#him not knowing what a psychopath is 😭

[imblocking-you]

I'm gonna read Payback manhwa, it seems nice

[diseaseriddencube]

"you can't ship Alastor with anyone because he's a narcissist and a psychopath and clearly he could never be in any sort of relationship, even platonically, because he feels no empathy and is incapable of feeling affection for anyone"

like that is... that's a take-

[reinemichele]

I think I need to go to bed, I understand Less now . And, I've spent Years begging for more Thanatos/Lost references, & Revo showed up with a bat (literally)

[gutsby]

dark!Joel explaining to you how reader-proofed the bunker, because you're his now and he's never ever letting you go.

BESTIE THEY’RE GONNA LOCK US UP FOR THIS 😭😭

Just like Joel LOL okay here we gooooooo…

Confines

Dark!Joel x Dark!Reader

TW: NONCON, Stockholm Syndrome (not the 1D song). Unprotected p-in-v. Bondage. Blindfolding. Dacryphilia. Daddy kink. Choking. Somno. Slapping. Possessiveness.

Good morning kisses from Joel Miller rarely landed anywhere but your cervix. The head of his cock had a funny way of mimicking lips with a tap tap tap at the back of your cunt, like a lover leaving a trail of gentle pecks across your cheeks to rouse you out of your sleep. However, this was no kiss at all, and Joel was no lover. Most times, the man barely seemed to tolerate you at all.

Which was why you’d grown accustomed to the nudge of his cock between your soft, wet, and sensitive walls first thing in the morning, every morning, no matter how often you’d told him you didn’t want to do it like that.

This time, when you blinked to find the outline of his face in the morning’s first light, you were met with a blindfold. When you lifted your hands to steady yourself against the bed, the floor, his chest, just anything to keep you tethered, you felt a pinch at both wrists. They were pinned to the headboard above you, hanging limply as Joel’s thrusts sent the metal frame clanging to the wall.

A warm, stubbled mouth found the side of your face. Just as you flinched, it let out a breathy chuckle,

“Mornin’ dar—”

“Take it off.”

You surprised yourself with how fast the words came. Most times it would have taken a minute or more to regain your bearings after being woken up by Joel’s cock.

The bandana around your eyes just freaked you out. The rope fastenings, too, sent a shockwave of fear straight through to your heart. Your ankles—free, fortunately—kicked around at Joel’s feet in protest as his hips shook and snapped against yours, splitting you open to him.

The lips that rested above your cheek pressed a kiss to it. A real one, this time.

You almost wished it’d been a slap instead. You turned your face away and started to say, ‘Joel’ in vehement disgust, when the mouth left another kiss. Then another.

“Got a surprise for ya, baby—”

And another.

“—just hold still, alright?”

What meager amount of food you’d been able to keep down in the time you’d spent with this psychopath seemed to sour in your stomach at his words. There he was kissing you, holding you, fucking you into the bed against your will, all while speaking so cloyingly sweet.

“Just get it over with,” you seethed, fighting back the upsurge of bile as you spoke through your teeth.

Much to your dismay, the man kept peppering kisses along your jaw as he took you like that kind lover might. Then he made his way up to your lips and claimed them, too, and in between bites of, ‘Fuck off’ from you and ‘Feel so good’ from him, he managed to kiss you. Deep.

His lower half continued to stutter against your own in gentle, shallow thrusts, and with every brush of his cock inside you, your body became a traitor to your mind.

“Fuck y— ah,” you finished in a whimper when the head of him grazed a particularly sensitive ridge. Joel grinned.

“Alright?”

Is it alright I’m fucking you now? Is this okay?

“No,” you snapped at the silent query, shaking your head.

And, at a time when a less patient Joel might’ve slapped you across the face for rejecting his advances, this Joel just pulled you closer. Loosened the restraints around your wrists until your hands dropped to either side of you and finally hoisted you up to sit in his lap, straddling him.

That sweet spot inside you was practically punctured by his cock at this new angle; you let out a soft whine into Joel’s shoulder, and he started stroking your hair.

“I know, I know,” he murmured softly.

But he didn’t. He didn’t.

You clenched your jaw to suppress another sound.

“What…surprise?” you finally choked instead of moaned.

At that, Joel seized your hips firmly in his hands and started working your body in circles against him. Every time you tried to jump up in protest—and pleasure—he’d slam you back down on his cock and keep at it, adamant.

Still soft as he spoke to you: “Guess.”

You were slightly ashamed you had to bite his shoulder to keep from moaning again. But damn, he felt nice.

“You’re letting me go.”

“Correct.”

“Huh?”

You would’ve bit him again had he not pulled you into his chest and sank his member even deeper between your walls. You felt instantly suffocated and filled to the brim, but you couldn’t deny the spark of joy that came to flicker at the pit of your stomach. He was letting you go?

“I mean it, baby. Won’t keep ya tied up no more.” Joel was panting into your hair as his hips started working a feverish pace against you. It was all you could do to hold tight and keep your moans contained; he was drawing your pleasure out with every graceless, desperate stab.

“R-Really?”

As if to answer, wordlessly, Joel tugged at your blindfold.

At first it barely loosened far enough to uncover your eyes, then it inched down your cheeks, painstakingly slow, then it dropped to your collarbone. You were still blinking through tiny, modulating pinpricks of light and an obscure haze when you felt him squeeze the fabric.

The red bandana hung loose around your neck now, but Joel kept a grip on the material as your vision adjusted.

When you blinked twice more, you understood why.

“Where are we?!”

But a very pussydrunk Joel Miller was busy using your body like a bona fide fleshlight. Working you up and down his cock in short, vicious strokes, grunting into your neck, sinking his fingers into your flesh just deep enough to wring a couple pained whimpers out from your lips. You were still straddling his hips, staring over his shoulder as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

“What…is this…place?” Your voice curtailed to a breath.

“Home,” Joel answered.

Home. You had to believe he was kidding.

Surely no person in their right mind could confine you to a windowless, subterranean bunker and call that home.

Then you remembered this man was fucking insane.

Your gaze surveyed the full length of the room by turns. In total, it couldn’t have been wider than four or five of the beds you were sitting on, placed side-by-side, and the walls were slate grey. Concrete boxed you in from all angles. A single, bare bulb hung from a chain overhead, and in its glow, you saw a whole hell of a lot of nothing.

