#mansion 29

[japhers]

my adopts for Mansion29! they've all found good homes...

[ID] Four chibi character designs:

Lucid Thoughts is a pink tulpa with white hair, fairy and angel wings on their head and back, as well as puffy queenlike regalia reminiscent of strawberries and cream. They wear a strawberry-shaped crown on their head, strawberry-shaped puffed sleeves adorned with pearls, sheer cream stockings and a cream colored bustle with red underlining.

Sandy Manifesto is a purple and pink alien-like office worker wearing a partially unbuttoned dark purple shirt, light peach argyle sweater, mustard yellow socks, and dark purple leather shoes. They carry a purple plastic tumbler with colorful steam coming from its spout, as well as an hourglass packaged like a messenger bag and filled with purple sand.

Doubella Donna is a pale, red-eyed, smiling woman dressed like an Edwardian Mourning Widow in a deep purple dress. Her fascinator is shaped like a pale mask, with purple roses, a golden hatpin and sheer lace veil adorning her purple hair. Her pale fingers hover delicately over the surface of a floor-length mirror, but where her visage should be reflected there is instead a cracked and hollow-eyed doll.

Unheard Prayers dons the visage of a Mother Mary Statue- a pale, cracked marble woman in a blue and gold dress, with gilded halos adorning her head, and marble angels making up her gilded skirt. Underneath the golden, cage-like petticoats, though, peeks out its true form- a large, blue demon, whose only visible features are two of its four yellow eyes, and blue arms topped with golden claws.

[End ID]

[heartmush]

harbinger of floods; omen of deluge.

『 weighs you down so sleepily… 』

[murple]

It's been a while since Arthur's encountered something obviously cursed and decided to walk directly towards it. Glad to see nothing's changed

[cant-get-enough-btr-forever]

"Big Time Battle of the Bands", Chapter 2: Big Time Discovery

"Twenty-five bright, shiny platinum records."

A certain Hawk, wearing his smoky gray suit, paced in the office of his (struggling) record company. 

"A million-dollar villa, overlooking the Hollywood Hills." He took a swig of coffee from his mug. It bore the company logo: an imposing silhouette of a hawk.

"A Lamborghini to die for." He faced the window. A billboard stared back at him. BIG TIME RUSH'S ALBUM "ALL OVER AGAIN" COMING SOON.

"And for WHAT?" he yelled, answered by nothing except the traffic down below. Realizing that his cup was empty, he agitatedly shuffled over to the coffee pot.

He sipped the freshly steaming liquid and continued, "I finally get out of the slammer, and how do I celebrate freedom? I turn over every stone and twig, searching for some ounce of talent. A one-hit wonder, even! I mean, really..."

He trained his icy stare on the radio, which sat atop his desk.

Here I am, there you are,

Why does it seem so far?

Next to you is where I should be (Where I wanna be)

Something I want so bad

Know what’s inside y—

The singing crackled and fizzled out as Hawk poured a scalding stream of coffee onto the radio.

He was breathing harshly. "Better say your prayers, Gustavo Rocque. Because when Hawk rises from the ashes, you will be the first to fall." Another loud slurp from his cup. "CAW!!" he shrieked.

......

Later that morning, a sleek bus pulled up to a stop near Hawk Records. The Pussycat Dolls’ "When I Grow Up" bumped out of its stereo.

As the doors swung open, four young girls filed down the steps: One was raven-haired with hazel eyes, one had caramel locks and piercing amber eyes, one sported a long brown ponytail, and one had curly brown hair in a bun. They were all tanned and shapely.

"There it is, girls! Hawk Records." Chloe, the raven-haired girl, said jubilantly.

"YES!! FINALLY!" whooped Mikee, the girl with the ponytail.

There was a confused hush as the girls looked around. "So...now what?" Mikee asked uncertainly.

The caramel-haired one, Jessica, produced a compact mirror and tube of pink lipstick. The other three looked at her strangely. Behind her big pink sunglasses, she rolled her eyes. "Hey, if this is my only chance to become a totally poppin' princess of pop, I might as well look my best, right?" She intently smeared on the lipstick.

The curly-haired girl raised one thick eyebrow. "Um, you know you said 'pop' twice, right?" she pointed out.

Jessica snapped the mirror shut and leaned close to her. "You bet I did, Elena." she smirked.

Chloe motioned to her friends. "Come on, guys. We didn't fly all this way for nothing." Luggage bags rolling behind them, they made their way up the sun-kissed pavement to the double doors.

The first person they encountered was Hawk's secretary. In fact, she was the only one in sight. She already seemed out of place, sitting behind a tiny desk in the desolate lobby. But her impassive, ‘I-hate-the-world’ expression only emphasized the room's emptiness.

The gang had initially been impressed by the spotlessly professional setting. This impression was dampened as soon as they laid eyes on her.

"Good morning! We're here to see Mr. Hawk?" Chloe tried.

Jessica removed her sunglasses, flipped her hair out of her eyes, and looked up with a disarming smile. "That's right! It's been my lifelong dream to become the next JLo, and sing amongst the stars. Though, I'll also settle for a leading lady movie role." The others stared at the ceiling. They'd heard this speech ad nauseam.

The secretary couldn't have looked more bored if Jessica had been reciting a phone book. "Yes. I'm sure you would." she droned sarcastically. Their smiles fell at her tone.

She sighed. "Well, he's free. Office is on the sixth floor." Her blank gaze dropped back to her desktop computer.

The girls looked at each other. "Uh...great, thanks!" Chloe said, smiling as cheerfully as she could. Realizing that their good spirits were not going to rub off on this woman, they scuffled towards the elevator.

......

They stood before the shiny office doors. Now that their moment had arrived, the task at hand seemed much more overwhelming.

Mikee emitted a loud sigh. "Welp. This is it. Who's gonna do it?" She nudged Elena. "You should do it. You're really good with words."

The brunette immediately shook her head. "Only when I’m writing essays for school. Oral introductions aren't my forte." she anxiously explained.

Jessica turned to Chloe. "Chloe, you chipped in the most for the plane tickets. If anyone should do it, it's you."

Chloe tucked some strands of black hair behind her ears, smoothed out her yellow blouse, and took a deep breath. She raised her hand and knocked firmly.

Hawk was reading a thick book at his desk. Getting Rich for Evil Dummies!, the title screamed. He started at the sudden sound.

He fumbled with the book before dropping it in the desk drawer. "Enter!" he barked.

The doors tentatively opened. Hawk's eyebrow quirked as the girls nervously stepped inside.

"H-hello, Mr. Hawk!" stammered Chloe.

