#maybe im not safe. idk. i just keep crying

[lottalove01]

rant <3

[skunkg1rll]

🦨💭

[piplupod]

i am going to be soooo fucked for this therapy appt _(:_」∠)_

[wonderfulxhappiness]

sometimes i look at things i write and i go "huh. my mental illness is showing"

[soldier-poet-king]

So I watched the tlovm eps and I haven't watched cr1 yet but know the major plot points but let me tell you I did NOT realize that all the pretty edits with "do not go far from me" were in reference to THAT plot point and the two of them together just. Managed to kill me I think. Just lying in bed unable to do any of my other plans for this evening

[silverislander]

looking with the BIGGEST saddest wettest eyes at the queer choir that i Just learned exist in my city bc i can't even go

[4byun]

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[icannotgetoverbirds]

i was gonna be all lonely on main until i realized that my friend is literally doing the exact same thing id be wanting from a partner so this post is now officially a shoutout to him. dude, i cannot tell you how much i appreciate you just vibing with me when I haven't got the energy to really participate in or contribute much to the conversation. you are my best friend and I love you /p.

like i've got no spoons rn so i was a bit worried id have to spend the afternoon alone bc who wants to hang out with me while im like this but then i realized you. you want to hang out with me even when im like this. you're like a damn brother to me. you're family.

you're a piece of home.

[mejomonster]

I need a really pretty shiny nice to touch pendant on a necklace I can play with in my fingers when I'm tense as all hell

By need I mean now. Right now. Because I already feel the stress of work tomorrow and the fact i do Not have a very smooth fun to touch calming pendant on Right Now and will Not have one on tomorrow terrifies me. I just wanna get thru tomorrow without breaking down I'm begging

[weebsinstash]

As much as I strongly dislike when a series kind of "cages" the self insert/OC potential of its audience, it's becoming pretty clear that there's a certain level of pre-determined-ness to Sinners and their appearances, almost to the point it's vaguely implied entire sections of Pentagram City are like, ethnically/visually distinct and that every character we see fits into some sort of category and resembles other people. There's an Overlord who's a giant raptor dinosaur and there are other dinosaur Sinners (and also she's like the club/rave based overlord and even has a business, Klub Kaiju, interesting). Valentino is a moth and there are other moths and different bugs like spiders. In the most recent episode showing flashbacks of Hell in Alastor's past, there was a past female Overlord who had the same multi-toned angular swirling hair as Velvette does. In Vox's studio in episode two, he has members of staff that are visually similar to his own aesthetic. Even up in Heaven, Angel's sister Molly still has her spider aesthetic with a halo and cherub wings

so, i guess, to go where I'm ACTUALLY going with this post.... Moth Reader who winds up catching Valentino's eyes because "oh wow we're both moths, isn't that cute" and it escalates into him seeing you as his property, ESPECIALLY if you also have weird drugging/pheromone powers like him

Like can you imagine it? You smack down into the city while he's like having lunch at a cafe or his limo is parked at a light and you're standing up all confused and helpless and cute, hugging yourself as you look around this loud violent scary new place, and you two wind up making exact eye contact and he can tell you're crying and scared, easy prey. Could you picture Reader's equivalent of his coat being that you're in a little hoodie or jacket or shawl and it just unwraps while you're sitting with him. Idk. You accidentally inhale some of his smoke and just give a cute little sneeze and your antenna and your wings are all just poofing out, you basically just equipped that shit from your inventory. On the fence if Reader would have chest fur but maybe your hair hair is really big and long and silky

Moth Reader having eye spots on their wings that can lull someone into hypnosis, or you have some sort of pheromone that makes people weak to your demands, maybe even horny for you, like some mind controlling queen bee ordering her drones. Val's in the bathroom and some creep grabs you and all of a sudden your antenna twitch and his face gets hit with a little puff of 'dust' and suddenly he's letting go of you, "oh my gosh sweetie I am so sorry, here, take all the money in my wallet, you deserve it, I'm so sorry queen, I'm gonna go jump into traffic, sorry queen, sorry, sorry, im a worm, sorry, sorry"

Valentino having unique reactions to your "pollen" as another moth or at least an addict with a tolerance. He buries his face in your neck so you "poof" him on purpose and he's just hotboxing your scent and getting high and horny while you're struggling and squealing. He forces you to use your powers on him and others so they can feel happy and high. At some point he may even force you to keep producing the powder so he can sell it as a drug or a product and at that point you're BIG INCOME for him, he might as well carry you around like his personal vape pen

Like. Can you even imagine "oh yeah Im super lucky enough that i have these powers to protect myself and potentially manipulate others" and you think you're safe and untouchable and this man is like using his fucking credit card to shift your powder into lines to snort it like a rail of cocaine. You can turn "normal" Sinners into your helpless pawns but it loses effectiveness the stronger the person is and this man is like HOTBOXING your shit, all but passing out on the couch with you in his arms in pure drug seeking unrestrained bliss. And then he fucks ya cause I mean, it's YOUR fault he's all hot and bothered now isn't it?