Nothing but dust bunnies and dismal, hellish desolation. Nothing but a stripped-down bed and Joel, still fucking you on it. Nothing by way of a door, even, save for what appeared to be some small wooden panel in the ceiling.

In short, it was solitary confinement as soon as Joel left. Prison for you, and pure, unadulterated control for him.

You pressed your palms to either one of his shoulders and tried to lift yourself off him, but the gesture was fruitless. Joel already had an ironclad grip on your shoulder and was anchoring you to his frame as he fucked you. All you could do was sit there and be bounced up and down on his shaft and stare, unflinchingly, at the space there before you.

“You said…said you were letting me go.”

Against your will, tears were welling up.

Joel just stroked your shoulder, then the rest of your back. Then he hummed as if acknowledging something.

“I am,” he insisted, “You’re free, darlin’.”

Before you could object, he continued,

“Free to use this place however you please.”

“W-W-What the fuck is it, even?! Huh?”

You hated how high-pitched your voice had gotten as the realization began to settle over you. This was home. This was freedom. This was life for you, now, in a makeshift bunker beneath your captor’s home. A nightmare.

Joel seemed to resent the tone of your voice, too. Securing a tighter grip, he slammed his cock straight down to the hilt, and for a second, you saw his mask slip.

“This ain’t good enough?” he growled.

The head of his cock carved an angry, erratic shape in your cunt as he thrusted into you at an even wilder pace. You bounced and groaned and hated yourself for whining into each stroke with a welt of pleasure.

“I wanna go home,” you whimpered, at war with yourself.

You’d never felt so aroused and terrified at once, and you could no longer swallow the sounds that were clawing their way up your throat. When Joel yanked you backward to get a closer look at your face, you felt weak.

“You don’t like this?” He made a point to punctuate ‘like’ with a particularly merciless thrust—one that grazed your g-spot and nearly sent stars flying before your eyes.

“Home,” you just keened again, feeling pathetic.

Suddenly, you were flipped to your front on hands and knees. Joel was taking you from behind in no time at all, cock stretching you out in a series of violent pumps.

“This is home,” he spat, “This is your home. Forever.”

Next, the friction from his cock felt like it could’ve started a fire with how fast he was fucking you. Ruthless, reckless, pitiless, and above all else, punishing you for not accepting his gift with open arms. Just when you feared he might yank on your hair, Joel reached for the bandana around your throat instead and hoisted you up to him like the fabric was a leash. You coughed at once.

“Joel!”

“What? This hurt?”

‘Yes’ was barely able to make it past your windpipe with how tight he was twisting the bandana around your neck. He pulled your back flush to his chest and made a point to ignore your breathless, half-spluttered cries as he tongued a wet stripe up the side of your face.

You didn’t realize it then, but he was licking your tears.

“Keep cryin’. Only makes me harder,” he said in your ear.

If you weren’t presently fighting for the ability to breathe, his statement might’ve sent a chill through your body. But as it was, your lungs were waging the battle of a lifetime, and your cunt wasn’t that much better off.

The pleasure continued to build.

You didn’t want it to. Didn’t want him to be the cause.

But it did, and he was. When you clenched around Joel, you heard what sounded like a laugh, then felt three thick fingers slide down to stretch your folds apart.

“‘S’my good little fuckhole,” he sneered. Then, working circles and feeling you buckle under his touch, “Can’t breathe, but she needs to cum on daddy’s cock, huh?”

Something pulsed inside you, and you sensed that it was Joel’s cock twitching within your walls—gloating with that filthy little tidbit between his teeth as he fucked you and drew more strangled moans than he could count. Against every cry in your brain and what remained of your better judgment, you lowered your hand to grip Joel’s forearm. Instead of trying to pry him off, you pushed him in and, for the first time, nodded your head.

“Yes, daddy,” you hissed. Half-breathing.

Joel’s grip tightened on the bandana, and his digits rubbed in even quicker circuits. His cock continued to plunge in and out of you, squelching loud in your ears.

Just when the first shameful crest of your climax began to rise, you were thrust back onto the bed, face-first.

Joel followed you in one fluid, forceful motion and was at the side of your head in an instant, panting in your ear. Still pounding you from behind, but now in prone bone—taking on all the quality and vigor of a wild beast as he fucked you into the mattress and draped his whole body overtop yours. You were splayed out and defenseless, but, importantly, not fighting against him for once. That zeppelin-esque swell of pleasure had blossomed to the size of half your body, it seemed, and right now, all that was left to your mind was finding release on Joel’s cock.

And home.

Home, home, home—almost hell on earth—but home.

Joel grinned, and his eyes searched yours from beside you. You stared right back and met with a bottomless pit.

Then his hips dug into yours once more, driving deeper than he’d been all night, and those two sets of empty, lifeless eyes peering into one another pinched inward with pleasure. You both reached your peak, and your bodies moved in sync, and then spasmed some, writhed a bit, and Joel fisted the hair at the back of your head in some senseless, desperate plea and just kissed you.

You didn’t fight back.

This was home.

For now.

For anyone (no one) who was curious to see my creative process in bringing this dumbass story to life:

[oukabarsburgblr]

I've been wondering- what would happen in the karasuno bullying the first year when they all grow up? Like (m/n) should take my advice and get together with Sousuke instead!! Maybe I'm just a biased Sousuke simp but no way anyone can touch us if we have mafia on our side!! Sousuke being a softie is just a plus point :D I would like be Sousuke's husband frfr ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

If you had continued into the bullying the first years storyline, you would definitely end up as a house husband, maybe finishing foundation in university but that would be the most of it before daichi had stolen you away, locking you up in his apartment, near the police academy and your parents didnt question a thing, knowing daichi who was your supposed boyfriend taking care of you. Oikawa did but he was too busy in Argentina to know more.

Hinata, kageyama, yamaguchi would lose contact with you, that's about it, they just assumed you'd went about your life. Tsukishima had approached you during your third year, asking what the hell happened in first year since he saw what Asahi did to you but you stayed silent, wanting to lose those horrible memories and move on with your life.

The second years, would be similar, losing contact, except Tanaka did try to get in contact with you but was stopped by Daichi, who said you're having a horrible phase in your life currently and Tanaka understandably backed off, asking him to send his regards.

Kiyoko simply didn't want to get involved. She was lucky enough the trio didnt targeted her and she knew she couldnt do much unfortunately. Yachi would have the same case for the other third years.

