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rottendollface · 4 months

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Pots of kinks.

Character: Jacob Alden.

Warnings: NSFW, female reader, established relationship, Jacob is older than reader, both protected and unprotected sex, slight BDSM, breeding kink, creampie, heavy obsessive behavior, oral sex (+ rimming), shibari, CNC, mention of drugging and keeping hostage, mention of psychological violence, voyeurism and photo shooting without consent, tantric sex, 18+.

Author's note: I made a list of my favorite kinks, and for some reason, I believed in myself and decided to draw the pots by hand. It was a mistake, and they look horrible, for what I apologize deeply.

Discipline

Jacob isn’t a fan of discipline, mostly because he is the first from your couple to melt into a crying mess and beg for more. Due to this reason, he rarely acts as dominant, but if you ask him nicely, he will make your wish come true. Prepare for the worst: no touching, moaning, and lamenting is allowed for you. He loves the way chokers look on your neck, so he will put one on you for sure. Jacob will treat you like a doll: brush your hair, fix your outfit for you, and inspect your body. Starting by pinching at your nipples and cupping your breasts, then coming to your pussy. Nothing can be more sweeter than your attempts to keep a straight face and stay silent, restrained from clinging and showing any signs of pleasure, as the wet spot on your panties grows bigger. Jacob will do everything to make you fail: he will grope your supple meat, bend you down and finger fuck you. He can even mock you for being so needy and messy. Be sure, the game will end quickly, as his own arousing demands attention – it is impossible not to get overly excited at the way you bite your lips and your chest rises heavily.

Sexual frustration

Age difference

When Jacob is in the mood for edging, he will initiate a long, torturing foreplay. Kiss him the way you love while sitting on his lap and rubbing your clothed cunt on his bulge slowly, your arms stroking his chest. Whisper him your desires, listen to his while Jacob squeezes your ass, then his fingers spreading your leaking hole and brushing your entrance with fingertips… and forget about going further. Jacob will find something urgent to do and leave both of you excited and frustrated to have wild sex a couple of hours after.

Tantric sex

Jacob isn’t into age play and doesn’t pay much attention to the age difference in your relationship, but there is something spicy about being older and more experienced than you. Jacob likes to guide you, give you advice when you need help, and tell you about the things you didn’t know before. It doesn’t have a physical impact, but pleases him psychologically to be your rock.

Roughness

You introduced this way of intimacy to Jacob. You assured him that it starts far before actual sex and includes intimate talks and spending time together. Not to say he understands it completely, but Jacob likes everything that means being together. At first you are having fun cooking, then watching a film in each other’s embrace. Soft touches, his fingers trailing down your hand, while you leave lazy kisses on his cheek. Jokes and a pleasant conversation, full of nice things to tell. An initiating kiss, your fingers curling into his hair, as the atmosphere gets heated, and Jacob presses you to his body to be closer to you. It grows into sensual, gentle love making: you are lying on your side in Jacob’s embrace, one of his hands holding your throat and other is resting behind your head, giving it support, while he is pounding into you leisurely. You turn your head to him, leaving messy kisses across his face until he finds your lips with his and involves you into a one long kiss. This tranquil sessions can last for hours until the awaited climax.

Sometimes Jacob has that special mood, when lowest forms of attraction take over him. Instead of usual lovemaking he goes straight to destroying your cunt in missionary and your whorish moans only encourage him to continue. He grabs your throat violently and tightens his grip with each thrust, feeling your cunt spasming on his length harder than usual. Jacob adores the way your nails claw into his scalp and skin of his back, as you cling to him. For a next round he will take you from behind, watching with extra pleasure how fat on your ass jiggles every time his hips buck into yours. Jacob will leave slaps on it too and stop only when your ass gets this beautiful reddish color.

Breeding

Expect him to be ashamed of his behavior during aftercare. Probably, he will ask to forgive him for being rude with you, in worse scenarios he will be dying silently, going over and over his words and actions in his head.

Oral

Jacob lives for that. Just one thought of his potent cum stretching your pussy makes him lose all his composure. He wants a classic family with two kids and a housewife, and you fit both roles of caring mother and housekeeper perfectly. He prefers to go on you without a condom, yet you are the one who keeps insisting on protection, because your gynecologist says that you can get pregnant easily. Just because he loves you, Jacob doesn’t want to make you feel stressed in a relationship with him, so he is waiting patiently. For now, he is content with what he has – rare creampies are allowed, when your pregnancy chances are low. Jacob cums so much the biggest part of his seed just oozes out of you down to your ass, leaving beautiful wet traces of his cum and your wetness mixed together. When he is in a kinky mood, he plunges your hole with his fingers to prevent cum from spilling, and finger fucks you until his dick gets erected, only to make a new load inside your womb.

You don’t even have to ask for Jacob to eat you out – he is eagerly asking you for this himself. He loves your holes, and both of them will get attention. Your little clit begs to be caressed with his lips and tongue, and who Jacob is to refuse it. His method is simple, yet effective: licking from your hole up to your clit. He spares some time to circle your opening and tease it with short licks, before letting his tongue inside you. After he is done with your leaking hole, he kisses his way up to your clit and licks it with a tip of his tongue only, before sucking on it and munching it with lips. Don’t be shy and grab his hair, press his face harder to your pussy – he loves some erotic roughness coming from you. You got the prettiest asshole, tight and extremely sensitive, so he can make you cum by eating your ass in seconds, yet he prefers a longer way: while his tongue explores your asshole, his fingers toy with your pussy, making you an absolute mess. Once his fingers plunged inside your soft cunt and his mouth leaves lewd kisses on your ass at the same time, you feel dizzy and your mind can think only about this lecherous torture.

Bondage

Things get different when it is your turn to please him. Jacob can’t think straight (or better say, he can’t think at all) when his cock is buried deep inside your throat and your tongue is sliding along, giving pleasurable pressure on frenulum and just a little stimulation at the tip. You change between deep throating and sucking swiftly, your hands stroke his shaft, as your tongue swirls on the tip. All he can do is blubber your name, while his hands are pressing on your head gently. You can feel Jacob’s approaching climax and you let his dick out of your mouth and stop all the stimulation right before it, changing focus of your attention to his lips instead. You almost fuck his mouth with your tongue, licking and biting at his lips before slipping into his hot mouth in and out. Your tongue caresses and plays with Jacob’s, your saliva mixes together, as you break the kiss and shove your wet tongue into his open mouth, letting saliva flow down. Then you lick his lips playfully and kiss Jacob again. His moans add nice vibration to the kiss. Your hand reaches his leaking cock and you go down again to bring him what he wants the most.

Jacob is a big fan of bondage, and his skill may surprise you. He has always wanted to make a shibari themed photoset, so he will ask for your assistance. Jacob makes tight knots and uses the best shibari ropes to make sure they won’t hurt you and will be comfortable to your skin. In his head, he already has an outfit and location design; makeup, hairstyle, and accessories are up to you. He will make a corset from ropes on your chest, tie your wrists in a prayer gesture, then bind your arms and hang them up, spread your legs, and fix them with a row of knots. His gratitude and appreciation to you for showing interest in his hobby are endless. If you start to feel uncomfortable, he will stop everything and untie you while comforting you. Jacob wants nothing more, but to make it enjoyable and fun for both of you.

Collar & Leash

If you are ready to spice things up, Jacob will bring it to the bed. Nothing extreme hides behind a kinky façade: he just ties your hands to have control over them. Your physical restriction makes his dick harder and sends animalistic impulses down his spine. Breeding you with your hands tied and fixed above your head makes Jacob cum even more – his seed is leaking out with his dick still inside, as no more room is left for it.

CNC

Jacob is blessed to see both of them on your pretty neck. He cums instantly just by pulling the leash and bringing you closer to him. Tight black band of leather on your delicate neck and a leash, contrasting with your skin, is a sight of pure erotic. You were created to feed his demons: Jacob usually doesn’t let dark fantasies roam inside his head, but when he has you all exposed, left with nothing but a collar and leash on your body, he can’t control this voluptuous fever. His favorite way of using it is when you take a condom inside your mouth and put it on his cock by using your throat, as Jacob gradually pushes a leash.

Obsession

Jacob has a shameful fantasy that he will always keep as a secret. He is against violence and degradation, but not in this case. This absolutely horrifying thought appeared in his head since the first time he met you. Struck by your beauty, Jacob wished to have you no matter what. He fantasizes of inviting you to his place and then drugging you to lock you in his basement and take advantage of your sleeping body. He imagines his hands groping your breasts and plump flesh of your waist, touching you everywhere he wants. Jacob wishes to corrupt you, force his dick inside your unprepared cunt and just rape you. Thrusting into you at a sinister pace, pulling you on his dick so hard it hurts for both of you. If you wake up he will give you a drink that will make your head clouded, refuse – and he will pour it down your throat himself. Your cries and laments to stop are the best aphrodisiac to him. Jacob is afraid one day he will lose his mind and let that demonic part take over him, but that fantasy of you unconscious on a cold dusty basement floor with your legs wide open and drool leaking down your face excites him. You are already perfect, but Jacob will finish your transformation into a pure perfection by breaking you and making you an obedient doll who worships him.

Jacob loves you. By that he means that you are a center of his universe and the reason he wakes up every morning. He can’t stay apart from you, he can’t breathe without you. When you are with him everything gets easy. No one can take you from him. Jacob treasures and protects you like a zealot, he knows your every habit and can predict your behavior out to the last detail. He knows everything about you: your cycle, names of all your family members, names, addresses and phone numbers of your friends, and a lot of other stuff that you probably don’t know about your darlings and even about yourself. Jacob is happy that you are dating him: he does everything to earn your love and make you fall for him more and more with every day. You belong to him and you will stay with him forever – your consent is wished, but not required. Try to leave and no one will ever find you: Jacob will lock you inside his house and chain you to his bed. He will destroy you mentally until you decide to stay with him voluntarily.

Voyeurism

Jacob tries not to be clingy, but he needs to hear you saying that you love him everyday. During sex he will ask you to tell him that you belong to him. He likes to mark you as his: matching outfits, accessories for couples, sharing his clothes with you, literally everything to make other people know, that you are his.

Jacob has a telescope and fancy camera lenses that he uses for illegal reasons. You are too carefree and neglect using curtains, so sometimes Jacob can see you playing with yourself or walking naked. You will never notice him watching you, as he is the best at hiding his strange hobby. Jacob knows how to make you cum in seconds by watching you doing so to yourself: you liked stuffing your cunt with your fingers and pressing them close to your crotch so they will rub your clit while you are pounding into your hole. He isn’t only watching you, Jacob is making pictures and recording videos he can use later. Ecstatic shivers are running down Jacob’s spine every time he watches you through the camera, as he massages bulge on his pants. It is a unique secret bond only you and him share.

While spending time together, Jacob will watch you constantly. He can’t get enough of you: he will observe you eating, stretching your limbs, scratching your head… nothing will escape his sight. Expect him to peep on you while changing your clothes or having a shower at his place. Jacob is all-seeing, and when you think you are safe from his careful gaze, know that he is still watching you.

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godshitgirl · 14 days

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In a dominant mood so here's how I think bsd men would act as subs

Atsushi

Would be a very obedient sub

Trusts you in every way imaginable

You know how parents tell you "well if your friend told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?"??

Yea that's him

If you told him to do something stupid or dangerous whether in the bedroom or not he would immediately trust that you have a plan behind it (even if you actually don't, he doesn't know that)

Other than that, he's very anxious when it comes to PDA, at least at first

But once he gets used to it, and by that I mean used to the feeling of being loved, then he will slowly start warming up to and even asking for it

When it comes to sex, he can be even more bashful and awkward about it

He mostly whimpers and whines and it's not super loud, but if it does get to that point he's very self aware and scared of others hearing him, so he covers his mouth right away

I think he'd be most compatible with a more gentle top

He can't handle very heavy scenes and I can't imagine him having a very active libido

He has sex to express love and passion, not just for a quick fling that doesn't mean anything

Outside of the bedroom, he's very quiet about what goes on in there

Dazai likes to tease him about it and you love how his pale complexion turns into a pretty shade of red

Dazai

Oh this man is OBNOXIOUS

He's the type of sub that makes you wanna fuck him so hard he actually shuts the fuck up for a second

One of the brattiest of the bunch, for some reason has to turn anything and everything into a game of cat and mouse

Also one of the horniest, believe me you'll be drained DRY after like a week or so

This man's libido is UNMATCHED

He may be taller than you, smarter than you, and possibly stronger than you when it comes to his ability,

But in every other way you are in charge And some part of him always wants to challenge that

Loves to be paraded around like a showdog (but prefers the term "trophy wife")

He's a little princess and always gets what he wants

I think he'd fit best with a dom who could handle his.....special traits

He needs someone who won't get tired of him so quickly and leave, just like everyone else in his life did

But he also needs someone to put him in his place from time to time

Dealing with dazai isn't for the faint of heart, anyone who's done it before knows that

So maybe if you're strong enough, smart enough, and a little bit delusional and crazy, you could have this cute little former mafioso wrapped around your finger like a worm on a string <3

Fyodor

Tbh this one's the whole reason why I made this post in the first place😆

This one's also a little....different...from the others

And by that I mean he's worse

His brattiness doesn't come in the form of disobeying orders or having a fit in front of your friends

No, this one will purposefully pick you apart psychologically

Trying to get this man to behave will require a labyrinth of words, a battle of the minds

He needs someone who can challenge him, because if they don't, he wouldn't bother to be submissive towards them at all, they don't deserve it.

