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aakeysmash · 1 month

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Tell me you love me

Pairing: f!reader x Sukuna Ryomen.

Word count: 2512.

Warnings: ANGSTTTTTT. An attempt at it at least lmao, let me know if I did a good job with it. A bit suggestive in the middle. Cursing. Mentions of cheating (mentions!!! No cheating in this house).

People often say that Sukuna would be obsessed with the reader/oc, but I think a relationship with him would be the hardest thing ever.

He doesn’t get the concept of being in love: at the start of your relationship he found out you were more tolerable than anyone else, he assumed that meant he liked being around you and went along with it. Of course he fell in love in the long run, but for him it’s embarrassing to admit it. He barely even said it when you asked him why he wanted you to move in with him.

It’s not like he isn’t obsessed with you: he’s obsessed with the way you just seem to get him, with the way you smile when he comes home from a long day at work, with the utmost kindness you treat people around you with and that he lacks completely. He’s mesmerised by you, by the curve of your hips, the brightness of your eyes, the softness of your hands on his body.

He doesn’t show it, though.

He’s used to being rough and redeems emotions as futile. Like he already said to you in a couple of your arguments, if you get him you get him, if not, he’s not explaining himself. Everything he does is thought of and automatically right, so why would he give you explanations?

But sometimes in relationships you need communication. He doesn’t see how intense it is to be next to someone who acts like he doesn’t care about what you want to share in your daily life. And again, he does care: if he could, he’d make a copy of you yapping and just listen to it on repeat while working. He loves how passionate you sound while talking about your hobbies, he finds the little tilt to your voice when you search for his approval adorable. He doesn’t see how difficult it is to be with him because he’s only been with you, and you’re so good at communicating and making him feel heard he doesn’t notice he’s not reciprocating your efforts.

And that means that he’s never the one who wants to resolve misunderstandings, because he thinks they don’t really exist. You were upset about your dish not coming out the way it was supposed to and instead of reassuring you it was still edible he straight up said it looked horrible and walked away? He’s not sorry. He spoke his mind, did he not? And why would you be sad about the truth?

You’re not weak, and you’re not shy either. Kind people are not necessarily stupid, and you’re living proof of that. He’d never be in a relationship with a weakling who doesn’t know how to raise her voice and stand her ground. You’re fierce in your own way, and you know how to manage his stubbornness 90% of the time. You don’t like being disrespected or ignored, and you made sure to talk his ear off whenever he did it. Not like he purposefully did it, anyway.

But as a person who understands emotions and feels emotions, sometimes being with him frustrates you. And it comes to a point where you debate on keeping being next to him or leaving him for good.

He’s not the only one who has hard days, but when both of you have one, the silence inside your house is deafening. You’re the one who usually starts up conversations, but your mind is occupied with other things. You’ve barely touched your food.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” He scoffs at dinner. He doesn’t like you frowning, it wrecks his heart. It makes him want to destroy the face of whoever took the smile he lives for off your face.

You sigh. “You know how my parents said they were coming to visit us next month? Well-”

He’s silent. Fuck, when did she say this? He thinks. Probably one of those days where the thought of your thighs suffocating him all night plagued his mind last week. Fuck, he’d take a bite of them right now if you let him. Maybe he could suggest it. It could take his mind off of his own shitty day.

“Are you even listening to me?” You say sternly. He notices you kept on talking while his mind wandered, but he disregards it.

“Wanna fuck?” He asks instead.

You’re baffled. “Sukuna, what the fuck?”

“Damn, you could’ve just said no, brat,” he says rolling his eyes.

You get offended. “Don’t fucking ask me what’s wrong if you’re not going to listen to me.”

“Yeah yeah, you were probably going to talk about how worried you are and shit. I don’t care about that. If you don’t want to get my dick wet I’m going to rub one out,” he says waving his hand in front of your face and standing up from his chair.

You huff out a sarcastic laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Would you prefer me to find someone else to do it for me?” He bites, snapping his head toward you.

He sees you widening your eyes. If there’s a thing you don’t tolerate is cheating, or jokes about it. He knows it. He knows it, dammit. You’re fuming.

“You’re an asshole. Fuck you. I’m sleeping at Nobara’s,” you spit at him, grabbing the purse you left on the side of the table and rushing out the door, slamming it.

When he’s left alone in your shared living room, he keeps on looking at your front door. The silence is making his head hurt, the only thing he’s hearing is the sound of the door slamming. Did he overstep? Nah, you were probably overreacting. He shrugs and finally moves from his spot, going to put his dish in the sink. He leaves yours on the table, because maybe you’ll be hungry when you come home. You usually are after an argument. You’ll come back after a couple of hours saying you didn’t want to worry him too much, you’ll sigh saying this can’t keep on happening and that you’re tired of arguing, then he’ll hug you and everything will be alright. Just like it always is. You’ve never left like this, though.

He ruffles his hair; he’s angry at everything and everyone. You should’ve got that he’s the one overreacting, why didn’t you get him like usual? Why aren’t you still back after 3 hours? He hates feeling angry. He hates feeling tired. He hates feeling in general. Most importantly, he hates that the hands in his hair are his and not yours. He hates the way right now he’s craving your soft voice reassuring him in his ear, your sweet words covering him like a blanket; his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat while lying on your couch, reminding you that you’re there. You’ve always been there. There’s no one else for him, there’s never going to be one. He’d never cheat, you’re so stupid for getting angry about it. Why did you get so mad about it? Suddenly, he’s thinking about random stuff you said that he ingrained in his head.

I love you too, Sukuna. I’ll wait for you to tell me that without me forcing it out, mh? I’ll move in with you, sure, if you ask me so that nicely.

You picked this book because it reminded you of me? Thank you, baby. I love it. Both the book and the fact you thought of me.

Can you stop messing up my sock drawer? No, I did not hide your cigarettes there. But please stop smoking, I love when you taste like my lip gloss and not that disgusting shit you inhale. Give me a kiss so I can prove it to you. I’ll take your breath away way better than tobacco.

He smirks while on the couch, alone. You’re so cute. He wants to bottle up your laugh. Why aren’t you back still? His mind doesn’t stop, though.

You hurt me, Sukuna. Why can’t you notice?

I feel like you don’t care about me.

If I hadn't come to you, would you have come to me? Or would you just have ignored this whole argument and acted like nothing happened?

Am I just filling up a random space you leave open for a significant other or am I the significant other that’s capable of filling that void?

That night he dreams of you. The way you glared at him asking him if he was serious, almost like a warning before you lashed out. He dreams of the hurt that flashed in your eyes when he spewed nonsense. And when he wakes up, you’re still not back. Your unfinished plate is still on the kitchen table.

But he’s prideful, that’s why you’re the one that’s always trying to resolve arguments. Yes, you’ll come back. He’s sure of it. You always came back during the 3 years you've been together.

A week passes by and he's going crazy. You haven't contacted him at all, and he didn't text first. He lies to himself saying it's because he's leaving you some space, but the truth is that he's scared. What is he even supposed to say? Hey, I'm sorry, I miss you, please come home? That's pathetic. He's taking a shower when suddenly his phone rings. His heart skips a beat and he rushes out to check if it's you. Please, let it be you.

Instead it's Yuji, his brother.

Yuji: Hey, what happened with y/n? She asked me to come get some of her things for her. Is she sick?

Sukuna frowns. Then he realizes that- you're going to move out. You're going to break up with him.

He goes into panic mode. He never thought about the possibility of you leaving him. He thought you would come back, like you always do. Why would you leave him? Is it because you finally realized that you're better off with someone who knows how to express their feelings for you? Did you get tired of him? Have you already found someone else?

He finds himself knocking on Nobara's door in the next ten minutes. He ran, he's sweating and it's starting to rain. He's out of breath, and he gets his hands on his knees while he waits for you to open the door. He's not ready to let you go. He can't even fathom a life where he doesn't wake up to you trying to get warm between his arms, without you nagging him while watching a film together, without helping you bake cookies while laughing with each other. Without not being able to talk from how in love he is while looking into your eyes. And he knows that if you leave him he's never going to be able to live in his own house ever again, or walk down the street you always do together, or go grocery shopping and not thinking about you while looking at vegetables. You always said you liked vegetables and he always lied about liking them just to see you excited about cooking them together.

"Yuji, I didn't think you'd be this fas- oh," you open the door and your face falls when you see it's Sukuna. He snaps his gaze toward your face when he hears your voice. He missed it so much. You're so beautiful. He missed all of you. So much.

Neither of you move, you just keep staring at each other. This time, he knows he's going to have to talk first. For the first time, he realizes how hard it actually is to confront someone first. Do you feel like this every time?

"Come home," he says. "Please," he adds.

You look sad. "I don't think I'm going to, Sukuna. It's been more than a week and you didn't even reach out to say... I don't even know what. I know you don't say sorry. You never do."

Your words feel like knives. From where you're standing you're taller than him, and he has to look up to look at you. It's like he's in front of the pearly gates of heaven and an angel is making him confess all the wrong things he did, except in this scenario you're the angel and the things he did are just what he thinks about all of this. About you in general.

And you're right, he doesn't usually say sorry. The words get stuck in his throat and he just gapes up at you, still catching his breath. Pathetic.

You sigh, then go to close the door. You don't look at him anymore and he feels like he can't breathe, and not because of the run.

"I'll come get my things next week. Go home, you'll get wet," you say. And your voice is clear, you're not mumbling, you must have thought about this. He sees how hard you're clenching your jaw to appear resolute, your nails hurting your palms from how hard you're closing your hands. But you still manage to worry about him, worry about him possibly catching a cold from the rain. And he loves you. Fuck, he loves you so much.

"Wait," he manages to say. You look at him with longing. With sorrow.

And he feels like he's crying to the angel in his afterlife when he opens his mouth again, thorns in his throat getting tighter, suffocating him. But he doesn't cry here, in front of you, even if maybe you'd like it. You'd probably say that you appreciate him showing emotions, maybe tease him for it, but you'd like it. He'd kiss you while you're still laughing, saying you're stupid, and you'd continue laughing.

"I love you," he rasps out. The words feel so unfamiliar to his tongue, but so familiar to his ears. You always tell him you love him. "I'm sorry for being a shithead. Please don't leave me. I promise you I'll get better at this communication shit," he begs.

You still don't move, but he sees you getting softer.

"Go home, Sukuna. We'll talk about it when it's not raining," you utter.

"No, I don't fucking want to," he snaps. You're startled, and he cringes. He's really not used to all of this. He doesn't like scaring you.

"Fuck, I meant to say I want to get over it right now. I didn't want to scare you. I want you back, Y/N. Please, have me back. I'll get better for real," he says while getting progressively closer to you.

"You promise?" You ask, now shorter than him. You're a step of distance from each other.

"I promise, baby. I'll make you the happiest girl to ever exist," he tells you, looking at you intensely.

"Start by saying you love me again," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest. He engulfs you in his own arms, inhaling the smell of your shampoo, then snorts.

"Sure. I'm in love with you, brat."

Being in a relationship with Sukuna is hard, but he loves you easily.

#sukuna jjk #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna angst #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fic #jjk angst #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #sukuna x you

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cheegu3 · 9 months

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Maybe whenever you can no rush! If u can do a Yandere ENHYPEN hyung line where the reader maybe has a pregnancy scare it’s up to you if the reader actually is or isn’t pregnant:)

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, NSFW, mentions of sex, unhealthy relationships, talks of abortion, forced abortion, murder, pregnancy, possessiveness, jealousy, pregnancy scare, breeding/preg kink

this is heavy so don't read if it makes u uncomfortable !!

note; I could NOT find a matching pic for heeseung 💀💀

Enhypen - reaction to s/o having a pregnancy scare

Heeseung

Probably has a breeding kink and has waited a long time to get you pregnant. Heeseung believes it's the ultimate way to be connected to you forever, which is all that he has ever wanted.

