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itstheghostofmypast · 3 months

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Choi San x (f)Reader

Summary: At this point, he didn't know who she loved more, him or Byeol, either way, he was happy. What else could Choi San ask for other than his two favourite girls in the world getting along?

Genre: PURE FLUFF

Warnings: NONE

Word Count: 2.1K

Est. Read Time: 10 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

A/N: No- see @edenesth 💗 did this to me. This timestamp is for my saviour, the one and only @edenesth 💗 , like we should totally blame San for posting such domestic core pics- no wonder we get all delulu- PS THIS COLLAB HAS ME DYING

@edenesth version: [12.58]PM

"San?" she called out, walking down the hallway as she paused in front of the wall-length mirror, fixing her hair once more and checking out her outfit, simple, crisp and a dash of purple. Very different from her usual office attire, very colourful too- after all the first time he had seen her she was in a plain suit, a white dress shirt and slacks, running around collecting printouts for the upcoming spring magazine. That also being the first time he had realised how much he loved the word 'simple'. Okay, fine, perhaps she was dressed on the softer side, but was it so bad to play cute for once? Especially, if she was doing so to please her man. Call it her way of simping.

Truth be told, she wasn't even sure if he was going to show up, after their extensive tour, when he had mentioned the upcoming off days he was to get, she had suggested going to his home town to relax, leaving the city life for a while and although it pained her to know that she would be too busy with her own work at the office, also known as the company he too worked in, she wanted him to rest and relax away from the hustle bustle of his idol life, what she did not expect that after a week of his departure to Namhae, the very next weekend her fluff of a man would be ringing her doorbell in the late hours of the weekend.

"Byeol wanted to see you and so did I, I spent a week there and I'll spend a week here."

Was all he the dimpled man had made his way inside to the living room, opening the carrier to let Byeol out, the living room already a place of her liking. She had been here with San a couple of times; she had also been a very important part of their relationship. Especially on their third date where he had delicately brought up the topic, "Are you allergic to cats?"

"No, why?"

"Do you like cats?"

"Yeah, why?"

He never really answered her question that night, only smiled at her, leaning over the table to add more meat to her plate considering the late hours of the night, her hunger had distracted her from asking more questions, already too emotional at the thought of this angel of a man sacrificing his portion of protein for her - especially after grilling it so well. The only thing that did change was that the next morning she received around 400+ pictures of San's first love, Byeol.

The first time he had brought Byeol over, he was cautious and attentive, making sure both his girls were happy. He asked her cute questions all day- maybe she just found them cute because it was him, or perhaps it was because he was letting her in, into his domain, which is the little kitty roaming around the house.

"Can I put the litter here?"

"All your windows are locked right?"

"Do you mind if I keep the food bowl next to where we eat? She feels lonely otherwise."

"Can she sleep on your bed? I brought her cat mat just in case."

"Can we leave the bedroom door open a bit, so she can come and go without waking us up?"

He stopped when he realised, she wasn't even responding, panicking he looked up from the cat supplies. Maybe she felt like he was intruding or invading her privacy but was too afraid to tell him. Maybe bringing in Byeol was a big step he shouldn't have taken so quickly. What if she meant like she liked cats, at a normal level, like 'oh a cat.' Not like cuddling them or baby-talking to them. Turning around his eyes scanned the room to spot her holding onto Byeol, carrying her like a baby and cooing at her. It was only then he realised how loud his cat was purring loud enough for it to echo in the silent room.

"Hmmm? You say something, Sannie?" she looked up from Byeol to him, eyes as curious as a cat's, hand resting on the cat's tummy, letting Byeol grab her hand with her soft paws. His heart felt as if it were about to burst out of his ribcage, running to her and landing on her palm, beating in it with an intensity that would borderline scare her. Licking his chapped lips the feline-eyed man shook his head, a genuine dimpled smile forming, one that would send thousands flipping with joy- or in her case have her gushing over it in solitude.

Thus, giving birth to a ritual, often he would spend his free days at his own home, sometimes calling her over, and gratefully his family welcomed her with open arms. On other occasions, he’d drop by to her apartment, bringing their 'daughter' with him.

She remembers the time Byeol had gotten sick. Unfortunately, San was busy that evening, and his parents were out of town so Byeol was to stay with her. Not an issue, at least it wasn't until the third night when San checked his phone after hours of practice late at night. He had decided to stay at the dorm, travelling would be more tiring she understood, but as the man checked his phone his heart almost stopped.

"Byeol is sick, she's vomiting. "

"I'm taking her to the vet."

"She's shivering."

"Okay, my car isn't working!"

'"I ran here, dw, made it in time, they're checking her."

"They say she has a fever, some bug?"

"They want to keep her overnight, idk I mean I can't just leave her here. She looked scared."

"I'm not leaving, but she's sedated. They say she'll be fine."

"San plz reply soon."

"San I'm scared."

Choi San had never run faster in his life he was sure of it, because the moment he burst into the 24/7 pet clinic his lungs were burning worse than a forest fire, his eyes red and blurry, the world around him extremely out of focus as he stumbled to the reception, about to take the patient's name but someone called him instead.

"San!"

His head snapped in her direction, running to her, enveloping her in a tight embrace, trying to calm her down as she began to shiver in his embrace, her words coming out with choked sobs. Hand pressed against her head, he rubbed her back up and down with the other one, looking through the glass window at his cat, sprawled on the table with an IV tube attached.

"It's gonna be okay, it'll be okay."

It took almost an hour to calm her down, he had tried to convince her to go home, she had work the next day but she refused, instead blaming herself for Byeol's health. Though the doctor had assured him it was not because of her incompetency, but the cat food, the cat food Sanhad insisted on changing. Once she found that out, Choi San had to get an earful the remainder of the night, “How can you- I told you not to do that!”

“Babe I- “Don’t babe me! She doesn’t even like salmon! She prefers tuna.”

After the wonderful argument, that through the eyes of an elderly couple waiting for their dog looked like a cute domestic quarrel, came to an end. San remembered sitting next to her sulking as she gave him the silent treatment, though a few moments later her head had landed against his shoulder with a thump, followed by her snores. That night Choi San had realised two things, firstly that he was in love with her and secondly, she probably loved Byeol more than she loved him.

Hence, today they were supposed to go to a cute cafe she had been eying for a month. They had planned on taking Byeol out but since the cat had decided to stay up all night, running around the apartment she was tired today. San had just mocked her, claiming that Byeol knew it was Valentine's Day so she wanted her parents to spend the day together. However, he later countered himself with a, "Though each day is like Valentine's Day with you, love."

Clearing her throat, she dusted off the invisible dust, adjusting her cardigan before making her way to the living room once more, calling out to her significant other, "San! I'm ready to let's go." though his lack of response was confusing her, so she called out again, "Sannie where are you-" her word stopped as soon as she turned the corner, into her living room, spotting a giant starfish sprawled out on the wooden floor. Next to him was Byeol, staring down at him, San's hand pressed against his cat's back in a soothing manner, but she knew what he was doing, making sure his cat didn't move because Byeol was not only pretty but smart too, she knew what her dad was doing.

Sighing she walked closer to him, standing next to Byeol who looked up at her, blinking slowly, before turning back to stare at San. She stared down at him, arms crossed before slowly poking his side with her foot, watching him pretend and stretch, groaning as he cracked an eye open, "Oh~ you're finally done?"

"Mhmmm." Raising a questioning brow she nodded, "And?"

"Oh, I mean" Sitting up he stretched his legs, much similar to how Byeol would do so, "Byeol said her mommy was taking so long in the shower that we fell asleep, waiting for you…" his words trailed off when he turned to look at her, his breath hitching at the sight of the soft pastels, the pretty purple, purple really was her colour. Clearing his throat he quickly got up, standing to talk in front of her, merely a few inches away from her as he stretched his arms over his head before casually bringing them down, not so discreetly wrapping them around her and slamming her into him, smirking when she whined.

"The dress will wrinkle Sannie." she tried to push him away but he pulled her closer, leaning down to peck the tip of her nose, "You can't look like a pretty pixie and not expect me to hold onto you like Captain Hook kidnapped Tinkerbell."

"What an analogy." she mumbled, letting him squeeze her into his warm chest, feeling the vibrations as he chuckled, "You look very pretty…I like your cardigan."

"Thanks, your mom gave it to me last birthday. " Her arms wrapped around his waist, letting him gently sway them from side to side.

“Who do you think chose it?” he smiled down at her, finally meeting her with a gentle kiss, one she savoured greatly, hands fisting his shirt as his palm pressed against her back before slowly trailing down, though their little moment came to halt sudden when a high-pitched squeak caught their ears. Pulling back, she looked down at Byeol, frowning before turning to look at San, “Why isn’t she wearing her leash?” “What do you mean?”

Tutting at her gorgeous idiot of a man, she pulled away completely before crouching to grab the cat and walking towards the door where they hung coats and her leash. “I said we’re going to the café.”

“I know,” he mumbled scratching his head, a bit confused as to what she meant, “I got a booking for it, no? Why are you – we can’t take her there and it's almost time for our reservation.”

“Aww~ don’t listen to daddy, Byeol” San watched her talk to his cat instead of him, watching her put on Byeol’s harness and leash, somewhat impressed because Byeol never let him do that this easily, though the next statement had him blushing mad. “He’s a bit slow, handsome, but slow, he forgot we’re going to a cat café, you’ll have fun there~ Won’t you baby~”

Letting out a hearty chuckle he closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief, of course she’d come up with this idea on her own. She had mentioned earlier how leaving Byeol home wasn’t fun especially when the cat was their ‘child’ and leaving their child unattended was cruel. He watched the cat jump off the table and onto the floor, meowing up at his lover who sent Byeol a flying kiss, San didn’t know what heaven was, but if anyone were to ask him to describe what it looked like, the view was right in front of him.

“Any kisses for me?” He asked walking up to his two girls, who were almost out the door, pausing when she winked at him, “depends big boy. Might need to send our baby back home for a while if that’s what you want.” And that had the man shivering with excitement running after her as the two made it to the elevator, already planning on asking someone or one of the guys to watch his little baby for the night, so he could have a night with his kitten.

“Don’t worry, I think that can be arranged, kitten.”

Taglist: @edenesth @mlysalt @spooo00oky @cereal-simp @yessa-vie

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neocentral · 10 months

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i need more perv virgin jisung. maybe you invite him into your room to talk or chill, something innocent, but just the fact that your scent is strong makes him unbelievably needy. he tries to push through it, he really does. he wants you so bad that hes sitting there malfunctioning in front of you. he's turning bright red, and thats when you realise the kind of person he is; a perv who would probably do anything for you.

also my first time sending an ask. is this good ? and ive heard people can have emojis. i want to be 🐈 anon. im excited to see what youll come up with!

of course!

rating: 18+. mdni.

word count: 1.4k

content: perv!virgin!jisung x reader, masturbation (m), no plot jisung's just horny n kinda subby

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part one

Jisung stands stiffly, feeling guilty and overwhelmed to be in your bedroom again. Though this time he was invited in. He wasn’t some pathetic, horny pervert who invaded your privacy and stole your used underwear. He was a guest. You wanted him there. You had leaned on his doorframe dramatically, perfume wafting over to where he sat in his gaming chair. He cursed the wind blowing through his window as he immediately felt himself growing aroused by the light scent.

Jisung had rejected your offer, not wanting to test the restraint he knew he didn’t have, but he couldn’t put up much of a fight when you whined, irresistible pout playing on your lips. “Ji, please hang out with me.”

And now, Jisung can’t focus with you sitting so close to him, your scent stronger inside your small bedroom. He occupied his mind by looking around, taking in the decorated space. Framed pictures and one too many mirrors on the walls and shelves lined with your favorite things. His eyes meet your hamper, clothing hangs off the sides and he quickly adverts his eyes, trying to ignore the tingle in his stomach as he thinks back to the filthy panties he had stolen days before hidden in his bedside drawer.

The amount of times he had used the flimsy underwear was downright embarrassing. Even the simple sight of them shoved between various items in the small drawer made him so hard that he couldn’t resist another go like the insatiable, desperate virgin he is. Unfortunately for him, release after release had stiffened the fabric and tainted your intoxicating scent with his own natural musk, but he couldn’t stop. He had even considered making his way into your bedroom once more and stealing another pair. Would you notice? Surely you wouldn’t.

You're perched so prettily on the edge of your well-made bed, looking up at him with your hypnotizing eyes when he leaves his head. Jisung thinks that if he were to jerk his hips forward, your mouth would meet where he needed you most. His hands make their way to his crotch as he tries to hide his swelling bulge. He looks away, swallowing as you begin to push your hair away from your face, keeping your eyes on him.

“Jisung,” you laugh, “why do you look so scared? Sit.” You pat the space beside you.

Jisung doesn’t want to sit. He can’t bring himself to sit, fearing that you’ll see how hard he has gotten just from your presence if he makes any sort of movement.

Despite his efforts, the slow shifts of his hands only draw your attention towards the prominent bulge poking at his pants. “Oh,” you breathe as your gaze falls downward.

“S-sorry,” Jisung stutters, attempting to fully conceal his length. He feels himself twitch underneath his hand and he can only imagine how pathetic he actually looks, skin bright and burning, panicked and embarrassed and shamefully, pathetically hard.

You look him up and down. “It’s okay,” you say, eyes trained on the way his fingers stretch over his clothed cock. “I can see why you look so uncomfortable.”

He simply exhales, fearing what would come out of his mouth if he opened it. You watch him carefully, “take it out.”

Jisung freezes, eyes snapping upward, “w-what?”

“C’mon, Ji,” you smile and Jisung feels like he might melt, “let me see.”

It doesn’t take much convincing because as always, your wish is his command. Jisung obliges, removing his large hand from his erection. Your eyebrows move slightly, your interest seemingly piqued. His thumb pushes into the waistband of his pants and he slowly pushes it down. His sweats fall to his ankles easily and he would’ve cringed at the quick exposure if he wasn’t so aroused.

You stare intently, running your eyes up and down his length, along every prominent vein and soft, upward curve. Jisung’s humiliated, hating, but loving the way you stare at his cock. It stands proudly, jumping and twitching uncontrollably as it craves to be touched. A dribble of precum leaks from him, sliding down the cherry red head. It forms a sticky string as it begins to fall and he quickly grabs it before it breaks.

You nod at him, gaze expectant as your pupils move from side to side and observe his half naked body. Jisung gently swirls his finger over his head, taking a deep and uneven breath as he joins you in looking at his twitching cock. Your scent enters his nostrils causing his body to react. He pumps slowly, trying to restrain himself by biting the inside of his cheek. He wonders if you can tell how much of a horny virgin he is by the clear desperation written all over his face as his thighs tense and the veins in his arms and hands rise to the surface.

“Does it feel good?”

Jisung shudders, nodding. He can make out his reflection in one of the mirrors to his side. He can see his figure colored with a rosy hue and his oversized hoodie that had shifted, exposing his prominent collarbones and a portion of his broad shoulders. The hem of it hangs just above his prick and the hand that tugs needily on it. Apparently, he was pumping himself a lot harder and quicker than he thought.

Jisung releases a shaky breath letting himself look at you directly. Just a little, he naively tells himself. Of course, it isn’t just a little, he can’t look away from you and your alluring features. Your sweet, soft lips and focused eyes lined with curled lashes and excess eyeliner from your brief outing earlier that day. Even the smallest sliver of skin peaking through the top of your own hoodie has him even more needy.

“I always knew it, you know,” you glance up at him, meeting his eyes that have been glued to you as he pumps himself frantically, lewd, wet noises followed with every slide of his fist. “I knew you were a little pervert. You’re always running away from me,” you pause. Your head tilts to the side as you ask, “do you want to fuck me, Jisung?”

Jisung can stop the moan that finally forces its way out of him, deep and strained. His eyes shut tightly as he tries to keep himself from cumming. He nods once, the movement small and full of embarrassment. He feels your warm breath against his pelvis as a puff leaves your nose.

He manages to stop his restless pumps but his hips take over, rutting into his fist instinctively. He can feel your heavy stare on him and he dreads the look he’ll be met with once he opens his eyes. Though, he can still see you with his eyes closed, having practiced visualizing your face everytime his hand reached for his swollen length since he met you but knowing that you were actually there, that your scent, warm aura, and enchanting voice were not a figment of his imagination and that made his mind fuzzy.

“Look at me,” you murmur. His eyes open slightly, just enough to see your blurry figure. His eyelids feel heavy and he feels like they might close at any second. “Are you gonna cum for me, Jisung?”

He let out a strangled hum, blowing air into his cheeks as he tightened his hold on himself.

“Say it,” you commanded.

Your eyes were piercing, causing a flutter in his heart as he looked deeply into them. “Fuck,” he whispered as he released the hot air in his mouth, “m’gonna cum.”