Sugawara and Asahi couldn't focus on you, since they went on with their own careers but the second they found out you were handcuffed in Daichis bed, Sugawara was laughing giddily, pulling at your cheeks teasingly and he was so excited to see his kouhai. Asahi was surprised you didnt even resist much, giving into your predicament and chatted with Daichi while Sugawara was making you squirm.

Daichi wouldn't let them sleep with you, Sugawara almost took a beating but he and Asahi backed off, both knowing that Daichi was the most passionate for you...but you dreaded the moment they visited Daichi's apartment.

Daichi tried treating everything like it was normal to have your partner handcuffed in bed, and you unwillingly accepted your new life. A husband he forcibly signed your marriage certificate and living with him wasn't so painful.

He still fed you, clothes you and gave you the necessary condiments to living, a phone took a year or two but the only requirement was that you couldn't step out of the apartment. And you lived by it which earned the key to your cuffs, no longer having restrained to the bedroom.

Daichi presumed the position of your lover since then, kissing you and holding you lovingly, his demeanour changed, showing more affection and a smile on his face. Sex was still scary because he would be extremely overpowering and the dynamics were tilted so far, you'd often cry during sex since you'd drop into the submissive mindset so quick.

But all's well...than expected. In a way, maybe you were content with your new life. Not having to worry, about bills or a job, only sitting in your pretty house you got to decorate, waiting for your husband to come home.

Oh man i feel bad for the other anon😭 theres barely any fluff in this universe im so sorry

And i do agree! You should just run away with Sousuke instead ↔️ but if Sousuke existed in this universe, both you and him would be the same age as Daichi and frankly Sousuke would never let you associate with anyone that had a psychopathic behaviour.

Why and how?....thats a story for another time🤗

[aliidarling]

I'm inlove with your writingg!😭

Danny with a fem!reader that cries very easily? Sfw and Nsfw please!

crybaby

DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable

summary; danny is very rough during naughty time… but he always makes sure to patch you up afterwards!

warnings; mean danny, rough sex, lil bit of feelings, confusing danny, aftercare, lil bit of blood, steve slander as always

i’m so sorry this took like a month i’ve been dying this past summer

danny doesn’t like hurting you. he doesn’t like to see blood splattered across your porcelain skin or see your face scrunched up in pain. it hurts him more then anything, even if he’s the supposed psychopath in this relationship.

but that doesn’t stop him from having his playtime with you. even if he claims he hates to see you crying, he eats those words each time he fucks you. fucking you was one of his favorite hobbies other then chasing down survivors and making their lives a hell.

pinning you down underneath him while shoving your face into a pillow was routine at this point, pulling down your pants and delivering a few quick swats to your heat. your sharp whimpers and squirms were always amusing to him, how you thought you could make him baby you with your puppy eyes and little cries..

well, you were right half the time. his heart melts each time you let out one of your infamous mewls, squirming as he pushes his cock impossibly deeper, rubbing his fat tip against your inner walls. the groan that leaves his throat is guttural, barely audible with how loud your moans were. you were definitely a crybaby, he notes. but he’s used to it at this point, he’s even starting to find it more arousing then anything.

“shhh,” he shushes meanly as he pushes forward again, his hands gripping the bed sheets by your side, his chest pressing against your back firmly. your skin is warm against his. so soft and delicate, he thinks, he can’t afford to hurt you more then he already has.

with a soft hum he bucks another harsh thrust into your pussy, your body jolting in response. you press your face down into the pillow more, eyes rolling back with tears welling at the sensation overwhelming your shaking body.

“what’s wrong?” he chuckles darkly as you shake beneath him, delicate like a flower, tainted and withering from his corruption. he swore you weren’t as much of a crybaby before you met him. did he ruin you? crack you open? you’re different now.

“d-danny, s’too— aah! ga— d—danny!” you stammer over your words like an idiot, words tumbling off your tongue in every way other then smoothly. you could taste your salty tears in your mouth now, reminding you how pathetic you were as he kept holding you down. like a toy. was that all you were to him? a stress reliever? he was so mean to you at times you questioned if he thought of you as anything more valuable then a cheap toy.

“stop crying, jeez.” he huffs lowly. he groans into your ear and batters your insides for a few more minutes before he eventually releases his seed inside you, painting your insides white, a not so gentle reminder on who you belong to. he keeps your hole nice and stuffed, you keep him nice and happy, it’s a fair deal.

“alright, alright.” a small grumble leaves him as he pulls his cock out from you with a small his, his seed leaking from your hole. he glances down and cringes subtly at the sight of your puffy lips and a tiny bit of blood mixing in with the white essence. did he really go that hard on you? he knew you were delicate but didn’t know *this* delicate.

“augh, doll, m’sorry.” he mutters quietly, his scarred hands gently turning you over onto your back. he uses these hands to stab and kill, yet he’s trying so hard to be gentle with you. he doesn’t know why, you’re nothing more then a body for him.

his movements are hesitant and careful as he cleans you up, small praises and sweet nothings slipping out of his mouth as easily as the curses and threats he tells his victims. hes so used to screaming and threatening others it feels unnatural to comfort you. unnatural but not unwelcome.

“see, there we go.” he coos. warm palms press against your cheeks and give them a small pat. you feel a tiny kiss to your forehead as you doze off, little sniffles still escaping you. “sweet dreams, my lil’ crybaby.” his tone is almost sickeningly sweet.

he’d never admit how much he actually cares for you.

[yyuangss-main]

❝EUROPEAN NONSENSE — SPIDERVERSE HCS

summary ; hobie with a hispanic girlfriend who loves to cook and makes her food spicy or very seasoned when he doesn’t use seasoning as much.

pairing ; hobie brown x hispanic fem!reader (no specific race stated)

note ; i sometimes forget hobie is british but writing this concept was so much fun to do lmao 😭 thank you anon for this request <3 i just hope our boy really doesn’t just season his stuff with salt only because of that.