If you were on birth control, he'd hide them from you or purposefully try to make you forget to take them by distracting you.

Therefor he won't let you have an abortion even if you wanted to. He'll prevent you from leaving his house; putting up cameras and asking for help from the people around him to watch you.

It's also to make sure you won't have an '' accident ''. If he's watching you 24/7 no such thing will ever happen, and it puts his mind at ease.

You told him before even taking a pregnancy test that you thought you might be pregnant. The early symptoms were there - nausea, fatigue and light cramps, as well as a missed period.

You dreaded his reaction, just because you knew exactly what it'd be like. Your boyfriend might've thought you didn't hear what he said while he was fucking you, but you did. After some time, you realised he was trying to get you pregnant by interfering with you taking the pill, it seemed that you had only realised it too late.

The door opened and you blurted it out without wasting much time as soon as he stepped in.

'' Hee, I think I'm pregnant. ''

His movements stopped, and slowly his lit up eyes met your sad ones.

'' Fuck, I've been waiting so long for this. '' he whispered, almost eerily obsessive.

Jay

Doesn't want it at all and there will be no arguments about it. When you told him about your missed period, he felt sick to his stomach.

Knowing the decision was ultimately up to him however made him feel a little better. But he hesitated to force you to get an abortion. Jay wanted you to think he was the perfect boyfriend, that manipulated you into thinking you had a choice at all times, giving you a sense of control.

In reality, if you didn't want to get one after he'd gently bring it up as a suggestion, then it would disappear one way or another. Carefully he'd research how to get rid of it at home.

Your food would be tampered with and not long after, he would have to comfort you as you mysteriously started bleeding.

Of course, it was only a scare though. So thankfully he didn't have to put you or him through that. But still, there were a lot of things you weren't aware of what he was capable of doing just yet.

'' What does it say? ''

You both held your breaths.

'' Negative, '' you murmured, feeling your face drop.

You were trying to control your disappointment, not wanting it to show to your boyfriend who must be devastated. But when you saw him in the corner of your eye, your mouth fell open.

'' You're...happy? ''

His smirk that was spreading quickly turned into irritation as your sniffles filled the small bathroom.

Jake

He's fine with whatever you want to do. If he was being honest with himself, the thought of you being pregnant with his child made his chest swell with pride and turned him on at the same time.

It would be a definite way to make less men flirt with you. In Jake's sick head, that child would be proof to those men that he was the one who was fucking you and finishing inside you. He wanted them to know that so that they'd keep their eyes off of what was his.

Having his arm stuck around your waist wasn't enough. He needed them to see that you were a happy family and he was the man of your life that would always be there.

If it was just a scare however, he'd be disappointed, having already imagined himself as a dad and doting husband and fantasizing about it whenever he was alone. But he was also okay with it, knowing it was coming soon anyway.

'' I think it's real this time. '' you groaned, slowly turning the pregnancy test around.

Jake was grinning, he already had a feeling that it wasn't a scare this time as well.

Positive

You barely had time to react before he threw himself into your arms, kissing you and mumbling over and over how much he loved you.

The hands that hovered over his back, slowly fell down. Your mood was way different than his. You didn't want a lovesick freak to be the father of your kid, that's no way to live.

Sunghoon

He didn't want a baby but for different reasons. Firstly - the thought of having to share you with someone else made him feel hot with anger. He believed your attention should be on him all the time and you should only love him.

Second of all he was a bit scared of the complications that could come with you being pregnant. Although he was rich and had access to the best care in the world, he was terrified of any possibility that involved losing you.

If you died in childbirth, he knew he'd forever hate that kid for taking away the one thing he loved - and that was also another thing, he wouldn't love the child even if it was his own. He only loved you, and that's how it would always be.

'' Thank god. I don't want any kids. ''

Your forehead furrowed as you glowered at him.

'' I do, '' his head snapped towards you, looking angry now too. '' At some point. ''

'' No. ''

You scoffed at his stern and short tone.

'' What? What do you mean no? ''

'' I don't want any kids, you only need me. ''

'' But- ''

'' Do you want to get punished? '' he growled, voice growing dangerously low.

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #yandere enha #yandere enhypen

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josibunn · 2 months

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say whatever bull shit u want about the other anons message but they're right. you claim to be a bleak woman but ur banner is a white woman, you write about a white man and there is no proof that you actually like your kind of ppl. get mad and say what you want, but it has to be said.

alright. this is getting repetitive now and i’m about to get genuinely angry😭when have I even given the idea that i’m a white women. show me. I literally have said nigga TOO MANY TIMES on my account I even have a post where I say NIGGA in big and bold. so you’re immediately wrong.

second off, aside from the fact I say nigga not only do I have MYSELF as my profile picture, I have that IM A BLACK WOMAN BEFORE ANYTHING IN MY BIO

AND I HAVE PICTURES OF MYSELF IN MY MASTERLIST

and hey if you’re REALLY skeptical that i’m faking it you can go to my fucking instagram it’s always public idrc.

now to the banner? are you fucking stupid it’s lana del rey get from under whatever rock you’re hiding from. my account is clearly following an aesthetic stop being fucking dumb. to say I don’t “appear” as a black woman is so fucking insane and incredibly stupid and ignorant bc it’s literally all over my account. I have MULTIPLE fanfics made where I depict the reader as a black woman at times gtfo my face dude. you’d have to be PURPOSEFULLY skipping over that factor, atp you’re REACHING.

second, THE FUCK yeah I wrote about a white man on my masterlist it literally states

THAT I CURRENTLY, WRITE FOR RORY CULKIN. A WHITE MAN. SO IM GONNA CONTINUE WRITING FOR RORY CULKIN.

and last thing, the I don’t have to prove myself to you, my “bLaCkNeSs” to fucking anybody. remember you don’t fucking know me, i’m just a girl on the internet you have no fucking idea who or what I like. “my kind of people” are you joking is this a bit?? do you realize I don’t have to fucking write at all? that I do it for FREE and that I LIKE IT??

the fact you’re fucking anonymous tells me all I have to know bc i’m for damn sure you wouldn’t come to me as a person about this bullshit.

you guys are so done.

atp if you want something anonymous you might just have to either send it to me through dms(always always open!) and i’ll just won’t disclose your @ bc i’m so sick of the bs. maybe i’ll open up my actual anon tab back soon. I love all my friends here and everyone who actually enjoys my writing and can look past someone’s race this is such fucking bullshit.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #rory culkin n reader #👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

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living-dead-author · 22 days

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Hail Mary: Negan Smith x GN AFAB reader smut

I have a thing for Priests and also Negan. Today is Jeffery Dean Morgan's birthday also so perfect unintentional timing for me. This one shot is 18+ do not read if you are under the age of 18

Content includes: Pre season 7 Negan, Age gap (reader is mid/late 20's Negan is in his 40's), dub con in the beginning if you squint, spanking, reader orgasms from clit stimulation, praying while being spanked and stimulated, praise, pet names, some aftercare, maybe ooc Negan, not proof read

You step into the makeshift confessional booth in The Sanctuary. A couple of priests being here, one of them Catholic, has helped you retain your faith throughout this hell on earth. You shut the door and make yourself comfortable.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” You say, waiting for a reply, but you don’t get one. You can see the priest on the other side of the booth, but you decide to go on with it anyway, you need to get this off your chest. “I’ve sinned minorly and one sin that I think is bigger. A couple of days ago I stole a needle and thread from a bunkmate of mine to sew back up a sweater I have.” You pause, waiting for any kind of reply, but you don’t get one. You sigh and keep going. “Then about a week ago I lied and said I don’t have any experience watching children when I do. I only said that because I knew I was in no place to watch over someone else’s child at that time.”

You pause again, moving a hand up to the cross necklace around your neck. You shut your eyes and continue on. “I spoke back to someone in a position above me. I apologized and they forgave me. I purposefully avoided some people because I didn’t want to speak to them, and I um…I’ve been having some very sinful thoughts.” You say, pressing your lips together tightly. You sit in silence with the priest on the other side of the confessional.

“What kind of sinful thoughts?” Your eyes quickly open and you know that the other person in the booth isn’t the Catholic priest here, it’s Negan. You feel your body get frozen with fear. Your hand grips your necklace tighter as you bite the inside of your cheek. “Don’t keep me waiting now.” He says in a bit of a playful tone, but all you can hear is how his voice has boomed before. You take a deep, shaking breath before you continue.

“There’s a man here. His name is Warren. He’s an older man, barely old enough to be my father. He’s been very kind to me since we’ve met and I um…I’ve been having thoughts of what it would be like to kiss him. Thoughts of what it would be like to have him touch me in pleasurable areas. I um…” You hesitate. Knowing that the man who’s basically a god of his own here is listening, it's hard to find the right words.

“You what? Come on now darlin’ don’t leave me hangin’.” He says in that same playful tone. You can tell he’s smirking behind that wall, getting aroused by your words. The problem is, you’re getting turned on too. You swallow hard against a lump in your throat and you speak.

“I touched myself to the thought of him. I um…I had an orgasm too. I just couldn’t stop myself. It felt so good and those thoughts of him made me keep going.” You hang your head a bit lower as you hear him chuckle. After a brief silence he speaks again.

“I know what you need. Now, you’re going to say five “Hail Mary’s”. But you’re going to have to finish them while I give you a bit of corporal punishment of my own.” He chuckles again and you feel your face flush pink. The thought of him spanking you gets you wet and oh lord you’re biting your bottom lip to keep in your excitement at the thought of that. “Now, you’re going to come out of the booth and walk with me to a better place for this to happen. Somewhere private.”

“Yes sir.” You say, slowly standing up as you fidget with your hands. It feels like eternities as you open your door and step out of the booth. Soon you’re looking up at Negan from where he stands. He’s got a huge grin on his face as he grips his bat, Lucile in one of his hands. He takes his other hand and firmly grabs your bicep.

“God can forgive you for this, you’ve just got to take your punishment.” He says with that wide grin on his face as he leads you out of the makeshift church. You walk with him down the hallways and up some stairs, getting curious glances from people passing by as you try and hide your own growing excitement at what’s to come.

Soon Negan takes you into a room with a couple long folding tables lined up together. You can assume this is a meeting room.

“Now, bend over the table in whatever way you please and drop your pants.” He says, his tone teasing and excited as you do as you’re told. You hear him lock the door as you undo your belt and drop your pants and underwear, feeling the air hit your wet cunt and throbbing clit. You bite your bottom lip as you feel his gloved hand run over your bare ass. He sets Lucile down on the table next to you and he speaks. “Five Hail Mary’s. Remember that.” You stay silent, biting your bottom lip before he delivers a small smack on your rear, making you squeak and jump slightly.

“Hail Mary, full of Grace, the lord is with thee.” You say as he rubs his hand over your ass before spanking it again, this time a bit harder in a deliciously painful way. You jerk slightly with the shock and pain but you continue on. “Blessed art thou amongst women-” He spanks you again, making you let out a soft noise and jerk again, “And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”

“You’re doing so good for me darlin’. Keep going you’re almost done with the first one.” He says in a sweetly mocking tone as he spanks you again, getting another jerk and moan from you before you continue on.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God-” Another spank, this time you don’t jerk but you bite your bottom lip and moan before you go on. “Pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.” He delivers another spank and you moan again. Negan starts to rub your pink rear.

“Oh you’re being so good for me. So obedient. Now, keep going.” He says, spanking you again, this time a bit harder. You moan louder at the harder spank and you shut your eyes before continuing.