The closer he came to his climax the more overwhelmed he became. He begins inhaling and savoring your scent in his system, feeling the way it travels through his body and into his brain, lighting up some part of his brain that only seems to present itself around you. A string of curses come out with every rapid breath he takes as his fist pumps his cock with embarrassing fervor. His eyelids feel even heavier but he fights to keep them open, staring at you through the small sliver his lids allowed.

Jisung uses the last of his mind to move his hand, positioning it before the head of his length. He cums with a whimper, the pearly substance pooling in his palm and staining the low hanging hem of his hoodie. Jisung tries to steady his breathing, feeling his sticky release hot in his hand.

You grin, “better?”

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sugrhigh · 3 months

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ALL YOURS - ( roomie!matt pt 5 )

summary- you and your roommate matt have been sleeping together for a minute now, but neither one of you wants to ask the other what it means. feelings come to fruition one night at a party and the dynamics of your relationship change once again.

warnings- nsfw content ahead people so read at ur own risk, swearing, drug/alcohol use, dom!matt kinda, unprotected sex, it’s straight up smut at the end so fr don’t read it if u don’t want to!

roomie!matt x fem!reader

a/n: THIS IS TECHNICALLY PART 5 OF THE ROOMIE!MATT TEXT SERIES so if you haven’t read those you might be a bit confused. link to the master list is here.

strap in because it’s kinda long so i hope u guys love this final chapter as much as i do <3 inbox is always open xo

@sleepysturnss

rain patters against the windows mercilessly as the tv drones on, interrupted only by booming thunder every few minutes.

its late in the day now, and the cloud coverage makes it extra gloomy, even with interior lights on. not that this bothers you.

storms have always been a source of comfort in your eyes. something about them makes you feel safe, reminds you that the world is far bigger than whatever is worrying you.

“oh, i’ve been meaning to ask if you’re still seeing that guy. what’s his name again?” nick asks from beside you, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he slumps against the couch.

you’ve been sitting like this for hours together, rotting in his living room while it continues to pour outside.

“it’s luke, and no, i’m not talking to him anymore.” you reply, trying to sound as casual as possible.

he looks up at you now, clearly a bit shocked to be hearing this. “please tell me it’s not because of my bitch ass brother.”

you bark out a laugh before you can stop yourself, mostly due to the fact that it’s absolutely because of matt. just not for the reason he thinks.

“as if. it was my decision, don’t worry.”

this is only half true. you did cut the poor guy off, but only because matt had essentially instructed you to do so before you guys had sex for the first time a month ago.

and then you hooked up again. and again. and a couple more times after that. neither of you could stop coming back for more apparently.

none of your friends know yet. as much as you want to be honest with them, you haven’t really talked about the details of this little situation. you’re almost positive matt hasn’t been seeing anyone else, but you also haven’t outright asked.

and there’s no use telling everyone about something that might not even be real.

“what made you do that? was the sex bad? is he an asshole?” nick interrogates further, clicking his phone off so his full attention is on you.

you can’t tell if he’s suspicious or if you’re just genuinely paranoid, but you don’t like this line of questioning either way.

“no he’s fine, he just wasn’t doing it. and his breath always smelled for some reason.” you’re lying through your teeth, but his face morphs into an expression of disgust like he’s buying it.

“ew, major turn off.”

“you’re telling me.”

nick sighs and snuggles further into the cushions, resting his head on your shoulder as he stares at the tv.

“well for what it’s worth, i’m sorry it didn’t work out. but who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone sexy at nathan’s tomorrow.” he says.

“yeah, maybe.” you feed into the hypothetical, even though you know that won’t be happening.

at least not if matt sturniolo has a say in it.

your music is playing softly over the speaker as you get ready, perched in front of your vanity like a doll. you’ve just finished your makeup when you hear a singular tap on the door.

“can you hurry it up in here?” matt calls as he pushes it open slightly.

you find it funny that he’s always sure to knock, ever since he walked in on you naked that fateful afternoon. even though you’re literally sleeping together now, he makes it a point to not invade your privacy.

“can’t rush perfection, matthew.” you taunt him as you put your palette and brushes back in their rightful place.

he moves further into your room, walking over to stand behind you. he’s dressed up in jeans and that black muscle tee you love so much, tattoos on display as his hands go to knead your shoulders lightly.

“you do look amazing.” he compliments.

“likewise.” you reply before meeting his searing gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

he increases his pressure slightly, digging his fingers into your neck in a steady pattern. you already know what he’s angling at and he hasn’t even spoken.

“you know, we could just stay home.” matt suggests with a smirk.

“c’mon, we can’t keep ditching our friends. they’re gonna get suspicious at some point.” you shake your head and stand up, because the massage is starting to feel a little too good.

“nobody cared when we left early last time.”

you cross your arms over your chest and turn to give him a pointed look. “because you convinced them that i was sick.”

“so i’ll just tell them a different lie.” he shrugs.

“oh my god, i am going to this party with or without you, so you better make up your mind before the uber gets here.” you say over your shoulder, headed out of your room toward the stairs.

“such a brat.” he grumbles, but you hear him following you regardless.

“only for you.”

two hours later you’re standing in the middle of nathan’s living room, dancing along with the typical crowd. nick and madi are on either side of you, both bopping around drunkenly to the beat.

you’ve had three shitty drinks at this point and your head feels a bit fuzzy. you’re positive your cheeks are flushed, which is actually kind of nice.

matt was with you minutes earlier, but he’s ventured off to get another drink. it’s selfish that you miss him every second he’s not around.

it’s just nice having him by your side. sure, it was kind of casual at first, and you didn’t think it was going to develop so quickly. but now whatever is going on between you means a whole lot more.

you like when he asks you to spend the night in his room, or when he saves the last can of redbull for you so you don’t go to work without caffeine. you like that he’s been replacing the flowers he got you every time they start die, the way he insists on driving you places even if it’s out of his way.

you just like him, and it’s more than casual. at least it is to you, and you can’t imagine that at this point he doesn’t feel the same.

but you don’t want to be the one to try and put a label on it. quite frankly, it scares the shit out of you, and you’re still not drunk enough to keep thinking about it in the middle of this party.

you see chris a few feet away against the wall, beer in his hand as he chats animatedly with nathan. you know he has what you’re looking for, so you shout that you’ll be back and head their direction.

they both smile at you as you approach, almost perfectly in sync.

“what’s up!” chris leans down a bit so you can hear him better.

“do you still have that joint you mentioned earlier?” you ask into his ear.

he nods happily, and nathan shoots you both a questioning glance. by the looks of his sleepy eyes, he’s probably already crossed.

“we’re going to smoke!” you fill him in, motioning toward the front door.

nathan nods and tells you he’ll stay back, so the two of you shuffle your way out of the living room, trying to avoid bumping into as many people as possible.

you pass the kitchen, and as your eyes scan the people you spot matt huddled in the corner. he’s talking to a very obviously enthusiastic girl, one that you don’t recognize. your stomach drops at the sight of them, and you hate it.

he doesn’t see you, so you turn your head and keep following behind chris. he’ll stop talking to her soon. he’ll probably even come looking for you instead.

right?

the crowd thins as out by the door, and the two of your step out into the fresh air moments later. the street is relatively quiet, and once the door is shut the noise of the party is muffled. there’s nobody else outside, and you’re grateful.

the other townhouses stare at you as chris crosses the short driveway so he can hide underneath the tree in the yard. you follow his lead, watching as he fishes the lighter and joint out of his front pocket.

“keeping it handy, huh?” you joke.

“you caught me at the right time, i just packed it upstairs.” he smiles before putting it between his lips.

the flame burns the end as he takes a hit, exhaling up toward the sky. you pass it back and forth in silence, both enjoying the momentary break from socialization.

chris clears his throat a minute later, nudging at the grass with his toe absentmindedly. “so, i have a question to ask you.”

he looks over so he can hand the joint back, and your hands shake ever so slightly as you reach out to take it.

“yeah?”

“i think matt is seeing someone. do you know anything about that?” he asks bluntly.

you try to remain calm as you shake your head at him, though it seems impossible. you aren’t prepared for this at all.

“uh, no?”

chris smiles just a little bit, like he’s already got you right where he wants you. “so he doesn’t bring anyone over? it’s just the two of you?”

your narrow your eyes at him. “just ask what you want to ask.”

“are you guys together?”

there it is. you were expecting it this time, and it still makes your stomach flip.

“no. i mean, kind of? we’re not like, dating. we’re just…uh…hooking up.” you’re trying so hard to figure out how to put it that it sounds horrible.

he just laughs. “no you’re not. that kid is in love with you.”

your jaw drops slightly in surprise, and this only makes chris chuckle harder.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” you ask him once he finally calms down.

“i’ve seen how he’s acting lately. so fucking goofy, like he’s got his head in the clouds. he only ever gets all dopey like that when he really likes someone, and i kind of suspected it was you.”

it’s hard to find any words. there’s simply nothing on your brain, no coherent thought to be found. chris gives you a playful nudge.

“it’s okay, i won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to. but i think you feel the same.” he makes a guess, and he’s very accurate.

you look away as you take your final hit, trying to decide how you want to respond. you exhale the smoke and pass the remainder of the joint back to him.

“okay, you got me. i do want it to be like, a real relationship. and i’ll talk to him about it soon, i promise. just please don’t tell anyone until i do.” you plead.

he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug. you relax into him, and you have to admit you’re a bit relieved that at least somebody knows now.

“of course not. i’m here to support you both whenever you’re ready. everyone else will be too.”

“thank you. that makes me feel a lot better, seriously.” you say truthfully as he pulls away.

“good.” he nods in satisfaction, giving you a loopy grin.

“i’ve mooched enough, so i’m gonna go back inside, but thanks again. i owe you a blunt for the reality check.” you point a finger at him as you back up off of the grass.

“i’ll never turn that down.”

the high has taken over as you spin around to walk normally, and it’s nearly impossible to stop smiling. having confirmation that you’re not crazy for feeling the way that you do is wonderful.

you head back inside the house, almost positive that you’d find matt hanging out somewhere with your friends.

but as you pass the kitchen again, you spot him in the same place, leaned up against the end of the counter with a solo cup in hand. it seems like the girl is even closer than she was before.

your face falls immediately. it makes you angry that it’s been so long and he still hasn’t told her to get lost yet. if he wants to be all possessive over you, then you shouldn’t have to act so cool for him.

you’re certainly not feeling collected right now. and he deserves to know that.

you wedge your way around the people chatting and pouring themselves drinks without a second thought. matt sees you coming before you actually reach him, and he looks confused by your irritated expression.

you wrap your fingers around his arm wordlessly, right in the middle of the nameless girl’s sentence. he doesn’t put up a fight. in fact, he’s practically hot on your heels as you pull him back toward the hall.

“uh—hey! we were talking bitch!” she shouts after you.

“don’t care.” you don’t even give her the satisfaction of making eye contact.

there’s really no point. matt is trailing behind you like a puppy, and that’s all that matters. he clearly doesn’t want to be there any more than you want him to.

“what’s going on?” he asks as you maneuver around the outside of the crowded living room, making a beeline for the staircase.

it’s taped off to everyone except your group, in case of emergency.

this feels like one, considering you don’t even care if anyone sees you together. you don’t respond, you just let go of his hand and step over the thin barrier, glancing behind you to see if he’ll follow.

there’s a curious look in his eye, but he does the same.

you continue up the stairs, making sure he has the perfect view of your ass as you go. you can literally feel him staring, which only stokes the fire.

“are you taunting me right now?” matt asks as you reach the second floor.

this makes you pause, and you turn around so you can wrap your hand in his shirt. you yank him into the bathroom, slapping the light switch on with your free hand.

you close the door behind you, which suppresses the booming sound of nathan’s music playing through the speakers.

“what the hell is this?” you uncurl your fist and shove his chest to put some space between you.

his eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he regains his balance and sets his cup down on the counter. you realize you probably spilled some of it by dragging him around, but that’s not your main focus right now.

“what do you mean?”

“don’t you dare play dumb. you can’t stand it when anyone else even breathes near me, so why would you think that i would be okay watching you flirt with some random girl for fifteen minutes? you either want me or you fucking don’t, matt.” you spit, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

it’s shocking that you’re being this honest with him, but you’re faded and you’ve been pushed beyond your limit.

no use tip-toeing around it now.

“you think just because she came up to me that somehow means i don’t want you?” he asks, and there’s more of an edge to his tone now.

“how am i supposed to know? we haven’t talked about it, whatever this is.” you wave your hand back and forth between the two of you.

a look of understanding passes over his face. “oh, this is about labels, huh?”

this infuriates you more, because that’s not even the point you’re trying to make. he’s aggravatingly calm right now, like he’s so sure of himself.

“look, if you don’t want to be in a real relationship with me, then fine. i don’t care. but i’m not gonna keep exclusively sleeping with just you if that’s the case.”

matt is silent for a moment, eyes darting across your face. you can see him gazing at your lips, and it drives you crazy.

he takes one step forward, staring you down with those pretty blue eyes. even though your height different is relatively small, it still feels like he’s towering above you.

“are you really trying to tell me you wouldn’t care at all if i wanted to see other people?” he asks quietly.

his face is so close, and you breathe in his familiar smoky cologne. it’s dizzying, being this overwhelmingly attracted to someone.

“of course i’d be upset, but there’s not much i can do about it if you don’t feel the same.” your voice is hushed now too, and you wish you didn’t sound so weak.

matt cups your chin gently with one hand, forcing you to keep your focus on him. your heart is slamming against your ribcage now, begging for some kind of relief.

“i want to be with you so bad that it kills me.” he finally admits.

it’s your turn to be stunned, and you stay completely still as his thumb grazes over your bottom lip slowly.

“i had this whole thing planned, i was going to take you to a fancy little restaurant and ask you out like a gentleman. but you just couldn’t wait, could you?” his voice is husky, pupils blown out in lust.

“i…really?” you ask breathlessly.

“really. so what do you think? you wanna be mine?” he goads with a smirk, gripping your face a bit tighter.

it’s normally hard to swallow your pride, especially with matt, but you’re so vulnerable in this moment you can’t tell him anything besides the truth.

“i do.”

“good, because you already are.” he growls before closing the gap between you, lips crashing against yours.

he tastes sweet, like the soda he’s been mixing with vodka all night. it’s a pleasant mess of teeth and tongue as you deepen the kiss, passionate in a way that you’ve never experienced with him before.

his hands travel down to grab at your hips, pressing against you so your lower back bumps against the sink. you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling enough to elicit a groan.

it vibrates against your mouth, and you feel yourself throb just from that little noise alone. he’s normally not very vocal, but you bring it out of him.

matt’s hands slide up your body, finding their way under the hem of your sheer lace top. his cold rings press against your stomach as he slowly inches higher, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you let go of him, throwing your hands upwards so he can peel the shirt over your head.

“so fucking pretty, just for me.” matt praises as he tucks your hair behind your ear, attaching his lips to your neck seconds later.

you tilt your head back to give him a better angle, sighing in pleasure as he nips at the soft skin. one hand is feeling up your chest as his teeth dig into your collar, tongue sliding over the marks he’s leaving in an attempt to soothe the irritated areas.

you move your own fingers down between both of your bodies, ghosting them over the crotch of his jeans, palming him just a bit. his dick is already straining against your hand, and he hisses a string of curses into your shoulder.

“no more teasing tonight, i need you now.” he grumbles, already out of breath as his hands travel to undo the button of your pants.

you take the lead and slide them down yourself, tearing your thin panties off with them because you want him just as much. it doesn’t seem fair that you’re the only one exposed, so you tug his muscle tee upwards in desperation.

matt doesn’t protest, he just tosses it to the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes. you let your fingers rake over his skin, down his abdomen and over his happy trail until your fingers meet the waistline of his jeans.

you glance up at him through your lashes as you unbuckle his belt, entirely naked now, and he swears he could finish just by looking at you.

the sensation of your hands skimming against his thighs as you drag his jeans and boxers to his ankles makes him twitch. nobody has ever turned him on the way you do, and it’s frightening how good you make him feel.

but you always enjoy everything just as much, because he’s the best dick you’ve ever had. perfect length, enough girth to stretch you out, and he knows exactly how to move to your liking. matt even keeps it trimmed nicely.

the tip glistens with precum, and you pull your hair back with one hand like you’re getting ready to put it in your mouth.

“no, stand back up baby.” he instructs, and the commanding note in his voice makes you push yourself off your knees, extending to your full height.

matt turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, one hand on your side and the other on your back as he forces you to bend at the waist. your forearms press flat against the cool marble counter, and the assertiveness of it all sends a jolt of excitement right to your core.

his palm comes down on the curve of your ass without warning, just hard enough to sting. you let out a whimper, arching your back more as you gaze at him through the reflection.

he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, smoothing his hand over the place he just hit. his eyes are so dark, so full of desire that it just solidifies the way you feel about him.

