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retroellie · 1 year

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Last Night

Summary: After a hot and heavy night with Daryl for the first time, you start to confuse your feelings and start to wonder if he feels the same

A/N: This is messy but i literally wrote it like 4 times because it kept deleting so hey :). It's also not proof read so it might be filled with issues but oh well, life has been taking it out of me recently and writing is the last thing i want to do. But enjoy yall :))

Warnings: Mentions of smut

Word count: 4.1K

“Morning.” You said to the group of girls that gathered in the kitchen.

Michonne, Maggie, Rosita and carol were scattered around the kitchen, watching as you made your way to the fridge. You opened the fridge, looking inside to see if they had left some breakfast for you or if you could at least find something to fill you up. You were starved, stomach rumbling as you looked through the fridge.

You were out of it, not aware of the eyes tied to your back and the whispers that erupted from the girls. You were too busy still recovering from the night before, the night you had with Daryl. It was such a random thing that happened, you just remember walking home from the party and then next thing you know Daryl is deep inside you telling you how good you were for him. It was something everyone knew was coming and honestly some of the people of the new town YALL were in were surprised you guys weren’t a couple.

You thought no one had heard, you thought you were quiet enough and Daryl was sneaky when he snuck out of your room this morning. You thought you were secretive about this new relationship or hook up or whatever Daryl saw you as, but boy were you wrong. You had finally found some leftover fruit from the girls breakfast they had made, you took some and shoved it into your mouth… starved was an understatement.

“So y/n, how was the pull out?” Michonne asked, causing you to damn near choke on your food. Suddenly you felt a wave of shock course through your veins.

“What?!?” You exclaimed, it took you off guard. You were suddenly back in bed with Daryl, watching as he came deep inside of you…. You could still feel him.

You turned to face the girls, seeing how all of them were looking at you with huge smiles. You knew they knew, you weren’t quite sure how they couldn’t have known especially with that question.

“The pull out couch? How was it?” Michonne explained, a shit eating grin on her face.

You relaxed a little, thinking that maybe they didn’t know. Maybe they were laughing at your behavior from the question, how you choked on the grape stuffed in your mouth. You allowed yourself to sink into the counter as you leaned against it, popping some fruit in your mouth heat and there.

“Oh!!” You laughed. “Yeah it was okay, best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

You did everything but sleep last night, just the thought of Daryl having you in literally every single position made you blush. You never knew a man could make you feel like this, like a teenage girl around a boy for the first time. It was silly but you couldn’t get him out of your head, the way his hands so gently touched you but yet he was so rough.

It had been a long time coming and everyone knew it, on the road yall were always with each other and most of the time you would be flirting with him. It was all jokes at first, you would say some pick up line and Daryl would laugh it off and act like he was annoyed by it. Then you actually started to feel things for him so the words you spoke were true, Daryl just didn’t understand what you felt. He would never believe a girl like you would actually fall in love with him.

“It didn’t sound like you slept much last night.” Carol laughed, you felt like you were the center of a joke right now but you didn’t know what that joke was.

You knew they knew by that sentence but you were embarrassed by the fact they knew, were you that loud? You tried to be quiet but Daryl was too rough and the pull out couch was extremely squeaky. The blush on your face became more prominent now as you scanned the group of girls. They were all giving you such devilish smirks, smirks that mean teenage girls would give you after making fun of you for something that never really mattered.

“What do you mean!?? All I did was sleep, an actual good sleep.” You were getting slightly defensive, they could all tell by the way you were using your hands to speak. Michonne walked over to the sink next to you and placed her dishes in it, then settled herself to lean against it.

“Well the hickeys on your neck say differently.” Michonne jokes, reaching a hand out to move your hair, revealing the light purple and blue marks spread across your skin.

Your heart dropped, reaching up to your neck as you looked at michonne with horror. You had told Daryl not to give you hickeys at least in not places people could see, but Daryl loved marking you up and he wanted it to be known you were his. That’s how all of this started, how you ended up getting fucked by him. Simply because people couldn’t keep their hands off what was his, even if it wasn’t his yet.

“Damn it!” You let out, picking up the closest reflective surface which was toasted and examined your marks. They were prominent and loud, you couldn’t believe that asshole did it anyways. The girls laughed, your reaction causing them to not be able to hold in their laughter anymore.

“Besides, Rosita saw Daryl sneaking out of your room this morning and well… we all heard you.” Michonne added through her laughs.

Your heart dropped even more, the embarrassment of them all knowing was making your face heat up so much you thought your nose would bleed. You thought you were quiet but Daryl was all up in your guts so how could you? You were literally molded into the bed by the end of the night, soaked with sweat and Daryl’s cum… your last thought was being quiet. You damn near threw down the toaster, whipping your head to look at them.

“You guys can’t tell anyone! I’m serious, I’m not sure if this was something or just a hookup so I don’t want him thinking I’m telling everyone.” You pleaded pathetically, you would hate for Daryl to not want anything more than a hookup but you think he wanted something more.

“Y/n you're either blind or just stupid.” Maggie said bluntly. You were taken back by it, you always loved her for her bluntness but right now you didn’t need any of it, or did you? Maybe you did need sense slapped into you. “Daryl is in love with you, I mean it’s so obvious he does… we all know. Plus he gave you hickeys, so obviously he wants people to know.”

You did think it was odd he would mark you up, I mean he was always careful so it was no accident. But maybe you felt too good to him, he hadn’t fucked anyone in a bit so maybe he was just too high in the clouds to realize he was giving you hickeys. Hickeys or not, you couldn’t deny how he acted around you. He would literally put his life on the line for you, even if you wanted him too or not. All the girls knew his feelings for you, even if he never said anything.

“I just want to know how it happened and I want details.” Rosita butted in, elbows on the island counter waiting for your answer before she even got it out.

“I have no idea…” you admitted, trying to get your thoughts in order as you tried to replay the events following Daryl ruining you. “I was walking home from the party last night and I saw Daryl. We started talking but something seemed off so I pushed him to tell me. He snapped at me and told me he saw Spencer flirting with me . I guess he didn’t like it so he didn’t even go to the party. I tried to defend myself but next thing I knew his tongue was down my throat… oh my god.” You drifted off, slowly realizing that Daryl wasn’t being protective of you, no… he was being jealous because Spencer tried to make a move on something he felt was his.

“Daryl Dixon has feelings for me.”

You ran a hand through your hair, slowly going insane about the fact that Daryl Dixon liked you… no, he was in love with you. The girls laughed once more, not making fun of you but relieved that you had finally gotten it in your head. You were losing your mind, trying to keep yourself together but honestly you just wanted to run away, you wanted to run to daryl and ask what the fuck that was last night.

Carol chuckled, making her way over to you and presented a box to you. You looked up at her then down at the box, you had no idea what was in it but you hoped it was the way out of this hell hole.

“Well I have some errands to run.” Carol stated, handing you the box. “So why don’t you hand this to your new boyfriend for me, huh?”

She smiled at you as you grabbed the box before making her way to the other room. Michonne did the same, patting you on the shoulder before giving you a comforting smile walking past you and into the same room as Carol. You were left there losing your mind, the thoughts and the moments before that were pretty obvious Daryl liked you. You guys were close and honestly it was surprising it didn’t happen earlier. You would flirt with Daryl all the time, he always acted like he hated it but he loved it… it did things to him. It started off innocent enough but it turned into much more.

“So was it good?” Rosita asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked at her as she eagerly awaited your answer. You gave her a look, squinting your eyes at her as you took the box and ran upstairs. You spent the rest of the morning trying to get the courage to talk to Daryl, why was this so hard all of a sudden? You wanted him so bad but would he even want you back? I mean the way he was with you last night, was that a hint of him wanting it to be more? You recalled the night before, leaving a dull ache within you.

“Been waiting for this for so long… wanting to fuck you since I met you.” He moaned into your ear as he rammed deeply into you.

You creeped your way into the garage, the box Carol had given you in your hands as his back was turned to you. He had been working on a bike that Aaron had given him the task to work on, it was the only thing he enjoyed about this place. It wasn’t much yet, just a seat and handlebars but it was the start of something for him. You watched him for a bit, watching as his arms tensed up. You couldn’t get the images of last night out of your head, how he touched you and how he made you feel.

You were so out of it that you accidentally knocked over a tool, causing Daryl to turn around. He was ready to pounce on whoever was interrupting his bike building time but then he turned around to see you, which made his heart melt. You were standing there, box in hand and a look of surprise written on your face. Daryl smiled at you, wiping his hands on the rag that laid over his shoulder.

“Hey.” He said, watching as your face lit up.

“Hey…” you said back.

It was awkward to say the least, not 10 hours ago was Daryl fucking you into the bed and you were letting out fithly moans. Only you found it awkward though, Daryl fucked you for a reason and he wasn’t going to fuck and leave. He knew what he wanted, he wanted you and he’s always have but you didn’t know that. He never made it clear to you so you had no idea, you weren’t a mind reader after all. You saw his eyes look down at the box, confused as to what was inside.

“Oh um, Carol told me to give this to you.” You said, walking over and handing him the box. He grabbed it, looking down at it and then back at you.

You stood there smiling, watching as he peeked into it and then set it down. He had no interest in it, he was only focused on you. He wanted to talk about the night before, he wanted to talk about how he feels and how he would love to take you out sometime, on a real date. But you decided you couldn’t talk to him, you were too embarrassed and so weirded out by the fact he had feelings for you. It wasn’t a bad weirdo, it was just new.Daryl leaned against the table, hands setting on it to keep him balanced.

“Okay well… you look busy, I’ll let you get black to it!” You said awkwardly, turning around on your heels to leave the garage.

“Hey, wait!” He spoke, causing you to flinch slightly.

“Why ya being so quiet?” He asked, not sure what to say but he wanted you to stay.

The night before meant everything to Daryl, it meant that you cared about him even if it was slightly. He started to believe that maybe it was just a one thing for you, that maybe you felt bad about his little tantrum, so you gave in. The thought caused a lump in his throat to form.

“You starting to regret it?” He continued, biting his lip nervously.

You wouldn’t say you regretted it, no you didn’t point blank period. But if what Carol said about Daryl was true than it was completely different, you wanted it so desperately, but did he want it? And honestly you were way too scared to ask him, whether it was because of your fear or rejection, or you didn’t want your heart broken by Daryl Dixon.

“No! Of course not!” You said defensively.

That made Daryl feel a bit better, allowing himself to sink into his sink once again and let out a long silent sigh. He’s been on the tip of his toes all day wanting to come see you but his fear was also holding him back. You both were far too scared and far too paranoid to tell each other, but god you wanted too bad.

You sighed, letting your walls down once again like you did last night. You turned back to him, stepping closer to him until you were standing right in front of him. He was leaning on the table behind him, hands gripping onto the table as he tried not to reach out and touch you. You reached up to the buttons on his shirt, fiddling with one of them as your eyes lingered on his chest.

“I just…” you sighed, cutting off your sentence as you collected your words. “I really like you, like really really like you and well Carol and all of them saw you sneaking out of my room last night. They had this big talk to me about how you feel the same way… I don’t know, I guess I’m freaking out.”

You were still playing with the button on his shirt, eyes watching as his chest heaved up and down than a sharp inhale as he chuckled. He couldn’t help but laugh at your words, but it was even funnier that you couldn’t even make eye contact with him. He thought it was cute, maybe even got him a little riled up. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands that were popping his button in and out of the buttonhole, something you did often when you talked to Daryl. It was kind of a flirty thing at first but became something that could calm your nerves easily, Daryl was happy to allow you. Daryl lifted his hand up to your chin, lifting your eyes to look up at him.

The nervousness ceased as you looked into his eyes, his icy blue eyes boring into yours as you got lost in them. You didn’t know whether to reach up and kiss him or get down on your knees, take him into your mouth and call it a day. You had such confusing feelings for Daryl but for some reason being around him just felt so right, what happened between you last night felt right.

“I like ya too, I wanted to tell ya last night but things got awkward and uh…. guess I’m freaking out too.” He admitted, hand still on your chin as he forced your eyes on him. He wanted you to take in all his words. “I don’t know what Carol said but it is true, I don’t know what I’m feeling yet but I do know I want you.”

You couldn’t help but watch his lips as he admitted to his stupid little crush on you but god damn you loved hearing it. It wasn’t anything romantic, no flowers or love confession, no just y’all in a garage with bike parts around while he made you look deep into his eyes. You were now almost leaning completely against him, quite literally falling into him as he spoke his silky words. The silence wasn’t awkward but comfortable with the confessions laying lightly on you two.

“What is that pretty brain of yers thinking?” He said, running his hand up to your hair as he moved a piece of hair behind your ear. He snaked one hand to your hip, rubbing it comfortingly.

“Thinking about last night….” You admitted, watching a blush on his face begin to form. “And how I want you to do it again.”

Daryl’s grip on your hip tightening in shock, his lips curved into a smirk and his pants got tighter. You could melt just then, watching as his lips begin to shake slightly. That was all Daryl needed, just that confirmation of your attraction to him before he pulled you closer to him.

“ ‘s all you had to say bunny…” he said, gripping your hips and pulling you into a long kiss.

You kissed back, wasting no time before sliding your tongue into his. It was like you were made for each other, how well your lips synced together and how your bodies reacted to one another. It was fate for y’all to meet, hard fate that took a while for you to realize but when you did, you realized you never wanted it to end. Daryl grabbed at your ass, hands making their way into your hair to hold you in the same position you were in now.

You couldn’t help the moans that escaped your lips, feeling his hardening cock on your lower stomach made you dizzy. You wanted to repeat everything about last night plus more, all the positions he had you in but this time allow him to fuck you in every single way he wanted… without holding back this time. You were getting needy, bringing your body closer and closer to him as your hands wrapped around his neck.

You brought him so unbelievably close, Daryl just enjoyed the way you were with him, how only he could make you so needy… not Spencer. You heard some things fall off the table as Daryl’s hands grabbed on to it once more, trying to keep his balance from falling but he was so concerned with your lips on his that falling was the last thing on his mind.