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord it with thee.” He spanks you again, at that same, harder rate and you moan, taking a breath before you continue. “Blessed art thou among-” Another spank, “women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” He spanks you again and you whine out in pleasure at the perfectly painful sensation. “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us-” Negan spanks you again, your hips buck forwards and he quickly pulls them back.

“Come on now, be good for me. Be good for God.” He says in that same teasing tone before you continue.

“Sinners now, and at the hour of our death, amen.” He spanks you again before rubbing your bright red ass. You feel your clit throbbing as your slit grows wetter and wetter. “Hail Mary-” You can’t even get the third word out before he spanks you harder than before, earning a loud, gasping moan from your mouth before you’re able to recover and continue. “Full of grace, the lord is with the.” Another deliciously painful spank hits your red ass and you moan again. “Blessed art thou among women-” Another spank and you’re barely able to take how turned on you are, your poor clit is throbbing at how badly it needs to be rubbed. “And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray-” This spank hits you right in a sweet spot and your knees bend down as you moan loud and long.

“Do you need to stop?” Negan asks, that smug tone wearing off a bit as he grips your hips and helps you stand. You shake your head and moan again, biting your bottom lip before you continue.

“I’m fine. Pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.” Negan spanks you again, but this time it’s softer. You rest your entire upper body against the table as Negan starts to rub your aching, red, rear. You take a deep breath and continue on, only two more to go. “Hail Mary full of grace, the lord is with the.” As you continue on he just keeps rubbing your rear, his hand slowly moving towards your cunt. “Blessed art thou among women, and blesses is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” You take another deep breath and moan as he starts to rub your aching clit. You start to grind against his fingers as you pant out the last of your fourth prayer. “Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.”

Negan chuckles as you grind against his fingers on your clit. He leans down and whispers in your ear. “One more to go darlin’. Now Once you finish this last Hail Mary, I’m going to let you cum. How does that sound?” He asks in a smug, husky tone. You bite your bottom lip so hard you swear it’s going to bleed but you nod your head. You take a deep breath and start your final Hail Mary.

“Hail Mary…full of grace…the Lord is with the.” You say, your tone getting shakier and your words spaced apart as you feel him rub your clit in the perfect way. “Blessed…Blessed art thou among women, and…blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” You’re basically moaning the words now as he keeps rubbing your clit perfectly. “Holy Mary…Mother…Mother of God…Pray for us sinners, now and…at the hour of our death, Amen.” You finish, your hips moving with his fingers as you feel your orgasm getting closer.

“Oh yes honey. God has forgiven you now.” Negan says, his pleasure evident in his tone as he keeps rubbing your clit at the perfect pace, almost like he knows exactly how to make you cum.

“Oh Negan please~” You moan, your fingers trying to grip the plastic table you’re laying on top of as your body gets overtaken with pleasure. You pant and moan as your orgasm finally comes. You raise up your hips and you hold your breath as he keeps rubbing your clit, making you ride out your orgasm. Once you’re breathing again he moves his hand out of between your legs and he goes back to rubbing your sore ass.

“You did such a good job darlin’.” He says, his tone still smug but you can tell he’s trying to sound more genuine. “Now, I’m going to get you set up in a room of your own. It’ll be small, but I promise ya that this won’t be the last time you’ll be cumming because of me.” He says with a chuckle, that smug, teasing persona coming back. “Now your pretty little ass is going to be sore for quite a while. So I think you should let me take you back to that room so I can properly help you recover.” You know that it’s not an offer. But lord if you knew that getting in Negan’s good graces would get you your own room you would’ve done this a lot sooner.

“Thank you. I appreciate this.” You say, pulling your pants back up, carefully doing your belt and turning to face him again. He wraps an arm around your waist and he walks you out of the little conference room. You wonder what other benefits you’re going to get from going to him for your confession.

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he likes to take care of her - r.b x female!reader

Blurb: i've written a lot of mean regulus so here is just some pure fluff about all the ways he takes care of his gf Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: she gets drunk and there's a whole section that is about food (not eating enough specifically) A/N: i'm in the mood to write and have no inspiration so i'm struggling. also this was not proof read lmao

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Regulus likes to take care of her when they’re out at some event. Whether it’s a party with all of their old friends from Hogwarts, or a dinner with the people they work with, Regulus is constantly reading her to see when she’s ready to go home.

It starts when he first picks her up. She looks as beautiful as ever, but the skin underneath her eyes is slightly sullen and she’s already yawning in the car on the way over so Regulus knows it’s going to be an early night.

Not that she wants it to be.

“Are you tired, my love?” Regulus asks in the car, turning his head over to look at her quickly before bringing his eyes back onto the road.

The radio is playing softly and she looks over at him trying to give him a convincing smile.

“I’m fine,” she replies, giving him a quick smile.

Regulus already knows she’s lying. He already knows the short temper that takes over her when she’s tired is starting to show. So he doesn’t push it even if he wants to ask what time she went to bed last night, knowing that it was probably later than what was good for her.

He had told her countless times that she needs her sleep, ‘But the only free time I get is before I go to bed,’ she complained.

‘Well, you’re cranky when you don’t get enough sleep.’

‘Well, I’m cranky now.’

Regulus rolled his eyes at her but in the end they agreed she’d try to go to sleep earlier, just for him. But some days she treated herself, like last night, he thought.

When they get there she yawned again as Regulus opens the car door for her and he purposefully keeps his mouth shut.

It’s one of those nights where they’re out for dinner with their work colleagues. She’s sitting next to Regulus on a long table with a plethora of food and drinks floating around the table while everyone tries to speak over the other to be heard.

It’s all very overstimulating for her considering she can feel the fuzziness behind her eyes and her short temper starting to take over.

Regulus can sense it too. He has an arm around her shoulders and he feels her tense when her coworker sitting in front of her still hasn’t heard her for the third time.

She knows it’s not their fault. She knows it’s because everyone else is talking around them, but she’s feeling snappy and she notices her words becoming more curt as she repeats it a fourth time.

And she’s still yawning, Regulus notices. He wonders if her jaw is tired from the amount of times she’s yawned in here, but he doesn’t say anything.

He has already come to terms with the fact that it’s going to be an early night and that’s fine. He is happy to go back to her apartment and feel her body pressed against his side as he plays with the ends of your hair. He can smell her shampoo from here so he knows it has just been washed and he knows it will be soft to touch.

Regulus has decided that as soon as she finishes dessert, it’s home time, even if he has to pretend that he is the tired one because he knows if he even insinuates that she’s the tired one, she’ll snap at him and be huffy for the rest of the night. Which he really doesn’t want.

He’s surprised when she says no to dessert. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard her say no to dessert. But he knows that as soon as he is put down in front of him, she’s going to steal his spoon and have the first bite. And that’s fine, that’s part of the reason he got it anyway.

And as soon as the plate is placed down in front of him, she does exactly what he thought she would.

“Did I say you could have some?” He has a teasing smirk on his features, as he looks down at her, bringing the spoon out of her mouth and putting it back on his plate. His arm is still around her and he leant in to whisper in her ear, not wanting to shout it down at her.

Regulus prides himself on knowing her better than she knows herself. It annoys her relentlessly, but she still thinks it’s sweet that he has noticed all of her quirks and habits. But Regulus is shocked to admit that he didn’t see her reaction coming.

Her bottom lip juts out ever so slightly and the crease between her eyebrows thickens and Regulus finds himself sitting up and looking down at her with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled out, and Regulus can see the way her chin wobbles ever so slightly as your eyelashes flutter.

“It’s okay,” he promises, “it’s fine.” His hands have found her and she lets out a small sniffle that has his heart racing. “What’s mine is yours, yeah?”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats, finally looking at him, unconcerned with the people sitting around them who were thankfully so enthralled in their own conversations that they weren’t paying attention to her little scene. “I’m just really tired, I’m not really sad about it, I’m just tired sad about it.” She explains really quickly, making Regulus smile and partially relax at her admission.

“So you are tired,” he says accusingly, squinting his eyes at her hoping she’ll giggle. She lets out a sad giggle and Regulus thinks that’s good enough. “I knew it.”

Regulus wants to say that this is different. That he’s dealt with her cranky tired and her angry tired and her grumpy tired, but never her sad tired, but he thinks he’ll tease her about it when she’s not so tired and emotional.

“How about we finish this and then we call it a night?” He offers, but she still shakes her head ‘no’ at him.

“No, don’t feel like you have to leave for me, I’m happy to stay, really.” She says, trying to emphasise her point.

Regulus fakes a yawn.

“It’s fine, I’m feeling a little tired as well, had a big week at work.” She gives him an unimpressed look knowing that he’s the world’s biggest fibber, but he only looks at her innocently.

“Regulus,” she said, grabbing his spoon again and stealing another bite of his dessert, “it’s fine really.”

“I’m serious,” he exclaimed, taking the spoon off her to finally have a bite of his dessert, “I’m really tired.” She rolls her eyes at him, but lets the conversation drop, as they both finish off his dessert.

Once the plate is cleared, Regulus pretends to stifle a yawn.

“I’m exhausted,” he muttered, loud enough for the people sitting around him to hear. “Think I’m going to call it a night,” he says, “if that’s alright with you?” He turned to her expectantly.

She gave him a small nod, the ghost of a smile gracing her lips.

They said their goodbyes and when they’re back in the warmth of Regulus’ car she yawns once more, letting her head fall against her shoulder.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, looking up at Regulus through her eyelashes.

“Anything for my girl,” he mumbled back, sneaking a glance at her before looking back onto the road.

The radio is playing softly and she thinks she could fall asleep in the car, but before she can, the car had stopped and Regulus is already making his way over to open her door for her.

“Shower and bed for you,” he said, a faux stern tone to his voice.

“I’m too tired,” she pouts and Regulus sighes.

“Do I have to do everything for you?”

They’re walking into her apartment and as she turns the key in the door, she turns back and gives him an innocent look, giving him a pathetic nod that makes him sigh dramatically.

“Lucky you’re cute,” he grumbled, as if he wouldn’t put his whole life on hold for the pretty girl in front of him.

So she’s sitting on the bathroom vanity while Regulus gently rubs her makeup off, squishing her cheeks together purposefully so he can press a little kiss to her pouted lips. And he ties her hair up and undoes her zipper, running the water simultaneously to ensure it’s the correct temperature. And when she comes out he has a fresh towel and fresh pyjamas for her, and if she asked, he would have dried and dressed her as well.

But instead he waits in her bed, ready for her to come up and wrap an arm around his bare chest as she pushes her body up against his side so she can find some warmth, because Regulus can’t help it, he likes looking after her.

~~~

Regulus likes to take care of her when he can see she’s working too hard. She’s been at her desk for the past three hours, her pen scribbling furiously on the paper in front of her.

Regulus can basically see the thoughts spilling out of her head and he really doesn’t want to interrupt her. He knows what she’s like. Knows she’ll get cranky if he ruins her train of thought.

But she hasn’t had a break in three hours and he knows if he doesn’t make her stop, she won’t stop until it’s time for bed, and Regulus knows that’s not healthy.

When she puts her pen down to flex her fingers Regulus decides to break the silence.

“How are you going?” He asks from her bed, putting down the book he got from her shelf to look at her. She doesn’t look up at him.

“Fine,” she mumbles, letting out a small sigh as she goes through the work she still has to do.

Regulus stands up. If he even suggests to her to have a break he knows she’ll have a mental breakdown.

“I have so much work to do, Regulus, I don’t have time to have a break. I know you want to spend time with me and I want to spend time with you but just as soon as I finish this.” He’d heard it all before and he’d seen the tears and the pouts and the grumbles and the yells.

He needed to go a different direction.

Instead he stands behind her and puts his hands on her shoulders, his fingers sinking into the flesh near her shoulder blades. He notices that she leans back into his touch.

“That looks very tricky,” he whispers, “but it looks like you’re powering through it, my smart girl.”

“It is tricky.” He can hear the whine in her voice. “But I’m not powering through it, I'm actually really struggling,” she admits sheepishly.

He keeps digging his fingers into the grooves of her back and he can already sense some of the tension leaving the room.

“How about you explain it to me, don’t they say the best way to learn is to teach it to someone?” He moves his hands away from her soft skin and goes to lean against her desk. But he sees the way her body leans into his as he pulls away and he notices the small look of distress on her face at the loss of contact.

“That felt really good,” she admits, looking up at him.

Regulus acts innocent.

“Maybe I can explain it to you after you finish massaging me?” Her voice went higher as she finished the sentence and her head slightly cocks to the side and Regulus doesn’t think he could ever say no to her.

He doesn’t respond, just goes back to standing behind her as he brings his palms to knead at her back.

She lets out a sigh of content and Regulus feels satisfactory that he has done his job of a doting boyfriend.

“You’re the best,” she mumbles, closing her eyes as she leans back into his touch.

“I know,” Regulus replied, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, glad that she lets him take care of her.

