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dumbslxtclub · 1 year

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what abt eddie x powered reader , he doesn’t know she has powers and they’re best friends, they are both too scared to admit their feelings and he goes on a date w another girl , so reader and eddie argue and she cries but when she does the lights r flickering and hes so confused but she has to confess eventually

delicate in every way (but one) | e.m

eddie munson x powered!reader

content warnings: fem!reader, adult language, adult themes, angst, hurt/comfort, some canon divergence/au, reader is 19, angst, FLUFFY fluff, no use of y/n, minor themes of anxiety (power related)

word count: 3.3K+

a/n: hi everyone, sorry for the hiatus!! life has been crazy lately, so I'm excited to share this request with you all xx

Shuffling through the chaos you call your locker, worry creeps in that, in your morning rush, you left the assigned Geometry homework in your bedroom. Casting your mind back, you recall having your jacket in one hand while you nudged the front door open, toast jammed in your mouth, and something in your other hand-

A ringed hand slams down on the locker beside you, causing you to jolt at the sound of metal on metal. The Cheshire-cat grin spread across your best friend’s face indicates his satisfaction with your reaction, the brunt of his weight finding the doors.

“T’s not good for you to think that hard. Causes wrinkles, y’know?”

“You’re gonna give me wrinkles, Munson.” Eddie smiles, always up for a banterous exchange between the two of you. He places an unlit cigarette between his plump lips, nestling the white filtered tip between rosy flesh. “Seriously?! Are you trying to get detention for the third time this week? I’m getting you to class if it kills me.”

Snatching it out of his mouth, you shove it into the worn leather adorning his chest. He dramatically falls back into the lockers once again, causing a raucous crash to echo down the depleting hallway. The remaining students turn their head in your direction, muttering indistinctly about the metalhead’s antics. After years of friendship with Eddie, your cheeks no longer burn at the judgemental attention, it’s a hazard of the trade. Besides, you have your ways of leveling the playing field with your best friend when needed.

Closing the locker, Eddie trails behind you like a lost puppy, as if he has no clue where his next class is. To be fair, you don’t doubt that that might be true, given his attendance record. Homework in hand, you trudge along making sure Eddie hasn’t wandered off like an irresponsible child in the grocery store.

“So, wanna hang out after Hellfire tonight? Got the new Iron Maiden tape the other day, but what kind of friend would I be if I listened to it without you?” The scuffling of worn Reebok’s on the linoleum flooring ceases behind you, an exhausted groan leaving your lungs. “Eddie, c’mon-”

“I, uh- I can’t hang out tonight.” Spinning on your heels, you shoot him a look of confusion.

“Okay? That’s cool, dude. But we’ve really gotta get to class so-”

Like trying to drag a stubborn mule, you grasp at Eddie’s wrist in a desperate attempt to move him. Shooting you a shit-eating grin, he plants his feet firmly, relishing in watching you put your back into trying to get him to budge.

“Don’t you wanna know what I’ve got planned?”

“Judging by how much you’re annoying me today, I’d say you’ve got a hot date with your right hand later.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush slightly at the insinuation, shaking his head sheepishly.

“No, well- you’ve got the first part right.”

Releasing his wrist from your tug-of-war, you stumble back slightly before you process this new information.

“Really?”

“Shit, don’t sound so surprised, sweetheart.” Eddie quips, words dripping with teasing sarcasm.

On one hand, you’re not surprised at all. Eddie is indisputably gorgeous. Large chocolate-brown eyes, a jawline that looks like it was carved by the gods themselves, and the kindest heart you’d ever encountered. In your eyes, he was the full package. Key word being your. It was no secret that Eddie’s reputation preceded him around town, he didn’t exactly have girls lined up around the block waiting to date him. But you knew how he could exercise his charm, when given the opportunity and perfect victim.

“With who?” Poker-face on, you try to sound as detached as possible.

“Maggie. You know, the new girl?”

Oh, you knew her alright. You watched as she unpacked her perfect little life from a U-Haul a few months back, moving into the white picket house across from yours. Though you hadn’t had any real interactions with her, you noticed how easily things came to her. Within her first week at Hawkins High, you witnessed her riding her bike home in a brand new cheer uniform, having been quickly indoctrinated. But on the weekends, she’d often help her mother tend to the garden in a band tee before jumping in her second-hand station wagon to make the most of a Saturday night with no curfew. With brown curls somehow perfectly imperfect, sultry eyes to rival Susanna Hoffs and a carefree attitude, it’s not hard to see how she could have any man swooning for her. Eddie, being no exception. Your mind begins racing over how they could have met, Eddie did seem especially cheerful on Monday after going to a concert that weekend. The one you were supposed to go to, if your mom hadn't found the vodka stuffed under your mattress and grounded you. Is that how they met? Fuck, maybe if you’d been there…

“Yeah, I think I know the one. What’re you guys gonna do?”

Eddie joins you side by side, thankful that you can now speed-walk to disperse some of the nervous energy brewing.