Just Reader not even knowing how much danger they're in because you just got here and have no idea who this guy is and you're just spinning around looking at your new appearance and flapping your little wings and maybe you can even float or fly a little bit, all happy, big big smiles, being all "oh my gosh this is so cool, I feel so cute ^^" and you don't even realize you're practically modeling yourself on a runway to one very, VERY interested customer...

[worldlxvlys]

the fic u wrote called “use me” WAS SO GOOD OMG. you should write smth where chris is sub and the reader overstimulates him (like he cums like 6 times & he's crying & has to use there safe word) it’s kind of a similar request to the one u already did but idk maybe u could creative w it and do other stuff then like just head and riding. this is so aggressive but idc im a SLUT for sub chris & overstimulation.

pepsi

dwb! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: ummm this is straight filth so don’t read if you don’t want to , oral (male receiving), p in v, overstimulation, use of vibrator , use of wrist tie, use of safe word

dwb! chris masterlist

thanks for the request !! hope you like <333

I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS !!

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“you’re so needy tonight, baby” i said to chris, who kept rubbing his bulge against me.

“really need you to fuck the shit out of me ma” he said as planted kisses down his chest.

“you sure ? cause if you want, i can get that bitch whose hands are always on you” i said in a firm, annoyed tone.

“she’s just a customer princess, no one fucks me like you do”

“i know” i said, looking meeting his lust-filled gaze.

eagerly, we quickly helped each other out of our clothes.

“wanna try something new?” i asked, remembering that i had received a new toy in the mail earlier.

“always, baby” with that, i reached into my nightstand grabbing a vibrator and a wrist tie.

when he saw this, his eyes widened. “am i tying you up baby?” he asked.

“nope, i’m tying you up. unless you don’t want me to?”

“of course i do baby, love when you take control” with that i tied his hands together, behind his back.

“you know your safeword?” “pepsi”

“perfect, baby” i said as i gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“are you using the vibrator on yourself ma?” he asked, eagerly. i switched it on.

“nope” i said as i placed it on his tip, making him buck his hips in surprise.

“holy shit ma, fuck fuck fuck” oh he’s in for a long night.

“feel good, chris?” i asked as i moved my face closer to his dick.

“yea ma, holy fuck”

i licked a stripe up his member, watching him squirm.

“jesus baby”

“hmmm you think anyone else can make you feel this good?”

he was feeling so much pleasure, all he could get out was strangled moans.

i grabbed his dick and squeezed the base of it, never moving the vibrator from his tip.

“shit yes!” his eyes widened. “i mean no! no! no one makes me feel like you! oh my gosh”

chris was never usually this vocal, so i was eating this up.

“hmm chris, what’s wrong? can’t even think straight huh?” i asked teasingly.

i took his balls in my mouth, now moving the vibrator up and down his shaft.

“m-ma, if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum”

i briefly paused to answer, “good” and went back to work on his dick.

his hips started to sputter, and he shot out thick white ropes of cum.

without a moment of hesitation, i liked him clean.

“holy shit baby” he said, breathing heavily.

i switched the vibrator off, setting it aside and moving my face back to his cock.

i swirled my tongue around his dick, making him buck his hips up and accidentally pushing himself to the back of my throat.

“baby, baby i’m so sens-“ he cut himself off with a moan as i continued to deepthroat him.

i reached down with my free hand, and played with my clit.

his groans turned into whimpers as i began to moan against him.

“feels so, fuck,so g-good baby”

i moaned in response to his praise, and he fell over the edge again.

i gave him a chance to recover, running my hands up his thighs soothingly and leaving kisses on his abs.

“gonna ride you now” i said moving my legs on either side of him, straddling him.

i didn’t wait for a response as i lined him up with my hole and slowly lowered myself onto him.

“mmmmmm” he whined. i watched as his arms flexed while he tried to fight against his restraint.

i waited a few seconds, and started to move in circular motions loving the way his dick pressed against my walls.

“mmm hm hmmm” more whines, before i started to bounce on his dick.

“ughhhhhh chris you feel so fucking good” i said feeling his dick deep inside of me.

he didn’t last long, already pretty sensitive from his previous orgasms.