"And what do you want?" he asked curtly.

All of them looked semi-terrified, except Jessica. She was glancing around the office like it was a majestic shrine. Chloe cleared her throat and continued, "Let's just begin by introducing ourselves. My name is Chloe Martinez. And this is my friend, Mikayla Rogers."

Mikee jumped forward and stuck out her hand, which Hawk warily shook. "But friends call me Mikee." she added, grinning.

Chloe placed her hands on Elena's shoulders, bringing her into better view. "This is Elena Slate."

Elena shyly waved. "Hi."

Chloe gestured to the wonderstruck teen beside her. "This is—"

"Jessica Carlton." Jessica thrust in, fervently shaking his hand. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh!"

Chloe cleared her throat again, giving Jessica a look. She awkwardly giggled and released her grip. 

Chloe went on, "Together, we are Cross My Heart. And, well, we're a quartet." She smiled as she added, "You’ve made so many people’s dreams come true. We were hoping you could give us a record deal, so we can get a little more exposure."

"And maybe run into Big Time Rush along the way!" Mikee chimed in. They giggled. Hawk didn’t even bother to stifle his yawn.

Once Chloe had stopped giggling, she continued, "Anyway, we're from Arizona, and we've always wanted to—"

"Oh, Arizona, eh? How very...very interesting. I've held many an audition there." he boredly interrupted. He seemed much more interested in adjusting the papers on his desk.

Jessica blurted out, "Really? So we really have a chance?" Mikee smacked her shoulder, earning herself a harder smack in return.

Hawk got up and slowly walked to the window. "Girls," he said, "I am a very busy man. Do you have any idea how many prospects I go through every week?" 

When they didn't respond, he coolly continued, "Can you even fathom what it takes to succeed in the music industry?" 

"Um..." Chloe hesitated.

"No. You can't." he snapped, wheeling around. "I have yet to find one single shred of musical fortitude in this talentless land."

He went back to his chair, placed his feet up on the desk, and calmly picked up a newspaper. "So, to spare all of our sanities, I think it would be best if you four turn yourselves around, leave the Hawk’s lair, and fly south for the winter. Get the picture?" Without another word, he tore open the paper and whipped it in front of his face.

They could do nothing but stand there in shell-shocked silence. Mikee looked at Chloe and whispered, "C?"

Chloe nodded. "It's huddle time." she quietly declared. They looped arms and huddled together, whispering their strategy. Hawk turned a page of his newspaper, not caring in the slightest.

Then, they turned around and broke into their song.

He tensed as soon as they began harmonizing. They were...amazing. Incredible! They were just as good as Big Time Rush—maybe even better. As Jessica belted her pitch-perfect runs, one could practically see a spotlight glowing on her. She was obviously taking her one shot to stardom and using it for all it was worth. 

Hawk slowly, very slowly, lowered the paper. The gears in his head were wickedly turning. He'd finally found it—this was his last chance to get sweet revenge.

Once they'd finished, he was temporarily speechless. He stood up and adjusted his dark shades. A smile spread across his face. "Ladies..." he began, "It looks like the Hawk will have to make an exception."

The girls’ eyes widened. A split-second later, they started squealing. “Walk of Fame, here we come!” Jessica exuberated, hair flouncing as she hopped for joy.

Hawk gestured for them to settle down. “But before we begin our friendly relations, I want to make one thing very clear. Please, have a seat.” Still tittering excitedly, they sank into the black leather couch across from him.

He reposed in his chair. “I take it you’re Big Time Rush fans.”

They nodded eagerly. “Those guys are so cool.” Mikee gushed.

“Actually, they inspired us to become Cross My Heart. It’s mind-blowing how people with such humble beginnings could become what they are now.” Chloe explained.

Hawk thoughtfully traced circles on the desk. “It’s a darn shame that they couldn’t stay humble...” he remarked casually.

They looked at one another, confused. Chloe swallowed before speaking. "What...what do you mean?"

His smile became wistful. "Not many people know this, but I once signed Big Time Rush to my label." he lied. "Oh, such nice young men they were. They came to me, just as you did. They placed all their trust in me to make their superstar dreams come true. Once I finally succeeded..." He trailed off with a sigh. "The pressures of fame changed them. Stabbed me in the back, they did."

"No!" Jessica and Mikee exclaimed. A horrified Chloe added, "Oh...that sounds awful."

"I did everything I could to make Kendall happy. I really did! I even let him write a song or two. But as soon as he got a taste of the limelight—" The back of his hand came down hard on the table. "—he bit the hand that fed him. Now, he's no better than any other spoiled pop tart."

Chloe's brows furrowed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The boy she idolized could really be that terrible?

"James? Why, the kid was so obsessed with himself, he would even turn against his own bandmates. Always had to be in the center." Hawk went on. Jessica gasped. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Then there’s Logan: the snot-nosed smart aleck who was more interested in running his mouth than running a show." Elena suddenly looked crestfallen.

Mikee quickly spoke up. "N-not Carlos. He's totally sweet."

He shook his head and sighed. "Behind that helmet lies a heart just as black." She hung her head.

"But that is in the past." he spat. "They're not even worth discussing. Take it from Hawk himself, ladies. Big Time Rush is nothing more than an overrated herd of hooligans. And besides," he started to snigger, "boy bands are over! They lost their appeal ages ago!" He was guffawing now.

"However." he said, all the laughter gone. He rose from his chair, ambled around his desk, and loomed over them. "Cross My Heart is a girl group. So, I just have one question for you."

Their eyes twinkled. "Yeah?" they gasped.

He smiled again. "Are the Hawk’s chicks ready to spread their wings and soar?" As if to punctuate the question, he raised his arms like a bird and screeched, “CAW!”

The band erupted in cheers.

[twistedtummies2]

The Price May Be Right - Number 29

Welcome to “The Price May Be Right!” I’m counting down My Top 31 Favorite Vincent Price Performances & Appearances! The countdown will cover movies, TV productions, and many more forms of media. Today we focus on Number 29: The Phantom, from Phantom Manor.

“Phantom Manor,” for those who don’t know, is the Disneyland Paris rendition of Disney’s Haunted Mansion attraction. The attraction is BASICALLY the same, at least on a superficial level, with a lot of the same favorite scares and a similar story setup, but with its own unique twists. First of all, the premise of the ride is set in the age of the Wild West: the house – called Ravenswood Manor – is the home of a former gold baron, whose spirit, simply known as “The Phantom,” acts as our not-so-benevolent guide, in the same vein as the Ghost Host from other attractions.

