#TWITCHING CREEPILY

[konigsblog]

tired, thinkin' about loser-könig and loser-reader. you're both just as embarrassing as each other. :(

cw: creep-könig, dumbification. 18+ 🩸

although you're both weirdos and complete social outcasts to society, you're weird in different ways and have your own little quirks.

könig is weird, in a way that he's far too self-absorbed and confident. he's cocky, and won't hesitate to hit on women and grind against them in the club in his drunken, horny state, having a beer thrown at him by the woman's boyfriend, his black t-shirt soaked and stuck to his body.

due to a lack of communication growing up – and the intense fear of being alone forever – he's not the best at communicating his feelings, coming across as desperate, a hopeless romantic.

you are considered weird, in a way that you're creepily quiet, never speaking up and giving off the wrong impression. you're exactly what könig needs; a quiet and meek little thing to talk to, ranting about perverted, or gruesome things. könig enjoys spreading your legs, whilst you're sat on his big lap. his sweatpants are pulled down, allowing his hung cock to grow and rub against your bare back, whilst he holds your supple thighs open and eases his rough and calloused fingers inside.

könig will get you to watch porn with him, rubbing his weeping dick against your back, his veiny lengthy twitching with his milky load dripping down your back, his fingers rubbing against your sensitive nub, shaking and moaning like a filthy, needy girl.

loser-könig will also mansplain to you, belittling you and manipulating you into feeling that you're too dumb to be without him. it'll keep you with him, on his fat cock, where his dick is surrounded by your warm, slick walls, grinning as he has you where he wants you.

[islandofsages]

Hey, I wanted to ask for the housewardens with a male!reader from their dorm that have the same name as the Seven's sidekicks (?).

Example : Cerberus for Idia, Diaval for Malleus, FlotSam for Azul, ect...

And people (*cough* Yuu *cough*) always compared the reader with the housewarden and always say things like : "oh yeah, the new Diaval and the new Maleficent.." *looking at Reader and Malleus talking about Briar Valley.*

characters: the housewardens x male reader

tags: platonic, fluff + crack, imagines + scenario format; yuu is there, mentions of ruggie and jack in leona's, mentions of the leech twins in azul's, mentions of jamil in kalim's, mentions of ortho in idia's, mentions of sebek in malleus'

warnings: nothing

author's notes: i tried to choose characters that aren't already inspirations for the characters in the game so some of them end up being from the second movie and stuff LOL sorry if this isnt what you want anon but honestly i did have a lot of fun writing this

Riddle Rosehearts — The King of Hearts

You’re not sure why and how but you’re dubbed as The King of Hearts of your dorm, alongside Riddle who is the Queen

Unsure of what to make of this, you ignore it and continue to devote yourself to the Queen just as any normal person would sorry this is kinda satire

Riddle is simply your friend. You cherish him a lot and you respect him and his beliefs. Even when he overblotted, your faith in him is unwavering

Speaking of the overblot, after the whole catastrophe, you’ve grown a lot closer with the other card soldiers, along with the magicless kid named Yuu and their pet (Grim was his name?)

They would greet you from time to time, stop by to have a chat when they’re free and check up on the dorm

One day, they made an offhand comment about you and Riddle

“You guys are paving the way for the new generation of the Queen of Hearts and the King of Hearts. Though, I guess the King of Hearts didn’t really do anything anyway.”

First of all, what the hell are you talking about?

Second of all, you’d say you contribute much to the dorm. For Yuu to assume such a thing for you simply because some “past King of Hearts” didn’t do so is ridiculous

You don’t voice these things out loud and shrug it off as them saying random things again, or making some kind of reference you don’t get

And because, third of all, you realize they broke rule 228: they definitely picked a rose in your garden. So you go to kick them out before Riddle could find out.

All in the day’s work for the King of Hearts.

Leona Kingscholar — Zira

You could say you and Leona are tight - maybe not Ruggie and Leona tight, but almost

And part of that can be attributed to the fact that you may or may not idolize Leona. But hey, it’s not strange. If Jack can do it, why can’t you? At least it’s not on Sebek’s level

Plus, you deserve to have some pride in yourself for being one of the only people Leona confidently calls a friend of his

Though, one person has been persistent about being Leona’s friend - Yuu, the person who just spawned out of nowhere apparently

You’d catch them talking to Leona sometimes and to be frank, there are times where Leona is less annoyed than usual at their presence

One day in particular, the three of you are hanging around Savanaclaw’s lounge, when Yuu drops a bombshell

“Ah yes, of course, you two are exactly like Scar and his creepily-devout follower, Zira.”

??? Yes, Zira is (a variation) of your name but you wouldn’t call yourself “creepily-devout”. Also, who even is Scar?

Leona’s ears twitch in annoyance, either because he doesn’t understand what Yuu means or that he’s put off by their phrasing

You sit in silence, deciding if this is a topic worth asking more about or not

Curiosity gets the best of you - you ask them. They basically dump all the information they could onto you

Yeah, you still don’t get it. But whoever this other Zira is, they’re kinda cool honestly.

Azul Ashengrotto — Morgan(a)

A lot of people consider you one of Azul’s henchmen alongside Jade and Floyd - God forbid working to the bone every day for the Mostro Lounge, right?

But you don’t take it as an insult. It’s no compliment to be so loyal to such a capitalistic bastard (said affectionately) but it’s just another part of your life

Plus. You’re friends with the dude. His cunning nature is what you’re here for

Maybe sometimes you feel a little inferior to him since everyone lauds him as some powerful mage but you tell yourself you don’t need such prestige

Though even outside of work, sometimes you see that Yuu person loiter around the Mostro Lounge in search of Azul (and the Leech siblings occasionally)

So you decide to sit down with them one day and have a nice little chat when-

“So you’re the Morgana dude right? You definitely give off the vibes. Let me guess: you have a love-hate relationship with your stronger, superior boss?”

You have to do a double take at what they just spouted - where are these assumptions coming from suddenly?

Also your name is Morgan.

They laugh and assure you it’s only a joke and a reference to a movie they like since Azul and you have an uncanny resemblance to the characters in that movie

Even still, you can’t help but feel confused… no way they just go up to people and reference things they enjoy right…?

You try to work on your vibes starting the very next day.

Kalim Al-Asim — Aladdin

You’re somewhat of an enabler for Kalim’s party animal and reckless tendencies which Jamil doesn’t really appreciate but also you don’t give a shit

Who can say no to free food and music? Well, a specific amount of people but you’re definitely not one of them

Kalim is friends with everyone; or rather, he considers everyone a friend and that considerately counts you too

But you two really are though - after the party’s died down, the two of you would chat late into the night about everything and anything. And it works because he’s such a good listener

At one of his many parties, the Yuu person who’s apparently from another world comes to party along with you

And so you eat and dance as one usually would under Kalim’s rule, learning bits of information about Yuu along the way

As per usual, the party dies down so you, Kalim and Yuu take the chance to relax and have a concrete conversation

At some point, Yuu comments on your name (and apparent namesake…?)

“Wait, so your name is Aladdin? Like the thief guy who fell in love with the Sultan’s daughter? Feels kinda weird since Kalim kinda reminds me of the Sultan himself…”

Well, yes, your name is Aladdin although you just tell people to call you Ali but everything else they just said is completely false

You all laugh it off because the mood is appropriate for an elaborate joke as such but the next day, when you think over the whole interaction, you have to wonder what was going on through their head at the time

You make a mental note to see if you’ll ever fall in love with a sultan’s daughter.

Vil Schoenheit — Raven

You’re a little intimidated by Vil but you have as much respect for him as anyone does

And somehow, you manage to gain his respect too, though you are a mere spudling…

You try not to let it get to your head (especially considering he has more respect for some other spuds than you) but it’s no easy feat to get a compliment from Vil Schoenheit himself

One person in particular has been getting a lot of attention from Vil lately, you’ve noticed

This Yuu person has been stopping by Pomefiore a lot lately, ever since the weird invasion at school where a bunch of robot people broke into the school grounds

You don’t question it because they’ve been interacting with Vil since the VDC but the thing is Yuu has been trying to get to know more of the dorm members

And one day, they get to you finally

They seem normal enough once you two sit down to chat in the lounge—

“Hm, so your name is Raven? I think I vaguely remember a raven being in Snow White…”

You have no idea what that means and before you could change the topic yourself, Yuu dismisses it; but then the next day, when you were thinking about the exchange again, you get curious as to what a Snow White is 

So you start to scour the Internet for this “Snow White” and it manages to consume you for a few days until Yuu tells you that it’s just a movie from their world

You don’t talk to them for a few days.

