#but at the moment i am on the verge of tears lmao

[inkykeiji]

so, alright, i accidentally dropped a whole bar of fucking soap down the toilet as it was flushing, and now it’s clogged and i am ._. freaking out only slightly

[bye-shou]

shu yamino × fem!reader (sorry male readers)

warnings : r18❗, nsfw; mdni ❗, 🔞

summary : you are a maid of the yamino clan, and the only son out of the 3 children of the king and queen, yamino shu, called you into his office.

contains : top!shu, bottom!fem!reader, dub-con (in a way), lemon (more warnings under the cut)

fingerfucking, ropes + handcuffs (to tie you up lmao), degrading (light), other stuff idk

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you are currently making your way to your master, yamino shu's office because he called you in for a special 'task'.

and of course, as his maid, you agreed and have arrived infront of the door of his office.

you knock on the door decorated with a lightning bolt, as a mark to know that it is yamino shu's room, not anyone else's.

"come in." you heard your master's voice say, as you unlock the door and get inside the room.

"is there anything i am able to do for you, master?" you say beforing bowing as a way to show your respect.

he does not say anything, but gets up from his desk and locks the door to his office.

you are confused, but brush it off waiting for your master's order.

yamino returns to his desk, before saying "come here", a signal to get closer. and being his maid, of course you obeyed.

"what do you nee-" you never got to finish your sentence as you get slammed on his tidy desk, bent over.

you panic, wondering what was going on.

"huh..!? wait, master...?!" you say, eyes wide as you try to look at him.

when you look behind you, he was holding a pair of handcuffs, holding them near your wrists as you heard a click.

he had a rope, tying up your legs together so you wouldn't be able to escape.

"..!?" your heart starts racing, 'what is he thinking?' you wonder, but you decide not to complain. maids will always take their master's orders, after all. right?

"good maids sit still and take it. you're a good maid, right?" shu says with a smirk, looking right at you.

"y-yes..." you stutter, blushing red as a tomato. you hated yourself at that moment for your dirty mind.

however, you were knocked out of your thoughts when you felt that shu had lifted up your skirt up to your waist, followed by him sliding your panties to the side revealing your slicked up sex.

"wha- wait, what...?!" you panic, eyes blown wide. but you sat there, unable to do anything. you were his good maid, right?

"don't cum without my permission. or i'll punish you." he starts off, glaring at you.

"take it." shu starts by inserting his middle finger, thrusting it in and out of your pussy with ease as he rubs his thumb on your clit for extra stimulation.

"you're wet, full of slick, darling. i didn't know my dear maid was such a slut." he mocks, adding a second finger and starts thrusting even faster, his thumb rubbing harder.

you could only choke out moans, unable to say anything as you've never actually had sex before, this was all a new feeling for you.

and for some reason, you 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. you liked getting fucked by your master, the one you've been serving for several years.

you choked out even more whines and whimpers, you were close — holding onto the desk for dear life.

"already on the verge of tears and i haven't even put in my cock yet. i wonder how you'll react to it." he chuckles, before thrusting even faster, making you cum instantly from the sudden stimulation.

"oof, bad girl." he slaps your ass for misbehaving. it left a print on your ass.

"ah~!?" you moan out, already tired. yet, shu's fingers didn't stop. instead, they went faster as he adds another 2 fingers, making it 4 long, slender fingers inside your tiny throbbing hole.

you sob quietly, your tears staining some paperwork on his desk. you could only moan in helplessness, shaking and quivering underneath him.

"aw, so cute." he pulls out his fingers, which ends in you clutching your cute little hole on his fingers, begging them not to go.

however, he quickly replaces his fingers with his cock.

you gasp, and shu saw it as an opportunity to choke you with his fingers. so, he inserted his fingers inside your mouth, making you suck on them.

"mmf!" you moan out, but it sounds muffled because of shu's fingers choking you.

"what was that, dear? couldn't hear you." shu says mockingly, thrusting his cock even faster.

his size was much bigger than your hole, so it was almost impossible for him to bottom out inside you. almost. yet, he successfully inserted his full dick inside you.

"sho..! ah.. f-full~!" you manage to choke out, moaning in the middle of sentence.

"good girl." that praise was enough to make you release again. which you did.

you moaned uncontrollably, your cum squirting out onto shu's cock, covering it.

"ah, bad girl. i didn't let you cum first." he takes out a whip, and smacks your ass, punching out a moan from you.

you whimper in pain and pleasure, you didn't mind getting absolutely destroyed by your master.

"mmf~! sho~ shorry..!" you shouted, mind hazy.

you couldn't think of anything else but shu, your master and his cock ramming inside your tight cunt.

shu grunts, your sopping wet hole tightening on his dick.

"so tight for me~ what a good girl, taking it so well." he praises you again, ignoring the fact that tears are flowing out of your eyes like a waterfall as he thrusts even faster.

you push out a wanton moan from your throat, your voice getting higher & higher.

somehow, that made him even bigger inside you. you never got to accommodate his length, so it made you sob even more in helplessness.

"ah.. fuck." shu cursed under his breath, close as he thrusts harder to chase his orgasm.

you only moaned more often, you couldn't say anything anymore. all you could do is shout his name, and you couldn't even say it right.

your sentences stopped halfway and never made any sense, which makes shu even more excited as he thrusts faster and faster.

he rubs on your clit, making you closer & closer to releasing.

he didn't say anything — but he came inside you. you screamed his name, tired as you came on his cock. which, led to another slap on your ass making you gasp.

"hah... good girl." the nickname makes your heart flutter, your tears slowing down.

he pulls out his cock, revealing your pussy leaking with your own juices and his cum.

he uncuffs you and takes off the rope on your legs, giving you a temporary freedom. 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺, as he quickly puts you on your knees, in front of his cock.

your eyes widen, looking at him as he looks at you with eyes full of lust, getting impatient.

not wanting to anger him, you start by giving the head of his dick kitten licks.

then, you start moving your head to try and get to the base of his cock, but it was simply too big to fit.

the tip was leaking precum as it hit the back of your throat — as you hear grunts from shu.

you bob your head up and down his dick, both you and shu releasing groans and moans.

your jaws are sore and tired, after being wide open to swallow shu's cock which is a lot bigger than your mouth.

after a few minutes, shu pushes your head, making only his tip in your mouth as he cums in your mouth.

his warm, thick liquid comes out on your tongue as shu grunts and breathes heavily.

"swallow." his voice sounds commanding, as you obey and try to swallow every last drop without wasting any.

he takes a seat on his office chair while holding your waist and bringing you up, seating you onto his lap.

quickly understanding what he wanted, you put in his cock which barely fits inside your cunt.

"ah, so good for me." he praises you, again holding you by the waist and starts jumping you up and down on his dick.

you also try to help, jumping up and down on him while releasing moans and whimpers.

"mm... what a slut. taking my cock so well, aren't you~? it feels amazing, doesn't it, bitch? jumping up and down on me." he mocks.

he starts getting impatient, so he starts thrusting his hips into your sore pussy in a rhythmic movement, making you whine even more.

but since you were a good girl and submissive maid for him, you couldn't do anything except sit still and take it.

your mouth is open and your tongue is slack, a perfect opportunity to slip in his own tongue which he took.

he pulls you into a heated make out session without stopping his hips.

he loves the way your mouths slot together perfectly, and so do you.

shu chases his orgasm, slamming you up and down on his cock even faster and harder, which makes you cry in pleasure; tears dropping down your face.

in the end, you & shu came together; your liquids covering his cock and lower abdomen as he paints your walls white with his cum.

by now, you're close to passing out. you're breathing heavily, trying to steady it.

"ah, what a good girl. you did so well, darling~" he says, pressing light kisses on your body & hair, leaving marks on your neck marking you as his.

he carries you in a princess carry and goes to his office's private bathroom to clean you & him up ♡ (which led to another round)

the next day, you wake up in his bed, dressed in a white & purple robe made of a thin fabric.

you couldn't walk for a while, though.

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i finished the ending at 15:50 but added more stuff so it would be long lol

i cringed writing pussy oml

edit finished at 16:30 adding more stuff at the end

[quodekash]

yeah so im gonna make my silly little commentary posts for we are sometimes but not all the time

he stared at his friend's water and started smiling like a fucking idiot 💀

h2o just makes him giddy like that 🥰

also I genuinely fucking adore Pham and Fang's dynamic, they care about each other so much (I might cry)

I JSUT FUCKING LOVE HIM SO MUCH CAN YOU BLAME ME

im sorry, i cant get over the fact that q fuCKING SANG SOUND’S SONG FROM MSP IN THE THIRD FUCKING EPISODE OF THE SHOW

HES JUST SO SMOL I FUCKING ADORE HIM SO MUCH DUDE

here to pick up his twink

HES JUST SO SMOL THO LIKE CAN YOU BLAME ME???