“mmmmm- cumming cumming” he whined out as he released inside me. i kept going, determined to finish.

he continued to whine and whimper, while i fucked myself on his cock. his head was thrown back, overtaken with pleasure.

“c’mon chris, know you can make it baby” i said. i was so close to my orgasm.

“fuck chris, i’m cumming baby” i said. shortly after, i released on his cock.

my own release seemed to trigger another from him, taking us both by surprise as he let out a deep moan.

“tell me baby, does anyone else make you cum this much?” he didn’t answer.

he was in a blissed out state, eyes glazed over with lust, his hair sticking to his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin.

i grabbed the vibrator, turning it on quickly and placing it where his dick and my pussy met.

“i asked you a god damn question chris”

“no no no no, no one, fuck, no one else. no one else”

the vibrator was hitting my clit perfectly, and i started to rock my body into it.

“shit chris”

chris’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as tears started to fall from his eyes.

“too much, too much baby”

i started to bounce again as i kept the vibrator against my clit, getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

i clenched around him as i released all over his cock again. i then lifted myself off of him and began to jerk him off to help him finish.

his hips twitched violently and i watched him squirm as he got closer and closer.

then, finally, strings of cum shot out of his dick. the more i pumped, the more cum flew out. i was milking him dry.

“OK OK! PEPSI PEPSI!” he yelled.

immediately, i let go of him and untied his wrists.

“shit baby, are you ok?” i asked, becoming concerned.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry chris”

he then cupped my face. “it’s ok baby, no need to apologize. that was hot as fuck, i just didn’t know if you were ever gonna stop”

“i don’t know if i was either, honestly” we both laughed.

i gave him a kiss to the forehead, “i’m gonna go run you a bath, baby” i said.

“thanks ma”

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…….heyyyy

idek what to say.

i need holy water.

can you tell i love sub! chris ?

masterlist

tag list: @lovingsturniolo @lustfulslxt @gwenlore @flowerxbunnie @sturnssx @mattslolita @its-jennarose @chrissturnioloswifey @sophssturn @bernardsleftbootycheek @queen161718 @chrisdevora @cupidsword @nickmillersn1gf @stramboli4life @mattsneezing @vib3swithanuk @ciarasturn1 @bethsturn

[imasimpforshanks]

voicemails they leave when they’re missing you

ft. zoro, sanji, law, shanks

a/n: what i would give to have someone leave me a cute voicemail 🥲🥲 maybe part 1 of 2?????? Idk anyway sorry for not posting for a bit! Work has been insane lately????? Idk what it is with kids at the moment but they are kind of feral BUT I STILL LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE HEART

— zoro —

“hey dumbass, i know you miss me so i thought I’d phone you so you could hear my voice or whatever… it’s not like i miss you or anything…. (sighs)

okay fine (quieter) i miss you so much, shit. it’s just getting crazier and crazier by the day out here and I- (louder) OI PISS OFF YOU STUPID CHEF IM ON THE PHONE - (voice back to normal) sorry about that, you know how that damn cook is… anyway what was i saying?

oh yeah… things are heating up and well i guess shit is going down soon so just… be safe out there. i love you.

i’ll see you soon.”

— sanji —

“HELLO THE ABSOLUTE LOVE OF MY LIFE! it is now day 2763 without seeing your face and i am just withering away!! okay so maybe not that many days, but i am indeed withering away. if i don’t get to see you soon i may DIE! And no, im not being “dramatic”. I’m being serious.

i miss your face, i miss your laughter, i miss your hugs and kisses, i miss the smell of your perfume… I miss the way you keep me company when i cook….

ANYWAY MY LOVE, I hope you are safe and well. Please call me as soon as you have the chance. I love you with all my heart.”

— law —

“uhh hi- hello- hey… i know it’s the middle of the night but ive come to the annoying realization that its even harder than normal for me to sleep without you around. so i just thought… maybe hearing your voice or something would help… I don’t know.

i’m actually happy you didn’t pick up though- no! wait! I didn’t mean it like that- i just… ugh. okay im barely functioning right now… but you got what i meant im sure… i just really miss you. I know we’re seeing each other again soon but ya know? (lets out a deep sigh).

i-uh i love you, yn. call me when you wake up.”

— shanks —

“i was really hoping you’d pick up baby, ive got so much to update you on!

i literally saw the funniest thing ever today and im not even exaggerating. we were out strolling through this new town and these kids ran passed me playing in the street but then i shit you not this bird just started swooping at them out of no where and they were screaming and crying and i know i should feel bad for him and im a bit of an asshole for laughing and shit but oh my god baby i was nearly pissing my pants with laughter.