• — hobie brown !

had a cough attack. this was deadass him the first time he tried your cooking.

now, the only reason you made food for him was because you caught what he was eating the day before. it was the most driest, whitest, piece of chicken you’d ever seen. it was so bad, you could hear pavitr crying his heart out all the way from a different dimension about “european nonsense”.

you remember just staring at the chicken on the plate. no seasoning, only salt. the worst part is, he had just drained it from the pot and you could see the steam coming off it. sits down with his knife and fork. you were just staring in disbelief and you asked him while pointing at his so called dinner, “hobie what is this?”

he looks at you and said, “what? have you never seen chicken before?” you don’t know what that thing was but it definitely was not chicken.

tells you that it’s good and you should try it. GOOD? you nearly lost your mind right then and there when he stabbed it with his fork and just bit into it. you’re convinced he’s a psychopath because even you wouldn’t stoop this low.

no way we’re you gonna have your boyfriend eat this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner 🙅🏻‍♂️ not when you know you can cook up the best meal he’d ever have in his entire life. you let him eat that dry chicken though because he needed to suffer for saying it was good.

you had told him to come over for dinner and he’s like “finally i’m gonna get to try your cooking” since you always told him how much you love cooking. actually, hobie starts coughing the minute you open the door for him to come in. hobie had taken a deep breath and was gonna say how nice it smelled before el chile hit him unexpectedly.

never smelled this amount of spice before. you had to open the windows to air the apartment out. you’re use to the smell so it’s not like it bothers you. he’s waiting out in the living room, still coughing and now you know he’s probably doing it on purpose.

you wait until the smell has calm down before you tell him the food is ready. pretends he died from hunger because you took too long. you’re surprised he didn’t choke on the dry chicken.

you decided to make him some empanadas de carne molida y de pollo which, unknown to him, was drenched in salsa roja and seasoned to your liking. you’d had the toppings prepared too. red onions, cilantro, lime, tomatoes, and several other things so he could taste it.

“by the way, i made sure not to make it spicy.” you told him that as you both sat down and he trusted you. which he wished he didn’t. you had two empanadas on his plate, one of each and pointed out which one was which and he went to try the chicken one.

first bite he was fine until the spice kicked in and he just looked at you and started having another cough attack like, “🤨 you’re sure this isn’t spicy?” you had to get him some water and he had to wait a little bit before eating again.

you told him to try it with the salsa you’d made. you did a red one and a green one. and according to you, the green one was the one that wasn’t spicy. naturally, he went for la salsa verde only to be met with a burning sensation far worse from the empanadas.

you had to apologize so many times to him but he told you that it was fine especially since you’re just used to the taste and smell. and it’s not like you did it on purpose. “🤨 or did you?”

after his experience, he doesn’t trust you when you say it’s “not even that spicy”.

but trust me, once he’s hooked, he’s hooked. never sees any kind of food the same. and it’s so hard to make him stop coming over whenever it’s dinnertime.

hobie just knows and he’s crawling through your window in his spider suit asking what you made for the two of you to eat. even has tomatillos and chiles verdes in a small plastic bag so you can make a salsa. meanwhile you’re just standing in the kitchen, knowing you only made enough for yourself.

you ended up having to teach him how to season his food. he prefers yours ten times more though so yes, he still shows up for dinner.

[cocogum]

The unconventional marriage between Yugo and Amalia.

Before I jump into it, I’m going to first talk about my personal thoughts on this moment:

💖💖💖❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥💕💕❤️💖💖❤️❤️❤️WE WON, WE GOT FED OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER, KISS MORE‼️‼️‼️‼️I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY WHOLE LIFE I’VE WATCHED YOU GUYS GROW UP FUCK‼️‼️‼️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥✨✨❤️‍🔥💖💖❤️‍🔥😭❤️❤️💕���😭😭😭😭✨💖✨🥰🥰✨💖✨❤️‍🔥

Now that we got that out of my system, let’s begin explaining what happened.

The scene starts with Yugo and Amalia, holding a bouquet of flowers, walking side by side together.

At first, I thought she was carrying the flowers for Armand’s grave but it turns out that they were both walking together TO THEIR WEDDING.

(now that I think about it, it actually makes sense that Amalia won’t be carrying flowers for Armand’s tree grave cuz like…she’s a sadida. Giving flowers to another sadida, especially a DEAD ONE sounds very disrespectful lol)

I’m guessing there was a slight time skip between the necrome war and the wedding because we can see Armand’s tree, which had been just a bud in Amalia’s hands during the fight, look like it grew up a bit underneath his parents’ tree shades.

Once the two walk up to the altar, they stand side by side and hold hands while facing the others who have come for them. We can see the Percedal family with Poo, Cleophee with Black Ink and Elaine, Dathura, Renate and Canar (Amalia’s two closest servants), Alibert with Grougal, Chibi, Adamaï, and Ruel. As well as Kerubim and Atcham (Joris doesn’t seem to be there though or maybe he’s just too short that we can’t see him 😭😭).

Not to mention that we can also see the elite eliatropes standing in the back and the sadidas too!

However, as soon as the two face the crowd together, Yugo decides to teleport him and Amalia away from the ceremony, causing the people to gasp at that sudden choice.

This was obviously not a planned decision that had been added to the occasion which is why even Amalia had been caught off guard by the act.

But once she takes a second to realize her surroundings, she knows she shouldn’t be afraid and so, she simply smiles back at Yugo knowing it’s just the two of them now, way up high in the skies.

They hold onto each other without the need to say anything, knowing full well that the other is just as happy to be together like this. To feel like for once, in a speck of a minute, there’s no danger to fight. There’s no big evil they need to defeat, no psychopath trying to eradicate the gods for vengeance, no big demon coming to have some fun, and no lost soul trying to live like in the old days.

They can finally enjoy the moment they’ve been waiting for so long, after so many challenges, unspoken words that needed to be said but couldn’t be told, and the many foes they faced.

For once, it’s just them up in the skies.

And that’s when they truly kiss without any regrets or doubts. They’re not thinking about anything else.

They can just think about themselves for now.

Here they are omg!! My babies are finally together!! 😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖

Can you believe that? It’s been a lot more than six years that we’ve been waiting for this very moment and here they are finally married and happy to be with each other like this!! 😭😭

I actually DID NOT expect to see these two getting married in the last episode but I’m so glad I did cuz my heart literally jumped out of its place and made me choke on my soda (i chose pineapple flavor for some reason).

Now that we’ve got our feelings out of the way, it’s time we analyze this wedding scene much more closely.

At first glance, Yugo and Amalia’s wedding was very sweet and beautiful, something that was deserved for the two after being apart and filled with problems on their respective sides.

It’s so sweet in fact that it stands out from any other weddings we’ve seen in Wakfu (yes, even the attempted one with Count Harebourg and Amalia) but I’ll use Dally and Eva’s wedding as the main example.