Second of all, and perhaps most notably and well-known…the tone is a bit different. The Haunted Mansion in the English-speaking parks (as well as at Tokyo Disneyland) has a blend of both real creepiness and more humorous hauntings. “Phantom Manor,” however, goes for a more overtly horror-themed experience. Humor is still present, but it’s even darker than at the other parks, and the visuals and scenarios presented are particularly nasty and grotesque in comparison. The specters at the Haunted Mansion are typically rather cartoonish in nature, but in Phantom Manor, you encounter hellhounds, decaying zombies, headless men, and other nightmarish creations. So…what does Vincent Price have to do with all this? Well, at the time the ride was being made, Price was at the Disney studios, working on some other projects for the company. Someone on the creative staff had the brilliant idea, “Hey! Why not make Vincent Price the Phantom?” It was a logical idea to have. Who better to play a newer, more evil version of the classic Ghost Host than freaking Ratigan, after all? Price was happy to participate, and so it was done. However, things got a bit complicated when the Imagineers realized that Price’s French was not as fluent as many would believe: he could certainly speak it, but acting through it without stumbling was a lot trickier. This is where the problems arose, and led to the now-infamous saga of Price’s narration for Phantom Manor. Initially, Prices’ vocals guided guests through the experience, but it was quickly realized that the largely French-speaking guests of the park hadn’t a clue what was actually being said. So, after a limited run, Price’s voice as the Phantom was largely eliminated: aside from the Phantom’s own devilish cackle, which can be heard anytime the ghost is encountered physically in the ride (usually in the form of a dapper skeletal figure, as seen in the picture demonstration), Price’s voice was muted, and a new French-speaking narrator was chosen. However, after many years, the decision was made to reach a compromise: nowadays, Phantom Manor has an all new narrative soundtrack, which features TWO different ghosts. One is Vincent Price’s Phantom, and the other is voiced by French actor Bernard Alane. Price’s vocals – and his signature laugh – definitely add an extra layer of novelty to Phantom Manor, and are one of the most well-known parts of its legacy, along with its much darker tone. Ultimately, the only reason I don’t rank this ride any higher is because, as much as I love Vincent Price…well, it’s a bit hard to top the original Ghost Host from Disneyland, in my opinion, and that is, effectively, the role he plays. But hey, if you’re going to get anybody to tackle that part, Price would certainly be the man to do it! Thanks to his voice being forever on loop in this ride, it is perhaps ironic that Price will forever be immortalized…by playing a dead man.

Tomorrow, the countdown continues with my pick for Number 28!

[bluesman56]

Reflection Pond by Tony

[alpha-mag-media]

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[mumms-the-word]

Tav Banter and Dialogue

What would your Tav/Durge say if they could say unique dialogue?

Drop an ask with the name of my Tav or Durge and a few numbers, and I'll respond with a few lines they would say in that scenario! Or, tag someone to take on the Tav Banter/Dialogue Challenge and see if they'll answer a few of these prompts!

Combat/Movement

1. Clicking on them once (non-combat) 2. Spam clicking on them too many times 3. Directing them to attack/move in combat 4. Hiding/sneaking/hidden movement 5. Taking a short rest 6. Low health/asking for healing 7. Attacked by a party member 8. Companion/romance death reactions 9. Going to buff/heal a companion/romance 10. Sending them to talk to an NPC 11. Sending them to talk to their romanced partner

Interacting with Items

12. Encountering a locked chest/door 13. Picking a lock 14. Looking at a globe 15. Looking at an astrolabe 16. Looking at a telescope 17. Looking in a mirror 18. Looking at a nonmagical lamp 19. Noticing a trap 20. Can’t fit into a small hole

Location Comments and Party Banters

21. Comments/reactions near an Act 1 location 22. Comments/reactions near an Act 2 location 23. Comments/reactions near an Act 3 location 24. Lines said in the Morphic Pool or High Hall 25. Party banter with Astarion 26. Party banter with Gale 27. Party banter with Wyll 28. Party banter with Karlach 29. Party banter with Lae'zel 30. Party banter with Shadowheart 31. Party banter with Halsin 32. Party banter with Jaheira 33. Party banter with Minthara 34. Party banter with Minsc

Bonus (Misc, some companion dialogues)

35. How would your Tav/Durge greet a player character if they were a companion at low, neutral, high, or romanced approval? 36. What are some situational dialogues they would say when something happens to another companion or you talk to them while in a quest-specific location (such as commenting on Karlach's heart, Elminster visiting Gale, visiting Cazador's mansion, etc)? 37. How would they respond to a player character prompting them with, "Tell me about yourself"? 38. If a player character asks them to consider consuming tadpoles or using the Astral tadpoles, how would your Tav/Durge respond? 39. If romanceable, what lines would they say if a player character prompted them with, "Can I kiss you?" 40. If romanceable, what would they say if a player character asks for a "last kiss" at the Morphic Pool/HIgh Hall?

[jaylaxies]

KINKTOBER DAY 29 — THREESOME

PAIRING: jake x fem!reader x jeno

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, facefucking, cunnilingus, breeding, threesome, usage of nicknames, jake and jeno are step brothers (not yours).

WC: 1.2k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! this is purely self indulgent atp, but i hope you guys will like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

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“Jake, stop! What if he hears us?”

You gasped, asking him to stop, but your fingers only pulled him closer to leave featherlight kisses all over your neck. 

“He won’t, trust me,” Jake mumbled, too immersed in kissing down the expanse of your skin to worry about his step brother being home. 

The arrangement was new for him. His father had recently remarried, which means his stepbrother had to leave his old life behind and shift (along with his mom) to the new mansion, to Jake’s place. 

He didn’t interact with him a lot, the things were awkward and they were both well aware that it would take a while for them to come to terms with the new setting, so they tried to keep it decent by greeting each other whenever they crossed paths. 

As for you, it had barely been a week since you and Jake got into the friends with benefits arrangement, having met through a mutual friend at a party last week, which led to a crazy night with him and hence, the new proposition, which finally brings you to Jake’s place. 

He was sure that there wasn’t anyone else at home. His parents were out for their honeymoon trip, and his step brother was nowhere to be found when he last checked the place, which was before you arrived. 

With his assurance, you let your moans get louder, moving your hips along his thigh, which was flexed to provide the perfect amount of friction to your bare cunt, your skirt ridden up to the waist. 

“Feels good?” He asked, accent deep as he pulled you up, throwing you on the bed and getting in between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you tighter, pulling your ass cheeks apart. 