He's one half sickly and one half pride, so taking care of him isn't gonna be easy

Of course you'd have to know going in that Fyodor's self care is abysmal and as his dom you'd have to take responsibility for his health

Taking care of his pills, his diet, making sure he eats and sleeps on time, gets enough rest, drinks enough water, exercises, that's all on you from now on

But you do it cause you love him

Sometimes he'll be bratty and arrogant enough to take you for granted, and would snap at you and tell you he doesn't need someone to baby him when you just were trying to help

But after enough time, he'll realize he was wrong, and as his health depletes, he'll slowly start to inch towards you, asking for your help

You would make sure it gets to the point where he'd have to beg. Make him realize what it's truly like to not have you "distracting" him with your care and concern

And eventually, if he's put up a pathetic enough display for you, you'll hold him in your arms, warm chest comforting him as he leans his head and torso on it

You'll watch how he shivers each time he takes a breath, his eyes are glassy and staring at nothing, his hair is drowning in grease, and it's obvious he hadn't showered in days, but you don't mind

All of this means he's vulnerable, which means he's weak, which means he's malleable.

Malleable enough for you to mold into whatever you please.

Because the only person who could dominate the demon Fyodor is someone who could become the demon Fyodor.

Whether he knew it or not, you were just as sinister as he was, possibly even more.

And every breath he took was another foolish step into your web, a plan you had conducted just for him

So he can be as proud and smug as he wants, but at the end of the day,

You are in control.

Chuuya

It's kind of hard for me to decipher what kind of sub he'd be to be honest

I want to say he'd be a brat but that term doesn't seem to describe him exactly

Sure, he's got a lot of pride, so getting him to submit to you or even to simply let you take the wheel will be difficult.

He's too stuck in his old habits, too used to having to take care of everything, so being taken care of for a change will be a new feeling to him.

He's also scared to love you, scared to let himself bring another person into his heart, afraid of instead accidentally luring you to your death as he had done with so many others.

No, he's not ready to lose another person. Not again.

He's grown to see his love for others as a trap, a ploy, a misfortune. It was like a prophecy for someone's death.

But you, you were different from the rest.

You were strong. Strong enough to protect yourself, strong enough to stand your ground. In fact, you could probably even protect the gravity manipulator Chuuya Nakahara himself.

It took a long time for him to be ready. Ready to open himself up for you. But you let him take his time. You let him think things through. And despite everything, you were there.

You both sprouted a relationship neither of you thought you could do before

And the sex wasn't just sex to you two, no, it could be a distraction, a vacation, an escape, a break, an apology, you name it.

Sex would be a big part of you guys' relationship

I like to think that Chuuya is a lot hornier than he says he is, and also a lot more submissive

Learning that he was a sub was surprising for you, especially because of, well, everything about him

But that was cool for you, as you were vers, and you had to admit you loved the way he screamed and cried under you.

The look in his eyes, the blush in his cheeks, the spit dripping from the corners of his mouth, even the small wounds he had gotten from biting his lips so hard to keep in a moan was adorable

Fucking in his penthouse was great because he had red lighting in almost every room, giving it a sexy, moody vibe.

It also reminded him of his place. He may be rich, he may be a mafia executive, and he may have a couple dozen people under his command, but no matter where or what he is, he will always be a pathetic little whore for you.

You fuck him in his room to remind him his riches mean nothing. He means nothing. All he is is a slut, and he must be reminded of that.

I think he'd be best compatible with a quieter personality to counter his loud one, but I think that loud, brash personality is most present around Dazai. Though he can have a little bit of a temper from time to time, even around you

He needs someone who doesn't care about status or ranks, Port mafia executive or not, you'll fuck him like there's no tomorrow and once you're done he'll be clinging to you like a lost little dog.

Ranpo

Brat. Brat Brat Brat. NOTHING about this boy is topping.

I mean, I do see him as a switch, but in this case, he's the brattiest brat to ever brat.

Will require you give him sweets and cold drinks whenever he asks, will make you drive him places, teach him things and even fuck him when he's too lazy to do the fucking.

He'll be obnoxious all day and then look at you like he's done nothing wrong his whole life. Spoiled little shit.

He's exactly the type of sub you would fuck into submission until you hear a sorry or any sort of appropriate apology.

He likes to be fucked lying down, sometimes sitting and leaning against something, but sometimes you'll force him to sit on you and ride you up and down even though you know he hates it. You'll never hear the end of it from him, though.

He likes to be fucked while eating, too. You'll fuck him from behind with a hand out and spoonfeeding him cake, and the rapid shaking of your bodies and the table he's up against will leave traces of cake all over his chin and cheeks. He doesn't know if he wants cake or if he wants you to eat his cake. Either way, he wants and needs you bad.

I think he'd be best fit with a top who would usually just give in to all his demands and would be patient with his bratty personality, but knows when it's been taken too far. You'd be calm and gentle with him, but come nighttime, you're a beast in bed, making sure he makes up for everything he did in the office that day.

He's not the type to apologize I don't think, he'd definitely beg if it's gotten too much for him but an apology? That's asking too much. Just take the moans and cries and leave.

However, right afterwards he'd go back to his usual bratty self no matter how bad the punishment was. In couldn't have been that harsh anyway, as you could never say no to Ranpo's cute face.

Akutagawa

When I say this man is a Virgin I mean he's a VIRGIN VIRGIN.

As in as virgin as the virgin mother mary

He hadn't even had time for sex before you came along.

You taught him everything, even things about his own body that he didn't even know. Like how he doesn't like the feeling of frotting because he doesn't like how another man's dick is on his own. Or how he likes when you pump his cock slowly, especially since he's so new to the game that he couldn't handle more even if he tried. Poor boy😔

He finds it odd, the feeling of being pampered. Being provided with food everyday, a warm place to live, constant affection, he didn't know what to do with it. It was as if he was an alien studying earth and experiencing the most mundane things for the first time.

And the weirdest thing about it was, he liked it. He liked the feeling of being taken care of, being provided for and pampered, and it was odd. He wasn't sure if he even deserved such wonderful feelings.

When it comes to sex, you better believe this man's got some weird shame thing related to sex

He sees it as a filthy task that he, unfortunately, likes to partake in.

He's ashamed even bringing it up, let alone asking for it.

But once you get the memo you take action and calmly and gently take care of him

Akutagawa's been used to violence, been used to screams of pain and agony, but this? It's soft. It's sweet. It's tender. He's not used to it but part of him wants to be. He's never been so happy in his life.

He's not the type to whine and whimper so much like Atsushi, instead he'll let out a low grunt here and there and maybe throw in a moan somewhere too.

He's into the wildest things, most of which involving your ability with his. It's probably some weird psychological thing where he's associated his ability strength = worth thing to the bedroom which......isn't healthy.

But once you're done his sickly little body is spent, his already damaged lungs trying desperately to keep moving. You hold him over your shoulder, as being carried bridal style would mess with his pride. Arm wrapped around your shoulder and tugging at you inner arm, he leans into you the way he's never done for anyone before.

He feels odd now, as if he's just discovered something new. Learning and even participating in sex has left him with many questions, that hopefully you could answer.

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ssailormoonn · 4 months

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CAMERA'S | Light Yagami

MASTERLIST ┊death note master list

WC; 1.9k┊!MDNI! ┊TW; NSFW, voyeurism? exhibition? piv, fingering, begging, praise, degradation. dom!light x sub!reader

REQUEST; While the Yagami's are still under the suspicion, with all da surveillance cameras and voice bugs, Light wants to put on display his pretty little girlfriend. Having his girlfriend hopeless underneath him as L watches through the camera 😏😏😏 anon (a/n; this request had me spasming in joy)

"Hey {Y/N}! Light never mentioned you were dropping by," Sayu exclaims, her eyes brightening as she spots me, opening the door for me.

"Just felt like stopping by," I reply, setting down the bag of groceries I brought, slipping off my shoes and neatly placing them on the rack. "Didn't want to show up empty-handed, so I grabbed Sachiko's favorite dessert on the way."

"Honestly, you could come with nothing, and Mom would still be thrilled to see you," Sayu remarks, joining me in unloading the small haul of groceries.

"That's quite the compliment," I respond, a blush spreading across my cheeks as I bring a fisted hand up to my mouth shyly.

"Oh, for sure," Sayu says, casually opening a bag of chips from the groceries. "Mom can't stop talking about you."

"I hope it's not too annoying," I apologize bashfully.

"Nah, it's cool. I actually like you, so it's all good," Sayu replies with a playful grin.

I chuckle at her response, the warmth in the air accentuating the fondness I feel for Light's younger sister. Despite the five-year age gap between us, I've grown to love our conversations. Whether it's lending a hand with Sayu's quadratic homework when Light is immersed in his studies or casually steering our talks toward the latest gossip, spending time with her always feels refreshing.

"If you ever need help with anything, Sayu, just give me a call," I say, brushing my hands off on my skirt. "Knowing Light, he's probably occupied with who knows what."

"Sure thing!"

The Yagami residence is quite lovely, and I always find joy in being here. Yet, the main reason I frequent this place is to spend time with Light. My mother tends to embarrass me when Light visits our home, so I've found it more convenient to come over to his place.

"Light," I call out, knocking twice on his door. My eyebrows furrow when I receive no reply.

"Light?" I say, cautiously pushing open his door. My head tilts at the peculiar sight before me – he's slouched in the chair, study books scattered across the desk. His head leans over the back of the chair, a clear sign of exhaustion.

He must be completely drained.

"Oh, darling," I say with concern, placing my handbag down beside his bed. Walking over to where he sits, I gently cup his face and plant a soft kiss on his forehead. Turning around, I start cleaning up the clutter on his desk, gathering his criminal justice and criminal psychology textbooks.

Suddenly, cold arms wrap around my waist, causing me to jump slightly in fright before realising it is Light. I look down at his arms, tilting my head in confusion at his unexpected gesture. "Are you okay?" I ask.

"Can you do something for me?" Light inquires, deflecting my question and replacing it with one of his own.

"Oh? That's why clinging on to me," I say with a smile rising onto my face.

A fleeting moment unfolds, and I sense Light's back leaning against mine, his presence towering over me. The edge of the desk presses against my body, and a soft shiver runs down my spine as I feel his warm breath gently grazing the side of my neck.

Deliberately slowing down my breathing, I'm cautious not to inhale too quickly, wanting to savor the subtle intimacy without overwhelming the moment. "What is it? I mean, what do you need from me?" I reply, feeling my cheeks grow warmer.

"I feel like some apples, could you get some for me?" Light questions.

"What? I just got here, you couldn't have called me?" I reply, turning around in his hold to face him, a hint of confusion in my expression.

"There's something else that I need you to do for me," he says, and I swallow the lump in my throat.

"What do you need?"

His face gently inches closer to mine, and I feel the soft brush of his lips against my own. Light's hand moves with purpose, cupping the back of my neck, and my eyes flutter shut in contentment as the warmth of his touch envelops me.

The hand that was previously cradling my head shifts its position, tilting my chin upward, and I feel a flutter in my stomach. Light's head lowers, and his warm breath caresses the shell of my neck, sending a wave of heat throughout my body. The moment lingers, leaving an electrifying sensation in its wake.

As Light's lips linger on mine, his hand delicately cups the back of my neck, creating a sensation of warmth that sends a shiver down my spine. His lips press once again against mine. The rhythmic dance of our tongues takes me by surprise, and I find myself lost in the tender exchange. Breaking away from the unexpected intensity, I bury my head into the comforting embrace of Light's shoulder. My fingers tighten their grip on the fabric of his shoulders, grounding me in the moment.

With a gentle touch, Light guides my head, tilting my chin upward. As my eyes meet his, a subtle flutter in my stomach intensifies. His head lowers to the side of mine, and I'm enveloped in the intoxicating warmth of his breath against the sensitive skin of my neck. A wave of heat courses through my body, and I revel in the electrifying connection between us.