I JUST WANNA RUFFLE HIS HAIR AND PINCH HIS CHEEKS HES SO FUCKING ADORABLE

i think i just really love satang cos during msp every time sound was on screen i lost my shit and now every time toey is on screen i lose my shit

btw i fully had to rewatch that entire scene, i was entirely focusing on satang’s little adorable fuckin face that i forgot to read and process the dialogue lmao

his expression is like “did you bring me here to do your chores, or are you gonna be honest and just say you want to makeout"

the real answer is just that he wants to spend time with him btu doesnt know how to do that normally 💀

(and also that he wants to make out with him)

WHY IS EVERYONE SO FUCKING SMOL TODAY

HES TINY

HES THIS BIG 🤏

OML IT HAPPENED FOR LESS THAN HALF A SECOND BUT I PAUSED IT AT THE EXACT PERFECT MOMENT

I genuinely adore accidental kiss tropes in bls, its just so unrealistic its fucking amazing

[insert image of phum's friends walking in here (I had to delete some of my screenshots because I can only do 30 and I dont want to do more than one post for this)]

AND THEN HIS FRIENDS WALK IN, CLASSIC

it's so awkward and I am LIVING for it

people in bls always walk in at the WORST possible moments and its AMAZING

THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS SO RIDICULOUSLY FUNNY TO ME

phuwin’s character trying to cook is so me

and also my sister, one time she was making spaghetti bolognese for us for dinner and she put way too much salt, and then to attempt to solve the problem, she put water into the pan to "evaporate the salt" 💀

the best part is I didnt even realise why that wouldnt work until my brother started laughing

anyway, back to the ep

WHAT DRUGS ARE IN THIS EPISODE TO MAKE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CHARACTER SO BABYGIRL

THEYRE ALL SO SMOL AND ADORABLE AND BBG WHAT IS GOING ON

HES SO TINY

Youre fucking KIDDING

IM SO SUDDENLY INVESTED IN THIS MAIN COUPLE

THAT WAS SUCH A SUDDEN SWITCH BRO

literally last week I was like "yeah okay I like it" and then suddenly im on the verge of tears when they make physical contact???

[insert image of pun eating]

PUN !

MY LITTLE GUY

I ADORE THEMMMMM

oh fuck yes I love this friendship already and it just started

AND CHAIN'S GETTING JEALOUSSSSS FUCK YEAH

they look like tired dads fr

is phuwin just fuckin short or is pond like 3 metres tall cos holy shit

LOOK AT HIM

SMOL BITCHES

EVERYONE'S FUCKING TINY TODAY

woah he really just went for it there

HOLY FUCK HE SAID YES

TAN IS LOSING IT HES SO HAPPY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

great frame

[insert that entire scene with the jump onto him and the holding hands and the FUCKING CHEEK KISS]

HES MY LITTLE FUCKING GUY

HES SO NEURODIVERGENT AND I ADORE HIM

KICKING AND SCREAMING MY FEET RN

he's jealoussssssss

I love pun so much, I truly would die for him

Welcome back to another episode of Toey Thinks Peem And Phum Are Dating (And He’s Right)

Im gonna be completely honest, if pond looked at me like that, id probably do whatever he tells me to without a second thought

thats all im saying

LOOK AT THAT LITTLE FACE

HES SINGING THE FUCKING ABAAB SONG

IM CRYING DUDE THIS IS AMAZING

ARE THEY JUST GONNA SING SONGS FROM OTHER BLS FOR THE QHOLE SERIES? IM FUCKIN DOWN FOR THAT DUDE

this song is so out of winny’s range tho 💀

so fucking SMOL

also chains hand just always naturally rests on pun’s shoulder

literally all the time

what im saying here is I think they should kiss

HE DIDNT JUST GRAB HIS WRIST HERE HE GRABBED HIS HAND ERIJKGBNREJB HOLY SHIT

Cool! 👍

im glad they finally got there

FUCK YES NEXT EPISODE WE'RE GETTING THE SCENE FROM THE PILOT THAT MADE ME LOSE MY SHIT

PUNCHAIN FOREHEAD KISS AND QTOEY CHEEK KISS BITCHES

okay now I just have one final question before I take my leave: what the FUCK was the song playing in the background of the qtoey scene near the end of the episode

it was just electric guitar and I KNOW recognise it but I cant figure out what fucking song it was (literally I finished the episode at like 1:30 but didnt go to sleep til 3 because I was trying to find the song)

so please, if ANYONE recognises it and knows what it is, tell me as soon as you can cos Im fucking dying

update: a moot is pretty sure the song played over other qtoey scenes earlier in the show (the same way msp did with noelm) so now im fuckin PSYCHED for the new song that’s gonna come out eventually

[mysticstarlightduck]

Incorrect Quotes Tag Game!

Thank you for tagging me @rickie-the-storyteller (here)! I really like tags like this and haven't done one in quite a while! So let's go! (I'll go with the cast of Supernova Initiative for this one)

Rules: use this incorrect quotes generator to come up with incorrect quotes for your OCs!

(It is scary how accurate these got OMG lmao)

Gabi: Hey, aren’t you Jack Tithus? The most famous thief in the galaxy? Jack (narrows his eyes suspiciously): You a cop? Gabi: No. Jack (smirks proudly): Then yes, I am.

Deimos: I’m a multitasker! Also Deimos: I can disappoint fifteen people at once.

Artemis, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me. Cassiopeia: Yeah, Artemis will straight-up cry in public. Don't try him. Artemis: Exactly, I will straight-up - (Realizes) Cassiopeia (smug as all heck): Artemis, already tearing up: Cassie, why would you say that?!

Pax: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

Deimos (ten years ago, babysitting Cassie for Jack): OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE! (Kid) Cassiopeia: *Climbing* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!

Meridian: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

Vesper: Hey, Aleks, where are you going? Aleks: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell. Aleks: But right now I’m going to get some fries.

Lyorna, looking at Jack: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

Cassiopeia: Hey, are you okay? Jack: Yeah. Cassiopeia: 'Yeah.' You don't look okay... Jack (jokingly, about to change the subject so fast): Well, then stop looking.

Pax: I just got the best idea I've ever had in my entire life! *Later* Ethean, to Pax, disappointed and a bit impressed: That was the worst idea you’ve ever had in your entire life.

Jack: So, company is coming, I want this place looking like Disney On Ice in one minute! (frantically organizing the chaos) Cassie, if you haven't made your bed already, throw it away - it's too late to make it now! Get rid of the couches, guys, we can't let people know we sit!! The chairs need to be pushed in, there can't be any sign of living in this house - (On the verge of a mental breakdown, continues rambling)

The entire crew: (done with life)

Deimos: Vesper, is that... my mug you’re drinking out of? Vesper: No, it’s mine. Deimos: It... looks just like the one I have... Vesper (holding the mug like a gremlin): You don’t have one like this anymore.

The Director: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'sadistic bastard’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

Deimos, playing a video game: This game is so frustrating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! Jack: OK... then I think it’s time to turn off the game for a little while. Deimos (with the manic energy of someone who chugged three bottles of energetics at once, utterly disheveled): BUT I'M HAVING FUN!

Aleks: You... you saved me. You're not a bad guy at all. YOU'RE A HERO, AN UGLY UGLY UGLY HERO! Noctus: Call me ugly again, and maybe I will eat you.

Jack: Just wondering, did you get any sleep? Artemis: Did I get any... leap? Jack (hella confused): A what now...?

Ethean: I'm trying to juggle family life and work life but I can't seem to find a balance. What do you suggest I do to keep everyone happy? Noctus (deadpan): Quit your job, kill your family. Seriously, I can't stand Pax any moment longer-

Vesper: Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense. Aleks: No, I’ve got plenty of common sense! Aleks: I just choose to ignore it.

Deimos: Did you miss me while I was gone? Cassiopeia (being a little shit with a grudge): Oh, you were gone? Wow. Didn't even notice.

Cassiopeia (at 2AM in the morning): I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Jack (who just wants to sleep): You’re too young to have enemies. Cassiopeia: You don’t even know.

Deimos: Hi- Vesper: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.

Aleks: Do I sound smart, or am I smart? Noctus: You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest.

Deimos: Fine! I don't give a shit! Jack: You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.

Noctus: Pick a card, any card. Jack (smirks): Fine. Noctus: Wait, that's my credit card! Jack, already running away, looking over his shoulder: You said any card.