“you like that? you want me to be rough?” matt leans over you, cock pressed against you as he speaks into your ear.

“please.” you whine, shifting your hips to try and feel more of him, to feel anything.

he stops your movements immediately and smacks your ass again, this time on the opposite side. it makes you groan in delight, almost involuntarily.

“you’re gonna look at yourself while i fuck you, got it princess?” he says, backing up just a bit so he can take his dick into his own hand and pump a few times.

you nod as you feel him line himself up at your entrance, and you know that at this angle you’re perfectly on display for him.

he pushes himself inside of you in one fluid motion, and you gasp as his fingers squeeze your hip. matt doesn’t give you time to adjust to him like normal. instead he immediately starts to pick up speed, wrapping your hair in his free hand so you can’t look anywhere else besides in front of you.

your lips are parted as you moan, eyes fluttering at the stimulation. you can hear matt grunting behind you, a deliciously dirty sound.

“look at how pretty you are, taking me so well. all fucking mine.” he marvels, rocking your body against him even harder.

skin slaps together, and his pace is making your legs tremble. you can feel the party raging on underneath you, and it’s strangely even hotter in this setting.

“shit, you fill me up so good matt.” you tell him, catching his eyes for a second before he throws his head back.

“fuck.”

he’s hitting it so well, and you can feel yourself tightening around him with every stroke. it’s turning him into an even bigger mess.

“god, if you keep that up i’m not gonna last much longer.” he warns, bucking his hips into you at a slightly different angle.

you cry out at the new sensation, a guttural noise that you didn’t even know you could make.

“i’m so close, right there babe.”

matt listens perfectly, using the hand on your waist to guide you so that you bounce against his thighs in the same spot. you’re a whining mess, and you can’t keep looking in the mirror.

you feel the tears as your eyes screw shut. the fire in your stomach is growing, spreading throughout your whole body. he tugs your roots a little bit more.

“come all over my dick, pretty girl. it’s all yours.”

his words are what send you over the edge, and your body shudders as you feel yourself giving in to the high, releasing all over him.

“fuck, matt, stay inside.” you pant, and he groans loudly.

two more sloppy strokes and you feel him tense, filling you up as he finishes. matt lets go of your hair, dragging his fingers along your shoulders, you back. you look so fucked out, makeup smudged slightly under your eyes, and you both love it.

he pulls out slowly, giving you one last tiny pat on your ass.

you’ve both got stars in your eyes as you stand, and you can feel the wetness pool against your thighs. thank god you’re on birth control. this was a special occasion anyways.

you turn, and matt immediately pulls you in for a kiss. you smile slightly, because you can’t help it.

“come on, i need to get cleaned up.” you pull away slightly.

“fine.” he sighs, but he lets you go regardless.

you wipe yourself off with some toilet paper quickly and flush it while he redresses. you two have been missing for minute now.

you guess it doesn’t really matter. sure, you should probably be discrete about having sex around your friends. but you’re also together. officially.

“so, does this mean i can tell the other girls in your dms to fuck off?” you joke as you put your underwear back on, shimmying into your jeans next.

“you can honestly tell them whatever you want.” matt runs a hand through his hair, smiling at you like a fucking goofball.

you’re just situating your shirt into place when the door comes swinging open, revealing a very drunk nathan. you and matt freeze, completely unsure what to do.

his eyes go wide as he realizes what’s going on, mouth hanging open like he can’t believe it.

“woah. no fucking way”

#matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #fanfic #roommate au #smut

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finnzhal · 6 months

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@meow2765 asked

can you do a platonic yandere alastor from hazbin hotel x a gn!reader? (feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it!)

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Ooh ! We sure love our demon with a Karen haircut <33 I feel like I've gone too deep into the yandere instead of making it fluffy.. but yandere isn't supposed to be fluffy, isn't it?

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Reader : GN!READER

Character : YAN!ALASTOR - HAZBIN HOTEL

Mentions : I don't support this behavior in real life, I only enjoyed writing.

Links : MASTERLINKS for requesting & rules !

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I see YAN!Alastor as someone who loves to see the scared look in his darling, he finds it entertaining. The way his darling wanted his help? So much better. He's shackling and a possessive type. He's a yandere who likes to control everything, "keeping you safe" from everyone by that means isolating his darling and observing their every move.

He met you at the happy Hazbin hotel and immediately thought you looked vulnerable and needed someone's help to take care of you in this cruel hell. His help.

The terrified and intimidated look you give him during his first time arrival.. he wanted to see that face more, he wanted to see how much you needed help, needed him. Which means he made you as his companion.. or a friend you call. Making this as an excuse to be more close to you.

He always keep an eye on you, monitoring you, disciplining you even. He doesn't want you getting hurt..If you're someone who gets into troubles or break alot of rules, He'll discipline you. "This place isn't safe, darling. That's why i'm here to observe you." he said, he's truly worried.

He makes a good impression of himself infront for you, it's weird that he treats you as if you're a fragile glass that can break at any moment. He treats you more differently than the others.

Don't get fooled by him, he'll criticize you or even insult you everytime you point out his weird behaviour or complain about him being overprotective and suffocating you. If you could just zip your mouth shut, he would praise you by the littlest things.

As hell is already cruel enough, he'll brainwash you and make you depend on him. He likes the way you need him to be by your side. Even when you think he's not there, his eyes are always on you.

Whenever you wanted to go out without him.. he'll purposely make your trip worse by stalking or asking someone to do something to make you call him and ask for help.. or even comforting you after the day

He invades your privacy, as he calls it checking if your safe. He doesn't like it when you keep secrets from him.. what if it cause you harm? how would someone help you? How would he help you if you keep being secretive?

Of course he would also be jealous if someone takes care of his dearest friend and you love it more than the way he cares about you. It makes him furious about seeing you smile and he's not the reason why you smiled. It makes him glitch out.

He would and will remove people for you. Someone bad or even good, Making you feel worthless as the people around you have gone. Making you more dependent on him.

Deep down he's afraid of losing you, he doesn't want that to happen again. He likes the feeling of being in control, being the one keeping you safe. If someone takes you away from him, he'll go insane.

If you break one of his rules, he had no choice but to isolate you from the others. You supposed to be listening to him. That's your punishment, he doesn't want you starving or get hurt because of him. He's not a good friend if he does that to you..

He just loves you, for sure you love him too because of him being so caring about you. You're vulnerable, weak, and pathetic.. who else would protect you other than him?

"You need me, Dear. You need my protection. You don't deserve to be in this cruel place.." He spoke softly while caressing your hair, You all chained up to your bed

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#୨୧FINNZ.WORKS #୨ৎSTARLING.ASK #male reader #gn reader #female reader #nb reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #yandere alastor #yandere headcanons #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #alastor x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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aita for reading my boyfriend's vent blog without its permission?

i (17FTM they/he) have been dating this guy (17NB it/its) for about 2 weeks now and during which our communication has already been pretty bad. we met through tumblr and there is a 17hr time difference between us. it has bpd and some other mental health issues, which have made communication difficult. it doesn't tell me when it's splitting or otherwise agitating, and instead ignores me, which make me panic bc i have been ghosted by multiple different previous partners. for a while its vent blog was linked in its pinned post, but after a little less than a week of us dating it removed it. i had been using it as a way of keeping track of it's mental health, bc as i said before it refused to lmk when it wasn't doing well. upon asking if it was ok or anything like that it would just say it was fine. even when it had been venting abt being rlly not fine. after a while it caught on that i had been stalking its vent blog and yesterday deleted the blog to make a new one, so i couldn't find it. luckily im a super sleuth and found its new blog through its mutuals reblogs and such. it was formatted the exact same and had a similar color scheme. bingo. the blog was full of posts abt how mad it was abt me snooping, that i had broken its trust, and that it didn't/couldn't even love me. it has gone through my vent blog multiple times as well, which i know bc it posted abt it on its blog. so, i decided to confront it. i msged it saying i was sorry and that i had gone through both vent blogs, and i understood if it never wanted to speak to me again, etc. once it woke up (again, 17hr time difference) it just yelled at me abt how i had broken its trust, which i owned up to and kept apologizing. i brought up how it had also gone through my blog, but it hasn't msged back or read my msg. it deleted its tumblr halfway through the argument. i have no idea what its doing or how it's feeling and its very scary for me. ik i shouldn't have invaded its privacy like that, but it was out of love. i want to repair our relationship if possible, but im afraid it might be too early in the relationship to fix.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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greenteaanon · 1 year

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Genshin Character's Opinion on

GenZ Reader

In Genshin SAGAU

¡!Mondstadt edition!¡part 1

This is rotting in my drafts.

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~Amber~

About The Creator:

From what i've been thaught the Creator is Very witty, very wise that they can go up against the God of wisdom in chess and win.

About Reader:

I actually didn't expect them to be so young...and sassy.. especially when they attacked Kaeya like that it honestly made me giggle, they also make pretty dark jokes about plauges, hateful actions, mental illness, I'm not sure if they're ok but they are still the creator.

~Kaeya~

About The Creator:

The Creator is Very Wise and Graceful, No one actually for sure knows how they sound since they've been rumoured to be able to change their voice into anyone.

About the Reader:

...As much as I enjoy being in the presence of the creator...What they said to me Kind of hurt, I know it's true but still it hurts.

~Jean~

About the Creator:

They're the one that fueled my reason to be strong..well apart from Vanessa of course.

About the Reader:

Well...their appearance was unexpected, I feel really bad about hurting them and I don't know how to atone for this

~Lisa~

About the Creator:

I've read so much about them, they're very strong I heard they single handedly wiped out a rebel army in the past...well that's what the books say.

About the Reader:

I didn't expect them to look so young, well they're stunning, I've heard that some of the others have accidentally injured them that is least expected to happen.

~Noelle~

About the Creator:

Everyday I remind myself that their watching me. So, I try my best to Impress them.

About the reader:

I didn't expect Them to Adore my cooking, I was shocked when they asked to taste my tea break pancakes when they first got comfortable in Mondstadt.

~Barbara~

About the creator:

I worship and pray to the creator as well as the anemo archon Barbatos, although their Glow and Holiness is unmatched.

About the Reader:

I honestly didn't expect someone that looks so ordinary to be our creator, But then again I had the Honor to heal them of their injuries.

~Diluc~

About the creator:

They're a figure in society alright, I respect them.

About the reader:

I wonder if they get tired of the constant worship.

~Albedo~

About the Creator:

My original creator, well I personally refer to her as a mother was close to them they were friends as far as I remember.

About the reader:

I honestly thought they were an imposter, I judged too quickly, I assume it's the relationship my creator had with them that caused me to lash out.

~Razor~

About the creator:

Lisa Taught Razor about Creator, Razor Thinks Creator is friend.

About the reader:

Razor likes them, Razor finds them...fun

~Fischl~

About the Creator:

I Fischl, Adores said Creator, For the creator had graced me with their blessing of being the Prinzessin der Verurteilung

Oz: She mean She's thankful for the creator

About the Reader:

They look like a simpleton on the surface but I Fischl knows better to judge from the surface.

~Eula~

About the creator:

Alot of people idolizes them, Even my Family which is Upmost surprising, I of course respect them as I should

About the reader:

They keep telling me I'm a 'Girlboss' whatever that is...

~Mona~

About the Creator:

I really want to take a look at their life...but I shouldn't it's bad..I don't want to get punished for invading their privacy

About the Reader:

They're surprisingly well versed in Astrology, They even told me the Zodiac Signs? They call it in their old world. And what ever a Bones Day is

~Bennett~

About the Creator:

I always pray for them to take away my bad luck. I guess I'm Unlucky that they dint hear my prayers

About the Reader:

They rush into danger..alot, I guess that's cool that they still hang out with me. I guess I'm not that Unlucky anymore, Like the normal amount of unlucky

#sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact cult au #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin sagau #genshin cult au

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alans-maladaptive-daydreams · 1 year

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The monster living in my mind. Yandere!MC x Obey Me brothers.

I've always seen fics of the brothers being yandere, which makes sense, they are demons but I think I also want to see a bit more yandere!mc so I wrote this. I didn't put a specific brother because the use of pacts and magic is a bit involved so it affects all seven equally, feel free to imagine it with whoever you want.

note: I might edit it again later to change the gender of the witch, since I don't feel completely comfortable with the female gender for the lover, I'll see if I can do it another day (cries in college student) I've been doing this for almost 3 months now so I just want to finish it lol.

Warnings: Violence, mutilation of the human body (self-harm and injury to a third party), infidelity, mental illness, insecurity, and insults related to someone's sex life. (I think that's all if there should be anything else I will edit it immediately, suggestions are very welcome). No-native writing, corrections are welcome.

Reader: Gender neutral.

Genre: Yandere and explicit violence.

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You had always managed to control those negative feelings that consumed your brain. Those feelings that made you think that the person you loved was betraying you, those same feelings that convinced you that you deserved it because after all you will never be enough.

Although you were a very jealous person, you rarely showed it to your partner. You suffered in silence and sometimes even other people paid the consequences of your moodiness and insecurities.

Your jealousy sometimes terrified you, the thought of ripping the throat out of anyone who had the slightest romantic or sexual interest in your partner was not uncommon in your head. Sometimes your brain played tricks on you, convincing you that you should make them understand that no one would love them more than you. They belonged to you.

You were aware that these thoughts were dangerous, you usually pushed them into the deepest and darkest depths of your being because, in the end, it was all part of your imagination and insecurities.

You had different partners, and none of them gave you a reason to distrust or get violent treatment from you. So even though you brutally disliked certain friends of your exes, you never said a word and preferred to ignore the violent flame inside you.

That was until you met him, a beautiful demon from head to toe who, while you brought out the best in him, he brought out the worst in you.

Many of your insecurities were drowned out as you moved through life together, yet they never completely disappeared.

The violent feelings became almost extinct, but they were still there, waiting to be fulfilled at the right time.

That's why you were visiting your psychologist almost daily, that violent insecurity resurfaced.

It resurfaced like an unstoppable flame, a bomb waiting to explode.

In a constant state of nervousness, your body trembled every time your boyfriend had an attitude that made you distrust him.

It started out as something you chose to ignore, but it never left a good taste in your mouth. All of his devices now had a different password than the one you knew.

When you questioned him, afraid of making him think you were invading his privacy, he simply replied "Security", you didn't dare ask him for the new passwords because you feared it would make you look bad.

Your second sign was his obvious nervousness every time he received a message or a call which, of course, he had to take in private.

It was then that you decided to blindly trust your boyfriend and avoid at any cost those thoughts that were taking away your sanity.

However things became more evident, from cancelled dates, strange looks at RAD, his brothers' nervousness when you asked for his whereabouts, his disappearance for hours at a time with ambiguous explanations. The relationship became weird, to the point that your boyfriend couldn't even look you in the eye every time you met because he didn't even have time for you, in his words; he had too much work to do.

That part of you that you thought you had buried was resurfacing, but much more violent, psychotic and anxious.

It was as if your brain was screaming at you in a loud voice "He's cheating on you, kill that slut so he can see who he's fucking with".

The thought of your beloved boyfriend with someone else disgusted you and made you completely sick.

It was then that something in you changed. You don't know what it was exactly, and you can't explain in what moment you started to think like that. It just happened, it was as if that sick and violent being that had always lived in you had finally found a way out, and you decided to accept it because, after all, that was your reality.

"We're demons, you're stupid for thinking he wouldn't cheat on you. "The demon mocked you as she showed you a video in which her friend, a witch, and your beloved boyfriend were the main characters in a sexual scene so repulsive that your stomach turned inside out creating a pain you never thought you would be able to feel.

With trembling legs and a broken heart, you walked to the bathroom holding back your tears and the vomit that threatened to come out. The demon watched you walk with perhaps the saddest look she had ever seen on you.

As soon as you entered the bathroom, you stuck your head in the sink, completely emptying your stomach.

Your cold fingers ran over the dark circles under your eyes, caused by sleepless nights of overthinking the whole situation. You reached down to your lips, covered in the residue of breakfast, and with a trembling hand, you stilled the sob of pain that shot through you like a bullet.

Tears soon overflowed from your eyes as your heavy breathing forced you to crouch on the floor, making yourself as small as possible, as if that way you could avoid the intense pain you felt. Your fingernails reached your scalp, digging violently into it, causing blood to slowly stain your hands.

"'Son of a bitch" you whispered.

You were going to kill him. Him and his fucking whore.

You were going to eat his brains while his brothers watch your feast.

Or better, you were going to rip every fingernail off his body, every finger, every tooth and make a beautiful necklace.

You'd open his head like a jar and eat his insides for breakfast.

You were going to tear him apart piece by piece. You were going to burn every part of his body that you touched until you saw living flesh.