He snaked one hand down your body, reaching into your pants to feel how wet you had become. You were soaked, almost completely through your underwear and pants. Not surprising to you since you’ve been thinking about Daryl since this morning. Daryl was on his way to sticking two fingers into you before you both heard the noise.

The noise rang through the air but you were so hot and horny that it didn’t register until the man’s voice called out. The noise was the garage door opening, the door to the house and the man’s voice that called out was Aaron’s. He wasn’t expecting to see the sight in front of him and you both stopped dead in your tracks to stare right back at him.

“Hey Daryl I found a…” He started, not yet looking up at you too but when he did he dropped the object in his hand and froze. “Oh shit… I’m sorry!”

Aaron covered his eyes, turning away as he tried desperately not to look at the two of you. As for y’all, you jumped off Daryl, fixing your shirt that somehow had lifted and buttoned up your pants. Daryl attempted to hide his erection as he jumped up and toward the door. Aaron wasn’t sure if he should run or stay, he didn’t know which was more awkward. Maybe he should just pretend he didn’t see anything? Maybe he should pretend he had a bug in his eye and he turned away before he saw y’all?

“Yeah, what’s up Aaron?” Daryl said calmly, making sure he remained calm as Aaron turned back.

“I uh… I just found this part on one of the runs, thought it’d be helpful.” Aaron said, picking up the part from the ground and hoped it wasn’t broken.

He smiled awkwardly as he handed it to Daryl, trying not to make eye contact with you. Daryl took the part from him, silently thanking him as Aaron just stood back and smiled. It was awkward, nothing but tension flew through the air. You were breathing heavily, terrified of what Aaron might say at this moment. Why did you even care so much? Were you scared of what everyone else would say or just Aaron?

“Okay well… uh sorry again! I’ll let you get back to work!” Aaron said before stammering out. “On the bike! I meant on the bike… okay.” He sighed, defeated as he felt he couldn’t come back from this.

He ran back into the house, shutting the door softly as you were finally able to take a breath. You were shaking, out of embarrassment but also the dull ache in between your legs still hovered deep within you. You both didn’t speak for a good minute or two until you bursted out into laughter. You didn’t know what had come over you, you were extremely embarrassed but you couldn’t help but laugh at your carelessness.

Almost everyone knew about you and Daryl fucking but it only started just last night! How ridiculous was that! That’s what you thought was funny, the thought of the two most careful people in the group being so careless with each other, it felt you could finally stop caring when it was just you two. Daryl laughed with you, shaking his head at your manic laughter.

You tried to stop laughing but it just kept coming, you were like an insane woman. You slowly came down from your laughing fit, wiping your eyes of the tears that had escaped your eyes and your face had turned bright red. You looked over at Daryl who had been doing the same thing but only he was more composed than you were. You couldn’t help but think about the rest of your life with Daryl, watching as his face lit up with pure happiness. You both went silent again, your laughter still echoing through the garage.

“Uh I should probably get back to work on this.” Daryl said, he would’ve fucked you right now but there were too many possibilities of someone seeing again and he wasn’t for that embarrassment right now.

“Okay… yeah I have to get back home anyways, the laundry awaits me!” You said with fake enthusiasm.

Daryl nodded, looking down at his feet. You felt him cower away into his shy self again, the Daryl you knew before last night. You stepped over to him again, lifting his chin like he did yours not even 10 minutes ago and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It wasn’t anything too long or too passionate, just a simple kiss.

“I’ll come over to your house tonight though, maybe you can be the laughing stock of the house this time.” You giggled. He smiled at your comment, pecking your lips once more.

“My house it is..”

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noowayybroo · 8 months

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Snowed In - Yeti!M!Leon x GN!Reader (NSFW)

Merry LATE Chrimmy guys!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!!! (yeah... that went well) guys the fic is very long so I MARKED THE SMUT IN BLUE JUST SCROLL FOR IT

I was brainrotting with my best friend EVER and I came up with a terrible terrible thing (You're welcome) so hear me out, you're camping out in the snow, looking for, idk, self torture, and suddenly you catch the eye of a certain Yeti...

Long story short, he rescues you... eventually, and warms you up inside! I wanted to make this GN because although I am an F who LOVES F fics, I thought it'd be nice for y'all not Fs out there! I'll try keep it short so there's more chance of me finishing it! EDIT: IT's VERY LONG, JUST LIKE HIM!!!

THIS IS INSPIRED BY THE BRAINROTTINGLY NSFW GAME CLOUD MEADOW WHICH I HAVENT PLAYED BUT I WANT TO PLAY!! iN THE GAME THERE'S A CUTE YETI GUY AND HE LOOKS LIKE LEON A BIT, NO?!???!??!!?

guys I tried to edit this like 2000 times and every fucking time tumblr deleted my edit I am going insane but I pulled through for YOU! (eventually)

Honestly guys i'm not happy with this one it by far isn't my best work so read at your own peril. What I really want is for people to love the idea, not the fic, you know?? xx Pls do something with it if you like it! <3

Characters: GN!Reader, Yeti! Monster!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of penetration, kissing, licking, cuddling etc, cumming iinside toooo, Reader is GN for inclusivity, and I've described the sex as P-in-Hole lol. He fucks you and you imagine where ig. !! Leon is kinda monstrous and not too human, and also in the start he kinda wrecks ur camp and scares the shit outta u so if it'll trigger pls dont read. Leon isn't monstrous he;s just big, furry and a bit primal. Kinda switchy / sub leon so at the start he lets you push him around n then he rails u v hard sooo uhhgjjj and also u have no condom dont be so naughty!!! NOT PROOF READ THERE WILL BE ISSUES OK BUT i CANNAE BE ASKED SORRY

Stay safe n happy this Winter!

"Just picture it! The fresh air! All that snow!" A naive relative tells you, patting you firmly on the shoulder. You stare down blankly at the brochure in your hands, all about a family getaway to a ski resort in some snowy, far off mountains. You didn't doubt them when they told you it'd be a good family exercise, but all you wanted to bond with was your warm bed and all the other things you had to do.

Only a week later, there you were. The sigh you let out dispersed into a cloud of white vapour before your eyes, leaving you to gaze upon your surroundings. Before you sat the exact sight from the brochure you held only a week ago, and it was beautiful. Crisp snow crunched beneath each trudging step, snow-tipped pines line each iced hill and valley as far as your eye could see. No longer mere inky blotches on thick paper - the wind howled past, whistling through each tree, and sending shivers up your over-clothed spine.

You learn the hard way that you won't even have a warm cabin and hearth to laze by during your chilly nights as you follow your family to pick up the camping gear they would be renting. You supposed it'd save money, but at what cost? Pneumonia?

And as you're all setting up camp, you can't help recall being at home wrapped up in your warm covers and revelling in the endless wonders of your Tumblr "for you" page. You also can't help feeling as though you're being... watched, and not by fellow campers in their tents.

"There's nothing out here but adorable rodents and birds!" your guide would exclaim for the fourth time now, in a screech which rivalled that of any of the feathered friends he'd referred to. He means to reassure you, and whilst you'd love to trust what he says with his years of experience in mind, you can't help but doubt him.

Eventually, night falls, and after a good few hours around a make-shift campfire sipping hot drinks of your choice, you and your family finally resign to bed. It's freezing, and despite your warmest sleeping-bag and thickest pyjamas, your teeth chatter and your body shakes. But you're convinced to fall asleep. The sooner you do, the sooner the cold fades away. So, eventually, amidst the wind battering your tent, and night-time ambience, you drift off.

You wake with a start, surprisingly warm, but quickly realise you're alone. Oh no. That's terrifying. After trying (and failing) for a good while to get signal (ever the priority (maybe this is too self-insert)), you crawl out of your tent. The sun hangs high in the sky. You were out for a while. Your sigh of relief must be audible once you find a scrawled note pinned to the makeshift seating surrounding your lit campfire.

"Good morning Sleepyhead!" It reads, and you can tell by the writing exactly who wrote it.

"We didn't want to wake you up so we've gone to get some food! Be back soon! xxx"

Well, at least you knew they couldn't be far away. You're not at all ready for the cold winds that begin to gnaw at your skin again so, groggily, you crawl back into your tent. You stretch, get back into your cocoon, and try once more to get signal.

He'd been watching you for a while now. He watched all the humans at the ski resort as they went about their festive holidays, completely unaware of his presence and he wouldn't have it any other way. Once like you, Leon was just like any other man, or government agent. That was until he encountered a strange virus on one of his missions. Years ago now, the virus caused him to significantly grow in size. He became taller and slightly buffer, and began to grow white fur on most of his body. His hair also became white.

Amused, Leon referred to it as the Y-virus (Y for Yeti) to anyone who'd listen, but, afraid of any negative side effects and any testing, hid away in some distant mountains. If you'd see his face, anyone who knew him might recognise him, and he dared not admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed being free, living off of wild animals and things. That, and, any snacks he could pilfer from unattended camps. He enjoyed his tranquil life, but grew to hate the years of loneliness he'd subjected himself to. As time went on, however, Leon slowly forgot what it was like to interact with other humans. And then, he forgot how to speak well too.

He watched as humans had their holidays, and spent time with friends and family. He was content in the knowledge that you were all happy, and, once the people cleared off, he'd investigate the area to see how far humans were developing, and whether he was still in the papers.

He'd been watching your camp too, and he was certain you'd all left. This was his chance to investigate.

You've been laying on your makeshift bed for a few minutes now when suddenly, you make out the soft sound of trudging through snow towards your tent. The footsteps are slow, but you chalk that up to any exhaustion a human would experience after facing the monster of a hill your tent was precariously placed upon. At first, you think it could be family, until you realise there's only one set of steps. It was probably someone on their way to wherever they were going. Nothing concerning you.

The sound approaches though, each footfall sounding loud, heavy and far apart. You'd think they were just walking slowly, if not for the speed at which the volume of each step increases. Before you know it, a large shadow almost eclipses your tent. A male figure. A tall one at that, and he seems to be about to walk straight through your camp.

Bit unnecessary...

Except he doesn't. The man just stops outside your tent. He looks around a bit. Maybe he needs some help, you think. Groaning quietly, you crawl out of bed, and peep through the unzipped door of your tent-

Tall. Really, really tall. At least 6ft. And you're staring right at his ass. And he doesn't... have clothes on.

Before you stands, quite proudly, something you can only describe as a yeti. He's covered from head to toe in thick, soft white fur. He's broad, muscular, and his waist forms a sharp V as it reaches his hips. Even through his glossy, well kept coat, the definition of each muscle and delicious shoulder blade catches your eye. You're terrified, hoping it's just some sort of elaborate cosplay to scare people. There's definitely space for someone to be hiding inside that... realistic suit. Ducking into your tent, you continue to observe with only one eye peeking from the tent, hoping you won't be noticed.

The man begins to look around, two catlike ears upon his head are perked as he scans his surroundings and eventually, he looks in your direction. He's far too tall to even register you while his eyes are at their level, but oh boy do you register him. You drink in his form, and, as he turns, his face. He's chiselled, certainly a sight for the sorest of eyes. His face is simply the cutest, softest almost feline looking one, and his jaw juts out as he analyses his surroundings thoughtfully.

You know how Leon looks, so I don't need to go into detail about the way his piercing blue eyes reflect the sun, shining through his silver fringe. I don't need to describe to you how his fluffy bangs sway dramatically as he looks around, or how he playfully blows a soft puff of breath upwards to clear some stray hair from his eyes.

Fortunately for you, I also don't need to tell you that he doesn't see you. He seems almost in a trance, stepping around carefully, analysing the tents and each miscellaneous object littered around. It seems as though he's checking up on things- the quality of them, the materials they're made of. He seems curious.

And then you see it, a small burst of flame at his right ankle. He's stepped too close to the fire pit. The yeti lets out a startled grunt, jumping into the air like a petrified cat. His hair bristles and stands on end as he tries to stand one legged in the snow, trying to bury his leg to put it out.

Then he loses his balance, the gargantuan man stumbling forward before suffering an untimely meeting with the guy line of a nearby tent. He yelps, trips, and with a loud thud and a few pings, lands face first in the snow right outside your tent. His collision with the strings holding up your tent sends them pinging out of the soft snow, and suddenly, your tent collapses around you, trapping you in.

Even in weak flails, he'd managed to tear his claws through another tent. You were terrified. What if he saw you?

In his clumsy efforts, the man had thrown quite a large amount of snow into your tent, and you gradually become colder, damper and more panicked as the freezing wet fabric of the tent pins you down. Scared to move, you only shiver as you completely hide inside now, not wanting the abomination outside to find you. You'd seen enough now to be certain that wasn't a costume. He was too... real.

You hear frantic fumbling and crunches of snow as the man outside extinguishes the last of his afflictions. His breaths are heavy, and gradually slow to a calming rate. And, after a while of sitting there still, perhaps shocked, he works up the courage to gaze around at the tents he's toppled. When his eyes at last land on your entirely ruined one, his heart sinks straight to his gut. His shoulder slump and he just stares in your direction, guilty being an understatement. Maybe if he just stares at the tent for a little longer, everything will undo itself, he seems to think, ogling your direction as his mouth hangs open.

Instead, it draws his attention to your shivering form beneath the soaked fabric. He swallows thickly, eyes widening and pupils narrowing.

"Fuck..." he groans meekly, muscles tensing in anticipation before stumbling to his feet. He kicks snow as he makes a series of small, unsure steps towards the tent. Then, in a flurry of inevitable motion, he crouches and throws what's left of your tent off of you. And just like that, with a yelp, your prison of a disguise is torn from you, exposing your skin to the cool, dry air. You shiver, duck away and curl further into a ball. Some small part of you prays for this to be just a nightmare, but the rest of you knows it's very real.

As soon as you hit hit his eyes, Leon falters. He leans back in surprise and his brows furrow in pity and regret. He could tear you apart so easily, and he'd just proved it. Sniffing the air a little, eventually he moves in, reaching out to you with large, clawed hands. He's almost pouting at you, eyes narrowed in concentration as he moves in. All you can do is hold your breath. You ball yourself up tighter. You have no idea how you'll survive this - you're past the point of playing dead. All you can do is stare up at him, silently pleading for mercy.