Deimos: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

Pax: O darling brother, you love me, right? Ethean (suspicious): Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Noctus (panicked): This should be illegal! Pax (having the time of his life): It is!!!!!!

Cassiopeia: But that’s censorship. Noctus: Well done. You are correct. You’re being censored. Now go away.

Jack, to Cassiopeia: I'm leaving for the weekend, so I hid 100 units in your room for food. Clean your room, and you will find it.

Meridian, putting their hands over Vesper's eyes: Guess who! Vesper: It's either Meridian or the cold, clammy hands of death. Meridian, putting their hands away: It's me! Vesper: Dammit.

Jack: Deimos likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

Jack: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep? Cassiopeia: *also dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Yes? Jack: ...We’re in too deep.

Artemis, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Meridian: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Artemis: I have depression, robot-man, what do you think?

Aleks: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me. Vesper: Ok. Aleks: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?

Noctus (lying through his teeth, cause he actually does care): I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as… people I met.

Aleks, throwing a pokeball at Deimos: Deimos, I choose you! Deimos, not looking up from his book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon.

Meridian: Are you tall enough to play basketball though? Gabi: Are you calling me short? Meridian: No, I'm calling you vertically challenged.

Pax: You need to be more careful! Ethean who was dragged into Pax's issue (and lost his entire career because of it): Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

Deimos: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. Artemis: ... You mean glory days? Deimos: Ah, that too.

Artemis: SSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- Cassiopeia: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? Artemis: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

The Director: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Jack: And what did we learn, Vesper? Vesper, begrudgingly: Tackling someone isn’t the correct response to being asked a simple question.

Ethean: What happened?! Pax: Do you want the long version or the short version? Ethean: Sh-short?? Pax: Shit's fucked. Ethean, facepalming:: Okay, long. Pax: Shit's very fucked.

Jack, opening a bottle of Hot Chocolate: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

Cassiopeia: *aggressively throws a pencil at Deimos* Deimos, deadpan: Oh no. I’ve been stabbed. I’ve been impaled.

Kaelus (Lyorna's Dad): Don’t worry, I have a permit. The Junction: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Kaelus: Exactly. NOW GET OUT OF MY FUCKING PLANET -

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[hollywoodxwhore]

Ours | Chapter 16

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: It's Presley's turn to struggle, y'all. Angst, swearing, mentions of suicide, anxiety/trauma, marijuana usage

This is kind of a short chapter, sorry. The angst isn't quite over yet. Remember when you hate me that y'all asked for it lmao

Presley

Of all the weird ways I’ve fallen asleep, I’ve never done it like this.

Colson is still inside of me when we both drift off. I haven’t been sleeping and I know he hasn’t been either. Now that we both finally feel safe, our bodies are shutting down.

We nap on the floor for no more than twenty minutes before we stir and pull our exhausted bodies off the floor. We trudge up the stairs and after a quick stop in the bathroom to clean up, we both collapse into our bed, instantly gravitating towards one another. In seconds, we’re both asleep.

When I wake up again, it’s dark out and I’m disoriented. For a second, panic seizes my chest, but then I realize where I am. Colson is here in my arms, alive and breathing and okay. Megan is somewhere hopefully feeling like the miserable cunt she is while I lie here with my husband. She couldn’t win. I smile a little to myself. 

Colson stirs and I gently stroke his hair. “Hi baby,” I murmur after a few moments of letting him wake up. 

“Hi,” he croaks, sliding a hand down my waist. “What time is it?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care,” I admit, and I feel Colson smile against my shoulder. 

“Missed you,” he says, voice gruff with sleep. 

“Missed you, too,” I murmur, running my fingers through his hair. It’s greasy, but mine is, too. We both need some serious self-care. 

“Are you okay, baby?” Colson asks.

It’s such a loaded question that I almost want to laugh. Am I okay in general knowing my husband was on the verge of suicide? No. But am I okay right now, in this moment, in his arms, safe and alive in our bed? “Yes,” I say, because I am. We don’t need to figure everything out now. “You?”

“Yeah,” Colson sighs. “I’m okay.” He’s quiet for a moment. “You really went to her house, huh?”

I snicker softly. “I sure did. No one fucks with my man,” I tell him.

Colson chuckles. “I would’ve never let you do that–”

“Thus the reason I didn’t ask,” I say simply, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Fair,” he sighs. “Pres…”

“Hm?”

“I love you. So fucking much,” he murmurs, pulling me on top of him. “I’ll never leave you, baby. I’m sorry that I…that I was going to try.”

I blink against the threat of tears, but I don’t want to cry anymore. I’ve done enough of that. “I’ll never leave again,” I promise him. “I’m here to stay. If you still want me.”

“Presley,” Colson scoffs. “Of course I still want you. And if I’m a dick in the future–when I’m a dick in the future – I want you to leave and take time and space for yourself. What you did was not what caused me to make that decision. It was her. Okay?”

I’m quiet for a second. “Okay,” I say, hoping it’s convincing. Colson doesn’t push it and I’m grateful. Colson starts to pull away and I whimper, grabbing onto him. “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower. I smell like hospital,” he says. “Come with me?” His fingers find mine and squeeze and I instantly feel better. 

Colson leads the way into the bathroom and starts the shower. I pop two towels into the warmer and take a second to admire my husband as he leans over to feel the water. I scan over every tattoo, every ripple of muscle in his body. I don’t think I’ll be able to let him go anywhere for a while. I need him in my line of sight constantly. 

He looks at me over his shoulder and smiles tiredly. Standing up straight, he reaches for my hand and I take it, allowing him to help me into the shower. As we wash ourselves, I hope Colson takes my silence as exhaustion. In fact, we’re both silent until we’re done in the shower, and after drying off, we crawl back into bed. Colson wraps around me from behind and falls asleep almost instantly. 

I lie awake listening to his breathing, my eyes wide open. I think the shock is starting to wear off. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that if I hadn’t left, Colson wouldn’t have wanted to kill himself. And if Cash hadn’t shown up, he would’ve gone through with it. And no matter what anyone says, it would’ve been my fault. If I had been home, I could’ve prevented it. But no. I left my husband when he was at his lowest and ignored all his calls and messages. 

But now, I have to push it down. I can’t let Colson see how broken I am because he needs me right now. He needs me to help him heal. The very last thing he needs is for his wife to make this about herself. We’re supposed to be happy now. Everything worked out just fine. But I just don’t think it’s that easy for me.

Colson and I hole up in our house for a few days before our friends finally demand to see us. They never really got to talk to Colson after what happened and I know they all miss him. 

Colson and I are getting ready to go out to dinner. We haven’t been out since Megan made her allegations; Colson was too nervous to go out in public, which I understood. But now that the world seems to be on the right side, he feels ready. 

I, on the other hand, do not feel ready.

But I remind myself for the thousandth time that this is not about me. It’s about my husband.

So I put on a dress. I do my hair. I do my makeup. I put on heels. I paint on a smile so everyone thinks I’m fine. Eventually, I will be. I’ll get through this and eventually I’ll be so used to acting like I’m okay that I’ll actually convince myself.

Colson comes into the bathroom whistling and I jump a little. I glance at him and let out a silent breath when he doesn’t notice my jumpiness. I finish curling my hair while he goes to the bathroom, and when he’s done, he comes over and looks me over, head to toe. We haven’t had sex since the day he got home. I know he wants to, but I’ve come up with excuses. It’s not that I don’t want to fuck my husband. Of course I do. I just don’t trust my emotions not to spill over. 

“You look gorgeous,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “You ready?”

“Ready!” I say, smiling sweetly at him. He smiles too, then tips my face toward his so he can kiss me. The kiss makes my knees feel a little weak. He pulls back and takes my hand, and we head out to meet our friends.

We’re going to one of our favorite restaurants. Their food is incredible and I should be excited, but I don’t have much of an appetite. Hopefully I’ll be able to force myself to eat. Colson parks his car and pulls out a joint, which instantly makes me feel relieved. I’ll just smoke and then I’ll be hungry. Perfect. I smoke maybe a little too much, but it’s a good excuse for why I’ll be so quiet tonight. 

Colson holds my hand as we walk from his parking spot to the restaurant, and the paparazzi are out in full swing. “MGK! MGK! How does it feel for everyone to see the real Megan Fox?” one of them asks, snapping pictures of us. I keep my head down.

Colson lets go of my hand and I panic for a moment, but then his arm is around my waist protectively. “I’m just glad everyone knows the truth. Have a good night,” Colson says, nodding at the cameras, and ushers me inside quickly.

My heart is pounding once we’re inside and Colson rubs my back. “You okay, baby? Sorry about that.”

I nod, smoothing my dress. “I’m fine. It’s just been a while since that’s happened,” I say. 