Although you knew you were only a mere human, you also knew that the pact that bound your souls together was your greatest weapon. You were not the same human that had started the exchange program, you were a powerful sorcerer and you had seen death with your own eyes, you were not afraid. You were going to ruin his fucking life.

"Sometimes demons need a show of dominance to know their place, you must prepare yourself because eventually, that day will come". Your master had told you a long time ago. You never thought that day would come so soon.

You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror, the wounds on your scalp looked deep enough for blood to drip down your face.

"MC? Fuck, I didn't know you'd get like that, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have shown you that." The demoness approached you with a worried expression. She placed a hand on your back to comfort you.

"No, thanks. I needed to see it."

Your cold tone sent a shiver down the girl's spine, without looking at her you headed for the exit and before you left she said; "Don't blame her, okay? I know you know her and you exchanged a couple of words. She's not a bad person, it was just a mistake."

"I don't give a fuck, he was my fucking boyfriend, she knew that." with that, you walked out of the bathroom and headed straight to the House of Lamentations.

That day you locked yourself in your room and refused to let anyone in. They were all traitors, they always knew about his affair with his mistress and didn't have the balls to tell you.

Every time you remembered how they told you they appreciated you and thanked you for saving their family your stomach would drop. You no longer saw them as your friends, they were just disgusting beings who needed a reminder of who was in charge.

For seven days you didn't sleep, you didn't go to RAD and you didn't eat. For seven days you watched your boyfriend's every move, his whore's every move. Every move was etched in your brain like a tattoo. You didn't need to think about it for a second to recite it out loud.

By the end of the week, everything you had been repressing and controlling for years had come to light. What you had always been was now comfortable in your brain, the insecurity was gone, but the violence was more alive than ever.

At the end of the seventh day, in the middle of the night, what you had always feared became your nature.

You grabbed your bag and left your room, leaving it secured in case any of the brothers tried to break in, a spell that would shatter any limb that even accidentally touched your door.

"MC?" you heard one of his brothers say, but you ignored him. You were too focused on your plan.

Behind the House Of Lamentations was the place where you opened a portal, one straight to her lover's house. You didn't hesitate for a second to walk through it, standing right in the entrance hallway.

Your ears heard what you had always feared.

The familiar moans along with a not-so-familiar voice. The sharp movement of the bed's wood.

The love you had once felt for him disappeared completely.

You walked through the dark house, trusting your hearing until you reached the door.

Before you opened it you contemplated all that you were putting at stake in carrying out your desires. You contemplated whether it was really worth it. However, that little spark of reasoning vanished as soon as it arrived.

You set your bag aside and opened it.

The heavy hammer saw the moonlight for the first time since you had bought it. You held on tight and opened the door.

If at any time your sanity was present during all that suffering, after what you saw that night it not only disappeared, you killed it and buried it deep inside your annihilated and diseased self.

Silently you approached him and the first blow was directly to his head. Knocking him unconscious instantly.

The whore looked at you with frightened eyes and screamed trying to get the heavy body off her.

"Do you like getting into other people's relationships?" you asked, grabbing her hair in a fist and dragging her into the living room.

"You're fucking insane!" she screamed as she kicked and struggled with your violent grip. You lifted her body roughly and slammed her against the hard wall, squatted down and with your hand gripping her hair you forced her to look at you.

"Do you like messing with other people's relationships?" you asked again. She tried to defend herself from you with a pathetic and weak spell. You laughed and grabbed her face violently. "That's your attempt to save yourself? You should put a little more enthusiasm into it, like when you spread your legs like the whore you are."

She perhaps saw that she really couldn't against you, after all she knew who you were and she knew that no one could control the seven princes of hell as easily as you, so she felt that her only solution was to kneel at your feet and beg for forgiveness, praying for sanity to return to your mind, for your humanity to win over that monster that had awoken.

"I'm sorry," she cried, her voice heavy with fear. "I won't get into your relationship again" she grabbed your legs begging for your forgiveness over and over again.

"I hope it was worth it," you muttered as you grabbed her hair again to drag her into the dining room.

"What are you going to do?" she asked between sobs still clutching your arm, in an attempt to loosen your hard grip.

"You'll see." you smiled as you picked her up and slammed her down on the table in the middle of the room, causing her bones to crack slightly. "Or you may not survive to find out." You placed a hand on her chest as she tried to get up quickly and with a simple spell you completely paralyzed her body.

Her eyes widened gigantically and as she tried to scream for help you pulled the rest of your things out of your bag.

"It's no use, try screaming all you want, no one will hear you."

"What the fuck are you doing MC?" The voice of the main character appeared behind you. You turned to see him, blood was pouring from his head and he was in his demonic form in all his glory.

He was the love of your life, but if he couldn't play fair you would have to get rid of him, and you knew it would hurt you more than him.

"Don't worry, you'll be the only audience to this wonderful show I call 'Whore Anatomy, for cheating boyfriends'. Sit down and shut your mouth." He rushed over to you, intending to stop you. "Sit down, and shut your mouth." you repeated in a loud, clear voice. The pact worked its magic and your boyfriend was sitting there staring at you with undecipherable eyes.

"You know I love you, don't you? That's why I'm doing this because I love you and you must not disappoint those who would give their lives for you," you said as you took different things out of your bag.

You looked at all your instruments and thought carefully about what to start with, the excitement made your skin crawl. You didn't expect it to be so exciting.

"So, that's why I'm going to show you that this bitch isn't worth what I'm worth and hasn't done what I've done for you. It will be…educational." your eyes sparkled at the sight of the sharp scalpel. You took it and showed it to your boyfriend. "Pick a portion of the head. Ears, nose, eyes…" your kind smile faded as you saw his expression of fear, your hand slammed violently against his cheek and you repeated. "Choose a portion of the head. Ears, nose or eyes."

"Eyes…" he whispered to your surprise.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to go straight to it." You laughed and approached the witch, who was silently praying. "Stop praying, hoes don't go to heaven." With your fingers you opened her eyelids and showed her the scalpel. "Eyes are a hollow, fibrous globe, we use them to see beautiful things and to see unpleasant things. Whores, like your friend here, use it to track down men in relationships and crawl like a snake to get some cock" you muttered as your scalpel pierced the socket of the girl, who was crying and trying to scream, or so you thought after all her mouth was sealed.

As your sharp scalpel pierced the socket, her quiet cries became more erratic. " Quiet." you murmured, trying not to lose your concentration. Your index finger buried itself in her lacrimal duct pressing hard in an attempt to pry the eye out as cleanly as possible. Blood stained your fingers and the witch's constant attempts at movement were beginning to annoy you. "Stop or I'll cut your fucking eyelids off."

When she calmed down, you took the opportunity to completely bury your finger in the lacrimal, practically ripping the eye out of its socket and cut the nerve that attached it to her body.

You looked at the orb with pride and showed it to your boyfriend. "I pulled it off pretty well, don't you think?"

Your boyfriend looked at you with a strange look on his face, one you couldn't quite figure out. However, the game had only just begun, and the excitement was altering every part of your body.

Morning came, and your boyfriend woke up to the sun shining directly on his face. He looked around when the reality of everything that had happened the night before hit him violently.

"Good morning." You smiled brightly. "Go get changed and make me breakfast, the ingredients are in the freezer." you pointed to the kitchen as you lazily flipped through the channels.

Your boyfriend looked around, everything seemed normal, as if nothing had happened. He was a demon thousands of years old, he'd seen and done some fucked up shit but what he'd seen you do surpassed anything he'd ever lived through.

He've never seen a human look so… happy while mutilating a living person piece by piece.

He had never seen your smile and gaze as bright as it was last night.

He walked over to the fridge and opened the freezer, finding his mistress's frozen head, along with different pieces of her body separated into containers.

"So? Any idea what you're going to make?" you asked as you sat down on the island with a quiet smile.

It was then that he realized who was in front of him.

The monster watched him curiously as they rocked back and forth gently, perhaps trying to soothe the voices that were tormenting their deteriorated mind.

He realized that he had never truly met the depths of your being, that your loving, human form was nothing more than a barrier to prevent the one thing you yourself feared from coming to light.

But now… you seemed comfortable with this new nature of yours.

Too comfortable for his liking.

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nebulacritter · 2 months

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my thoughts on the KOSA situation

I'm very scared of this law. It's not protecting children at all. It is thinly-veiled xenophobia, abuse of power, and unnecessary censorship all at once.

It will wipe away most of the things that made our internet fun and diverse. It will wipe away queer content, the support for Palestine, and even sex-ed. For that last one, it just prevents kids from learning how reproduction works.

KOSA even allows the government to invade your privacy by spying on every single account on the internet. I'm not a political expert, but that doesn't feel constitutional at all.

I'm unsure if this law will pass though. One part of me thinks the politicians will finally succeed in ruining the internet, but another part of me thinks it's impossible and unrealistic for them to do so.

Also, I've seen millions and gazillions of users (like you!) protesting against KOSA, and I gotta say, keep up the good work! I've seen you talk to your senators about the damage it'll do, and I've even seen a truckload of votes in Bad Internet Bills! Honestly, I couldn't do it without you guys.

I can't really do much about this situation, but I can make a self-care list to get my mental health back into shape.

#LET'S SAVE OUR INTERNET TOGETHER!!!#kosa #stop kosa #internet

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justplainwhump · 1 month

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Shoes

Felt inspired by the prompt by @worldofwhumpcraft I reblogged earlier - obviously, the part about shoes, mostly. I don't even know what this scribble is, or where in canon it would happen (rather early), but have it anyway. Just consider it a bonus scene.

[Pet Safety]

Bea gets her first shoes.

Content / Warning: BBU, BBU recovery, caretaker is new owner.

While handing Adrian the two huge packages from his hand truck, the doorman tried to look past Adrian’s shoulder into the apartment. Adrian raised an eyebrow and leaned to the doorframe instead, his broad shoulders blocking the man’s view - and maybe, probably also intimidating him the slightest bit. Adrian was big. It was only appropriate to use it sometimes.

He signed off on the tablet the man was holding out to him.

"Anything of interest to you in my apartment?", he asked coolly, handing back the pen.

"I’m sorry, Sir, uhm, I…"

Adrian tilted his head. "Yes?"

"The… the pretty, uh, the…, she’s not actually a woman, right? I mean she is, but, like, do you still call it that, when they’re, you know…?"

"Her name’s Bea," Adrian said. "She is a woman."

"Is, she… there?"

"I got insurance for her, if that’s what you want to ask."

"No, I… I know that, it’s in the files, uh, yeah, thank you for providing it. I just… I’ve never seen one."

"A woman?" Adrian folded his arms, making sure to emphasize the muscles on his upper arms.

The doorman actually blushed. "A…"

"I don’t think I want you to see her," Adrian said. "I think I want you to apologize for that intrusion into her - and my - privacy, and I think you’ll need to do without a tip."

"It’s…" He cleared his throat. "Sorry, Sir, I didn’t want to invade your privacy, I… I just thought they, … I didn’t know you’d be that sensitive, I… I mean, don’t you work for WRU?"

Adrian closed the door into the man’s face.

"You know, Adrian Delgado," Bea said from where she lounged on the couch and paused painting her toenails. "You are allowed show me off. I don’t mind. I…" She paused, gestured at the eyepatch. "I know I have this, but I can still offer everything I am made for. I am - we all are made to be looked at, you know?"

"Made to," Adrian scoffed. "I fucking hate that phrase. How about, conditioned or, well actually, tor-"

Bea frowned.

Fuck. He worked for them. He worked for them, he was a good employee, a loyal employee, and he really should stop letting his guard down in front of someone who’d been made to - conditioned to never lie to WRU.

"I don’t like it," he said. "It’s disrespectful."

"Because I’m yours," she said solemnly and nodded. "Nobody should get to look at me, but you."

Adrian carried the first box into the living room. "Not that, either. Because I think you should get to decide who looks at you."

"That’s stupid," she said and closed the yellow nail polish, wiggling her toes at him. "I cannot decide things."

"You did decide on a color for your nail polish."

"It’s yellow," she said.

"Your favorite color," Adrian replied.

"It’s my favorite color because of how you smile when I say that it is." She smiled at him, in a way that made his heart ache. "I don’t decide things on my own. I decide things for your sake. But…" She winked. "I am pretty good at it, right?"

Was there a right answer? Was it right to tell her she was being good? Was it wrong? Was he enhancing her conditioning, using it, breaking it? Fuck. He was supposed to know these things.

"You are," he said. "You’re good at making me happy. I feel like you’re getting better at making yourself happy, too." He got the second box and stacked it onto the first.

She looked at the boxes with a nervous frown.

"I got you something," he said.

Her eyes widened a little bit. Not in excitement, he realized. In fear. "Thank… thank you, Sir," she said, voice dropping into a sweet lilt. "I’ll be good."

"It’s… It’s nothing bad," he hurried to say. "It’s… not for me. Nothing to hurt you. It’s-" He should just show her. He leaned over to pull a box cutter from his desk drawer.

Bea froze, staring at the blade. Her smile became soft and pliant. "You are free to hurt me, Sir," she said. He thought he could hear her hide a sob. "Do… do you want me to scream?"

"This is for the box," Adrian said. "The box." He cut open the packaging tape and threw the cutter back into the farthest corner of the desk, as far from Bea as possible. "You hear me? I don’t want to hurt you. Ever."

"It’s what I’m for," she whispered.

"Not anymore," Adrian said with clenched teeth.

"Then what am I for?" She looked at him, with a tint of hurt in her eyes. "Not for you to hurt. Not for you to fuck. Not to serve you, not to seduce you, not to serve the man at the door or anyone else. What do you want me for, Sir?"

"Adrian," he corrected her, more harshly than intended. "I want you to be-" Free, he thought. Free. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t free her. Not yet.

This was such a mess.

"Happy."

"Happy?," she asked with a frown, that smoothed away once she seemed to develop an idea. "Then let me sleep with y-"

Adrian cut her off roughly. "I want you to know you can move around. That you’re not… restricted." He reached into the cardboard box and pulled out one of the smaller boxes inside. "I got you shoes. I… I didn’t know your size, so I got a bunch of different sizes." He pulled away the paper and lifted a pair of yellow sneakers.

She looked at him, confused, then at her feet. Then back at him. "Pets don’t need shoes."

He knew. At the facilities, most trainees walked on bare feet. At the homes of their owners, it varied. Guards had shoes, of course, standard were heavy boots, equipped to fight. Domestics usually received these ugly clogs that wouldn’t allow them to run but stand stable when they cleaned the floors. Platonics, depended on their tasks. But Romantics? Either nothing, or insanely high heels that emphasized long legs and sinuous movements.

"I think you might find them… comfortable," he said. "It’s a good brand, they’re very light-weighted, and they allow you to run, walk, dance, they’re suitable for anything."

"I can do everything you need me to without shoes." She looked at him cautiously. "Do you want me to run, Adrian Delgado?"

"No, I…" He shook his head. "No."

Bea traced thin scars on the side of her feet with a finger. "Jack wanted me to run, sometimes. A game. Let the pack chase me, then. But he-" She tilted her head and glanced at the sneaker in his hand, almost longingly. "He didn’t give me shoes."

He reached out to hand the shoe over, and she took it gently, ran her fingers over the fabric, weighed it in her hand. "I," she began. "I would like to be better at running."

"You will be," he said. "Shoes will help."

She furrowed her brows, as if trying to understand if he was teasing her, then nodded and slipped into the shoe.

Wordlessly, Adrian knelt down in front of her, to check the size. She stayed perfectly still for him. Of course she would.

"Too big," he said and handed her another box. "Here, try these. I usually go for a run in the morning, before work, twice a week. Around the marina. You can come. Train with me."

She unpacked the other size. "Why?"

Adrian looked up at her. "Because if there ever comes a next time, when someone chases you," he said. "I want you to get away."

"What if it’s you?"

He felt her toes through the fabric, checked how firmly the shoe sat around her foot. This one fit more snugly. Good. He nodded to himself, only then realized he owed her a reply. "Always, yeah" he said eventually. "When you’re ready, Bea, run away. Don’t look back."

"You’re strange," she said.

Adrian smiled, and settled back on his heels. "You know, Bea. You’re the only one from whom this sounds like a compliment."

"You know, Adrian." She reached down to rest her hand against his cheek. Adrian’s heart threatened to skip a beat, when she met his gaze. "Yes. I think it is one."

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pjisskullourful · 3 months

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano × reader

part 26 [parts 1-25]

NSFW 🔥 filthy playtime for nasty kittens only

° Damiano David/female reader insert

° “Did you know that I love you?” He leaned in, whispering into your ear. “And that’s why I’m going to blindfold you and push you around and play with you until your brain absolutely melts.” - theres a new toy damiano has been dying to share with you

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° powered along by a request for extra praise from sweetheart @vittoriaisfuckingpathetic 💋 [requests are open!] [commissions are priority, secure the 2nd spot in my cue here!]