(calms down) anyway… was hoping i’d get to hear your voice… (laughs awkwardly) this whole long distance shit never gets any easier does it? i hope everything is okay back home. I’ll try phoning you again later.

love ya baby, and miss you like crazy.”

[i-cant-sing]

Whispers in your ear like a devil on your shoulder: you should make the Miguel O'Hara scenarios. Think of the hot dad energy he would emanate :))))))

Jokes aside, it is truly up to you what to write and I would always read it, but I am begging on my hands and knees for you to tell us the platonic yandere Miguel O'Hara scenarios you have thought of.

Nooo stooopppp girll- *puts on Miguel's theme music in the background* ahh shit here we go.

Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara as a dad:

Okay, so im just gonna word vomit here and yall make sense of it, but like the first thing that comes to mind when I think about yandere dad Miguel is that him kidnapping daughter reader from a universe where he doesn't exist, so he's technically not breaking canon or whatever and really, it doesnt even matter if you're his bio kid or not, like u could be a literal random civilian but if he is drawn to u, then he is. And while some of yall say "oh come on, Miguel cant be like that. He doesn't make careless/thoughtless decisions like that" I'm sorry, but is this not the same person who had the nerve to step in as his dead self from an AU and sleep with his parallel universe's wife and father someone else's kid??? Granted, they did end up dying but really, the only difference between that decision and this decision to kidnap u is to make sure that u don't end up dyingggg.

Moving on, he kidnaps u, makes up some bs about your life being in danger and blah blah blah, you HAVE to stay by his side, okay??? And at first, reader is like "umm okay?" because who tf wouldnt agree with SPIDERMAN??? (especially one who looks like Miguel? he is already giving dad vibes)

And the thing with Miguel is that he super protective (because PTSD) and he's possessive too, so the only person you're allowed to hang out with is Mayday (she is the cutest, i would die to have a kid like her ngl) because he doesnt see her as a threat (someone who could take u away from him). ABSOLUTELY NO CONTACT with Miles (because he hates that kid, pain in his ass/bane of his existence) and pretty much all other spiderpersons as well because all of them are sarcastic and he does not need them rubbing off on u. The only other person he would trust u with is Peter B, probably when Miguel needs a babysitter (because u learned to mess with his tech-typy-locks and traps, so u need an actual person to keep eyes on u. curse the universe for u being smart like ur papa), and the biggest reason he does trust peter with u is because since peter is a father himself, he would definitely know that while miguel's methods are wrong, in his own way, he is protecting u, and peter b knows that he would do absolutely anything to keep his daughter safe too. Also- since peter has mayday, if he were to actually take u away from Miguel, then Miguel would 10000% kidnap mayday and use her against peter too until he inevitably has to return u to him.

Now Miguel is emotionally crippled due to his trauma, so he's not great at expressing his feelings, at least not when you're awake. When you're asleep, maybe his eyes turn a little softer, maybe he cups your cheek, some guilt and sadness swirling in his eyes when he sees your tear stained cheek (because u missed ur family. or maybe u got told off by Miguel in front of everyone), presses a soft kiss to your forehead and mumbles something in spanish ("you will understand in due time, mi hija.") Definitely has cameras in your room, so he looks at you through the screen and sighs when u flop on the bed and stuff your head in the pillow and start crying, heart slightly heavy with guilt.

Except from interacting with others and leaving the spider society/his apartment (idk where he lives), every need of yours is pretty much taken care of IF you follow his rules. If you behave, u get everything. If u yell at him, try to break out of his place etc, privileges are revoked and BAM, you are now confined to your room with no access to entertainment or any of your hobbies he allowed u to have. Those novels u liked to read? Too bad, they get thrown in the fireplace. Gaming console? Broken in his hands. Liked to cook/bake? No access to kitchen because u are now locked in your room.

Miguel has one important rule- you MUST obey him, under all circumstances, no questions asked. If he tells you to go to your room, honey go before his eyes turn sharp and he has to manhandle you. If he tells you to eat dinner with him, you need to eat food even if you are full. And if he's forbidden you from going to the locked room in his place that's full of info on you and your old fam, then its best for everyone for u to obey.

Now, while Miguel does have trouble expressing emotions (i mean, the most affection he's shown is head pats and if u are really really sad, then yes, smooches on the forehead.) but he has no trouble expressing anger and rage. If u mess up real bad, in the sense where u disobey him and end up hurting yourself (no matter to what degree), GIRL HE IS SCREAMING HIS HEAD OFF AT YOU (like the scene from the movie where he's yelling at miles). I mean, he's so mad, he legit picks you up and hauls you to your room, where he's yelling at u even more, using the terms "child" "kid" and patronising tone because you may think you're a grown up (u might even be) but he will ALWAYS view u as a kid- THE KID he lost, the child he promised to protect and somehow get redemption, or at the very least, fill the empty hole in his heart.