“I know,” Colson says with a sympathetic nod. He keeps hand on my back as the hostess guides us to where some of the others are already waiting. 

I’m a total zombie during greetings. Everything feels like a blur as Colson hugs our friends. I accept their hugs, too, with a polite smile. Olivia’s brow furrows as she pulls back from our hug, keeping her hands on my waist. “You okay?”

“Smoked a little too much,” I lie with a little wince, and Liv grins. 

“Been there,” she says with a giggle, letting me go. 

The amount of food we order is astounding. When appetizers arrive, it seems like we’ve ordered one of everything. I take enough food to not seem weird and I eat in silence. Luckily, everyone is so eager to talk to Colson that they don’t notice. 

By the time main courses come out, I don’t even have an ounce of an appetite. Colson glances over halfway through the meal when he realizes I’m not eating and his brow furrows. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m fine. Ate way too many appetizers,” I say with a little chuckle.

Colson accepts this and grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek before turning back to his conversation with Rook. I sigh and look down at my plate. I can only handle so much more of this, but I know Col will want dessert and maybe even after dinner drinks. The thought of having to be here that long makes me nauseous. Suddenly, it feels like eyes are on me, and when I look up, I see that Cash has his eyes locked on me, his expression suspicious. He narrows his eyes and my heart races. I shake my head at him as if to say what? He gives me a look that says be fucking for real and I roll my eyes, looking away. 

Soon, my phone buzzes in my purse and I remove it, opening the text from Cash. What’s wrong?

I roll my eyes and type back a quick response. Nothing. 

Don’t lie to me. Cash’s response is almost instant. Another one soon follows. Did you forget your my twin?

Your grammar sucks, I reply, but Cash isn’t having it.

So does your acting. Talk to me or I’ll make a scene.

I know you will, I text back in irritation. I lift my eyes to meet his and he stares right back. I shake my head subtly and send back another text. I’m on my period and it’s making me moody. Happy? The lie comes easily and I look up at my brother expectantly, one brow lifted. 

Cash grimaces at me and texts me once more, Gross.

You asked, I remind him, then put my phone away. 

Cash drops the issue, thankfully. I manage to keep it together for the rest of the outing but I’m relieved when we finally say our goodbyes. We get in the car and Colson is energized and happy, but I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. 

Colson chuckles. “You really did smoke too much earlier, huh?” he asks.

I chuckle half-heartedly and nod. “Yeah. I’m exhausted.” I close my eyes and lean my head on the window. Colson’s hand rests on my knee and my eyes sting with tears but I keep them closed. I cover his hand with my own and breathe. 

Colson doesn’t push me when we get home, but he decides to stay up. He tucks me into bed and gives me a kiss. “Hey. Rook’s going to come over and play some video games. Is that cool?”

“Of course!” I say, relieved. Rook will be a good distraction. Colson won’t come check on me, which is good, because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold in my tears. 

Colson kisses me once more. “Text me if you need anything. I love you,” he says.

“Love you, too,” I tell him. He smiles at me and leaves the room.

And now that I’m finally alone, I fall apart.

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[sehrgefaelltmir]

Tell me about planes!! :)

BDKDJDJDJDJS OH MY GOD WITH PLEASURE BRO i am vibrating with excitement THIS IS GONNA BE SO LONG IM SORRY IN ADVANCE

OK SO!!!!!! for someone who is obsessed with planes i haven’t been on many exciting planes (mostly just 737s cause if you live in ireland you always just take the L and fly ryanair lmao). my favourite plane i’ve ever been on is the embraer 190 cause it’s SUCH a lil cutie patootie. and my favourite plane overall is the A340-600. i don’t have any tattoos but if i was gonna get one i would get a schematic style tattoo of the A340 cause it’s just so pretty. (idk if u can really describe a plane as pretty but it is to me djdkjddsj) they’re kinda being phased out of use now cause airlines are moving to 2-engine planes (as opposed to the A340 which has 4) but i really hope i’ll get to fly on one one day before they’re all retired!!

also a cool thing about being obsessed w planes is that i have infinite tolerance for them. like one time i had to go through like 4 airports in one day and i had a BLAST i never get it when people don’t like going to the airport?? it’s just like. head empty 🥰 planes 🥰

my favourite airport is nicolaus copernicus in wrocław cause i had a layover there on the way to visit my friend in warsaw (connecting flight was a LOT E190, best day ever tbh) and it was just kinda vibey? djdjskbds idk it was late at night and really empty and the vibes were immaculate

also i LOVE planespotting. if someone agreed to go planespotting w me i would literally propose to them on the spot. it sounds boring but i swear its not jfdjdjdjjd its so fun!! there’s this really good spot for it near where i live atm and one time i was there and i saw this couple taking pics together with an A320 taking off over them ☹️ like thats the most romantic thing ive ever seen??? ouch???

anyway im like,, in a constant state of planespotting. the second i hear a plane i whip out flightradar24 cause i NEED to know where that mf is going im nosey. and the best thing about flightradar is that it tells u the aircraft’s whole schedule, so this one time i was flying home from nürnberg and i could tell the flight was gonna be delayed like 4 hours before they told us cause our plane was still in spain and it hadnt moved lmao (ryanair moment)

oooh also lowkey no one likes flying w me bc like. a) im really annoying abt the planes as u all can see. and b) i WILL make u be at the airport like 5 hours early. one time i was flying w my friend out of copenhagen and it was like 3 hours before the flight n we were in the WRONG COUNTRY i was on the verge of tears all day 😭 never missed a flight n i never will. im an airport dad frfr 🫡

OK LAST THING one time i saw a concorde!! like,, it wasn’t flying obviously lmao (i was born the year they were retired) but it was on display and i got to get on it n see the cockpit and stuff which was like very cool actually

oh my god this was so long sorry jdsjjdjdhd but ty for letting me infodump at you <33333

[sanisse]

(Priv ask again - the curious one with the Elrond Daddy kink) oops forgot to specify in my last ask that I’m cis female :)

using this one so that you’ll get your notif when it’s posted.

🎉Winner winner chicken dinner you guessed correctly! 🥳  So either your sleuthing instincts are superb or I am Not Subtle lmao.

You’re My Medicine When You’re Close to Me | Elrond x Fem!Reader

Spice Level (1-5): 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (probably more like 3 chilies but it gets an extra one just for the daddy kink) 

Pairing: Elrond/fem!Reader.

Warnings/tags: daddy kink, praise kink, penetrative sex, fluff, so many cuddles. Hurt/comfort bent, but really it’s comfort no-hurt. 

⚠️CW: for a strong daddy kink. No taboo play and nothing super duper kinky or heavy-handed, but just in case DD/lg dynamics squick anybody out I want to make that super clear⚠️

mīrĭg - S. ‘little jewel’. 

READ AND EASILY BOOKMARK ON AO3 IF YOU WANT <3

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

It’s been a long, difficult day when you finally join Elrond up in the room that the two of you share. He’s already in bed, reading. He doesn’t sleep as much as you do but he likes to share the bed with you while you sleep just the same, keeping watch over your dreams. He always makes you feel so safe. 

You get ready for bed and then slip under the covers and curl up against his chest. He wraps an arm around you and drops a kiss to your forehead. 

“Hello,” he whispers.

“Hello,” you whisper back. 

He sets his book aside and tucks a strand of your hair back behind your ear. 

It’s been a while since the two of you have had any extended time together. You’ve both been so busy. There’s always so much to do around Rivendell. You’re torn-- torn because you need him. You’ve been thinking about him all day, but the day’s ground you down. You’re tired and emotionally exhausted and worn thin. Realistically, you ought to sleep, but if you go to sleep you’re just going to have to wake up and do it all over again. You just want to be here in this moment with him a little longer. 

You savor the feeling of his fingertips carding through your hair, massaging your scalp. It feels perfect here with him. He cradles you the way a ship is cradled by a dock, safely away from the storming sea. His heartbeat ticks steadily in your ear, lulling your own into a calmer pattern. 

“I missed you,” you say after a few minutes.

He rumbles an unhappy noise. “And I you. I wish we could have more time.” 

It’s not his fault. It’s a busy time of year. Still, now that you’re here curled up under the blankets-- the blankets which smell like him, like parchment and ink and cedar-- it hits you in the chest just how much you have missed him and how little time you have had together lately. Every little touch he gives you is precious. You drink it in, leaning into them, and find yourself half on the verge of tears.

He makes another unhappy noise and wipes them away. “I’ve been neglecting you.”

“No,” you try to say. 

He shushes you. Takes your chin in his hand and prods you to look at him, and asks: “Will you allow me to make it up to you?” 