“Kitten, the house looks so good. I think this is cleaner than some of the hotels I’ve been staying in, for real.” Damiano said, coming back into the living room. “Honestly, I’m impressed.”

You looked up from the screen of your mobile phone. “What, were you expecting to come home to find muddy pig tracks through the whole apartment or something?”

“No, no, no. I would definitely have a lot of questions if that were the case. No, I know that you’re not a slob who was gonna wreck the place up.” He clarified. “I’m just really noticing it, in every room that I’m in. And I appreciate it, all this work must have taken a lot of time.”

“It wasn’t so bad. You were gone for such a long time that I could stretch it out and do it in little bursts.” You said.

He didn’t return to sitting on the sofa with you, placing his hands into the pockets of his baggy pants as he remained standing. “Surely you could find something more fun to do while I’m gone.”

You shrugged. “I guess. But I know how a clear house helps you keep a clear head and that’s what I wanted for you when you got home. It’s also a little selfish on my part because I’m working to get rid of any distractions. It’s all a play to hoard more of your time for myself.”

Maybe there would be a time when him leaving for tour didn’t feel so significant. It must be coming, the moment when this became normal, not something to adjust to.

But that time was not right now. This leg of the Rush world tour had seen you at a loss of how to be without him, as if you had forgotten how to do it, as if it were a brand new challenge. Some of the days had dragged by at snail speed with you feeling truly lonely.

Cleaning the apartment had been a way to fill the slow hours. At the same time, doing a task that you knew would earn you praise like ‘good girl’ had helped you feel closer to him - in some strange way.

It had been good to have something tactile to do when your jealousy over his globe-trotting days had begun to get to you. He had always kept you up to date, wanting to share his excitement with you. You never wanted to meet his enthusiasm with bitterness, even if there were times when it made you homesick for a life you hadn’t truly experienced. You couldn’t show him this jealousy, you couldn’t do anything with it. It was an unpleasant taste that you had to swallow down, hoping to wait it out.

It was better when you were together, that way all of his fun included you.

“And it’s not just how clean everything is that’s got me so impressed, babygirl.” He said and you noticed something different in the way he was looking at you - or was it just a trick of the lighting? “That package for me got delivered over a week ago and you just put it on my bedside table and left it alone. The packaging is still perfect, you clearly didn’t try to get into it once. You’re so well-behaved, even when I’m not here and I appreciate that so much.”

“It’s no big deal. It was addressed to you so it’s not mine to open.” You said.

“But didn’t you really wanna know what’s in there, under all of that packaging?” He asked.

“Sure. But I wasn’t gonna invade your privacy like that.” You said.

“Well, it seems like curiosity isn’t gonna kill this kitty, huh?” He said. “Maybe we should open it together ‘cause it was addressed to me but it’s really for both of us.”

He offered a hand out to you and you put your hand in his without hesitation. You left your phone on the couch, keen to discover what this secret package was. You had succeeded in fighting back the urge to rip it open, but that didn’t mean you weren’t deeply intrigued, drawn back into looking at it and wondering semi-regularly.

The long rectangular box was entirely concealed by the opaque mailing satchel. And the satchel itself hadn’t provided the answers that you needed. It showed you the sender’s address, but clarity hadn’t come with this. LTWS wasn’t a familiar brand name to you and typing it into Google had been no help, a few pages of results, contradicting one another with no obvious official website. It was easier to give it up, making the decision to spare yourself more frustrations. Patience wasn’t your strong suit, but you had willed yourself to tap into some, knowing it would please him - a delayed reward.

You stood up, smiling as you reached his eye level. But he remained still, not leading you to the bedroom where the box was located, as you had expected.

“Actually, how about you be a good kitty for me and take your clothes off right now?” He said.

Some sort of sex toy, I should have known, you thought as your first sense of reaction was to do exactly as you were told. “Underwear too?” You asked as you pushed the pants down from your thighs.

“Uh-huh, you’re not gonna need them and I don’t need them slowing me down.” He said and so you unhooked the clasps of your bra. “Do you have any idea how sexy your obedience is? God, I’ve missed it.”

You smiled, maintaining eye contact as you took your underwear down, able to step out of it. “Well I’ll have to keep it up so that you can get your fill.”

Of course you wanted him to be equally as naked. But in the absence of that, you still had plenty to enjoy, you could just focus on the way that he was looking at you. His eyes were making thorough work of getting reacquainted with your nude form. You were pleased rather than feeling the need to cover any part of your body. His gaze was a nice reminder of how much he wanted to admire you, during your time apart he hadn’t developed any radical differences in his tastes that would keep him from enjoying your body. It gave you the feeling that you could settle because everything was right (blissful, in fact) in your world.

Holding his hand, you went in the direction of the bedroom. You noticed the package missing from his nightstand. But before you could start to locate the mystery item, he was distracting you with kisses. His hands were on either side of your face, drawing you in and you didn’t resist.

You didn’t try to guess at what he had planned. You gave him your trust by sinking fully into this moment, positively savouring all of this closeness.

“I kinda don’t want to just show you the thing that I bought…” He quietly told you, his forehead resting against yours as his thumb stroked your cheeks. “It’s more than something you simply look at, so I think it would be better if you experienced it. That’s a better introduction than you looking at it, don’t you think?”

You hesitated, but this extra thinking time didn’t yield the result of the perfect thing to say. “Um, I would love to agree with you. But, Daddy- I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.”

“Right.” He said with a smile. “It’s all so clear in my head ‘cause I know exactly what’s going on, but you don’t… okay, new approach: how do you feel about being blindfolded, or is that not what you’re in the mood for today?”

You gently took one of his hands off of your face so that you could apply a kiss to the palm. “I’m in the mood for whatever you’re in the mood to do…”

His smile grew and you felt that rush of happiness over finding the right thing to say, the two of you confirmed to be on the same page.

“Did you know that I love you?” He asked and it would have been easy to get bashful. He leaned in, whispering into your ear. “And that’s why I’m going to blindfold you and push you around and play with you until your brain absolutely melts.” Now you were feeling bashful, a blush filling your cheeks. “Are you ready for that?”

You licked your lips. “Yes Master, I am.”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving his spot directly in front of you. “I’m glad that you said yes to this, because maybe I had already started to put things aside.”

“You’re a man with a plan, huh?” You asked.

He had crouched down, reaching for items that you hadn’t seen him placing under the bed. “Well once I started thinking, ideas just naturally grouped themselves together in my head.” He had more than the sash-style blindfold in his hands now.

“The kitty mask goes over the blindfold.” He told you, seeing your uncertainty.

“Is that, like, a safeguard to keep me from taking it off? 'Cause that's not necessary, Daddy. If you tell me to keep the blindfold on, then I will. I'm not secretly waiting for an opportunity to brat.” You said.

“No. I just really like how you look in this and it's been a while since I've seen you in it. And maybe you'll find out why it's appropriate attire…” He said. He held the blindfold in both hands. “May I?”

You made a face, feigning indecisiveness. “I don't even get to see you naked first? It's been so long.”

“Okay, settle down, you know you're not gonna be left waiting for nudity from me.” He said. That wasn't anything you could argue against - it was a running joke amongst your friends that they couldn't show up to your apartment unannounced, they had to give you a heads-up so you could make sure Damiano wasn't having his regular bout of time walking around naked.

He stepped closer and started placing the sash over your eyes. “You just show me how patient you can be. And I promise you will be seeing my naked body soon enough, we've got a lot of catching up to do.”

The soft material covered your vision and you shut your eyes. “Yes, we do.” He wrapped it around then tied the ends at the back of your head. In the darkness, you waited, trying to picture what he was up to.

The next thing you felt was the sash being pushed more firmly against your skin as he fixed the leather mask onto your face. It rested over the bridge of your nose, covering your forehead, with the triangular ears protruding from the top. He got the straps into place and tied them in a knot, also at the back of your head.

“It looks good, kitty. But does it feel good, not too tight?” He asked, his fingers playing with your hair.

“No, it feels fine.” You said.

“Come with me.” He said, taking your hand while putting his other to the nape of your neck, gently guiding you.

You took smaller steps than usual, ready to stop in the exact second that your toes touched something. But that moment didn't come. He got you over to the bed, instructing you to put one of your knees forward, onto the mattress. Once both your knees were on the mattress he got you to move a little further forward, then it was time for you to lie down, your bare chest meeting the sheets.

You listened carefully to the sounds of him moving around the bedroom. You wondered about what he was doing, your mind working to fill in these blanks as the minutes seemed to stretch out. You reflected on the clues he had given you, why was he so fixated on seeing you in the cat mask?

You felt the mattress dip under his weight as he sat, or kneeled, on your left side. Then you felt something soft, and seemingly light, brushing against your shoulder. You assumed that this was whatever had come in the package because you couldn't immediately link what you were feeling to something you had experienced before. It was a small touch but it grabbed all of your attention anyway. There wasn't any pressure, just the beginnings of the sensation of being tickled.

Goosebumps raised on your skin as he started to drag the mysterious object down, the fuzzy tip moving towards the centre of your back. He moved it to your spine, gradually stroking it up-and-down, causing you to squirm a little.

“Am I supposed to be guessing what it is?” You asked, turning your head only to find more darkness.

“No, we're not playing that game. You're just supposed to be enjoying it.” He said.

“I am.” You said as he started to move the mystery item in swirls.

Your imagination and memory worked together, trying to piece together an image to match what you were feeling. Was it a pom-pom, attached to what? Had he bought a feather tickler?

You couldn't help squirming as he focused it on the small of your back. The fuzzy object moved in slow, light swipes that had your toes flicking, giggles bubbling up in your throat. You wondered how this view was appealing to him.

He started to trace it down one of your thighs, aiming for the inner portion and your muscle tensed in anticipation.

Then you were feeling more of the fuzziness, more than just a tip. This thin object reached down almost the length of your thigh, adding extra dimensions to what you were trying to imagine.

You were starting to envision a strip of plush fabric, maybe the tie of a cosy dressing gown. It felt light enough to be this, but what did this have to do with your cat mask? Why couldn’t you just look at a new robe? He transferred it to your other thigh and you realised you were no closer to a definitive answer, so you gave it up to just enjoy the feeling.

Suddenly there was a jolt through your body and before you could register what had happened, you were kicking both of your feet up. Your muscles clenched and your toes were twitching - he had passed the fuzzy item over the sole of your foot. Your stomach was gripped and you were laughing before you could help yourself.

“Oh, are you ticklish there, pet?” He asked as you were tentatively lowering your feet.

You got your laughter under control, still smiling as you responded. “Yes, everybody is ticklish on the bottom of their feet. I'm sure you would flinch if I did the same to you.”

“Hm, possibly. Too bad we'll never find out.” He said before springing the object onto your foot again.

“Ung…” You flailed your legs as you began laughing again. There was tension in your muscles as you waited for him to tickle you further. You grabbed for the sheets as you laughed loudly.

Your chest was tight and you had barely lowered your legs back down before he brushed it on your foot. Your laughter got louder and you rolled onto your side a little. Your whole diaphragm was vibrating with laughter and you set it free, letting your sounds fill the room.

“Sttt-sto-ah-ah…” Your word was mangled by the laughter, which was more than you could control as he kept the object with your foot, no matter how much you moved it. “You've got-gotta stttt-op!”

“How can you expect me to want to stop when you're making the cutest noises?” He teased, continuing to tickle you.

“Puh-please.” You said through the enduring laughter. “Ah, ha ha.” You rolled further away from him. You placed a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the laughs as you attempted to get yourself under control again.

You felt the toy move away from you altogether, and the next thing to touch you was his hand. He grabbed for your hip, pushing you towards him again. “Okay, okay, please don't roll yourself right off the bed. We don't need you getting a bloody nose when you hit the ground or anything like that.”

“Oh, shit.” You said, going with his guidance to move back to your spot. “Will you stop?”

“Yes, kitten. I promise you.”

You had managed to kill off your laughter, taking in regular breaths again. “So that’s what you had delivered, some kind of tickling wand?”

“A tickling wand?” He repeated, sounding so uncertain it was as if he was pronouncing these words for the first time. “No, that’s not even close to what it is. You’re lucky I didn’t make this a guessing game because you just lost.

“It’s not designed to tickle, that’s just an added bonus because I like playing with you so much. Here, I’ll show you what it can do besides just tickling you.” He said.

You thought you heard the closeby click of a button being pushed, which offered limited clarity to your confused state. This was followed by the fuzzy material being brushed against your back again. Beginning at your shoulder, he laid it down in a diagonal line, reaching to one of your hips.

Once the object was resting against your body, you were able to identify a new sensation. The strip of plush fabric was buzzing, vibrating on a low intensity. This served to confuse you further, even through the pleasant feeling it gave you.

Before you could begin using this information for a new mental image, you were distracted by the sound of a draw on the nightstand rolling open. It quickly shut again. Then you heard what could have been a tube of lubricant being uncapped.

“How’s your ass?” He asked, sounding somewhat nonchalant.

But you were bewildered. “How is my-...? What kind of question is that?”

“What?”

“No, I’m the one saying what right now, Damiano.” You said.

“It’s a genuine question, I’m asking it with genuine concern because I need to know if anal should be off the table right now for any reason.”

“Oh.”

“So, how is your ass?”

“Um, would it be weird if I said it’s open for business?”

He chuckled. “If that’s the answer you want to give.”

“It’s all I can think of.” You said, blushing against the pillowcase. “I wanted to be witty or funny.”

“Well, you made me laugh.” He said and you noticed the teasing in his tone. “You just let me know if you change your mind on anal.”

“Mm-hmm.” You didn’t add anything extra this time around, not wasting time on finding the perfect thing to say.

The lube clearly held some sort of significance, but you didn’t know how to add it to the puzzle already in your head. The fluffy object continued its mild vibrating on your back, almost entirely overshadowed by the feeling of his slippery fingers between your buttcheeks. You drew in one deep breath after another as he started massaging the lube onto your hole. Slowly, tenderly, he progressed to applying it inside as well. You could feel the heat of your blushing still in your cheeks.

“Feels so good.” You wanted to reassure him of your willingness, but you couldn’t get your voice above a whisper.

“That’s great, babygirl.” He said, no longer making fun of you.

He tested at how relaxed you were by gradually sinking one of his fingers into your ass. He didn’t push in any deeper than the first knuckle, giving you the chance to adjust.

Momentarily you forgot about the blindfold as you lifted your head, turning it in his direction, only to be faced with the enduring darkness. “Maybe I should ask you the question now.”

“Hm?”

“How is my ass, Daddy?” You asked.

“Right, the question.” He said with a brief chuckle. “Your ass is adorable, sexy, perfect, addictive to play with, the best pillow anyone could hope for. And, I would say, adequately lubricated, what do you think?”

“Yeah, it feels like it.” You responded, lying your head down again.

“Good.” He said and you felt his hand leaving your butt.

You heard another subtle click as he took the furry item off of your back. Nothing seemed to happen after this and you waited. You still didn't know what his new purchase was - a tickling wand had been your best guess. Now you were stumped as to how the mystery item related to your hole needing to be lubed.

Was the lube now being applied to his cock? Or was this another incorrect guess from you? You worked at keeping impatience at bay, making yourself focus on getting comfortable.

“Are you ready, kitty?” He asked, resting what felt like a dry hand on your lower back.

“Uh–huh.” You replied, even though you still didn’t know what you were agreeing to. You maintained your trust in him, certain he would make it something that you would like.

You felt the mattress shifting and you anticipated to begin feeling his body on yours. But this didn’t come. Instead the next thing you felt was a fleeting brush from the furry material.

Then he was sliding something firm in between your buttcheeks. You felt the item’s tapered end easing towards your asshole and you took a deep breath. For the moment you had quit trying to fill in the blanks.

“Just stay relaxed for me, okay kitty?” He asked, his tone wonderfully warm and reassuring.

“Uh-huh.”

He worked slowly at fitting the lubricant plug into your asshole. You tried your best to remain still, but you didn’t think relaxed was a fitting descriptor for how you were feeling. You licked your lips, your chest tightening with excitement. Heat was rushing into your crotch with this area being lit up with tingles.

“You’re almost there. I know you can do it, babygirl.” He said. “Just a little… there you go, is that okay?”

“Yep, I’m happy with it.” You said, feeling another brush from the furry material, this time it was on the back of one of your legs. But you still weren’t interested in giving it much attention.

“Do you truly not know what’s going on? Or are you just playing along to let me live out my little fantasy of surprising you?” He asked.

“Truly, I don’t know what came in that package, or what it has to do with a plug, or what the plug has to do with what I genuinely thought was some sort of tickler. I know very little right now.” You said before silencing yourself, holding back from requesting the details you were hungry for.