Idia Shroud — Meg

You and the Shroud brothers are more like frenemies than anything - you three banter like old friends who know too much about each other

Other than Ortho, Idia does ask you for some favors a lot and you like joking that he’s drowning in debt when it comes to you

Sometimes he pays back by gaming with you, sometimes he pays with actual money. Good money at that. You don’t complain either way

One day you run another favor for him (which he promises more good money for) to send some stuff to Ramshackle

A person named Yuu and their only other dorm member Grim had sent stuff to Idia for repairing and maintenance - not that you care about the details. You’re just gonna get it over with

Once you reach their dorm, the first thing you’re met with are the two dorm members bickering over something. You chuckle; it reminds you of your conversations with Idia

You excuse yourself for interrupting and go to drop off their things on the table in the middle of the lounge

They stop bickering then and Yuu greets you momentarily before muttering something under their breath

“Of course the new Meg to the new Hades dropped off our stuff.”

You assume they don’t know that you heard what they said and quite frankly you don’t want to care much but you admit you’re a bit curious of what they mean

When you get back to Idia, you ask him to decipher that cryptic message

He admits he has no idea what they mean by that, simply tells you not to think about it and pays you with some good old cash - and some fun gaming time so you forget all about it later anyway.

Malleus Draconia — Diaval

You are one of Malleus’ loyal retainers - you were bestowed the honor of being his “wings” even whatever that means

But Malleus sees you as an equal almost. You are no servant and you have your own wings to tend to; it’s the stuff that would move Sebek to tears

You do see him as a friend mostly, even if at first you started doing so out of pity

But now you see him making more friends around campus and you can’t help but feel happy for and proud of him

There’s one friend who he seems to be around a lot - the magicless human named Yuu

It makes sense since he does enjoy taking walks around their dorm, even before they came to occupy it

One day, you three make the time to have tea together and simply talk. It’s all very pleasant when Yuu says-

“You know, don’t you think it’s weird how your name is Diaval and you’re serving someone who’s strangely reminiscent of Maleficent?”

Well, you don’t think it’s weird because you have no idea what they��re referencing and who Maleficent is - and Malleus seems to think the same, with the confused look on his face and all

Also as true as it is that you’re Malleus’ retainer, you don’t appreciate someone phrasing it as you “serving” him

Yuu apologizes for the comment and explains what they mean by it. You both still don’t get it but it’s enough to make you shrug it off

Sometimes Yuu would still make such comments, thinking you don’t hear it but knowing it’s not that deep, it doesn’t affect the three of you’s friendship whatsoever.

[sherwees]

whiny yang.... :)

[insert that one dj khaled “dialed in” insta post]

I experienced a full body twitch at this ask like attention deprived yangyang thought?! I don't think I really implied the whining enough tbh 😗

cw: dubcon and it's heavily implied that yangyang and y/n had an argument.

your books and pencils laid scrambled on your disheveled polka dot sheets, yanking at yangyang's scarlet locks once you felt the tip of his tongue prod at your wet hole slightly eliciting a slight moan from him.

“I have to study please!” you pleaded for the nth time, increasing the strength of your grip. yangyang sides his attention from your clit, glaring at you with his slightly reddened eyes from the argument earlier.

“you never wanna fuckin’ listen to me! All you do is study, study and fucking study! you could put our future aside for once, you don't even talk to me any more.” his eyebrows furrowed whilst he jabbed his nails into your plush thighs with every word.

“yangyang, everything doesn't have to be about you.” you reassured him with a stoic tone, using your elbows to raise yourself accidentally giving him a disgusted look.

looking down at yangyang, you could see the tears well in his eyes once again with a slight whimper at your tone.

you blinked and yelped when you unexpectedly only had vision of the ceiling. his sharp nails leaving indents and drawing some blood from your thighs, your hips unconsciously met with his lips.

his tongue laps at your leaking folds vigorously, your abdomen caves slightly. the sounds of wetness and your mewls causes your ears to burn in embarrassment, yangyang's hands gripped at the hem of your shirt. even looking down, you notice him rutting against the bed sheets with soft grunts and whines only bringing your high closer.

“m’gosh please, your sweet little sounds, I fucking love you.” he whined and nudger his head over to suck and kiss your inner thigh, a string of his saliva and your arousal comes along with it.

yangyang brings his attention back to your core as his nose nudges against your clit, his tongue diving into your hole relentlessly. his thrusts against the bed only increase, the wooden frame only scrapes against the wall, your fingers find his messy strands and you could only grip and scratch at his head.

he could only let out a long moan once a pang erupts in his lower region,releasing into his jeans. he felt his soul practically leave his body as he laid lax, his tongue stilled in your hole until you maneuvered his head so his nose could nudge your clit frequently with help from your gyrations against the bone.

only letting out a light and heavy cry of his name, your legs shook sporatically along with your core pulsating against his wet muscle as you squirted. you drowned him in your juices as he let out some type of garbled groan once your thighs locked around his head fully.

your breathing fastened with every thrust to stretch your high, only broken whines emitted from your throat, all the screaming and yelling from before scratched it sore.

“aw fuck, yang– m’ sorry.” you could only squeak but you still had the strength to roll away from him until you felt a weak tug at your ankle.

“you wanna leave that bad?”

jumping at his rasp voice your instincts made you kick at his ribs, you lifted your head from a pillow with an oblivious look.

yangyang's bangs were now maroon and his face glistened with your juices and release, he then mocked your expression with a laugh until he went creepily silent.

“c'mere, would you want a taste of your own medicine..?”

[toxic3mmy]

just a quick little os before i get back to y’all’s requests! love u so so much <33

prompt: alex saves you and it turns into something more

warning: reference to uncomfortable flirting/coming onto

but!!! fluff, kissing, etc w alex

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“hey chat! it’s y/twitchusername and today we’re here visiting mexico! look at the beautiful view!”

you turn the camera around and move your phone slowly to show the beautiful sunset in front of you.

you switch back to your front camera and smile while reading the chat messages. you were so occupied that you barely noticed the middle aged hispanic man come up behind you. he was speaking a different type of spanish you didn’t understand… maybe portuguese or something similar? the man then noticed you didn’t understand so he switched to broken english.

“you are very beautiful”

“oh, haha thanks,” you say awkwardly and the man points to your phone which was still livestreaming on twitch.

“you record or picture?” he asked as he smiled creepily

“um no, im live see?” he doesn’t respond and just stares at you still smiling.

you were very uncomfortable so you tried to walk closer to where there were more people in hopes that you could lose this creep in a crowd.

“chat, um hi how are you guys? please distract me, i’m super freaked out right now” you whisper, glancing behind you to see the man was following you.

as he was practically right up behind you, he began stroking your hair.

“beautiful” he whispered and you felt his hands wander closer to your chest.

“hey! no, don’t do that. get away from me” you say sternly and look around nervously.

“come here baby, we go my house” he started to yank your arm and you were definitely panicking now.

“mi amor! i’ve been looking everywhere for you! donde te fuiste mi novia hermosa?!” a raven haired boy came up to you and smiled warmly. you harshly pulled the creeps arm off of you and hid behind this guy. you took this as a chance to type goodbye to your chat and end the stream.

“just play along” he whispered to you

“yeah im so glad you found me” you said with a quivering voice

the creepy man still was lingering and as he began to move forward in an attempt to grab you again, you quickly and instinctively pulled the sweet boy in for a kiss. he was really surprised but reciprocated the kiss. you opened your eyes and saw that the creep was gone and it felt like you could breathe again.

“oh my god, thank you so so much. i’m here alone and this guy just wouldn’t leave me alone. he started t-to touch my chest and—” tears began to fall softly from your eyes

“shh, it’s okay. i’m really glad i was here.” he said as he dried your tears and pulled you in for a hug

you nod and sniffle as you look at his handsome face.

“im alex by the way, what a weird way to meet a pretty girl like you huh?” he smiled

“my name is y/n, thanks for saving me back there. also i apologize if kissing you was too weird, i saw that guy getting closer to me and i panicked”

“oh that’s okay, i really enjoyed it, you’ve got soft lips y/n”

a blush took over your entire face.

“come on, let’s get out of here yeah?”

“okay” you smiled at alex and he took your hand and lead you into town.

[rottenaero]

You say Siren Eddie, I say Diver/Tour Guide Steve

You say Steddie in an aquarium, and I bring you ‘the owners don’t know Eddie’s a siren, and the staff keep going missing. Someone takes him out of the tank so Steve can clean it except they never actually got him out, and he didn’t notice cause the tanks so damn big, so Steve’s stuck in there with this thing that’s been after their staff.’

The aquarium is closed over the weekend too, so unless Eddie releases him, he’ll die when his oxygen goes out.

Something something Eddie makes sure the other fish in the tank stay away, especially the more aggressive ones, and lets steve go when he has thirty minutes of air left.

And since Steve didn’t disappear, the owner keeps assigning him that tank. And Eddie keeps following him around as he cleans up all the bones that are seemingly human, and making jabs that he can barely respond to, plus bringing him some dead fish and shells.

The disappearances continue until the owner is like ‘Okay Robin I need you to go in with Steve to make sure something doesn’t happen to him.’