His fingers trail down my spine, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. Light's lips find mine again, a tender kiss that deepens the connection between us. The room seems to fade away as we become immersed in this shared intimacy. My hands find their way to the small of his back, fingers tracing gentle patterns, and I savor the closeness that lingers between us.

Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against his, our breaths intertwining in a silent exchange. Light's gaze meets mine, filled with a warmth that mirrors the emotions coursing through me. The air is charged with an unspoken understanding, and as his thumb brushes against my cheek, I feel a sense of connection that goes beyond words.

Light lowers his head, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. "There are cameras and voice taps in my room because I'm a suspect," he whispers, his words barely audible. "I think we should put on a show."

A hint of amusement colors my response as I retort, "If you're that desperate, then go get protection yourself, along with your apples." I roll my eyes sarcastically, feeling the subtle smirk against my skin.

It's clear what Light is asking of me—to play along, say something to divert attention, and maintain the façade for the members of the task force monitoring his every move. The weight of our unspoken understanding hangs in the air as I navigate the delicate dance of secrecy and shared intentions.

I move myself away from the desk and Light follows my movements, maintaining his hold on my hips as I move backwards towards the comfort of his bed. The back of my legs his the base board of the bed and causing my knees to bend, sit down at the edge of the bed.

I gracefully ease away from the desk, and Light, with a subtle determination, follows my movements. His firm grip on my hips remains, a reassuring presence as I navigate the room. Slowly, deliberately, I move backward, guiding us both towards the inviting comfort of his bed.

The back of my legs meet the solid baseboard of the bed, causing my knees to bend in response. With a gentle descent, I settle down at the edge of the bed, the mattress cradling my weight as I feel the warmth of Light's presence infront of me.

I retreat backward on the bed, and Light gracefully follows suit. As he unbuttons his shirt, a quiet anticipation lingers in the air. With a subtle sensuality, I slip off my black and white milkmaid shirt over my shoulders, revealing the delicate silhouette beneath and leaving me in my bra.

Light's hand embarks on a leisurely journey, trailing up my hips and waist, while the other holds my thigh flush against the side of his body. The room is filled with a charged atmosphere as we navigate the unspoken performance.

Light descends, capturing my lips once more in a fervent kiss. I gasp, taken aback by the intensity of the action, my back arching in anticipation as the electrifying connection between us deepens. The room seems to shrink, as he unclips my bra and drags the feverent material off my breasts.

As his fingers lightly tease the skin above my collarbone, a feeling of uncertainty creeps over me, L and the taskforce are going to be watching. Light's father and L.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.

I take a deep breath and respond, "I'm sure." My words are breathy and barely audible as my body trembles in response to his touch. "I'll do anything for you," I say sighing into his mouth as he brings his lips to mine again.

"I know you would," He whispers, taking his hand off my thigh, only to drag his two middle fingers down my covered slit making jerk and a whimper leave my mouth.

My skirt was still adorned on my body, along with my underwear, it wasn't even a moment later when Light tugged free my panties, placing them in an unknown spot. Not even a moment was wasted when Light teased my clit with the pad of his thumb and my legs trumbled at the simple touch casuing him to smirk at the skin of my neck, leaving a hikey in it's wake.

Two fingers imedietly slipped within my heat and started to curl at my gummy spot and I hoplessly moan as my arms wrapped around Lights neck, almost as if that would help relief some of the pleasure.

"Found it already, have I?" Light comments while slowly thrusting his fingers in and out my soaked hole, slowly curling his fingers into my gummy walls everytime my entered again.

"Please, Light," I moan as pleasure sears through every nerve in my body, forgeting about the cameras and voice taps.

"Please, what?"

"'M need you," I whimper out as he maintains that slow, aching pace, curling his long fingers at the right time to hit that one spot that made me feel so, so good. But, despite him knowing this he continues to do this slowly, making sure each one of my moans and whimpers gets dent thorugh the cameras and voice taps.

"Sorry, darling, but this is all you're going to get," Light says, almost mocking me for how pathetic and fucked out I already look. "And look, you're doing so well for me," Light whispers in my ear, nipping at the flesh making another string of whimpers leave my lips.

"More," I choke out and I felt another smirk rise agaisnt his lips.

"You're such a dirty girl," Light breaths hotly agasint my ear, refering to the task force watching us and stilll wanting to have more from Light.

"Jus' want you to go f-faster," I say holding back the moan when he curls his fingers once more. "Such a dirty girl," Light degrades and complys with my request and picks up the pase causes the knot in my stomach to grow.

"Please, please, pleasee," I chant over and over again, asking for the release of the orgassm that has a deadly threat layign over my body, "Ngh, L-Light, please."

"Fine, let go," Light commands and a moan of his name leaves my throat, my back arches into his chest and his arm slips around my waist holding me close to him. Light descends to kiss my once more, letting the warmth of the kiss linger when he pulls away.

Do not steal, copy, modify, etc Reblogs and likes are appreciated requests are still open :)

sorry, this is shorter than what I usually write :(

tell me if any of u want the L's pov of the situation (the task forces pov)

#light smut #light yagami smut #death note smut #death note x reader #yagami light smut #light deathn note

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s0lam33y · 8 months

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riri williams hcs

she loves reading, she’s always ready some psychology book and she always lets you lay in her arms while she’s reading. [she lights candles in her room while she reads too]

her garage is your second home, she lets you have your own little area and you always watch her work from there.

Scenario 1:

you sit next to her as you watch her work, holding a wrench in hand and waiting for her to command you to hand it over. She can’t see you since she’s beneath a car but you can definitely see her. Her toned arms and her abs peeking because her shirt is lifting up.

You glance at your little corner of the garage, there’s a little mini fridge, a small carpet with a bean bag on top.

“Gimme me the wrench, ma,” She orders and you do. But she pauses briefly as it disappears under the car along with her hand.

“Wrong size, baby,” She chuckles as she slides out and stands up.

Her arm secured around your waist and she kisses your shoulder.

“If you really wanna help me out, go sit there and look pretty f’me, I’ll see you on my break.” She says while watching you roll your eyes.

she’s always laying in a bean bag in the garage.

she loves herself an oversized suit but doesn’t really mind wearing a dress. [she owns so many sets of grills it’s insane]

she loves putting her thumbs in the dimple of your backs, and rubbing up on your thighs.

she loves watching criminal minds.

You always find her taking a bath when you walk into her dorm. Always. And she’s always scrolling through her phone.

when the two of you go to Chicago, she’s always in a white shirt and some overalls because she’s fixing cars for extra cash.

Walks around your or her dorm in baggy sweats with the band of her boxers showing and a sports bra at all times.

She’s a gym rat….I need to be put down

doesn’t matter of small or big you are, she can pick you up and doesn’t mind it either.

Her style is immaculate and consists of cargo pants, shorts paired with either tight shirts/ crop Tops or loose tops, whichever fits the weather. She always has the best shoes and buys you any pair you want.

She’s rather sleep than go out and when her friends ask her to hang out, she begs you to say y’all got plans.

She loves to lay her head on your thighs and lap. Or your chest, whichever you’re in the mood for.

She always massages you, whether it’s a simple rubbing of your thighs or her straddling your back while you watch your favorite show.

Scenario 2:

Riri’s hands work into your back as you continue to watch T.V. You can feel her eyes on the screen and you look back only to find her wide eyes glued to the screen. Her hands pause as she continues to watch and you ache for her to continue.

“Sorry, baby,” She grins.

She’s always driving you around, whether it’s five minutes away or five hours away.

When she plays her video games, she puts it down when you come in and pisses all her friends off because they’re mid-game.

“Yo, ri, man, c’mon, get the girl later! We’re close!” One of Riri’s friends groans over her headphones.

You had walked past her in shorts and she had grabbed you before you had a chance to get any further.

Now you’re straddling her and her hands are on your ass like there’s no tomorrow.

“Nah, the game can wait, I’ll come back tomorrow.” She says, cutting them off as she slides her headphones and tosses them God knows where while lifting you up.

She doesn’t like showers together, she’d much rather have a bath with you. But she won’t bathe till she showers.

She’s not a FaceTime girl because of how packed her schedule can be, she’s rather text than anything else. So when you miss her, you’ll have to settle for texting.

She’s made you your own gauntlet before and it shoots out bubbles because she don’t trust yo ass to actual firearms.

50 % of y’all’s hangouts are in her dorm room that’s basically yours because of how often you come by.

On your birthday, She rewrites your cards over and over because she’s not the best with putting how she feels on paper.

She’s all about grand gestures since she ain’t good with her words. She’ll take you to a field of flowers, a high-end restaurant, she’s done ridiculous shit like pull up yo your house with a boombox as an apology.

Her favorite show is insecure, idk I feel like she’d love that show.

She’s always telling you she loves you.

A/n: Ive been too drained to write a full length story for x reader and shuriri, please enjoy this in the mean time!

#black panther #riri williams #riri x reader #riri williams x reader #ironheart #ironheart x reader

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sleepyboywrites · 8 months

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Hey there, do you wanna do yandere headcannons for the creepypasta characters? (Specifically Trans or Cis Male Reader) whichever once you want, I did it with the TF2 characters and it was tons of fun

Hey! I hope it's okay if I just do an in general Male Reader because I don't like to use specifics unless it's necessary, like for trans/cis exclusive experiences ie: dysphoria/euphoria, overly descriptive nsfw if I ever end up doing something like that, and/or things like periods which cis men don't experience to allow more people to relate. In short I just don't want any male readers to feel excluded if it's not an exclusive experience if that makes any sense.

Also I apologize for not posting in a bit and taking so long to respond to this turns out I have too many thoughts about this particular prompt actually so this will probably turn into individual series/posts after this one

Yandere! Creepypasta x Male!Reader.

Tw: yandere behaviors kidnapping, murder, physical or psychological abuse, slightly spicy? for a couple Idk, it's nothing descriptive just mentions of a perverted mind and could possibly be interpreted in that way

Eyeless Jack

• obsession obsession obsession. Beastlike has things he stole from you in a nest. Kills people who interact with you. Almost wolf-like if I had to put a fine point to it.

• At first it's just people who were mean to you, hurt you, or made you feel badly about yourself because surely a boy like yourself would praise him for being so helpful to you, right?

• Then it's anyone who gets too close or appears to like you romantically.

• Then it's anyone you spend too much time with which interferes with time meant for him.

• He's delusional, but in the practical sense.

• Think, "I'm doing this to protect him" , "Those people would hurt him eventually", "He's not safe on his own, he needs me to look over him." "The outside world will tear him apart."

• Stalks you 24/7. You are never without eyes on you but you also don't have a clue he's watching at first.

• After all he only steals things you haven't worn in months or you could chock up to misplacing.

• And he's a hunter so he specializes in stalking whether for food or in personal matters.

• You won't know he's there until it's too late.

• He'll make his move to kidnap you once you've essentially isolated yourself out of fear to those around you dying. He'll treat you gently during his kidnapping.

• Using his medical knowledge he'd give you anesthesia as you sleep and take you home.

• May remove an organ or two as souvenirs, treats if you will to add to his nest.

• Once you are in his possession he will add you to his nest and you'll wake up pressed firmly into his chest as he mumbles incoherently.

•If you ever try to leave he will make you pliant in anyway he can think of. He's not above physically harming you if that makes it so you can't leave him. He worked so hard to retrieve his mate and he won't lose you even if he has to hurt you or you end up hating him but you will stay.

Ben Drowned

• A lot like EJ he's also always watching difference is you are always overly aware of his presence.

• He wants you to know that he's watching. He wants you to interact with him. Even if that interaction is you yelling at him and begging him to leave you alone.

• He is 100% playing some sort of sick game with you that he knows you'll lose. Think you'll develop Stockholm syndrome before he even kidnaps you.

• If he ever leaves you alone for a few days you'd find yourself missing the teasing remarks and add ons normally added as you went about your day.

• All due to his tendency to drive people insane of which you are not immune but the trail of your insanity leading directly to his arms.

• He knows this and is overly cocky about it both to your face and to others. Think, "oh poor you, you love me, what an unfortunate situation." To your face the first time you fall asleep around him with a stupid sick grin or "I'm going to kill you and he's going to come to me for comfort and protection when he finds out." when talking to someone he's deemed bad for you.

• He wouldn't go on a murder spree without a trigger but then like Jack that'll devolve into killing anyone he disapproves of which is everyone else.

• He has a general distaste and distrust of people due to the nature of his creation and will find an excuse to kill anyone around you should his murderous intent be triggered which can happen in three different ways you're constantly distraught by someone, you start ignoring him to be around someone else, or you've failed to keep him entertained so he needed a more entertaining situation.

• Possesive with a capital P, if he does not know your precise location or have you within arms reach at any given moment he will lose it.

• Clingy but veiled with indifference. He'll act as if he doesn't care but insist on keeping some kind of contact at all times. Once he physically has you this would be physical contact and before hand just following you everywhere saying he doesn't have anything better to do.