~~~

Regulus likes to take care of her when you go for a walk. Winter is starting to be left behind and she’s ready to welcome in summer, even if summer isn’t entirely ready to be welcomed in.

But the sun is shining outside and they both have a day free and Regulus wasn’t going to say no when she tells him they should go for a walk. Regulus is happy to go for a walk. He loves holding onto her hand and swinging it comically to hear her giggle and he likes that she does it right back to him.

She’s already in her work out clothes when Regulus comes down with some old sunscreen that she keeps in the bathroom.

What she doesn’t expect him to do is to come over and start putting it on her face.

“Regulus,” she whines, scrunching her eyes up as he applies the cool product on her face.

“Don’t want your pretty face burning.”

“It’s not even that hot.”

“Well you certainly think it is,” he said, referencing the short sleeved tee she was wearing, “are you bringing a jumper?”

“No,” she mumbles, “I’ll get hot from walking.”

“You should still bring a jumper,” he argues, squishing her cheeks between his forefinger and his thumb as he finishes applying the sunscreen to her face.

“And what am I going to do with it when I get too hot?”

“Tie it around your waist,” he shrugs, causing a pretty scoff to fall from her lips.

“And it will still make me hot.”

Regulus gave her a look. He had an eyebrow raised and his lips were pressed into an unimpressed line.

She gave him a look back. Her eyes innocent and her hands on her hips. She knew, realistically, that Regulus was right, but she wasn’t sure why she was fighting it.

Regulus lets the argument end there. He’s going to bring his jumper over his thin jacket anyway because he knows that she is always cold and will want the thick jumper, so there’s no point in starting something over this.

Instead he walks over to her. She’s sitting on a chair and he pats his thigh so she puts her leg up and he ties her shoelaces up for her. A double knot so it doesn’t come undone during their walk.

“Ready?” He asks, any trace of their previous argument long forgotten. She nods, grabbing his hand and walking out the door.

Halfway through their walk, the clouds float over the sun and with no sunshine to keep her warm she starts shivering. Their hands are still intertwined and Regulus is still swinging them back and forth, and he knows she’s shivering.

He waits a minute or two just to see if she’ll be the one to break and ask for his jumper. But he knows she won’t. She’s too stubborn and she won’t ask especially after the big deal she made about it back at their house.

So Regulus sighs and takes his hand away from hers to take his jumper off.

“Bit hot, isn’t it?” So maybe he is going to do the right thing and give her the jumper he brought especially for her, but he’s not going to do so easily.

“Yeah,” she mumbles, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest to try to bring some warmth to her.

He stops walking and she stops a few feet in front of him. He hands out his jumper and she quickly snatches it off him to put on herself.

She sighs when she feels the warmth envelop her as she breathes in Regulus’ scent.

“You’re the best, you know?”

“I know,” Regulus says as he grabs her hand again and starts swinging it back and forth making her giggle. He thinks that he’s happy to spend the rest of his life looking after her if it means she’ll look up at him with that cheeky grin she gives him as they keep walking.

~~~

Regulus likes to take care of her when they go shopping. She needs a new dress for a party on the weekend and Regulus is happy to offer his opinion so he tags along.

He sits patiently outside the dressing rooms and gives her his opinion every time she comes out in a new dress.

Even if he says she looks beautiful in everything, Regulus always tells her which one he prefers and when she has finally picked one Regulus pays for it at the counter while she finishes getting dressed.

“I would have got it,” she grumbles when Regulus hands her the bag.

“I’m sure you can make it up to me somehow,” he whispers into her ear, sending her a confident smirk as he pulls away.

She rolls her eyes at him, but still stands onto her tippy toes to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Thank you darling,” she says and Regulus doesn’t like to admit how his heart skipped a beat at the pet name.

There’s a few more things she needs to get for around the house, so before they go home so she drags Regulus into the supermarket. He gets the basket and he carries it as she happily puts whatever she needs into the basket.

When they get to the checkout Regulus puts down two bottles of water that she misses until she’s paid and he is passing it to her.

“Oh that’s just what I needed, how did you know?” She happily takes the bottle from him as he grabs the grocery bags and brings them down to her car.

He watches her drink almost half the bottle and smiles to himself.

She sighs happily as she puts the water back into one of the bags.

“I swear you know me better than I know myself,” she giggles and Regulus nudges her with his shoulder as they finally spot their car.

“Just like looking after you, s’all.”

~~~

Regulus likes to take care of her when they go out for the night. She’s wearing the new dress that she had bought with Regulus on the weekend and Regulus is walking over to zip it up for her.

She sits on the bed and Regulus is already kneeling down to put her shoes on for her, pressing gentle kisses up along her calf making her giggle.

He drives them there. He almost always drives when they go out. He’s not a big drinker and he knows she doesn’t like driving at night so he doesn’t mind.

It also means he gets to look after her, especially on nights like this when she’s a little tipsy.

“Regulus,” she sighs happily when she sees him sitting in a lounge.

She sits next to him, her leg on top of his as she leans into him.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asks, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looks down at the pretty girl staring wide eyed back at him.

She shrugs.

Then she leans her head on his shoulder.

Regulus squeezes her thigh.

“Will you bring me to the bathroom?”

“Of course,” he says, gently moving her leg off his so he can help her up.

He has a hand on her waist as he walks through the crowd of people at a house that belongs to one of their friends from Hogwarts. But as they get into the thick of it, Regulus trusts her to lead the way and brings a hand to the back of her neck.

The touch of his long fingers made her body erupt in goosebumps as they rested delicately on the nape of neck, firm enough not to lose her, but still gentle.

When they got to the bathroom, Regulus stood outside and closed the door.

“Are you having fun?” He can hear her muffled voice through the bathroom door and can’t help the smile that forms on his lips.

“I am,” he says, letting his back rest against the door. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

Regulus makes a note to grab a bottle of water on the way back. He knows if he offers her some water she’ll decline it.

“But won’t that sober me up?” She’d ask.

“Yeah.”

“Well I don’t want to be sober just yet.”

He’d had that conversation thousands of times so he knew he had to figure out something else.

He heard the toilet flush and the water from the tap running. He moved away from the door and when she came out she beamed up at him.

“Regulus,” she exclaimed. He smiled at her.

“It’s me.”

She sighed as she grabbed onto his hand.

“I love you,” she said happily, dragging him behind her as she brought him back out into the crowd.

“I love you, too,” he replied, but he didn’t think he heard her.

When they made their way back out, someone offered her a drink. Regulus wanted to tell her no. That he didn’t think she should drink anymore because he didn’t want her to throw up, nor did he want her to get alcohol poisoning. But instead, he grabbed an unopened bottle of water and continued to let her drag him back to their place in the lounge.

Regulus lets her sip her drink. He doesn’t bring attention to the water bottle he’s opening. But he brings it to his lips and takes the tiniest sip as she rambles on about something that someone said.

And Regulus is listening, but he’s more focused on the way she hands him her drink and takes the water from him subconsciously. She takes a big sip from it and Regulus smiles to himself.

Eventually she hands him back the half emptied water and takes her own alcoholic drink back. But Regulus thinks it’s progress so he doesn’t mind.

And she’s all smiles for the next three drinks as well until Regulus starts his car up and she turns to him, suddenly looking pale.

“I don’t feel great.”

“Do you want me to stop for some food?” Magically she gains some colour.

“What are you offering?” She asks.

“Whatever you want.” He hadn’t started driving yet, still looking over at her and watching a flash of excitement pass through her eyes. Her hands are still in front of her tummy, but she looks considerably better with the idea of food at the forefront of her mind.

“Do you know what I want?”

“What?”

“Pizza.”

“Pizza it is then.” There was a pizza shop in town that was open until late, it was an extra twenty minute drive but if that was what his girl wanted, then that was what his girl would get.

Regulus went in and ordered it for her and when he brought it back out to her she squealed as she reached out for it.

“You’re the best,” she sighed as she took in a deep breath.

When they got home, Regulus thought he had never seen her eat something so quickly.

“Thank you Regulus,” she hummed. Her mouth was full of pizza, but Regulus didn’t mind. He liked looking after her.

When they get home Regulus helps her with her nighttime routine and makes sure to place a big glass of water next to her bedside table as well as a few aspirin. And when she wakes up, he’s already got a few slices of toast waiting for her and he’s already starting on the rest of her order.

~~~

Regulus likes to take care of her when she comes over to his family’s house. There’s an unspoken promise that one day this will be their house and Regulus thinks it is that fact that always makes his mind turn to mush.

It’s why the second they sit down in the lounge room, Regulus is already pulling her onto his lap. There’s not enough room for everyone to sit down anyway and he likes that he can still smell her shampoo.

It’s why his heart tugs when his mother starts to get dinner ready and she’s standing up to go help. But Regulus tugs on her hand making her turn around and when she does so, he moves his hands to pull her skirt down and realign it because it moved from the way she sat on his lap.

He watches from a distance as he watches them get everything set onto the table. Regulus wants to go help, but he also wants to wait a minute to appreciate how well they get along.

But then he watches her try to reach the glasses on the top shelf and Regulus finds himself standing up subconsciously to go help her.

“Need some help?” He mumbles into her ear. He places a hand on her waist and reaches over her to get the glasses that she couldn’t reach.

“My hero,” she giggles, leaning into Regulus to place a small peck on his lips.

For a moment, they both forget that the rest of his family is there, their mind already living in the moment when it will just be the two of them in that house, with their own family. And Regulus likes to think he’ll still be taking care of her, even then.

~~~

Regulus likes to take care of her after a long day at work. He’s back at her apartment after they’ve both just finished work and he’s already bringing her into his arms and pressing soft kisses to her hairline.

“How was your day, pretty girl.” He asks as she pulls away to take her coat off.

“It was so busy Reggie, you wouldn’t believe what happened,” she started and soon he’s trotting behind her as she continues her story about all her meetings and the work she had to catch up on.

“Did you manage to eat anything in between all of this?” He asks, handing her a glass of water he had poured for her.

She sits at the table and blinks up at him, her lips unmoving.

Regulus frowned at her, already knowing the answer.

“Sweetheart,” he starts, “you have to eat, you know that.”

“I know,” she starts, sipping her water so she has something to do. “But we’re going out for dinner anyway tonight so it’s fine.”

Regulus doesn’t think it’s fine.

“But you need food in between that.”

“I know,” she grumbles, “I know, I just didn’t have time.”

Regulus sighs.

“I had a chocolate bar if that counts?” She adds, sending him an innocent look.