Your mouth was open, eyes rolling back when he licked a big stripe of your cunt, groaning and mumbling about how sweet you tasted each time before prepping featherlight kisses all over your cunt, barely touching your clit to tease you. 

When you whined again, he gave in, sucking your clit and running his tongue up and down your folds. 

Unbeknownst to you both, there was someone standing right by the door, curious if there was something wrong with Jake, granted the noises coming from his room were muffled till he reached the door. 

Jeno didn’t mean to breach his privacy by any means, but he was curious and one look wouldn’t hurt anyone—which was his thinking. 

However, he did not expect to see his old fling in the bed with his new step brother, legs wide open as he ate you out. 

He cursed. Jeno had missed you too much when you had to leave the city to shift somewhere else, granted that sex with you was literally the best he used to have, but he never thought he’d find you here, especially in his brother���s bed. 

His body worked faster than his brain for once as he swung opened the door, grasping their attention. 

“Jeno what the fuck?” Jake’s eyes were wide. 

He paid Jake no attention, saying your name in a whisper as your expression mirrored Jake, but yours was more of a realization filled one rather than a horrified one. 

“Jeno—” you breathed out, your body on display for him. 

“You know each other?” Jake asked, glad he still had his clothes on for this interaction. 

Jeno didn’t answer, only striding forward to where you were on Jake’s bed, pulling you as you yelped, wasting no time in kissing you. Jake only scoffed, pushing Jeno off you. 

“She’s with me,” he said, possessiveness in his tone. 

“She’s been with me for years—” Jeno was smirking, and you gasped. 

“Guys, you don’t have to fight,” you said, looking at both of them before they turned to look at each other, clicking their tongues. 

“Want us both, huh? Still a needy little girl I see,” Jeno mocked, getting rid of his clothes just like Jake. 

“Want our cocks together, huh, princess?” Jake asked and you nodded, looking at them with shining eyes, whining to let them know how desperate you were. 

“You go first,” Jake said to Jeno without looking at him, while he flipped you around so your head was on his lap, right near to his cock. 

You gasped, “suck on it like a good girl,” Jake ordered, pushing his cock in your mouth, your eyes watering at how thick his cock was. 

At the very same time, you could feel slender fingers teasing your entrance, thrusting inside your pussy which had you moaning around Jake’s cock, “so wet,” Jeno mumbled, stroking his cock to lubricate it with your juices. 

“Fuck,” Jake groaned when you screamed at the stretch of Jeno’s cock, who had his hands wrapped around your waist as he pumped himself in and out of you. 

You couldn’t remember if you ever felt this full in your life before, mouth and cunt full of thick cocks had you drooling and clenching uncontrollably, “I missed this tight cunt,” Jeno rasped, pistoning harder.

“You like that, baby?” Jake chuckled, his thumb collecting your tear and taking it to his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. 

“Oh, yes she does,” Jeno smirked, spanking your ass, “she’s clenching like crazy, ever so desperate,” his deep voice only led you to your first orgasm, shaking harder when Jake let you breathe, pulling his cock out of your mouth. 

“Fuck! She’s dripping,” Jake observed, and Jeno let him take over switching positions so you were laying on your back. He sat down next to you, tapping your cheek to open your lips, pushing his cock in you for you to taste yourself. 

Jake didn’t wait either, the thickness making your back arch, brain clouded as deep grunts resonated the room, which felt misty with the scent of your activities. 

“That’s it, princess,” Jake cooed, slamming his hips on to yours, faster by each second, your toes curling and eyes closing with overstimulation, even more so when the two boys started playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting them, Jake paying attention to your sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles with the pad of his thumb. 

You felt as if you had reached the highest you could ever feel, being fucked dumb, their praises mixed with degradation only sent you to your edge, whiny curses leaving your lips in an incoherent manner. 

“Fill her up, she likes it,” Jeno said, his cock twitching in you, and Jake groaned, his own orgasm approaching. 

“Of course she likes it, look at her being a needy fucking mess for us,” Jake chuckled. 

Both of them couldn’t hold back any longer, and neither could you as Jake emptied his balls deep in your cunt, Jeno doing the same in your mouth, his cum leaking out of your mouth. 

You felt yourself blanking out, crying as you squirted all over Jake’s length before falling limp in their arms. 

They worked in sync, Jake caressing your back gently as Jeno got you water, and you looked at them with stars in your eyes as you breathed out, directing your words to both of them. 

“You own me now.”

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♱ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ♱

welcome to the experiments of sex terror where each character x reader takes place within a different kink. if your able to handle the horror of sex mania then you can proceed... may all the kinky whores enjoy kinktober 23’ !

this will be my first kinktober, so remember to have patience as I am learning to navigate throughout this upcoming month xx. all writings will have content warnings, so i'd recommend you to read the warnings as well as the guidelines to what i write!!

all fics will be displayed at the top, while drabbles/headcanons will be at the bottom. (scroll down)

— from one kinky whore to another <3

main masterlist - taglist ( +18 )

- OCT. 07 - “Stakes won’t hurt me darling.”

KINK : PARAPHILIA — vampire!gojo x hunter!reader

october 31st a blood-thirsty vampire appeared within the shadows of the london, preying on innocent civilians. it was your job as a vampire hunter to execute this fiend, but how would that be knowing you were the missing puzzle to his piece.

- OCT. 14 - “A game of Fox and the Little Mouse.”

KINK : CORRUPTION — stalker!toji x reader

letters from an unknown sender, suddenly start appearing at your doorstep every night with a questionable slogan- the Hunter and it's Prey. who could this sender be? and why did the victim have to be you?

- OCT. 21 - “How about a different kind of studying?”

KINK : DUMBIFICATION — tutor!atsumu x reader

it's the night of Halloween and you're stuck getting tutored by one of your fellow classmates. he's everything a girl could dream of, but why did you have to land on bad luck while all your friends got to party, or so you thought.

- OCT. 28 - “Smile for the camera as I slaughter your cunt.”

KINK : VOYEURISM — ghost face!suna x reader

you were now the new helpeless victim in his sequel. stumbling upon the infamous ghost face- inviting you into his film, recording live. starring @/ghostface and his new helpeless victim.

- OCT. 31 - “Am I too much for you dear?”

KINK : DEGRADATION — assassin!getou x reader

a quiet town rose with suspicion as the sudden news of a murder lurking within the shadows- though stumbling upon his shadows leads you into a vacant mansion. what will you do when faced with this cold-blooded killer.