• Will use psychological and emotionally harmful methods to keep you in line if you ever try to reject him or his advances but claims won't hurt you physically in anyway.

• His vice grip on you reveals otherwise though. Enough so to encourage you to go along with him.

Laughing Jack

• I feel he'd court you in cat-like ways. If you've been in his box more extravagant shows with him as the lead, carrying you around places. (Being weary to let you leave until he eventually stops letting you leave.

•Leaving you gifts that go from sweet to scary really fast. Think your favorite treats and then your loved ones' hearts carved from their chests so you never have to leave him again.

• He's the king of being delulu and reacts poorly to ungratefulness so do try your best not to scream or hit him when instead of cotton candy he has a loved one's head on a stick.

• You can try to gently coerce him to stop killing your loved ones in order to isolate you and making you stay forever/to let you go. But he'll say "you're being silly" and "here is where you belong you goofball of a boy. " covered in your loved ones blood as he ruffles your hair.

•The accidentally kill you for being ungrateful/not accept him and keep your corpse like your still alive type.

•Keep it lighthearted and the Jester is your friend. If you don't and mention troubles he'll fix them violently.

• Is constantly coddling and cuddling you.

• Since he was once a guardian angel and he believes his murdering of ungrateful children is God's work, he sees you as a present for all his good work.

• Like a child being gifted a puppy on Christmas.

• Bone crushing hugs and grips that bruise your skin and make it so it hurts to move but he acts like he didn't mean to and gets moody if you push him away or say he's hurting you.

• It's an act though, he likes seeing you squirm in pain and the expressions you make trying not to cry when he holds you.

• He thinks it's cute. He thinks you're cute when you're in pain.

• On a lighter note, he 100% is the type of clingy to hold your sleeve going places or to poke you (mostly) lightly in order to get your attention.

Homicidal Liu

•The softest in this lineup.

• I believe the term is dormant Yandere? Yeah. It is, because you wouldn't guess something is off until something starts getting between the two of you.

• You remind him of before his traumas, whether that be you look like someone who was kind to him before or upon first meeting you were genuine, honest, and kind. You make him feel safe and calm or as calm as Sully gets and he's never letting you leave him.

• He'd incorporate himself into your life truly getting close to you. Like this is months if not years long in the making. He becomes the closest person to you in your inner circle and you're the same for him. He plays the long game.

• You guys live together and you probably already like him the same way he likes you but both of you are too awkward to talk about it and Sully has been forbidden to say anything or Liu threatened to take his meds. Or you guys are in a long-term committed relationship already.

• Protective, possessive, and obsessive but fairly level headed. He is aware of the reality of the situation. Ie: his possessiveness is giving you his clothes and repetitive thoughts of "mine" during times of physical contact or seeing you in his clothes and needing texts or where you are, why you left, and when you plan on being back as well as if anything changes. He obsesses over your likes, dislikes, mannerisms, emotional cues, and interests so he essentially knows you even better than you do. Protective being watching over you as you sleep in situations where it's acceptable to do so and setting up security systems for the house.

•More likely to grab your arm or hug your knees and sob "please don't leave me" than he is to ever hurt you. The most agressive he gets is when Sully is fronting but even then the likelihood of him hurting you above holding you a bit too tight is 5% and reserved for extremely specific occasions which virtually don't happen. Ie: you find out he's a murderer and react too poorly in a way he didn't expect, you leave him cold turkey, you treat him poorly

• Clingy always needs some kind of contact most of the time this equates to holding hands/pinkies in public and ensuring the two of you are essentially attached at the hip. Though because he's entered your inner circle you just think it's because you two are close and that's the product of your closeness.

• His hunting turns into stalking and killing those who've been bugging you and you've talked poorly about whenever he feels his bloodlust bubbling over.

•'Cause if he kills people you've said that you wished would die or that you hate you'll be able to forgive or even praise him right?

• Unlikely to kidnap you unless he gets caught/found out then he'll probably relocate the two of you but he'd rather talk to you about it beforehand so it'd be a last minute emergency type thing. Or if you spend too much time away from him.

Jeff the Killer

• Doesn't play games of any kind. He'll observe you just long enough to learn about you, your schedule, who all knows you, and how frequently they check in. Then he'll remove obstacles and he'll just just take you.

• Impatient and the shortest fuse known to man.

• He's not afraid to hurt you in fact he enjoys it so the more perverted side of him wants you to push him and his expectations.

• The chain you up in a basement type

•He'll kill anyone involved with your life so when you beg him to let you go with tears in your eyes saying you have people waiting for you he can tell you with certainty that you don't. Not anymore. Laughing as he tells you and stroking/tugging at your hair.

• Degrading and mean to the point where you can't tell if he hates you or not. Uses pet names in a derogatory way as well.

• Pretty distant and cold even after you warm up to him and he lets you wander around a contained and highly surveillanced area, though it's probably just the torture basement he chained you up in to begin with.

•Most affection you'd get is a pat on the head or shoulder.

•Any other form of affection wouldn't really feel like affection.

•Wants to break you into a mindless doll essentially for him to love, use, and abuse. But the breaking you into it is very important to him.

• Will torture you severely for any mishap.

•The only way you can tell he's attracted to you beyond physically, is if he goes too far with the torture, when he's patching you up, or when he brings you something you like/he likes.

•Though he talks to you sweetly sometimes after you pass out and/or are slipping into unconsciousness. "You were made for me, sweet boy." "So good for me." It wigs you out though.

•you will feel like you live on eggshells as try your best to accommodate to him.

• you are most likely to go insane and learn to crave his mistreatment.

Ticci-Toby

• Delusional. He is convinced you and him are in love and have the white picket fence dream. Complete with a German Shepherd and two adopted kids.

• And because of the way his brain is scrambled once he starts thinking about you regularly he can no longer tell what really happened or what was a daydream.

• Hopefully he has a good enough grip on reality to have actually interacted with you before his delusions convince him that you need to be with him at all times and he kidnaps you.

• 'Cause if not he's going to be really confused as to why his boyfriend who told him this is what he wanted is freaking out to the point of needing restrained. You'll hurt his feelings and he'll probably successfully gaslight you into believing his delusions himself.

• Also the lock you up type but more in the paranoid of others stealing you from him way, so if it's not together you aren't going.

• Like Jeff he allows you to roam around a highly surveillanced and locked up area but unlike Jeff it's an actual house and not a basement.

• He will hole up with you for weeks until duty calls or the house runs out of supplies

• Very "I love him I love him I love him I love him" coded and needs you to be just as enthusiastic.

•The hurt you on accident and profusely apologize immediately after but loves how you look when you cry and tremble as he patches you up type.

• Think someone telling him something that insinuated his affections towards you didn't count so he grabs your arm and squeezes it as you try walking away, asking "Toby... you're hurting me." He says wide-eyed struggling for only a moment as his kidnapper/partner tightens his grip with steel cold eyes. "Tell me it counts. It counted right?" (may or may not be my first ex-core as in my experience based)

•He feels really guilty about it too and periodically he will be crying into your lap forcing you to comfort him after an outburst because he feels just like his dad and he hates it.

Tim/Masky

• Much like Homicidal Liu and Hoodie he is actively incorporating you into his life. Difference is he's trying to manipulate you into thinking he's the only one you can trust.

• Uses the White Knight Method, which in case you're unfamiliar is a highly efficient manipulation technique in which they solve your problems while unbeknownst to you being the source of said problems until you become obsessed with or fall in love with the "knight" protecting you.

• If you feel like someone is watching you, he's toying with you. In fact he'll probably show up shortly after from the opposite direction of where you think watching is coming from and ask you if you're okay. Revelling in the look of fear on your face as you gush to him about what's bothering you and promising to protect you as he walks you home.

•He'll sabotage your relationships by making you think that they're the ones who've been leaving disturbing gifts on your doorstep/trying to hurt you.

• It's very much so a game to him and you're the prize.

• He's the type to want to see every emotion you have to offer.

• He's also the likes when you smile and likes when you cry more type

• But his need for you to need him and seek him out basically nukes the previous headcannon and makes it so he settles for comforting you when as far as you know something/someone else made you cry.

•Essentially by the time he's done with you, you'd beg to never leave his side, for him to keep you close and keep you safe but you don't have to because that's right where he wants you.

Brian/Hoodie

• Stalker alert! He's watching you sleep and following you everywhere

•Also uses the White Knight method but he uses what would have been a one time scary occurrence and uses that occurrence as a scapegoat to make more situations/scenarios which isolate you and bring you closer to him.

• In fact, his protection is a gateway to you, his foot in the door.

•It starts with him stepping in when things get scary then you see him somewhere you frequent and you talk to him or he talks to you and numbers are exchanged.

• After of which you are his clearly. Obviously, you just don't know it yet.

• Then he starts staging more scary, making your loved ones hurt you/turn on you/are the culprit in a scary situation until he's all you have. Until you need him.

• Mans has hidden cameras all over your house.

•You know where most of them are after all it was his idea, he said it was for your protection. What you didn't account for is all the hidden cameras in the gifts he's got you.

• He's the quiet, doting, infantilizing type.

• As in he genuinely believes you are too small, weak, and pure to know any of his intentions and he treats you as if you have no clue about anything always. Babies you constantly at a gradually increasing weight until it's suffocating.

• He wants to lock you up and protect you.

• Gaslighting king, if you catch on or try to leave him he will gaslight you into staying.

• Think "Baby boy what are you even talking about everything I've done was for your protection and your protection alone. There's no secret cameras you don't know about you're being silly." Or "Sweet boy, I've never done anything you didn't want or need. I'm very intuned to your needs and you need me. You need to be protected, you aren't safe unless I'm near."

• So genuinely and heartfeltly said that you'd clearly be the bad guy for even thinking like that and with how deep he has you you'd believe him too.

#ben drowned #brian hoodie #eyeless jack #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #laughing jack #ticci toby #tim masky #creepypasta x male reader #these are all in general headcannons but i do believe there's a best case scenario for each should you guys be interested :)#yandere creepypasta x male reader #as always #suggestions are welcome #also definitely goinng to write about these characters individually in the near future

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helpallthenamesaretakenblog · 3 months

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E👏P👏I👏S👏O👏D👏E SEVENNNN

We just started off with percy walking his way into crusty’s place like woah hold there buddy we’re starting quickly

the set is so pretty and colourful why couldnt everything else be like them ahem ahem waterland cough cough

Why do they know everything already 😭they’re really taking out the middle school cluelessness out of everyone in this show and its making me mad sometimes

What do you MEAN he casually has an entrance to the underworld?

walker’s acting was rlly good in this ep btw

The whole bed scene was so anticlimactic and quick STOP

”youre lucky we let you keep your head on” YEAH WELL SO IS DISNEY

grover just walking in like is it over now?? DISNEY I BEG OF YOU LET GROVER DO SOMETHING

grover’s squeaky ball to calm himself down😭 🥺

Sally and percy angst was not on my bingo card but here we are

WHEN YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO KEEP HURTING EACH OTHER 😭😭

That transition was neat

wow what a well lit underworld dayum

its confirmed percy and annabeth watched that movie

“Only suckers wait in line” savage

rip ‘we drowned in a bathtub’ hello ‘everyone is dying to some extent’

i dont know if its just me but i feel like the jokes and the humour of the show was more aligned to its pjo adult fans, rather than the books, which rick included middle school humor because that was what the initial audience was. I mean removing the fun of the lotus casino and replacing it with a scene of percy driving a car (which is an activity adults do) and the dying on the inside is something only adults in their quarter life crisis complain about

Idk it doesnt feel like annabeth is scratching cerberus because she genuinely likes dogs, it feels like more of a strategical move which i am not the happiest about BECAUSE I WANT SOFT ANNABETH

squeak squeak

PERCY PULLING ANNABETH UP FROM A CLIFF

”excuse me” i love how professional she is

i read so many fanfics and theories on how the fourth pearl would go missing?? And grover lost it??? Thats it???