“So nutritious,” he says sarcastically. “Well you should eat something before we go out.” They were going out for date night to her favourite restaurant. “Something that’s not chocolate.”

“It’s fine,” she says quickly, “I have to get ready anyway and by the time I finish it will be time to go.”

She’s already getting up to go to her bedroom and get ready to prove her point.

Regulus’ lips remain in a tight line.

Regulus watches her getting ready, slowly getting ready with her so they’ll finish at the same time.

He’s in the bathroom, washing his face when she comes in with her mascara in hand.

She stands next to him and starts putting it on. They’re both happily sharing the mirror space until she bumps her elbow on Regulus and gets her mascara on her forehead.

“Ugh,” she groans, “you’re in my way.”

There’s no malice in her tone and Regulus isn’t offended. But he knows the reason she’s so snappy and so he only passes her a qtip and apologises, pulling her into his side and kissing the side of her head.

“Sorry, my girl.”

He’s already ready so he goes downstairs into the kitchen and grabs a small muesli bar to put into his pocket, sitting at her dining table until she comes down.

And soon she does, shoes in hand as she sits on the chair next to Regulus and passes him her shoes. As he puts them on he asks, “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

“What am I?” she asks, “five?” Regulus knows she’s only scoffing and grumbling because she’s hungry and probably a little tired from her big day at work, but he just shrugs.

“You never went when you came home.”

“I think I’d know if I need to go to the bathroom, Regulus.”

Regulus only shrugs. Patting the flesh on her calf as he finishes putting her shoes on.

She thanks him and grabs onto his hand as they walk out to his car.

It was just under a thirty minute drive to the restaurant and when Regulus stops at the third red light, he notices her squirming in her seat.

“You good?” He asks, shooting her a quick glance.

“I’m fine,” she whines.

Regulus knows if he explicitly offers to fix her problems she won’t accept the help, so instead he pulls out the muesli bar he shoved in his pocket earlier in the kitchen and takes a bite of it.

“What’s that?” She asks and Regulus’ lips quirk upwards at her sudden interest.

“I don’t know, I just found it in your pantry.” He takes another small bite.

“I don’t remember buying those, let me try it.” She grabs it out of his hand and takes a big bite.

Regulus is glad. Sure, they will be eating soon but they still have to get there and order and wait for it to come out, and he doesn’t want to deal with her grumpiness until then.

She pushes her hand into his face so he can take another bite, but he only takes a small nibble.

He’s happy he’s solved that issue, but she’s still squirming in her seat and Regulus is trying to be a good boyfriend and not ask if she needs to go to the bathroom.

He doesn’t. He lets her squirm and groan quietly when they hit another two red lights. There’s only five minutes to go, but there’s a gas station they’re passing and Regulus pulls over.

“What are you doing?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows over at him.

“Sorry love,” he apologises, “I need petrol.”

She nods her head slowly at him.

“Okay, I’m just going to jump out as well.”

They both know she’s going to the bathroom and Regulus smirks to himself. So maybe he just got petrol two days ago, but you can never have too much petrol he decides.

When she comes out, she sighs when they both get back into the car.

“Feel better?” He asks, wondering how she’ll react.