His hands are warm where they touch you. They're large too - large enough to almost encompass each of your upper arms in their soft grip. He just stays there for a while, gently holding your arms as they shiver. His gaze is locked on them as he focuses, gently adjusting the force at which he holds you, rhythmically squeezing you a little, just to get a feel. His tongue darts out in his focus, and after a while, his eyes are back on yours.

You wondered when your family would be back. You wondered if they could even save you. And then it hit you. You wondered if they'd never be back.

Gently, Leon pries your arms away from your face where you'd shielded yourself so desperately. When I say gentle, well, to him it was. He barely had to exert any force to bend you to his will. You were like putty to him. He could easily overpower you, and he didn't dwell on whether it was down to sheer strength or your fear.

Emotionless eyes scan you up and down a few times, ultimately resting on your face once more as a slow hand wipes your clinging hair from your forehead. Then, he reaches out again. Large clawed hands find purchase under each of your arms. They slide in easily as you comply, not wishing to enrage him. He hoists you up with ease, save a small grunt. Next thing you know, he's standing and you're held at arm's distance from him like a cat. He peers up at you, smiling for the first time. He chuffs, hot breath landing on your face; he seems proud of his catch.

Terrified and uncomfortable, you continue to shake in his grip. All you can do is stare at him pleadingly, and even if you had the willpower, you doubted you could escape him. Your clothes are soaked through now, and if you had to thank him for anything, it would be for warming your arms and not killing you... yet. His blues stalk you through his silvery fringe, and after sniffing your air a few times, he sighs and pulls you in.

You're terrified. You can't look. You squeeze your eyes shut. What if he eats you?? You couldn't even begin to picture it, but after a few seconds of being pressed against his warm body, a gentle caress of your thigh coerces you to open your legs a little to allow him space between them. He grunts, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you more supportively now, like a child.

Buried in his chest, you can't see the small awkward smile he gives you, or the look of relief he sends your way as you seem to warm up to him (literally.) Through small rubs and caresses up your back and where he holds you by your thighs, he slowly rubs his warmth into you. Mind so frazzled by fear, all you can really do is let him hold you. You shiver occasionally, afraid of what he may do to you, but otherwise remain still. You don't want to get on his bad side.

After a while of peace, he gently places a finger below your chin, and guides your face up to meet his. He leans in, nuzzles your cheek a little with his nose, and takes a deep breath in. He lingers on you for a while - eyes closing in either bliss or contemplation, before walking once more. He scowls at the firepit as he passes it, beginning to carry you off in the direction he came in.

Where was he taking you? You go a little rigid, now realising you're being abducted. You panic, and it manifests in small squirms, trying to ball yourself up again and push away, levering yourself away from the yeti. You strain against him, and your small noises of fear and exertion perk his ears. He glances down at you tenderly, ceasing his stride to raise a gentle finger to your teary eyes. He swallows thickly and puffs out another deep breath, thinking for a while. He's not at all sure what to do, and doesn't want to risk failing to speak of his own accord, so instead just bounces you softly like a father cradling a child.

You feel warm and cared for, and become distracted wondering if he can actually understand you. However, your surrender was enough compliance for him to continue walking, and he carries on carting you off to goodness knows where. You wouldn't know this, but in truth, Leon was so confused. He hadn't come face to face with a human in years, nevermind one who was so brittle and terrified of him. Somehow, after all these years, he still imagined himself to be the hero, not the monster.

He hadn't intended to face you. He didn't mean to destroy your tent, or to plunge you into the freezing cold... What he'd meant to do was leave you there, before any of that could happen. He'd felt guilty. He wouldn't let his actions affect you and your sweet holiday so negatively. It was decided for him, he was sure he was helping you. He was going to fix things, and warm you up.

The cold and fear had left you weak. You sit in his arms, limp, knowing you couldn't get away even if you'd tried. The gentle rock of his body against yours as he powers through the snow soothes you. His warmth and strong scent clouds your judgement. Before very long, you find yourself snuggling into him somewhat as you watch your camp grow further and further away through tired eyes. He squeezes you gently as he feels you sink into him. One hand rubs up and down your back soothingly. It was ironic, as your captor, how much reassurance Leon was trying to give you.

"C-can you understand me?" You whisper eventually, raising your head to gaze up at the large man's jaw. His ears twitch a little and then he hums. He peers down at you, thoughtfully.

"Hm.. yeah." His voice is gravelly, rough and deep. It's quiet though, like he doesn't use it much.

"You can?!" Your eyes widen and you pull away a little. Leon was becoming quite nervous now. He feared this moment. He didn't want to talk to you at all. He knew he'd fuck up. In response to your question, Leon smiles sheepishly, revealing his sharp teeth. You get straight to the point. "Where are you taking me?"

He frowns and peers down at you. "My... home?"

"Why??" you feel hopeless again. He seemed human enough to appeal to, but then again, you had no idea what he wanted with you.

"...It's warm here" he eventually mumbles as you notice your surroundings suddenly getting a little darker as he carries you into a cave. You'd been so entranced staring up at him, that you hadn't taken in your surroundings for a while. As you do, you notice several random objects lying around. Some looked natural and from the forest like pinecones, sticks and berries. Others seemed very human. Smartphones, newspapers... clothes.

Oh no. You were going to die here.

At least none of the belongings seemed to belong to you or your family... yet. That was still terrifying though. Where was all this stuff from? Some of it was even torn... That's it, you're getting out of here. With a newfound vigour, you begin to claw at his shoulder and back, climbing out of his arms. For a second, it works, until he catches on and wraps his burly hands around your waist, yanking you back down to where he has a good hold on you. He ducks down to look you in the eyes, almost pleading. "Not gonna hurt you." His voice is a soft hum now, claws prodding you as he holds you still.

Somehow, he comes across as quite trustworthy. You couldn't be scared of him just because he's big, not when he's so clumsy and cute. And certainly not when he holds you and watches you as if you were the most precious, sweet individual he'd encountered. It was hard to ignore him, too, with his smooth voice and handsome face, and the careful way he leans over you as he carries you deeper into his cave to shelter you from droplets of condensation.

"Can you please let me go?" you plead.

"I'll take you" he hums, missing the way your eyes widen in shock and confusion. He jostles you up a little to make sure you stay wrapped around his waist and no lower, before eventually laying you down on some soft-makeshift bedding. You're so far into the cave that most of the light from outside is gone. Nobody would find you now, even if they saw the small gas lamp Leon lit beside you. He's about to lay down right beside you when he realises, perhaps, it's not the right thing to do.

Sheepishly, he motions to a spot on his own bed beside you. "Can I?" You have no idea what to say, so, you nod. You were in his home, if you could even call it that, you weren't gonna anger him. You felt as though you needed to make friends with him if you planned on getting out of this alive. And so, as the large man slowly got onto his knees before laying down on his side beside you, it struck you just how "Beauty and the beast" this situation really was. He groaned a little and his joints creaked somewhat as he slowly got down, propping his head up with one hand as he watches you.

Huge was an understatement, and whilst he did have monstrous features and strength, he seemed like the type to at least give you a kind death should he want to eat you-

No, stop. Why are you thinking like that?

You shiver, replacing his amused hum with another thick swallow. His wide eyes scan you.

"Still cold." his lips tug disapprovingly as he watches you lay there, and when you nod, he wraps a blanket around you that he got from goodness knows where. His voice echoed in the small cave, even if he seemed to be whispering now. Leon didn't like causing you fear, but he also didn't like ruining your shelter and warmth, and so, he sought to provide those for you.

You lay there, facing him. Slow and heavy breaths continue to rush over your face, fanning you as he invades your personal space. Yet for some reason, you can't bring yourself to move away. Turning your head momentarily, you eye your camp in the distance. Maybe if you could just get up and run now, you could escape him. Maybe he'd be kind and let you go. You shake again, the cave only rescuing you from the wind, not the biting cold his body provided you shelter from only moments earlier.

Suddenly, his burly arms are back on you. They wrap around you and pull you close, leaving you no space but to open your legs a little for him to get in between. He blankets you in a weighted embrace, head rested in your neck, pressed intimately close. "You're still shivering" He murmurs, silently noticing how your hairs stand on end at his proximity and gravelly tones. You feel his soft fur against your face, between your fingers. You can almost hear his heartbeat.

It's at this point, reluctantly, that you start to allow your attraction to him to manifest. The signs had all been there before as you admired his figure and strength, and basked in his voice. But now, you had no way of escape. You might as well just give in and enjoy the ride. So, you relax against him, wrapping your leg around him again, and letting him give you all of the closeness he can.

Leon knows this is wrong. He, at heart, is still very human, and knows that he should have abandoned you about 20 minutes ago after he destroyed your tent. Heck, he shouldn't have even gone to investigate. But he couldn't fight how good this felt. He couldn't fight the slow boner he was developing as you snuggled up to him so innocently, and he couldn't help wondering what a relationship with a human would be like, after all these years.

He also cant help the small shocked whimper he makes when you move down a little to snuggle up closer to him, and not-so-accidentally press quite firmly against his little issue. His hands seize your waist, threatening to move you, but when you tense in protest, he groans and goes limp, wrapping them around you again. He falls under the impression that if he keeps still, and if he keeps you still, you won't know what's really going on.

It was difficult to keep your morbid curiosity at bay, about fucking a literal Yeti. It was also difficult to not get too attached to the soothing warmth of his shimmery fur and hot skin. His slow breaths and small smile had you in a sleepy trance. You could fall asleep like this and rest. It would be the warmest night you'd get out here, and in all honesty, this was all starting to feel like a nice, cuddly dream.

Too much so.

"What do you want from me?" You lean back to look into his eyes which shoot open. He seems sleepy too. Your presence comforting him more than you could ever know. He stammers a little.

"W.. N- Nothing." he pleads, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. He thinks for a long while, articulating his words. "Just wanna... keep you warm, n safe." he sighs. You're digesting his response when his eyes shoot open in terror as he feels his cock kick against you once. He loosens his grip. This was terrible. He was being selfish. Maybe he should take you home now.

"Are you gonna let me go back?? I have a family out there, please." You whimper, giving him the eyes. He can't say no, he never wanted to hold you hostage. He just wanted to make sure you were ok and-

"Are you warm now?" he huffs, looking down at you to gauge your expression. In all honesty, you were warm, physically and emotionally. He was cute, too cute, and you could tell that he cared. For the first time since you'd met, you almost felt sure that he would actually let you go. And so, you wanted to test him. You pretend to think for a while.

"mmm, no." you smile up at him.

"No??" He seems shocked, running his hands over you to check, nuzzling his nose against your face. "You feel so... warm" he chokes out, eyeing you worriedly. He presses his finger tips to your forehead "you ill?" he grumbles "Where?" His huge hand works its way up and down your body, pressing everywhere he can whilst still being decent, checking for warmth. Then, when he identifies that your leg is a little cool, he wraps his around it.

You stare up at him. The answer is very simple. "Inside." you hum. He short circuits. Leon stares down at you, a faint blush just becoming visible beneath the fur of his cheeks. Inside? What did that mean? How was he meant to warm you up there???

Oh.

Leon stares at you in shock. He swallows thickly, and you decide he's just not sure what you mean, so, you decide to be a little more genuine about it. "Look... I'm... I'm not even sure if this is real. But I've never seen anything like you before and I'm just curious." There's a stunned silence as he eyes you up and down, thinking to himself.

"If you don't want to- it's fine." He wanted to. Oh boy did he want to. He just wasn't sure if it'd be right. He never imagined this day would come. He never thought he'd be able to fuck someone ever again. Leon hums down at you.

"Really shouldn't." those words pop your balloon instantly. You pout at him, but you're willing to take his answer.

"Why not?"

"No condom..." he sighs "Unless you-"

"No."

You both lay there in silence for a while before he crumbles, head falling to reside in the crook of your neck once more. You can tell he's thinking about it- taking you in, soaking into you. He's not felt more content in years. Cuddling up to you, he croons before placing a chaste kiss to your throat.

...Maybe he does want it...

You cover his cheek with small kisses, and sneakily reposition yourself against his throbbing cock. He whines, bucks into you once, and buries his fanged mouth against your skin where he feverishly kisses, trying to hide his sounds. Leon couldn't even admit to himself, let alone you, how pent up he'd been, and now? He wouldn't at all be able to let this opportunity slide.

One of his hands roams your body, sliding down to grip your waist possessively, tugging you hard against him. Then he retreats, realising his mistake. You grab his hand and return it to where it was, earning a playful chuckle and another shy buck of his hips. He runs that hand up your body twice more, watching entranced by the way it glides over your hips and chest, before using it to cup your face. He makes you look up at him.

"You sure?" He's hesitant, a little shaky. You're both very aware that this could end terribly. He could crush you.

"Uhuh.." Just like that, your fate is sealed. He leans in, and pulls you close for a hungry kiss. Expected from a mythical creature, Leon was a walking antithesis: His physical size and strength made him dominant and scary, and yet each of his actions was soft, caring and calculated... and needy. He whines as your lips meet his searing ones. He was so cute, so pliable. You're sure he'd do anything you wanted at this point, and so, testing your luck, you gently grind against him.

He instantly reciprocates, moaning a little as he clutches you tightly. Leon's ears sit flat to his head as he ruts against you, eyes screwed shut, mouth willingly opening enough for you to use some tongue. You've been making out for what, 2 minutes? And the man is already panting, groaning, rock solid against you as he humps desperately. When you slow down on the tongue, he licks eagerly into your mouth too, and moves to pepper kisses and licks all over your cheeks and neck while you catch your breath.