I hate that principal why are you taking something a 10 year old said and say he needs ‘psychological monitoring’?? Hon he drew a horsie with wings that he claimed he saw, he doesnt need to go to a psych ward or therapy or something

but imagine percy hearing this in the other room🥺

I feel like all of them have a reason to get rooted and stuff in asphodel but its apparently only annabeth so

not grover seeing two of his friends turning into trees🥺

Idk grover’s not that emotional at all about anything?? Hes supposed to be scared and on the verge of tears 24/7? Not aryans fault just the writers

ANNABETH STRESSING ON THE FACT THAT THEY NEED TO SAVE PERCYS MOM TOO 🥹

Percy rlly just said “periodt💅”

They really copy pasted hades from the musical why is no one talking about that?

walker’s acting>>>>>

why are you trying so hard to get rid of me 🥺

THE WHOLE SALLY AND POSEIDON SCENE 😭 NO SALLY U ARE NOT FAILING

I love the fact that percy’s still chilling there

I WAS ACTUALLY EXPECTING POSEIDON TO GO ACT AS A WAITER TO TALK TO PERCY LOLL

what do you mean they have to find the helm too???

why no one help grover up??

poseidons speech as percy gets up and looks at ares is peak cinema

#General thoughts: its not as cramped as i thought it would be thankfully #But still there was so much going on #percy jackson #rick riordan #pjo fandom #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #percy jackon and the olympians #percy and grover #percy pjo #percy series #percy and annabeth #annabeth #grover

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mgjong · 5 days

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With Kotoko getting the guilty verdict, I have seen some people speculating about this so I wanted to make a poll (it has probably been done before but please indulge me)

My own thoughts for each character under the cut

So, this is a little complicated. I would like to start by saying I find it very unlikely for her to come out of this unscathed. Could happen, but I feel like for narrative purposes they would want her to be hurt in some capacity. It could just be the psychological strain the voices will have on her but again, I don't think she will be "fine". Now for the characters and possible arguments.

Fuuta This one is hard. If you know Fuuta well, you know he doesn't actually like violence. Far from it, he is the kind of person who avoids it and is terrified of it. While his words come off as brash and aggressive that's usually all he has. However we have seen he WILL resort to it as a desperate effort, either to try and help someone or out of anger, to try to show he is not weak.

The impression Fuuta has given me is that he is, well, afraid of Kotoko to put it simply. And while he shows very clearly his dislike for her and what she did to him he seems to have mitigated most of that anger towards Es since at the end of the day the judgment was up to them. Would an innocent verdict lead him to believe he is now in the right to hurt her back? In my opinion, unlikely. By voting Kotoko guilty and him innocent this trial we have, in a way, admitted our mistake to him. Fuuta has felt immense guilt for what he has done from the start, at the end of his second voice drama he was begging for our forgiveness. And we gave it to him. I think it would be counterintuitive for him to then go and attack Kotoko after this. I would like to believe that he has learned his lesson in a sense.

However, we must keep in mind what I stated earlier. Fuuta CAN be violent and will resort to it, especially when he feels like he has something to prove or is backed into a corner, usually on an impulse. So maybe given the right conditions he could lash out against her. However that would depend way more on her attitude towards the others than anything else.

Lastly, and I think this is what makes his case complicated is the possibility of him being influenced by Amane and her religion. As we know, revenge and punishment are very present in Amane's cult values and with Fuuta seeming more and more indoctrinated each day, I am starting to wonder if those could have any influence on his actions, leading him to actually take revenge.

However, from the last 2 timelines he sounds very tired with the way he’s speaking, exhausted even, from both the psychological toll of everything plus the constant physical pain. He also went to both Mahiru and Haruka in an attempt to try and help them though one mistook it for just nice words and the other refused his help to which, due to his exhaustion, he quickly gave up and brushed it off. So I wouldn’t say he’d have the strength and energy to try something against Kotoko even if the cult “punishment” ideals got into his head. Considering he lashes out when he feels cornered I think he’d only feel the need to if Kotoko, somehow, was still a danger towards him and the others. And still, I don’t think he would be able to do much damage since he is canonically the weakest of the guys (and Kotoko) in terms of strength.

Shidou This one seems to be based a lot on Triage's lyrics of "To extract that fang'' and Shidou's and Kotoko's very apparent animosity for each other. Having said that, do I think Shidou could attack her? No... not really. First I think those lyrics are referencing his attempts to help the ones Kotoko hurt, to reverse the damage she did. And while I find his innocent percentage to be very worrying I don't think it will be manifested that way. If anything, Shidou has Kotoko to thank for giving him a purpose and reason to live (even when he dislikes her). Not to mention how violence is... simply not his style. Shidou has said it himself. And while he can be "cold" I don't think he would just go and attack Kotoko. Especially when he will have bigger issues to worry about in the form of a certain child.

Now, what I can see him doing is something more in the case if Kotoko were to get hurt by other means. He could deny her treatment and/or make sure she doesn't recover from her wounds. But again I don't really think he would do it. Shidou currently attributes his life purpose to saving the lives in front of him and we encouraged this mindset with his innocent verdict. I don't think he would want to lose a chance to be useful, even if that patient was someone he despised.

John Alright this one I have very specific thoughts on. (Mikoto fans, you are free to tell me I am wrong.) First, I know John isn't stupid. He values Mikoto's well-being above everything else, which was made very clear. He would NOT risk him getting another guilty verdict by attacking another prisoner, right? Maybe. Listen, I think this one is complicated and depends a lot on what Kotoko will do.

I don't think John would go out of his way to attack Kotoko. After all, we have given Mikoto the innocent verdict, he will be (I hope) way less stressed, giving John less reasons to front. With Kotoko being restrained due to her guilty she would also be less of a threat to Mikoto. However if something were to happen... If Kotoko were to get free and try to attack someone in a fit of rage over her verdict... Well, we know who is the person she currently despises the most. We also know John and Kotoko are tied in terms of strength but with Kotoko being impaired from the guilty verdict it's very obvious who would have the upper hand.

And here is the thing: if Kotoko were fighting someone like Kazui, I am sure he would stop her, but in a way that didn't cause her any further harm. Would John also do that? Or would John feel the need to make sure Kotoko couldn't be a threat to Mikoto anymore? After all, we seem to be on his side, we considered Kotoko guilty for her actions. Wouldn't John feel justified enough to do this, especially with Kotoko being the one to attack first? I don't know, I just fear something will happen with Mikoto. There is a reason 09 and 10 were added later, that being to provide more "drama" to the narrative. There is also this line from John on a tl saying he would "beat Kotoko at her own game" but I... really don't want to dwell on the implications of that. Especially because I do believe John is very genuine in his care for Mikoto. I mean cmon you guys have seen Double and listened to Neoplasm!

Kotoko Well I don't really have much to say here. We know how self destructive she is, we have seen how much she disregards her own emotions and her own pain. We have seen how much she actually hates herself. I wouldn't put it past her. Maybe not in a "I am guilty so I guess I'll hurt myself" way but more out of resignation and anger with her whole situation or even by making stupid decisions. For example, I don't think at this point she would fight back much if someone were to try and hurt her. I really don't have much more to say about this, it's Kotoko Yuzuriha.

Don't have much on the other prisoners, maybe in very specific conditions??? No clue, Yamanaka might surprise us who knows.

So what is my conclusion? The most likely case to me is that Kotoko hurts herself either directly or by making a very stupid decision like attacking someone she shouldn't.

What about you?

#sorry if some of this doesn't make sense I started well and then got a massive headache so couldn't even proof read #kotoko yuzuriha #fuuta kajiyama #shidou kirisaki #john milgram #milgram

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fangirlwriting-stories · 5 months

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How To Cross Lines You're Unaware Exist

Summary: A guide by Maddie and Jack Fenton.

Author's Note: I've written the obligatory vivisection fic! That means I get my fandom gold access card now, right?

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Danny isn’t sure how he actually made it back here, when he thinks about it. He can’t walk, and it would take too much energy to turn his tail back into two legs. He’s floating slowly and shakily down the street, only able to muster the energy to turn invisible whenever he sees someone coming. But when he looks up, he sees home— his house— Fenton Works— the only place he has to go right now. Jazz is home from college, there won’t be anyone in her dorm, and there’s no way he could get there anyway. Sam’s parents hate him too much for that to be an option. Tucker’s still away at Robotics camp for another week and he— he’s going to need someone to help him. It’s probably a good thing Jazz is home, in that light.

He musters whatever he can gather up and turns intangible, then pushes himself upwards off the nearest building, straining himself as much as he can bear, which is thankfully enough to get him up and through the wall to his bedroom. As soon as he makes it inside, he collapses, landing hard on the ground of his room with a loud crash. He hears a startled yelp from the bedroom down the hall, and then Jazz’s bedroom door opening.

“Danny?” she calls. “Is that you?”

Before Danny can call out some kind of answer, the sound of a car approaching comes from outside on the street, and a jolt of terror launches him across the room and locks his door. He slumps down against it, and lets out a couple pained whimpers. His chest does not like the decision he just made, though it was really an involuntary one.

The door slams open downstairs, and Danny hears his mother’s voice, frustrated and loud. He hunches over on himself, which his chest doesn’t like either.

—fire his chest is on fire and he’s screaming can’t they hear him screaming why won’t they STOP—

“Jazz? Danny?” his mother calls a second later. “We’re going out tonight! Can you both come down here for a second, please?”

Danny shoves his hands over his ears. No, no, no no no no.

—he’s long passed the point of being above begging, especially when the GIW brought them in, but they’re not stopping either and the begging is doing NOTHING why is the begging doing nothing they listen when he begs for pizza for dinner how is that more important than this—

“I don’t know if Danny’s home yet, Mom!” Jazz calls, and Danny can hear her moving down the hall and towards the steps.

“Wait, what? It’s almost midnight, Danny’s not home yet?” comes his father’s voice.

Jazz’s footsteps stop, and Danny hears two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs.

He’s pretty sure he knows what’s coming, so he gulps a couple heaps of air before, a second later, he hears a knock on his door.

“Danny, sweetie, are you in there?” his mom asks from the other side.

—“it really is impressive an impressive mimic,” Mom says, “the screams sound almost real”—

A gentle knock on the door. “Danny?”

“Y— Ye— Yeah Mom,” Danny manages, somehow. “I’m here.”

There’s a pause. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

—“and these organs look almost human,” scientific fascination is abundant in her voice, the same intrigue that’s there when Jazz explains something about psychology or Danny rants to her about the stars—

“I’m f-f-fine,” Danny forces out, biting down on the pained cry that’s trying to escape. “You s-said you were going out?”

“We were going to,” Mom says.

“The GIW helped us capture Phantom, but then it escaped,” Dad adds. “We were going to go after it, but are you sure you’re okay, Danno?”

—“Mads, cut a portion of that one off,” Dad says, with all the delight he has when asking for a second brownie. “The one that looks like a heart.” A sigh, like how he sounds when Mom says no. “And then we’ll have to sew it back up. Ghost or not, it’ll need time to heal if we want to examine it more.”—

“I’m fine,” Danny says through gritted teeth. “Go, go find him.”

“I can take care of Danny,” Jazz says quickly, and Danny can hear them shuffling towards the steps. Jazz must be pushing them that direction. “You shouldn’t leave a ghost to roam free, that could be dangerous!”

“Well, if you’re sure,” Mom says, sounding very much unsure herself. “But we’ll keep our phones on, okay? Call us if you need anything?”

—stitches pulling his chest back together, every part of him still on fire, he can feel his heart starting to grow a new valve—

“Of course,” Jazz says, and her voice is harder to hear now. They’re downstairs. “And don’t worry, I’ll call you if something happens with Danny.”

“Please do,” Mom says, muffled slightly by the sound of the front door opening. “I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone, but even if we don’t catch it, we’ll try to be home before morning. The GIW are out looking too, I’m sure we’ll get somewhere.”

—screaming his way through what little he has left, the scream breaking equipment, opening holes in the walls, pushing his parents back against a table. Flying, flying, get AWAY—

The front door closes, but Danny doesn’t move. He’s exhausted, but he’s pretty sure if he relaxes, he’ll pass out, and then he’ll change back, and then he won’t wake up.

There’s a long, long pause, and then the car drives away, and then footsteps start up the stairs.

He hears another knock on his door.

“D-Danny?” Jazz says. There are tears in her voice. “We’re… we’re alone in the house now.”

Danny slams his head back against the door and wails.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #tw injury #tw vivisection #tw violence #my fic

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ano-po · 4 months

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Are you afraid of deciding on your own because you might fail?

Well, there are several reasons where you got that mentality, but you know it usually comes from your family.

Especially when they're controlling and narcissistic.

They don't let you decide on your life without their permission, be it buying a car, a house, deciding on a degree, your partner, even your fashion. They think they own you, and they should be deciding for you. This makes you dependent on their decisions.

Some might like that, but you know, that's not a happy life to live. Just following the path set by someone else. You are promised safety, you are promised success, but you look around and see yourself actually stuck. Not even your brain is functioning properly anymore.

You try to get out of their road, you fight them, and they will end up saying, "Fine! Get out! You'll come back to us begging."

That's actually a prayer for your failure.

A normal loving parent would pray that you stay safe, and that you become successful.

They don't care what will happen to you. They only care about the notion of owning you.

Are you still afraid to decide? Are you afraid to take risks? Well that's understandable, as you are just going out and are basically still a baby.

To gain confidence in your venture forward,

(1) You first must accept that failure really happens, and we must learn from them. Give yourself space for failure. A lot of people fail several times before learning the tricks of life.