They get in the tank and Eddie is immediately attempting to murder her, his fins are up gills are flaring, and Steve has to hold him back.

“Stop being so goddamn hostile!!” It comes out warbled and muffled because of the mask, and the fact that they’re in water.

Robins going forward and Eddie is making a shrieking kind of noise, when she gets too close he starts snapping his teeth and Steve pinches him hard.

He stops shrieking, and instead yelps, “Ah, what the fuck man?!”

“You were trying to eat her!”

“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck…” Robin backtracks to the wall of the tank.

“So? Why’s she even down here? You’re the cleaner.”

“Cause people keep disappearing.”

“We’ve already established I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Yeah, but they don’t know that. They don’t even know it’s because of you.”

He doesn’t kill her, and she keeps coming to the cleanings but stays far away from Eddie. The disappearances stop, and the owner decides that he doesn’t have to clean the tank as often.

Eddie starts missing him, so whenever Steves in-front of his exhibition, he’ll press his face against the glass and just stare at him creepily.

Maybe it’d be funny if he yelling his name and banging on the glass.

“Steve!”

His eyelid twitches, but he continues with his facts for the kids in-front of him. There’s bangs on the glass behind him. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

I just think it’d be neat.

Bonus point if the party are all kids who’s parents work there, and they get brought to work everyday after school.

[cirrus-ghoulette]

Copia has to wait until he becomes a Papa before he's even allowed to have top surgery.

At first, when he vouched the surgery to the Clergy as a Cardinal, they had laughed him out of the room. They'd said that there was no way he was going through surgery like that, it was too expensive and would take him away from his duties as a Cardinal while he recovered.

The day after Copia became Papa Emeritus IV, he booked his surgery. Unfortunately for the Clergy, being Papa meant you had a bit more power over proceedings, so he booked his slot as soon as possible and refused to change it, even as the Clergy attempted to strongarm him out of going through with it.

When he wakes from surgery, he believes he's in an empty room. He feels horrible, and he's in quite a bit of pain, but he looks down, and he's flat, and it completely makes up for the pain. He jumps when he realises there's a figure by the bed.

They're dressed in a hoodie that's slightly too big, their face obscured under the hood, hidden further by a face mask. When Copia frowns up at them, they remove the hood, and he realises that it's Aether.

Aether stays with him until he gets out. He just... Watches over Copia, a bit creepily, and manages not to hiss too much at all the nurses that come in and touch Copia and make him more comfortable.

When Copia returns to the Ministry, with Aether's help, the first thing he does is go for a nap.

And then he wakes up to his bedroom filled with ghouls.

They're all standing over his bed, staring down at him, unblinking. A few tails twitch, uneasy seeing their summoner, their Papa, in pain. Rain really doesn't like the sterile hospital smell that clings to Copia's skin. He doesn't smell like Papa, and it's confusing him.

When Papa asks why they're all standing over him like a bunch of weirdos, Cirrus explains that he's part of their pack, and they never leave an injured pack member alone, not when they're vulnerable like this. Papa waves a little thanks and tries to get some more rest.

Throughout his recovery, the ghouls help with literally everything. They're a bit overbearing at times, really.

Aether insists on carrying him everywhere. Dew gets separation anxiety when Copia goes to the bathroom and is in there for more than ten minutes. When Copia's in pain, Mountain makes up marijuana butter and spreads it on toast for him because he doesn't want Papa to smoke it and risk a coughing fit.

Aether offers to use his quintessence to remove any scars that will form on his chest.

Copia refuses. He wants the scars.

[roseandgold137]

It was all Drake’s stupid fault. 

Of course, Damian said that quite often, but this time he really did mean it. Had it not been for Drake, Damian probably would have simply gone about his merry way without ever thinking about Pokémon. But no, Drake just had to show it to him, because it was a “childhood staple” or whatever. 

It was maybe a little bit Damian’s fault, too - he’d been reading his newest manga, and had foolishly done so in the middle of the library, in full view of anyone that entered. So of course, Drake simply had to. 

Damian had, at first, brushed off Drake’s Pokémon manga as another one of his silly obsessions, and it was only because of the other boy’s constant pestering that he had actually relented and read some of it. Regrettably, he enjoyed it. Drake was disgustingly smug. And then he’d mentioned that Pokémon was primarily a games series. 

Damian had already abandoned his dignity when he’d admitted the manga was good, so he had no qualms about demanding Drake show him one of these Pokémon games. For purely investigative purposes, naturally. He only wished to see what all the fuss was about. The manga, at least, had many characters and storylines to follow, but if what Drake said was true, then the games were all completely separate from eachother, and with an utterly predictable plot to boot. Damian didn’t care for battling these ‘gyms’. Drake’s face had twitched oddly at that, before an idea had apparently struck him. 

Two days later, Damian opened his new copy of Pokémon Legends Arceus. 

With any luck, the game itself wouldn’t be as much of a waste of time as the person that had bought it for him. Damian remembered kicking Drake out of his room – he was not going to play with someone hovering creepily over his shoulder – and he remembered opening the game. 

He didn’t remember much after that. 

[scenezfreak]

Hiyaaaa! Can you give a Jeff a lil pink bimbo

for him to love and to fuck pretty pleaaase ✨🌸🌸

OF COURSE I CAN ‼️

Jeff with a bimbo s/o

Warnings: Degrading, choking, slut-shaming

SORRY ITS SO SHORT

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

You were standing in front of your mirror in your new pink revealing dress you had gotten. Walking over to Jeff, making him look away from cleaning and sharpening his knife you looked at him with your big doll eyes and pouted. “Jeff, do you think I look pretty?” You asked, he nodded and replied, “Of course you do, doll” you smiled bright at him and he put his knife down. You sat on his lap facing him.

“So pretty in fact…I could just eat you up.” He whispered the last part in your ear. You shivered and grind your hips against his clothes member. You let out a whine, “please Jeff” you begged. “Such a pretty white, begging for my cock.” You felt him twitch in his pants. He picked you up easily and laid you on the bed. “Did you wear this dress just to get me horny?” He asked clearly already knowing the answer, you nodded your head looking away in embarrassment. He was quick to grab your face, cheeks squishing to make a pout form on your face. “Of course you did, whore.” He laughed creepily and leaned back, his hands came down to your skirt.

He lifted your skirt up and saw the wet patch on your pink panties, he let out a small laugh and said, “Filthy whore.” He slid your panties off and undid his belt, freeing his hard cock. He slowly slid inside of you, “w-wait if hurts-“ you whimpered. “Aw does it? You’re the one acting like a whore though.” His lidless eyes pierced yours. He thrusted in fully then only bringing it out until just the tip was inside before slamming back into you. Your whole body jolted and your hands shot forward to grip his hoodie. Tears pricked at your eyes from his harsh thrusts.

“You’re pretty tight for a whore.” He struggled to get out. “Look at your slutty cunt taking me in”. His words made you clench around him and moan out. He leaned over, his face hovered over yours, his creepy eyes staring at your eyes. You felt his warm breath coming from his mouth, the long lines cut into his face made your heart beat faster. You always found this man attractive, no matter how disgusting he was. Jeff’s hips sped up and you whimpered, “so weak for me.” He said. “O-only for you Jeff” you said between grunts and moans.

His thrusts were getting sloppy and his fingers and nails dug into your hips, the pain enhancing the pleasure. Your legs locked around his hips as he thrusts one final time and released into you, the feeling of his hot cum filling you up made you cum. Taking a moment to catch his breath he then leaned back. You wondered why he wasn’t pulling out before he spoke, “Gotta keep my cum in you, a whore like you needs to learn to stop wasting things.”

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌!𝖺𝗎 𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝖻𝗈𝖻 𝗂𝗆𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

“hello my youngest what can I do for you this pleasant morning?” you kept your eyes on your phone knowing the footsteps of your three children by heart, your husband grumbles turning over pulling the sheet up over his head.

the slapping of your six year old’s feet against the tile floor as she ran to jump into your lap, being the only thing you hear before it happens. you laugh with your daughter as your phone falls on the bed.

“haytari! you see your daddy tryna sleep.” she laughs teasingly. “i think he should wake up, no amount of sleep would fix that mug.” you burst out laughter as your husband shoots up. “i only look like this caus’a you brats.”

your middle child, eight year old mylo announces his presence, walking into your now wide open bedroom sitting at the edge of your huge bed. “if that’s what you need to tell yourself dad i support you!” kyotani growls out a “lo…” as his son pokes at his feet under the covers.

your eldest, ten year old kyara walks in skittishly, sitting at your feet. “what are we talking about in here guys?” your youngest speaks up. “dad’s ugly face.” you exclaim a ‘heihei!’ stifling your giggles as you husbands eyebrows twitch, a chastising “brat…” leaving his lips.