He's so cute, practically begging for you with his mouth but no words come to his aid. Instead, all the gentle giant can do is stare down at you with pleading giant puppy eyes. You want to go further with him. Guiding his hand down towards your sex, you intrust him to ready you. And oh boy does he. He swallows thickly, eyes locking onto you as if you're some mission or target, and he begins to work on you, slowly at first. He groans, cock kicking against you as he licks his lips. Eyes closed tight, kissing you all over, he doesn't even notice you undressing your bottom half until he hears you shimmy the fabric down your legs.

But that's when you feel it too. His hard cock poking out from his coat, slowly drooling copious pearls of precum, smearing his fur. He ruts it against you, the force of his huge hips shoving you so hard that you wrap yourself around him again just to stay put. Suddenly, Leon picks up his pace on you just where it feels best, rubbing with more force and energy than before. Unbeknownst to you, he had a plan. You let out a moan, mouth open wide enough for him to suddenly jam two huge digits in there. It didn't hurt, he wouldn't hurt you, but for a second, you feared for your life.

Even half way in, his fingers had you gagging, choking and drooling. You got them nice and wet for him, and as thanks, they'd be going inside you. Replacing his fingers with his tongue again, he needily whimpers and whines into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're w.. g-great... You're great" he groans, toying with your entrance, eyes shut once more as he grinds into you. He's slow, he understands his fingers are huge, especially by the reaction he didn't mean to elicit from filling your mouth with them, and so, once he breaches you, one finger at a time, makes sure to go slowly. He tries a bit of everything, thrusting, curling them, scissoring you open, all gently until he thinks you can take more.

He fills you so perfectly, so deliciously with just his fingers alone, and he knows what to do even whilst kissing you all over, but you don't dwell on where he got the experience. Leon nibbles a little at your lobe, trapping it gently between his sharp fangs, and moves towards teasing other parts of your throat and shoulder in this way until you begin grinding against his fingers, chasing something more. You snapped out of it a little when you realised just how large his member was. Easily over 7, maybe 8 inches.

And now, he was lining it up with you, holding his breath as he lets it slip, teasing your entrance a few times. It was thick too. The whole thing was just pretty, and due to his strange skin colour, where it would be red and angry it was tinged with a soft purple.

The last thing you see before he stuffs you is his brows furrowed in concentration as he lines himself up. As soon as he slides in, you groan and buck from the stretch of just the first few inches. He shakes, he twitches a little, and he curls up to you, holding you oh-so-dearly. His hips buck shallowly a few times but ultimately he's patient, waiting for the go ahead until he can continue to slowly fill you up. A few shallow thrusts and he works his way deeper, then he gives you a minute or so before repeating.

As bottomed out as he can be, Leon begins a torturously slow pace. He watches closely for you reaction. He's wondering what you like, what you want from him. Eventually, he's groaning with each slow thrust, apparently more edging for him than you. He quickens his pace, leaning over you, propping himself up as he pounds into you a little roughly now. He barely pulls out, each slow roll against of his hips against your sex making you want to cry out.

It's having an affect on him too. Before long, Leon is groaning and growling with each thrust. He's on his knees, body forcing your legs up against your chest as he pile-drives into you. His head hangs by your ear, occasionally nipping and sucking at you, but for the most part, growling like a feral animal. He slows down a little before driving a series of hard, strong thrusts into you with merciless force. Snarling and snapping his jaws, each smack of his hips shifts your body across the bed until he has to grab your ankle to pull you back to him.

He knows you're close, but he wants this moment to last and he's sure you do too. His breath tickles your ear between breathless chuckles, his voice deep and sultry, "H..heh... you ever... ridden a yeti?" As soon as you shake your head no, he purrs. "You want to?"

You nod. He picks you up with ease, temporarily leaving you empty and collapses onto his back. He's quick to fill you to the brim once more as soon as he's comfortable. He groans and throws his head back as you slide down him. And then, lets you work your magic. He groans under you, arms folded behind his head to cushion himself. His eyes follow you, watching you almost predatorily as you bounce on him, and occasionally, his hips snap up to meet yours.

"Fuck, you know, you're so... gnnn... good at this" he whines, trying to force his eyes to stay open so he can watch you.

He bites his lip, bucking up to meet you as his hands reach out for you. They're huge. One feels your body, supporting you, the other holds your ass, guiding you up and down. He smirks, clearly about to make another comment, when you reach down caress his chest, digging your nails into his pecs as best you can. His head falls back and he lets out an almost roar. "Fucckkk" he hums, staring up at you.

You're close again, but you're getting tired. Luckily for you, he understands. Leon sits up, wrapping his huge arms around you. He snuggles into your neck, littering it with growls and kisses as his hips go wild, pistoning into you with a force somehow he hadn't used yet. You were amazed, for such a large man, how hard and fast he could rabbit into your hole. His breaths deep, laboured and lustful as he lost himself in you.

It wasn't long before you were cumming on his cock, gripping his fat length like a vice. He groans, plugging his mouth with your shoulder, but not biting hard. You know exactly what's coming as he adjusts his legs, thrusting hard, almost throwing you up into the air if it weren't for his arms pinning you down to him. His growls and groans shake your core, rutting up in a similar fashion a few times as he pumps you full of his seed. And then he collapses, falling back against his bed. He pants and blushes furiously.

A small grin litters his face, he looks like he's about to pass out as he lays there, eyes narrow and chest heaving. It takes him a while to come down, cock still throbbing and kicking inside you. With how tight you are around him, there's no chance you'll spill a drop before he pulls out.

"Mmmm, fuck" he hums contentedly, hips jostling you upwards a few more times as he carefully reaches up to hold your face. His hand dwarfs your head easily, and he smiles. He's hesitant as he strokes your face. He knows what he did was probably wrong, but it felt so good. It delights him when, as he gently pulls you towards him, you come readily, leaning down to meet his lips.

This kiss isn't hungry or greedy. It's needy and loving. It's an apology, and a thank you, all at once. And when you pull away, his eyes flutter open to gaze lovingly at you.

He sighs, realising his time is up. "Alright, Take you back now, as promised." You're not having it. Playfully, you roll your hips against his and sigh down at him. His cock is half soft inside you now, and still feels great. He stares up at you, confused, ears perked. "What's wrong? Why not?"

"I'm cold outside again..." you pout. He chuckles, leaning up to grab you in a tight hug before laying down once more, this time with you as his captive.

"Well then, allow me to warm you up again."

And that he did.

Eventually you returned to your camp. With Leon carrying you, that is. If he'd given you anything, it was a severe case of jelly-leg.

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guys I just awnna have a little rant at u rn I'm sorry this fic is late and not christmas and Im sorry but I tried to write n edit this like 3 times and each time tumblr deleted my fucking edit im so fucking mad I had internet and I saved it as a draft the works but tumblr was a penis grrrr also, also, the times I edited it like and wrote some I had such good ideas for jokes and puns and things and good writing and now because iM fed up all my good ideas have left me so sorry that this fic is shitty bye thanks for existing ily.

the fic is so long im sorryy i hope you like him

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You think rape is funny? Maybe once you fucking experience it you won’t. Fucking cunt.

hello. so I'll just jump right into this. tw. discourse tw. mentioning r*pe.

@saetoru made this claim about me:

saetoru, could you add proof at least? i can not remember a time where i would repost a joke like that so i'd love for you to show me proof please, this is all I'm asking.

also how was it on your dash, on your own dash and @dottores dash, when you have never followed me? + but maybe it was the for you feature that was the same for the both of you.

accusing someone without proof is not okay, again, i can not remember doing this so if you have a screenshot add it so i can remember and apologize, but i can't do anything because i don't remember saying a joke with SA in mind.

before that i just want to mention: i don't think r*pe is funny, i'm not a dark content blog either so i do not really reblog dark content things because i'm sure most of my readers don't want that + I'm just not into that as well. the only joke i was "called out" for once is when i used a "i want xyz character to smack their laptop on my face or tits" which i got from an andrew garfield interview where he read his thirst tweets out loud, at that time i just deleted it because it's alright.

dottores, your mutuals, two of them to be exact, have sent me multiple of your personal blog hate posts about me and not once, have you made one where you talked about me saying an SA joke. you have only claimed that i am a cunt and that i am a gatekeeping bitch hence why i believed this must be the reason why you would suddenly hate me despite the fact we never interacted.

now, I want to address this next, this is from @dottores post which when i got it sent to me, i would've wished she just tagged me right away and said it with her chest, more so not let saetoru talk about her experience but just handle this with me.

^ this is cat @dottores saying i got it wrong.

^ this is why i believed she meant it just like i said it, why do you go through blogs that grow really fast's notes in the first place? where do you take the right to police other blogs like that when i'm sure your blogs aren't empty of blank blogs either. it is hard to get rid of all of them but i'm sure we all try at least, we don't need you to make us feel bad or come off as belittling, if you have found out a way to get rid of every blank blog, do enlighten us please.

+ at that time of this reblog icks?? post that saetoru added, my blog was blowing up so when a moot of mine (which was also theirs at a time) saw this, they had sent it to me.

"creators that grow really fast" and nowhere has she mentioned she only went through only her own moots notes, aside from that apologies but i still find this weird, i don't think you should invest so much time in other people's blog but this is my opinion.

this is the next thing she said:

i don't know if dottores meant me there but i have never once harassed you nor sent you hate anywhere, again you cannot just accuse me of stuff like that when you have also never reached out to me. The things i claimed about you guys in your callout, i have text messages of the person (your moot) who sent it to me.

but back again, the only thing i did do was block dottores on tumblr and then later ao3 when i saw you in tags, which you made fun of me for later:

also i got this ask that time:

"who blocks on ao3?" i do, ao3 is the platform i use the most so why is it funny when i use the block button? + i just like to point something out here, "they must've clicked to read and realize it was me" you can think that if you want i don't mind, but let me ask you this: i have seen you in tags hence why i was able to block you, but how did you notice i did? you can't see me in tags so surely you didnt click on my work, so you must've searched up my user for whatever reason?

and i know this is about me because she added the "this person called me chronically online" i couldn't find the post but what she was talking about is me calling other writers who reblogged that one "ick post" with not needed things such as "when writers cant characterize a character" or "when they only write headcanons", i have plenty of screenshots of that post but since i don't want to use up all my space here, i don't see why i should show their reblogs from this.

there were plenty of people like that, which reblogged horrible things there so i called everyone under that post chronically online, not just you dottores.

yeah :) like people making fun of someone for blocking them for their own comfort. i just don't want to see you, that's all, but i have never send you hate asks nor harassed you, the only thing i did was block the blogs your own mutuals exposed to me.

^ this is after i felt bad for you after the callout.

this is coming from your own mutuals, i have never alone claimed you guys are jealous of me nor is there anything to be jealous about. i am just a blog, this here is not being popular, no one knows who i am and i do not need to pride myself in having a big blog on tumblr.com, and my readers know that. we are all the same here.

i didn't mean you here saetoru but i understand that it sounded that way, the phrasing was a little off, for that i apologise that i made you upset with this, english is not my first language, i'm french, and when it comes to this callout post i was so fed up with it that i just posted it without looking for grammar mistakes etc. + this is about one of your friends who deleted their personal the second i announced i got their user, that was something with kaeya, when they sent me a hate ask. i won't expose it here but that person was also the one who blacklisted a friend of mine for liking itto.

i think there is a lot more but i will stop it there, this could've ended differently and i'm sad that it ended this way. I wish you all the best and i mean it, i hope we all can learn from this and move on, write on tumblr for our favorite characters because it's fun and stay away from drama. If you made it this far thank you 💓 — yoru

#tw discourse #tw rape

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g0giro · 7 months

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PLEASE READ THIS!!! NEOPENTANE5 TOLD ME TO KILL MYSELF AFTER I TALKED ABOUT THAT SHE SUPPORTED RAPE TO MY FRIEND

Someone sent this to me, and I have something to say about it. Don't buy what she said on her Twitter, I explained every single detail below.

I'm adding these pictures as well since these tweets were basically her referring to me and saying a lot of bad things about me. I've heard this meant "I wish you go kill yourself", "You don't deserve any friends" and so on, so I decided to translate it. She deleted it, and it's gone by now, but I could get a screenshot of her saying it.

TL;DR: I cut neopentane5 off and blocked her last year, I've been struggling because of severe depression since last year and she was the main reason who caused it, I vented about how I felt and what I couldn't understand her to my friend, and somehow it ended up with Neopentane5 seeing my DM with my friend and she self attacked me on her Twitter because of the DM, revealing my personal information and writing on her Twitter that I need to kill myself.

Below this is about what exactly happened and how Neoepentane5 tried to justify her actions. I explained it with all the proof that she was wrong and spreading misinformation, including some NSFW pictures she sent.

I don't know where to start, but let me talk about what happened last year between me and her.

The first reason I cut her off :

A few months ago, a guitarist of my favorite band passed away, so I was really shocked and sad, and I wanted to talk about it to someone and get comforted. There was a discord server where I, Neopentane5, and some other people were so I went there and talked about it. One of them asked me about it, but Neopentane5 just said nothing but sent a nsfw pic right below my text, completely ignoring me.

It was really rude and disrespectful, not just because the guitarist was my favorite but it was really weird and absurd of her to send a nsfw pic when she heard that someone died. Because of this, I was feeling depressed, so I tried not to pay attention to the server and her. I muted the notifications and tried to do something else like watching movies, playing games, or going out and so on because I thought it would become better if I could ignore this.

But she kept sending a bunch of nsfw pictures like these pictures without my consent and I was really overwhelmed and mad because of it.

This is the uncensored version of the screenshots.

The second reason why I cut her off:

Around last Halloween, I posted this to do inbox trick or treating. People who wanted to join it left likes there, and everyone who left likes on that post answered back, but Neopentane5 was the only one who didn't do anything even though she left her like. I thought she might be busy, and I asked her why she hadn't answered. She said she read it and wanted to draw something for it and would post it that night, but I didn't really mind if she wanted to draw something or not, because I was content with communicating with people by sending some candy pics and it was wholesome.

She really seemed to draw one for it, and I didn't want to let her down by saying I didn't really need her drawing or so, so I gave her enough time and she didn't post anything about it even two weeks had passed. I was really getting upset and depressed because it felt like I was worthless and not worth being remembered or cared about. I stopped texting her and everyone back then because of my depression.