If you want to minimize your failures, do research, observe people going towards the same fields, and always have a backup plan.

(2) Don't tell them what you wanna do. You might be compelled to tell them your next steps because either you're used to that, or you just have a big mouth, or you wanna prove that you have a vision. No, don't do that. They will implant a seed that you cannot do it. It will come off as 'I did it this way and I'm successful', making you doubt your process.

You have to accept that people have their own process. What worked during their time might not work for you, heck maybe it didn't actually work and they're just lying, because if it worked and trusted their own process, they wouldn't be too controlling and emotionally immature.

(3) In your venture forward, think about establishing your own place. Quite materialistic, but having your own place is a mental assurance that you have your own place to stay, and that you will not come back begging (as you are very afraid of that). It will be hard at first, all these legalities, real estate prices, and decision makings are complicated. You might get scammed if you don't research enough. But stay strong and well-informed. Always ALWAYS research. Why am I emphasizing research here? Well, because they never taught you these life skills, so you are parenting yourself now. You can do it.

(4) Let's talk about energy. Children with controlling narcissistic parents are always surrounded by negative energies. Do you often have consecutive strings of bad luck? Like printer not working when you need it most - kinda thing? It's a long psychological explanation, but you must invest to get out of that envelope of energy (it's just perception on life, but you know). To gain confidence and trust in yourself, you must look at the things you always get lucky at. You also need to venture out and believe that you get lucky on important things. For example, whenever I book Airbnb, I always get the best cheap places. Before, I would be afraid to decide on a place. I was even scared of ordering on Jollibee counter. Now, it makes me think that I'm good at deciding about this, leading me to believe that I can choose the best real estate, I just have to believe in myself. I just have to pray.

Remember, they are praying for your failure, so your prayers for success must be stronger. It's also helpful to attract friends and partners who believe in you.

This is the year that you must notice where you're headed in life if you stay. You must notice the negative energies so you learn how to escape it. You must gain confidence to walk your own path.

Happy New Year.

#i hope this helps because this us more like a message to myself #controlling parents #narcissistic parents #getting out #independent living #you can do this #unrelated

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survivalist-anon · 10 days

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Log 2: Living Under a Rock

It's been a week since my drop-off at the hospital....no surprise I've been having trouble sleeping, I got some work leave from my boss at the nature reserve.....god damn I'm fucking tired.

Local folks both new to the town and old friends have been pandering for questions.

Some of the local middle schoolers kept fallowing me to my work place asking me about the metal guy. I simply told them I shot him in the eye, than he exploded.....I wasn't expecting those annoying brats to tell other kids about it. Obviously the local pastor (Mark) has been sending his goons to come to my cabin to convince me to come to church for the sake of saving my soul and all that "lovely" jazz. I told them I literally may have met the devil, shot him in the eye, exploded , and now he's dead and thus to leave me alone.

Some folks are a little more respectful and just ask me about more personal things. Got recommended a therapist who just moved to town named Miss Jenny Oakley, nice lady, smiles all the time and has an impressive 3 PhDs in psychology and mental health medication. She's been helping me get through the whole thing and believes I'll be able to make a speedy recovery. She trusts my resolve and that's good in my book.

....now "Newly appointed Deputy" Jeff (my ex-boyfriend) apparently thinks he can just give me the presidential treatment. He keeps following my car EVERYWHERE. I feel like nuisance now this has happened, people keep staring at me when Jeff just follows me at this point. You'd think after our falling out he'd have the self respect to be a little less...creepy about it. He's stopped by my cabin to keep checking up on me....I wonder if he thinks it's going to be like in the movies where estranged lovers get back together if something happens....jokes on him... I do not need a guy who has tried to convince me to move to Ohio and insult my family's cultural background to boot. Asshole.

Anyways, I've been hanging out at this new coffee shop that's just opened up...it's cozy, sells actual homemade pastries and the coffee is pretty good. Finally, a nice third place. I've noticed more people around my age go there too .... however I've noticed one group constantly eyeing me from across the shop every time I go...they call themselves the "Marine Spotters"...I have no fucking idea what that intels, one of them came up to my table, had the audacity to sit down in front of me like he knew me.....

"So..........you saw one?", the unshaven neck beard asked.

".......you know you could have asked to sit down and I would have said yes but fine go off Gabe Newell.", I'm not usually this hostile but things have gotten tense for while....I wouldn't blame anyone for being upset at me for it either.

"heheh very funny, anyway, my name is Benedict Grabowski. I'm the local expert in these "big metal men "....I see based on your description you've seen a "Black Legion" marine. A level 3 on the danger scale and are quite rare in these parts.", he adjusts his glasses. "The fact you even survived a harrowing encounter with one is without a doubt a life achievement and a free ticket admission to our organization!", handing me a business card with some edgy cartoon spaceman, it had his phone number, email address and an actual address...it was the abandoned mineral mine not too far from the animal reserve I work at....

"I hope your membership will prove to be of great use to us.", concluding with a smug look on his jolly face.

I sat there ready to throw this guy from window I was seated next to....but I'm certain the shop owners wouldn't be too pleased.

".....why the .org?"

He acted confused, "I beg your pardon?".

"...the .org....on your email address....you don't work for the Tillamook station do you? I told them I don't know shit.", took a frustrated sip of my coffee.

He laid back, "well...I...what one would call....a "white hat hacker"....my services in online server hacking, government surveillance and hehe...not to brag...a national code cracking champion of the Tokyo Code Breaker competition. I actually am...not a huge fan of our corporate federal overlords and I only desire for their inevitable downfall through me tanking their stocks."...

I literally was sitting across to a felon....

"so ..with your epic survival skills, my tech mastery and my collaborators", he points to his original table of collected individuals; a heavyset goth girl, the kid of one of the local beef farmers and one creepy guy I remember being the weird kid in highschool.

"Hi Steven.", I wave to him.

"Hi Lorey!", he waves and gives his creepy grin that in through literally means nothing to me. He does it for a cheap bit that I'm certain Jeff already knows and is dieing to catch him for something.

By this point Benedict was actually shocked I knew Steven. "What?! I thought you just moved here!"

I chuckled a little, "I use to live here, I know the area rather well but it's changed a bit since I was last here back in 2003. Also....what the shit is this all about?". I point to the business card.

His shocked expression transforms back into that stupid 'big shot cool guy' look. "Well, we spot those big metal men. Turns out....these anomalous entities are actually appearing throughout the whole planet. All of them of variety and....motives....". He looks around, takes out a folder of the ever lovable 'blurry photographic evidence' one would expect looking for cryptids. "Behold. Humanoids who walk amongst us!".

Im staring at the photos, one struck me to my core ....the big black and bronze one I saw being blown to chunks...the one that killed Grandpa.

"ah...I see...so it was that one.", leaning towards me closer....I can smell the fucking butter from his croissant he ate at his table. "If you need us...call us....", he decided to leave a second card....ok....."anyway, surprised?"

I was a lot more than surprised....I must have been living under a rock...."yeah....I am."

After that I decided to go home. On the ride back, I couldn't help but wonder if Benedict was telling the truth... about them being everywhere...that's a scary thought in all honesty.

I get out my car and took one long glance at my Grandpa's cabin. His only inheritance to my mom. When I said the funeral was a mess, it was an absolute garbage fire because on the same day we had his will reading. His most valuable possession in his will was this cabin, and boy was my aunt pissed she didn't get the property. At least Mom had the last laugh, anyway....as I was remembering that day....I noticed something that sent shivers up and down my spine.

A blood trail....it looked like it came from the forest behind the property, up the steps and on to my doormat. I get out of the car, cautiously, for I all know whom ever left this bloody mess is close by.

It was a huge leather sack, sealed tight with...a red wax in the opening. It was leaking a lot, I was hesitant to open it, but the blood smelt familiar. "....it can't be....", I tore off the hard wax, the gamey stink of deer was permeating throughout the porch. Opening the sack, I saw what could be weeks worth of meat. I was stunned! All nicely cut and cleaned ...I tried lifting the sack without getting some blood on me...failed...and brought it to the cellar freezer. As I placed the meat in the freezer, I saw there was a note on the bag I hadn't noticed....it was a handwritten note for certain....but I had no idea what was written on it. Again, Nordic ruins were present...but it was mixed with another language...I took medieval history a short while back and had the privilege of almost learning how to read medieval texts....it was close to it...and yet... completely unreadable for me.

I set the note on a table and save it for later.

Everything has been so strange lately.

The hours pass, and I finally decided to do some digging....this has to be some...real life ARG or something....it's either a dedicated group of cosplayers....or... something is really out there...it's so uncanny....

End of log 2

@kit-williams

#space marine husbandry #space marines #warhammer 40k #survival log

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vamp1reb0yslut · 20 days

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kinktober- day two

contents. top! male reader, trans! male reader, dom/sub undertones, or just straight up overtones, pegging, dacryphilia, long-distance relationship, aftercare, no/little prep, sadism, praise, reader is referred to as 'sir' a couple times, begging

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cw/tw. some mentions of blood.

Pain, as defined by most medical researchers and doctors, is the psychological and physiological response to a damaging stimuli, an ache, a burn, a prickle running down sensitive flesh. Mostly it came in a sudden flash, before stilling in a discomforting sensation. Out of all the things that it was, pleasurable was not the words you would use to describe it. Not for yourself, at least. To see someone else’s face contorted with anguish– that’s what brought you pleasure. To see salty tears streaking their face, to hear anguished cries– that was beautiful, a kind of ethereal that even the highest of the archangels could never even dream of reaching. It made you feel like a god, like you held the strings of fate in your hands– you were the puppeteer of this show, and whatever you did was law.

Today, you had the luck of visiting your boyfriend, the sweet thing had seemed to miss you quite a bit, the way that he smiled up at you with those large, glinting eyes, and the dreamy look that prevailed on his face as the two of you sat in the bus on your way to his apartment, talking about everything you had missed after he moved to be closer to his studies. Tales of new friends and indoor parties spewed from his lips, small stories about his job in retail and the food he had ordered the day before, some mentions of his courses, but not that much. You found yourself looking at those pretty lips of his, as he excitedly chattered on, and couldn’t help but smile. How pretty those lips would look, how splendid his voice would sound as he begged for mercy.

It was only after entering his apartment and making yourself a tea that you actually mentioned this. The two of you lay in his bed, him dressed in his favourite pair of pyjamas, you laying in a white shirt and boxers, when you felt the courage to bring it up.

“I think you’d look beautiful in pain.” You said suddenly, making him appear confused. You had not done a good job easing him into it– you hadn’t even tried.

He did not react in the negative way you had expected him to, after the words sunk into his brain. A small smile grew on his face. “Even in pain? Even in pain you’d think I’m pretty?”

“Even in pain.”

He wanted to test it out, he wanted to see if it was true. It felt like a dream to you, when you saw him slowly undress, throwing his clothes onto the yellow armchair in his room corner. He seemed excited, yet scared. You knew he was not fearful that he truly might get hurt, he was fearful that you would no longer see him as the pinnacle of loveliness once you saw him in such a way. But yet, he soldiered on, smiling when you gave him a pat on his head and told him to leave to the bathroom to prepare himself, before ordering that he may not use lubricant in this situation. He just nodded, and quickly headed to the bathroom, leaving you alone.

In the time he had given you, you too removed your clothes, fastened the harness around your waist, and waited for him to come back, so the true fun could begin.

He did so a few moments later, slightly red faced but smiling still, and when he saw your choice of the encounter, a thick, ribbed dildo, slightly curved up to hopefully slam against his prostate when you fucked into him. It was not the biggest one you possessed, not by far. You had larger ones, but you didn’t want to split him open, did you? Only eight and a half inches would work.

Soon enough, you managed to get him on all fours, stroking his hair, kissing the back of his neck, intending to create a false sense of security, reminding him that no matter what he thought, he could still say the safeword at any time, and there would be no judgement. He agreed to these things absentmindedly, already so cock-drunk that he could barely care enough to listen to your words. Normally, you would have fucked him a bit with your fingers, to make him open and ready, but this time, you felt less like doing that. He said he’d let you see him in pain, didn’t he? This wasn’t going against his wishes. You spit onto your palm, and rubbed the sticky liquid across your make-shift cock. It would not do much to stop the sting, to halt the pain, but that was not what either of you wanted, wasn’t it? Spitting on his hole and watching the sudden little jerk of his hips was as much prep as he would get, something he clearly hadn’t caught on to.

Your hands grasped his hips, as you moved yours forward, slowly. A sudden scream ripped past his lips, as he buried his face in the pillow. The spit you had slicked across the dildo had dried, and now it was like it had never been there. You stopped, allowing him to have a moment, to get used to this feeling, as he panted and gasped into the pillow. The next few inches were the same, a muffled cry and a moment, before continuing. It was your repertoire for a while, and as the thickness of the dildo only got bigger, the worse his screams became. When you finally bottomed out, he screeched, grasping the covers below him till his knuckles went pale. You could feel him trembling in your grasp– his legs would have given way if not for your grasp on his hips.