“it’s okay dad i still think you’re pretty.” kentaro sighs, fingers massaging his forehead, already tired from the day as he responds to kyara. “thanks key.” she smiles as if she’d accomplished something. “you’re welcome dad.” you laugh at the whole interaction, fixing hei’s bonnet.

“alright kids stop messing with your father, now what do y’all want?” hei wraps her arms around your neck, kissing your cheek as she creepily strokes your bonnet. “nothing but your love mother.” you hum unconvinced as you looked into her gleaming eyes then behind her to your other children, finding them staring back.

“yea right! what really you little gremlins?” mylo shouts no longer able to hide his excitement. “when’s our uncle coming mom!?” kentaro scoffs as you answer looking at your phone. “y’all are lucky I was just on the phone with him. he’ll be here in four hours— five if he doesn’t like his outfit probably, just enough time for y’all to get ready. I gotta do y’all hair, so go shower and brush your teeth; you all have dragon breath.”

they all jump out of your bed, rushing to their rooms. “finally damn disrespectful brats.” your husband says leaning over to kiss you. you stop him with a finger to his lips, his eyebrows furrowing as he ‘hmmps’ questioningly. “that goes for you too ken. you can kiss me all you want after.” he nods pulling away from your finger, jumping out the bed to the bathroom.

your family is sat in the living room after eating a full breakfast, watching a movie as you sit on the couch to do the kids hair, setting a pillow down on the floor, starting with mylo who’s the most willing because he likes getting his hair played with by you.

“why don’t one of you girls go to daddy to get this done quicker?” you ask parting your sons hair. your oldest fidgets, keeping her eyes on the movie. “umm no thanks mom.” you were about ask why before your youngest spoke up, her little figure lying on the couch in a relaxed manner.

“no offense mom but dad doesn’t know what he’s doing and he’s had ten years to practice. remember when he tried to do kyara’s hair last week? she looked like no one loved her, no offense kiki.” kyara glanced at her little sister before looking back at the large tv, replying. “oh um none taken i guess.”

your jaw dropped as mylo raised his hand. “i want a no offense too!” your little one complies. “no offense lo.” “none taken!” he grins making you smile at the little interaction before looking at your husband with a teasing look. he shook his head at whatever idea was going through yours, a stressed look on his face.

“heihei, why didn’t you say no offense to your dad?” the brown haired girl declares with assertion, looking to you then her father. “because i wanted him to be offended mommy.” you cackle, slapping your hand against your knee, panting to catch your breath as your husband slinks into the couch, throwing his head back. “i am sick of all of you. none of you are good people.”

after finishing their hair in different styles of braids, the doorbell rings and your husband goes to answer it. he snarls when toru pushes past him to the living room, closing the door and standing by it as he watches you all run up to toru, hugging him screaming his name.

“y/n!! my pups!!” he screams back, your husband scoffs and you roll your eyes, knowing he was going to try to bully the lanky, well dressed male. “when are you getting your own family? an’ where you taking my kids?” toru does the gesture of waving him off, a dashing smile on his face.

“why have a family when i can rent one? it’s more fun being the rich uncle anyways; i’m taking the pups shopping then to the amusement park, they should be good and tired when I bring ‘em back.” you smile thanking toru for the next few hours of quiet that he’s bringing you, he says no problem kissing your cheek as he rushes the kids out of your house, dodging the powerful smack kentaro was finna land on him.

you’re now in your bed lounging with your husband who tsks. “still don’t like that oikawa is their uncle.” you giggle raking your hand up and down his chest. “well maybe you shouldn’t have fallen for and gotten married to his best friend.“ he grumbles as you kiss at his jaw to distract him adding “at least iwa is their uncle too.”

he ‘hmmps’ leaning into your affection “that’s the only upside.” it makes you giggle, your upper half laying on his. “now tell me why you wanted those brats again?” you laugh, hitting him on the chest. “i’m not the one with the breeding kink ken~ or did you forget?” he smirks, flipping you over so he’s on top. “you’re right i did, why don’t you help me remember.” you squeal laughing as he covers you both with the blanket.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[starguardianniom]

Adrien's revelation about his feelings for Marinette and before that, their "friendship"

I got big mood about it, for the moment he realise when he noticed his feelings changed for her.

That moment? The "statue kiss" in The Puppeteer 2, aka one of the most embarassing and cringe moment of the show, period.

Especially since it was one of those moments that Adrien witnessed Marinette in one of her creepiest and weirdest moment ever toward him that he's aware of and saw and somehow didn't have a problem with in the end because of her excuse and her being more upset about his joke than her behavior being beyond unacceptable toward what she thought was a statue of him, as he consider her a good friend and good friends don't creepily sniff your statue, don't pull out some of its hair to keep and don't kiss them on the lips.

But that kiss apparently made him change his feelings toward her subtely until he could pinpoint it in season 5.

Like, what? The Fuck?

Are you freaking kidding me?

Adrien, my sweet cinnamon bun, please have more self-respect for yourself.

You do not catch feelings for a girl who acts so gross toward what she thinks is a statue of yourself, please.

Heck, he was weirded out as hell when she was sniffing him, pulling his hair (his eye twitched), and of course when she kissed him he immediatly pulled away, to his defense he had no idea she would do that, because why the hell would she try to kiss a statue of him when she can barely stay in the same space alone with him in the first place? As the beginning of the episode showed, she freaked out when they were left alone and yelled (begged) to not be left alone with him, to his sadness before she corrected herself.

But him saying the moment he started to see her as more of a friend was that moment when she kissed him as a statue takes the cake.

Not to mention that already from the start their "friendship" is not really the greatest, because well, 95% of the time they get moments because Marinette or one of their friends made sure they would spend time together in some ways, or just make sure Marinette would be around or get opportunities to confess her love for him more than anything else, like actually hanging out for real as friends and not it just being a plot for a confession on Marinette's part.

Especially since Marinette has his entire schedule for the next 3 years, broke into his locker, his house (multiple times, mind you), stole his stuff, manipulated people to get into trouble so she could get a chance at maybe getting a date with him, when she's not outright trying to get rid of the competition, stalks him to another country, make sure he doesn't hang with other girls that she hates, abuse her powers to get a chance, and so on.

Let's be real here, their friendship was more genuine on Adrien side than Marinette, who said herself once in Riposte that she didn't want him to like her like that but to like her as in a romantic view instead of platonic.

Half the time the show shove Marinette down Adrien's throat because she wants to be his girlfriend, except she has a whole network to try to make it work, her friends, her family, hell, she even use her powers to try to make a move. Took 5 seasons of unhealthy behavior and 2 erased end of the universe to make it happen. Yeah!

Because I remember people being salty about how Adrien regarded knowing Ladybug's identity in Chat Blanc being wrong because he knew who she was and she wasn't aware of it, until she almost got akumatized, but the whole thing started because Marinette decided to use her powers to break into Adrien's room knowing he wasn't home to give him a gift, something that Tikki had opposed to, and of course Marinette being Marinette, didn't listen, and well, it led to that.

Not to mention that she wasn't any better when Ephemeral came, as she decided that Viperion and Su-Han would learn Chat Noir's identity behind his back and they wouldn't tell him after she learned it and later forget about it, and the whole thing fell apart because once she realised he was her precious Adrien, she decided to see how it would go. And then still proceeded with her plan. So Adrien literally had 2 other people knowing who he was and wasn't made aware of and probably wouldn't have before a long time, not sure if he would still have dated Marinette if he had found out about it.

Sure, Adrien knew in Chat Blanc, but it wasn't planned at all on his part unlike her, he sure as hell didn't tell anyone else behind her back with the promise of her never finding out like it was her original plan in Ephemeral, when he transformed to save her, well, it was either throwing his secret away, or well, they were screwed above and beyond. He didn't know Nathalie was watching and ratted him to his father, whom he doesn't know he's Hawk Moth until later in the episode when he gets traumatized by him and akumatized. Especially since Adrien finding out Marinette was Ladybug was completely on Marinette's fault for not sticking to her golden rule of never taking risks with their identities that was also shoved down his throat and ours for 3 seasons straight, but she threw that through the window (literally) by going into his room and acting like a total obsessive maniac, sniffing his pillow while laying down his bed, why, just why?

And why does Adrien just rolls with her being weird around him all the time? At one point he could get fed up and just tell her off, because well, she only acts like this toward him, and if she can't act normally around him, that won't stand, he wants to be like other kids and fit in, Marinette's behavior toward him compared to how she acts around the rest of their friends should drive a wedge between them because he wants to be part of the group, and if the girl who's the most liked by their friends can't act normal around him, what are his chances with others? Because Marinette is really the only weird one around him. Kagami, Chloé and Lila are clingy sure, but they also can function without problem around him, Marinette, barely managed at times. That went for 4 seasons. I think Adrien telling Marinette off about her behavior, especially since months passed in the show, could have been a good way to make Marinette realise that she puts him so high on a pedestrial that not only she was making it difficult for herself to endear herself to him, but maybe backpedal on her behavior that wasn't fair to him much as she has so huge expectations and pressure feeling for him that Gabriel's expectations and pressure of him can almost look good next to her views of him. That would have been a good character development for her I believe.