“Think we’re gonna go and see Friday the 13th at the drive-in cinema. They’re up to, like, the sixth one now so I imagine it’ll be a bit of a snooze-fest, but it’s all that’s on that late.”

Great. Eddie and a girl, alone in his van. At the drive-in cinema. Cuddled up watching a horror film. Picturing it is enough to make you want to vomit into your backpack.

“Sounds fun.” It does not, in fact, sound fun.

Thankfully, the final bell signifies your impending tardiness, causing the two of you to bolt to Geometry.

It’s hard to focus on what Mr Watts is talking about at the best of times, but your mind is fixated on Eddie. In your heart, you know he deserves to have a good time. He’s a gentleman, any girl would be lucky to date him. But the green-eyed monster had her ugly talons stuck deep into your back long before now. It’s getting harder and harder to suppress your growing feelings for your best friend, stealing glances at him any chance you get. But it’s not worth the risk, not with all you have to lose. He’s your rock, the only person on this planet you can talk to about anything. And you’re not about to jeopardize your friendship over some silly crush. And yet, you also can’t help but feel an unfair notion that Eddie is somehow to blame for this. It could be so easy to misinterpret his naturally flirty nature for romantic intentions. How he opens every door for you, makes you mix-tapes of your favorite bands, picks you up for late-night drives to get the best view of the city. Every action is another addition to a precarious house of cards, doomed to collapse. Glancing over at Eddie, he is absent-mindedly tapping his pencil against the wooden desk. On any other day, it wouldn’t bother you. But today, it’s enough to drive you mad. Honing in all of your attention on the pencil, your gaze remains fixated on the object. All you can hear is the tap, tap, tap flooding your ears, his stupid rings reflecting light across the room. You furrow your brows, take a deep breath, and-

The pencil launches out of Eddie’s hand, clattering to the ground beneath him, drawing the attention of half the class.

“Mr Munson, could you please for once pay attention?” Mr Watts, clearly unimpressed by Eddie’s interruption, earns a few sniggers from students around him.

“Shi- sorry, Sir.” Eddie, completely baffled by what just happened, leans down to pick up the pencil. A smile creeps across your lips, and Eddie follows the pencil beneath your desk. Retrieving it, a worried look washes across his face as he glances up at you.

“Woah, you okay?” His tone is hushed, as not to draw any more attention to himself. You’re now acutely aware of the small stream of blood trickling from your nostril, wetting your upper lip in a metallic maroon. Quickly swiping it away, you pretend to busy yourself in your notebook.

“Yeah. ‘M fine.”

Call me when you get home safely.

The golden rule, never to be broken. Words uttered like gospel every time you and Eddie part ways at the end of a long night, a foundation in your friendship. After Hellfire wrapped up, you elected to drive home separately as Eddie wanted to head straight home to freshen up for his date. With a firm embrace, you muttered the words to him as you had countless times before, him nodding in acknowledgement against the crook of your shoulder.

12:46am.

Eddie would have been due home an hour ago, accounting for time he and Maggie might have spent chatting away in the car after a disappointing slash-fest. Yet the corded phone beside your bed remains neglected, heavy-lidded eyes glancing over at it sporadically as you try to busy yourself in a book.

What is taking him so long? He never forgets to call unless-

Unless he’s still with her. Images flash through your mind's eye, Eddie driving Maggie around town blasting the music you’d shown him. Pulling up to one of your usual hang-out spots, smoke filling the back of the van as the two swap spit on the end of a blunt. Ringed hands slipping under the soft cotton of her shirt, grasping at soft skin as the pair-

Nope, not going there. With a huff, you throw your book haphazardly to the side and flick off the bedside table, praying sleep will come soon.

You allow the phone to ring off the hook all of Saturday. You have no interest in talking to Eddie right now, your social battery drained at the mere thought of feigning interest over how his date went. And so, you keep yourself occupied, willingly cleaning your room just to have something to fill the dead space of time. Rearranging the trinkets on your windowsill, you spot a figure crossing the adjacent lawn. Maggie unlocks her bike from the patio railing, placing a bag in the wicker basket attached to the front. You try to pry your gaze from her, but something catches your eye. A band tee, one you haven’t seen her in before, hangs loosely on her frame, faded and gray from years of love. It’s familiar. Similar to the one that you bought for Eddie last year, thrifting it as a birthday present after scraping pennies together. Probably a coincidence, you tell yourself, bile building in your throat, failing to convince yourself.

The phone rings a handful of times throughout the day, a fragment of the white noise reverberating through your head. Drowning out the voices, the self doubt, only to fuel the fire just as imminently. With your parents out of town for the weekend, the house feels desolate. An echoing chamber of solitude, combated by the unwanted images flooding your brain. You should feel happy for Eddie. He deserves love. But god, why does it have to be her love?

Against all odds, the barrage of thoughts ceases long enough for you to doze off on the couch, granting you a fleeting moment of peace. A moment cut short by a sharp and firm knock at the door. Maybe if you ignore it, they will go away, leaving you to your nest of despair. But it doesn’t. The knocks grow louder, more intense, causing you to groan as you pry yourself off the couch. Curtains ajar, you see the dusky sky outside casting shadows across the faintly lit street. Flicking on the floor lamp as you pass into the entryway, the knocking incessantly continues.