“Aww, baby boy–” He didn’t answer, he knew you were trying to be insulting, he knew you were indirectly mocking him. Or maybe he was too busy sobbing.

After a while, the thrusts began. You’d pull out half, slowly, gently, before gently thrusting back in. Every action you did at that moment was slow and gentle– you didn’t dare consider hurting him that much. With every half-thrust came a whine in return, sometimes a gasp, and sometimes a shaky breath. You could tell that the way it nudged against his prostate was somehow combating the pain, confusing his senses. The poor boy probably didn’t know how to feel, whether to moan or howl in agony. Little drops of blood dripped down to his taint and shaft, where they mixed with the pre-come oozing from his slit.

Soon, the half-thrusts stopped, the slowness came to a halt. In a careful movement, you turned him around to his back, hearing him squeal as you did so. His legs now wrapped around your waist, his hard cock bared to your eyes, as well as the tears prickling in his eyes.

“Can I?” You asked, and were greeted with a weak nod, as he reached up to wipe the incoming tears away.

You did as allowed, thrusting quickly, this time. You were greeted with an even louder scream, mingled with a sob as he covered his eyes. And again, another scream. Again and again till he was hiccuping and sobbing, hands still covering his eyes, body still tense as you continued your onslaught. He whined and sobbed, covering his face so you wouldn’t have to see the mess he had become under his palms, makeup running down his face, features contorted as he sobbed.

“Do you want to stop, baby?” You whispered, as you gently pulled his hands away from his face, wiping the tears off his cheeks as you came to a halt, poised, as if the moment he said yes, you’d pull out and go straight to aftercare, because that’s just what you’d do. He shook his head, still sniffling.

“‘S okay. Can take it.” He panted out.

“If you can’t, sweetheart, I won’t judge you.” You said in a smooth voice, stroking his sweat-matted hair. “If baby boy wants me to stop, I will, and I won’t be mad.”

“Don’ wanna stop. Wanna come. Wanna come bad.” His voice was hoarse and broken, as he sniffled and his breaths faltered.

“I can make you come another way, angel.” You kept smoothing down his hair, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“But I wanna come like this.” He almost whined when he said that. “Feels nice, Sir. It hurts– but it’s nice.” He sniffled, wiping tears and mucus from his face with his hand. “I like it, Sir. Can we continue, Sir? I like when Sir fucks me like a toy, can Sir do it more?”

You smiled, moving to stroke his cheek gently. “How do we ask, baby boy?”

“Please?” He pouted a bit as he looked up at you. “Can Sir please fuck me like a toy?”

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll oblige.”

Your hips, after having a little break, had a bit more hit to them, as you fucked him hard and fast, hearing him moan and gasp under you, watching the drops of pre-come dribble down his cock as he arched his back off the bed.

“Such a good boy, taking it all! Such a good boy saying what he wants! Good boy, good boy–” You held his hips so tightly you thought that fingerprints might be left behind. “And look at you! You took it all! You’re such a good boy, you know? You’re such a pretty, perfect boy, taking my cock. You’re perfect, you know? Absolutely perfect.” Your words were breathy, but true.

The praise mixing in with the pain and pleasure brought a new onslaught of tears, as he sobbed into his hands once more, the warmth now not only in his gut, but in his heart as well, as he rocked his hips weakly into yours.

When your thrusts were at their height, when your hips were rocking back and forth at the fastest pace that they could, that was when the screams to stop were most abundant, sobbing cries and panting pleas to go faster, to never stop falling from his spit and tear-stained lips. When the knot in his stomach and thighs could no longer be ignored, he climaxed, blubbering his way through his orgasm, spurting ropes of warm come splattered all over his abdomen, some traces reaching his chest.

He whined when you pulled out, missing the feeling of fullness he had grown accustomed to. You were too shocked to notice his little sad look at the end of this, distracted by the blood that had coated the dildo in its red sheen. Thank god he had tissues in his bedroom, as you wiped away the mess off yourself, and him.

“Still think I’m pretty?” He asked in a mellow tone, voice still cracked from weeping as you helped him back into his pyjamas afterwards.

“Of course, baby. Of course.” A small kiss was placed to his stomach, and he couldn’t help but giggle a bit, as you picked him up, and carried him the very short distance to his bed, sitting him down onto the fluffy mattress. “Now, what do you want to eat?”

“Ugh…” He considered it for a moment, brain still a mess of thoughts and feelings from a while back. “Rice!”

“Just rice?”

“Yeah.” He beamed brightly. “Just rice.”

You gave him a little poke on the nose, smiling as his smile grew a bit larger from that, and he laughed. “Just rice coming right up.”

Just as you were about to leave, he spoke. “Sir?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Can I get some orange juice with it, too?” He asked, sniffling a bit as he wiped some stray tears from his eyes, still feeling that slight tinge of pain inside him.

“Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart. Whatever makes my pretty boy smile.”

#x male reader #x male reader smut #x male smut #x male top reader #x transmasc reader #x trans reader #early kinktober #kinktober #every month is kinktober now there i said it #tw blood mention #smut writing #oneshot

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asterifish · 4 months

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Have we met before..? / Seo Changbin

Synopsis: M/n's friend Felix had dragged him into a blind date, and the guy that he met seemed..... familiar in some unknown way. They went on a few dates and m/n still had the feeling they'd known each other before.

Extra Notes: M/n will be referred to as Haneul, he is an astrology major, and Changbin is a Psychology major.

Type: One-Shot (Words: 834)

Genre: Fluff, angst

"Are you sure this is a good idea Felix?" M/n was resting on the couch, his laptop in front of him as he stared at his friend. The two were currently in m/n's dorm, and Felix was begging him to go on a date with one of his close friends.

"Yes! You'll actually love him so much. He's really sweet, even if he looks a bit intimidating. I promise, Haneul, you'll be fine!" Felix smiled and patted m/n's shoulder reassuringly.

After thinking about it for a bit, M/n sighed and nodded. "Okay fine, but-" his words were cut off by Felix's happy squeal as he jumped up off the couch.

"Yes!! Okay! I'll let him know you said yes! I told him to meet you at the jellyfish tank at the Aquarium at 11 on Friday, okay?"

M/n laughed at his friends excitement, and nodded. Felix gave m/n a quick hug and ran out of the dorm, already texting the mysterious person m/n was supposed to meet.

It was now Friday, and m/n had gotten to the aquarium a little early. He was leaning against a wall as to not be seen, but he caught people looking at him. Why were they looking at him? Was there something on his face?

M/n got out his phone and was confused. Surely they couldn't see the scars could they? He thought he'd covered them with make-up really well. While he was checking, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Looking over, m/n jumped slightly when he noticed a male a bit shorter than him standing there. "M/n, right? I'm sorry I'm a bit late, I got us drinks." The male smiled and handed m/n a Strawberry/Watermelon drink.

M/n took the drink and bowed slightly, "it's okay, I got here a bit early. Changbin, right?" He sighed with relief when the other male nodded with a smile.

"Felix told me you liked this drink, I hope he wasn't lying or anything. We can go get another one if you want..?" Changbin looked at m/n with a worried look on his face, sighing when m/n reassured him that Felix had told the truth.

After chatting for a bit near the Jellyfish tank, m/n led Changbin throughout the aquarium, occasionally stopping and rambling about some of the sea creatures.

Every time m/n snuck glances at Changbin, he was always looking at m/n with a really bright smile on his face, as if he loved listening to him talk. But for some reason, m/n thought that he'd met Changbin before, he just didn't know where.

"I'm sorry, am I rambling too much?" The two had stopped at a tank with clownfish, and m/n had bowed in apology.

Changbin couldn't help but smile as he patted m/n's head. "No, I like listening to you talk. You really like Aquatic life, hm?"

M/n straightened up and nodded with a small smile. "Yes. I used to come to the aquarium as a child but I haven't been until now." Changbin smiled and took m/n's hand, leading him to the claw machine towards the back of the Aquarium.

The two stood there for a bit until m/n saw a plush that he really wanted. Bending down, he put some money in the machine before attempting to get the toy. Cursing silently as he failed to get it, m/n stepped away from the machine.

Changbin, who had been watching m/n's actions, laughed before putting more money into the machine. M/n watched as changbin carefully maneuvered the machine, getting the toy successfully.

As the day went on, the two went to a movie theater, and then out to eat at Jungsik. When Changbin finally took m/n back to his dorm, m/n felt as if he's known Changbin forever. Not only because they spent the day together, but there was a feeling he just couldn't shake.

As Changbin turned to leave, m/n grabbed his sleeve to stop him. When Changbin turned around to face m/n, he smiled. "Did you want me to stay?" He asked.

M/n nodded silently and Changbin followed the male inside, shutting the door behind him. Before m/n could walk away, Changbin pulled him into a back hug. M/n yelped in suprise, but didn't struggle.

M/n was the type that hated physical affection, but he felt safe in the others arms. Moving over to the couch, they cuddled close and found another movie to watch.

After a while, Changbin looked down at m/n. "Falling asleep?" He smiled and ruffled m/n's hair. M/n nodded and sighed. Looking up at Changbin, he gently touched his cheek.

"Have... we met before?" M/n whispered. Looking down at the other, Changbin smiled lightly and took m/n's hand in his own.

"I can't answer that yet, Haneul. One day, I'll tell you everything, just like I promised..."

Original work by AstériFish, please do not repost my works elsewhere! Rebloggong helps me a lot, thank you!

#kpop male x male reader #changbin x male reader #stray kids x male reader #Astéri's🪐Fics #angst with a happy ending #kpop x male reader fluff #skz fluff #immortal x mortal #Spotify

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lunar-wandering · 4 months

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ALRIGHT. LETS GO. LIST OF CHARACTERS IN THAT RIDICULOUS MONSTER OF THE WEEK HERO AND VILLAINS STORY I GOT SO WE CAN GET SOME NAMES FOR EM

PLEASE send me names for these guys cause im dying just referring to them by titles

i didn't want to just go "villain 1, villain 2," so i assigned them colours

we'll start with the ones in the polyam relationship and then do the other characters

Our Hero!! think more magical girl themed than DC Comics. he/him pronouns, transformation item is a butterfly hairclip (and most attacks have a butterfly theme) (the butterfly specifically is a Red Lacewing). In civilian form his hair is purple and his eyes are blue, while in hero form his hair is blonde and his eyes are red. He is SO tired and stressed, but it's only visible in civilian form (aka he's got dark shadows under his eyes and his hair looks like it hasn't seen a brush in months). He goes to university, and works in a tea shop beside the university. Due to an incident early on in which a monster of the week caused him to temporarily be split into two people, since his brain couldn't handle the double perspective of information, he does have another personality- they're basically the same for the most part, but the other him only takes control when he's really stressed out (in the middle of a hard battle, or in the middle of a difficult exam). He's basically just slightly more serious overall. It's harder to surprise him and stuff like that.

Pink Villain!!! tbh he's the funnest one to me. he/him pronouns. when i say pink i mean PINK. symbol is a heart and the monsters he summons cause physical effects. he can drain energy, and give energy to people via kisses (does not need to be on the lips). (the more power he stores, the longer his hair gets). he's just a silly guy, he's having fun with this. the first one to figure out the hero's secret i.d. Actually he knows WAY more than he should. he's like, the secret keeper. he Knows Things. keeps a piece of the Hero's energy that he took early on stored in a locket.

Blue Villain! ???/??? Pronouns (any pronouns). symbol is a teardrop, and the monsters they summon cause psychological effects. nobody knows SHIT about them. not even what they look like, they wear one of those like- hats with a veil so their face and hair is completely covered. (well. i say no-one knows- Pink Villain actually does, but only cause he goaded them into kissing him once.) They don't tend to talk a lot either. In reality they're just shy- and also the only one to have a civilian form. They also attend the university the Hero goes to, albeit they look completely different.

TECHNICALLY she could also be called Pink Villain but for the sake of not confusing people, Yellow Villain!! she/her pronouns. her colour scheme is actually mainly pink but there's enough yellow in there for her to be called this. her symbol is a lightning bolt, and the monsters she summons affect nature itself. arguably the most powerful of the villains excluding the Big Bad. she has an electrified whip, btw. the coolest person here by far. she's the only one capable of one-upping Pink Villain. also the only one that goes into the tea shop to actually get tea and NOT chat with the hero (looking at you Pink Villain).

Okay!! That's the polyam gang!! now. other characters.