Usually, when there’s a marriage in the World of Twelve, we’ve seen the white dresses and suits, and especially the glowing happy vibes that the wedding is giving. We’ve seen it with Dally and Eva’s wedding back in the OVAs.

Evangelyne was wearing a white dress while Dally was wearing a good suit that properly dressed him up completely. They had the Sadida ruler, King Oakheart, acting as the priest in charge of the wedding. They then exchanged their wedding rings and waited for the king to end the ceremony so they could seal it with a kiss.

That is what you call a proper wedding, a classic one to be more specific.

So when we compare their marriage with Yugo and Amalia’s, one can’t help but distinguish the differences in what happened during their ceremony.

And boy is it different.

First detail we can notice is the clothing. Amalia may be wearing the royal white cape but that is just what Armand wore. So the cape cannot count as classic clothing for the wedding because it is a common piece of clothing that the Sadida ruler(s) wear while on the job. It may not look very clear at first but if you zoom in on what Amalia is wearing, she seems to have put on the same usual clothing we see her wear at all times except that it now has the white color and the leaf is green, the color symbolizing how a new age came and the kingdom now has proper rulers.

We can technically say that Amalia’s choice of clothing for the wedding would be somewhat acceptable but since she has only changed the color of the same clothes she wears every day, we cannot count this as classic wedding attire.

As for Yugo, his clothes are much easier to declare that they are not fit to be worn for a proper wedding. He’s been wearing his hood and combat suit this whole time and even on this special day, he hasn’t taken them off.

It’s clear to say that these two did not respect the clothing rule for their own wedding.

Second detail we can notice are the rings. Usually, lovers often use wedding rings to symbolize their union as well as their commitment to one another. Dally and Eva perfectly demonstrated that rule by exchanging their rings with each other (despite how they’re actually brass knuckle rings but that still counts since that’s the iop way for ya lol).

Notice how neither Yugo nor Amalia has a ring for each other. Instead, they hold hands, symbolizing the union they have made between their people.

Third detail we can notice, there’s no priest. Unlike Dally and Eva who had the king for that, Yugo and Amalia did not choose anyone to begin the ceremony. They simply addressed their union by themselves.

Fourth detail we can notice is the audience. Compared to Dally and Eva’s wedding, the audience for Yugo and Amalia mainly consists of their friends and family. The others are the elite eliatropes and some sadidas.

Because of those stark differences, it’s clear to see that the ambiance in Yugo and Amalia’s wedding is far calmer and more private compared to Dally and Eva’s which is more public and much louder.

So now that we’ve got all the points that differentiate these two marriages, we’ve only got one question left:

Why are they different in the first place?

Dally and Eva are not royals and yet they seem to have filled all the boxes for having a perfect-looking wedding.

How did Yugo and Amalia, a god-king and a princess, manage to get a much simpler and calmer wedding compared to these two?

This wasn’t a coincidence. This wedding looks much smaller than what Dally and Eva had. According to Armand’s tree grave, which seemed to have grown up a bit, this suggests that Yugo and Amalia did have the time to prepare a bit more for their wedding but they simply chose not to.

In the special episodes, just right before Dally and Eva’s wedding had even been planned, Eva had specifically stated that no one bothers Dally for a week which implies that after that week of rest, these two must’ve gotten help from the sadidas to organize this whole event for them.

This means that Yugo and Amalia could’ve done the same thing and asked for something just as good, or better since they’re royals after all. But compared to Dally and Eva, they definitely had more time to ask since we know that trees don’t grow fast (I’m talking about Armand’s tree grave) and yet, it feels like they’ve just kept it simple.

But why?

My take on the matter is this:

Because Yugo and Amalia are not supposed to have a normal relationship. Therefore, everything they do usually strays away from anything remotely expected of them to have in a relationship.

For god’s sake, Yugo literally teleported him and Amalia AWAY FROM EVERYONE DURING WHAT SEEMED LIKE THE MIDDLE OF THE CEREMONY.

Their public wedding was specifically a political one. Which is why it would explain the lack of rings.

It was a happy political wedding however since Yugo and Amalia do harbor feelings for each other (suppressed feelings that they are now free to let out of course). But that’s when Yugo completely surprises Amalia, along with the others, when he brings her up in the skies, taking her away from everyone.

That sly dummy wanted her all to himself.

The wedding was so unconventional and they knew it. But they did not care. As long as they are together, they’ll be fine. After waiting for so long and finally having each other, properly planning their wedding doesn't seem as important anymore.

That’s why the ceremony was so different compared to the Percedals.

Note: Eva and Dally’s marriage was such a classic that Eva even had to wait for Dally to propose to her when she could’ve just been the one to initiate the first move. She even knew that Dally had been planning on asking for her hand and she deliberately waited. The only thing that isn’t considered classic in their marriage was getting children before the wedding lol

[reiding-writing]

I soo want to know what happens when Spencer is caught talking to unsub reader!! Or he tells them

SPENCER GETS CAUGHT

spencer & gn!unsub!reader || 1.0k || unsub!reader masterlist.

a/n — this was by far the most requested unsub!reader ask (there were six all along the same lines 😭)

main masterlist.

5PM. On the dot. For the eighth Wednesday in a row, Spencer Reid’s phone rings.

The way he drops everything he’s doing is almost mechanical, not even bothering to shut his file before reaching for his phone to answer the call.

He doesn’t get that far.

“Let’s see who the lucky caller is, shall we?” Morgan plucks the phone from Spencer’s hand like an apple from a tree, ignoring the immediate defensiveness from his companion as he checks the caller ID.

“An unsaved number, very smart, genius,”

“Morgan, give me my phone back.” Spencer’s tone lacks any ‘humour’ that Morgan was intending to incite.

“Tell me who it is first,” Morgan shakes his head with a tut.

“Morgan. Give it back.” There’s a strange amount of conviction in Spencer’s tone, urgency in the time constraint of the ringing phone.

If the ringing stops before he answers it, the likelihood of a second call is basically zero. And Spencer does not want to find out if that’s true or not.

It’s about now that Morgan begins to realise how serious this phone call is to Spencer.

And he might be a bit of an ass, but even he knows his limits.

“Okay, okay,” Morgan raises a hand in surrender, pressing the answer button and leaving the call on speaker for the group around the bullpen to hear.

He’s still a bit of an ass.

“Doctor Reid?”

The way Morgan’s face drops when he hears your voice through the phone would almost be amusing if it wasn’t absolutely terrifying, and Spencer practically rips the phone from Morgan’s hand so he can take the call in private, scurrying out of the bullpen with it pressed to his ear.