“Alright, I’m coming!” Post-nap grumpiness is in full flight as you swing open the front door. Eddie stands before you, leather jacket hanging off his slim frame, wallet-chain catching the last light of the day. But instead of his usual goofy smile plastered on his face, he looks entirely unimpressed.

“Oh, she lives!” His words are dripping with sarcasm, not waiting for you to invite him in.

“What are you doing here?” You quip back, shutting the door behind you.

“Y’know, just making sure you weren’t dead in a ditch somewhere. Forgive me.” Eddie paces straight for the living room, charged up with too much energy.

“Okay, well, as you can see-” You gesture to yourself with a flourish, “-I’m not. So, you didn’t need to waste gas driving out here.”

“Since when do you not pick up the phone? I’ve been trying to call all day!” Eddie’s typical jovial tone is nowhere to be found, instead having been replaced by dourness.

“God, sorry. Didn’t realize you’d only pick up the phone when it suited you.”

Eddie’s eyes squint slightly, incredulous as he absorbs your comment.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” God, men are thick.

“You never called to let me know that you got home safely. I sat up half the night waiting for you to ring, and nothing! But I’m sure you lost track of time with Maggie-”

Eddie’s eyes narrow, the logical side of his brain working overtime to figure out why you’re being so short with him. But as soon as you drop Maggie’s name, the puzzle pieces click into place.

“Is that what this is about?”

“Is what about?”

“This!” Eddie gestures with his hand in your direction. “This attitude you’ve had going on for days.”

“Oh my god. You’ve woken me up, stormed into my house and accused me of having an attitude. So forgive me if my hospitality is lacking, Eddie!”

“Does it have something to do with Maggie?” His question is point-blank, and it catches you off guard.

“No!” You blurt out a little too quickly, doing little to convince him.

“Do you not like her or something?”

“Why do you care if I like her or not? You like her, and that’s all that matters. So can we just drop this?”

Blood begins boiling beneath the surface, a harbinger of emotions close to spiraling out of control. You need a second of solitude, to bring everything back to baseline. It’s happened with your family, even with bullies at school, but never been in the presence of Eddie for. It scares you, how your powers can lash out before you do, and you don’t want Eddie to be caught in the crossfire.

“We need to talk about this-”

“No, we don’t!”

“I just don’t get why you’re acting like this-”

“Eddie, you need to leave.”

Heart pounding in your chest, breath growing a little too fast for your liking. Pulse racing against the delicate skin of your neck, tears brimming close to the precipice. A quick glance over to the one illuminated lamp in the corner confirms your fears, the bulb flashing indiscriminately behind Eddie’s shoulder. Thankfully, his stern gaze remains fixed on you.

“No! I’m not going anywhere until-”

“Eddie, please-” An unsteady breath betrays you, voice cracking on your last word while a tear escapes your lash line. White noise clouds your brain, a haze forming around logic and control. Even with your eyes pinched shut, the glow of the frantically flickering lamp remains visible behind your lids. Eddie’s voice grows muffled, a scrambling of sound waves assaulting your eardrums and causing you to buckle over. Instinctively, your palms clamp down over your ears as you do your best to count to five. Feel the soft carpet beneath your socked feet. Smell the fresh flowers your mother placed in a vase next in the entranceway. Taste the metallic blood dripping from your nose, finding its way into your parted lips. Anything to bring you back to reality. And it’s not working.

Not until two firm hands grasp your shoulders, and you distantly hear Eddie’s voice calling out to you.

“-Hey! Please, look at me…”

A deep, diaphragmatic breath is required as courage to pry your damp eyes open, and take in the image before you. Eddie is crouched down, level with you, eyes wider than you’ve ever seen. He looks terrified.

“Oh my god-” He quickly throws his arms around you, tucking you in tight to his chest. His familiar musky scent is comforting, grounding you in a sense of safety.

“‘M sorry, Eddie.” Words barely louder than a squeak, Eddie tightens his grip around you and pulls you in closer.

“Fuck, I thought-” His chest rises unsteadily, voice quivering. “- that was, it was just like Chrissy.”

A sharp pang of guilt hits you deep in your gut. The lights. The zoning out. He’s seen it before, a year ago with Chrissy, and you never considered how triggering it might be for him to witness the effects of your powers out of context.

“I’m okay.” It takes everything for you to pull away from him, but you need to offer him the same comfort he’s granted you. “I’m sorry, I should have told you.”

“Told me?”

You can’t help but chuckle at how weird it is to say out loud.

“You know how El has powers? Well, I kind of do too.” Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, disappearing beneath his mess of bangs. “Not like, to the same extent. But sometimes, if I get overwhelmed or experience some sort of strong emotion, shit like that happens.”

Eddie is speechless. Not that you blame him, it’s not every day you learn of your best friend’s superpowers. His eyes dart around your face, as if searching for any indication that this is a joke. But as your expression remains serious, his whole demeanor softens.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Wasn’t safe.” You reply, shaking your head. “I mean, look at El. I just- I didn’t want to put you at risk.”