- OCT. 01 -

KINK : BONDAGE — könig x reader

- OCT. 08 -

KINK : SPANKING — nanami x reader

- OCT. 15 -

KINK : FACE-SITTING — incubus!bokuto x reader

- OCT. 22 -

KINK : THIGH-RIDING — mean dom!getou x reader

- OCT. 29 -

KINK : HATE-FUCKING — simon ghost x reader

[rageserenity]

It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.

For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!

With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otp…all winners in my book.)

The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.

Mutual Pining

Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.

2. Alternate Meetings

There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?

3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink

This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!

4. Canon Fix-It

All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.

5. Hurt/Comfort

Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together ❤️‍🩹

6. Canon Compliant

Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!

7. Beach Divorce

Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!

8. Domestics

Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.

9. Found Family

The real heart of x-men!

10. Time Travel

There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.

11. AU

Love a good AU!

12. There Is Only One Bed

Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?

13. Genosha

By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We aren’t making a big enough deal about this.

14. Declaration(s) of Love

Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said it…without saying it?

15. Jealousy

Need I say more.

16. Reunion

These two have absolutely no chill.

17. Soulmates

Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.

18. The DOFP Aircraft

The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?

19. Gay Mutant Road Trip

You already know.

20. Body Swap

SO fun when people have superpowers.

21. First Kiss

When? How? Who initiated it?

22. The Mansion

Mansion!content is a genre of its own.

23. Conflicting Ideology

Give me your theses. Who’s right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.

24. Sebastian Shaw

A trope unto himself.

25. Team As Matchmaker

They had to have known something was going on, didn’t they?

26. Cooking

Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticity…

27. Hurt No Comfort

Plenty of scope with these two 🥲

28. Growing Old Together

Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!

29. Making Up

*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe

30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know

Rising to each other’s defense. Only I can insult this man.

I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Here’s a fic collection for the same. Let’s get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if you’ve got anything to say! And most importantly, let’s all have fun 😁

*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factor—I’m super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesn’t flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)

If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.

Shoutout to @inmymagnetoera for reaching out and helping with this!

[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 25. messed up

chapter tags/warnings: naoya fucks toji's ex-wife again. aggressive sex. creampie-ing. misogynistic! naoya. hurt/comfort. naoya views women as nothing but a hole. broken marriage. heavy angst. infidelity/adultery. family drama. strong language. manipulation undertones. corruption. 

word count: 4.1k

notes: thank you always for all the support! on to the plot for our final arc! this beginning excerpt is a rewording from a line in “spy x family” (any fans out there?) that i believe captures the dynamics in our characters as well. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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❝ Every person has a self that one conceals, a side not shown to anyone else. Not to friends. Not to lovers. Not even to family. Behind lies and painted smiles, individuals shield their true natures and desires…and, in doing so, the world thus maintains its thin veneer of peace. ❞

Who in the world was Toji Zenin?

The Toji that you had always known was Toji Fushiguro, so what was your husband’s cognomen doing besides your sex therapist’s first name on the latter's university diploma?

Even Google seemed to deny that Toji Zenin existed.

Showing results instead for ‘Toji Fushiguro.’

No, that was not what you wanted! 

One step forward in understanding this enigmatic man might as well be three steps backward because, each time you thought you had learned something about him, you only come to the realization that nothing much had been discovered at all.

But as investigations via search engines, social media sites, and Wikipedia pages proved futile, sources that could quell your curiosity dwindled.

So, you turned to your last resort.

“Who’s Toji Zenin?”

“What—”

Across from you, the raspberry macaron in Mai’s hand stopped by her lips as the girl snapped her focus from the pastry to your unanticipated question, with Maki visibly turning stiff in the adjacent chair. The three of you sat surrounding a small table in the twin’s private lounge, located in the northern wing within the Zenin residence. 

Visiting the central family property was not uncommon ever since your engagement and wedding earlier this year, but the architecture would never fail to impress you. The mansion itself resembled the Imperial Palace more than anything—an edificial centerpiece defined by the elegance and simplicity inherent in traditional Japanese design, with latticework embellishing the wooden exterior and, inside, carefully painted doors opening into tatami rooms.

Given that Mai and Maki were back in Tokyo for their summer breaks from universities abroad, the sisters established themselves as your close friends and had brought you into their tea room, adorned with European furnishings that would come off as atypical compared to the Japanese heirlooms elsewhere in the residence. On the table sat an imported tea set from England, at the center a French-inspired pastry tower prepared with caramel-topped croquembouches, chocolate-covered profiteroles, and the like. 

In great admiration, the sisters had been barraging you with inquiries about your life back in your bachelorette days, asking about your volunteering trip to the Philippines or the charity auctions in Dubai.

Now, with the shift in discussion, the sisters exchanged an uneasy look.

An entire conversation appeared to be held in the way they traded glances. The usual sparkle in their eyes faded, which must mean the girls were remarkably uncomfortable, but Mai forced a polite smile as she placed down her macaron. 

“Y/N,” she began carefully, “May we ask how you know Toji?”

Even though she tried to spin the question as casual curiosity, her apprehension could not be more obvious. 

“I don’t know him, really,” you lied. While dishonesty went against your morals, watching the twins’ shoulders fall with relief was enough to assuage the guilt. “He’s just…” My friend, to put things in the mildest terms. “He’s just a name I have heard. That’s all.”

Maki dabbed at her mouth with a lace handkerchief, not making a big deal as she added, “Toji’s a cousin.”

So, the Zenin last name on his diploma was not a coincidence at all. 

Such a groundbreaking discovery should have thrown you into a whole whirlwind but, to be frank, the realization did not come off as too surprising at all. If anything, Toji as a member of the Zenin family was the perfect explanation to why Toji seemed so astute, why he would talk like he knew more about Naoya than you, and—as Geto had once said—why Toji was ‘not where he could possibly be.’ 

While Toji’s reason for opting for the Fushiguro name remained a mystery, what you did know now was that he was indeed affiliated with the twins before you by blood, which—by extension—must mean that Toji would also be a cousin to…

…your husband. 

Wait.

An unsettling chill ran down your spine.

“Cousins, as in,” part of you didn’t want to know the answer, “distant cousins? Or…?”

“No,” the older twin interjected matter-of-factly, not knowing the full background behind your seemingly innocuous question. “First cousins.” 

Ah, so the closest type of cousins possible, which was exactly what you had hoped not to hear. With this additional information, you tried to hide the clamminess in your palms. What would be the best word to describe this void now? Did you feel disappointed? Misled? Betrayed? Toji certainly had known that you were wed to his younger cousin, yet he willingly chose to hide his background as he kissed you, touched you, and fucked you.

A reversal from your sentiments before, you currently felt both disgusted and hurt.