Then she suddenly texted me first unusually and it was like this.

She just wanted to use me for translating that picture when she clearly knew that I didn't like the reboot stuff and didn't want to see it at all. She could've just googled it and used a translator, but she still decided to ask me to translate it for her. I had been feeling really down that time, and I didn't want to text back, but I also didn't want to make her feel bad so I just joked like I was all good and translated it for her. I felt I was worthless than the google translate and she just laughed it off and didn't really care about it when she should've made a proper apology. It didn't look like a person who was genuinely feeling sorry and it made my mental state worse. So I said just forget about it, and she didn't even answer back.

Other reasons I cut her off:

I had been already feeling depressed because I had always felt that I was the only one who cared about the 'friendship' she claimed to call it. Whenever I wanted to 'talk' with her, I always had to bring something interesting related to the fandom stuff, or she didn't even reply or reply very carelessly like "okay cool" a few days later when I texted her. She also didn't text me first usually, and I noticed it when I started talking with her last year. I thought I could talk about it to her and solve the problem together, so I seriously asked her to text me first sometimes and told her that I was feeling neglected because of her lack of messages. She said she wasn't just a talkative person and didn't really start a conversation first, but it was also the same for me because I wasn't a talkative one either. At least she promised that she would change and try to message me first, but she didn't. I talked about it to her more than three times, but she didn't even try hard to keep her promise and I lost trust that it would fix anything if I talked with her.

This was the last conversation when I blocked her.

I was trying not to be rude, and I explained why I decided to distance her. If she actually cared about the 'friendship', then she should've apologized to me and asked me if we could start over. But she immediately decided to cut me off (which means she didn't care about me) and started making excuses to justify her actions.

About Neoepentane5 saying something supportive about rape:

She tried to make her words promising about rape is okay by using the logic that she's Asian and Asian people are like that. Me, as a Korean, I don't support rape and I am against people who tolerate rape in any case. I couldn't understand how could a person be okay with rape at all and I was so disgusted by it, so I vented it to my friend because I'd already cut her off and there was no way for her to see this, a few days ago. But somehow, Neopentane5 was able to see my DM which I only intended to share with my friend, and wrote about it, making excuses and revealing my Discord name and Tumblr blog to the public, allowing her followers could easily attack me when I had no intention to expose her when I was talking with my friend.

We used to be friends, but we didn't quarrel and the quarrel she means is the last conversation I wrote about above, where I was explaining why I decided to block her. I didn't drive a distance between Neopentane5 and her friends, in fact, there was only one person I asked why didn't they distance Neopentane5 yet. The friend she was talking about was also my friend, and when I decided to block her, I told the friend too. I was genuinely worried about the friend because they said that they also had problems with Neopentane5 before and had an emotionally hard time because of her.

I talked about my interaction with her to my friends, not making it go on the public. Every person can feel bad and hate someone, and I needed to vent my feelings to my friends, Neopentane5 is talking about this as if I did something wrong after seeing what she wasn't able to see. About how she could manage to see my DM, my friend shared it with someone else without my consent and their friend shared it again to another, and so on. This is a wild guess, but when I talked to the friend after blocking Neopentane5 they said they already knew what happened, and in the way Neopentane5 talked in the last conversation I had with her, it's not hard to assume that she probably said many bad things about me. I don't blame her for talking back behind my back, because it's natural to vent someone's feelings to someone, but it's very disappointing and frustrating to see her attack me.

When I said I could make her an account, she denied it because she didn't want to look weak in front of me and said it was cheap to buy a new phone number, saying it didn't even cost a single dollar.

It was one game she bought, and I told her how much I appreciated it enough that she told me to stop praising her. However, she hadn't played it once when I asked her to play it together later. I don't know what she's talking about the 'learning new ways to use AI for me' because if she's talking about CAI, I was the one who was making characters mostly and I've never asked her to make one for me.

I asked her to do RP with her because it looked like she was getting tired of CAI's waiting line and the limited responses. I said it was totally okay if she didn't want to do so, but she accepted it and then I made a server to invite her. She talked like she didn't enjoy it at all, but as embarrassing as it might sound, I enjoyed it and appreciated her for doing it together, and when I asked her if she was enjoying this too, she said yes and saved funny moments we had.

I say it again that it wasn't an argument or a quarrel. I explained why I wanted to distance her instead of just blocking her without any words, giving her the last chance to apologize and to make things better again. I explained it in the last conversation I had with her, you can read about how she keeps trying to justify her careless actions toward me by saying she's just forgetful and I don't understand her at all when I was struggling because of my depression and I needed someone to show me that they cared about me, but she couldn't understand me at all. I expected her to show it to me because she said I was special and different unlike the other friends she had, but maybe I was too naive.

I've never talked about anything related to her to the public or in my account where anyone can see it until now. Look at who decided to point me out and blame me, revealing my blog and discord account.

It's also not healthy to write me to go kill yourself.

This is all, and it was Neopentane5 who started blaming me on the Internet first. These are her Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram pages. I hope anyone who reads this will distance yourself from her and her devotees, and it would be appreciated if you could reblog this post and share it on other websites like Twitter too.

Sorry for tagging the fandom tags, but I don't want other people to suffer the same thing I did. Thank you for reading a long post. + I edited the post since it was flagged.

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I want to talk about allegations of jew face aka claims that someone is faking being jewish.

On one hand, people do fake being jewish. Last year, at pro Palestine protests, JVP handed out shirts with "not in our name" on the front and "jews say ceasefire now" on the back, to people at protests. Some of the people who recieved and wore the shirts were jewish, but there were also non jews given the shirts and wore them. This shirt is still available for sale on the JVP website. Non jews who wear the shirt are doing jew face, as the shirt implies they are jewish.

Then you have blogs like one which was deleted a few months ago, who claimed to be a jew but was actually someone from Iran. Whilst there are jews in Iran, the blog was claiming to be a Jew in the US. So safe to say, it was an Iranian psyop as they were antisemitic.

Conversely, there are many antizionist jewish bloggers who get falsely slapped with the accusation that they aren't really jewish. 10% of jews worldwide are antizionist or non zionist (someone who doesn't believe that countries should exist, and therefore believes both Israel and Palestine, along with every other country should no longer exist).

And it is actually disgusting when an antizionist jew gets slapped with claims that they aren't actually jewish. A jew is a jew is a jew. Someone's opinion does not strip them of their jewishness.

This post was something I have been wanting to talk about but the thing which motivated me to write it is a post I saw listing behaviors that if someone who says their jewish does, then they aren't really jewish.

And I agree with this in some capacity. A lot of those behaviors are indicative of someone faking being jewish, but no group is a monolith and there could be real jews doing that behavior. I'm giving the benefit of the doubt to that poster and assuming they meant it as a loose rule and not hard criteria.

Some of the behaviors listed were people only saying they were jewish after Oct 7th, jews who post antisemitic content, and blogs which go beyond criticisms of Israel and is literally just xenophobia and that's all they post.

And yes, that are all things which jew fakers do. They only claim to be Jewish to gain a sense of being reputable. However I have spoken with jews who are really jews, who do engage in that behavior. Do I agree with that behavior (excluding claiming to be Jewish only after Oct 7th)? No, I do not. I think it's terrible. But does that made a person less Jewish? No. The reason I excluded the only claiming to be Jewish post oct 7th is because for some jews, being jewish wasn't something they want to advertise on their blog. Whilst I have said I was jewish on past blogs I've had, on this one, it wasn't till after Oct 7th did I make it known here. Which for those who never knew my old blogs, which would be everyone as I was cyberstalked by an ex and would delete blogs when my ex found them, it comes off as if I'm suddenly claiming to be Jewish post oct 7th.

There is also another claim commonly tied to claiming antizionist jews are fake jews, which is that antizionist jews must have no connection or limited connection to jewish culture. That they were either not raised with jewish culture or if they were, as an adult they no longer practice even secular judaism. And whilst again yes, this is true for some, it's not true for all.

There is a popular antizionist jewish blogger on here, which has spoken multiple times about how they practice jewish culture and religion. It would be stupid to deny it because of a political belief.

This post as ended up being far longer than I intended, so to hurry up and get to the point, I do not think we should fake claim jews unless there is hard proof that someone is faking being jewish.

Hard proof can be a person claiming prior to not be Jewish, if a blog is revealed to be a psyop, or if you personally know the person running the blog and know for a fact that they aren't jewish.

#antisemitism #jumblr #israel #i/p #antizionism #antizionist #anti zionist #anti zionism #zionism #jewblr

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xo-rihanna · 2 years

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Future Leader Part 2 - Neteyam Sully

Warnings - swearing, smut, penetration, p in v, squirting, orgasms, oral, spanking, biting, spitting, edging. Minors DNI

A/N - Picks up almost exactly where Part 1 left off. IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG I’ve been busy with college but I caught up enough to finish this😫 and I had to like rewrite half of this twice because I forgot to save it and it got deleted and then tumblr decided to freeze just as I was about to post it and deleted the last bit😐 anyways I hope this is okay and you enjoy it. This is not proof read! Thank you loves🫶🏻

“You’re welcome, your highness.”

The words practically oozed arrogance. Eywa you hated him. You drew a sharp breath, feeling the growth of an angry growl building in your throat. Neteyam saw just how worked up you were getting and grinned, it was exactly what he wanted. You could care less for your leg which was now spilling blood. The war party was waiting for your order and you clenched your jaw, regained some of your dignity and lead them on the flight home.

By the time you had gotten back to the village, which now resides in the caves of the Hallelujah mountains, all sensation in your leg was gone. You broke tsaheylu with your Ikran and slid off her back, grimacing as your leg hit the floor and you wobbled.

You hissed, fearing for someone to see your weakness. Neteyam watched as you struggled to steady yourself to walk, he felt an odd feeling in his chest. Like he couldn’t watch you struggling and do nothing. It urged him to offer you help and after battling with himself he gave in, knowing it was the right thing to do. Neteyam wrapped a strong arm around your waist, attempting to sling your arm around his shoulder but you resisted.

“Are you trying to ruin me in front of the whole clan? Get off. I’m fine.” You shoved Neteyam off and found yourself in a vulnerable position. Your leg was practically dragging along the floor as you attempted to walk. Neteyam held his hands up and smirked, “By all means, princess, drag yourself down to the Tsahik.” He chuckled as you hissed and threw your head back, knowing you couldn’t make it that far.

“I fucking hate you.” You mumbled, Neteyam smiled and took this as you accepting you needed his help. He wrapped his arm around you once more and tried to help you walk but your leg was just becoming deadweight.

“I hate to say this but I’m gonna have to carry you, Y/n. You’re doing more damage to it by dragging it.” He gave you no time to resist and had you scooped up in his arms before you could even attempt to fight him.

Your face flushed in embarrassment and you prayed to Eywa under your breath that this was a dream and you’d wake up and have some of your dignity left. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, princess.” Neteyam chuckled and you scowled up at him.

The calm beating of his heart against your ear made your own heart erratic and you were suddenly aware of every inch of skin he was touching. It felt on fire. You didn’t know why your body was reacting to his touch like this. You honestly wanted to just curl up and die from embarrassment.

Neteyam avoided looking at you because he felt the same. Your delicate frame in his arms was driving him crazy. Suddenly your big girl facade dripped away and he saw the pure beauty beneath it. Your sharp tongue didn’t seem so threatening anymore. Neteyam had a look among his face that looked like worry, if you had to give it a name, as the blood from your graze wound had leaked down your leg and was now dropping off your foot splattering the ground and Neteyam’s arm.

“Does it not hurt?” He asked, trying to pick up the pace to get to the Tsahik’s, your mother, hut. You shook your head, “I can’t feel my leg at all.”

Neteyam sighed in quiet relief as he saw your mothers hut just a few metres away. Your mother was no longer tending to other injured warriors and lifted her eyebrows as she saw her own daughter be carried in and set in front of her.

“It was a bullet graze. It’s been bleeding like crazy and she says she cannot feel her leg anymore. I had to carry her here.” Neteyam wiped your blood off his arm and legs and glanced down at you.

Mother nodded to Neteyam, thanked him and let him leave. You felt like a hole was being burned into your brain with the way your mother was looking at you. So full of shame. “Mother it is not as bad as it looks-“ You started, wiping at the graze and hissing slightly out of instinct.

Your mother shook her head sitting next to you and mixing up ointments in her hands, “You have been trained better then to allow these stupid mistakes,Y/n. You are future Ole’eykte. Act like it.” She harshly applied the ointments onto your wound and rubbed it in. Your head dipped in shame, unable to even let out painful whimpers.

Unknown to you, Neteyam lingered outside of your tent. He didn’t know why and he kind of hated himself for it. He listened to your Mothers words and felt a guilty knot tie in his stomach. He didn’t know you were under so much pressure. Biting his lip, he walked away, having heard enough.

Your wound was not bad, it was just deep. You’re mother fixed you up and you were instructed to rest for at least the rest of the night even though you felt fine. Your feeling had come back and you could put weight on it again. Besides the bandage, it felt like it hadn’t happened.

The next morning, you wasted no time to get out of your tent. Getting up the second sunlight hit your face. You avoided your parents at all costs, not wanting to get another scolding. You needed to have a talk with Neteyam. Subconsciously, your body and mind just craved being in his presence. Picking at anything, any excuse to just look at him.

As you neared the Sully’s family tent, you heard the commotion of the family getting ready. Childish bickering and fumbling of feet. The flap of their tent was slightly open and Neytiri saw you first, ignoring her oldest boys as they rumbled the tent with their play fighting. Neytiri smiled at you and nodded, telling you it was okay to enter their home.

You took the invitation and stood for a second in the makeshift doorway, watching Neteyam and his little brother rumble around like children. Neteyam laughed as his brother managed to shove him down to the floor of the tent and then caught sight of you and froze. You smirked at him, putting a hand on your hip. “Real mature, mighty warrior.” You smiled as Neteyam huffed and got up, brushing himself off as if it would take back what you saw.