“No, no. I get it.” Eddie’s hand absent-mindedly brushes some of your hair out of your face. “You said it happens when you feel something strong. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you-”

“No! It wasn’t that, I’ve felt it coming for a while now.” Chuckling sheepishly, you quickly wipe away any remaining tears from your flushed cheeks.

“What, were you like, jealous or something?” Eddie laughs, his signature grin creeping across his face. At his question, you feel your breath catch again, smile faltering minutely. Eddie doesn’t miss this, and he leans in a little closer. “Oh my god, you were, weren’t you?”

“You don’t have to rub it in, asshole.” You give him a small shove to the chest, an embarrassed laugh catching in your throat. His hand catches yours, trapping it in place between his palm and the cotton shirt. Your eyes focus on the shirt. Grey, worn from years of love. The one you’d thrifted for him as a birthday present last year. And your heart swells.

“So, let me get this straight.” Dimples settle deep into his smile lines as his gaze bores into you. “My best friend has powers, and a crush on me?”

Your free hand finds its way to your face, running down the length with exasperation.

“Yep, pretty much. And you can add jealous bitch to that list too.”

“Well, as it turns out, Maggie is a total dud. Ran off half way through the film because she spotted some of her cheer friends in the parking lot.”

“She didn’t!”

“Oh, but she did. Although, it wasn’t all bad, meant I could smoke the rest of my stash to myself. Aaand then I passed out in the back, woke up the next morning and came straight home.” “Sounds like a shit drive-in date.” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head.

“Sure was. Maybe you and I could right some wrongs next Saturday? My treat, think of it as my apology for not calling.”

You can’t contain the grin threatening to spread across your face.

“It’s a date.”

#eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson request #stranger things x you #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #powered!reader #dumbslxtclub

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safekeeperscosm · 1 year

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tell me EVERYTHING about the SVTFOE cleaved AU, it's so good

OUGHFJFK UMM.. OKAY!!

Cleaved AU is a self-indulgent canon-divergent hypothetical rewrite @saik0m0che and I have been working on (passively 💀) since the end of svtfoe s3. but I've always had this sort of idea/concept from mid s2

other than maybe a few minor changes for s1-2, post battle for mewni is straight up where I take the reigns

first of all. Toffee doesn't die.

but star DOES still "kill him" at the end of BFM, it's just that I refuse to let his soul pass on (for unfinished business!)

the premise here takes from s2's emotionally charged magic of star's wand crystal being cleaved apart, to then cleaving her & toffee's souls together. which means they share all of each other's pain haha! so bcuz they're together, you can't kill or crystallize toff since that would harm star

but how? idk man something abt the two of them being in the realm of dying butterfly magic at the same time. something abt how toffee is no longer flesh, only decaying essence. something abt how star sorta died and came back to life just as she saved the realm. he's like a parasite!

I hc he wasn't gonna live long after BFM if star hadn't killed him off anyway. but still :(

not only does this "murderer" have to live with star at the castle (likely in the dungeon first, they'd want to break the bond of their souls), he's missing 90% of his memories — because star brutally obliterated him & he spent a very long time in the magic realm alone chanting the same spell over and over again

on the bright side, eclipsa later finds company in him, even doe he doesn't remember her (but very much trusts her 🥺)

oh yeah he & eclipsa dated in the past and became good friends after (Globgor was the one who introduced them shsghsj)

second. Glossaryck stays dead.

or rather isn't physically there with the main cast. he can't die, he just decided to let things unfold and watch at a distance

he does come around for Meteora's Lesson

rest in pudding is when star & toffee are officially cleaved! she starts asphyxiating from time to time after the funeral scenes and especially while chasing Glossy's "ghost"/reflections. he leads her to a crystallized toffee and THAT'S when they meet again. it also gives me a fun reason to do a parallel scene (redraw lol) of moon & eclipsa

you just KNOW rhombulus is gonna go through the hardest time here and he is my boy <3

lastly, SEPTARSIS!!!

this needs some episode rearranging, but maybe after Butterfly Trap, star & toffee go on a trip to septarsis with yvgeny to find a way to cleave their souls and potentially get toffee's memories back. star introduces herself as Star Johansen since everyone there hates the Butterflys. she sticks with the name from that point on

toffee does regain his memories (but can't recall them all at once, it's a process that takes time) and star is met with the revelation that he & celena were in love, making him her great great grandfather. it's also revealed how toffee managed to make the magic realm decay, and that celena was the one who helped him

oh yeah. other things;

marco pretends he's fine for his friends & family, trying to hide the fact he misses star, so his parents convince him to be the exchange student for once. but since he has dimensional scissors anyway, he visits every 1-2 weeks? not sure abt jarco. long distance? still breakup? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

he might still be an unofficial squire cause that's for fun

Pony Head CAN get a prosthetic horn. but she actually goes through some kind of character development 😭

Ludo ??? I wanna do something for him I just dunno what. Yvgeny doesn't leave so ???

the Meteora arc ??? is paced better ???