Your stomach flutters. There’s something in the way he says it. The intensity in his gaze bores straight through your chest. Tentatively, you try: “I’m-- I’m tired--” you don’t want this to be one-sided. That would be unfair. 

“If you would rather sleep--” 

“--No, I-- I want you. I’ve wanted you all day,” you confess. “I only worry I won’t be good for you right now.” 

The smile that he gives you is soft and generous and so full of affection that it hurts. “Ai, arimelda. You are always good for me. Let me make it up to you.” 

He kisses your nose, then gently kisses your mouth. Your breath hitches. You take his face in your hand and return the kiss. When you pull back, you whisper: “Can I call you Ada?” 

It’s his turn to catch his breath. He nuzzles your nose with his. “Do you want Ada to take good care of you?” 

A mewl escapes you. Even just that simple question makes you wet. You nod and say: “Yes. Ada.” 

You want to turn your brain off. To stop thinking. To be held. You want everything to stop and narrow to the two of you, alone in this room. Nothing else matters. 

Lust pools in his eyes. His smile is still soft, though. He kisses you again and slips his hand between your legs. 

“I will,” he says as he starts to stroke you. “Don’t fret. You are so good for me, little one.” 

Heat pools between your legs. You lean your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes, focusing on him, on his heartbeat, on how safe he makes you feel, on his fingers drawing featherlight circles on your clit, making you wetter and wetter. 

“Please,” you say after a moment. 

“Tell me what you need, dear one,” he says in your ear, never slowing, making you feel so good. 

“I want you inside of me. Please--- ah--” your voice cuts out as he gathers up some of the moisture that’s starting to leak out of you and brings it up to your clit. “I want to feel you. I want to be close to you, Ada-- fuck me?” 

He hums something low and dark in your ear. “Who am I to deny you anything in the world, mīrĭg? Lie back for me.” 

You do without a second thought. He slides down your body, licks a long, flat stripe over your cunt with his tongue and then sucks your clit into his mouth. You twist your hands in the bedsheets with a gasp and he reaches up to take your hand in his to give it a devoted squeeze.

When you’re wet and relaxed enough to his satisfaction, he stops, climbs back up to cradle your head, and then sinks inside of you. 

It’s perfect. 

He’s so hard and hot and big. He always fills you up, consumes you entirely, and tonight he makes you feel each stroke, each inch. He saws in and out, slowly, slowly, slowly, while he showers your head with kisses like benedictions. Holds you in his arms. Tells you how good you’re being.

“Just for you, Ada,” you reply. “Always for you.”

He groans in your ear and shivers. You always count yourself the luckiest person in the world that you can have this effect on him.

You don’t have to lift a finger. Elrond focuses his entire being on making this good for you, studying your face, taking in each micro-expression, each little sound you make, each little twist of your hips. Time passes like syrup, sweet and languid and sticky-- you lose yourself in it. In him. In the way he covers you and fills you. You love him so much. 

The build is so slow that you don’t even notice your orgasm until it spreads through your body like wildfire, overtaking you, curling up from the base of your spine, unfurling through your bones, consuming --made all the more intense for how it ignites you the way sunlight will ignite a piece of paper when you funnel it through a magnifying glass. You cry out and tremble and clutch at him. Elrond wraps his arms around you and keeps his pace, drawing it out, circling his hips, kissing the side of your head.

“Just like that,” he says, “Perfect girl. Beautiful girl. So good-- you feel so good around me. Your Ada loves you so much--” 

You think you’re crying again. Melting. Pressing every inch of your body along every inch of his. He coils around you like a fortress, like a cozy house on a cold day, blocking out the wind, warming you from the inside out-- and god, he never stops praising you.

There are still tears on your cheeks when you come down. Elrond kisses them away, smooths his thumbs over your cheekbones with that same affectionate smile.

“I love you,” he says again, and there is something half-ferocious in it. 

“You’re still hard,” you murmur, sniffling. “You haven’t come--”

He shushes you, draws you up against his chest. He’s still slotted inside your sated body, throbbing with want, but he just kisses the top of your head again and holds you. 

“Just stay like this,” he replies. “I am content.” 

You fall asleep like that. Elrond inside of you, whispering his adoration in your ear. 

[arcplaysgames]

Oh Teddie. Buddy. I saw how you sucked face with Kanji, you can't fool me.

Rise, do you..... not..... have a gaydar? Rise, do you not know? What else don't you know, like, do you not know about Chie and Yukiko? Oh, girl. Are you our token straight? I think she might be.

Also, I don't thing i can find the caps, but Rise constantly negs Kanji in combat. She can't seem to have a chill interaction with him. It's funny but also a bit aggravating. Like, can you kids play nice?

What am I saying, of course not. These kids are incapable of it lmao.

This dumb fucker hurled himself in on purpose knowing we'd bail him out, I just know it. If smug was a motorcycle, he's a fucking Knievel.

Naoto's little corner of TV land is a secret laboratory out of some Man From UNCLE classic spy stuff.

It has, without a doubt, the worst exploration music in the game so far. Jesus christ.

ALSO TEDDIE IS... IN A CHEERLEADER UNIFORM. okay. sure. I got cool clothes for everyone. I like Kanji in the Tatsumi Textiles work clothes, and Reverie is dressed as an ouendan member! OSU! goddamn i love those games.

Cuties. Everyone is adorable.

ALSO CHIE CAN DROP BY MID-BATTLE TO SLAM HER SCOOTER INTO AN ENEMY AND KNOCK THEM OUT OF THE MATCH? Amazing.

oh my LORD.

Naoto's Shadow is kind of amazing. One, the VA performance is great, swinging between a very sad child constantly on the verge of tears to a VERY over the top theatric rendition of a mad scientist. The oversized floppy sleeves are a fabulous touch on the physical design. This one is something special compared to all the others.

pops gum loudly

This bit is very good.

Admittedly, it's very interesting to reach Naoto and his shadow after hearing about the whole thing secondhand for, at this point, over a decade. I'm not going to bring anything new to the topic and, frankly, I'm waiting to see how Naoto's social link plays out to get a full read on what's going on here.

Because, obviously, surface level read of the whole this is more than moderately disappointing. The gender essentialism and the repeated idea that you cannot change your gender is more than a little eye-roll-inducing. And it chafes pretty badly against Kanji's entire SLink, which I finished after this dungeon and will recap later but does revolve around eschewing the simplicity of labels.

I'm kind of struggling to pin down why I'm not that mad at this handling. Part of it is obviously that I've set my expectations low for Persona as a whole so that I can have a lot of pleasant surprises when it exceeds those expectations.

But also, the entire Naoto thing is a very sticky situation. Because I think that the Western audience for these games doesn't understand the gravity and density of the sexism in Japanese society. And I'm not an expert in this! But lets say that I do know a thing or two from a friend who does understand it. And it suuuuuucks. Naoto is entirely right to be torn up about this duality.

The people he works with would 100% absolutely no question discard his opinions if they saw him as a girl. Yep. I fully believe that and the weight of that anxiety on Naoto is crushing, clearly moving him to tears. But on the other hand, presenting as a man to avoid that pitfall, the other anxiety of "mimicking those same men" and having to justify their bullfuckery is also incredibly heavy.

Naoto has no clean solution. And if we posit that his reason for being a guy is rooted in that fear, that's... a bad reason to go fulltime Guy Mode. When you opt into your gender, it should be out of love for the thing, in my opinion. There should be something like relief in "yes, I am this gender!"

I don't see that here. But, on the flipside, as soon as this fight is over...

I could reach through the screen and slap you, Rise. This stung me like hearing someone getting misgendered. It fucking SUCKS. Not just everyone swapping to "she" but the feminine diminutives, that's genuinely hard to hear and I personally hate it.

Anyway, back up.

I love this moment from our other team member who thinks a LOT about gender. Kanji being like "listen, just let this shit play out so Naoto has the healing process we all got too, we'll handle the battle part." LIKE!!!!! Fuckin'.... queer solidarity means saying yes, you will beat the shit out of the superpowered facade of a friend's gender demons. THAT'S what it means, baby!

ah shit out of images again brb

[whumpypepsigal]

guys, found a new show that’s so whumpy from start to finish.

it’s called “the terminal list” on amazon prime. chris pratt and (my husband*wink*) taylor kitsch star in it. pratt plays a traumatized navy SEAL. he gets hurt, angry and betrayed. he suffers from severe ptsd, has been given a untested drug of sorts (?) that caused him to have a terminal illness, suffers from major headaches, passing out, hallucinations, super angsty, grief-stricken, shot at, bleeding out, fugitive on the run, plenty of tears, on the verge of losing his mind, in pain throughout the eight episodes. need i say more?

the plot is weak and predictable but… hear me and rejoice my friends when i say the emotional whump and the physical whump is PLENTY and just *chef’s kiss*.

ngl, i actually thought taylor kitsch was the main character in this because i love him so much (i like pratt but taylor is on another level lol) and the moment i decided to check this show out was when i saw this photo

long hair, bearded, tan, tattooed and looking badass. yeah, i’m writing to you from the bottom of the sea where my bones now rest because i am DECEASED. cause of death: tattooed taylor kitsch. sadly his character has no whump SIGH

so what was i saying… oh yeah the show is good if you ignore the plot lmao and just watch it for the superb action sequences, angsty depressed chris pratt + the delicious whump. give it a watch my friends and enjoy! i’m gonna post some gifs of my fav parts.