And since nobody thought to inform me that my man Miguel is a literal VAMPIRE and that his fangs are not just for show to attract all kinds of viewrs, we gonna talk about that as well. Does he use them on reader when she finds out that Miguel actually fucking murdered her real fam (maybe not directly kill them, because he is a hero after all. Maybe in the sense that he knew they were gonna die, you would too unless he took u away, he just didnt bother calculating the repercussions if he did indeed save your family.) and reader is now hyperventilating and trying to claw her way out of his arms but muscled arms only pull u tighter against his chest and he just bites ur neck to let the venom paralyse you long enough for him to not only offer an explanation for his actions, but also put a tracker in you and chain u to your bed.

Does Miguel's heart absolutely shatter at your body wracking sobs and distressed state as you realise you have lost your family? Yes. Does he apologise? Never. Does he like seeing you in pain? NO. Will he cause you even more pain? ...yes, if circumstances change.

Hurting you is the last the thing he's do, but its still something he would do. He wont enjoy it, but if u messed up real bad (escaped and endangered yourself) then Miguel, with a very heavy heart will snap your ankles and limit your ability to walk for months (if not for life). This is one of his harshest punishments, and punishments are immeadiately followed with comfort, so Miguel does put your fractured bones in a cast and wipes the tears from his eyes, shushing you gently as he softly explains why he did what he did, how you dont need to worry about anything because since you took your punishment so well, Miguel will help you (he will carry you around everywhere), and maybe if you're in too much pain, he may give you some drugs(or even his venom) to put you to sleep right away.

He has lost too much, too many times. His wounds are deep and still fresh, he is not taking any chances... especially not with you.

okay thats all i have for now(its a lie, i just need to pee) but feel free to send in ur asks/thoughts/scenarios.

[chocosnowflake0]

Hey, remember me from twitter? I bet not, but anyway, I'm the one who knows every artist here.

Anyway, I wanted to say, that I REALLY adore your style. Your art style is my favourite in the whole Poppy Playtime fandom, really. I'm not joking. Especially monster Catnap, he looks just like a dream. Oh, and Dogday too. Honestly , it pisses me off, when people draws them too human like or furry like, but yours? Mwa, perfect. The most ideal Dogday in the whole universe, you can have my heart. Keep going, you're doing great! Me and my bestie cry every time, seeing your art.

Oh, I forgot to mention. We don't know if your comics with them is a ship or only friendship, but either way, we think it's the BEST kind of their interaction, really. Like, I think you're the only person in the fandom, who thinks like me that Catnap didn't hate Dogday, but did this all to him only to stop him from going to prototype, he still thinks of him as a friend and I REALLY appreciate the fact, that you're thinking so too.

Maybe I'm talking too much, especially giving compliments, so a little ask. What do you think about AUs (in this fandom)? Do you have favourites?

HELLOOO - HERE IM, SORRY FOR WRITTING SO LATE lots of drawing goin' on sfsafdsa

Thanks you so much!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - IMMA CRY My dogday and catnap are like a mix of all the styles i liked in twitter sfjassdsa i wanted to draw them similar to the canon but also not so much so i can emote them properly. i'll try to update frecuently <3 jkdfhsak thanks you FJSAD as i mentioned on a post somewhere, i picture them as a toons, so dogday and catnap rlationship was rlly strong when they were toon and while they were dragged into "the real world" so i think this huge murderous cat has a soft spot for his best friend (i ve a huge hc think about catnap murderous rampage but i dont wanna make a bibble of it AFHSD) In my hc, Catnap tried all days to "convert" Dogday to his side but failed too, so he kept him "safe" but locked away dont worry! I love hc talking, i enjoy it salfhA I like AUs, i prefer the one which are more... similar to canon? idk how to describe it exactly. Atm i dont know many AUs to have any fav, i think ive seen a few school aus but i dont like school-related stuffs AAA - hope you doing well! Here, have a catnap

i think i didnt post this one here

[itoshi-s]

idk if it's your thing but im thinking about noncon or cnc with sae. maybe its something you both agree beforehand. he comes home and he's very rough and hard with you. just what im thinking about today 😌

AAAAAAAAaaaAAa NONnIe pls !!! PLEASE of course this is my thing 😭😭😭😭😃 in fact i might just cream my pants as we speak abt it !

this made me so feral u do not have ANY idea how much i want this man to use me all up . he's fucked up in this head of his ,, i just know it and u all will too after this :')

nsfw / 17+ only / minors dni !