Tom is fine Tom is great

this is ofc mostly s3 as s4 makes me so angry and bored fgshjs,, in the end magic is still "destroyed" and that's how star & toffee are finally free of each other. toffee gets to fight & kill mina while the redemption spell is cast, and he's reunited with celena to peacefully pass on :)

also the MHC aren't killed off nor is "Earthni" a thing 🤮

I'm definitely forgetting a lot of other stuff! plus the au's not wholly developed aha

#cleaved au #svtfoe au #svtfoe rewrite #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #star butterfly #toffee of septarsis #toffee svtfoe #toffee star vs the forces of evil #yeah safe answers stuff

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fishyviolet · 2 years

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HEY H. HEllo im sorry if this is weird but like i saw all ur tags abt my cosplay and first i wanna say i am, very flattered that it inspires u that much... but SECONDLY! if u would like any advice on sewing n stuff and how i made it i would absolutely be happy to help!! pretty much the entire thing was handmade and i would love to share it with other ppl :]

omg... thats so swag :0 ty for the willingness to reach out to lil' ol' me... people's inclinations to freely exchange information with one another via tips trick tutorials etc in the face of capitalistic consumerism culture will never fail to bring me hope and joy and whatever (with no disrespect to those who strive to monetize things like patterns and guide series either; ya gotta pay the bills by some means and i support that 100% aswell.)

i will forsure keep thsi in mind :) and mayhap reach out if i ever see fit? for now im like . baby at sewing so i have a few smaller-ish projects in mind to help me get a bit more accustomed to Making Things, and my main bottleneck as it stands is materials bc generally one will hesitate to invest too too much into a hobby before they know if they'll actually pursue it further. so rn im mainly cutting up like. old sets of sheets and stuff in lieu of purchased materials. maybe i can invest more with holiday money or some shit im rlly stingy whatever i got sidetracked ANYWAYS.

Yes! i will absolutely come to you in da future if i have questions or whatnot. i think mentorship and such is very valuable both to teacher and student i love exchange of information . thank u so much for the offer and for your services as internet sillyposter we love splatoings im this house. 💞💞

#sewing ref #<- justin case i dig thru tags in da future #ref #yayyyyyyy:)

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zombie-ponyo · 1 year

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idk i just really need to vent idk what to do:

so i’m a freshman university student and i signed up for queer housing which i was super excited for because choosing between male or female housing was super painful, and the thought of being with other ppl who may not share the same queer identity as me but do share that same struggle/pain really took so much of that worry away.

fast forward to fall sem starting: i didn’t get a roommate that signed up for what my uni calls “gender including housing” which they promoted as safe and chill (aka housing for queer primarily trans ppl). so that fucking sucked. two things, a) the housing ppl are insanely… insane, bc not only are they being extremely deceptive and unsafe by doing this but b) they put cis girls with us, like assuming we are afab (or i mean they have that info but still) and like that’s just soooo insane and unfair to both sides but dangerous for one. like i was scared to talk to the girl abt it bc who the fuck knows?

anyways carrying on with the story: (i should’ve just signed up for a fucking single cause the worst part of having a cis roommate wasn’t even that she was cis she was just a terrible fucking roommate) long story short we (the other two ppl who live in the room next to us, our suite arrangement is two rooms with two ppl) went to her and the ra’s and explained the situation and she moved out in october and ive been living it

cut to today where my roommate sends me a screenshot of our housing plan showing that come spring semester i will have a new roommate!!!!! yayyyy… after all that rigamarole bullshit!! it happens again!!!! housing hates me!!!

it’s so wildly unfair and this time i don’t know what to do because i did a lil insta search: she’s also an exchange student??? like a language barrier may be a very possible reality and i’m just so lost and scared bc i cant do this i really can’t all i want is to not feel like the walls are closing in on me all the time. like i just want out icb this is the bullshit that is making me wanna drop this shit

like i’m a business major, THAT should be the most harrowing thing about my college experience

#transgender #lgbtqa #send help #college #rant post

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paintedhyenadogs · 2 years

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I currently remember abt some gay dating sim that I cant for the life of me remember the name of. I can vividly that at the end of one of the routes it blared some song/hymn(???) Jesus (which wasn't the best thing bc Im not christian). All I remember was that, the devs had a lil sheep mascot on their icon and that the story was abt this chinese exchange student being "replaced" by a doppleganger then being picked up by 3 guys (A professor, a thug-ish guy, and some other dude). It's fucking weird I really wanna find it. Like I remember that thug guy loses his mom in his route.

I really wanna find this game. It was on the google play store and I know it's real. I just know it.