“I’m here, sorry, the uh, signal’s not the best give me one second,”

He spares Morgan a glance over his shoulder.

He’s glaring at him.

—

“Are you serious, Reid? Them? What Are you thinking?”

Morgan’s anger is almost animated, accentuated by large gestures that border on knocking the mug from Hotch’s desk.

He’d had called a ‘meeting’ in his office after he found out. Morgan couldn’t keep his mouth shut for very long.

“Somebody’s got to keep an eye on them!”

“You’re not ‘keeping an eye’, you’re chatting. With a serial killer.”

“That’s enough, both of you.” Hotch intercedes. “Morgan, sit down. We’re going to discuss this properly.”

Morgan sits down with a huff, and Hotch turns his focus to Spencer.

“How long has this been happening?”

“Twelve weeks, Sir,” He’s a little self-conscious. Less embarrassed and more concerned that Hotch’ll punish him for speaking to you unauthorised, or worse, order him to stop picking up your calls moving forward.

Morgan opens his mouth at Spencer’s admission, likely out of astonishment, but Hotch raises a silencing hand in his direction before he can say anything, eyes still on Spencer.

“And these calls are regulated?”

“Yes, Sir,” Spencer nods, dry-swallowing. “The patients get one call a week, uh— monitored call,”

He adds the last bit on like it’s going to help his case, although he presses his lips together in almost instant regret as Hotch’s gaze narrows at him.

“I want you to record them.”

Spencer blinks in confusion. “Sir?”

“Any further calls.”

“You’re going to let him keep talking to them?!” Morgan’s face scrunches in a mix of anger and frustration, his hand extending in Spencer’s direction in absolute offence.

“Having tabs on them could be useful.”

“It’s ridiculous is what it is!” Morgan raises his voice to expression is disagreement. “They’re a fucking psychopath—”

“So—ciopath…” Spencer starts his correction much more confident than he ends it as Morgan flickers his glare over to him, averting his own eyes with a superficial clearing of his throat.

“You can’t seriously believe this is okay, Hotch,” Morgan exhales heavily in exasperation, collapsing back into his chair again.

“Like it or not, Morgan, this could work in our favour,”

Spencer is visibly relieved at Hotch being on his side, letting out a sigh of his own, although in a much more positive manner.

“They trust Reid to some extent, which allows the Bureau to have an accurate insight to their psychology from their perspective.”

He’s very clearly not happy with it, but Morgan backs down from his prosecution.

“I want the recordings of these phone calls to be sent to me every week, understood?” Hotch looks at Spencer again, and he nods immediately.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And if anything changes in their demeanour,” He narrows his gaze again. “You tell me immediately.”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Good.” He relaxes back against his chair. “You’re both dismissed.”

Spencer and Morgan leave the office like two kids who’ve just been scolded, all hunched shoulders and guilty expressions.

That’s until Hotch closes the door anyway.

“I cannot believe you’re talking to them,”

Spencer sighs. “Please let’s not argue about this,”

“I’m not arguing with you, I’m just expressing my distaste,” Morgan shakes his head with surrendering hands. “It’s not like I can stop you,”

There’s a small pause as the two re-enter the bullpen.

“They’re really not all that bad you know,”

“I’ll take your word for it,”

[jkbunny2001]

Okay, so I just watched “THE BOY” for the first time in my life… and bitch you cannot tell that Brahm’s not a sub leaning switch

LOOK AT THIS MAN, HE’S CRAWLING FOR HER

This is my personal opinion, but this is what I think Brahm is in the bedroom:

• can be dominant but loves to be please his girl, doing whatever he want to make her feel good

• sub switch 1000%, tell him what to do

• mommy kink, without a doubt, which ties into the switch, he wants to please his mommy

• solid 8 inches with 3 inch girth

• constantly horny, definitely likes to watch you pleasure yourself through the wall

• loves to cuddle afterwards, clinging to you after receiving or giving you pleasure

• still 1000% self conscious about you leaving him and would do anything to make you stay

• wants to be buried in you 24/7

• loves to see you ride him, that’s when his mommy kink pops out the most, seeing you dominate him from the top

…..not gonna lie it’s a huge turn on, if he wasn’t a psychopathic killer…..

OH WHO GIVES A SHIT!? HES HOT ASF! LOOK AT THIS BITCH!

And look how cute he is with his hands in his pockets 😭

Now I wanna do a fanfic about him… lemme know! Is that something you would read??

[msmk11]

Hey can I req tan x reader where reader sometimes works with the twins and is quite close w both of them. So she's besties with tan and reader is just female version of him and they like to tease each other and they always bicker like all the time and one day reader gets so fed up with tan that she throws a pillow at him and they just get into a huge play fight . And they are fighting for ages throwing stuff about just giggling and then eventually they uat end p on top of each other and the giggling just stops. And the tension omggg. U can end this with them actually getting together or I kind of imagine lemon walking back in a being like 'I got us dinner😀' just killing the vibe a ruining the moment. Hope it makes sense:)

Repercussions

Tangerine x reader (sorta implied fem but no pronouns)

CW: mentions of food!

Summary: you and tangerine are play fighting! Some sexual tension ensues.

A/N: Anon!! Thank you for requesting! I died making this, it’s such a cute prompt 😭

It's only when your stomach begins to rumble that you emerge from the hermit hole you've created in your hotel room. You dart across the hall and knock decidedly on Tangerine and Lemon's door, ready to beg them to order food with you so that you get a better deal.

Tangerine is the one to open the door, and the way he instantly looks you up and down with a shit-eating smirk makes you regret your decision instantly. In your hunger-ridden state, you'd totally forgotten that you were only in fuzzy socks, old pj shorts with hearts on them, and a matching ruffly tank top.

You hold up your hand in protest, "Save it."

"What, love? I wasn't gonna say anything... about your really fucking cute outfit."

You look him up and down and scoff, "Sorry I prefer to be comfortable, unlike certain psychopaths."

Though he has discarded his suit jacket, he's still in his white button up, sleeves pushed up to his elbows and a few buttons undone, and in his nicest gray slacks.

"Y'know I always like to look my best," the brunette answers proudly.

You brush past him into the room, "What, even for Lem?"

"Yes, of course, come right fucking in," Tangerine mumbles under his breath, though there's really no malice in his tone.

"Speaking of," you continue, plopping down onto one of the fluffy white beds, "where is Lemon?"