Why did Toji keep this information from you? What sick person derived satisfaction from having sex with his first cousin’s wife? You were so damn stupid for placing all your trust in him. Looking at the situation now, he was just another iteration of the same manipulative and disrespectful man you had been trying so hard to avoid. 

“Are you close with Toji?” 

Mai shook her head. “No. We don’t talk to him anymore.” Her comment struck as odd. Anymore? Had they once been, then? Before you could ask, her gaze darted around in caution before she leaned forward and said lowly, “For your information, Naoya got into a huge dispute with him earlier this year.”

That’s quite recent. 

You understood that Mai and Maki had been uncharacteristically tight-lipped as they did not want to slander the family heir in front of his wife. Blissful ignorance was what the twins must be thinking, hoping to preserve the peace between you and your husband. However, what you had yet to reveal was the broken marriage that had been masked for everyone’s sake, disguised by a pretense that all was well.

Which was why, on that note, the timing could not have been more perfect as a tall young man with ombre hair and hazel eyes flung open the door in one unforgiving slam, rattling the fine china and startling the seated individuals inside.

“There you are, you whore!” 

Your eyes widened with shock upon seeing Naoya Zenin in the entryway, your husband’s scowl icy and malicious. He came stomping toward you as his eyes held a dangerous hostility that was impossible to ignore, and you could oddly sense an impending doom when he stormed with zero regard for anything in his path, kicking aside a potted plant and toppling over a ceramic vase.

Standing up, you tried to hide the confusion that befuddled your already mish-mashed brain. 

Today was Tuesday.

Was he not supposed to be at work?

“Naoya,” you began calmly, cognizant of the onlooking sisters behind you, “this is not the right place to—”

“You’re such a fucking desperate bitch, aren’t you?” His words were sharp and bitter, his glare filled with hatred like a fire doused with gasoline. Before you could request clarification, he stopped steps away and swung his right hand up, pressing a black business card to your stunned face, the paper crinkled from his intense grip and rendering you petrified in your stance. 

No, this couldn’t be…

From your peripheral view, you watched Mai and Maki place their hands over their open mouths as they read Toji Fushiguro’s calligraphed name on the business card that also had in obvious words: 'sex therapist.' Shame racked your stomach. Merely minutes ago, you convinced the twins that Toji was to you nothing more than a name, and now, karma bit you back like a bitch. 

With your voice evaporated, you croaked.

“Where did you find that?” You had been sure that you placed the badge away.

Naoya used his anger to crumple the card and tossed the now useless paper ball to the side. “In your purse,” he gritted, “How long were you planning to hide this from me?”

The ensuing guilt suffocated you. “I—” I don’t know.

Sensing the weakness in your will, Naoya burst into a maniacal laughter that cracked through the air, creating a disconcerting symphony. He bent forward, shoulders convulsing with every diabolic and mirthful guffaw. 

“You’re so god fucking pathetic, woman. Do you have any idea who Toji Fushiguro is? That bastard is Toji Zenin, you ignorant slut—he is my cousin. Well, I guess I never told you about him, though, because he doesn’t fucking matter anymore anyway. I don’t know how you ended up crossing paths with him, but this is hilarious!” The man kept cackling and roaring like he had gone insane. “Were you two brewing shit about me? Actually, let me guess since you’d gotten hold of this business card: did you have sex with him? Did you have sex with Toji? Going around fucking your husband and then your husband’s cousin is nothing to be proud of. Tell me, did you meet the other sex therapists as well? Did you get stretched out by them, too? Whose dick did you like best? Whose? Whose? Is that what you like, being passed around and used like some sick trophy? What a fucking animal! How dare you disrespect our marriage. How dare you disrespect your own hus—”

Your hand lashed out before you could suppress the impulse and delivered one resounding slap across Naoya’s face. You watched him shut up and stumble backward, clutching his cheek. 

"Ow!"

For a moment, the world seemed frozen still: the sisters gaping in complete stupefaction, your husband staring at the ground wide-eyed, and you heaving from the incoming emotional onslaught.

”How dare you…How fucking dare you disrespect me!” The coalescence of anger, agony, and resentment—bottled up in your heart for months upon months—was now being released as you dissolved into tears. “What the hell is wrong with you?! How could you say such messed up things? You are sick in the head, Naoya, you know that? Out of respect for myself, how could I possibly respect you?!” The only sound echoing in the room became your uncontrollable cries, sobs that escaped past your lips in raw and muffled bursts. Torn apart by sorrow, you could hardly breathe from how constricted your throat had become, your knees wobbling and weak. “Y-You have no idea how lonely and miserable I have been since I walked down that aisle. For the past six months, you—as my husband—have done absolutely nothing but make me feel like a rat in my own home, a mistress in my own marriage!” 

“Fantastic! Exactly what I wanted to hear, I am glad I have made your life horrible!” Naoya snarled, not caring for how everyone else’s eyes widened at the scathing statement. Unbelievable. Truly, painfully unbelievable. Did your husband really just say that to your face? He could not give a shit that you wept pitifully, instead catching your shaky wrist in the tightest grasp possible as he added on, “My only regret is that I had not made your life even worse.” 

“What the fuck!” you heard Mai gasp as a gut reaction.

What the fucking fuck, indeed.

While you had been subject to Naoya’s verbal harassment during these many weeks, for him to tell you that he wished he had tortured you further was beyond heartless. The searing ache that burned your skin might as well be fatal because your respiration turned erratic like someone had trapped you inside a bubble.

Hyperventilating, you subsisted on shallow gasps.

“Don’t go around thinking that you’re any better, alright? You’re calling me pathetic for sleeping with your cousin, but have you considered that I had been placed in that position because, since the start, you’ve been cheating on your wife?” 

Yelling at his face allowed you to release more tears from your lachrymose eyes. Now, Mai and Maki must truly be appalled at all these revelations. What happened to the fairy-tale marriage you had told them about? Well, that never existed to begin with, and with these thoughts in mind, you found a sadistic satisfaction in watching your lawful spouse fume with deep-seated rage. 

“That’s right,” you mused with derision, “we’ve been two sides of the same coin all along.”

Naoya clenched his hands at his sides, disgusted to have been compared to you. “Do not put me on the same level as—”

“No. No, you don't get to talk! All you have done since we have been married is for you to talk and complain and bitch about everything, but now, this is my turn,” you screamed in return. “I…I hate you!” and you pointed right at him, “In fact, I despise you. You never tried to see what I had to tolerate to stay with an asshole like yourself because you had been too busy sticking your dick into another woman while you could hardly look at me! No wonder your cousins worried about me. No wonder Toji told me to file for a divorce. Because you, Naoya Zenin, are a total piece of shit!”