“Well I guess now is a good time to stop with the blindfold.” He said and you lifted your head from the pillow. “I’ll let you see what’s going on for yourself.”

“Really?” You asked as you started to sit up, putting a little more caution into the action than you normally would.

“Yes, come here.”

You braced yourself by placing your knees on the bed, making a mental note of how you were still feeling the non-tickler brushing against different parts of your legs. But its importance continued to evade you.

He reached around your head, loosening the ties. You got your vision back, instantly regaining your bearings too.

You started to look over your shoulder, eager to get the full picture. You saw the fluffy cause of your tickling - a long and plush snake-esque object, lying limply behind your butt. It looked as soft as it felt. It was mostly made of black fur, with some pink stripes, almost like highlights in hair. But what made it vibrate, and why? And what required it to be associated with the plug filling your ass?

He wasn’t saying anything so you twisted your neck a little further, looking down to your butt. There was no separation between your ass and the furry thing, now you saw that. It wasn’t a snake.

You opened your mouth to share your realisation. But any words were replaced by a gasp for air when the toy in your body started to vibrate. It radiated out, affecting more than just your ass. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, finding his phone in his hand, you assumed this was the controller of the new sensation.

“You see, not a tickling wand.” He said. “I don’t know if that kind of thing exists.”

“You got me a tail?” You asked, you tentatively reached for its end, unsure of how it should be handled.

“I sure did.” He said. “But this isn’t just any tail.”

“It’s a tail and a plug.”

“Right and it’s one of a kind, completely custom and made just for you, and your ass.” He said.

“What, really? I can’t believe you would do that for me, Daddy.” You said, your heart swelling.

“Why can’t you believe it? You deserve the best, and you should know that I will always get the best for you.”

You put your hands to either side of his face so that you could draw him in for a kiss. “Thank you, I love it.” You kissed him again, but pulled back far less to speak. “And I love being your kitty.”

He initiated the next kiss, brushing some strands of your hair away from your forehead. His other hand drifted slowly down your back, a light touch that could prompt delighted shivers.

“I'm so glad to finally see you wearing it. So many times when I was away it would pop into my mind and I would get this close to telling you to open the package and put it in because I really didn't know if I could wait. But being here to see it in person the first time, it's for sure the best way it could have happened.” He said.

“Custom?” You repeated, wanting to spend some more time on that concept.

“Yeah. I searched the entire internet and everything that I was finding was almost perfect. Like, the tail would be super pretty but the plug was metal. Or the plug would be perfect but it was attached to a bunny tail.” He said. “I got you a thirty inch tail and I got it in your favourite colours, instead of just getting one colour, how boring. I needed the plug to vibrate, which can be controlled on my phone…” He showed you the screen of his phone, it was a simple looking outlay. “And I knew you would like it better if it was silicone. I would rather you not have a tail at all, than have one that isn't absolutely perfect.”

“That's so sweet and thoughtful.” You said. “I literally don't think I could even imagine a better tail.”

He extended his phone to you. “Do you want to play with the vibrations?”

“Thank you, Master.” You said with a smile.

You pressed the plus symbol a few times, your gut tightening. You exhaled shakily and he began kissing your cheek, his lips lingering on your skin. You tapped a different button, one marked with a simple swirl. This brought up a handful of smaller buttons, which were numbered one to five. You looked to him for an explanation of what they did, but he just smiled at you and started to give your neck some kisses.

You tapped one and felt the vibrations change, they got more subtle, then gradually built up in intensity. You squirmed as it cycled through from low to high, your cunt feeling hot and tight. Number two worked in quicker bursts of stronger intensity, less build up and cool down. He sucked on your neck a little as you pressed three, experiencing a different pattern of the pulsations.

He had the bottom of the tail in hand, lifting the tip up to your face and playing it against the end of your nose. You giggled, screwing your nose up but not moving away. You tried out the other two modes of pre-set patterns, enjoying the surprises each of them held. He used the tip of the tail to draw a line along your jaw, then caressed it up-and-down on your neck, getting you feeling true shivers now.

You returned to the main screen, keeping the vibrations consistent. Your eyes started to flutter shut but before they could entirely close, they saw something of interest. His dick was standing stiff under the material of his pants.

“You're really enjoying how I look in it, huh?” You asked, placing your hand on his knee.

“Fuck yeah, I am. My sexy little kitty.”

You returned his phone to him, taking something out of his other hand. You held the cat mask up to your face again, reaching around your head. “Meow…”

He helped you in the task of tying it into a knot, then he was covering your mouth in eager kisses. All of your giddy desires were coiling in your gut.

“Do you wanna show it off for me?” He asked, stealing more kisses before you had the chance to answer.

“Uh-huh.” You said. You were going to get up, but you couldn't help kissing him another time first.

The tail dragged along the ground as you walked to the available space at the foot of the bed. The plush fur was so soft when it brushed against the backs of your thighs. You couldn’t help looking back over your shoulder at it, admiring the bushiness of this tail. You had done some online window-shopping and none of the sleek tails had appealed to you, even though their price tags were more realistic. But this tail was luxurious and it didn’t leave you wanting more.

You turned your back to him, assuming this was the view he wanted. Before you could get your feet firmly planted in position, your attention was brought back to the plug and your knees shook in response to the vibrations unexpected increase. Your breath hitched for a moment.

Then you concentrated yourself again. You arched your back and tensed your leg muscles. Slowly you moved your ass from one side to the other, with the tail moving according to this momentum. You could feel the heat rising in your body, this excitement needing somewhere to land.

You didn't keep your back to him for long, you were too eager to see his reaction. His eyes slowly lifted up to your face and he licked his lips.

You picked up the tail about halfway down its length, you swung the end gently in the air, picking up speed until you could complete a circle. Then another, and another. He smiled as he watched you play. You swayed your hips from one side to the other as you kept the tail in motion.

His eyes briefly left your body so that he could look at his phone. He moved his finger into place but you noticed that it didn't make contact with the screen, hovering instead. His eyes were fixed on your face when he did press it and you were feeling the effects instantly, but only quickly.

The vibrations changed to a less intense mode, not dominating your focus. But then a powerful jolt came again, with no build up - just sudden and relentless. You flinched and before you were given the chance to adjust, it was gone. A smile was developing on his mouth.

“Are you having fun with your new toy, kitty?” He asked.

You opened your mouth to respond but another surge of vibrations caught you off guard, your throat momentarily clenching around any possible words. You felt it wearing at your composure, before promptly switching off. “Ye-yeah I am, I just…” You had gotten distracted from twirling the tail. “That mode feels different from when I was pressing it. Or am I just imagining it?”

“This isn't one of the patterns you were playing with. This is the burst mode.” He said and he tapped the screen, giving you a demonstration.

That was exactly what it felt like, and exactly what it made you want to do. Your heart was racing and you had begun to clench your fists as he activated the mode a few more times.

“Do you like it?” He asked, leaning forward and wearing an eager smile.

“Yeah, it’s a…” You shifted your weight from side-to-side, feeling quite unsettled as he clearly made moves to undermine your control. “It’s definitely a lot… uh, a lot of fun.”

“So much fun that you forgot to show it off to me, huh?” He pointed out, it was a gentle way of refocusing you.

“You’re right.” You said, pushing your shoulders back as you adjusted how you held the furry tail. “How would you like me to model it for you, Master?”

For the moment, he was leaving the buttons alone. “How about you get down on all fours? You can get a bit more into your kitten character, can’t you- for me?”

“Of course.” You said, lowering yourself to the ground before finishing your answer.

Even though the plug was inactive inside you, your heart was fluttering. Your knees rested on the carpet and you draped the tail behind yourself before beginning to lean forward. The way that he was looking at you (what you saw in his dark eyes) had you feeling a tremble in your thighs.

When he didn’t give you any direction, you moved as you wanted. You began to crawl toward him, where there was plenty of room for you between his legs.

“You should probably go back the other way if you want to really show me the tail.” He said, gesturing away from himself.

You didn't hesitate, reaching one of your arms out to the side and redirecting yourself. You crawled towards the wall, feeling the tail sway against your ass as you went.

You got as close as you could to the wall, stopping and looking back over your shoulder, needing more guidance from him.

“It's a perfect view, babygirl.” He said, eyes moving all over your body with great interest. “You're really great at this crawling around like a kitty thing, maybe you should stay on the floor for a bit longer. Being a fantastic kitty is fun, hm? You're just so great at it.”

“Thank you.”

“Show me how well you can crawl to me.” He said.

You did this at once. You kept your eyes on him, seeing how focused his gaze was. But there were moments when you broke eye contact, curiously looking at the protrusion in his pants and letting your mind race. There were so many things you could, and wanted to, do for him.

“Just like that, yes.” He said as you drew closer.

You were aching for his touch as you reached the end of the bed, placing yourself between his feet. You lifted your hands from the ground but remained beneath him, on your knees. You looked up at him, finding he had placed his phone aside for the moment. His hands went to your cheeks, yours went to his thighs, your nails pressing against the material of his pants.

You began to move your hands, going for the zipper. He did nothing to discourage you, instead somewhat foreshadowing your plan by giving you his thumb to suck on. You wrapped your lips around it as you got to your task.

“I hope you're not getting distracted again.” He said before you could get the button undone. “I'm not done watching you model this tail. I haven't had my fill of kitten's adventures around the floor.”

You took your hands away from him at once, perfectly happy to keep playing this game - because you knew how sensational the final destination would be.

“Show me from the side. Be a good girl and crawl along the side of the bed here.” He instructed.

“Okay.”

You gave his still-concealed dick one last look before you repositioned. You flicked the tail over to one side and returned your hands to the ground. As you started to crawl around the bottom corner of the bed, he turned around to keep track of you, not missing a second of your progress.

“Does Daddy like this view?” You asked.

He remained just as close as before, perched at the edge of the mattress. “Very, very much. Like might be an understatement.” He watched you get about halfway to the head of the bed. “Hang on, can you wait there for the moment?”

You stopped without question. You anticipated more from the plug, trying to prepare yourself for the effects of another burst. You kept your eyes on the bedside table that you were approaching. You were feeling eager, but you could still maintain your patience.

“Oh.” He said, his voice coming from behind you. “Well, you are definitely having fun with your new toy.”

A more powerful heat came into your face as you instantly realised he was referring to how wet your cunt appeared. And there was no way for you to hide it. You were totally exposed to him, every dirty need, all of your unspoken desires - it was his to use as he pleased.

“Being a good kitten really turns you on, huh?” He asked, you didn't have to be looking at him to know that he was smiling. “It turns me on, too. But you know what- I don't need you on the floor anymore.” You looked over your shoulder. “Climb up on the bed for me.”

You got up from the floor and saw that he was taking his clothes off, finally. You sat where you were, waiting for the next instruction as you watched him.

“How do you want me?” You asked.

“I was thinking face down, ass up.” He posed it as a suggestion. “I've got my fill of seeing you on the floor, but there's still more admiring of that tail I need to do.”

“Of course, Master.” You said, beginning to lay down. But you didn't rush, wanting to see more of his undressing process. He didn't correct this behaviour, moving in closer to kiss you. You took the chance to run your hands down his bare chest, your mind full of ideas.

You continued to enjoy the taste of him on your lips even after you had parted. You got into the required position, your nerves on edge as you were more than eager to experience what came next. You rested the side of your face on the pillow and separated your knees as you set them on the bed. You could feel the tail draped over one side of your elevated ass.

“Is the plug getting to be too much?” He asked as he moved in to fill the space behind you.

“Well it’s a lot, but in a good way.” You said.

“I know you’ll tell me if you need a break from it.” He said, his fingers massaging at the small of your back. “You’re always a good girl with stuff like that- my smart, responsible, capable babygirl. Is that what you are?”

“Yeah.” You said a little shyly.

“Here…” He said, placing his unlocked phone on the pillow next to your face. “You can have a play and see which modes you like best while I’m getting into position here.”

You picked it up, your eyes going to the button that activated the intense bursts, but you didn’t feel brave enough to touch it. “I think they’re all gonna feel like the best right now, I’m horny as fuck- you already know this.”

He snickered and you felt his legs pressed against yours - the distance between your bodies thankfully becoming a thing of the past. “Yeah. I know it and I love it.”

You tapped the plus symbol, driving the consistent buzzes to a greater strength. You opened up the options for different modes and selected one without overthinking it. You enjoyed the rise-and-fall in intensity, making the eagerness swell up like a tangible presence in your gut. More blood was pumping into your pussy.

You were hyper-aware of the movements he made as he began to spread your cunt open with his dick. Your eyes fluttered shut and you stopped caring about trying out the vibrator's other modes, what you currently had felt perfect to you. He leaned more of his weight into you.

“Good girl…” He said with a moan as he pushed in deeper. “You're loving having two holes filled like this, aren't you?”

“Yes.” You said, short on breath.

You shut your eyes, feeling into your body differently than before and a moment was needed to adjust. This new level was so promising.

Your walls fluttered around him as you sank into this feeling, marvelling at how the pressure in your cunt could make you pay more attention to what the plug was doing in your ass. All the while, your clitoris was throbbing and you started into that ache for release, now knowing you could fully attach yourself to it.

“Oh, my perfect fucktoy.” He praised as he moved to that spot where he could mostly fill your cunt.

Butterflies swarmed into your tummy and you were soon smiling as you released the need to think about a single thing. Instead of thinking, you were just witnessing, paying attention to the little details.

You felt his hand grab for your hip, his fingers digging into this squishy spot. Then more of his body was pressing into yours, more skin-on-skin, making you feel so ready to melt into him. The air around you was perfectly still as you waited on the knife’s edge, aroused energy rushing through your veins.

There was a hint of separation with him rocking back on his knees. Thankfully, this was promptly fixed by him thrusting forward, your cunt swallowing his length again.

His tip massaged along your sensitive walls as he indulged in some more plunges back-and-forth. You weren’t trying to match him, instead arching your back and keeping yourself steady, giving him a set, reliable target to land his pumps on.

As you were beginning to adjust to these increased threats to your composure, you opened your eyes. You found that his phone wasn’t in the spot where you had left it, it didn’t appear to be anywhere within your grasp. You didn’t get too hung up on this, your attention was driven to more important things.

You started to meet his thrusts, working your hips to match his movements and it was immediately rewarding. The pleasure greatly accelerated through your body and you felt how easy it would be to go wild - but you hadn’t been invited to do so yet. You gulped in a large breath and tried to steel yourself, one of your hands curling into a fist around the corner of the pillow.

It seemed like you were getting on the same pacing as him, truly harnessing what your body could do in this position. Then you were stunned by another use of the burst function. You froze, shoved into a state of disbelief as sparks shot through your brain, very tangible to you in this moment.

You didn’t feel the whine as it moved out of your throat. You only became aware of it when you heard it. You buried your hot face into the pillow, taking a pause to just be overwhelmed.

“Can you handle it?” He asked, his words strained to betray how his throat was clenching.

You gave a wordless cry. “Mn, it feels so good.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He said. “I wanna know if you can handle it.”

You strengthened your legs again, grinding back into him. “Yea-yeah, I can take it, I wan’... I fucking want it.”

“You’re gonna get it, because you’re such a good girl.” He told you.

There weren’t any words that followed this, the sounds that came next were made by your bodies colliding as he set into a luscious rhythm. More of your body opened up to him in response to his continued pumping.

He seemed to work himself into you with more power than before, an excited whine coming from him - the authenticity and unrestrained quality of it made it sound just as explicit as any curse words he might want to share. “I hope you’re in the mood to get it rough, because there’s no chance of me holding back when you look like-... you have no idea how good you look right now, kitten. It’s beyond, it really is. The tail looks amazing, it’s a little unbelievable how much it suits you. It’s just…”

You lifted your face from the pillow and turned your head, partially bringing him into view. “Does it make me look owned?”

You weren’t expecting the pause before his response. “Owned- uh-huh.” He let out a short chuckle. “Yeah, you’re definitely looking owned.”

That was an answer worth waiting for, tantalising you as you let it sink in. You immediately strived to commit it to memory. It was like a photo taken on a special occasion, from time-to-time you would want to pull it up and look at it to remember the moment as clearly as possible.

“Yes.” You said, keeping your impassioned rocking in time with him. “Own me, Master.”

His hips began snapping into yours faster. It pumped more excitement into your veins and you didn’t wish for more time to catch your breath, happily riding this escalation.

His dick fucking into you somehow harmonised perfectly with the sensations stirred up by the butt plug, which remained set on the same reliable level. It was all building a delicious tension inside of you, the vibrations keeping you elevated and always anticipating his next jerk. And when those jerks came, they sent spectacular sparks shooting through your whole system, holding the potential to disorientate you.

Your clitoral hood felt swollen, so much so that your focus kept getting pulled back to it. The nerves in that concentrated area were very reactive and there was blood so consistently pumping through it, making it ache. The hood was just one of the many parts of your body that made up the choir that was screaming for your ultimate release.