Tangerine sighs and joins you on the other side of the bed, "went to get dinner."

"What? You fuckers?! I'm starving and you didn't even bother to ask if I wanted anything."

"Oi shut it," he answers, pinching your bare thigh, "'course I fucking ordered something for you, love."

You pout at him, "But how'd you know what I want?"

His curls bounce as he shakes his head at you, "'cuz I know you better than you know yourself."

"Yeah right! There's no way you could've known that right now I wanted-"

"Fried rice?" He interrupts.

Then, he has the audacity to wink.

You're mad that he's right, so you do what you do best- attack him. You sneak a pillow from behind your back and smack him right in the face.

"Right, that's fucking it," he growls.

You let out a screech and jump off the bed, trying to find solace on the other side of the room.

"Mhmm don't think so, you little shit."

He stalks towards you, and you jump up on the other bed. You grab a pillow and hold it out threateningly, "Don't come closer, I'll hit you again."

Tangerine smirks at you, "it's a wonder you make it out of any missions alive if these are your bargaining tactics, love."

You ignore him and instead swing at his face again with the pillow. He takes this opportunity to lunge towards you, not only dodging your hit but also grabbing you by the waist. Tangerine manhandles you into his arms and throws you over his shoulder like its nothing.

"Tan! Let me down," you giggle, pounding your hands on his back.

You're not sure you really mean it though. Not, at least, with the nice view you have of his ass in your current position.

"If you insist," he declares, throwing you down onto his bed with a thump.

Before you have the chance to assume a fighting stance he's collapsed on top of you, using all his body weight to hold you down.

"Get off, you fucking prick," you groan.

Instead, he digs his hands into your sides with an evil grin, making you squeal again, “this is payback, love. Can’t attack me without repercussions.”

After his incessant attacks, you remember that you’re a trained fighter, and try to put some of your skills to use. Since most of his weight is on your upper half, you use your knees to push yourself up. You press on his chest and flip him over, so now that you’re the one on top.

He lets out a surprised chuckle and instinctively grabs your hips, trying to keep you from falling over from your momentum.

You’re both laughing breathlessly over the sudden turn of events and you bury your head in his toned chest. His chuckles vibrate against your skull and it’s nice- feeling so close to him.

Tangerine leans down to your ear to whisper something, and his hot breath on your neck makes you squirm and giggle.

He inhales sharply and squeezes your hips, a warning to stop moving, “You know, I should be more mad that you won, but I quite like having you on top straddling me.”

Slowly you look up at Tangerine, his bright blue eyes boring into yours, and stare at him, shocked.

“And I must say, if you don’t stop wiggling around on top of me, you’re gonna be in real trouble.”

A smirk creeps onto your face slowly, “well I do always have a penchant for trouble.”

The brunette’s eyes dart back and forth between your gaze and lips, and as he lays under you, dark curls all messed up from your tussle, you’re just aching to kiss him.

You start to lean in towards him.

“Love,” he warns breathily.

Your lips just faintly brush when you perceive the quiet beep of the hotel door unlocking. You throw yourself off of Tangerine onto the spot next to him and squeeze your eyes shut.

Jesus fucking Christ Lemon has the worst timing.

The door clicks open and Lemon walks in, completely oblivious to what’s just happened, “I’ve got dinner!”

[postmoe]

more wise x reader smutty content pretty pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I was gonna do red rooms Wise but I change my mind and it's dentist Wise now. I will try and get red rooms out though I want to talk about it I just need my brain to do the thing.

gn reader but you are wearing a skirt and panties. (kinda) somnophilia, anaesthetic, non-con, oblivious reader

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Yandere Dentist Wise who has his favourite patient and can be very strict with them.

He's a very happy dentist most of the time but he knows when you haven't been flossing.

"Just look at these molars! Don't tell me you've been giving up half way? Your premolars aren't looking too great either..."

It's clear you're trying your best, and since Wise is such an affordable dentist, it really urges you to care about your dental health more than you could have ever afforded to before.

First things first: to clean everything up. He takes x-rays, does a general wash, and discusses where to go and what to do from here.

"You... You want to put me to sleep?" You ask on the fourth visit. At first it was going to be a general anaesthetic, but, now he wants to change the whole program.

His large hand gently caresses yours as you sit anxiously in the chair, his smile sincere, "You have absolutely nothing to worry about, (Y/n). It'll be easier for me to do what I need to do, and we can get more done in one session than needing to split it up more than we have to. You trust me, don't you?"

And you do, you really, very do trust Wise. Your mouth has never felt better, the little discomforts you weren't even aware you had were now non-existent.

So you let him do what he needs to do. You turn up to your appointment, you let him get you settled in the chair, mask over your face and having you relax. His thumb gently strokes the curve of your cheekbone as your eyes flutter close and you're finally at his mercy.

Oh, how he treasures this moment. Camera angled, clothes dishevelled, and your chair leaned back so your mouth can readily take his aching cock.

Your throat is so relaxed, you barely make any choking sounds, only little whines here and there that he prays his audio will get - which it will.

His hand encompasses your throat as it bulges with his cock, going so deep and constricting yourself around it. His eyes roll back and he focuses on the way your limp, velvety tongue just lets him jut wetly into you.

He can't come down your throat, not when you're under aesthetic right? No, he won't. He values you too much to risk you dying on his seed, even if that does sound kinda hot to the psychopath.

So he pulls out and shudders as thick, white ropes string over your lashes, nose, lips and over your neck.

Your breathing makes your chest rise, deeper inhales now that he wasn't obstructing you.

Eye half-lidded, he sits on his little wheelychair and comes to your side, puckering your come-stained lips and kissing you with the fervour of a madman.

Fuck, you're absolutely delicious and you have no idea what kind of spell you've put on him.

His cock twitches again and he checks the time. Yes, one more round. He adjusts your chair so that when he sits by your legs, he's able to lift your skirt and dig his nose into your heated panties.

There's a little wet patch forming, only growing when his tongue starts licking you and he sucks on the fabric around your tasty sex, all while his cock is being fisted in his hand.

.

By the time you wake, you're clean and numb enough that you don't suspect anything. Wise tells you he just wants to do one more check before you go, make sure the stitches are still stable inside your mouth.

You think nothing of it, groggily letting his access your open face. His fingers move your tongue around, your cheeks, poking at teeth.