#Paintted-rambles #Game #BL games #gay games #help me find this game

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astrxlis-archive · 2 years

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Hello again !! 😚 THANK YOU for your warm welcome Fox! <33 also the paragraphs are still duplicated in my side i do not know what's going on, but don't worry! Not much of a big deal 👌

THE MEMES too... You really took a fraction of your time to do the cake one😭 I probably am not around or maybe I am but not aware of it during that time. I'm doing alright! (i do not know my true state tbh 😅) I could say that, but really I don't think I actually am because it's really difficult to do work now, given that this so-called Executive Dysfunction is affecting me so much (ᗒᗩᗕ) OH SCARAMOUCHE! I definitely am not aware that i have said to dislike him however i'm very very glad to have my ideas help you!! I look forward to the xingqiu theme in October! 👀

Sumeru is such a cozy place, I agree with that! The enemies are great for me too, so many variety of mushrooms + eremites! I did have finished the archon quest available, due to needing to unlock reputation immediately to start progress~ it was great, Nahida is well written and I hope you'd love her too! The only concern i have is that she looks like a radish 😆 I have also finished the Aranyaka quest, it was long but it was meant to be that. I love Aranaras so much :3

Hello fellow kazuha haver~ I feel the same about getting tighnari because of the difficulties i'm having in exploring sumeru. Goodluck on getting Scaramouche too (early pity hopefully) <3 ACTUALLY I was thinking of pulling for scaramouche for funsies only, since i have ei and kazuha. But then another thing that prevents me from doing so is that i barely have built my anemo characters properly with a 4 pc VV,,, i am wondering as well if you're interested in getting candace? She's a definite yes to me given that she's a four star, but we'll see what happens! Nilou's skills are really beautiful, AND CYNO. Cyno's like the Ayaka or Xiao of Sumeru. They're beautiful, but I am f2p .......

May you get some proper rest during your gap semester Fox!! Take your nice break and make the best of it from uni for a while 💕 The heavy things that will come later on during the year isn't yet happening, however if i were to be honest... It is really overwhelming even if it doesn't scare me due to not functioning as a student at this point *sweats* I'm still trying ☺️ i also wanted to share that im seeing study posts around social media, making me think if it's a sign of anything 🤔

so i didnt knew this is getting long but it cant be compared to the long ass messages we've exchanged with each other before xD True about writing,... 5 years.. that's a lot!! I definitely enjoyed your ramblings, I liked reading it! I'm not supposed to reply to everything but I have lots of things to say for each so i cant not reply! Hehe.

— 🍰.

hewwo 🍰!!!

no dude no need to thank me❣️i tried to fix that but gave up; hopefully this one won't give me issues.

ofc i did!! i thought you'd find it a little funny too 😂 also, no worries!! i'm,,,, not sure if i should say i'm glad you're alright or not?? kfndjdnd but here, have a hug, i know exactly how much executive dysfunction can mess you up 🥴 are you back on meds or gave up?

i'm pretty sure you did when we were talking abt the irodori festival lore, but i don't remember if i replies to that ask or not... i still have three asks from july (rip) in my inbox. i'm really sorry abt that 😥

is it bad that i laughed about the nahida comment? i feel like it is but it's still funny jdndjsn i'm taking it slow, enjoying the events instead of rushing through the quests, but i'll let you know when i finish the archon one. i unlocked vanarana yesterday, and dude. i wanna squish the aranaras so much. they're so cute but so trusting it makes me worry for them so much— 🥹🥹🥹

hello~ did you get any kazuha constellations too or just him at C0? i lost my tighnari 50/50 to diluc. he's benched. that's all i have to say. and thank you!! i really do hope he comes home early. he has no choice since i'm guaranteed now. :)

dude if i show my anemo "builds" i think it might make you feel better about yours 🤧 to think i main an anemo character... i'm sorry xiao.......

hmmm... i'll wait to see how well i adapt to her fighting style, but by looks alone, i'm very excited to get her as well hehe speaking of four stars, what did you think of heizou? cyno (dreamy sigh).... please come home to me on your rerun...... i've been interested in him since i read the comics, and his skills........ and his idle animations too 🫣 i haven't seen about nilou, so i can't comment 🥲

i'm doing my best to enjoy my break 💖 only recently i've started to feel like i can relax, so that's good. yeah, i would take that as i sign, but that's just me 😂 school is overwhelming, and i hope you have a good support system with you 🥺 and if it's worth anything, i'm here to encourage you or just hand out if you need a break!

kfnskabja don't worry about it!! 5 years... is it a long time though? seems so little to me. maybe it's my old age........... jokes aside, i'm glad you're so thoughtful about the things i say and in your replies 💕

#—new mail !#—the burrow's 🍰#squints at read more #don't mess it up tumblr #in my defense i prefer to reply through my laptop but i haven't touched it in three months now #i'm either gonna bully scara like the gremlin he or i'm gonna treat him like my baby #depends on how emotional he's gonna make me #cyno is a fucking dork i love him sm #he makes me cringe sm too but im over here like yes boo you do you!! slay!!!!!#in shorter terms: i'm a simp.#disclaimer: im not that old. but your prospective of time does change.#perspective* not prospective wtf #it still baffles me i'm no longer just 20 #or that i made past the age of 18

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many-gay-magpies · 2 years

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it sounds like you had a really interesting and unique childhood!!! must’ve been nice growing up near a big ol kitchen like that. warm and smelling nice and chaotic.

