleeping in the nude. Honest. In fact he would prefer if the two of you could sleep nude together every night - after all, what's the point of having you share his bed if he couldn't cuddle with you? He'll cross his hard if you asked him to. The problem he has was with his older brother and Ran's complete inability to knock before entering his bedroom. There’s no way Rindo would ever let you be seen naked by anyone other than him, especially not Ran - that's his privilege only and this boy intends to keep it as such. Keeps his boxers on at night, and makes sure you were at least somewhat decent should his irritating brother despite to burst in through his double locked door, but no clothes are going to stop him from feeling you up under the covers when the lights goes off and you fall asleep on his arm, pressed up against his bare chest. Rindo is so eager to put his hand into your pants, pressing his fingers hard against your clothed pussy, while the other hand's two fingers are lightly eased into your mouth and pushed down against your tongue. And when you do eventually drench your panties in your fluids, this boy would slip those wet fingers into your mouth, and finally pull down your pants and push your underwear aside to slip himself in. Have to bite his lip just to muffle those grunts and groans cause god you feel so good clenching around his dick, and your troubled face though asleep look somehow even more innocent in the dim light of the night. Always make sure to wear a condom because he doesn't want to accidentally get you pregnant and have to explain anything to Ran. Rindo does make sure to pull all your clothes back down properly though, just in case.

Taiju would never allow any sort of heresy in his good Christian household, which interestingly extended to not allowing you to sleep in the nude until the two of you were married, but not to you sharing his bed before marriage. Would buy you decent, comfy pajamas for you to sleep, and make you throw away everything else you previously owned that met his exalting standards. "Cover yourself up, you look like a whore." Dresses, shorts, underwear only, all those went in the trash be it if you threw them yourself or he did it for you. And you weren’t allowed to pout about it either, with Taiju picking you up, tucking you into bed with him and with a combination of warmth and rocking you, lure you to sleep. But its not like Christianity is enough to stop Taiju from having his way with you when you're no longer awake - if you don't know and he doesn't take your virginity before marriage, then it can't be sinful can it? Plus you were always such a tease during the day, what with your innocent doe eyes. So conscious of not even holding your hand in broad daylight, this boy uses the night to relief his urges and desires that he keeps so suppressed. Pressing your mouth open and slipping his thick cock in, its a wonder that you don't wake from being choke as he starts to pump himself down your throat at a frantic pace. He would have gone slower, but he's been blue-balling himself for so long that he just needs to cum now. Switches between cumming into your mouth or onto your face, Taiju would have loved to leave his mark on you for the world to see that you belong to him, but forces himself to clean you up after because well. He didn't sin, did he?

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Hanma doesn't usually bother himself with what he wears out, let alone with what he or you wear to sleep, the lazy bastard. Happy to let you do whatever you want as long as he is nearby, either to scare away the gawkers or for cuddles when he finally thinks its time to sleep. However, even for Hanma there are those days where his urges come up, and that is when he simply forces you to do whatever his particular desires that day need. Usually it involves you and your panties, so if you like to sleep naked, tough luck - he will wrestle you into at least underwear, and then wrap you up in his limbs like an anaconda so that you can't attempt to strip again. "Come on, don't be difficult." It's not about you being vulnerable or looking innocent for this boy though - its more that you being unaware of what he is doing is part of the turn on. Hanma loves when he can tease you until you drench your panties unconsciously before stripping you of them, proceeding with watching you sleep on unaware as he rubs himself with them until he cums into the soft fabric. Far from the end, this boy instead presses the now-soiled panties into your mouth, making sure to rub the mix of cum and your fluids onto your tongue, cleaning off most of the dirtiness, after which he will have a quickie, cumming inside you before pulling your panties back on for you. And you are none the wiser all the foul things Hanma subjects your body to, waking the next morning ready to pamper him all over again.

[fatkish]

Y/n x Kimetsu no Gauken

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Y/n: *in the teacher’s lounge at their desk, sprays fart spray*

Sanemi: and then this kid was like- *sniffs* what the f-ck? The hell is that?!

Tengen: what are you talking about? *smells the air* *gags* what the hell did you eat? That’s rank!

Kyojuro: *takes a whiff* That is quite the offensive smell! However I’m impressed with how bad it is!

Obanai: *smells it* Sanemi what the hell

Sanemi: it wasn’t me!