“Much.” She settles with, still not wanting to let Regulus know what she had done. Regulus wants to say I told you so. Wants to prove that he knows her better than she knows herself. But they both know that already and he’s happy with that.

~~~

Regulus likes to take care of her when they wake up in the morning. It’s a Sunday and they’ve slept in. Her legs are draped over his skin and her head is nuzzled into his chest and he doesn’t mean to wake her, but he yawns and he can see her eyes fluttering.

They spend more time in bed, not wanting to get up. But when her tummy starts rumbling, Regulus asks what she wants and when she decides on pancakes, they’re getting out of bed and making their way to her kitchen.

She’s flipping the pancakes when Regulus comes up and pats down her hair, putting it in place. She whines.

“My hair’s a mess.”

“It’s cute.”

“It needs to be washed.” Regulus doesn’t say anything and so she continues. “I was meant to wash it earlier this week but I never got a chance to.”

“I’ll wash it for you,” Regulus offers without thinking about it.

“Really?” She asks, genuinely curious.

“I’d do anything for you, my pretty girl.”

She’s glad her back to Regulus so he can’t see the effect he has on her.

That’s how they find themselves in her bath after breakfast has been cooked and eaten.

She’s humming to herself as Regulus massages her head, lathering in her shampoo. He rinses it out, making sure not to get any soap in her pretty eyes staring up at him.

When he’s done and they’re just sitting in the bath, her back resting against his chest she sighs.

“You know,” she says, her tone making Regulus smile.

“Yes?”

“I do need to shave as well.”

“Do you now?” He teases, knowing he’s going to be the one who ends up shaving her.

“Yeah,” she sighs as if it’s a burden.

“Better pass me the razor then pretty girl.”

She giggles as she does so. The water sloshing around them because of her movements. She’s quick to give him a kiss and say, “Thank you Regulus, you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Regulus sighs dramatically as he says, “you’re lucky you’re pretty.” But really, he doesn’t mind. Regulus likes to take care of her.

#regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus black fluff #regulus black blurb #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders fluff #marauders blurb #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fluff #harry potter blurb #rb #rbf #rbi

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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HEY THERE!!! May I request something? <3

How about Madara slowly realizing his feelings for reader after denying it for so long! How would he realize? How would he approach the reader?

NSFW would also be welcome 😏

😏😏

I'm sorry these took so long, I would've had them finished yesterday BUT I LOST ALL MY WRITING WHEN I WAS AT THE END and that took all my motivation honestly haha. Sorry if these aren't quite what you were looking for, thank you for asking though

This is both the angstiest, softest, and shortest smut I've ever written.

(These are headcanons but honestly they're more than long enough to make a fic so uh...oops)

Madara Uchiha, though he’d deny it, is the type that would fall first. But he’d equate his feelings to only lust in the beginning. He’d see her first, notice her first, and approach first but all with intention.

The era he comes from is heavy with political marriage. His marriage would most likely already be prearranged. But he'd still approach you, a fling between a man and a woman has nothing to do with someone he hasn't met.

He'd call out to you, "Oi," his gruff voice and rude way of speaking would immediately put you off. You would have no idea who he is, not really up to date on all the ins and outs of shinobi. With an annoyed look on your face, you'd ignore him.

But he wouldn't give up, a ninja is one who endures after all. He'd take every opportunity he could find to approach you again, more interested in the challenge you presented then what he had originally intended. Madara would begin to follow you, without him realizing at first, he'd do it in the name of seeking opportunity but eventually it'd just become a habit.

By that point, you'd know who he is, but the game you started was a bit too fun so you'd purposefully ignore him, a sly smile on your face. You liked infuriating a powerful man like him. His attentions would inflate your ego, if only a little. After all, who else could say they were being pursued by the Madara Uchiha?

The more he'd watch you, the more he'd learn about you. He'd smirk when you'd smile, roll his eyes at the lame jokes you'd tell your village's children. Watching your simple life became a bit of a comfort without his knowledge. Going from the bloody battlefield where any one of his comrades, or even himself, could lose their lives at any moment to watching you and your sleepy village made his heart ache.

But when a rogue shinobi clan invaded your home, he admired not only yours but the bravery of your people. Despite being weak, untrained, and lacking in experience he watched as you all faced your enemy head on. You especially, refused to back down. You'd spit in the face of your would be attacker, anger and spite swirling in your eyes like a storm.

Of course, he saw it as the perfect opportunity. At least, that's what he told himself, but his rage at your potential violation was clear as day as he easily tore into the man who had attempted to harm his property. The rest of that clan were like flies, buzzing around and destroying what was his. He took care of them all.

His anger only mounted when he saw the red irritation marks on your wrists and neck, like proof of his inability to protect you. He'd take your wrist in his own, the sheer difference in size and strength furthering his wrath. What kind of shinobi preyed on such weaklings? Where was their pride? Their sense of honor?

"Thank you," your quiet voice gave him pause. "For saving me."

His grip on your wrist would tighten, his chest uncomfortable. One look from your eyes was enough to placate him and he hated it. How could some helpless girl hold so much sway over him? He was getting too close, he had to fix it. Place some distance before he did something he'd regret.

You flinched, his grip too tight. Madara let go immediately, put on his normal mask of bravado and say, "Why don't you show me just how thankful you are?" He intended to hurt you, he felt his heart squeeze as the words left his lips.

He thought he'd succeeded as he watched you look away from him. There, it's finished, he'd think. No more weakness. But you'd surprise him, your trembling hand reaching out and grabbing his wrist with all your might. It was pathetic. You'd look him straight in the eyes and nod. The Uchiha was dumbstruck.

You'd led him to your home without saying a word, closed and locked the doors before looking back at him with determination. With a nervous approach, you'd get on your tiptoes and place a chaste kiss on his lips. He'd be stock still, you'd be nervous from head to toe. Just this once, he'd think. I'll take advantage of your naivete. Madara would embrace you, envelope you in his large frame, and force his way into your mouth.

Eventually, he'd have you on your back on your futon, clothes off and thrown about the home; your breasts moving with your rapid breaths, your legs spread open with shining arousal coating your inner thighs. You look beautiful, he'd think but while his mouth moved without thought. "How low must your value be for you to give yourself to me."

"If its you," you'd start, your body flushed with pleasure. "I know you've been watching me. I have no qualms giving myself to you." There it was again, that heavy uncomfortable tightness in his chest. He hated it. "You'll regret that," he'd respond, unable to look you in the eye.

Your arms reached out and wrapped around his neck and you pulled him in for a kiss full of all your unspoken feelings. His arms trembled. He didn't need this, the last thing Madara needed was someone else to lose; for more loved ones to be placed in an unmarked grave. But his lips moved instinctively, reciprocating all of your emotions, unspoken word for unspoken word. His hips pushing forward, his member splitting you slowly.

The two of you moved together, breathed together. He had never felt such ecstasy in his life. Grunting in exertion, he spilled his release inside of you and the warmth of his spend caused you to tumble off your own cliff.

He stayed with you until you fell asleep, his mind swirling with thoughts and suppressed feelings. If he stayed with you, he'd never want to leave, his weakness would increase, but if he left he'd never be able to feel your warmth or see your smile again. His clan needed its leader, Izuna an older brother to protect him. Your presence made him wish he could have that dream that Hashirama had spoken of long ago.

Madara made his choice, as hard as it was. He left without a word. Back to the battlefield, back to his clan, back to his brother. He wondered if you cried, if you looked for him, or if this was the outcome you had expected all along.

A few years later found him on his back, giving Hashirama the ultimatum that'd begin the formation of the Uchiha-Senju alliance. As Konoha grew he wondered if this would have happened if he'd stayed. He supposed it was for the better, the village being as important as it was, but the emptiness in his heart continued to remind him of the love he chose to leave.

"Madara," Hashirama called, his usual cheer obvious by his smile. "A new clan arrived today, a civilian one! Isn't it exciting?" The Uchiha's heart skipped a beat but he knew better. Even if it was your people, would you even be with them? Maybe you had married some other man from some other clan. But then Hashirama continued and he said the name of your village and Madara couldn't help but run off toward the new settlement area.

And there you were, the same smile on your face as you told a disgruntled Tobirama one of your lame jokes. There were flowers in your hair, poorly placed and half falling out; a little girl, about three or four years old, with black hair and onyx eyes, gripping your skirts nervously. The resemblance was undeniable, the little girl the picture perfect Uchiha. He felt like he might stop breathing.

Your squinted for a moment and you looked up at the roof he was watching from. Your smile fell, and his heart dropped to his stomach. Of course you were unhappy to see him, he'd saddled you with a child and left. How had he expected anything different? But before he could leave in shame and wallow in his pity, you smiled again and ushered the child forward. You bent at the waist and pointed in his direction saying, "Ito, do you see that man up there?" The girl nodded slowly. "That's your father, and he helped make this village."

A/N: Ito means thread, so RC named their daughter that as she is the red thread connecting her to Madara, which I think is very sweet.

#madara uchiha smut #madara uchiha #naruto series #madara uchiha x reader #madara x y/n #madara x you #madara smut #madara angst #mortyvongola 2 0 fanfic #mortyvongola2 0 requests #madara uchiha headcanons #naruto fanfiction #mortyvongola2 anon

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kitkatsudon · 6 months

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What are your thoughts on their characters of the alternate universe also being neurodivergent?

Eg, Gon and Jihun both having autism. Or Yeong and Eunseob also both being neurodivergent.

First of all, what a great question! I’m very pleased you’ve got me talking about this in a public place, lol.

I think the best way to start is to think about the question in a general sense, rather than focusing on Eunseob and Jihun in particular. After all, the multiverse is vast, but the question here is… exactly how vast? It really depends on how you conceptualise it. In the TKEM canon, we’re shown different universes that contain variants of the characters we’re familiar with, and it’s implied that everyone exists with the same DNA in every universe, implying strict continuity within the universes… except that’s not quite right, is it? If that were the case, one would expect people to live and die at the same time in every universe, but we have proof that isn’t the case, even without Lee Lim’s meddling. Take Song Jeonghye, for example: she’s alive and kicking in the Republic, but in the Kingdom Queen Song died when Gon was very small (I think three years old in Korean age?), which was before Lee Lim started drastically altering the continuity between the universes. If people can die at different times in different universes, what happens if someone in one universe died as a baby, but in another universe in the infinite multiverse they went on to have children? These children wouldn’t exist in the first universe where they were dead, causing a big inconsistency between the universes.

That’s why I prefer to think of the multiverse using the mindset that, in the infinite multiverse, there’s a universe where every possible outcome of the universe has happened. This means that there are an infinite amount of universes where, for example, Lee Gon exists as he does in canon, where he exists as he does in our headcanons, and also an infinite amount of universes where he was never born at all. The implication of this is that, if you can think of something, it will exist somewhere in the infinite multiverse. (This also means that every fanfiction is canon, and hypothetically the canon characters could visit the universe of any fanfiction using the Manpasikjeok - I love having the concept of the multiverse in the show’s canon because it means that somewhere, somehow, you’re always right >:D)

With this in mind, my official, blanket answer for the question of whether or not Gonjo variants would be neurodivergent is both yes and no. There would be an infinite number of universes where they are, and an infinite number of universes where they aren’t.

However, you also asked me about these specific cases, so let’s talk about them!

Jihun… is a difficult one to call. What I can say at least is that if he is neurodivergent, he would probably need to be high masking to be able to reach a high position in the military. From his uniform, you can tell that he’s a pretty high ranking officer (I don’t have wifi right now and the signal isn’t good enough for video so I can’t check his exact rank at the moment), which means it would probably be difficult for him to serve if the military thought that potential neurodivergence would affect his ability to do his job. With that being said, it’s certainly not impossible. In my opinion, we haven’t really seen enough of Jihun to make an educated call either way, but from the way he was purposefully paralleled with Gon in the first episode, it’s not out of the question.

As for Eunseob, this is perhaps more likely. We’ve spoken about Gon and Yeong having an ND-to-ND connection, but I think it’s telling that when Gon first arrived in the Republic, Eunseob was the only one to really humour Gon and try and spend any time with him. I think, however, that a big point is how Yeong and Eunseob are presented as such polar opposites, with such extreme personalities. Neurodivergent traits are often characterised by extremes, and the way they’re characterised as extreme opposites in the show really lends itself to a neurodivergent reading for both of them. As for his exact diagnosis, I agree with you in our messages that he’s more likely to be ADHD, but admittedly I have’t really thought about this well enough to create a well thought-out argument as to why - it’s just kind of based on intuition and vibes, more than anything else. Something I want to note is that in @deesarrachi ‘s Polycule Cinematic Multiverse, Yeong has ADHD, and although last time I checked, the full fic isn’t ready yet, I can’t help but wonder if, in this universe, both Yeong and Eunseob have ADHD (and if you see this and would like to, deesarrachi you are more than welcome to expand on this in the comments or in a reblog)

Anyway, I think those are all my thoughts on the subject? Thank you once again for the question, you kept me very entertained while I’ve been sat on the train for a couple of hours :D

#tkem #kitkat’s tkem deep dives #kinda?#it’s more like kitkat happily rambles about her tkem brainrot without doing any kind of additional research to back anything up #it really is making me happy to talk about my headcanons though #thank you so SO much for engaging with me on this #lee gon #jo yeong #lee jihun #jo eunseob #kitkat answers asks

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granulesofsand · 6 months

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Black Cloaks and Baby Sacrifice

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA, miscarriage, death, murder, true to title

Fun fact: our family legit owned black cloaks that were worn pretty much only for big holidays. The fabric tears if it catches on branches or other woodsy obstacles, so they kept a big plastic tub of em under the Christmas ornaments. Probably still there.

Another: we’ve been impregnated and told the miscarriage was our fault and a sacrifice. We were maybe 12 years old. People in our group have carried babies to term and lost them to murder, covered up as stillborns or miscarriages when they were killed. It isn’t particularly difficult to accomplish or hide.

I dislike people saying any aspect of a traumatic experience is nonexistent unless it is blatantly impossible. Abusers are capable of taking advantage of disbelief— if they use stage magic, why wouldn’t they use strange dress and lies?

Even in cases where the whole point is to engineer that disbelief, people are still hurt by it. Most ritual abuse functions on secrecy and forced interpretations of the survivor’s reality, and the sentiment should carry that no one is at fault for what was done to them.

I do not believe there is an all-powerful cult based on Jewish mysticism. I do not believe all groups are as interconnected as they like to pretend. I do believe that perpetrators know enough to purposefully add in these details.

I don’t particularly care what outsiders say about my memories. I have my own proof and self-compassion. But my own system has more sensitive members, including children. They have done nothing but suffer, and you will not hurt them further just because RA is bizarre.

It goes just as well for any survivor; turning away only succeeds in coddling your own comfort. We are still here.