cw: noncon/cnc (u talk it thru before but there's several mentions of it feeling forced), fem reader, heavy choking, face slapping, degradation, mentions of cervix fucking and bleeding, a lil bit of dacryphilia

sae, who seems like he’s always in control of everything, but it’s just a delusion that he keeps up as a defense mechanism - something to pull his thoughts away from the many issues that trouble him. sae, who knows just yet another way to let his mind run empty, until the white noise dies down.

you’ve discussed it earlier, obviously, although it did take you a glass or two of wine to admit it - that you really, really wanted to give it a try. him, taking you against your will and despite your cries and begging, handling you however he likes, for as long as he pleases.

you two never really even needed any kind of safe-word before - a simple stop was sufficient enough - but sae was just logical enough to make you think of one, to keep the boundary firm.

that way, he's seemingly not phased at all as he shoves your head in the plush pillows, cutting your airflow with the deathgrip he has on the back of your neck, to silence your cries.

"sae- please, please please," the words come between hiccups, muffled and pathetic between his hard thrusts. "pl- ah- please, d-don' want it."

you say it as if it'd make him stop - as if he cared.

but he doesn't, or at least not the way you wished he would. in fact, hearing the way you sob and how every movement of his hips cuts your breath away gives him the drive to go even harder - rough, until your body slumps in defeat, becomes pliant in his grip.

heat bites at his cheeks, flushed and hued bright pink - just like always when he's this aroused - as he groans, deep in his chest, and lands a hard smack on the fat of your ass cheek. it stings, the lewd sound bouncing off the bedroom walls, and is followed by your wailing into the expensive feathers of your pillows. it hurts - all over the reddened flesh, against your cervix that sae just seems to bully his cock right on with each thrust, and in your chest, as his fingers flex around your neck tighter and make it hard to inhale.

with a shaky breathe, sae gives a slight shove to your head, using your body as leverage to fix his position behind you and push his hips even further against your ass. "stop fuckin' squirming." you'd nod quickly, the demanding tone making you tremble in fear, but he holds you so tight, your head just won't move. "dumb bitch wants to order me around? 's that it?" the mockery forces another wash of tears to soak into the silk sheets - a sob strangled somewhere in your throat, as white starts to seep into your vision from asphyxia.

he pulls his hips just a few inches back, only to push right back inside, until he physically feels it just won't go further, until the blunt head of his cock kisses right at your bruised cervix - until you start crying, proper and loud.

his cock twitches against your walls at the sound, and with a short exhale, he picks up the pace of his thrusts again.

it usually begins just like this, the same way each and every time. a routine, if you will. there's a training bag being dumped right by the front door, a soft thud as he kicks his shoes off, and the harsh echo of keys hitting the glass bowl.

sometimes, the only thing he wishes for on days like this, when there's a turmoil in both his chest and head, eating away at him, is to see your head peek out from your bedroom and feel your arms wrap around him moments after.

you want to talk about it? - you'd ask, and he turns to mush in your embrace.

but then again, there's times when it goes south - and it takes one look at his face as you walk to the front door to make you back away. you know how sae is and how he's not one to tiptoe around anyone else. he's sharp, bitter, and can bring someone to either tears or anxiety with barely a few muttered words.

but he's never like this with you - an exception that makes your hurt flutter.

or, more likely, he wasn't, until you shyly admitted that you just might want him to try and be.

it feels notably real, brings the thrill and puts your mind into fight or flight when you really don't want it. when your day was just as exhausting as his - if not even worse - and the last thing you can think about is his hands on you, touching and bringing pleasure. at the very back of your head, as he manhandles you into any position he wants with no regards to your cries and pleas, there's a thought that in fact, maybe you should be scared. that just maybe, you actually are.

but the heavy, rapid beat of your heart against your ribcage and the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach tells you otherwise - reminds you through the haze in your mind that this is what you want.

"s-sae- sae,"

it's like a broken record, brain turned into mush and tongue thick in your mouth as you babble.

"stop, stop, please, sae please i can't- can't take this."

your knees buckle underneath your weight, wobbly and weak, muscles cramped and tingling from exhaustion, but it spurs him on. that, and the feeling of your pussy throbbing so sweetly around him, squeezing him tight, as he feels the clear nectar trickle down the inside of your thighs, staining his own with filth.