“What are you doing here, peg leg?” He asked, his eyes jolting down to the bandage around your leg. You rolled your eyes and Neytiri gave her son a look. Jake just shook his head, “How are you, sweetheart? Neteyam told me you took a nasty graze yesterday.” He gave you a sweet smile.

“I’m okay, sir. Nothing a bit of yalnabark wouldn’t fix. I’m sorry to intrude on your morning but I need to talk to Neteyam in private.” You finished your sentence looking at Neteyam. His gaze hardened and he nodded, leaving the tent with you.

You didn’t say a word to him, you just walked. You didn’t know where was most appropriate to have this talk but your feet seemed to be taking you to your own tent. Neteyam noticed and picked up the conversation, “Can you get this over with please? I have things to do today.” He sounded like a brat which only riled you up, setting a blaze in your chest.

You stopped outside your tent, unsure of why your mind brought you here instead of somewhere more appropriate. You didn’t really want Neteyam scoping around your bedroom. “I’m just picking you up on the stunt you pulled yesterday. You know, carrying me to my mother didn’t make me forget that you deliberately disobeyed my orders.” Neteyam clenched his jaw, his own chest heaved with sudden rage. You watched in amusement at his reaction to your words.

“I saved your fucking life.” Neteyam told you through gritted teeth. The angry tension between the two of you came crashing back, hitting you like a brick. Your skin suddenly felt like fire, every inch of it blazing with his glare. “I didn’t need you to.” You hissed. Your tail portrayed your anger, hitting the ground numerous times with a muffled thump.

Neteyam grimaced in anger, before grabbing you by the sides of your arms and shoving you into your tent. Luckily, it was only you that lived there. Neteyam took no notice of your shocked reaction, you were already pinned against the far wall before you had time to realise what just happened.

His arms on either side of your head locked you in and you had no choice but to look at him. “What the fuck are you doing!” You asked. Neteyam smiled and cocked his head at you but it made your stomach drop. There was something different in his eyes. A nasty glint that he’s never shown you before.

“I’ve just about had enough of you. You’re a fucking brat. You can’t just admit you needed help. Well look where it’s got you.” He sneered. You hated the reaction your body was having to his words. His words rang with spite and it was turning you on.

You clenched your thighs together, desperate for him not to notice the wetness pooling in your loincloth. Neteyam’s eyes flickered down and smiled, “You’re a dirty slut you know that. You give me no choice.” Before you could even take a breath, he had you on your bed. Your hands are locked in an iron grip above you and his steaming body is pressed flush against yours. There wasn’t a millimetre of space between you. You could feel his hot breath on your face, his rapid beating, his throbbing bulge.

You squirmed under him, feeling your arousal grow by the second. Your core was burning, aching for attention. Neteyam smirked smugly as he watched you whine and grind your hips into his bulge. Desperate for his touch. “Neteyam please.” You mewled. He brushed hair out of your face gently and lowered down to place a delicate kiss to your jaw.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Your bratty whining only makes the urge to bend you over and fuck the attitude out of you stronger.” He mumbled against your skin, face still against your soft skin.

You hummed, feeling the pool between your legs intensify. You were going dumb and he hadn’t even properly touched you yet. Neteyam gave in to your desperate eyes, crashing his lips into yours and letting go of your hands to caress your cheeks. It was a passionate kiss, both of you wanting to prove your dominance. Neteyam won, his tongue roaming your mouth as your hands found the strings of his loincloth and tugged on it.

Neteyam released from the kiss and pushed your hands back down, releasing a laugh. “So desperate, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes and huffed. Neteyam tightened his grip on your wrists making you hiss.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Neteyam’s voice was sinister, stealing your ability to speak. You gulped up at him. “Speak. Or you won’t get anything from me, baby.” He rolled his hips into yours, the sudden friction making you gasp.

“Yes. Yes I did alright, fuck.” You told him.

Neteyam shook his head and suddenly ripped your loincloth off, disregarding it carelessly. His breath hitched for a moment as he saw the sight of your soaked pussy, calling out to be filled.

“If you cum before I tell you to, I’ll make you regret it.” He warned you before starting to place gentle, sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin on your inner thighs. Your slit was producing so much slick, Neteyam could practically taste it on the air. You whined, the fire in your core blazing hotter by the second.

“Alright sweet girl, I hear you.” He smiled as he watched your body tremble for him, little whines releasing from your pretty mouth. Neteyam licked a strip up your pussy, slick coated his tongue and the taste was something he couldn’t describe.

It was like sweet nectar, just flowing out of you. The sudden surge of pleasure made your back arch and a gasp escape you. Neteyam pinned you down by your thighs, you were unable to escape his mesmerising tongue. It lapped at your juices, absolutely obsessed with your taste.

“Oh fuck, Neteyammm.” You moaned out, scrunching your face in pleasure as his brought his thumb to your clit. Your whole body rippled with ecstasy. A knot tied in an unknown pit in your stomach, slowly unravelling with every movement of his tongue and circle of his thumb.

“Great mother, Y/n. You taste so good.” Neteyam was lost in the taste of your sweet juices. Drinking them up like he hadn’t drank all day. Thirsty as fuck.

“Neteyam please, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, desperately tangling your fingers in his braids and trying to grind up into his face to get more friction.

Neteyam smiled, letting you rut your pussy into his face while he rubbed relentless circles into your clit. Your legs were beginning to tremble, your eyes rolled back and a sheen of sweat formed over your body as you chased your orgasm.

“Don’t you fucking dare. You don’t get to cum.” Neteyam growled at you, pinning your legs down by your thighs to stop the rutting of your hips. The knot in your stomach was begging to unravel, it was almost painful. The pleasure stopped and a sinking feeling settled within you.

You whined like a baby, desperately moving to get some friction against anything. Neteyam watched in disbelief, the girl that’s hated him his whole life squirming and begging for him to keep eating her out. She would never live this down.

You groaned in annoyance, “Fuck, Neteyam please. I’m sorry okay, I’ll do anything just p-please finish me.” You whimpered, begging him with your eyes to touch you.

“Alright alright, sweet thing.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Is this okay?” He asked you for consent to thrust his slender fingers into your aching hole. You nodded frantically, the consent just made you hotter.

Neteyam smiled, showing his sharp fangs before slipping them into your tight hole. Your back arched once again, feeling his fingers so deep within you only made you wonder how you would take the cock that was throbbing in Neteyam’s loincloth.

Neteyam curled his fingers sweetly so they were just brushing your sweet spot with every thrust. You were becoming a moaning mess under him, squirming and crying out for him. “Your little sounds are gonna send me over the edge, sweet thing.” Neteyam told you.

“Oh! Neteyam! Fuck!” You felt the knot in your stomach start to slip. You were so close. Neteyam made eye contact and he smiled, “You can cum, it’s okay. Cum for me, Y/n.” He suddenly increased his speed, hitting your sweet spot with no mercy.

“Fuck- Fuck! I’m coming!” You cried out before you finally released around his fingers. Neteyam’s eyes widened as you squirted all over his abdomen.

Your legs twitched and Neteyam pulled his fingers out of you when he knew you were done. Neteyam lapped up your juices that covered your thighs and wiped his mouth when he was done.

You watched as he licked up and swallowed your sweetness in awe. Your legs still twitched and you brought your hands to your face to hide the rush of blood that was burning in your cheeks.

Neteyam tsked and pulled your hands away, pinning them at your sides. He smiled, placing a kiss to your lips. “You don’t get to hide, sweet thing. You just squirted all over me, you can’t get shy on me now. We’ve only just started.” You gulped at his words and Neteyam nibbled at your jaw.

You hummed and brought your hand up to the rock hard bulge in Neteyam’s loincloth, palming him softly through the thin material. Neteyam sighed, looking at you with so much lust in his eyes

You looked up at him through thick eyelashes, untying the strings of his loincloth carefully. You finally got it removed, teasing Neteyam with how long it took you. His cock spring out, slapping his stomach. He was huge to say the least, bigger and thicker then anyone you’d even been with before. A nervous feeling settled in your chest, how were you going to take this?

Neteyam chuckled, “You’ll be fine, sweet thing.” Your nervousness must have been evident on your face. “I know.” You said, before stooping your head down to suck gently at his thick tip. Neteyam closed his eyes, he didn’t want you to know that his tip was extremely sensitive. He honestly could cum just from getting his tip sucked.

You noticed his body language, his body tensed and his breathing was raspy. You released his tip from your lips and smiled. “How cute.” You smirked. Neteyam gave you a look, telling you not to test him.

“Don’t make me ask, Y/n.” He told you. Your mouth lingered around his cock, refusing to make contact. Neteyam gritted his teeth and grabbed at your hair, making you yelp suddenly.

“Suck. Now.” He told you before releasing your hair. Neteyam watched as you submitted to him, taking his length in your mouth with difficulty. Your eyes couldn’t rip away from Neteyam’s, keeping eye contact as you forced his cock down your throat. Your eyes were stinging and your lungs were screaming for air. The air coming in your nose was keeping you from passing out.

“You can do it baby.” Neteyam cooed at you, grasping your hair gently and easing the last few inches down your throat. Neteyam screwed his face up in pleasure, your gagging was only sending him closer to the edge.

Your eyes were streaming tears so thick you could hardly even see Neteyam’s face anymore. His moans got louder as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Fuck I’m gonna cum in your mouth. You’re gonna show me before you swallow okay.” He told you. You nodded and continued to bob up and down on his cock.

You felt it twitch in your mouth and with a loud groan, he spilled his cum into your mouth making sure you got every last drop. You pooled it in your mouth, making sure not to swallow it as he told you. Neteyam’s chest heaved and he gestured for you to open your mouth, grasping you by the jaw. Without warning he gathered his own saliva and spat it into your mouth. He smirked and said, “You can swallow now.”

You kept eyes contact with him as you swallowed his thick seed. “Good girl.” He said, kissing your lips slowly.

You panted into the kiss, you were so desperate for him to be in you. “Neteyam. I need you- Please fuck me.” You begged. He smiled and placed a simple kiss on your neck before flipping you over so you were on all fours.

Your back arched instinctively, giving Neteyam a clear view of your dripping pussy. Your tail wrapped around his back, trying to pull him closer to you. He smiled and kissed gently down your arched spine. “Tell me if it hurts. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” He told you and you nodded and whimpered back, feeling his tip sliding between your folds.

He held your hips tightly as he slowly slid just half of his cock into your wetness. A sharp gasp escaped both you and him, and you felt his thumbs pinched on the sides of your hips. Pleasure completely took over him. Your mouth was left open, drool pooled in your mouth. You gulped thickly and Neteyam felt your muscles relaxed and took that as a sign that you were ready for the rest of him.

He pushed the rest of him into you, leaving only his knot. He groaned out as he felt your tight walls engulfing him. You tried desperately to adjust to his length and moaned as his swiped your sweet spot. Neteyam couldn’t help himself and rolled his hips gently into your ass, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

You moaned out, feeling that familiar knot form in your stomach. Neteyam’s slow thrusts gave you time to adjust and you squirmed, “N-Neteyam, faster please.” He did as he was asked and picked up his speed, falling into a ruthless rhythm. You cried out as he hit at your sweet spot, holding you from squirming away by your hips.

Neteyam was sure he couldn’t go any deeper into your but he tried anyway and groaned as he poked into your cervix and abused your sweet spot, making you cry out and grasp at the fur pelt of your bed.

Neteyam slapped your ass and your mouth fell open, the skin tingling and burning with his handprint. Neteyam ducked his head down to your ear and growled, “No sweetheart. I want the whole village to hear how good I’m making you feel.” He placed a kiss to your neck and you moaned as a response.

“Mmm Neteyam please, I’m so close!” You fumbled over your own rough breathing.

Neteyam groaned, your words sending him closer to his release and your walls fluttered around his cock. “Beg for it, Y/n.” He ordered it, you shook your head and moaned. Neteyam slowed his thrusts almost to a complete stop and you cried at the loss of pleasure. “No no! Please Neteyam, please let me cum. Please!” You begged and Neteyam was satisfied with your response, returning to his previous pace.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” You exclaimed as your legs began to tremble and a surge of pleasure was slowly washing over you. “I’m right behind you.” Neteyam moaned as you clenched around him and convulsed on his cock. He painted your walls white and for a minute you both just rode out your highs. The moans eventually stopped and he slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum pooled between your legs.

He laughed and said, “We are doing this again.” Before trying to find something to clean you up with. You didn’t want to know what you’d just started but you had a feeling Neteyam might deliberately be disobeying your orders more often if it meant it ended like this.

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Possessive reader x Albedo/Aether

Part 1

Note: I apologize in advance because 1, I definitely didn't proof read this, 2. I might accidentally forget to put in credits for the art and I already deleted it in the gallery so-

Important notice for the artwork!: Please read from left to right to know which art belongs to the artist. Also, some of the pictures has the same artist so I will number them and organize it. Tysm for reading. Hope you enjoy!

Characters!: albedo + Rubedo / Aether

Information of color: Albedo and Aether is orange/yellow and Rubedo is red. Tysm

2nd Information: You are a scientist or an Alchemist in Albedo/Rubedo. And for Aether, you're basically a rich person. [Which I want one in my life bc I'm broke-]

3rd information about my knowledge: I actually don't know about fake Albedo and when I came across a comic of him and Albedo and searched him up in Google, he was called rubedo. I don't think it's a Canon name and just a fan-canon name but I'll be using the name Rubedo

No pronouns are used, it's GN reader. No specific gender so it could be read as any gender. [I apologize that I also put tags of f reader and m reader with gn reader and not just gn reader]

Warning: The writing is very lengthy. Yandere Albedo/Rubedo?

@sc1ssor3

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Albedo + Rubedo

[1.] Artist: Poi_poifu app: Twitter

[2.] Artist: 0jae app: Danbooru

All 3 photos/Artist: @Kagura8999 app: Twitter

You were organizing your lab when suddenly there was a knock on the door. You quickly fixed your hair and coat, "Come in!" You awnsered. A blonde man comes in, smiling and slightly waving at your presence. "Oh, Albedo! Is there anything you need?"