Do you really care so much about appealing to the masses that you would knowingly side with abusers? They won’t pick you. This division is to the benefit of none of us, so let it fall. Our voices have always been louder together.

#ramcoa #tw ramcoa #ramcoa vent #ramcoa system #did osdd #osddid #cdd system

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remcycl333 · 2 years

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https://remcycl333.tumblr.com/post/695306258871451648/plus-the-reason-so-many-people-after-void-success

Okay sorry in advance for how long this is or if I went too far but this is ridiculous.

People like this piss me off (the post with the person who said they don't believe anyone's void success stories) even though they themselves want to go into the void😂 these are the same people who probably won't ever get what they want because they're so close minded, the ONLY reason someone wouldn't get scared of living that dream life after finally having it in the 3D is because oh yea the whole point of persisting in you already having your desire also comes along with the feeling of normalcy with that desire, so of fucking course someone won't be scared when they enter the void and wake up with a new gender or new this or that, BECAUSE THEY PREPARED THEMSELVES FOR IT(literally going into the void or affirming to go into the void itself is preparing you for everything you desire to come to fruition physically), and the same with affirming/persisting and waking up with everything you desire, they knew they have their desire and literally for MOST success stories I've heard, they don't get scared because they're in their dream life why tf would they be scared? They're in their dream life!! Most of them cry, get excited, overwhelmed and it's literally in MOST STORIES.

Imagine throwing ignorant bullshit around just because "tHeRes nO wAy MiLiOns of pEoPle aRE tElLinG tHe tRutH" because you think they're not fucking scared enough. Also the part where they all that shit about how people should react a certain way, another bullshit thing, I'm sorry but it doesn't take a lot for someone to realize there are millions of people in this entire world and not every single damn person is gonna have the reaction you expect from them. People don't even need the void to wake up with everything they've desired, they affirm and persist and the 3D conforms to their true reality(the one they desire) and many people have woken up with that as well. The same kind of person they are is like those anons who say "where's your proof of you manifesting that? May I ask you to invade your privacy so that you can prove something to me that I can just prove to myself by doing exactly what you have always been saying to do?" (Can you see the sarcasm I hope so).

Anyway thank you for coming to this ted talk I just got so pissed after reading so much ignorance in one post, it had enough ignorance for 20 posts honestly.

no like literally couldn't have said it better myself!!! why would you be scared if you literally purposefully entered the void and then affirmed KNOWING YOU WOULD WAKE UP SOMEWHERE NEW?? like huh??? and like you said, you don't even have to go to the void to manifest that! you could wake up somewhere new without affirming!!

it is just so absurd to me to make a law of assumption blog and use it to shit on the law of assumption and other people who have successfully manifested? and they always say "well im allowed to share my opinions!" literally what do you gain from calling people liars and sending young people who rely on manifesting to get them out of harmful situations into a panic? all because you haven't been able to get into the void yourself?? like why dedicate your time to running a manifestation blog when you clearly don't even believe in manifestation?

#asks

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izzyliker · 2 years

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not gonna post a screenshot here bc its from a discord server but i keep seeing people say that ed “isnt actually the kind of person that relishes violence” and that he “could never admit to himself that he didnt have to be that person” and something something its rooted in his trauma and the bathtub moment was his breakthrough to realizing that he doesnt Want It and this line of thinking infuriates me so much because people dont HAVE an innate “real” self buried under “trauma” and “mental illness” or whatever, trauma isnt a literal mask you put on top of the Real You that you can just take off and become the Real Version of yourself, trauma CHANGES YOU, and its such a dangerous thing to present as meta that by “healing from trauma” (which btw in eds case is some really complex childhood trauma that ISNT GOING TO BE HEALED by just him opening up to stede ONCE, this is shit that takes years to work through in intense trauma specific therapy and that isnt to heal from it ie. Become Untraumatized, its to become Functional in a way where it doesnt literally immobilize you or ideally to the point where you have the best quality of life you are able to attain) you just become The Real Version of Yourself that you were Hiding All Along. and thus any other versions of yourself youve had were never “REAL” . thats just not. pinches nose. No?!

like beyond the fact that we get repeatedly told that ed DOES enjoy violence (”love a good maim”) and that violence ISNT ACTUALLY INHERENTLY BAD in the shows context (these two literally cannot be emphasized enough in connection w each other because Likes Violence isnt a character flaw to overcome in this show BECAUSE THEY ARE PIRATES) the idea that the things you did when you were mentally in a bad place werent “the real you” is fucking dangerous. it WAS the real you. “growth” and “healing” doesnt get you to “the real you,” it gets you to a DIFFERENT you. people change all the time. you learn from your surroundings, your life experience, your friendships, your traumas, your personality changes sometimes drastically and your morals and ethics can change as you are exposed to new ideas or proof. every version of you WAS THE REAL YOU. the current you who is happily committed to a relationship and working through trauma and mental illness is just as much the real you as the person you were when you were 18 and habitually cheating on your partner because you had to purposefully sabotage relationships bc you didnt think you deserved happiness due to trauma or mental illness was the real you. there IS no “real ed” to uncover from underneath the rest of these eds hes been because ed is in flux and changing just like everyone else is. the ed who cries in the bathtub is no more real or fake than the ed that does whippies with calico jack. people are complex and multifaceted and growing and changing.

#best wishes gargoyle king #ofmd

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ghost-of-a-slave · 3 months

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hi , rq anon here from earlier !! ^_^

I'm kinda just gonna go on a ramble here about things you said in your response that were kinda like ... wow okay !! apologies for any improper grammer or typos too !! I'm a fast typer lmao

first , the fakeclaiming hello .... ???

"why is your support of minorities so conditioned" because a) I don't believe that the majority of you chucklefucks are actual minorities so this doesn't apply " wow okay !! that's certainly a way of thinking !! if your belief on someone's race , disability , gender , or trauma or literally anything only applys in certain situations , you are ALSO a bigot . your support for any minority shouldn't be conditioned the moment you disagree with them , or the moment they do something you don't like . you don't see me saying " ur not native american or a system or a trafficking victim bc ur an anti rq and i hate anti rqs !!! " like hello ???

" are you actually POC or are you "transrace" ? " if we're going in your definition , I'm " actually poc . " just like you , I'm native american ( just like you , yippie :3 ) , my dads entire side of the family is native . my grandma taught me how to make dreamcatchers and quillwork and beadwork and she told me many stories growing up !! my native features are pretty obvious too ( despite my skin ... super pale LMAO ) but so , yk , im bodily poc and have been since the day i was born .

" I have Because let's be clear so many radqueers are super fucking white and are larping as POC because they want brownie points or want to be allowed to say slurs. " idk what radqueers you're talking about but poc rqs make up a large handful of our community , at least from what ive been able to see and I've been active in the rq community for a long time . then with the larping as poc , again , the unnecessary and extremely rude fakeclaiming ?? claiming someone is faking their race ( or really faking ANYTHING ) without proof is extremely bad . for someone who claims to support minorities so bad , your view on ones that aren't like you sure is interesting !!

" If your fucking people were not genocided you will NEVER understand what it's like to be Native American and you doing shit like redface only makes things worse. " but i do understand and have understood since i was a little girl . assuming im lying about my race when i literally told you im bodily poc is so fucking weird and literally feeds into bigot behaviors !!

" are you actually traumatized or are you "trans trauma" and had a perfect life and never got hurt? " i was trafficked , raped , beaten and abused my whole life . my genitalia is deformed from how much sexual abuse I went through , I've been in therapy for years now . I'm willing to go into so much detail if you actually wanna know , but then again , you probably won't believe me bc your belief on victims stories is limited 🤷 I actively am in a toxic situation , infact , and just escaped an extremely toxic relationship with my ex , but sure , because I'm radqueer , suddenly I'm lying and just wanna pretend to be ruined for the rest of my life because it's cool .

" yet your community encourages people to not only pretend to experience what I did (trafficking) but also encourages purposefully endangering yourself and trying to GET PEOPLE ABUSED. " for starters , once again , have never seen anyone pretend to be trafficked in the rq community , but I might just be looking at the wrong side ! and then with trying to get people abused and stuff , the only thing I can think of to what you would be referring to is consensual relationships with cnc where one is transharmful and one is harmed . the thing is , notice how I said consensual ?? those sort of relationships are wanted and done safely , at least from what I've heard from people in those those sort of relationships .

" On the flip side are you someone who actually experienced something as extreme as I did or the same situation or are you "trans severity" " already stated this but i experienced just as much as you did ( well , in relations to trafficking at least , I'm not sure what your trauma is beyond that so maybe I have it worse or less worse than you , who knows )

" you have refused to do any of the work that is necessary to get over your own insecurities and accept that you can come away with the same kind of horrific fucked up mental state as people who go through a variety of things and by speaking over real survivors of specific areas not only are you doing self-harm (emotional) but you are ruining the chances of real survivors getting help and aid. " in therapy and am on meds for starters , so I'm not denying any work there . as for speaking over real survivors , nobody is doing that . at least not transramcoa people ( from what I've seen ) , most of them are aware of at least the basics of what it is we've gone through and they support us , maybe you've had a bad run but all my transramcoa friends love me and are always willing to listen to my stories about the things I went through . nobody is talking over you , nobody is saying you didn't go through the things you went through . as for ruining chances of real survivors getting help , ... how ??? genuinely how ?? if you're talking about transid people using things like mobility aids and stuff , then I don't necessarily understand how it's harmful . because one , a lot of transabled people don't really use mobility aids due to lack of money , unstable environments and stuff like that , but even those who do help normalize people using things like canes and stuff out in public , and if more people use mobility aids then a lot more companies will make them and stuff ( obviously , it'll kinda suck because inflation is wack )

" Are you actually disabled or are you "transabled" ? " once again , as already stated , I am actually disabled . I am diagnosed with MDD , GAD & ADHD and have been since I was a pre-teen , then I fit into all diagnostic criteria for bpd and autism and have suspected DID .

" The majority of radqueers however are not actually disabled or at least have a series of disabilities they pretend to have to make fun of people with those disabilities or because they think it's funny/cool. " no ?? again , I really & truly do not understand where you're finding these radqueers because all radqueers I've met have some sort of disability , either mentally or physically . and even then , I've never met a transabled person who does it to mock disabled people OR because they think the disabilities are cool . most transabled people I've met are transabled due to atypical dysphoria , presenting differently in headspace , source / kin memories , and most times they're transseverity ( aka , already disabled !! )

" and sure if I was you I'd be miserable because I was a bigot and bigots are miserable. But you could just no longer be like that if you stopped being a bad person maybe. " no , you'd be miserable because of all the things I deal with daily . you'd be miserable because I'm gonna have to repeat ninth grade most likely . you'd be miserable because nobody ever understands what I've gone through . you'd be miserable because I've been the " weird kid who doesn't understand social cues and is too loud " my entire life . you'd be miserable because I live with a mother who's like a ticking time bomb sometimes . I am not a bad person either , infact , I get told often I am a good person who's funny , kind , compassionate and very empathetic by my friends and family ( and yes , this includes the ones who know about my radqueer identity . yes , this includes even my ANTI friends who know I'm radqueer . ) , I am a much better person than I was when I was younger , my improvement in my behavior is something I'm extremely proud of actually !!

tl ; dr ;; your support and belief for minorities shouldn't be limited the moment you disagree with them . just because someone is different than you doesn't mean they're lying .

Okay, this may be the last one from you that I'm addressing not because I wish to drop the topic but because I now know I'm talking to a minor on an account I sometimes post sexually explicit posts on and I don't want to anytime soon unnecessarily expose you or other children to that as well as my own personal feelings about how I approach topics with those substantially younger than myself. I want to start off by and be clear that this is not to say children are lesser or dumb but rather that I know from my own experiences that it's a lot harder to be at a better place mentally the younger you are and the closer to trauma you are. The way I reacted and the way I have spoken to you is incredibly unnecessary and I apologize for any distress I may have caused. I do not wish to cause harm to children whatsoever. I also know that when it comes to groups I personally see as a genuine danger to my safety I will be incredibly aggressive and harsh. This harshness is meant primarily for adult radqueers who have the ability to know better, fully understand right from wrong, and specifically the ones who do everything in their power to berate genuine minorities. I am so genuinely sorry that you've been sucked into that hell and you are not to blame nor deserving of any of this. I've been there, I'm pretty sure I got trafficked in highschool still as well. I know how horrific it is. And I'm also very sorry that I did not think about properly wording my previous post as talking in generalizations without clarification obviously would end with me fakeclaiming you which was wrong of me on many levels. The anger I hold to the people being genuinely bigotted and cruel should not be placed on people who genuinely seem to not hold those fascistic and horrific ideas.

I don't believe it's bigoted for me to often doubt the validity of someone's claims if they're a part of a social movement built on the basis of lies, manipulation, and other falseities. Transids/TransX is based on lying to other people and taking up space in communities of minorities while knowing you are not that minority. For example a fully white person claiming to be "trans native" going to events for natives or even lying for scholarships and similar yet not even knowing the name of whatever tribe they're claiming to be a part of, anything about the history, or even trying to genuinely care about the people within that demographic. That person is a colonizer, I would hope you agree that colonization is bad. Which leads me to be confused as to why you would support a colonialist ideology such as transids/TransX. It doesn't matter if SOME people are not doing redface/blackface/similar, the overall concept is built specifically to defend those things. The most prominent example of transX identities is Oli London who was an obsessive stalker of a BTS member. He later claimed to "detransition" and is now an alt-righter spokes person online advocating for the brutality and legal oppression against trans people because of comparing real transgender people to his creepy racist bullshit he purposefully did to himself. This is what TransID is, and has always been. It is white people making a mockery of POC, and ableds mocking disableds by doing stereotypical impressions of mentally and physically disabled people to claim they're basically the same. Saying you are "transOCD" is faking OCD and is inherently making fun of people with OCD as well because it is making a mockery of what the actual disorder is. And faking a disorder for attention is something you should not be encouraging as it's a sign of differing mental illnesses that when constantly played off as just a special little identity forces you to never look into getting care or aid. (And no TransID is nothing like being transgender. Gender is an immutable self concept, that self concept fits into societal ideas and is called gender. The self concept is not by any means attached to one's body it is core to the self. All things that fall under transIDs are actually just about your body and things that are not always inherent to the self. If one had a differing body or brain they would not have X experience. I'd also go as far as to say that I believe personality disorders are parts of the self- but if you don't have one that means your self is not supposed to have it and you are going against the nature of the self by pretending to have it and is still obviously vastly different from gender.)