His momentary pause hinted at the tiniest self-actualization that flickered within him. Perhaps he finally realized how you had been feeling now that you freely spat out all the turmoil that had been chaining your soul. He took one additional step toward you, torn between whether he should keep up with his anger or succumb to remorse for hurting you.

But, knowing this man, he—of course—opted for the former. 

“I never,” he seethed lowly, “wanted this marriage.” 

Maybe you truly have become deranged or maybe you genuinely found his statement funny, for you began to emit tearful cackles in your laughter.

“Now, that is one big fucking lie.” Since your earliest encounter, Toji had suggested that Naoya solely regarded you as nothing more than ‘a sweet, innocent fuck,’ and the longer you had stayed with your husband, the more you began to acknowledge how these accusations were all true. “We all know that you’re going to be nothing without me. A CEO who could hardly keep his wife for half a year? What a loser. What makes you believe that I wanted to be married to you? Who do you even think would want to do business with you after this? You never had respect in the real world because all that respect rests upon me.”

While you never fully understood Naoya, your words must have snapped a particular chord in him because he suddenly lunged forward.

“Fucking cunt—” 

But before he could get too close, you darted away from him. “Don’t touch me!” you shrieked, voice shrill from the top of your lungs. “Do not ever touch me again. If you want to lay your dirty hands on someone, go touch your girlfriend instead!”

That’s right, he had another woman who he doted on far more than he could appreciate you. This wedding band, this engagement ring on your left hand meant absolutely nothing. Toji had been spot on—why the hell did you cling onto stupid shit like this, twisting the jewelry as if that would save your messed-up union? Without further empathy, you slid off the two rings and hurled them toward your husband’s chest before the circlets clinked upon hitting the ground.

At first, Naoya scoffed. He watched the ludicrous scene with a comical gaze, and when his brain processed what he just saw, he quickly fell onto his knees. All at once, he tossed his head back and let out a chortle—a full-bodied cachinnation that took the room completely aback—as his hysteria mounted.

“Good, good, good!” His screeches were like those of a maniac, his chuckles haunting, throaty, and lacking in sanity. “I’m glad that you’ve come to show the witch that you have been all along! Look at yourself! No wonder no one wanted you!”

Unable to be a bystander any longer, Mai stood up and hurled toward her cousin. “Shut the hell up, Naoya!” 

But the said man was quick, using one powerful movement to punch the older twin first. “You shut the hell up, scum. Unless you want to be pummeled to the point where people will feel sorry to look in your direction.”

“Watch what you say!” and when Naoya turned to the new voice, the evil glint gleaming from his brown eyes appeared ablaze.

“Oh? Someone’s bold, too. Shall I bully you first then, Maki?” the timbre in his disdainful laugh crescendoed into unhinged amusement. “Say one more word, little girl,” he taunted, his imp-like face riddled with mockery. “C’mon. I dare you. I will throw you into the courtyard and beat your ugly face up. That’ll bring back warm memories from the good old days, huh?”

The younger twin gritted her teeth, her sister reaching for her arm as a signal to back down and stay levelheaded.

Meanwhile, once Naoya rose from the floor, he nonchalantly kicked at the rings because those emblems of your union had always been meaningless garbage anyway.

“If wanted to leave this badly, then fucking leave,” he deadpanned, his tone the calmest he had been this whole time. “I don’t give a fuck anymore.” 

Those were your husband’s last words as he walked away, leaving you sobbing and shuddering with a lost soul and sore heart. While weeping and gasping, you had to endure watching his figure fade from view, all while wanting to stop the uncomfortable distress that heightened with his departure. You were huffing, panting, trying to stop your trembling.

The second Naoya slammed the door behind him, Maki ran up to your side and embraced your shaking form, all while you bawled and clutched at yourself. Her expression remained strong, but her palms were damp as they pressed onto your back, her arms quavering slightly as she soothed your cries.

“Sh, don’t cry. My sister and I are here, okay? Mai and I will protect you. Everything will be alright.”

Despite her reassurances, she sounded nearly as broken as you appeared, especially when your hand violently trembled because nothing could save you from the agony that drowned your tattered soul. You felt the disgusting urge to throw up—you were completely broken inside. In a futile attempt, you sought to regulate your breaths with one deep inhale.

Yet, at some point, Maki peeled back and she mouthed something.

Was she talking to you? 

Why…why could you not hear her?

She sounded so muffled, as though you were underwater.

Why did everything sound so far away?

With your throat constricted, you could not breathe. Gagging. Gasping. Big, huge gulps of air, but the oxygen failed to enter your lungs. You couldn’t breathe. You could not fucking breathe. 

You gripped the fabric by your chest and your other hand sought for something else to hold, but you ended up on the ground anyway. Choking. Coughing. Was something foaming at your mouth? Something warm and wet spilled from your orifices. Were you vomiting? Why were you vomiting?

Holding your body upright, Maki was the only reason that you had not remained on the floor like a fool, but even she stared at you with concern and…horror? Why did she look so scared? Was she screaming? She looked like she was screaming, but her face appeared all contorted like you were looking at her through a fish-eye lens. 

After a while, you could not even see her or her sister anymore because your vision turned spotty and then black. 

See! 

Open your eyes, and see! 

Why could you not see?

When your hearing returned to some degree, the sounds that filled your ears were frantic shouts and endless clamor.

“Call Toji! He’ll know what to do. Hurry, where is your phone?” It was Mai. Scrambling. Bags were being opened. Items being tossed. “Call Toji, now!”

A phone started to ring.

Buzzes and buzzes and more buzzes as the waiting intensified.

Then voicemail. 

Hello, this is Toji Fushiguro.  

“He is not picking up!” 

Unfortunately, I am unable to pick up the phone right now. 

“Get…”

But please leave your name and number—

“Get Megumi.” 

—and I will return your call as soon as possible.

“What about Tusmiki?”

“Tsumiki is still in London at university, idiot! Call…Call Megumi!”

“Okay. I know, I know! I’m calling him already!” someone screamed back. Was this Mai? Was this Maki? You could no longer tell, but the same person shouted, “Wait, wait. He is calling back. Toji is calling me back.”

“Then pick up the phone!”

“Toji…” one of the twins started, the cracks in her tone making her sound like she was weeping too, and her words composed your last bits of memory before the world dissolved completely. “Please…help us.”

Even labeling Naoya Zenin as ballistic would be far too much of an understatement.