[thecherrygod]

Do you ever wake up from a dream and you know you're gonna have a day™

i feel like ive had a similar dream to this one a few times ago but also i feel like i have deja vus in dreams sometimes so im unsure. either deja vus or a moment of lucid dreaming that doesnt last enough, but i also tend to have recurring dreams so who knows, also if i think i know why something is happening in the dream i will put my opinion lmao anyways.

so. i was waiting for a bus, apparently the 125 (which is a mix of the two buses i usually took from my house, before we moved, to go to a few places) with the first friend i made in elementary school, who happens to be in three dreams ive had this month, also there were my first crush and some other guy. in theory we were going each to our houses, but instead i got on an appartment

in theory from what i think is another dream, i could just go to this woman for therapy whenever i felt it necessary, like just walk in and thats it. also if i couldnt pay her in money i could pay her in yogurt for some reason. so im just there, going as if i own the place, walking stairs in a white beige sterile looking building, and then entering the office, with a voice in the back of my head going 'you should have knocked' but i was already halfway through the door (ive been going through it kinda and thinking i should get therapy so i believe thatswhy i dream of going to therapy dhsdghdsgd)

at that moment im not me anymore, im some blonde woman with long hair, theres noise in there, the therapist talking to someone, and sounds like a baby. apparently she had a child not that long ago and it was there but in another room in the office thing. and so the blonde kind of. sits on the floor. lays there, talking to the therapist and apparently she therapist was gonna 'check their fortune' or future or something, in my brain what made sense is that the blonde was pregnant and the therapist was gonna tell her about her future child. also there was a tv in the room and it had a movie or something that was starring the blonde. apparently the movie was called something similar to 'degberaux' or something. im sure it ended in beraux but it started with a b and had a g in there too but... its unclear.

after that im me again and im in some sort of classroom thats empty except for someone who we used to be friends and it ended up badly and while its bc both of us i do feel very guilty about it. i sorta try to both ignore and aknoweledge her, first i sit on the complete opposite side of her, we have a hesitant small talk, in which i sit closer to her but from an angle i cant really see her face, and we talk a bit more but nothing else. more people start filling the room, a girl that went to school with me that i promised i was gonna invite her to my house to play videogames but i never did good on that promise (more guilt it seems lmao) and i talk more with her. i notice shes drawing some sort of comic with neat line art and i ask her about it, if its her own story and stuff. she says yes, shows me the pages which are mostly trees and plants and a single panel with a guy, and while im looking she says that shes been doing them like this bc her computer broke down and couldnt work on it digitally and was worried she forgot completely how that worked (something that literally happened to me last year so i know where that comes from)

then i am just. back at the therapists office, this time im me again, but now completely distraught, very stressed and at the verge of tears partially just bc paying therapy in yogurt is making me feel that even if that was the therapists idea. theres a kitchen table in the office, it has like.. holes in it but under the wholes its like theres sand under the table so you can still let things on the table with no risk of them actually falling to the floor. so i am attempting to pay my therapy session. with yogurt. its a 6 pack of creamy vanilla yogurt specifically from a brand from here which is common but relatively good quality, and i look at it from the outside, the. bowl or whatever now kinda transparent. and i begin panicking more, its barely there inside, and it looks brownish, kinda rotten, as if it was consuming itself, and i begin opening them and my therapist doesnt complain about that shes just kinda confused but like 'ah its fine ill eat them all together' and im like 'no. you wont. look at them. its. bad' so she looks over my shoulder and goes '... oh. the yogurt died' (i think this is because ive been spiralling the last few days bc of mayo for a few reasons tbh)

so yeah. the yogurt died. i was paying therapy in yogurt and the yogurt. died. so i just broke down. i started properly crying. at first she didnt know if she should aproach me but i guess she felt bad and did give me a hug which also sorta helped me calm down but i was also calming down bc irl i dont cry more than like 5 tears except i reach a specific point of breakdown also about the hug. i believe it to be unproffesional afaik but in the dream it was sort of comforting and also i think that whenever i get hugged in dreams i just do cry a lot which. man i think thats its own situation lmao) after that my phone was a bit stuck on one of the holes in the table and shes laughing a bit like 'im not so sure how youre gonna take it off there haha.. good luck' and i just put my hand in there and take it out almost like a puzzle piece with just a bit of force but nothing too difficult.

after that im now in a dining table surrounded by guys that have been classmates at different points in my life. just sorta talking. at this point is where i know that i have therapy whenever i want it/need it bc one of the guys that went to highschool with me (and got himself into an alcohol indused coma during out graduation party) had killed multiple people and im not sure if dream me had actually seen it happening with my own eyes or not but i got the image of blood splatters there as a memory so maybe)

after that we are leaving. its night, everything is dark, also the atmosphere is tense and a bit.. scary? maybe just bc its night. i am leaving with a girl. idk who, its almost like she could have been any of the three friends that i had seen before, or maybe all of them in one, im not really sure. and i think 'fuck i didnt say goodbye to my therapist properly' and i get a bit anxious but also full of guilt so i ask the girl to wait for me, ill go do that real quick.

i find my therapist, shes just there in a room that feels like a greenhouse mixed with an attic, kinda dark but since its made of glass you can see bc of outside lights. i get close like 'ma'am i am so sorry i didnt properly say goodbye to you and i also wanted to thank you' but she seems distant, cold, and maybe a bit angry. i still go back in for a hug and i am in fact tearing up again. she pats me in the back like when someone just gives you the quickest hug so it doesnt last a lot but you still know its sorta okay even tho maybe not fully okay. after that she breaks the hug and says 'if you are acting like this it means i am doing a good job' and she just. leaves. i try to follow her bc well im unwell i dont think i should be alone and it felt like she was abandoning me

so i get close to her, she looks at me how youd look at an animal, a pet, thats just following you everywhere, but also a bit.. disappointed at my behavior? and then when im about to fully reach her i woke up

[inkykeiji]

omg i’m still thinking about vampire niichannnn ughh

him keeping reader captive on his lap while he sucks blood from different parts of his body. and he keeps getting more and more drunk off of her meanwhile her body becomes so limp she can barely maintain a position without him holding her still and once he notices how languid her body is, he then decides to fuck her……ahhh i feel like i’m in high school watching vampire diaries again ;) (god the acting in that was horrendous lmao)

i am hOLLERING FROM THE ROOFTOPS ANONNNN this is such a fucking concept!!! 

tw: stepcest, blood, vampire big bro, noncon words: 830

when he feels you go lax, soft and droopy in his lap as your bones turn pliable beneath his lips, he knows he should stop. 

when he feels your pulse turn faint in your veins, barely a fluttering against his tongue, he really knows he should stop. 

so he does, reluctantly pulls his crimson slicked mouth from your flesh, sealing his newest wound with a thick salve of saliva, tinged a watery pink. you slump forward the moment his teeth aren’t holding you in place, and his head quirks curiously.

looks like he’s got himself a little dolly. 

something devious smears across his face, something sinister unfurling dark and sticky in his stomach. 

oh, let’s play, dolly. 

he knows he should probably bandage your wounds before he does anything else—you’re still bleeding profusely, ribbons of scarlet cascading down supple skin, oozing slow but steady from the deep little indents scattered across your form. 

but he just can’t help it, rearranging your slack body on your pale pink sheets—thighs spread, arms above your head, crossed loosely at the wrists—and swiping two fingers through a stream of thick blood, collecting it on the pads before smearing it along his cock, a crude form of lube. 

time’s pretty tight, all things considered—you could technically die on him in any minute with how much blood-loss you’ve sustained, but that’s a risk his lust-dazed brain is willing to take—and he doesn’t have a moment to prep you properly. 

not that he would, either way. 

another messy slather of scarlet along his shaft and then he’s ramming his cock into you in one sharp, quick, hard thrust, the vicious motion jostling your limp body up the mattress. 