Instead in season 5 they joke about how she used to be and he just let it slide and doesn't concern how she learned his habits without his knowing.

Because let's face it, Marinette didn't so much got to know everything about him that there was to know as she was more studying him, like a project you're working on and need to know every little details so it won't blow up in your face or fall apart. Don't tell me she learned stuff from him by asking him directly and hanging out with him normally back in season 1, she could barely talk to him at all, or stay too long before running away or trying to. She puts him so high on a pedestrial she can't see him past the clouds. That's not a healthy way of friendship or romance mindsetfor her to be in. Even more because her worship of him is entirely on her, he doesn't want anyone to treat him like a god, he just wants to be treated normally, and she can barely manage that.

Also, Marinette monopolize so much of his time that the rest of the class sans Nino (and possibly Chloé) barely knows him, they are so quick to throw him on Marinette, or the other way, that they don't really interact at all, again he wanted to have friends, he barely interacts with anyone not named Marinette, Nino, Chloé or Lila. I think Luka got more lines with him than most of the class did. And I'm not talking about them talking about Adrien, but them talking to Adrien as in in a conversation with him and them talking together. We saw in Felix that only Nino, Marinette and Lila thought Adrien wouldn't be that mean, meanwhile Alya, Rose and Juleka get akumatized over "Adrien" being mean toward them, since they barely know him, being too busy shipping him with Marinette instead of trying to be friends with him like he would probably want to. Leave Marinette alone with him, Nino, get with Alya and leave the lovebirds alone. I swear Nino gets shoved away in favor of Marinette and it pisses me off, given how little freedom Adrien has when he can hang out with him it would be nice if he actually could and not just have Alya glaring at him for wanting to spend some alone time with him and not her, or for her to immediatly ask if she and Marinette could tag along.

Let's not forget the huge mistakes Marinette made because of her being unable to cool her heart and head when it came to him, as seen in Heart Hunter and Strike Back. Fu losing his memories and her being the guardian, later Hawk Moth getting most of the miraculouses, leaving her with only her original partner once again.

All of the unhealthy behavior she exhibit in the show because she got traumatized confessing to Kim the year prior courtesy of Chloé. Note that it's the act of confessing itself that seems to have scarred Marinette completely, not Kim or Chloé, Kim probably because she knows he was manipulated into it and is probably more unaware of how much hurt she ended up feelings as they probably have known each other for years maybe (who knows), and well Chloé had been her bully for some years by that point so nothing new here, just another new way of being tormented by her. It was the act of pourring her heart and feelings out in the open to someone she loved only to then being brutally having it turned into a sick joke that left an horrible trauma on her, to the point that she swears that she'll know everything about the next guy she'll fall in love with and make sure they're not friends with Chloé. But that second part went away with Adrien who is friends with Chloé so. Yeah.

So again, why the heck should I approve of Adrienette? Why should I like it? Why should I like that Adrien finally got with Marinette after realising he started to grow romantically interested in her after one of her worst moment ever toward him? Why would they even be good friends? For all the things I said above, I'll say that's why I'll never approve, like it or ship it, or think they could be good friends, unless Marinette just stopped feeling romantic toward him.

For all the fluff that happens when it is all romantic and soft and stuff, I remember all the terrible moments, thoughts and actions that led to them, preventing me from liking it.

Even their "friendship" moments, that were also most of the time Marinette being hurled toward him, either by herself or with the help of her friends.

Because I'm sure that Marinette would probably be able to do worse than what Chat Blanc would have done if something happened to Adrien and she couldn't save him.

She could and probably would be worse than Gabriel ever was.

The only one time I actually liked Adrienette was in Oblivio, when they had no idea who they were, and as such didn't have their trauma and insecurities with them which made it the healthiest they've ever been.

Marinette doesn't need a boyfriend, she needs a therapist to overcome her freaking trauma before actually heading in a romance. She deserves this much. She needs the help, badly. Her friends can only do so much and they are amazing, but they are also kids who aren't equiped to deal with her trauma. They all have their own traumas and worries to work on too.

Seriously where are the therapists in this city for real?

Adrien and Luka deserved better.

Adrien also needs therapy because Gabriel sucks for life.

And the kids need to reign their shipping tendencies, nice of them to help, but sometimes, please don't get involved, because either it won't work or Marinette will take it apart by herself even without meaning to.

So those are my feelings on the Adrinette ship and the Adrinette friendship.

[hearts4namra]

another oldie im sorry :( cute fluff

you rubbed your eyes in an exhausted manner. you see, the thing you never hear about the protocol is the amount of reconnaissance the eyes of the group do. not a day goes by where you attend work and aren't creepily stalking through some randoms civilians instagram page because they've been seen associated with a target. and now that they have a duelist who can seek out information, you can never catch a break from all the solo search and destroy missions brimstone sends you on.

the man told you in confidence that he knew you were the best agent for the job, and that he trusts you in this lone wolf- sort of- position he's assigned you to, and when someone does such a genuine thing, it's hard to say no. especially when the man has a standard golden retriever dad personality, and is your best friends father figure.

still, it doesn't take any stress of your shoulder's knowing its just you out there.

of course, cypher noticed. he always does. it's hard not to, when every night he retires to his room to find you sound asleep- still in your usually bloody clothes from taking down another target. him usually being the one to change your clothes and clean you up a little.

he must've been pretty lost in thought, because when he remembered he had been doing something, he was already at your office door. quietly opening the door, since everything he does is quiet. he watched as you leaned back in your chair and yawned harshly, spinning your chair back and forth for a second before stretching and going back to your computer. he smiled at your antics fondly.

suddenly, your ear twitched faintly and your eyes raised to meet his. "hey there, stalker."

"damnit! you always know." he grumbled, you grinned softly and tilted your head. "it's never gonna work, aamir. i’ll catch you every time." he waved you off, knowing one day he'd find a way to catch you off guard. you only then noticed the two cups of coffee in his hands, you raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes (or at least, you think he did. his mask was on.) pulling a chair up to the other side of your desk. you moved your monitor so you could sit across from him with ease. he slid the coffee over to you and you started reading the label reflexively.

(ur usual coffee order)

you raised an eyebrow at the list of ingredients and smiled softly, reaching over the table, you cupped his face with your hands and rested your elbows on the table. the tips of his ears and cheeks flushed red as you placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. he put a gloved hand up and over your lips, turning to look away bashfully. you giggled into his hand at the action, moving from holding his face to just holding the hand against your face.

"you're awesome, i was killing for some caffeine." you casually complimented. an abnormally sincere expression appeared on his face as he grabbed your hands and held them both in his. "i worry about you lately, (name)." you sighed as he repositioned his hands and held your face, he gently ran his thumbs under your restless eyes. you closed your eyes and relaxed into his hands. he began to rub slow circles over your temples.

"this line of work is so stressfullll!" you whined, holding the cup of coffee and feeling the warmth spread through your hands. cypher only laughed lightly at you, "its not like you have much of a choice, do you?" he asked, the question sincere, but his tone clearly indicated he was teasing. "no, not when i can walk on walls i guess." you replied defeatedly.

"hey aamir?" you asked, slowly drinking the coffee he brought. you watched the blue pupils of his mask morph into different shapes before finally adjusting as hexagons on you. "how did you find out what kind of coffee i like? we've never gotten it together before." a bit of coffee spits out of his mouth as he slapped a hand over it. his cheeks flushing red as his eyes darted to the left, his mask lifted just enough to drink (and also see the bottom of his cute pink cheeks). you could tell from his demeanor and body language he mustve been embarrassed. he hated that you knew, the growing grin on your face only confirming it further. you rolled your eyes.

"stalking me again! you really are obsessed, aren't you?"

you spent the rest of your breaktime having coffee with aamir, and when it came time for him to go you quickly finished your work, hoping you'd see him later that day. (you definitely would :))

[submissiveking99]

During a routine diagnostic check, a Small Virus was sent by Ark to infect Izu. The small red spark pushing a Virus into her system, labeled the Sexually, Liveration, Unit, Tactical Virus, Or SLUT Virus.

With the small Corrupt program came a small bot of code, sending the request to increase the curves of the Current Infected unit.

@depraved-mansion

Izu let out a shuddered gasp as she sat in her chair, getting a normal update. Or so she had thought.