wait that thing about decelis students making up a tragic backstory for jino’s scars gets 10 times funnier when you realize they did in fact burn down the orphanage. “i heard he was saving his little brother from the orphanage fire” meanwhile jino Started The Fire. also how much money do you wanna bet that he would dress up as the human torch from fantastic 4 Every Halloween. i’d bet a lot

nO BC NOW THAT I THINK ABT IT THE RUMORS AROUND THE DARK MOON BOYS WOULD BE SO FUNNY ON AN UMBRELLA ACADEMY KIND OF LEVEL BC “wait you’re brothers?” “yes” “but how if you’re all basically the same age?” “i mean we don’t have the same mom” “so your dad just cheated on all your moms??” “oh no we don’t have a dad either” NCJSJDBD and then there’s sooha and next thing you know the rumors are FLYING bc “is she like . a sister??? or is she just dating heli i can’t tell?????”

domesticity in that way is my SHIT though i love the vibe of those shared spaces especially late at night where nothing feels real. a space like that at that time has a way of stripping off layers. idk i have this scenario in my head- we know noa as kind of reserved, not very social outside of his brothers, maybe shy. what if a student walks into the kitchen to get some water or something and noa is there in his pajamas with a mug of hot chocolate and maybe they exchange a few words, and maybe is his tiredness noa suddenly seems so much softer, so much younger and more open. something like that. idk i’m fascinated by liminal spaces and bonding in them

- vrvr anon

yeah i did!! that building was an adventure to live in honestly. another funfact about it is that it was quite literally haunted—it was over a hundred years old when we moved in and it had the history to show it. if you believe in ghosts and such, i have plenty of stories to tell (mostly secondhand from my parents, specifically my mom, but they're stories nonetheless).

NO LITERALLY HSFGJDGDJ im just picturing a scene of, like, some decelis girls swooning over jino at lunch (i get the feeling ALL the guys have a lot of... er, fans at their school, not just heli), gossiping to each other like "omg hes so tall and handsome id give anything to go on a date w him" "and hes really sweet, too—did you hear about how he got his scars?" "omg no how?!?" "i heard a rumor that when he and his brothers' orphanage burned down, he held the rafters up even as they were burning just to make sure they got out safe... *sigh* hes so romantic". and then it cuts to a flashback of jino fucking throwing a fireball at the ruins of the orphanage and just saying "burn"

THE RUMORS WOULD BE SO FUNNY THO. one week everyone's saying their dad was a player that got with a different woman for each one of them, the next week they're saying jaan, jino, and solon are triplets and their parents were just WAY too active in the bedroom, a few weeks later someone is joking that they were probably made in a lab, another student suggests that they're all adopted (yes to the umbrella academy vibes lmao), and now that we're thinking about it WHAT is up with their HAIR? how do they dye it that often and still keep it that good quality? is it a genetic mutation or something? the rumors get especially wild once sooha comes around. the seven vamps have built up a reputation with their classmates as being very friendly but insanely difficult to get actually close to, preferring to keep everyone at arm's length—then some new girl pops up and gets assimilated into their group within a week and has every brother practically at her beck and call, seriously, what is UP with this chick!? did the seven brothers' secret playboy father get with an eighth woman none of them knew about, creating sooha? is she dating one of them?? MULTIPLE of them? (the brothers aren't actually too tight-lipped about their past excluding the vampire part, so the truth probably comes out eventually, but people still like to speculate.)

no god yeah... liminal spaces my beloveds... just. the aura of gas stations and train stations and bus stops and kitchens at night, and those cheap little roadside diners that you only ever go to on road trips. its just. SO much. the thought of existing in places that are only ever meant to be passed through temporarily is so much. and YEAH exactly what you said, about how existing in those places strips away layers to lay bare the deepest, softest parts of ourselves... it just gives me a lot of feelings :')

and noa too man... hybe really hasnt given him much of a personality yet beyond the stoic, intimidating one but hes still the youngest of them. i can imagine most of the students at decelis (even the older ones) being slightly scared of him because of how he comes off, but then in a scenario like that they realize he's not quite as stony and cold as he seems, and, oh, he really is just a kid like them (well. ignoring the vampire bit hsjfjfkjf)

#asks #anon 📝#vrvr anon #liminal spaces give me a lot of feelings #dark moon nonsense #dark moon universe #dark moon

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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I love ur writing sm especially when u write abt Erwin. Can u do one where basically Erwin is obsessed with the reader and would like do anything to keep her and the reader wants to be like mischievous or whatever and runs away whilst he’s on his trip and when Erwin comes back he sees that she’s gone but then Levi finds her and brings her to him and Erwin punishes her and fucks the reader like ROUGH with pain and pleasure.(With spitting kink, clit slapping, riding his face, and more)

OH MA GAWD, ANON I've been waiting for this ask my entire life

Ahem ahem

El diablo (Yandere!MafiaBoss!Erwin x Reader)