Tengen: the f-ck have you been eating to make such a smell?

Obanai: did you sh-t your pants?

Sanemi: NO! It wasn’t me!

Gyomei: *cries* we should open a window

Y/n: I’ll do it *opens window and sprays fart spray when they walk past Sanemi*

Obanai: Again! What is wrong with you

Sanemi: the f-ck! It ain’t me! My sh-t don’t smell like that

Kanae: *covering her nose* Sanemi, you might want to see a doctor

Tengen: *gaging* it smells like death’s ass in here

Y/n: *falls over laughing*

Sanemi: the hell are you laughing at?!

Y/n: *holds up fart spray for everyone to see* it was a prank

Sanemi: I’m gonna kill you!

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Kyojuro: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Tengen: That's deep.

Y/n: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.

Tengen: That's deeper.

Sanemi: ….You guys are idiots.

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Y/n: *Gasp*

Sanemi: wHAT??

Y/n: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?

Sanemi: *inhales*

Tengen, in another room with Kyojuro: Why can I hear screeching?

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Y/n: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

Tengen: Schrödinger's boys.

Kyojuro: FUCK!

Gyomei: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Sanemi: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Sanemi: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Y/n: ...

Tengen: ...

Kyojuro: ...

Gyomei: ...

Sanemi: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

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Gyomei: Anyone d-

Y/n: Depressed?

Obanai: Drained?

Goto: Dumb?

Giyuu: Disliked?

Gyomei: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

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Kyojuro: You know what I learned from my friendship with Sanemi?

Gyomei: There’s no such thing as too mean?

Tengen: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Y/n: Always hold a grudge?

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Y/n: *arguing with Sanemi*

Sanemi: you don’t even have the balls to do that

Y/n: yes I do and they’re bigger than yours! They’re on my chest!

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Y/n: Tell me, what you are mad at?

Tengen: I paid twenty dollars for bottomless drinks.

Kyojuro, in the background: They got to the bottom.

Tengen: What is that? The bottom of the damn glass!

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Y/n, holding a rock: Kyojuro just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".

Tengen: If you don't marry them, I will.

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Tengen: Hi could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?

Y/n: Microwave for 40 minutes.

Sanemi: WHY WERE YOU MICROWAVING A LEMON?!

Y/n: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells and I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges, but I didn’t own any pots…

Kyojuro: Did you burn an orange too? HOW?!

Y/n: Microwave for 40 minutes.

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Tengen: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Y/n: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Kyojuro: A realist sees a freight train.

Sanemi: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

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Y/n: Hey, how did my phone break?

Kyojuro: You were drunk yesterday.

Y/n: And?

Gyomei: You threw it.

Y/n: Why?

Tengen: You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!”

Y/n: And why didn’t you stop me?!

Sanemi: We were busy laughing our asses off.

[dear-ao3]

Good things about Connecticut:

We killed Henry Kissinger

Our state health insurance is pretty good (and you can be on it just for being broke you don’t have to be broke and a child, broke and disabled, broke and old, etc)

Beaches are not super touristy

We got cool museums and shit

Our state bug is a praying mantis and it’s illegal to kill them (some people will disagree that this is good but I think it’s pretty sweet)

Bad things about Connecticut:

Surprising amount of Tr*mp supporters

New England Weather™️

Pretends to be better drivers than the Mid-Atlantic states but isn’t actually

Still subject to most American Nonsense

more good things about ct:

commission on human rights and activities

our pizza. specifically my local place (will not say bc i will then be doxxing myself)

big y

the ct science center

my history teachers from 11 and 12th grade

the weather!!!

how pretty fall is

state mammal is a sperm whale

we killed henry kissinger

NATHAN HALE

more bad things about ct:

darien

the entireity of fairfield county

putnam.

the strange and confusing amount of confederate flags in the new london area

anyone with a summer house in cape cod

driving

the weird nazi problem?????????

vineyard vines enjoyers

[ziinesso]

"It seems like I've been made captive."

"By who?"

"You."

"Nonsense."

"Then why can't I leave your sight? Why do I constantly yearn for you? Tell me Y/N. Tell me how did you make me captive of your love."

- toji (jjk) ; madara, kakashi (nt) ; mihawk, rayleigh (op) ; worick (ggt) ; shinichiro (tr)