The rage, wrath, and sheer indignation that swelled in his every capillary surpassed the twenty-five years' worth of virulent rancor that he had for his fucked-up family.

Since when did you get so goddamn arrogant? Naoya wanted to hurt you, ruin you, and do everything in his power to sabotage you. 

Not just you, though. Because that would be too easy.

But also his father, his cousins, his ex-coworkers, and—most importantly—Toji. 

Such ill feelings were what led the Zenin CEO to practically leap into the Mercedes-Benz that awaited him at the entrance to his family home, and he immediately ordered his chauffeur to press on the pedal toward a very certain condominium several kilometers away.

Fifteen minutes later, a very surprised Mari opened her door and an enraged Naoya greeted her, shoving her against the wall and colliding his lips into hers for a fierce kiss. His actions lacked passion, only charged with aggression as he stripped her and threw her onto the living room sofa. He could hardly care that he treated the woman as though she was nothing more than a prostitute, while the latter mistook her boyfriend’s rage for desperation, and she begged for him to pull at her hair and force his tongue down her mouth. 

At some point, Naoya drove his mistress’s face into the couch cushion and dragged her hips to have her ass raised high. He was too clouded by fury and too blinded by anger to think twice before he forcefully penetrated the woman. He fucked her raw and held her close, jostling her body as though she was a ragdoll, eliciting her loudest mewls that cried for his name. 

“J-Just like that!” she whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of her head as he pummeled into her dripping hole, paying no mercy for destroying her with his ruthless pace. Her knees gave out from under her, and she crumbled from the sofa and into the carpet, only for him to tumble too to follow the socket he needed to keep his dick soaked. 

“I need to break you,” he hissed.

Fuck, he was going to come soon. 

His nails left crescent marks on her flesh, his hands burning her scalp as he tugged her strands and met her buttocks with hard thrusts, and he knew he was going to come. 

Feeling the first of his seed trick into his mistress’s life-giving cavern, he toyed with the idea of giving Tsumiki and Megumi a baby sibling. That would be fun. He could then imagine the subsequent mortified reactions from his deplorable cousin and from his wretched wife (whom he would hardly call himself married to anymore, anyway). The fantasies, everything that he would do to spite those who had wronged him, had Naoya cackling as his viscous cum spurted from his tip and deep into his mistress’s womb.

He pulled out once he made sure that every single drop had been milked from him, his ejaculate dribbling from her pussy like someone had taken a bite from a cream-filled donut.

Rolling into the carpet and onto her back, a panting Mari took two fingers and pressed his precious seed back into her cunt. “That was so hot.” A lazy smile pulled across her face. “Thank you for the unexpected visit.”

Naoya completely dismissed her comments as he tucked himself back into his pants, not in the right mood to respond. 

“Cool. Clean this mess up,” he demanded instead, “I’m leaving for work.” 

He ignored the woman’s ensuing pleas to stay at least five minutes longer. Unlike her, he had better things to do, and he rushed out as he fetched his phone from his back pocket and surveyed for any messages he might have missed while he had been away. 

But when he turned on his screen, his most recent notification had his blood turn cold.

last chapter || next chapter

end notes: The absolute fury in the argument, the complete panic between the twins, and the maniacal temperament in our husband…so much packed in this chapter! If you can’t tell already, my favorite POV to write from is Naoya’s, ha. Also, I took some creative liberty here to convey the intense emotions, so let me know what you think! Hugs to all.

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[heartmush]

【㊩】 STARS UNLIGN, ALIGN, ALIGHT.

The 29th Mansion welcomes you.

[official-misery-mansion-fangame]

Every Misery Mansion character! The little green blob and the fake pizzajohn are the same person! All of the lore is in my google doc (That is half finished)

[silantryoo]

LOOKALIKE ; jang wonyoung

non-idol! jang wonyoung x non-idol! reader

SYNOPSIS ;  wonyoung hated herself for letting y/n go, almost as much as she hated her annoyingly smug girlfriend (who everyone hates except for y/n). she knows it's probably too late, but that's not gonna stop her from trying to get her back.

TAGS ; non-idol x non-idol! reader, university au, college au, wlw, angst, fluff, idol au, exs to friends to lovers, slow burn, crack, smau

WARNINGS ; strong language, drama, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation and abuse, slut shaming, overworking, toxic school life, mild violence, suggestive jokes, suicide jokes, mentions of sexual acts

FEATURING ; ive, aespa, kim minju, jo yuri, choi yena, mentions of itzy, nmixx and various other idols

STATUS ; ONGOING!

UPDATE TIMES ; whenever i can

MAIN PLAYLIST!!

profiles. SUMA. WYS-THERAPISTS. 01S-AND-THEIR-BABIES. HAIKYUU-IRL.

chapters.

01. SHE WANTS A HAPPY COOKIE FAMILY

02. i MISJ HER SMM

03. BRO THAT'S GAEUL??

04. does she look like this

05. wonyoung?

06. what? x3

07. bc i love you

08. let me be delulu

09. unlike you

10. on my way!

bonus: all too well

11. REI DELETE

12. sum naruto shit

13. keep smiling.

14. men from itaewon

15. IS IT ME???

16. pls [REDACTED] me

17. yh ok wtvr.

18. pissy pants

bonus: she was better

19. A HICKEY?

20. PARTY???

21. Y/N. GO.

22. eat a dick

23. ill give you a whore

bonus: mansion parties

bonus: jimin's l/n y/n.

bonus: wish you were sober

24. where r u?

25. HUUUUH?

26. in secret.

bonus: peace.

27. you're a minjeong

28. KILL NAOI REI.

29. adopt a friend!

30. virgin

bonus: gravity

31. WHAT IS THAT?

32. love birds

33. ill txt u ltr

34. more than me?

35. this.

36. sexy number

bonus: why.

37. my crescent roll

38. baby pls.

39. hyewon

40. youre so cute

41. TAKE UR MEDS?

42. flowers

43. idc

bonus: minjeong-unnie

44. i need you

45. jiyn

46. huh :D?

47. 2kim

48. anything for you

bonus: gaeul's ahn yujin.

49. choke

bonus: yonsei

50. mj

bonus: minjeong's deal

51. what

bonus: exile.

52. tell me

53. ru fr?

bonus: you owe me

54. i do

55. yizhuo

56. JIWON SAID NO

bonus: it all falls down

57. the (ye)jimin effect

bonus: the last great american dynasty, pt 1.

58. the owva

bonus: the last great american dynasty, pt 2.

59. who tf

60. to me

bonus: goodbye, my danish sweetheart

61. malding

62. consuming...?

more to come...

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