'Albedo' paused. But then tilting his head and smiling. Although strange, you didn't mind. You flinched when a cold hand held yours and then something....soft was nuzzling it? You turned around and looked down to your hand, seeing 'Albedo' with his strange behavior, nuzzling his cheek on to your hand.

Your face quickly flushed with red, chuckling. You patted his head as he also nuzzled it. You tried to retract your hand, but his grip tightened as he stared at you. You became nervous and concerned but laughed it off. "Albedo? Did you take something strange again?" He looks down, seemingly ignoring your question. You sighed, sitting down as 'Albedo' comes joining you.

He leaned onto your shoulder, still holding your hand with his own. He trapped your hand with both of his hands and looked up to you.

"Do you like me now......Master..?" He said while kissing your palm. You froze, wait....is he calling you...MASTER?!

Your thoughts were interrupted with a door creaking. You looked at the door, seeing....Albedo?? Wait, why is there 2 Albedo's?!

"[Name]?! Why is he sitting with you...!"

You were cunfused, still wondering which was the true Albedo until you looked at their necks. Albedo has a star.....this one doesn't. Then who's the one clinging onto your arm?!

After things got settled, you found out that he was Rubedo. Rubedo was now sitting on your lap in your arms. You didn't really have a choice whether you let him or not. But unknownly to you, he was smirking at Albedo. Mocking him as his mouth word out,

'I got to be in their arms,' Rubedo said as Albedo grumbled. Feeling an unknown feeling bubbling inside him, jealously

Suddenly, Albedo grabbed your hand and shoved Rubedo off your lap. "[Name], let's take a walk around mondstadt"

You nervously agreed, not knowing what to do. It's even worse when you guys walk in Mondstadt town. Everyone was looking at you and whispering things about Rubedo and Albedo clinging onto both of your arms as they glared at each other. You were stiff, not knowing what to do.

You all three stopped when a drunk man began to stumble along the way to you. He began flirting with Albedo and Rubedo, saying that they should get to know each other. Your patience and anger were about to snap as you can see Rubedo and Albedo was clearly uncomfortable. Both were about to summon their sword until,

"Go fuck off for archon's sake! Who in their right mind would even think of giving you a chance to even "GeT tO kNoW eAcH oThEr?" So go away and leave us alone." You said. Mocking his words. Then you grabbed his shoulder, "And they're taken by me, so they are mine. Back off. " The drunk man angrily went away as everyone looked at the usual stress but calm [name] screamed in anger. And even curse?

Both Rubedo face and Albedo face went red. Like literally, red as a tomato! Even steam was coming out of their heads!! They definitely heard what you whispered to the guy. And when you wrapped your arms around both of their waist, making them come closer to you. (They shivered, from excitement and delight when they found your new side of you)

They both felt....warm (especially down there—)

You check on both of them, panicking as their face was still flushed red. It became worse when you put your hands on both of their foreheads to check if they had a fever. (If they can even catch one)

Then, when you guys went back to Albedo's lab instead of yours because Albedo offered to let you experiment with him and....Rubedo.

If only you knew, they made a contract to share you behind your back. At least they will be mostly at peace with each other. [Beside the people who made you uncomfortable or cause a threat of their love to you. At least their in the basement.....bleeding out]

Aether

[1.] Artist: Usaryun app: Twitter

[2.] Artist: Shoraln app: danbooru

Location: Liyue

It was a normal day as Aether finished the commissions, bounty, and requests from the people. He's been saving up mora to go to fontaine. He was extremely tired and even worser, Paimon passed out to the heat of the sun and thank archons that he had enough mora to rent out a room for Paimon to sleep in.

He went out and sat on a bench. As if he didn't feel or cared about the heat of the sun, he was sweating. Not even bothering to get some cold water or ice to help him. Later, a figure approached him, and he looked over as the figure was familiar to him. It was you! Oh, how he was overjoyed!

You guys met in Sumeru when him got stuck in some vines while you were traveling. Although you had a good laugh before you could get him out as he pouted. You gave him mora for laughing as an apology. You let him stay at your house and gave them food to eat as Paimon stuffed her face with it.

You decided to travel with him as he was planning to go back to Liyue as you paid all the expenses even though he offered to pay instead. You guys had to separate though for a few weeks because of your business, but now you're back.

You gave him a glass of water with ice as he gulped it down. He thanked you for your kindness as he leaned on your shoulder. He actually caught feelings for you after a few months. You always do commissions for him when he feels tired or injured. You declined small requests from people since some people won't do it themselves.

His heart almost jumped out when you held his hand. He was about to say something until a lady showed up. She kept asking Aether to help her in her house because she needed some cleaning. She still won't budge even when you told her that Aether wasn't available at the moment. Aether was tired, and he was about to apologize and decline, but you snapped.

"Lady, it's literally just some cleaning. Your house is probably not even that big. Stop being so lousy and do it yourself. Or go hire some maid and not a person who's way out of your league."

His heart fluttered when you said that. He slightly grinned. He was startled when you stood up, walking up to the lady.

"And also, don't you try to even take him away from me. He. Belongs. To. Me."

His face was dusted in red blush. He was yours...? He didn't mind though. He was happy. Perhaps you would come with him to find his sister. He thought,

"Ah, Aether. Is the hot weather getting to you? You're face is red"

"N- no! I mean- yes!"

He stuttered as he got flustered. You chuckled and turned around to buy maybe some cold juice for Aether. He looked over to the woman, smirking at the woman. Crossing his arms as he mouthed out,

'He's mine'

The woman stormed off, as Aether smiled at you when he saw you coming towards him. He wrapped his arm with yours and headed to Wangshu Inn where Paimon is probably looking for him.

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howlsofbloodhounds · 8 days

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hello! i am brand new to everything about undertale au's, by so i mean maybe two months in. it's quickly become one of my favorite things, and while i mostly focus on the apple twins, i've grown to love killer a lot. i thought this might be a good place to ask, can you explain him to me? from backstory to what the the different stages are (this mostly). i know very little about him, and this is an issue, so feel more than free to go into crazy detail if you want, or even throw in personal thoughts. learning about him pleases me

Hello! I will try to answer, but i feel it is first important to state two things.

1. Killer has a lot of lost media, a lot of his canon information and materiel was deleted—including an entire ask blog. So if someone ever claims something about Killer is true, it’s probably best to ask for some sort of proof for this. Such as a link or a screenshot from his creator, rahafwabas.

2. Rahafwabas has also said that every interpretation of Killer can be canon. She was very loose and free with her character, and just wanted people to have fun. So don’t worry too much about sticking close to what little remains of canon.

What we have of Killer’s canon now is basically his Something New comics (origin), a few more scattered comics and drawings here and there, and some fun facts.

I have links to some of Killer’s canon stuff in the top of my pinned post if you want to give it a look, but if not, here is a link to a Google Doc someone made about canon Killer (I didn’t make it.) It’s also no guarantee that every single thing has been found and archived.

That being said! I will give a summary of the first origin, before the updated one that involved the Player and how we altered Sans’ codes to create kill_sans. Undertale: Something New has multiple endings as well, but I won’t get into that just yet. Because this is just about Killer, not how he met Nightmare or Color or any of that.

In Rahafwabas’ own words, Something New was described as something along the lines of how, after going through so many Resets—being constantly killed, fighting, watching everyone die, repeating multiple different days and outcomes over and over—Sans eventually shuts down emotionally and stops caring, loses hope, and becomes like the human.

The human notices, and starts proposing something new. A deal. Sans joins them on a Genocide, and they’ll stop Resetting and let the world move on—Sans wants to continue, or stop (die, erase the world), is what the human says he wants.

Sans spits in their face and refuses. The human brutally and violently murders him in response.

Rinse and repeat for a couple thousand unknown Resets—and something changes one day. Suddenly, Sans is thinking about something new. He’s thinking about how everyone deserves to die anyway—they’re all weak, he can’t save them, Papyrus is so fucking lucky.

Who cares anymore.

The thoughts happen so slow he doesn’t catch it—so focused on trying to tune the kid out, even as their words work their way into his mind and nothing feels real. Sometimes he catches his thoughts, confused and distressed—because it’s not true. He doesn’t hate Papyrus, he doesn’t want to join the kid or kill anyone.

And yet something in his minds insists he does, in his own voice, in his own thoughts. Perhaps it wasn’t uncommon to find Sans arguing to himself with increasing distress and confusion, even. Arguing as if he’s two different people.

His mind starts slipping, he can’t tell what is and isn’t real anymore. Is he going insane? Is he losing his mind? Has the kid done something to him?

Or is this just genuinely what he wants. He didn’t think he was like that. He’s not, surely.

“Am i going insane?” “Heh. Yeah.”

“This isn’t right..” “But we don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore..” “Yes I do.”

Whatever. Who cares anymore. Not him. Not him.

Eventually it all comes to a head when Sans, all big dead eyes and empty smiles, shakes the devil’s hand and gets to hunting. We don’t get to see all of the first Genocide route, but we see Sans kill Flowey, Grillby, and eventually..Papyrus.

I won’t spoil the entire scene because I personally find it devastating enough to read on your own. The moment where we see how manipulated Sans has become—manipulated into hating and despising his own brother, enough to gleefully reveal he has been dreaming about this moment. Where he gets to make Papyrus experience even half of the pain Sans went through.

It isn’t until a broken, bloody, battered Papyrus opens his arms wide and tearfully declares that he’d happily die if his presence was causing his brother so much pain, that Sans snaps back. He remembers who he is, and more importantly, he remembers who Papyrus is.

It was never an enemy. It was never his tormenter, mocking him with his happiness and safety. He was his little brother, and now he’s dead.

Because of him. And he can never undo that.

We get to see how truly fragmented and disoriented Sans has become after this—too busy arguing with himself to truly notice when Chara skillfully slides in, offering comfort and reassurance to their new partner, their new best friend, as they welcome him to the Genocide run.

From here the Genocide route continues—with some of the dialogue up above happening. We see Sans and Chara having fun with it now—tossing around a monster’s hat, laughing and cheering as they kill Undyne. Sans is confused as he laughs and smiles and giggles—he hates himself. Why is he doing this again.

he doesn’t know. He smiles as he gifts Chara a knife, and their happy surprise is perhaps enough to make him feel.

…They put on Papyrus’ scarf. He can’t help but stare. But they are right—he’s being ridiculous. He has killed his brother before.

…at least they take it off.

He confronts Alphys. But then she confronts him—…Sans, why are you doing this? Is the human making you?

Sans is confused. He’s doing all this of his own free will, right? Of course the human doesn’t have any control of this. Of course not. He’s doing this because he wants to feel something.

…Why is he even explaining himself. None of them will understand. Only Chara does.

Then there’s suddenly a feeling of someone standing behind him, watching him mournfully, when Alphys mentions him. No, he’s not real. He’s not real. He’s not real. He’s not—

Alphys is dead.

there’s no going back now, and Chara insists on just one more route. Just one more. And another and another and another and another and another and another—

He’s having so much fun! So much fun. So much fun. Chara watches on with a smile as Sans just hysterically laughs and cries and laughs and cries and laughs and—

…San is tired. He’s…exhausted. He feels drained, and empty. why is he even still here. how did he get here.

…The two continue on. There’s no more laughing or cheering or crying. It is what it is.

..Sans notices some type of black sludge sliding down his cheek one Reset (how many has it been now?…who cares). He dismisses it. Who cares.

There’s a growing, burning ache somewhere in his chest yet another Reset. The sludge slides down more frequently..

..The pain keeps growing with every single Reset. He can’t take a single step without this black sludge sliding from his eyes, his nose, his teeth. What’s happening to him? What’s happening what’s happening what’s happening—

..It hurts. It hurts so much, make it stop, please. He turns to Chara one Reset. What’s happening to me? What’s happening to me? Please, it hurts.

He can’t see Chara anymore. His vision is so blurry, they look so different. He stumbles and falls to the ground, frozen with pain and fear—unable to realize that he has fallen into a bed of golden flowers.

His SOUL hovers outside his chest, a black spot slowly, painfully growing and expanding in the middle as if a parasite is wiggling its way inside. Curling around, eating everything it can and burning away the rest. Forcing its victim into the desired state.

The only explanation Chara has for him is something along the lines of, “Your soul is becoming like mine. Neither beast nor man, and you will feel nothing. Wait here, and I’ll go deal with that stupid flower.”

Sans is left to ponder those words as he starts fading in and out from life. But then he hears laughter, someone calling his name.

Papyrus.

Sans’ last words—his last thoughts—are of Papyrus.

“Papyrus..I’m sorry. I will miss you all.”

His SOUL is filled with DETERMINATION as it snaps into the target shape. Sans dies with a pathetic mournful whimper, as Killer silently takes his place.

{ @lucid-cups }

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musashi · 1 month

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i JUST realized this might be related to one of my other friends in the mvk fandom suddenly hardblocking me so uh

hey y'all! if you frequent the mvk tag, there is a regular blogger there who i will not name, but who has some sort of pathological attachment/obsession with me. they and i were tumblr mutuals but we were not close. we DM'd twice and had scattered interactions here and there.

they are accusing me of:

being abusive toward them

being otherwise cruel to them

being ableist against disabled folks who are high-support???

sending suibait/having my friends send suibait

probably other things.