"then tell her to stop fucking creaming on me." it comes out as a breathy laugh as he pulls out abruptly, letting go of your neck and making you wheeze. "third time. you've came all over me, cryin' and whoring yourself out, three times already, and you tell me you don't want this."

the spinning of your vision doesn't let go not even one bit as sae already grabs you by the ankles, swiftly pulling you towards him, flipping you onto your back with ease.

you push at his forearms, sputtering for your breath still and sniffling, pathetic and desperate. he knits his brows together, gives a look that speaks so much disdain that it brings you to look away. he doesn't have any of it, a hand helping him ease his cock back inside of your poor and twitching cunt before it wraps back around your throat - firm and snug, knuckles flashing white at the grip.

you gasp, hands grabbing at his wrist as blood rushes to your face, but then there's a stinging sensation that forces your head to the side - a loud slap and white hot burn on your cheek, where sae's hand has just hit.

"look at me," he demands, and there's a spark of desperation in the heavy and hoarse tone of his voice. he's close - again, having filled you up to the very brim once already - but his mind's so clouded and hazy, all mashed into one, with fucking you into tears as his only objective, he feels like he could go for hours.

well, he already is.

the same hand that delivered the slap grabs on your jaw, thumb digging into the soft flesh of your cheek and forcing your mouth open as finally, you look back up at him. there's tears clinging to your lashline, no thought between those pretty doe eyes, as your nimble fingers tighten around his wrist.

soft little breaths come out ragged and high pitches, squeaky, almost, as you whimper.

"please," the sound makes sae fight back a smirk as your eyes roll back just in time with his thrusts resuming. "pl- please-n'more," it's breathy as you moan, eyes almost crossing from the force of his hips slamming on yours.

he's fucked you so dumb, just the way he wanted to - just the way you look the prettiest, tears clinging to your cheeks, hair stuck to dampened skin, tongue lolling out to catch your breath.

"shut this whore mouth of yours and take it." it's firm, but you can hear his breath hitch deep in his throat, fighting back a groan that'd only sound needier than he intended it to. you go to squeeze your eyes shut, back arching and hips scurrying away as he slams right against your cervix, so deep you're surprised it didn't make you bleed yet - but before you can, there's another slap to your face, firm and heavy, and it brings you back afloat.

that, and the sight of teal eyes staring right back at you, needy and growing softer with every move of his hips as he nears his high again.

"told you not to fucking look away," it's almost a wheeze as he speaks, both hands resting around your throat now, using the hold as support as he maneuvers you to meet his thrusts. "c'mon. make m' cum, i know you can."

your vision nearly tunnels and there's specks of white creeping in, but even as your lids grown heavy, you can still see the desperation on sae's pretty features - teeth sinking into his bottom lip, brows furrowed, and turquoise eyes boring into your face - observant.

he sees you're almost at your limit - but you're a pleaser.

you nod weakly, one hand slipping from his wrist to grab at his bicep instead - dragging him closer, until he has to fix his grip on you to keep himself up.

his eyes look for yours, struggling to focus as he feels the familiar heat pool in his abdomen, muscles tensing and cock twitching inside of you - but he watches your face as you glance up at him through tears. searches for further permission, makes sure you're okay, even if you're still crying softly for him to stop, it hurts, sae please stop.

he reads you so good, it makes his chest swell.

you do not miss the glint of adoration that seeps through the teal irises, or how he moans under his breath at your fucked out expression as his thrusts grow sloppier.

and even if it hurts, makes you ache all over and your chest burn from lack of oxygen - he makes it feel like you deserve it.

even if you don't want it, he makes sure that in the end, you do.

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[kanaakane1219]

will you forgive him...?

summary/synopsis idk: u and the cutie kunikuzushi r dating, u get bullied, he doesnt stand up for you, and things just escalate. (THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC SRY FOR THE SHARTY DESC)

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he didn't mean it.

he was abandoned, and all his life he's been a puppet, a wanderer, how would he know how to respond to you getting insulted?

He was scared. He wanted to stand up for you, he wanted to give those people a harsh tongue lashing, he wanted to beat them up, but he still stood there, rooted to the ground, unable to muster a single word. He didnt believe people were capable of being rude to you, much less insult you. You were neither ugly, nor were you unsuccessful. He had always found your paintings mesmerising and unique, all the strokes so smooth and perfect, not like what a puppet like him could do. But every time you would try to get your work on display somewhere, or when you tried to sell some at a convention, all your paintings would be left untouched. Your wish of making people around the world happy with your art would forever be forever just a pipe dream. When he saw your face, usually so bright and ever-smiling, turn so dull and unhappy in an instance, and deep down, he knew your reason for creating art was to make the world a happier place, he could only mutter out these words, as the guilt tore at his heart.

"im sorry, dear…"

12 days.

12 days since he last saw your face.

he knew. he knew full well it was his fault, as your boyfriend to protect you, to keep you safe. He only realised once you started to cry, and then he realised, he couldn't comfort you. he didnt know how. and when he came to that realisation, that perhaps his puppet heart could not love you like you would want someone too. And the thought brought him to tears. Because he really did love you. But maybe it wasn't enough. And maybe you were worthy of someone better than a puppet.