The Science Team- there's like, a bunch of people included here, but only two of them are really important. They're on the hero's side, they help him figure out the weaknesses of the monster of the week and all that, but they're also constantly trying to figure out who the hero is. He's close enough with two of them to consider them to be friends, and the team has narrowed down what university he's going to, but not who he is. Funnily enough, the two he's closest to actually started working at the same tea shop he does in order to like, get Info, but they don't suspect him in the slightest.

Purple-Blue Villain, a 16 year old girl who was brainwashed by the big bad at the very beginning of the series. She doesn't have a symbol, nor does she summon monsters. Her main job is to act as a spy on the science team- since she's the daughter of one of them.

The Big Bad, a ruler from another dimension who's big on the idea of having another dimension bend to his will. The Hero's butterfly hairclip actually was brought into this world by him, but he accidentally lost it during portal travel. He brought the other villains here with him as his "trusted generals".

Hero's Clone, he/they pronouns, initially created by the Big Bad just for, yknow, the typical "lets clone the hero" reasons. Was highly unstable and dripping black goo everywhere. After being stabilized, the only differences between him and the hero are that one of his eyes is pink, and the tips of his hair is pink. After stabilization, the hero has him stay with the villains, cause he doesn't trust the science team to NOT try to experiment on them, but he DOES trust the villains to be able to effectively hide them from their boss. sometimes gets involved with plans as the hero's body double to confuse people.

#my ocs

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lou-struck · 10 months

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Belphegor x reader

Prompt: 😴+hypnosis

~ You and Belphie stumble across a hypnotist’s show while on a date in the human world.

WC: 1.8k

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the Masterlist on my welcome page.

a/n: I’m not the biggest fan of hypnosis, it has always made me feel a bit uncomfortable, so I decided to put a spin on it and relate it back to the last time I saw a hypnotist perform.

You have been in the Devildom far too long and were in dire need of a bit of sunlight and some good ole fashion people’s food. And, as much as the Devildom may try to make a decent cup of coffee, it will never measure up to the real thing.

You take a deep breath in and smell the fresh air and the faint aroma of ground coffee beans before turning to your yawning companion; After accidentally sleeping through your movie date last night, Belpheghor had begged to join you on your little trip to the Human world to make up for it. Which you, of course, agreed with.

He is all too aware of the soft spot you have for him. But neither of you mind.

“Thank you for coming with me today Belphie,” you smile, leading him into the shop. “I didn’t want to come up here all by myself for the day.

“Thank you for letting me,” He sighs, looking just a bit guilty as he rubs the back of his neck. “I really want to make it up to you after I fell asleep last night. Those chairs were just too comfy, and I always sleep better next to you.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Behlpie; it was an accident,” you say as the two of you make your way through the modest line. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

“But it happened to me, and it’s already so hard to get time with you.” he chuckles before looking at you with his deep purple gaze, “Sometimes, I don’t even want to share you with Beel.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words but try to remain composed by scanning the menu. The coffee shop has added some summertime drink specials that look so refreshing you just have to try them. You order a honey lavender iced latte for yourself and a sweet cold brew for Belphie since he needs all the help he can get to stay awake.

“Hey, what’s that over there by the stage?” He asks, glancing out the window. Following his gaze, you see that in the park across the street, there is a large crowd gathered next to the outdoor stage.

It must be a show,” you say, squinting to get a better look at the scene. A few people have already set out blankets on the ground, and more are on their way. “Do you want to check it out?”

He shrugs, “Sure, why not? It’s a good day for it.” The Togo bell is rung, and you go to pick up your drinks at the counter. Your name is horribly misspelled, but it’s nostalgic and makes the drink taste just a bit better as you and your Demon exit the shop.

It’s only a short walk to the stage, but the crowd makes it take longer than you had expected it would. By the time you make it to the foot of the stage, your drink is half finished.

Just to your left is a large sign for the entertainment. Apparently, performing today is a hypnotist who goes by the name ‘The Amazing, The Astounding…Kevin’

“Oh, it’s a Hypnotist,” you say aloud, and Belphie looks at you with wide eyes.

“So this guy is just practicing magic out in the open, and no one thinks it’s weird?” he asks, reading the sign.

“I don’t know if I would call it magic,” you say, trying your best to comfort the Demon, who has quite a different outlook on the concept of hypnosis thanks to a certain lustful older brother of his. “Hypnosis in the human world is more psychological than supernatural. It’s more about people responding to suggestions than being forced to do anything they don’t want to do,” you explain, hoping that you actually know what you’re talking about.

“That makes us sound kind of evil, doesn’t it?” He asks while taking a sip of his drink; you can tell that he is enjoying it based on the considerable amount he has had so far.

“Not evil, just different,” you say, leading him to the seating area. The statement is comforting to him, but you can tell he doesn’t want to think about that any longer. It’s then, a man in a powder blue suit steps onto the stage. Who must be The Amazing Kevin? He introduces himself to the crowd and begins his show as you lean over to whisper into Belphie’s ear.

“I have no idea how he can wear a three-piece suit in this heat.” you number, earning a quiet chuckle from him.

“Oh hey,” you whisper again. “He’ll take volunteers from the audience, so if you want to volunteer, either raise your hand or try and listen to him.”

“Are you going to try to get hypnotized?” The Demon asks, looking around at all the eager volunteers waving their hands to get the Hypnotist’s attention.

The Hypnotist selects a few of them but makes sure to leave a few chairs open just in case there are a few people in the audience who are more suggestible as the show goes on.

You shake your head, “I think I just wanna watch. Let someone else enjoy it today.”

As the two of you talk quietly, the Hypnotist chooses a few of his volunteers and starts to tell them to relax.

“10…”

“9…”

“8…”

“Feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier as you begin to relax.”

At the Hypnotist’s suggestion, you see the volunteers on stage already sinking deeper into their folded chairs, and the crowd gasps.

Belphie nudges you slightly, speaking to you in a hushed whisper. “Are they really falling for that? I guess the guy has a boring voice.”

And despite the situation you are in, the laugh that slips past your lips is much louder than you had anticipated drawing a few curious looks from the people around you.

But what you don’t notice is that you have caught the attention of the Hypnotist on the stage.

“7…”

“6…”

“5…”

The Hypnotist scans the audience looking for anyone drifting off at his command but continues speaking. A few volunteers fall harmlessly off their chairs and sprawl out onto the stage.

“4…”

“3…”

“2…”

The last of the volunteers slump down and lean against each other, appearing to be deep in sleep. You look over at Blephie and see that he is dozing off, his hand holds yours tightly, but he still nestles in closer to you. Which tells you one thing.

He fell asleep on his own.

Kevin sees this and smiles victoriously. “Oh my, it looks like we have another volunteer in the audience, Ladies and gentlemen.” he makes his way down the steps of the stage and over to your seat. “I see you’ve been hiding your friend from us.” he grins before leaning close to you and whispering, “This is what you get for talking through my show.”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, Sir, he’s not hypnotized. He just fell asleep.” you try to explain as kindly as you can, but he shushes you.

“That’s what they all say.” He scoffs into his mic and turns his attention to Belphie, placing his hand on the Demon’s shoulder and looking at you impatiently.

“What’s his name?”

This isn’t going to end well, but The Amazing Kevin is kinda rude, so you’re okay with messing with him just a bit. “It’s Belphie,” you mumble. “But he really just fell asleep,” warning him one last time eases your conscience as he waves off your remark and continues on with the show.

With his hand still on Belphies shoulder, he speaks to him calmly through the mic. “Now, Belphie,” he starts, “Listen only to my voice and allow yourself to fall deeper into relaxation.”

Belphie doesn’t even stir, continuing to rest peacefully against you.

Kevin takes this as a sign that the hypnosis is working and continues. “You feel amazing when your body is so relaxed; you can do anything and be anything.” His statement is meant to be inspirational, but you have a feeling he is going to try and use Belphie for the crowd’s entertainment. “So why not be a chicken?”

The crowd is all giggling at the Hypnotist’s words, ready to see your sleepy boyfriend perform for them. “Belphie, when I tap you on the head. You will be a chicken; you will act how you think a chicken would act and make your way up to the stage.”

With no hesitation, he taps the Avatar of Sloth on the head and waits for him to start clucking, but just as you said, he doesn’t budge.

“And you are a chicken,” he says again, sounding a bit frustrated, this time tapping him much harder on the head. Getting no reaction at all.

The crowd murmurs in confusion amongst themselves, and he taps him again, shaking his head a bit. “Chicken!” he commands loudly, not even trying to hide the desperation in his voice.

“Mmm, what are you doing?” Belphie groans tiredly, smacking away the Hypnotist’s hand and earning a chuckle from the crowd. “I was comfy.”

The Not-So-Amazing Kevin blinks in surprise and looks at you in disbelief. “You were telling the truth?”

You nod, and Belphie sits up, looking at you apologetically. “Sorry, I guess I fell asleep, Mc. I really thought the coffee would keep me awake longer. Is the show over?”

“No, we are right in the middle of it.” you laugh, giving him a reassuring squeeze on his hand to let him know you are not upset. He smiles thankfully and finally notices the stunned performer in front of him.

“Oh, it’s you?” he says, “Why are you down here and not on stage with the volunteers?”

At the mention of the volunteers, the Hypnotist realizes that he has forgotten about the ten people currently passed out on stage and rushes away from you rather embarrassedly.

“Should we go?” Belphie asks as the Hypnotist makes his way back up to the stage, “For some reason, I don’t like this guy. He seems mad at us.”

“He may be just a bit upset,” you giggle, already halfway out of your seat. “But we should go get something to eat.”

He nods and extends a hand, “That would be great.” You pull him to his feet, and walk away from the stage. A few people look at you as you walk away, but their attention is fleeting.

“You wanna know something, Mc?” Belphie asks, glancing back lazily at the stage.

“What’s up?”

"It’s odd, but for some reason, I am really craving some chicken right now.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me Belphegor #obey me x reader #Belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #om! belphegor #obey me nightbringer #obey me fluff #x reader

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clownfishbites · 8 days

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OK SO,

I’m guessing Batman/Joker: Switch (2003) is a bit niche since I hadn’t heard of it until really recently. But as the CEO of niche quasi character studies of the Joker from the early 2000s I’ve gotta give this one it’s flowers.

It starts out with an interesting premise that it doesn’t really use, but the opener is this:

So I was super hyped thinking this was gonna be one of those awful medical malpractice character studies that I love, where it examines what happens when you forcibly unravel the Joker personality with deeply unethical therapy.

(I love that concept and trust I’m writing a batjokes fic about something similar.)

But working on that theory, Batman comes to London to find Joker who has been let loose after what seems like a very unethical surgery where someone removed his smile and put it on the back of his neck. He’s not quite himself, getting a bit lost in the lines between himself and Batman, wandering around trying to solve what happened to him and forgetting to eat or take care of himself.

Which is where we get this great moment:

I love it. The second somebody genuinely cares and intervenes on his behalf he assumes it’s Batman.

I really like the way the panels are drawn here, leaning into the surrealism of Joker's wide eye, and the smile in the place it shouldn't be, it's all very Dali. This, in combination with the fairly rare show of vulnerability from Joker, and the totally disconnected nonsense way he speaks in this one, really heightens that feeling of 'oh there's something wrong here', it's weird seeing a broadly sympathetic take on Joker.

But they know each other too well, because upon showing up, forcibly giving him medication is actually one of the first things Batman does.

Batman reclassifies the lines between them, actually helping Joker get back to his baseline self. He doesn't capitalise on the confusion as a means of pacifying Joker or anything, he just rigidly reinforces the status quo- returning Joker to himself and putting them both back in Arkham.

But then we learn the real kicker: Joker asked for the surgery. It's really interesting to see the collage of his behaviour from far away, because this pretty extreme facial self-mutilation for the sake of a wider point, or just for comedy we won't see again for 10ish years, until he gets his face taken off by the Dollmaker before DOTF.

Just to quickly return to the initial vulnerability from Joker this issue teases the reader with. It does strike a fairly sympathetic tone, framing Joker as the victim of some cruel joke for once, removing his smile. But now we know he asked for it, literally. It isn't so much an ‘oh he got what he was coming to him’, but that the sheer amount of pain, psychological, physical pain the Joker experiences every day, due to this lifestyle he has chosen, is all still a direct result of his own choices. One bad day, or whatever backstory he may have had that led him here, we know that it is categorically not the only option. He is truly the architect of his own misery, he very much was the first victim of the Joker, and I find it interesting that this comic forces you to take that perspective. That even a vulnerable, half-starved and mentally confused Joker is this way because he "begged" for it, and is now facing the consequences of his own actions, with the faith that Batman will care enough to save him.

#batjokes #shaking with the effort of not mentioning Batman: cacophony again #because yes this is another comic where another villain banks on Batman being distracted with Joker #yes it’s kinda great #joker meta #batjokes meta

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