EDIT: someone's informed me they're accusing me of posting private stuff from their vent account? the only account i know of theirs is the one we were mutuals on

i can't stress enough that none of this is true. there is no proof of it and if you press this person they will have none. all that happened was some time about a year ago when we were mutuals, i feared they might be vagueblogging about me when i was having depressive episodes and i sent them this message about it:

i was being honest here, but they then turned around and said i was spot on--they were vagueblogging about how badly they wanted me to shut the fuck up, stop whining, etc (paraphrasing, but that was the vibe exactly) every time i needed social support. they have since deleted their message admitting to this. i am so sorry i cannot prove it.

since then multiple mutual friends of ours have unfollowed them because they squat on ym blog and, again, pathologically blog about me. they revel and make posts about "justice" and "karma" whenever i am upset on here. they scream and yell and cry whenever i am happy. they have admitted to wanting to convince their mutuals to abandon me:

again, i can't prove this is about me but i have a lot of testimonials from people who noticed this being in both our circles and can vouch for it. initially i was just going to roll my eyes and move on but i think they might be telling other people i'm some horrible fucking abuser who mistreated them when i wasn't even close enough to them to do so.

anyways, sorry to everyone who tracks the tag! i don't know how to prove that i didn't hurt this person. but... like... if they approach you, please do your best to use best judgement and consider the facts in front of you.

again, i will not be naming them. this is not a callout post. this is a preventative measure, because i am a traumatized wreck and i really cannot deal with things of this nature.

#manfred von karma #wordy wendy #literally someone in the mvk fandom who i never had a bad interaction with #just suddenly blocked me out of the blue #and i was heartbroken and reached out with no response #it happens to me p often but it seemed particularly random...#and then by chance i stumbled upon this blog #whose vent tag has hundreds upon HUNDREDS of posts about me despite not having spoken to me in almost a year #and i know they are friends #so i am like. 90% sure they accused me of some horrible shit in private #given how much they post about wanting to turn all our mutual friends against me #really ugly behaviour overall. their vent tag is full of some absolutely reprehensible things.#including talking about how much they hate minorities #and very thinly-veiled posting about how they want palestinians to die and suffer #because theyre tired of seeing donations #i do not know how a person like this slipped into my circle back then #they seemed normal when we first met and just kinda... i don't know. i'm not going to speculate on what changed.

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jess-moloney · 26 days

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I’ve said this before but I’m going to say it again . For context Jamie and I both follow the same account that talks about mental health recovery and sobriety recovery . In my case it’s for SA whilst Jamie’s is for sobriety . But I know what content he likes on that account and all I’m going to say is that it’s so fucking obvious that there are relationship issues. Even when Jamie doesn’t post it on his story I can see which posts he likes and yes you guessed it. Half of them are about him feeling unworthy of being loved healthily , of his “partner” not realising how deep rooted his fear of being unlovable is , of his deep rooted traumas , of him feeling the need to satisfy his partner through sex , and obviously struggled with sobriety from before he got sober through relatable memes to after . But Jamie regularly engages with this account (as do I) which means these issues are clearly ongoing . So to those Jess stans with this evidence in mind please shut the fuck up . You’re just causing second hand embarrassment and I will throw hands because unlike you pussies I’m not afraid to chat shit to your face instead of behind a screen . And for the last time all Josey is doing is exposing the fucking truth . Please get a life instead of Simping over a fucking troglodyte who literally had to buy her face and body . Thank you . Josey we love you . And if you want me to send the posts as proof best know I will

They love to ignore anything that doesn't fit their narrative. They can't explain why Jamie stopped being public with her when he was fine with it before (other than claiming it was my blog that made them go private when Jamie had already stopped taking her places before I even made my blog). It's pretty obvious that if a couple goes from being super public to very private then something is up with that.

It can't even be because of my blog and the reason I say that was Jess had been getting hate comments well before my blog was made. Comments that she left on her Instagram page, she didn't delete or block these people. Even then, there were very very few people leaving hate comments I maybe only ever saw a handful. I don't think this suddenly privacy is due to my blog. I think it's due to whatever happened at YSL (which, once again, was before I even started posting) and how it's all clearly been going downhill for them since that happened.

I don't know why anyone would irrationally stan someone's nobody wannabe girlfriend just because they think it's the right thing to do. I definitely don't understand how some people take it to the level they do. I guess it's easier to live in denial than face reality and that reality is that Jamie and Jess aren't this magical end game romantic goth couple these stans want them to be. I just feel bad for Jamie since when he finally does leave Jess creepy people like this are going to have a massive fit about it and he's going to have to clean up the mess, because we all know she doesn't care.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

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neechees · 11 months

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Hi neechees! I talked out to laura and this is what she said. She dont have any other social media other than facebook. Somethings not right. someone might stolen (sheeyancjoje) photos and stories. I have screenshots of our conversation if you need it.

I honestly still do not believe it, because several times when we proved that Laura was running OTHER scam accounts on here, she kept insisting that it wasn't her and that she had nothing to do with it despite the obvious proof she did. So Laura will literally blatantly lie to your face regardless if she knows that YOU know that she's lying.

As my friend and colleague Rose said, one of Rose's friends (that Laura had manipulated into helping her in the past) said that Laura directly messaged her on Facebook with Laura begging them to tell Rose to delete all the posts about her, and this was out of nowhere but very conveniently AFTER a twitter user found our posts warning about her and my post in particular about sheeyanc. So if Laura isn't on twitter and this person isn't Laura, then why would she suddenly start begging for us to remove the posts if it wasn't affecting her and she wasn't on twitter? It's because she doesn't want people on twitter to find our warning posts & figure out she's a scammer.

Another twitter user also noted that the twitter scam account ALSO spoke exactly like Laura as Sheeyanc on tumblr, and directly messaged twitter users they didn't know for large amounts of money, continually harassed users for MORE money, and then guilt tripped them and blocked them when people called them out, JUST LIKE LAURA!

So even if there was evidence to point that this was someone else stealing Laura's sheeyanc persona (which. I don't know why you would when there's posts talking about how they're a scammer, like if this was actually the case then you'd think they wouldnt adopt every single characteristic that points this to originally being Laura & instead just steal the photos & make a new persona), which isn't most likely the case anyway. There's more evidence that Laura moved to Twitter & is lying about it than there is evidence to suggest this ISN'T Laura.

But regardless, I'm not going to entertain the idea this isn't Laura just because lying Laura known for lying said "no that's not me, I don't have a twitter I prommy"

#justin's scam list #like if this is real i HIGHLY recommend you stop talking to Laura. she is a perpetual liar #and she WILL try find a way to make you pity her & give her money.#anonymous

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truly-hopeless · 11 months

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Hi! That's impressive list! Can I pick two? I couldn't decide only on one, lol. So... Love Notes and vampire!L the undying detective? ^^

Sure thing; you are the first person to send me a real ask (all other times it was a bot advertising an adult website) so I'm happy.

Love Notes is an AU where, instead of a Death Note, Light gets a notebook that allows him to make two (or more) people feel infatuation towards each other. And because Light is Light, who is a perfectionist and a closet hopeless romantic in this universe, he's not content to just put random people together for one date, uses the Love Note to send detailed instructions to one or more of the lovebirds in order to make sure the relationship lasts. This earns him the nickname Eros (after the Greek god of love) and there's a mix of people who are either happy he's around and hoping that he can help them in their love life or pissed that he's meddling instead of letting relationships succeed or fail on their own merits (with a few people just being bitter that Eros isn't helping them find a partner even though Light knows they're trash). And things only get more complicated when L announces that he plans to capture Eros and that he knows he's in Japan and Light notices that there is a marking on his wrist that Ryuk (who is an actual love god in this universe instead of a death god) tells him it is a soulmate marking that appears on human Love Note users and their intendeds when they "meet." I'm still in the prologue/first chapter (haven't updated this in a while since it's one of the ones in the Dropbox folder and I feel I can't be bothered to fully retrieve it), but I see parts of the plot playing out like the Eros/Psyche myth, specifically a falling out that happens between Light and L (after they've become close) when L finds proof Light is Eros while he's asleep, while not being a one-to-one retelling (there is no abduction/marriage plot from Light [keeping a partner in a lavish palace and visiting them at night with the lights out is more something L would be more likely to do than Light, let's be honest], there is no Aphrodite equivalent, and I don't see any of the Wammy House students [except maybe Beyond] trying to ruin L's chances at love like Psyche's sisters did to her).

The Undying Detective is a bit more complicated. I started it a little before the other Vampire!L AU because I knew that I wanted to write a fic where L was a vampire, but was still trying to figure out the how and the why and I ended up leaving it after sometime (haven't deleted it because there's always a chance I'll pick it up again, but I haven't added to it or changed it in about two years). I will share what I wrote and then also share what I wanted to happen but could not find the words to convey it:

"Please Ryuzaki," Light begged. "If you're right and the thirteen day rule is false, then Kira likely meant for you to figure it out to have you killed the moment you challenge it."

"How would Kira kill me, Light-kun? Kira does not have my name. Misa Amane has not been allowed back into headquarters since she left and the only ones allowed in here are members of the Task Force and you. Unless there's something you would like to tell me."

Light's heart broke. This again? After all this time? "The Shinigami Rem seems very protective of Misa and she has her own Death Note. The only reason I'm no longer handcuffed to you and Misa was allowed to leave was because that rule 'proved' our innocence. With Kira being active again and no other suspects, suspicion would fall back on us if the rule is proven false and you would likely execute us. Rem might kill you to try to prevent you from killing Misa. But of course," Light let out a bitter laugh, "you don't care about that as long you're able to 'prove' I'm Kira once and for all. Why do I even--?"

He suddenly slipped on a wet spot and fell to the concrete, his arm scraping painfully against the railing.

"You're bleeding."

"Oh, really? Thank you for pointing it out to me, I never would have known." Light hissed in pain as he touched his injury. There was a lot more blood than he was expecting and it almost made him sick.

"Sarcasm does not suit you." L held out his hand to Light and helped him up. "Come on, we've been out here long enough."

He helped Light dry off and he started treating the scraped area. His bony hands were surprisingly gentle as he disinfected the cut and wrapped a bandage around it.

"I just want to know the truth, Light." Light took note of the dropped honorific. "I no longer believe you're Kira, but I believe that you have been keeping secrets."

"Like what?"

"Such as how you know my real name."

Oh no. "What are you talking about? I don't--"

"Please don't lie to me. You said my name in your sleep the night before Higuchi was caught. You did not say 'L' or 'Ryuzaki.' You said 'Lawliet,' my last name. The only living people who know that name are me and Watari. How do you know it?"

Light sighed. He'd been dreading this moment, knowing that by telling L this he risked either getting committed or earning the detective's scorn and he didn't know which was worse. But if telling him the truth would prevent L from killing himself, it would be worth it.

After checking to make sure Rem was no where in earshot, he confessed, "For as long as I can remember, possibly the day I was born, I've been able to see a name and a number over people's heads. The names are the true names and the numbers are when they are going to die. I cannot see when I will die, but I can see when my family and friends will die and knowing that has made me feel so alone. I was unable to tell anyone about it because I knew I wouldn't be believed. The loneliness grew when Kira started killing, with people suddenly dying before their time and me becoming your prime suspect. There was a brief time where I thought that I found someone who understood what I was going through--"

"Misa Amane."

"Yes. She was like me, she could see the names and numbers as well and also lacked her own number. She approached me and told me she loved me and I believed her. But I soon learned that she loved Kira more and that she had only approached me in the first place because she thought I was him. And then you locked both of us up because you believed we were the first and second Kira and when I next saw her she was no longer like me and couldn't even remember why she started dating me, leaving me feeling alone once again.

"I at first resented you for this, for taking away my freedom and somehow making Misa and I no longer have anything in common, and the sixty days of solitary confinement and having my father pretend he was going to kill me certainly didn't help endear you to me. But the more time I spent with you as we looked Kira and the more I learned about you as you started to opening up to me, I became comfortable around you and I... I fell in love with you, L. But I couldn't bring myself to tell you the truth before now because I was afraid. Afraid that it would serve as a confession to you that I was Kira and afraid that you would hate me for being so unnatural. But none of that matters now. You can arrest me and execute me if that will satisfy you. Just please do not throw your life away."

L was silent for a long moment after he tied off the bandage. He just stared at Light with those large dark eyes.

Finally, he said, "I appreciate your honesty and concern, Light. But I still need to test the rule. It's the only way the Task Force will understand and the only way to get closer to catching Kira. If you're not Kira and Amane-san has become Kira again, then she has to know by now who the original Kira is. We can try to make a deal with the Shinigami in order to learn his identity, but I doubt she will trust me. Promise me that you will make sure the rule is tested when I die."

"Don't talk like that! Like it's already too late!"

"It is. We will be parting ways very soon, I can feel it. But you have nothing to fear. I know that you can finish this case in my absence and if the Task Force refuses to cooperate, you'll have help from some friends of mine, friends that Kira does not know about. Will you promise to catch Kira when I'm gone?"

"I will."

L smiled. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Light's. After a moment of hesitation, Light returned the kiss, his fingers tangling in the detective's hair as tears fell down his face.

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"Everyone, the Shinigami--!" L then clutched his chest as if in pain, the spoon he was using to stir his tea slipping from his other hand as he started falling.

Light ran forward and caught L and looked down at him.

No, please no! Not like this!

L squeezed Light's hand, a sad smile on his face as he saw the younger man's tears.

"Sorry...it had to...end...like this." It seemed to hurt for him to speak. His eyes began to close. "You're...not Kira. I wish I..."

His heart stopped beating and Light saw the name "L Lawliet" disappear along with the remaining years he should have lived.

From here, I had in mind that the other Task Force members start dropping dead too until only Light is left. Misa enters, as does Kira (Teru Mikami, because he's my usual go-to for an alternate Kira), and they give Light a choice: join them or die. Light is horrified, but is also pissed off and heartbroken that he lost his father, several of his friends, and the love of his life, and calls both of them out, daring them to kill him. One of them strikes him, causing Light to stumble and hit his head hard enough to draw blood. Several of the drops land on L and, without anyone noticing, seeps into his skin.

The last thing Light sees before he passes out, believing that he will die, is L standing up and preventing Mikami from writing his name down by breaking his wrist. When he wakes up again, L tells him that the Kiras are in custody and awaiting trial. While Light is glad that L is back, he's still grieving the deaths of the other Task Force members and is concerned that he can no longer see L's name at all and that neither of them know why that is, or why L is hungry/thirsty all the time no matter how much he eats.

The rest of the story would be them figuring out that L is a vampire and trying to navigate everything from there. I might come back to this someday, but I have too much going on at this time.

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