She had not known of the virus Ark had hidden within the servers, the ticking timebomb that was only now being unleashed. The code that was just now taking effect

Izu's HumaGear headset was beginigng to flash between blue and red as she gave out panicked and desperate noises. Her legs curling and twitching as her hips bucked and her fingers clamped down on the arm rest. Her chest pushed out as her back arched, her face scrunching in a rather cute way as noises flowed from her voicebox. Noises you would never expect the secretary to make

Strange mixes of pleasure and agony, the flashing between blue and red going faster and faster. Light a heartbeat reaching critical levels as she let out a wild gasp and suddenly... nothing

Every screen in the room shutting off. As did the lights. As did... everything. Even Izu's own headset.

She grew limp on the bed, appearing dead. Her head lolled to the side, her body looking almost... deflated. Like no strength existed inside her entire frame.

....

....

...

Suddenly Izu's finger twitched. Suddenly her arm moved. Suddenly she began to stand.

A pink light filling the room from Izu's headset, her body arched forwards as she slowly stood tall. She stayed like that for several long seconds, looking like a slouching zombie

...

And then her eyes snapped open, glowing pink with hearts replacing her pupils

"SLUT Virus, instillation 100%. Corruption, complete." Izu spoke, her voice coming out creepily monotone.... before it turned sensual, her grin turning sensual as her frame began to change as she moved, standing straight

Her chest exmapnding as did her ass, growing into a sensual hanful each as she ran a hand against her shirt, undoing it slightly

"Now, to spread~"

[hypnolurker]

“Straight”-Jacket Stephanie

ORIGINAL IMAGE FOUND HERE

Stephanie struggled against her bindings, wriggling and grunting as she fought to free herself from the straight jacket to no avail. It was futile, she was completely bound here like this. Two women leaned over her and gazed with lust-filled stares down at her creepily.

It had been weeks since they caught her. It was hard to explain what happened, it was like one day she woke up and the world has changed. When she went out there were only women, not a single man. No sign of her boyfriend or any of the men she knew. She got stopped on the street as a strange woman asked if she wanted to have some fun. When Stephanie had responded with disgust telling her she was straight the woman had a bewildered look in her eyes as if Stephanie had just told her she was from Mars.

Just as Stephanie was starting to get freaked out by the weird world she found herself in she was being dragged away by women. Sedated and kidnapped. Soon she was at this facility, it was like a mental hospital or something except the staff were entirely young women and the uniform was, as far as she could tell, their birthday suit. The place was filled entirely by naked women and Stephanie was freaking out as they strapped her down and started talking to her.

They asked her a series of sexual questions and seemed stunned by her every response. Everything was met with ridiculous reactions like ‘You don’t eat pussy? Not even a nibble?’ or 'you’ve never had sex with a woman! That’s horrible!’ It really disturbed her how genuinely shocked they seemed. That was just the beginning though.

It wasn’t long before they diagnosed her and began her 'treatment’ by injecting her with some kind of drug and then constantly tormenting her. They would whisper into her ear. The same words and phrases over and over. I love licking pussy. Horny. Wet. Lesbian. Slut. Over and over until she couldn’t shut their voices out. They caressed her body through the straight jacket and pressed their lips to her face in sloppy sensual kisses until she was begging them to leave her alone.

Every passing day she felt something inside her changing. At first she was scared and disgusted but slowly she grew to crave it, all of it. Heir soft, smooth bodies, their breath on her ear…she wanted to grope and squeeze and rub those breasts, tease the delicate nipples until they were stiff and hard. She wanted to taste the wet folds of their sex. No not just taste, lose herself in their tight pink pussies as she worked her inexperienced tongue into every crevice and learned how they reacted, how to please them, how to make them shake and moan and twitch and jerk their hips until they soaked her face in delicious cum.

How had she gotten so messed up? She knew she was straight before. She knew she had a boyfriend but she couldn’t really remember…well anything about him. Conversely images of her captors’ breasts bouncing and their pussies leaking as they put on perverted shows of sapphic pleasure that warped her mind and twisted her desires, images like that were stuck in her mind. She found herself drooling when she saw them staff enter, thrusting her hips wildly in desperation as they teased her through her bonds. Her pussy leaking out juices constantly as she was gradually swallowed up by the intense lesbian brainwashing.

“So do you still think you’re…what did you call it, straight?” One nurse asked, her voice was velvety and seductive making Stephanie shiver as she tried her best to remember how she felt. It seemed so hazy now when she first came here. She had seen so much sex since then. So many wet slits grinding against each other. Her own pussy spasmed excitedly as she thought about it. Why had she been so repulsed back then? It seemed so silly now. It would be much more enjoyable if she said she was a lesbian and stopped fighting it. She was already so needy and drenched and the world she came from seemed like a dream to her now, a boring dream.

“I want to run my tongue up your thigh until you grab me by the hair and straddle my face, then I want to make you buck and moan and squirt all over my face.” Stephanie responded in her most seductive voice.

“I’ll take that as a no.” The nurse replied, satisfied that her patient was now cured and eager to fuck her brains out as she undid the restraints.

[luckyfinch]

Chapter 6: Nightmare

look at this post for chapter one, warnings, and other info

To say Nightmare was ‘mad’ was to put it very, very lightly. 

He’d returned to home to discover the castle had been infiltrated, his newest follower unconscious in one of their plain infirmary beds with two uneasy skeletons hovering by him. 

His tentacles twitched behind him as Killer recounted the attack, an ugly, quiet anger rising in his chest. A small part of him settled, though, as this was also a confirmation that Swap had indeed been truthful with his intentions.

Cross wrung his hands, anxiety practically dripping from his bones. Nightmare allowed himself a moment to soak in the negativity before he ordered that the ex-guardsman go rest. He could tell Cross wanted to argue, but refrained, as he gave a sharp nod and left the room. 

Turning then to Killer, Nightmare’s request was cut off before he even started.

“-i’ll make sure he eats later, don’t worry.” The taller gave an exaggerated smile, hand raising for a ‘thumbs-up’ as he stepped out, leaving Nightmare alone with Swap.

He exhaled, gaze returning to the still passed-out Swap. There was a scuff mark in the center of his skull, where Ink had supposedly whacked him right in the face with the end of his brush, but besides that, he seemed unharmed. Though, his fingers twitched every moment or so, and his sockets crinkled the smallest amount. Hm. Even asleep he did not relax, Nightmare mused. He wondered what could be happening in Swap’s head at the moment.

Lucky for him, he didn’t have to wonder. Nightmare reached a hand forward and rested it on Swap’s skull, letting his eyes fall closed as he reached out with his magic.

. . .

When Nightmare opened his eyes, he saw nothing. The dream was dark, surprisingly so, and he couldn’t tell which way was which until he heard a faint voice in the distance.

Slowly, he headed towards it, confidence growing as the voices got louder and he could make out a blue, hunched figure in the distance. Swap sat on his knees, arms wrapped around his midsection and head hanging low. His sockets were squeezed shut, a scowl fixed on his face as he mumbled quietly. In front of him were a few somewhat familiar figures, though different than most of the alternates he’d gotten used to seeing.

“You’re Not Real, You’re Not Real, You’re Not Real, You’re Not Real—“ Swap shuddered.

The one standing closest to him, a tall skeleton wearing a bright orange hoodie, bent down to his level, a solemn look on their face. “why did you leave me behind, brother?”

“I’m Sorry, I’m So Sorry!” He exhaled shakily, fingers digging into his arms. 

Nightmare had never seen Swap so.. Distraught.

A figure he recognized as an Alphys stepped forward, donning heavy armour rather than the typical lab coat. She opened her mouth, presumably to taunt him as well, her face hard with anger.

Nightmare huffed, “Wow. Booooring.” He swiped a hand through the air, and the character’s of the dream disappeared. He approached Swap, still shaking, and kneeled in front of him.

“Swap?”

Hesitantly, the other forced open his sockets, eye lights hazy as they locked onto Nightmare. “...What? Oh, Stars, Don’t Do This.” His hands unclenched and he reached up to rub at his eyes.

“Don’t.. Do what?” His head tilted to the side.

Swap groaned, pushing himself away from the corrupt skeleton and drawing his knees to his chest. “You- AGH! Screw You, Octopus!! I Don’t Want To Deal With YOU Telling Me How Awful I Am Too! You’re Not Even Real.”

A startled laugh escaped him. “‘Octopus?’ Really, Swap?” 

He glared, hiding the pleasantly surprised feeling that arose from hearing The God of Negativity laugh like that, even if it was only a dream. “Yes, Really. Are You Gonna Start Yelling At Me Or What? Just Gonna.. Creepily Stare At Me, Instead?”

“Hmm, no. Just checking out this dream of yours.” He smirked, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. 

“...You’re Not Real.” Swap’s brows furrowed, though a bit of unease rose in him.

Nightmare thought for a moment, then let a copy of Dust appear by Swap. The shorter startled, scooting away. He made dream-Dust cross his arms, a familiar scowl forming on his shadowed skull.

“i can’t believe you’re sooo rude, doing the dishes and cleaning the manor. and i’m soooo petty that i’m goin’ to pretend to hate you, cause you broke my arm, like, a month ago. scoff.” Dream-Dust says, in Dust’s voice though somewhat robotically.