What really causes the blush on his face is the way your throat has nicely bruised from the beating of his cock. He can see right down it and the swelling, purple-hues of the muscle are enough to make him leak in his pants.

He did that. He fucked your mouth so good that now he can visually see the success. He can't help the victorious look he gives to the micro camera in the light above you, sensually dragging his finger over your tongue once more before retreating.

As you fix your clothes, giving extra attention to the weird skew of your skirt, he takes his gloves off and gives you a satisfied smile, "I'll see you in two weeks to remove the stitches! Take care, darling~"

[gusdeservedbetter]

Ryan and Soldier Boy (+ Homelander.): Season 5 ramblings.

Okay so, Ryan's last scene was him exiting the facility after offing Mallory (had it coming, he warned her a thousand times, but rip they were cute together the way she hugged him and asked about the veggies and stuff :'(, ANYWAY).

So, we don't know where he is, he clearly didn't go back to Homelander, who's seen clutching Ryan's backpack and sobbing like the clingy psychopath that he is. So it's either; he won't be with Homelander next season (even with Soldier Boy there, I don't imagine him taking it well, and I don't know WHERE Ryan would go even :( poor kiddo) OR he will be there, but Ryan will act coldly somewhat towards Homelander bc of the truth bombs Grace dropped. Which, btw, I think will leave Ryan to rely heavily on Soldier Boy for support, and uh, that'll be hilarious imo. I hope the grandson grandpa thing gets some attention. Soldier Boy is an asshole yada yada, but someone needs to help Ryan sort out his powers, and to "toughen him up" (rip Ryan if it's Soldier Boy doing it)

I just think it'll be funny seeing Homelander try to be tough on the boy, but not having the heart to do so fully, and Soldier Boy the old soul that he is has no problem taking over lol

Like imagine Homelander jealous, but not knowing of who, for who 😭

I also think there'll be a time skip of sorts, Ryan will be 15/16 bc Cameron Crovetti is no longer capable of passing as a 12 years old. Also, for him to be more involved in the plot (= action, fights.) He'll need that time skip, and some training to go along with it. Again as I said my strongest bet is Soldier Boy doing the training.

Let me know what you guys think!

[thingsthatneedtobesaidsblog]

Alicent having/almost having a panic attack because she realized how the men at the council cared so little to see her as Regent especially considering she is a Dowager Queen and not The Queen is crazy.

Because at that moment she realized how little power she had, how little value as a woman she had even considering she sat on the council.

Like girly was so shook😭😭. It was a little sad but at that moment she knew how Rhaenyra must have felt like having Aegon usurper her. It especially reminded me of Rhaenyra reaction in the Sept like they were so alike but so different

And then she was going to burst into literally tears. I lowkey get why Criston didn't speak out against Aemond then man is going through PTSD the way he was so mechanical cleaning his sword. He's traumatized. He's seen war but not war that has involved dragons.

He also has caught Aemond trying to kill Aegon this family is so fucked up but especially Aemond no one could ever make me like him.

Aemond is the son who would become a serial killer and he would literally start with Aegon and probably end on Alicent as his last victim.

He would've definitely killed Alicent and Criston if she dared to challenge him being Regent because that's just who he is. He really isn't the mama boy everyone think he is it's definitely Aegon.

I feel like another part of Alicents panic was knowing that Aemond was a monster. He was her son but he was a monster and he was too strong for her to ever reign him back in.

I think this scene was so essential because when Aemond goes to grab the king ball he kinda of looks at Alicent in triumph because he's got everything he's wanted. He is "king" now. Alicent truly realized she doesn't have power and no one has her back. Criston used to but he's stuck in his own head of seeing everything he saw not only that he probably had to have a lot of men killed because they were beyond being saved. He saw a man turn to ash.

So of course when his "gf" wants to challenge the psychopath her son is he's like nah sit down, you didn't see what I saw and if Alicent had seen what Criston saw she would be just like him in just a PTSD mindset because she can't grapple with what she saw.

[qweenofurheart]

um. okay this is kind of psychopathic of me but i wanted to make a comic with my formula one ocs but then i was like. well i guess i have to invent the entire grid (didnt want to use real people).

so i came up with the main teams, and spent hours doing research and writing backstories and now i have like a billion characters to work with (team principals, crew chiefs, nascar guys, f2, wags, the whole nine yards) and i’m having so much fun putting these guys in situations.

but i still haven’t filled out the grid (missing alpine, other williams, alphatauri, etc.) so i’m gonna be asking some friends to help me come up with more drivers (wish me luck 💀 i’ve never done a collaborative work before. very very high chance ppl will be like…i’ll pass lol).

if u are interested in this possible comic, good news! i am so so excited to draw more! idk wtf i’m doing tho (never made a full comic beyond the fanart stuff you’ve probably seen).

edit under cut

ALSOOO

a lot of the stuff in the writing might change. for example, logan used to be scottish but i decided to make him french because i felt it was more realistic for him to be Franco-Marocain (french born moroccan) since it’s a more realistic demographic.

also in general, i don’t think comics should be flooded with words, because it defeats the purpose of a visual medium. so likely a lot of the info here will not make it into the story, so it will technically NOT be canon. usually i accept that there’s sort of a venn diagram between what i know and what the character knows, and an even smaller portion of that is included in the actual story.

i’m not gonna jump the gun here and promise anything in case no one is interested and i’ll continue it as a passion project for myself.

thx for reading all this if u did 😭 i’ve been a little insane over this for weeks now

[i-cant-sing]

Kamado Reader meeting Muzan for the 1st time: LIKE I'D EVER ACCEPT BEING YOUR DAUGHTER YOU CANNIBALISTIC PSYCHOPATH!!!

Kamado Reader upon meeting Uzui and realizing Tanjiro does not Give a FUCK: Father please forgive your foolish daughter she knows not what she has done, please take me back to your nice demon castle and never leave me alone again, please, I will be good this time.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And u know what? Muzan fucking eats it up too! Oh he's so condescending and infantalises you to the max, now taking his feminine form as he coos and wraps his arms around you, telling you "Oh dear, I'm so glad you've come to your senses! My my, how afraid you must be been!"

Cue Muzan taking u back to the infinity castle as he starts dressing u like himself in his feminine form (those fancy ass kimonos and that even fancier hairstyle), lifting you upper lip to see if u have any sharp fangs like him because that really would've completed the look but oh well.

Actually going " ^.^ " when u start to copy his mannerisms and shit💖💖💖