When his next plunge forward delivered his tip to your g-spot, your eyes momentarily rolled back. You wanted to melt more than before, a stunning wave rushing through you. At the same time, your cunt clenched onto him, as if this was the key to keeping him in this spot.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuck…” He gasped, rocking back with a quiver.

You were greedy, leaning back for more contact. His tip stroked against your sensitive walls, making you more aware of that tension inside of you.

He didn't leave you waiting for long, mercifully. He rutted firmly into you, skin slapping against skin and you were soon gripping to the pillow as he reclaimed his momentum.

It was just as impactful, but his movements didn't come in as consistently. His energy was a little less predictable and you couldn't match yourself perfectly to him. But there was still plenty to enjoy, you didn't find yourself short on stimulation. You lived for the friction between your bodies. You just kept snapping your hips back into him, knowing that you were on the right path to an orgasm.

He had both of his hands on your hips, the phone lost from the scene presently, but the plug kept vibrating.

“Oh, oh…” He moaned, sounding a little surprised. “I’m close, already. Oh, holy…”

His body made quick, repeated smacks into you. As you poised yourself to feel his cum shooting into you, you held the knowledge that his focus was being compromised by his excitement. On some thrusts he could collide with your sweet spot, but he wasn’t specifically aiming for this. In the pursuit of his climax, his goal was just to maintain motion and you worked to stick with him, not wanting to let him down at this final point.

“Ah, kitty, fuck, I’m fuckin’ gun-ah…” His strokes got shorter, coming in rapidly.

He surrendered to the release, swinging deep to unload into you. There was no rocking back, he stayed where he was, letting his conclusion play out. You felt the cum drenching your receptive walls, which were fluttering and keenly gripping to him.

“Oh, holy fuck.” He sighed, starting to slowly lean back. “That was-... I didn’t know I was gonna come that quick.” He let out a breathless laugh. “You just felt too damn good.”

You lifted your head, glancing back at him. “Thank you for that compliment.”

“I’m just gonna…” He said, leaving your cunt. “Are you happy to keep that plug in?”

You wiggled your butt in the air, still filled with so much eager energy. “Mmn, more than happy.”

He stroked his hand up-and-down your back. “You’ve been such a good girl, a really, really good girl. Now I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”

“Yep.”

You were glad when you felt him move in closer again. He didn’t penetrate you, but it was lovely to feel the warmth of his body some more as he wrapped an arm around your middle. He was leaning into you, without pushing all of his body weight into you. He rested the palm of his hand against your pubic mound, while his other hand was seemingly missing in action.

You quickly realised where his other hand was when the toy gave a powerful burst. Your breath got stuck in your throat as you were completely taken by surprise. The excitement swelled up, desire ready to take the lead.

As the intense sensation started to play out, he placed his hand directly to your pussy, one of his fingers going to your pulsing clit. The muscles in your body clenched. You were feeling everything on such a deep level, the core of your being ready to respond.

Before you could adjust to this new level of stimulation, he was giving you another burst. And it took you a little longer to recover from this.

It felt like there was fire coursing through your veins when he began to work his finger on your clitoris. He slowly dragged his finger up-and-down against it, prompting you to see stars behind your eyelids.

He set into an easy pacing with how he rubbed your clit, steadily adding to the ecstatic arousal. You started to match his motion, rocking your hips back-and-forth. This allowed you to secure more pressure on your clitoral hood, a perfect crescendo that signified the end of each swing. He didn’t tell you to stop, seemingly finding nothing about your current movements to correct and you took this as permission to concentrate on your continued effort.

The vibrations changed, but he wasn’t unleashing more bursts upon you. This time he had activated one of the patterns, the strength of the pulsations rose-and-fell in a way that felt very gentle after so many jolts from the burst option. It didn’t urge you into a rushed new pace, you could still enjoy each rock of your hips.

He worked your clit with continuous circles, inviting in more hot excitement. Was he applying more pressure, or were you just getting more, irreparably sensitive?

“Have I mentioned that I fucking love my tail, Daddy?” You said, your words somewhat muffled as you kept your face buried in the pillow.

“Aw, I’m really happy to hear that.” He said. “You’ve more than earned this gift.”

He increased the plug’s strength, making the programmed peaks feel all the more significant. There wasn’t any chance of you successfully hiding your neediness from him. Your thrusts lost their smoothness as more of your composure trickled away. You just wanted more, more of that enticing tension.

You let out a happy whine as you felt yourself reaching the spectacular edge. There were more stars in your vision now. You jutted your hips forward faster as the vibrators pulsations encouraged you deeper into the pleasure, which was getting to fever pitch.

“Uh, uh, unf…” Your whimpers accompanied your reckless rutting as you started to get lost in these truly overwhelming sensations.

His rubbing on your clitoris became vigorous, making sure you didn’t know even a fraction of a second of peace. “Come for Daddy, come for your Daddy, right now.”

“Yea-yes…” You rasped as you twitched and trembled through your next series of thrusts.

“Come for Daddy.”

His words seemed to echo in your head as you surrendered into the intense rush. The tension snapped and you disappeared into your climax.

You thought it was the ideal time to quit and find your way back to calm. But you soon realised that he had different plans.

He didn’t extract the toy from your hole as you began lying down in a more natural position. He turned the neverending pattern off, but this was swiftly followed by an activation of the burst mode. You gave a little cry, but beyond that you were unable to respond - you certainly didn’t have any words to share.

He wasn’t speaking either. But you attempted to stay mentally aware of where he was - trying to predict moves he may not have decided on yet.

More bursts came from the plug, shooting intimidating aftershocks through you. You didn’t know how much time passed between them. You remained constantly startled by them, you were positioned on very shaky ground, he had expertly weakened you.

“Good girl.” He said in the warmest of tones.

You got some much needed air back into your lungs. As you were taking more deep breaths, you recognised that you had been in a noticeable break from the exciting bursts. With coherent thoughts coming together now, you started to wonder if he had stopped playing with the app. You kept just taking in deep breaths for the moment.

Feeling a fraction of your strength returning, you began by opening your eyes. You slowly lifted your head, seeing that he was at your side, close enough to easily touch. You checked his hands, relieved to find a lack of phone in his grasp.

Now it was time to quit.

Your body felt very tender (as if you had just pushed through a yoga class too advanced for you). You savoured lying still. You let your eyes shut, feeling the occasional twitch and tremble in each of your holes - but you were getting closer to calm.

“How do you feel?” He asked, giving you a respectful amount of space as you moved into recovery.

“You mean: how’s my ass?” You responded, winning a smile from him.

“Amongst other things, yes.” He said. “Would it be okay if I took the plug out, or are you feeling too sensitive to have it touched?”

“Could you take it out?” You requested.

“Of course. Keep taking deep breaths for me, babygirl.” He said, easing in closer to you. “While I’m doing that, you can take a look at your menu.”

“I don’t need it.” You said before he could reach for the homemade pamphlet. “I already know what I want.”

“Oh, well please tell me all about it.”

He worked as carefully as possible, but your overly-sensitive hole was aware of each slight movement. You bit into your lower lip as a keen heat remained below your waist.

“I want cuddles.” You said. “And more words of praise.” You let out a shaky breath as all of the pressure finally left your hole.

“I’ll give you hours of praise.” He said.

“And could we watch TV? I’ve been saving up the new episodes of Futurama to watch with you.” You said, looking at him from your lower, reclined position.

“Cartoons and cuddling with the best girl in the whole world- that’s a reward for me, too.” He said. “Just let me put this aside in the bathroom. I’ll get to cleaning it, later.”

He had the tail in hand as he got up, leaving the room. You didn’t have the energy to rush into a new position, taking each movement one at a time. As you laid on your back, you gave a slight adjustment to how the kitten mask was resting against your face. You weren’t willing to take it off yourself.

He took a little longer coming back into the room than you had expected. You got the television turned on, the right episode queued up.

“I wanted juice.” He said as he returned. “So I got you a glass, too.”

“Thanks.” You said, sitting up straighter.

He placed both cups down as he joined you on the bed. “You don’t have to keep the mask on. If you want to, but I won’t make you.”

“Okay.” You said reaching for the knot at the back of your head.

Seemingly he forgot about his thirst, watching you with interest in your every move. There was a smile on his face, making you wonder what he was thinking.

“You really just thrived in that scene, huh?” He asked. “You totally got into character and you did it more perfectly than I could have imagined. And I’m not just saying this because you asked for praise. I’m saying this because you amaze me. You’re so fantastic at being a submissive and you make it so much fun to play, it makes me wanna play with you more, so much fucking more.” His tone changed, perhaps in response to what he saw on your face. “But not right now. We’re gonna rest right now.”

You accepted the cup that he handed you, “How come you hesitated?”

He furrowed his brow. “I hesitated?”

“Yeah, earlier. I asked if I looked owned and you didn’t answer straight away. You answered and I liked the answer, but… did you not like the question? We don’t have to use that term…”

He smiled, tucking his legs in under the blanket. “No, I have no issues with saying you’re owned. I had to hesitate because I had heard you wrong, and I thought…” He trailed off, needing a moment to just laugh. “I thought you had said pwned.”

“Pwned?” You repeated, doing your best to not mangle the old-school term. He nodded, unable to speak because he had resumed laughing. “Why the fuck would I say pwned?”

He shrugged, his laughter not completely under control. “I have no idea. That’s why I hesitated because I was trying to figure it out, trying and failing.”

You smiled as you shook your head. “But seriously, why would I ever say that?”

“I don’t know, I was very confused.” He said.

“Am I a chronically online gamer from the late 2000’s?” You asked.

“You can’t blame me for being confused, all of my blood was going to my dick, not my brain.”

You let out an overdramatic groan. “Ugh, that’s your excuse for everything.”

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sxugaryx · 2 months

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Pouty Face (Fanfic)

One shot 💛

“What? Don’t look at me like that, everyone hates puppets, I know which side you are on” Eugénie fixed her glasses, expecting him to give the training grounds a try or to leave right away.

However he kept staring at her, visibly getting upset, maybe she should apologize. Eugénie was about to do so when she noticed his cheeks turning slightly pink, his lips moving forward and frowning.

She tried to stop herself from laughing, unfortunately, she couldn’t and she had to cover her mouth before composing herself.

“Look, I’m sorry okay?” Eugénie had a huge grin on herself trying to not laugh again.

That seemed to have done the trick for now, Eugénie couldn’t stop smiling as Pinocchio turned around, activating the stargazer, leaving to find his father.

—

“What? What did I do? You look annoyed” Gemini chirped from his cage.

Pinocchio looked away, giving Gemini the silent treatment.

“Oh don’t give me that attitude you brat” Gemini rolled his tiny eyes inside that cage.

That only made Pinocchio more angry, shouting that he wasn’t a brat, then, as usual, unintentionally pouting again.

“You know, this isn’t good boy behavior”

Pinocchio grabbed Gemini’s cage, shaking it over and over again. Until he finally stopped and attached him back to his belt.

Gemini felt dizzy, the cricket twirling trying not to lose his balance before he fell inside his cage.

“You brat…” Gemini could barely let the words out, “This is cricket abuse”

—-

“What? No of course I didn’t read the contents, who has time to read anymore? But… I could help you read it if you want to” Venigni was dying of boredom inside Hotel Krat.

It looks like Pinocchio didn’t buy his lie because he started pouting to his amusement.

“Come on friend” Venigni laughed, “It’s not as if I can go outside to steal it from you”

Pinocchio’s face became more red, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that he invaded his privacy.

First, Pinocchio is also invading someone’s privacy by reading the contents, second…

No, he can’t point out the second detail, Venigni burst out laughing at seeing Pinocchio angry like that, that just made Pinocchio more pouty, in turn making Venigni laugh more.

“Okay, okay, my apologies” Venigni was catching his breath, snapping his fingers he spoke up again “I’ll repay it to you, let me make you a special Legion arm, just hand me down that flame amplifier”

That apology gift made Pinocchio calm down, he thanked Venigni before leaving again on his quest.

“Come on Pulcinella don’t look at me like that”

Pulcinella was staring at Venigni, to most he was only watching him, however, Venigni knew that he was giving him a disappointing look.

“He is too cute for his own good” Venigni needs to ask Geppetto one of these days how he made Pinocchio’s face structure.

——

Pinocchio threw himself onto the floor of the stage of the Opera House, throwing a full-on tantrum, frustrated that he couldn’t defeat Romeo.

Romeo just stared at him awkwardly, he was glad he wasn’t fighting him, but he was at a loss on how to react.

He tried to speak again, Pinocchio wasn’t having it, it’s not as if he could understand Romeo in the first place. It didn’t take long for Romeo to put two and two together that this wasn’t Carlo, as Carlo wouldn’t be caught dead throwing a tantrum like this because he couldn’t win a fight.

Pinocchio was pouting, flustered he had small tears in his eyes and began to shout again and again how it wasn’t fair, that he was supposed to beat Romeo and make his father proud.

Romeo started to feel bad for him, he got closer but Pinocchio grabbed his weapon again with force, firmly grasping it, Romeo drew in his weapon again, waiting for Pinocchio’s attack. But the boy threw his weapon at one of the walls in frustration and began to start pouting again, knowing well that he was too exhausted to actually defeat him, he had run out of pulse cells and was having a hard time keeping up his stamina.

Romeo tried, he tried really hard not to laugh and he failed, now he was on the floor too, desperately trying to catch his breath from all the laughing. That made Pinocchio think he was taunting him, he screamed, not words, simply screamed in anger.

Pinocchio was shocked when Romeo stopped laughing and helped him get up from the floor. Then he simply… left. He had left to find a piece of paper and a pen to tell him the truth, feeling stupid that he hadn’t thought about that, however, Pinocchio took it as him leaving because he conceded, so Pinocchio celebrated his victory and went outside, meeting with his father who was oblivious at what happened inside, praising Pinocchio for being able to defeat the King of Puppets.

Pinocchio was beaming with joy, hugging his father who hugged him back. Meanwhile, inside the Opera House Romeo was confused about where Pinocchio ran off to.

Well, he should start planning on how to communicate with him without Geppetto present, for now, he needs to find a way to fix up his eye.

——

“Huh? What do you mean you aren’t going back there?” Geppetto looked confused, maybe he heard his son wrong?

Pinocchio meant it, he had been at the Grand Exhibition for some time, but he hadn’t cleared the place, choosing to retreat instead with Sophia’s pocket watch. His father had spent an entire hour fixing him up from all the ruthless attacks those puppets put him through, he hadn’t even gone past enough to see the alchemists that were inside. Neither reassuring words nor showing affection seemed to change his mind.

“Son, I understand you are frustrated but you are the only one who can help” The alchemist can't run around getting away with what they are doing.

Pinocchio stood his ground, literally, as he threw himself onto the floor again pouting. This wasn’t as bad as with Romeo but he learned from the last time that throwing a tantrum works so surely it will work with his father.

Geppetto laughed, however, Pinocchio stayed on the floor for several minutes and that's when Geppetto realized he was serious.

“Oh no, you aren’t going to throw me a tantrum, so I’m going to count to three or else” Geppetto’s voice was stern.

“One”

“Pal maybe you should really stand up” Gemini was trying to save his friend.

“Two”

Pinocchio didn’t move an inch.

“Two and a half…”

Pinocchio smiled, confident that his father was only bluffing.

When everyone downstairs heard Pinocchio screaming, they were obviously filled with worry. Then they were filled with shock, their jaws dropping as they saw Geppetto carrying Pinocchio downstairs who was kicking and screaming to drop him.

Geppetto pushed through carrying Pinocchio, activating the stargazer and dropping him off inside the Grand Exhibition.

Geppetto desperately gasped for air, completely exhausted, his back was probably going to have irreversible damage due to this. All just to prove a point.

Looks like both father and son can be equally as stubborn.

Although Geppetto is starting to realize that this lesson was a little extreme, so as he leaves the place, he uses Law 0 to make the puppets tame, giving his son a small break. The boy does not question why the puppets suddenly seem useless at combat, happy that everything is going well again.

——

“Tell me, what do you think we have created here?” Simon was looking down at Pinocchio, waiting for his answer.

He obviously expected him to say that he was making monsters, he did not expect him to look like an angry toddler while saying that.

Simon took a deep breath, trying to hide the grin on his face.

“Geppetto’s creations are truly marvelous” Simon mocked him, “Go back to your daddy and ask him to teach you how to proper etiquette”

Simon turned around; suddenly Laxasia threw herself in front of him, Pinocchio had launched his weapon directly at him, had Laxasia not been there as his human shield, he would have been stabbed right in the back, killing him instantly.

What surprised him the most was that he threw him quite the sharp umbrella, the weapon was also electrified, Laxasia’s armor shocking her, although this was nothing to her, she was Simon’s weapon, and this pain was insignificant.