Then you ran away. But of course, what did he expect, he saw you crying, and didnt know what to do. It hurt seeing you like that.

"Kunikuzushi…i always spend my precious time to comfort you, and now, all you can do is stand there while everyone treats me like laughingstock??!"

The moment you called him Kunikuzushi instead of "Kuni", he knew he had really messed up. You had never tried to distance yourself from him. Looking back now, he clenched his fist, as tears uncontrollably began to fall from his eyes. He really was incompetent. But he just found it incomprehensible that people could talk about you like that. why didn't you think the same way about yourself? He was so, so, so sorry. You had always comforted him when he cried, so now, why couldn't he do the same? but he remembered what you told him that night when you found him sobbing into his tear-stained mattress, because he had a night terror, about the Electro Archon, his mother, Ei, and that a useless puppet like him wasn't worthy of such a gentle and delicate human like you. But you never complained. You never shouted at him for being noisy or waking you up. Instead, your eyes glistened in the moonlight, and with your soft eyes and loving gaze, you assured him that no matter what happened in the past, you would still love him.

"Everyone deserves a second chance, and so do you!"

He didn't believe it at the time, and he still could not bring himself to. A fragile puppet, who was abandoned by his own creator, his own mother…her words still echoed in his mind.

"You will have no relevance in my plan for eternity. You are merely a puppet, there is no need for you to retain you in my realm of consciousness. The Raiden Shogun is sufficient."

Those words were like gunshots to his heart. His own mother. The person whom he trusted at that time, had abandoned him. The Raiden Shogun was sufficient? And he was not? What sin did he commit to be born not even as a human, but a puppet, and still get rejected? Was his purpose for being created not to aid in her plan for pursuing an everlasting eternity? Why didn't she show any affection towards him? Was her realm of consciousness really no place for a puppet? He pondered, not able to acknowledge the truth, that he was now a wandering puppet with no real purpose in life. A puppet filled with rage, loneliness, fear of betrayal, and the throbbing pain in his heart. But that being said, it meant that even if he was a puppet, he still had a human heart, right? And Niwa said so too. But what if he was tricking him too? What if it wasn't genuine, what if it was all a facade, like what happened with Ei? She had left him on the dirty, muddy ground without a word. Even if the Plane of Euthymia was cold and lonely, at least his creator was there. At least he had a place to belong. But now what? was now a wanderer. He tried hard. He really, painstakingly, tried to rise up to Ei's standards, but to no avail. He was merely a puppet. He was both sufficient. He was of no use in her plan for an eternal Inazuma. A wandering, lost puppet was what he was. He was simply, plainly, utterly useless.

…Even if that was true, your words…he so desperately wanted to believe them, lie or not. He didn't want to recall those days of suffering, the mental anguish, and the fear residing in his chest when he recalled the events of that horrid night. Everyone deserves a second chance…if it was really true, then he was going to make it up to you, this was his last chance,this fleeting opportunity, and he wasn't going to let it slip away. He was determined to make you smile again, that sweet, loving smile that he longed to see again. The smile he missed so much, he couldn't go to bed without thinking of it. Without thinking of how to put that smile back on your face. In fact, he couldn't even get a wink of sleep without you lying next to him. And your laughter, the way your cheek starts to flush and heat up when he caresses it, he misses it all. It was you that he missed.

So how would he make it up to you? Write a letter, of course. It was the only thing that the puppet was even slightly proficient at. So he took a brush, some black ink, and a piece of paper and started to write…

"Im sorry for not standing up for you."

Too straightforward.

"Im sorry i was incompetent. I dont deserve to be forgiven."

Okay, but too self-destructive. And you never like to see him like that.

"Please forgive me. I was just shocked, i know it was my duty to protect you, but in the end, its always the other way round. and if i could just go back in time, i would have never let those jerks talk like that about you, because your tears are just like needles piercing my heart. but the past is the past, and i'm sorry. Your paintings are simply beautiful, i found it mind boggling how they could say things like that to your face. I know how you feel, and i want you to know that i truly care for you, and that this was all a misunderstanding. This was all my fault…if you are free, could we go out for dinner tonight? I'd like to properly apologise. And, i love you, dont forget that."

A little cheesy, but cute. (Added bonus, he stuck a scarameow sticker on it!!)

And now, you're sure to forgive him…how can you stay mad at him after such a heartfelt apology?

(off topic, but STREAM IF I CAN STOP ONE HEART FROM BREAKING AND SWAY TO MY BEAT IN COSMOS)