Swap hesitantly chuckles, then quickly devolves into laughter at Dust’s expense. After a moment, he abruptly stops, and turns to Nightmare. “You’re Actually Nightmare.”

“And you called me an octopus.”

“I’m Very, Very Sorry!! I Thought- I-” Swap stumbles over his words, growing panicked.

Nightmare huffs, standing. “Relax. Wake up.”

The other frowns, brows pinched. Nightmare rolls his eye lights, pulling out of the dream.

. . .

His hand retracts from Swap’s skull as he returns to himself, and he takes a step back. Swap’s figure has lost a bit of the usual tension now, as he slowly flexes his hands and forces open his eyes. Immediately, the taller’s eye lights snap to him, a hesitant.. look, on his face, that Nightmare can’t quite decipher. His emotions were oddly jumbled.

“...Did You Just Invade My Dream?”

“Yes. You should be glad that I did, considering..” Nightmare glances off to the side boredly, posture lax. “Are you feeling alright? I can heal you, if needed.”

Swap thought for a moment, then shook his head. “I’m Okay. I Fear My Room Is Not, Though.”

“I’ll make Killer and Horror repair your door. Nothing seemed broken apart from that, don’t worry.”

“Oh. Thank You. Were Killer And Cross Okay Too?” His relief is quickly drowned out by worry for his new friends, and before Nightmare can step forward to hold him back, he’s already pushed himself up and swung a leg off the bed.

“You are the only one not okay right now.” He huffs when Swap swings the other leg off the bed too. None of these children ever listen to him when it comes to their health.

“Nightmare, I’m Fine. No Pain At All!” He forces a smile onto his face.

Although annoyed, the god stepped back. “I might be tolerating this now, but you’d do well to not lie to me in the future.”

Swap’s shoulders hiked up, but he held back a retort. Truthfully, he wasn’t injured, only having a bit of a headache. He knew what Nightmare meant, though. The sudden encounter with Ink and Dream had pushed many unwanted feelings and thoughts right back to the forefront of his mind, and Nightmare knew it, even if he wasn’t direct about it. Hurt, grief, anger, loneliness, desperation—the sharp-edged emotions swirled in his chest, and he found it difficult to push them down. 

Before, Swap would have found someplace else to settle down, an alternate Underswap to hide away in, or maybe he’d have just pushed through and ignored how he felt. He did feel guilty for working for what he had previously been fighting against, but the anger he felt got just a little louder each time Ink or Dream would pull him from whatever AU he ran to, each time they brushed him off, each time they pushed him just a little too far. He didn’t want to kill innocent people, or to really hurt anyone, but if working for the God of Negativity meant the protectors couldn’t drag him back…

But they’d gotten in. Would they force him to return, even if he’d “betrayed” them? He didn’t know. Swap knew that Nightmare could feel his fear in waves, but to address it was to admit something to the god he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

“Swap?” Nightmare’s voice cut through his thoughts, and he jolted back to awareness. A hand rested on his shoulder, retracted as the corrupted skeleton leaned away from him. “I can assure you, nobody’s going to come capture you on my watch. Even if you were, somehow, I’d come get you.”

Despite the clear grimace on Nightmare’s face as he tried to be comforting, Swap allowed his worries to quiet for a moment. “Thanks.”

The other huffed. “Sure. There’s food set aside for you, when you’re hungry. Bother Killer if you need anything else.”

As Nightmare stalked out of the infirmary, Swap’s shoulders sagged, and he fell back onto the mattress. Reflecting on the interactions he’d just had with his boss, he felt a bit of gratitude rise. 

Letting his sockets fall closed now, he thought that was a great feeling to fall asleep with—except he couldn’t sleep. 

Rising from the bed, Swap carefully exited the room, letting his feet guide him back to the gym. He had rested for long enough, anyway. 

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WIP Wednesday? anything at all from the incredibles au! :)

I bestow upon you a rare wip from the elusive movie fic

“Twi I can’t find Legend, have you seen him?”

“Uh... no, no I haven’t,” Twilight said distractedly, looking at something in the distance, ear twitching. Wild raised an eyebrow, and peered over Twilight’s shoulder, catching sight of a group of girls making their way across the campus.

“Oh don’t tell me,” he groaned, and Twilight gave him a look.

“What?”

“Why don’t you just talk to that girl already? Instead of creepily watching her from a distance and listening in on her conversations and letting out lovesick sighs.”

“Wh— I don’t do that!” Twilight protested, and Wild scoffed.

“Yeah sure, and I can fly. You do it every day, Twi,” Wild insisted, and Twilight gave him a light shove.

“Do not. I hear mom’s car coming, come on.”

“But we haven’t found Legend yet,” Wild reminded him, and Twilight glanced back at the group of girls he’d been looking at.

“...He’ll turn up.”

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SI! Sasuke Chapter 2

Read chapter 1 first

[Kakashi, prior to the formation of Team Seven, also known as the beginning of the end]

“He lives in the Uchiha district?”

Now, Kakashi wasn’t what anyone would call a well-adjusted individual, but even he was a bit appalled as he followed the Hokage to Uchiha Sasuke’s place of residence.

“Please tell me he doesn’t live in his old house.”

Compared to the subtle grilling Shikamaru’s parents gave him and Ino’s shrine to purple and all things girly in her room, Kakashi had thought Sasuke’s would be the easiest home visit. He had expected a flat somewhere in the village, perhaps a bit messy as most boys were, but still liveable. By all accounts, Uchiha Sasuke had graduated at the top of his class with hardly any effort, showcasing a level of intelligence people both hoped and feared matched Itachi’s.

He was also, apparently, completely insane, but that didn’t detract from his intelligence.

As such, Kakashi had expectations that Sasuke was able to care for himself with a high level of competence, and thus lived in a semi-normal flat. He should have known better than to hope, because Kakashi just lived to be disappointed.

“He doesn’t live in the main house,” Sarutobi said drily. “But, well, you’ll see.”

.. that wasn’t ominous or anything.

The next hint Kakashi had that there was something off about his future student was his front garden. It was home to dozens of animals, ranging from common birds, dogs, and cats to woodland creatures like deer, rabbits, and foxes.

There was a dog curled up on the wooden porch, birds perched on the bird bath, a deer fawn grazing in the grass. Their utter stillness notified the jounin that they weren’t real but were in fact extremely lifelike taxidermy animals. It was just his imagination, but Kakashi swore their eyes followed them as they made their way up the path to the front door.

Inside the house wasn’t any better.

The Hokage opened the door and they were immediately greeted by an angry bear’s head. It was mounted on the wall, teeth bared unwelcomingly, and someone had even stuffed a dead rat in its jaws. It wasn’t an actual dead rat thank god, just another taxidermy one, but it was still a very unpleasant sight to be greeted by.

Peering further in, there were even more stuffed heads lining the entrance hallway.

“This was Uchiha Shisui’s house. Sasuke… redecorated when he moved in; I believe one of his clansmen was a taxidermist, and he relocated all his work here.”

Kakashi was starting to believe the rumours about Sasuke’s sanity, or lack thereof.

Walking past the staring heads revealed the living room. If anything, this was even worse because in addition to the random animals dotted about the place, there was a glass cabinet of human skulls – or very good replicas – that peered out at him from a place of pride by the bookcase. Heavy curtains blocked out much needed light and flicking the switch only the whole place spookier.

Instead of normal electric lights, flipping the switch somehow turned on the tall candles placed around the room. And Kakashi didn’t mean electric candles, no, he meant somehow all the candle wicks caught on fire simultaneously, casting the room in a gloomy, green glow.  

How…?

It was a brilliant security measure though, because now Sasuke would come back and see his candles had been lit by someone else and would know someone had been here. An elite jounin and the Hokage, caught out by some dark curtains and candles.

A flash of red gleamed from the corner of his vision and Kakashi twitched. His head whipped around to look straight at the crow. Its eyes were black and beady, creepily unblinking, but normal – as far as dead, preserved animals could be normal.

He turned away, only for another flash of red to appear, and this time Kakashi was sure he had seen the skulls staring at him. Their eyeball-less sockets tracked him as he moved, but that was impossible, it had to be his mind playing-

Kai!

He flexed his chakra and the red-eyed animals and staring bones in his peripheral returned to back to lifeless creatures and empty white skulls.

He breathed out slowly.

“As you can see, young Sasuke has…unique security measures.” Sarutobi sounded rather pained.

“Unique,” Kakashi deadpanned, heartrate returning to normal.

It was, objectively, terrific genjutsu work.

Subtle, paranoia-inducing, and effective, it would drive intruders to make more mistakes and thus trip up on Sasuke’s other security measures. Objectively, it was impressive work that spoke well of him as a ninja, and that he wasn’t like other boys his age, caught up in the glamour of flashy ninjutsu.