He turned around and threw the keys to the locked doors of the Saintess of Mercy statue. Looks like he underestimated the little brat, he should get that as a reward.

—-

Antonia was on the top floor, Geppetto had been kidnapped, and by now everyone had left downstairs, although Pinocchio had stayed behind to make sure she was okay. He truly is a good boy.

Who even when he is so done with everything around him can’t help but look adorable, having that pouty face.

Antonia, unlike everyone else, knows how to keep a composed face, being a Lady of high society comes with many unspoken rules, codes, and ways to properly address others, even in the most unpleasant of circumstances.

Antonia told him to come closer and kneel next to her, she gave the boy a big hug, and it made him feel better. He told her he would be back to check up on her, he already did that constantly, he only wanted to show her more support, Antonia smiled, he is so kind to worry about her.

Pinocchio left the room, it wasn’t until she heard the sound of the stargazer activating that she let out a chuckle.

That was a mistake, Pinocchio touched the stargazer on purpose to pretend to activate it, before running back downstairs to confront her.

“Dear you have to be honest with yourself” Antonia sighed, “We all love you and respect you, that doesn’t take away the fact that you look cute when you are angry”

Pinocchio huffed, looking away, Gemini scolding him, saying to not be rude to Lady Antonia.

—-

Carlo is staring at Pinocchio on the floor, his brother throwing a tantrum because he can’t beat him. He is yelling a lot of things, about how this isn’t fair, shouting at Carlo for being the “favorite child”.

Then he started to shout at his father, finally taking out all of his frustrations, how he wanted to be a family, how he didn’t have to do this.

Carlo turned around to stare at his father who said nothing, although he could tell that his father was starting to feel guilty, Geppetto opened his mouth before closing it, he couldn't look at either of them so he looked at the floor.

Carlo puts one of his weapons on the floor, then he grabs Pinocchio with one hand with ease, lifting his body and making him stand up.

Patting Pinocchio’s head, Carlo picks up from the floor his second weapon, giving it to his brother. Both of them now staring at Geppetto.

Pinocchio is confused until the gears in his head start working and he realizes what his brother is telling him.

For the first time ever, someone took Pinocchio’s pouting face seriously, as Geppetto saw his two sons slowly approaching him step by step.

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toastypencils · 9 months

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Contains of Spoilers of some of the Geronimo Stilton books!

Alright so,I haven't done these rants in a while so uh, I am back with another one. This rant has been something I have been wanting to put out of my chest so let's get to it.

Most of Geronimo's friends are shit,you can't tell me I am wrong. From the emotional manipulating and the invasion of privacy, you can tell me that Geronimo's friends are worst than the definition of bad in a Google research result. And today yours truly in court will prove on how shitty Geronimo's friends are so enjoy.

Rumble in the Jungle

In Rumble in the Jungle, the book starts out with one of the books most annoying charecters. Bruce, visiting Geronimo to pull him into another shitty adventure once again, and the moment when this moron stepped into Geronimo's house. This is when Bruce just crosses a boundarie of lines, somehow and I quote he "accidentally" knew Geronimo's secret password to his mouse book page. He then for some reason he decides to take Geronimo's archives HOSTAGE and then Wild Willie and Maya decided to barge into Geronimo's roof with a helicopter...(What a great way to invade someone's privacy). Also in this book Bruce wasn't the only shitty turd in this book Wild Willie as well, and let me tell you this book dosent get any better because guess what...For some reason, Bruce, Wild Willie and Maya decided to LEAVE GERONIMO IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY ALONE HOMELESS! (By stealing his wallet.) They decided to do this so Geronimo can have a "awesome adventure". Which in my opinion is b*llshit, the fact that they decided to endanger him and the fact that they were preparing him to die (by preparing his last will and testament) made me believe that they wanted to murder him. The worst part was that they didn't even left him, they WACTHED him suffer and almost die of starvation and dehydration, and the part that made me angry was the fact that they GOT AWAY WITH WHAT THEY DID!. They didn't feel guilty or anything, (I wanted to punch Bruce and Wild Willie in this book). I can't believe it's this hard for these idiots to ask Geronimo nicely, overall this is one of my most unfavorite books in Geronimo Stilton.

The Way of the Samurai

This was the time when I truly lost respect for Wild Willie...In this book, Wild Willie decides to invite Geronimo to a karate convention I think?...only when Geronimo got there, Wild Willie grabs Geronimo and decides to use Geronimo as a PUNCHING BAG, only to show his stupid ass karate moves and HURT GERONIMO BADLY. The worst part was, Wild Willie was hurting Geronimo infront of a hole audience which just makes this so humiliating in the most bad way possible. But you know, this wasn't the first time Geronimo was used as a punching bag, in "Run for the Hills Geronimo!" He was used as a punching bag by Bruce and Wild Willie to show there stupid karate moves once again...(Can I throw Wild Willie and Bruce into Mount. Mayon?)

Bollywood Burglary

Y'all thought Wild Willie and Bruce were bad?, let's get to Hercule next...*sighs* In Bollywood Burglary...I am pretty sure Hercule is supposedly Geronimo's "best friend" right?...And I am pretty sure as his best friend, I think he could've of already knew Geronimo had heart burn right?. And in probably knowing that, Hercule invites Geronimo into a spicy food restaurant, and after Geronimo almost dieing from these spicy foods. Hercule then tries to emoitionally manipulate Geronimo in going to India, even after the amount times Geronimo POLITELY DECLINED!. Hercule continues to humiliate Geronimo to go to India all while emoitionally manipulating him like a b*cth. (If he continues to act like this, I might lose respect for him, hopefully that dosent happen)

The Race Across America

Technically in this book, Bruce invades Geronimo's privacy once again by barging into his house. And forces Geronimo to do something that he didn't want to do. Geronimo literally tried to tell Bruce that the Rodents Gazzete needed him but Bruce being the himbo that he is, didn't listen anyway. (I am surprized? no.)

There are A LOT of others books where Geronimo's friends are just plain terrible, hell! They shouldn't even be considered friends at this point! I get that the fact that there trying to make him more adventurous and other shit but.

I don't think they even realize that the more they pull him into danger. The more of a coward he is going to become, it's just really ironic.

But as much shitty most of Geronimo's friends are, I think the only true friend that I found in the books was Kornelius, let me explain:

Who is Kornelius Von Kickpaw?

According to Geronimo, Kornelius was his old friend since elementary school. Kornelius used to protect Geronimo from the bullies back in the day, and ever since elementary they had to separate ways.

But now, Kornelius is known to be a secret agent from M.I.S.S.O along with his sister Veronica Von Kickpaw. Now, why do I think Kornelius is probably the only friend of Geronimo who dosent treat him like shit, ahem allow me to explain:

Kornelius dosent treat Geronimo like a punching bag, and he dosen't manipulate Geronimo either. Kornelius actually cares about Geronimo, he protected Geronimo.

And he offered him to become his bodyguard! and not to mention, he actually respects Geronimo being Geronimo! He dosen't actually try to "change" him and he actually respects Geronimo's intellectual nature.He dosen't shame him for being scared! (Space Mice proves my point). And when Geronimo is with Kornelius, in a way he actually feels safe, and when noone was there to help him in Secret Agent Kornelius was the only one there for him! Even his sister Thea was not there to help him, only Kornelius was! (There is so much more reasons but I am to sleepy to put them all here so mabye I should make a rant about Kornelius in general soon)

Y'all read:

Mouse in Space! and

Geronimo Stilton, Secret Agent to see my point.

What is the main problem of most of Geronimo's friends?

.Geronimo's friends keep taking advantage of his cowardness to do what they want. They keep shoving things to Geronimo that they think it's "right for him" or "it's for his own good". They constantly mock and humiliate Geronimo because of his intellectual safe nature, they forcefully try to change him to the point they they endanger him. They should know that Geronimo has every right to make his own decisions, Geronimo is a full on adult in his Late 30s! He has every right to make his own decisions and options.

Most of his friends are literally in there thirties as well and yet, they can just never get any common sense.

I hope Bruce gets actually eaten by a mountain lion.

#geronimo stilton #kornelius von kickpaw #Geronimos friends are shit #Bruce makes me want ro commit arson #justice for Geronimo yall #Geronimo deserves better people man 😭#rant

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tookishcombeferre · 4 months

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In Defense of Wish

Firstly, I want to say that I'm not trying to "gotcha" any of the critiques or change people's minds about the film in any way. I just wanted to pose a different viewpoint on the film because I have a child, and I think having a child has made me simultaneously more simple and given me more time to think in the privacy of my own mind.

Secondly, before I dive into my actual thoughts below the cut, I do recognize that there are lots of reasons not to feed into the Disney machine, or the film industry, or what have you. However, I no longer live in the world purely for myself. I do my level best to enrich my child's world with things that are actively anti-racist, and anti-capitalist, and radical - to many people in my family too radical. However, Bean is one years old and there's only so much they understand. I also, as a parent, recognize that I have to balance the realities of the world with hope, such that, they feel empowered to make change as opposed to feeling eternally hopeless about the world that I helped bring them into.

Which actually is a great transition into my thoughts on the film which is below the cut.

In regards to the actual film, I do agree with most critics in that it, at times, felt a little bit jumbled. I think this is because a lot of plot/ concepts that you need to make sense of the world are tucked in songs, facial expressions, or other more subtle places as opposed to being given in exposition. This CAN be fine if the frame stays on that topic long enough for folks to process it. Therefore, I think Wish could benefit from an Extended Edition or director's cut. I think some of the ideas in the story aren't conveyed as well as they could be due to the fact that the film sometimes feels rushed in some places.

However, my first major point is that, as a long time space nerd, I think Wish really hinges on a unique concept that is, in fact, scientifically accurate.

Human beings, animals, plants, and the universe itself is actually made of the same matter that composes the stars.

When the Big Bang occured, particles of space matter, star dust if you will, spread across the universe creating the cosmos. Thus, Wish actually touches on, and makes magical, a real scientific concept. This is the dust that we hypothetically return to when we decompose in death is stardust.

So, that earned a big thumbs up in my book because that's some pretty nifty world building.

I also really enjoyed that Magnifico was just evil. He was deranged. He was confident. He was a silver fox. I didn't need to know why he went all power hungry. I didn't need to know his trauma. He was just bad, and I was here for that. (I might have actually been happier if they'd just left out the tidbit about his crest and let him just be BAD without a hint of anything else.) I've missed the past Disney villains that were just evil for evil's sake. There's something refreshing about someone just being bad and getting what they deserve for being bad and lying to people.

On the subject of Magnifico, the depth that I discovered in the movie is what happens when people give him their wishes. In so many ways, they hand over their soul, their hearts desire, the thing that makes that person who they are in return for safety and happiness. Thus, instead of being able to work towards their dreams, people waste away longing to be reunited with their soul only once the wish can be granted magically.

This really struck me because I'm trans masculine, and I have begun a social non-medical transition. I have longed for a "boyhood" all my life. It's something I was never allowed. It's something that invaded my dreams every night. It's something that I, in my dinosaur pajamas, now try to give myself in small ways. I know what my wish is. I know what I am in that dream, and I try to become it in my own ways day by day. However, if that wish were taken from me, I would no longer be me. I wouldn't want to give up my "dangerous wish" and lose myself no matter what it afforded me. I was really struck by the way a person's heart's desire was, in a sense, their whole being. In losing their wish, they lost themselves, and I think that's a really powerful, and important thing.

Thus, Magnifico may think, in his twisted mind, that he's helping relieve them of a burden. He's allowing them to live without the pain of things that, like my own desire, may never come to be in the way that person desires it. However, in reality, he's not protecting people. He never has been. He wants to keep the wishes because they give him power. He's an ass through and through, and I'm here for that sexy silver fox of an asshole.

And, yes, like all the villains before him, he successfully dupes the hero into trusting him. However, Asha is smart and very quickly understands that Magnifico is a dick. She's faster to that conclusion than any other hero/heroine, and I think that's important. She sees the purity of all the wishes that Magnifico possesses though the wish of her grandfather. Her grandfather wanted to inspire others, and Magnifico's first thought is that he'll lead a rebellion. Asha is able to see though Magnifico's bullshit in a way few others can because she sees the purity of the wishes of her own people.

I've seen a few reviews that call Asha selfish because her initial reaction is just to save the wishes of her mother and grandfather. Valid point. I see you. However, I raise you that she could have just made a break for it and saved her own skin. I also draw your attention to the lyrics of her wishing song. "If I could show them everything I've seen/ Open their eyes to all the lies then/ Would they change their minds like I did?" - In the animation of these lines, Asha is walking through the courtyard and remembering the wishes, not of her grandfather or mother, but the wishes of some of the citizens of Rosas. The wish to fly. The wish to captain a boat. The wish to be strong and explore. Her hope is for all of her people. For the first time since "God Help the Outcasts," the heroine's desire is for others not herself.

She goes on to say, several times, "So I make this wish/ To have something more for us than this." Her desire is not for herself. Instead, her deepest desire is to give the wishes, the heart and soul, back to her people. Again, I find this to be an incredibly selfless wish.

This wishing song leads into one of the most lyrically dense songs in the movie. However, the line that I want to call attention to is "See we're all just little nebulae in a nursery/ From supernovas now we've grown into our history/ We're taking why's right out of mystery." This line dives into the depths of that star science I mentioned in the beginning. Each person, being made of stardust, is, in a way, their own nebulae that has their own history. Secondarily, we also have our own moment in history that weaves into other people's histories. This sets up the conclusion of the film really nicely, but this is something I think could have been expanded on to make clearer because this song is really, really fast paced and dense. (Bean loves this song and bounced on my, my mom's, and my spouse's laps in the movie theater to it.)

It's all great to know that we're stars, and that power lives within us because of that. However, Asha needs to grow in understanding the importance of community. She cannot do this on her own, and she comes to discover that her mother and grandfather aren't the only people at risk. She's young. She's somewhere between 17 and 18 years old. She's naive and innocent. She literally doesn't understand that Magnifico would do anything to keep his throne and power. However, alongside her friends, she discovers what's really at stake, and she works hard, with help, to make things right.

Thus, what Asha has in grit, determination, and independence, she needs to learn in community. She needs others to help her in her goals to save her family, and eventually to save her whole kingdom. When Magnifico takes matters into his own hands, and falls prey to his own conceit and lust for independent power, he's crushed by the weight of it. It, quite literally, consumes him. Her whole country decides to take their power - their heart's desires - back from Magnifico. They want those pure and innocent parts of themselves back. So, they unite their wishes for a better world, for their heart's desires, back because, no matter how weird or impossible, our dreams ARE us. (Don't dream it, be it - if you will.)

I think, at its core, Wish has two things it's trying to say in a very simple way.

In the purest sense, we are what we dream.

We are all stardust, and thus, we are all connected.

Wish is an incredibly simple story. It doesn't have deep twists. It's not long. It's saying a lot of complex things if you're willing to look. However, it's a very simple story. As a parent, Wish's simplicity is it's beauty. We have so many stories for children that are technical, complex, and deep. I do hope we can continue to see more stories like Encanto or Puss in Boots. However, I found Wish refreshing in some ways because of its simplicity. It's a story that a small child could summarize easily. It's bright and colorful and hopeful. It has a nice message, and it has a decent amount of diversity without diversity being a plot point TM. It's something I am happy to let my child watch because, even if Asha looks different from them, Asha has qualities that Bean should aspire to. To me, Wish is a fairy story with a background and protagonist that fit the modern world. But, as a fairy story, there's isn't a whole lot of depth in the plot. The depth comes from the morals it teaches us.

So, I guess, I'm a bit of a dreamer myself. I dream of a world that might one day accept me as I am even if I choose not to medically transition and "pass." I dream of a world where I get to remain who I am without someone sucking my passion, my dream, and my desire from me. I want a world for my squish where they are allowed to retain their innocence, and where all children are allowed the innocence of their youth. I don't want anyone to take away that dream because I don't want to lose the fight that's in me to achieve it. I'm not becoming a soulless zombie of the "Magnifico Machine" if you will. I have to dream a world worth living in if it's ever going to exist.

Those are the sorts of things I want my squish to hold onto for as long as they can. The world is a horrible place at the moment, but if we choose to cover our eyes, our ears, and our mouths, if we choose to stop dreaming of a better world, then, we won't have the strength to make a better one. Hope is one of the most important things anyone, but especially our youth can have. Without hope, nothing has meaning. School is useless. Nothing means anything. We all fall apart. We have to have hope. If everything is beyond saving, why try to save it at all? So, we have to keep our dreams, and keep them safe. Our dreams are us. Treat even your silliest ones with kindness. They just might change the world.

If you read all this, thank you. If you didn't, that's totally fine. If this made you angry, I'd love to hear why. If this sparks some thoughts, related or unrelated to this film, I'd love to chat.

Much love,

Pip

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