it isn’t as fun when you’re not crying and squirming beneath him, nails sinking into his shoulders and tearing (a futile effort, but it’s cute that you try), limbs writhing in opposition as you try to shove at his shoulders or kick at his hips (so precious that you think you’d ever be strong enough to achieve such a feat). 

it isn’t as fun when your sobs of protest don’t turn into squeals of pleasure, when your struggling doesn’t turn into clinging, suddenly desperate as your legs knot around his waist and your pelvis rolls up to meet his own, begging him with sugary sweet gasps of nii-chan, nii-chan, nii-chan!—but he’ll take what he can get. 

because even in the absence of all of his favourite things, he still cums quite quick, the scent of your blood and the feeling of it on his skin—silk and slime—an intoxicating mixture, strokes of carmine smeared across toned muscle and pale linen.

it’s almost artful in a way, how he paints your body in your combined fluids, red and white, pearl and crimson, swirling together to create an iridescent pink. 

your favourite colour, isn’t it? he thinks it might be on the verge of becoming his favourite colour, too. 

a wheeze scrapes at your throat, a thick pool of saliva gurgling on the back of your tongue and he’s drawn back to the present moment, your wounds still gently weeping. 

christ, he nearly whines to himself, fingers twitching, itching to touch. you look so goddamn pretty covered in your own blood, engraved with molds of your big brother’s mouth—replicas of all thirty-two teeth stamped thoughtfully into shoulders and wrists and thighs, stained a deep, grotesque purple—and glazed with your big brother’s cream, splattered in masterful streaks across soft skin. 

pretty and perfect and all for him, made by him, just for him.

when you finally wake, half-delirious and head stuffed with fog, you wake to your big brother studiously tending to your wounds, deft fingers conscientious as they work—yet there is a certain carelessness to it, too; an ease, an expertise, the type that develops with extensive experience.

he’s done this before. 

patches of white litter your skin, taped tightly over the sketches of his mouth. a hiss slips from between clenched teeth as you push yourself onto your elbows, blood blooming through cotton. 

“be careful,” your older brother chides, not looking up from his task, nostrils twitching slightly. “you’ll tear open your wounds again; they were just beginning to clot.” 

whining a little, your brow crumples in sleep-tinged confusion, lifting your heavy limbs experimentally, coating of dried cum cracking with the motion. some bites are deeper than others, some so painful it hurts to move the muscle they’ve been carved into at all, soft fingers prodding delicately around the puffy gauze, procuring a sharp gasp from your mouth, face puckering with pain.

“it’s good you’re awake,” he says, nonchalant as he presses another bandage over a wound on your ankle—fresh, still exuding dribbles of crimson. glancing up through a curtain of hair, his stare finds yours, crystal and bright. “i thought you might never wake up.” 

the words are chuckled, dyed with lighthearted amusement, but the gleam in his eyes holds a shard of truth to it.

[hissterical-nyaan]

Didn't wake up today thinking that I'll nearly break my hand while boards are a week away and will have to drag a 115kg scooty out of the sand where I got it stuck but here we are

[dear-mllelily]

how do i tell my family that i do not want a surprise anything for my bday...ik it’s all good intentions and lots of love but pls for my own sanity do not surprise me with anything

[nonbinarydindjarin]

i want to post about the new episode but i can't make my brain work when i try to think about it

[big-brainrot-hours]

Speaking of Imposter au: what would Xiao do once he got ordered to attack the ‘imposter’?

I’m just really curious because some of my favorite imposter au had FL Childe be their only helping hand THEN the Fatui and Tsaritsa. I wanna know what would happen if the first ally darling is our not so friendly anymore neighborhood emo adeptus.

BESTIE I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS BECAUSE I HAVE THOUGHT OF IT SO MUCH Also, I got carried away again and wrote way more than I should have, but basically, he wouldn’t attack you. He would recognize you immediately for who you are. He’d be mad that there’s an imposter of course, but Xiao remembers you. The moment he sees you he can feel that you’re not an imposter. BUT I GET MORE SPECIFIC IN MY HEADCANONS SO YOU SHOULD STILL TOTALLY READ THEM LMAO

Also I’ll probably write an actual fic at some point to stay tuned ;)

ALSO sorry if there's typos, it's 4 am as I type this but I REALLY wanted to get this one out lol

Warnings: SAGAU, obsessive/cult behaviors, mentions of abuse, imposter au, mentions of torture, fatui!reader, fatui!Xiao

Headcanons under the cut

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So basically, Xiao knows that his god is in Teyvat the moment they arrive. He knows it’s them when he’s brought to his knees by the warmth of his god suddenly increasing tenfold. From there, he sets out to find you. He ignores all other duties and focuses solely on that.

In the imposter au specifically, it’s more difficult for him to find you because the winds won’t tell him where you are. When you first arrived, Teyvat kept quiet about you because it wanted you to look around on your own for a bit, but now it keeps quiet about you to protect you from those who would use its tells to harm you. Unfortunately, this means it takes Xiao longer to get to you, and by the time he does, the damage has been done.

Xiao manages to catch onto your trail, but he’s just not fast enough. He’s always one step behind, and he’s getting more and more frantic because every time he thinks he’s found you, all he finds are empty campsites. And what really sends him into a frenzy are the droplets of liquid gold that he finds. Droplets that eventually turn into alarmingly large stains and puddles as the days go on.

Now, he’s frantic and he’s practically on the verge of losing his mind. What kind of monster would have harmed his god like this? The thought of the kindest being in Teyvat being harmed fills him with enough rage to slaughter any demon that may have gotten to you.

And so, when Morax calls for him and tells him about an imposter, he’s furious. Was this disgusting imposter the one who hurt his god? Xiao is a merciful being despite everything, but the only thoughts that fill his mind at the moment are thoughts of skinning them alive and tearing them apart limb by limb for not only hurting his god, but claiming to be them as well. He knows that his god wouldn’t approve of that though, so he quickly shakes the thought away and decides that he’ll give them a quick death when he finds them.

So now, following rumors of the imposter being sighted along with the trails of golden blood, he finds you a lot faster. And when he does, the breath all but leaves his body as he stares in shock.

You’re curled up on the ground. He’s caught you in an empty field, and there’s nowhere to run, not when you’re in his element. So you beg him for mercy, and all he can do is stand there and watch.

Watch as the blood from your wounds pours onto the ground and stains the grass gold. Watch as you cower before him, terrified and yet still radiating the warmth that he had always known.

He knows.

He knew the moment that he laid eyes on you that you’re his god. And how foolish was he for not realizing sooner? The imposter who just so happens to show up the moment his god arrives?

He falls to his knees and reaches out to you. But you flinch. And that’s when he feels it. The only thing he feels is a cold rage that washes over him. He’s furious. Not at you, of course, but at the ungrateful idiots that have done this to you. And he’s suddenly glad that he didn’t make a contract with Morax at that moment. Even if he did have a contract, he wouldn’t attack you. You’re more important than that, of course. He’s just glad he didn’t make a contract with someone so stupid that they didn’t recognize their own god. Especially when that someone claims to be the most devoted.

Anyway, when you flinch, he pulls back immediately and starts talking to you, trying to convince you that he’s not here to hurt you. He sets his weapon on the ground, and once he sees you looking at it, he throws it as far away as he can. He promises you that he won’t hurt you. If you still don’t believe him, he takes it a step further. He’ll take off every piece of armor and anything on his body that could be considered a weapon and lay it down in front of you before bowing, his forehead to the ground as he swears that he’ll protect you. He’s willing to take it a step further as well, if you still don’t believe it. He’ll tear himself apart if it means you trust him.

Luckily, since Xiao was your favorite character (my favorite character >:) ) you trust him quickly enough that it doesn’t get to that point.

OKAY, SO HERE’S THE FUN PART.

I’m so glad you mentioned the whole darling joining the fatui thing because I have been thinking about that so much recently lmao.

So basically, once Xiao gets darling to trust him, he lets them heal up and takes care of them, and he’s the one who gets food and stuff for them. One day, while he’s out, Childe finds them and they call for Xiao, who drops everything to come fight him off. However, Childe turns into Foul Legacy, who then recognizes darling as usual, and immediately starts apologizing. And you know how it goes, they forgive him and we get big ol cat Foul Legacy yeah yeah.

Now here’s the kicker! This time, when he asks them to join the Fatui and come with him to Snezhnaya, they say no at first, as usual. But when he finally manages to convince them (after he sends his findings to the Tsaritsa, who has already spread the word within the nation that the "imposter" is actually the real god) they agree to go, BUT only if they can bring Xiao with them. And ofc no one’s happy with this arrangement except darling and Xiao, but basically, now we get not only darling joining the fatui, but Xiao with them!!