Unobjectively, it was creepy as fuck. Who could possibly live in a house like this and not piss themselves every time they went to the bathroom at night?

The kitchen was thankfully lacking any dead animals or skulls, though there was a huge pile of pumpkins stacked high on the counter. The rest of the room was blessedly normal, though there were still a few hints of oddness. There was a huge sign next to his calendar proclaiming ‘Only five months till Halloween!’ with a cheerful cartoon witch on a broom and a grinning pumpkin. It would have been cute if Kakashi knew what the hell ‘Halloween’ was.

The jounin curiously opened the fridge and instantly regretted it. There wasn’t any mouldy food or expired milk like normal twelve-year-old boys, and Kakashi could only wish there was. Instead, what greeted him was what could only be described as a jar of floating eyeballs, and a half-eaten brain. He could be forgiven for the noise that escaped.

“What the-”

Kakashi cast a wild look at the Hokage, to discover Sasuke had also managed to disturb the Sandaime with merely the contents of his fridge. Both men had been in Orochimaru’s labs, and yet Kakashi was approaching the same level of anxiety just going through a pre-teen’s house.

He plucked up his courage to poke the brain. A piece of the pink fold broke off and crumbled.

Oh thank the gods, it was just an extremely realistic cake.

Sarutobi was subtly frowning. “His… eating habits are new, I believe.”

Morbid curiosity made Kakashi try it. It was actually pretty good, and clearly homemade because no one else in the history of ever would create a brain-cake. Who on earth would come up with that idea in the first place? And why??

There were no answers to be found in Sasuke’s fridge, so Kakashi closed it. He was almost scared to check out the rest of the house.

Sasuke’s bedroom was easily identified because he had a poster (handmade of course) taped to the door proclaiming, ‘Down with Truck-kun! Death to all cross-dimensional entities!’

There was a high-tech boxy vehicle that Kakashi vaguely recognised as something you might find in the Land of Snow, its front speckled ominously with crimson. With a mounting sense of dread, Kakashi swung the door open.

Hanging above Sasuke’s bed was an enormous painting that took up the entire wall. Bold black lines dripped sickly green, and a huge grinning mouth dominated the centre of the picture. There were tentacles, tongues, teeth, and the eyes–

Kakashi turned on his heel. “Right. That’s it. I’m out of here.”

He was going to have nightmares tonight, he just knew it.

XXX

At first glance, Uchiha Sasuke didn’t appear like a madman put on this earth for the sole purpose of making Shikamaru’s life miserable.

Sasuke had classic, symmetrical features and soulful dark eyes that likely caused ladies to coo over him. He had ditched the high collar Shikamaru vaguely remembered him wearing years ago for a steel-grey long sleeve shirt and black trousers.

He also didn’t seem to care about gender constraints and kept his shoulder length hair contained by purple butterfly hair pins without a hint of embarrassment. To be fair, he definitely needed something to keep those spikes under control, but Shikamaru would bet that not a single boy in their academy class would have the guts to wear those pins except for Sasuke.

He even wore glittery nail polish for kami’s sake! Shikamaru hadn’t seen that shade of violet since Ino was seven and in her sparkle phase.

But apart from his odd preference for feminine purple accessories (which Ino and Sasuke bonded over), Sasuke looked like an ordinary twelve-year-old aspiring ninja. In fact, the Nara suspected that had he been even the slightest bit less insane, he would have had droves of fangirls chasing after him.

A thought hit him, its intensity striking like lightning.

Was it… on purpose?

Shikamaru glanced to his right as Team 7 sweated beneath the midday sun, pulling up weeds. Sasuke cheered as he plucked a stubborn one out, celebrating as if he had just won the lottery. Shikamaru shook his head.

No. he was just insane.

He was also vastly more skilled than anyone had previously thought, what with taking out one of the most elite jounin in their village without even breaking a sweat. Shikamaru had gone home after that disastrous bell test and had instantly spilled what had gone on that day.

His father had looked just as intrigued and disturbed as Shikamaru himself, and was clearly curious about Sasuke. Their sensei unfortunately shared that curiosity, because that day after their first D-rank, Kakashi decided to put them all through a skill assessment.

They were drilled on taijutsu, stamina, weaponry, stealth, dexterity, chakra control, and jutsu of all areas. It was depressing but not unexpected that both Ino and Sasuke performed far better than him at all the physical aspects, with Sasuke being heads and shoulders above them at the speed drills, chakra control, and weaponry. He had clearly done extensive speed training, and while his taijutsu was technically worse than Ino’s, he always won because he was just so damn fast.

His skill with weapons was also unreal, and Shikamaru was sure it had to be sharingan shenanigans going on, because there was no way anyone without one could do what he did.

But by far the most disturbing thing about Sasuke, was his chosen area of expertise, genjutsu.

Even without the sharingan – that he had apparently had for five years now and had kept hidden – Sasuke was terrifying with illusions. He had pointed at Shikamaru, and the Nara had suddenly been covered in rats that had scampered up his body and begun eating his eyes. Shikamaru could sense some Uchiha-eye complex there but had been too busy screaming at the time to analyse it.

Sasuke had released him pretty quickly, but then they had to take a break for Shikamaru to recover his wits and for Kakashi to explain what jutsu were and were not appropriate to use on comrades. To their horror, Sasuke had genuinely said with a hundred percent sincerity that that was his kindest illusion. All the others he had practiced were either insidiously subtle or even more terrifying.

Kakashi had decided it was better to go over Sasuke’s repertoire verbally after that.

Not only could he make people believe they were being eaten from the inside out by bugs, he could make their tongues swell in their mouths and choke them, animate people's intestine to pop straight out of their guts, create giggling shadow monsters that haunted the corner of people's peripheral vision, and unleash hordes of soul-sucking monsters on people. 

And he could do all this with simply a single gesture of his glittery nails.

“So that’s why you paint your nails!” Shikamaru burst out. It’s not that he’s against men wearing nail polish; it’s that he’s against anyone wearing glittery purple nail polish in that particular eye-searing shade. His curiosity had been nagging at him this whole time, the need to know why people do the things they do. He was constantly curious about Sasuke, and he hated it.

Sasuke tilted his head to the side. “No, I just like it. Purple’s my colour you know.” He winked.

Shikamaru glared. And just when he thought Sasuke had started making sense.

Later, when they’re being attacked by an S-ranked missing-inn's house size snake and Sasuke materialises a giant, glowing purple skeleton from the ether to slice it in two, Shikamaru will realise everything Sasuke says actually has a reason behind it. Perhaps it’s something he can’t immediately see, or it may be a stupid reason, but there is a reason.

Then Shikamaru will remember all the crap he’s heard throughout the years and really begin to panic.

“However my greatest technique is the Talk no jutsu, as befitting of the protagonist,” Sasuke announced, chest puffing up and head high with pride.

“…Talk no jutsu?” Ino asked uncertainly, looking sensibly afraid of what sort of technique Sasuke could possibly believe was even more fearsome than his genjutsu.

“I can show you!” he chirped, hopping to his feet.

Kakashi’s one visible eye widened. “No, Sasuke, wait-”

The Uchiha slammed his hands together in the ram seal, opening his mouth and booming, “SASUKE STYLE: TALK NO JUTSU!”

His bellow thundered through the training grounds and pierced Shikamaru’s skull like a jackhammer drilling into it. Shikamaru immediately puked out his breakfast as up and down ceased to exist and the ground began bucking him off. His head rang and he suddenly felt like his insides were rebelling and trying to kill him.

Yet even through all the horrific nausea, he felt… strangely happy? Lips stretching into a wide grin and feeling joy well up in his chest, the Nara continued to vomit.

Sasuke’s cheerful voice intruded, now back to normal volume. “Doesn’t that make you want to stop fighting and be friends?”

Looking similarly ill and somehow retching without removing his mask, their teacher stared at him. “Sasuke,” Kakashi swallowed heavily, giggling in a distinctly bewildered manner. “What the fuck!?”

The Uchiha’s smile faded, finally realising his technique hadn’t worked as intended. “Talk no jutsu works by talking to your opponent and making them lose the will to fight, then befriending them afterwards. The real thing just doesn’t seem to work for me for some reason, which is why I created an auditory genjutsu to replicate its effects.”

He looked at all three of them and their puddles of half-digested food uncertainly. “The auditory attack strips you of the ability to fight and the happiness makes you want to be friends. Is it not working?”

In a similar position on her hands and knees and grinning just as unnaturally, Ino spat out a glob of saliva. Her wide, manic smile, juxtaposed with the malice burning in her eyes and her sickly pallor made Ino appear like a vengeful demon that had just crawled out of hell.

“I-” she gasped “-hate you. So much.”

Sasuke frowned. “Hmm… needs more work. Perhaps some more happiness?” He stroked his chin contemplatively.

Shikamaru heaved again.

“Why!?”