The reason I doubt the claims of people who are radqueers on their own traits and identity is not out of hate for them- I do not doubt radqs because I dislike them- I doubt them because the community is centered on lying. It is an ideology that is rotted at the very core. There is no radqueer without lying about your identity. You cannot be a radqueer and be anti-racist because being anti-racist requires going against trace people. Because trace people only exist due to racism. POC people who feel they have to be white are struggling with internalized racism- telling them they're right and would be better as a fully white person is you being racist. White people larping as POC is obviously racist because they are physically not POC and will NEVER experience what POC do.

I am sorry that you don't see what this community you are in is built upon. I am sorry people are lying to you and pretending to care about your trauma. I really and truly do hope you can get away from these ghoulish people who are using you as a token minority and a shield. You do not deserve to have people telling you they want your trauma or calling you lucky for experiencing such horrific things.

Radqueers do encourage abuse. I was once sent a massive thing screaming at me by another radqueer for daring to get free of trafficking and told I only existed to be raped and that's all I deserved and I was a bigot for taking away from biastiophiles because the radq community is filled with abusers who are pro-contact for horrific things. I am referring to the people in the community who go and do shit like that. The people who have been outed for sexually abusing children, animals, and corpses. The people who have tried to push people with disordered masochism such as myself into getting severely injured to the point of hospitalizations. I am talking about the people who encourage and advocate for the legalization of child abuse. I am so fucking glad you haven't run into those people, I am very fucking genuine when I say that I am terrified for people your age who are in that community. I am terrified that radqueers will get more people abused and killed. I don't want more people to die or be abused that is why I'm anti radqueer.

People ruining chances for survivors getting help is a mixed bag as well. As a person in treatment for my trauma it's so fucking hard to get anyone who believes you, I lucked out on a therapist who'd worked with trafficking survivors before but due to the large proliferation of misinformation people genuinely do not know what happens in trafficking. I have been brutalized and attacked for being a survivor on the basis it sounded too far fetched. I have seen people get pushed away by law enforcement because too many liars have made false reports or similar. The massive situation with the satanic panic for example got therapists and survivors alike killed. This is just a continuation of that brutality. Anyone who is transRAMCOA is someone lying about being a survivor and causing severe harm and damage to real survivors. I'm sorry the people around you don't see you as someone who matters and sees your trauma as a joke. You don't deserve that. Nobody around you should be telling you how jealous they are to be brutalized like you are/were. They're not good friends and they're using you.

Disabilities are also not fun. Nobody who is "transabled" by radqueer terms actually cares about the people with the real disability because if they did they wouldn't be faking it. They wouldn't be making fun of the symptoms.

You seem to be struggling a lot with self hatred. And I can only help you pull through. Seeing such young people get sucked into abusive and cruel extremist groups is incredibly sad and I know nothing I say will ever save anyone but fuck me if I didn't want to at least try.

#anti radqueer #radqueers fuck off #radqueer dni #radqueer tw #ableism tw #racism tw #cult tw #trafficking tw #abuse tw #SA tw

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Separating the two amoks so that if someone got their hands on them, it'd only be ONE of them at a time, is a good point, but... I still really don't like the idea of Marinette holding onto one of Adrien's amoks permanently. Under normal circumstances, I think she'd be pretty firmly against using one of Adrien's amoks against him, but I think there are circumstances right now where she might spiral hard enough that those ethical concerns go out the window.

I keep coming back to Ephemeral, and her plan to circumvent needing Chat's consent to reveal his identity to someone else, since she wasn't certain that he'd agree to reveal his identity to anyone but her, and she thought that informing Su Han of Chat's identity was the best option. I'm worried that if another situation arises where she's convinced that some course of action is for the best, for the greater good, and that she's not completely certain that Adrien would agree, that she might compel him to comply.

It also makes their relationship wildly power-imbalanced, with Marinette having the ability to control, and maybe even kill Adrien, even if she never actually used it.

I almost chose to ignore this and not answer because I didn't ask for this much Marinette salt and misconception of her character in my ask box (and don't try to pass it off as "critics", with what you're implying here it really isn't), but since you're not the 1st I hear saying all this, I'll bite

There's really a huge difference between tricking someone into something (and I'm grossly simplifying the situation there) by lying to them by omission, and actively knowingly controlling someone through a source of power by taking their freewill entirely.

Yeah, Marinette messed up in Ephemeral. Yeah, there were circumstances that made it understandable because of the pressure she was in. It's in no way proof that she'd turn Adrien into a puppet for the greater good like you say.

The 2 times Marinette got the opportunity to control a sentimonster through an amok that I recall were these :

Ladybug, when she got sentibug's amok that she refused to break. She could 1000% have used it for the greater good (because hey, being able to control someone with the exact same power as you without the fear of loosing your miraculous and being able to stay further from the enemy is a damn good opportunity), but she categorically refused to do so and immediately gave the amok back to sentibug, asking her to help them but leaving her with this choice. She specifically told her she wouldn't control her

Sentibubbler, when she ordered Sentibubbler to lower the bubbles with people inside to the ground, aka for security reasons & to save these people. You bet that if it was a matter of saving people she would not need to control Adrien for that and that he'd do it on his own lol

So if you think she'd ever entertain the idea of controlling her partner/best friend/love of her life, even if she's panicked and even if she thinks he might not agree, it's having a very low esteem of her character. Controlling Adrien for one's own need and if Adrien disagrees is Gabriel's thing. Not Marinette's.

And you bet that once the whole sentimonster thing is revealed with Gabriel's misuse of the rings, Marinette will never ever want to control Adrien. Implying she would after that, even for the greater good, is bordering on all these "Marinette is kinda acting like Gabriel when it comes to Adrien even though it's for a better goal" horrible takes and I cannot hear that

You're also talking about this as if Strike Back didn't happen and Marinette didn't realise the bad it caused to lie to Chat Noir this season, and as if the show isn't purposefully placing them in the conflict we've seen them having so they can both grow out of it.

Once again, it's a matter of trust, and as I said Adrien would still be in control of one of his amok. There's no reason to have a power imbalance if Adrien choses to entrust Marinette with it because he trust her to not use it against him and to keep it safe and he knows she's the best person to be trusted with it. As for the last part, I don't know how to break it down to you that I too technically have the ability to kill someone if I wanted to and I don't need an amok for that 🤫

It's totally understandable to not enjoy & be uncomfortable with the idea of someone else possessing one of the ring and be worried about it, but the justifications you're giving are just not it - especially when it's about a post-S4 conflict Strike Back, post-reveal, post-hawkmoth reveal and post-sentidrien reveal Marinette

Anyway if I haven't convinced you and you want to keep on proving your point that Marinette could still want to control Adrien in a reblog go ahead but I don't think I'll continue this conversation because we're not gonna agree here and I don't wish to see nor seek more salt on her character

#ask #flightfoot #sorry if I sound harsh but the whole 'she'd throw ethical concern out the window'#& '*widely* power imbalanced relationship' kinda made my eyes go wide #ml fandom salt #sentimonster!adrien

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Cut and Run — Pt 3 (BoaWT AU)

I’m sensing some of you are missing Sirius and Remus content, so here a little fixing for you to hold you over in the meanwhile.

Again, none of this is cannon to the main fic, I just like to self indulge. (1.4k)

Link to the main fic here

Pt 1 Pt 2

It took Remus approximately two weeks after Sirius’ escape to find them.

Sirius saw him coming. He'd picked this shack in part because it was up on a hill, it was easy to see people coming. And while it may have been years, Sirius knew that frame anywhere. He'd spent too many years walking through the halls after it, leaning against it in class, watching it’s subtle movements as it breathed throughout the night, running through the moon-lit grounds of Hogwarts with it. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was Moony.

Lyra was chattering happily on the floor beside the cot. He'd taken some coal from the fire and let her scribble across the wooden floor until all that was left was stubs, and then he'd enchanted the etchings to stand up and dance. It had been entertaining her endlessly all afternoon, leaving her none the wiser as to why her father stood looking out the window.

"Mini Moon," he called from the window. "You stay in here, alright?"

Lyra looked up at him from her spot, frowning, sensing the false calm in his voice.

He gave her a reassuring smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. "I'm just popping out for a second. Back before you can miss me."

Lyra jumped to her feet as he made for the door. Sirius held out a hand stopping her, waited for her to pause, before walking out.

Remus was halfway up the hill by then. He didn’t even pause as Sirius came out, closing the door firmly behind him.

He walked several paces from the shack, wanting to keep as much distance between Remus and it as possible for now. He didn’t think he’d ever hurt Lyra purposefully, but…well, she’d been with his mother. And Sirius couldn’t allow that to happen again.

Remus stopped several yards away from him, far enough away to duel if need be. He had his wand in hand. Sirius stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his own wand in hand as well.

They stood there in silence for entirely too long. Sirius decided to be the first to break it. “‘Ello, Moony.”

“Sirius.”

“What brings you to this part of the world? Out for a stroll? Come to try and turn me in?”

Remus shook his head just barely. “I’m not here to play games Sirius.”

“No, I’d say not, if your drawn wand is anything to go off of."

"As if yours isn't also drawn.”

"Touché." Sirius threw his long matted hair back behind him, attempting to look unbothered. “So, back to the question: what are you doing here?”

"Where's Lyra, Sirius?"

"How should I know?" He shrugged.

"You escape from prison, and days later your daughter goes missing from her grandmother's home? More than a coincidence, wouldn't you say."

Sirius barked, not at all amused. "Days, huh?” He said musing. “It took days for someone to realize? Remus, I picked Lyra up that night.” There was no outwardly reaction, but Sirius, even after all these year, could see him pause. “If that’s not proof she's better off with me, I don’t know what is."

"You honestly think she’s better off here? Isolated from the world, living out in some shack that's one strong wind from tipping in on itself?"

"Better here, with a father that loves and cares about her. Better here with me, than with a grandmother who locks her out of the house at night, because that’s how I was able to grab her, Remus! My mother had locked her outside over night!”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You didn’t know? What, did you give up on her when you gave up on me?”

"I'm not the one who sold our friends out to Voldemort and orphaned their child, including his own,” Remus hissed, his carefully collected demeanor finally giving way to his venom.

"That's funny, neither did I."

“And what, I’m supposed to believe that? They found you, surrounded by dead muggles, fresh from killing another one of our friends! Laughing like some sort of mad man—”

“The fact that you think I could—“

“For Lyra, I think so,” Remus cut in. “If they threatened her, I think you’d do anything to ensure she was safe.”

“Let me be very clear about something, Moony, though I didn’t realize I needed to,” Sirius hissed, jabbing his finger towards him. “I would never take part in making a world for my daughter in which she didn’t grow up knowing James and Lily. Never. I wouldn’t risk being separated from her, leaving her all alone in this world, not for anything. If Voldemort had ever threatened her, I would have only ever fought harder along side everyone else, because that is what I risked! Everything I had ever wanted for her! Peter though, he had nothing to loose.”

“Nothing but his life.”

“Nothing but his finger.”

Remus scoffed. “Are you really trying to pass the blame off? On Peter? You really haven’t changed a bit, Sirius. Everyone else is to blame before you right?”

“Oh I’m to blame,” Sirius grimly agreed. “It was my bright idea for Peter to be James and Lily’s secret keeper over me. I thought I was being clever, doing something the other side would never predict, that not even you could predict. I never realized I was handing them right on over to Voldemort.”

“How convenient Peter isn’t here to confirm your story. No one ever found him after that night, and you left that street in such disarray that no one expected to.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Sirius screamed, one first grabbing hold of his hair. “I went after him to confront him, because I knew he was the only one who could have told Voldemort where they were. He’s the one who blew up that street!”

“There’d have been evidence—“

“Oh certainly! Just no one out looking for it. The ministry hasn’t exactly been doling out fair trials for those suspected of collusion, Moony. Had they checked my wand, they’d have known I wasn’t the one to cast the spell, but they didn’t. That’s not what they cared about, they cared about burying that mess as quickly as they could. So I get thrown away, no investigation, no trial, and the real traitor looses a finger, the rest of him gets off scot-free, because the ministry and their aurors never had all the information.” Sirius motioned a finger between him and Remus. “We ensured it.”

A seed of doubt had been planted in the man’s mind, it was evident in the turn of his mouth. “You think he’s hiding away in his rat form?”

“I know he is. Last thing that coward did was scurry away. The ministry would never find the man again, and they wouldn’t even look for a rat. How could they, only about a billion of those in the whole of Britain, not to mention he’s not on any animagus list. For all they know, he’s disappeared.”

Remus opened his mouth, perhaps to argue, but both their eyes drew to the banging of the door behind Sirius. His heart dropped instinctively, his attention pulled to where the noise is growing louder and louder, becoming too loud now to be made only by tiny fists.

“Remus, please, just give me a moment to calm her down. She doesn’t need to see—”

The handle of the door suddenly crumbled, as though it’d been made out of paper mache and not metal. A perfect display of the sort of wandless magic it seemed only children ever seemed to produce. The door swung open with ease, now free of its lock and latch. Lyra barreled out the door to her father, who made large sweeping strides to meet her halfway, lifting her into his arms.

“It’s alright, Moon,” he soothed with a hand up and down her back as her hands fisted tightly into the collar of his shirt, her little heels digging into his sides to make her impossible to remove without a struggle. He had his back turned to Remus, wanting to believe he’d never cast at him while he was holding his child, but not willing to risk it after everything. “Everything’s okay, just calm down, and let’s get you back inside.”

Her head shook in the crook of her neck, not at all fooled by his words. Her entire body shivered with fear but she wasn’t letting go.

When he cast a glance behind him, Remus had hurriedly put away his wand. With the threat now gone, Sirius did the same. His old friend stared at her with large struck eyes.

“…she’s gotten so big.”

Pain strung at Sirius’ heart at the reminder. “Hasn’t she? She talks in full sentences now too. If only they’d grow at half the rate.”

Remus looked away, chewing at his cheek viciously. “I can’t say you’ve convinced me. But…” he paused, thinking what he was about to say over. “I’ll give you the chance to explain.”

#burning of a withered tree #fanfic #BoaWT AU #fanfic aus #cut and run au

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