This could also be what snaps everyone into realizing that darling isn’t an imposter. It would definitely help the archons and adepti. Xiao isn’t known by mortals, but he is known by other deities, and by the archons. He’s Liyue’s protector, the only one still active in his protection, unlike the other adepti who have holed themselves away in their abodes. And all of them know that he was the last one to carry the god’s light. How could they not when envy filled their hearts just at the sight of his markings? Glowing marks given to him by the creator themselves? And all of them, and I mean ALL of them, know that despite what others may claim, Xiao is the true most devoted acolyte. They know that if anyone were to recognize the creator, it would be him. And they remember the rage seeping from him when he was initially told there was an imposter. They remember the mountains that he tore apart trying to get to them. So for him to be siding with darling? They all realize, a bit too late, what it means.

As I said before, Xiao is not loyal to Morax, or Liyue, or Teyvat itself, he’s only loyal to you, and he’ll go wherever you want him to and do anything you want. Even if that thing is joining the fatui with you

Anyway, basically imagine you joining the fatui and Xiao following to be your perpetually angry brooding bodyguard. Also imagine getting, like, a special insignia, since we know they all get those, and asking for Xiao to get a matching one :)

All the characters are also wildly jealous of him since it’s obvious how much he’s favored.

Scaramouche won’t admit it, but he’s glad that there’s someone else his height here. Unfortunately, that doesn’t last long since Childe can’t really rag on Xiao without making darling upset, so Scaramouche is still the butt of all the short jokes.

[unnerving-presence]

Hi I'm the anon that has send the request about the reader killing the killers, and I loved it!

Can I ask for a part two? Where the entity takes notice of how powerful the reader is and makes them her vessel of sorts, giving them powers and whenever Killers are misbehaving, she sends the reader to..... "teach" them a "lesson"

Same Killers please if you could 🥰

Wow I am so messed up

Of course :) I resisted the urge to elaborate on the readers power but the entity basically merged with them so they have the power of the entity in a way and they’re not as sympathetic so it’s easier for them to put the killers in their place

I love this concept so much I literally have to hold back from writing too much. if you couldn’t tell i love torturing the killers lmao

warning: graphic depictions of violence and gore. this is basically just torture stuff so if you are not comfortable with it please do not read!

Part 1

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Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni:

As brutal as you were, Kazan never expected the Entity to make you it’s servant. He hasn’t talked to you much ever since you’ve been restricted from going into trials, so the only way he would really know about you serving the Entity is if another killer told him, or if you had to punish him yourself.

For the first time in his life, he’s actually been afraid of someone. Nobody has been able to (alone) take him down. Now seeing as someone like you can? He’s not terrified, if anything he sees you as a little badass, but he does not want to get on your bad side.

He’s never seen you punish a killer, but he has seen the aftermath. The Hillbilly, better known as Max Thompson Jr., decided that he wouldn’t listen to The Entity, decided that he’d kill the survivors the way he wanted. All of them died too quickly for The Entity to feed on their fear, and she was not pleased. Needless to say that the poor man’s cries of pain could be heard for miles, and Kazan would never forget the way Max was desperately trying to keep his organs in place as he struggled to get back to his realm. You wouldn’t even give him the sweet release of death after you were done with him..

This is nothing like when the mob attacked, not even close. This was a new type of pain, pain that makes you wish you were dead. Kazan was never one to give up so easily, but in your grasp he feels so helpless. He doesn’t even have the energy to be angry anymore. He feels so vulnerable with his mask off, with his armor tossed to the side. His jaw is now broken, and his ribs feel like they’re going to snap at any second. You’ve barely started, and you’re already making him regret his actions in his last trial.

“I’m not going to kill you, but I am going to make it hurt.”

Michael Myers/The Shape:

At first, he doesn’t really seem to care that much. If he’s not the one in pain, it’s not really his problem. He still holds a bit of a grudge against you, meaning he stalks you, so he’s known since the start that you’re serving The Entity.

He’s surprised that you’ve gotten this far just from killing him, though he is a bit jealous. You don’t really scare him that much considering your small stature. If anything it’s kind of cute to him. Just a little thing like you running around and giving killers a little bonk on the head for not doing good in trials is a thought that almost makes him smirk. Of course those thoughts were before he’s seen you punish a killer. Now that he’s really seeing it in action, he understands why The Entity made you it’s servant. Though he is far from scared of you, he is a bit impressed at how the other killers feel a bit more uneasy when they see you pass by, some even fleeing to their own realms.

Michael can do almost anything he wants in The Entity’s realm without being punished. Hell, he even kills the survivors too fast for the Entity’s liking and comes back from a trial unscathed. Now with you by The Entity’s side, Michael isn’t as free as he used to be. Michael doesn’t know that however, and doesn’t really seem to care. Atleast he didn’t seem to care until he was the one in all those other killer’s shoes.

It’s been what seemed like hours and Michael looks like he’s on the verge of tears. With his own knife, you’ve managed to do quite a bit to him. His mask is removed, face terribly bruised with a nose bleed that seems like it could go on forever. He’s lost a couple fingers, and the remaining digits no longer have nails. His arms and chest are littered with large and small stab wounds alike, ones that you dig your fingers into when it seems like he hasn’t quite gotten the message that he isn’t in charge here. Michael’s vision occasionally blacks out, only to be woken up by a bash on the head with the handle of the knife. You’re not sure how much he can take, but you are sure that Michael will never forgive you for this.

Summoning a sharp tendril, you swiftly pierce it through Michael’s leg, waking him and receiving a loud grunt as he stares up at you with a tired but furious gaze.

“Wakey wakey Michael, I’m not quite done with you yet.”

Danny Johnson/Ghostface:

This man is so jealous. He was a killer way before you did anything special! Technically he does serve The Entity, but not in the way you do. Danny probably thinks you’re not all that since he’s probably still mad as shit that you embarrassed him like that.

He hears some of the killers talk about you like you’re a nightmare come true. Of course Danny calls it all bullshit and says you’re probably not as ruthless as they say you are. Honestly he just isn’t ready to accept that fact that you have more power over him than he does, and he’s not very fond of the fact that he can’t be an asshole to you anymore.

Danny has never heard nor seen you give one of the killers a lesson, but he has been given shockingly precise details on just what you can do to them. He’s never heard of a survivor having this much power over the killers. Well I guess he couldn’t call you a survivor anymore now, could he? Nonetheless he seems to forget that there are consequences for his actions, especially after a trial he didn’t do so well in.

Danny hasn’t known fear until this day. He displeased The Entity, and now he pays the price. He can no longer see, but he can feel. He can feel the way you pry his mouth open and slowly cut his tongue open. He can feel just how strong your bond is with The Entity, how much you’ve changed. His throat burns from how much he’s been yelling in agony. He coughs up blood as it travels into his lungs, making it more difficult to breathe by the second. It was already worse having you kill him in a trial when you were a survivor, now this torture?

“I love that look of despair on your face.”

Frank Morrison/The Legion:

As if you couldn’t get any scarier to him, now you’re serving The Entity. He hasn’t talked to you ever since you last saw each other so he really has no idea of what you’re doing with The Entity until somebody goes up and straight up tells him.

From what he’s recently heard, you’re now going around teaching killers not to displease The Entity? Sounds odd that all of this is happening in such a short amount of time but it doesn’t make it any less scary for him. He hates being scared, but knowing that if he tries doing things his way will get him punished makes him kind of worried as he tends to go a bit overboard in some of his trials.

His friends are lucky enough to not experience the horror of being tortured into submission, but they have been told what it feels like. He tries his best to comfort Susie and tells her that as long as she does things the way The Entity wants, she will be okay. Needless to say The Legion is very scared of you. Please go easy on them they’re only teenagers (except for Frank of course)

It was bound to happen someday. Frank got too angry at those pesky survivors and wasn’t thinking straight. Not even in a trial, he managed to kill 2 of them. He would learn soon enough that killing isn’t allowed outside of trials. The rest of The Legion are huddled up in a corner. Susie is sobbing into Joey’s chest as he slowly rubs her back, trying his best not to look at what’s going on in front of him. Julie can’t seem to look away, pure shock seeming to be the thing holding her still. Frank feels like all of his bones are on the verge of shattering. How is he even alive at this point? His organs aren’t in place, scattered across the hard wood floor, leaving a sour smell behind. The only thing keeping him up at this point is the hook that is impaled straight through his shoulder. He wants so badly to just die, but The Entity is the only thing keeping him alive at this moment. No matter how much blood you spill, it’s not over until The Entity says it’s over.

“Oh Frank, you know this is far from over..”