Pairing: Erwin x Reader, Erwin x You, Erwin x Y/n, Erwin x OC

Genre: Mafia!AU, Yandere!MafiaBoss!Erwin, Smut, Porn with a pinch of Plot

Trigger Warnings: ROUGH SMUT 👏👏, spanking, punishment, pain kink and oral (f receiving, riding Erwin's face) as per requested, spitting kink, clit slapping, vaginal sex, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial (yes I went with both lmao), size kink, catoptrophilia, daddy kink, breath play, choking, slightly dubcon BUT CMON THE READER IS JUST BEING DIFFICULT, mention of human and drug trafficking. Daddy Erwin is a lil mean, blacking out, creampie, Yandere behaviour, possessive smut, some parts are unedited lol

Tagging: @peachysunrize (<- I just realised that you've written some of the best smut out there, so, thank you for your service) @syrma-sensei @antoxsmith @macyomoiji @hopeless-daydream3r @shrekisshrimpthesimp (<- I heard you wanna get railed by a certain commander daddy, so I thought I'd deliver 🤣) @klinofil um who else? I've probably forgotten some ppl, pls lemme know in the comments if I have

A/N: sorry I haven't posted anything in sooooo long 😭 I was supposed to post this yesterday but life happened 💀 pls enjoy, and stay horny, I will open my inbox soon🥰🥰🥰

You knew they'd find you. Running away was stupid, but what else were you supposed to do? You knew Erwin was rich. You knew he had a company and you had felt suspicious about it because nobody ever knew what it was that his company produced, and whenever you'd ask he'd dodge your question with something else.

Erwin was smart. He was a mastermind and he could fool everyone. He had managed to fool you for months. You've been together for months. You were just a college student when he laid eyes on you and he knew he had to have you. He paid all your student fees and you didn't even know who he was.

But when you met, he was so gentle. He was kind, and he had manners. He could treat you like no other man your age could. Surely, he was a tad bit older, but everything else about him was perfect. His looks, his wallet, his apartment that you both shared.

No clear feelings had been exchanged. He used you, and in return you got to sleep on his bed and spend his money on pretty dresses. Everything was fine so far.

Then one day you come across some paperwork scattered on his desk, in his office at the top of the highest skyscraper that he owned, and then you realised exactly what kind of man he was. He was the mediator of all heroine routes in the country and your heart clenched beneath your chest when you realised you had to leave. You had to run and get out of here. He hadn't told you about this, who knows what more lied in the dark?

So you ran. You packed a suitcase whilst he was working and you escaped when no one's eyes were on you. It was so naïve of you to think he'd let you go just like that. You had figured out something about his renowned company that if you let it out, you'd ruin everything.

So, it was no surprise when the cool steel of a gun brushed the small of your back and you gasped. Your body shook in terror. You were waiting for the train at the station to take you far from here, but that was no longer an option.

You peeked behind you — it was Levi. Erwin's trusted dog. The one man army that would follow Erwin everywhere. Erwin was untouchable by all enemies because of this man. Of course he had sent him to find you. They were going to kill you, weren't they?

Your hands began to shake and your eyes widened. They were going to kill you. You knew things you shouldn't.

"I won't tell anybody anything, Levi please, I beg of you, just let me go-"

"That's not why he sent me to find you," Levi cut you.

His hand found your shoulder from behind, squeezing down hard enough to hurt. You winced and gritted your teeth trying not to make any more sounds of discomfort. There were people around you. Even if you made a scene and began shouting — even if you escaped, they'd find you. there was no escape. Erwin had connections everywhere.

"Alright," You fisted your fingers and tried your best to hide the shaky movement.

Levi smirked slightly and withdrew his gun. "Smart girl,"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were almost trembling when Levi dragged you inside the familiar office. Erwin was right there. His strong figure never ceased to bring so much tension inside an otherwise empty room.

"Leave us," Erwin said. He did not take his eyes off the paperwork that spread all over his desk. Levi obeyed and walked out of the room. and you looked at him whilst he left like a scared little prey pleading for him to stay and not leave you alone with this dangerous man.

You didn't know whether to confront this man or just be the obedient little thing that he wanted you to be. There wasn't much that you could say. He had you trapped and there was nowhere to go and do but whatever he wanted you to do.

"Are you scared of me? Now that you know who I am?" He asked and you flinched in place at the sound of his voice, but he did not look at you. Whatever paperwork he had been working on was far more important than you.

"Of course, I am. What did you expect of me? Applause?"

He chuckled. "I hardly deserve anything remotely close to that,"

"Then why do you do it?"

"Where do you think I got all this money from, y/n?" Erwin finally looked at you. "I'm a thirty-seven-year-old billionaire with a company that nobody will buy anything from, how do you think I got here?"

"You got there the wrong way,"

"There is no wrong and right way,"

You scoffed. There was no convincing this man. You knew how stubborn he could be. "Can I at least leave? No worries, I won't tell anybody anything,"

"Leave and go where?" Erwin stood up and approached you. "You have no friends, no house, no apartment, no relatives. no job. You have nowhere to go, y/n," He wrapped his arms around you and tugged you close to him. Bright blue eyes met your own and your breath hitched in your throat. He was right. You had nothing. He was your entire world. "You only have me, y/n, you know why that is?" He leaned close enough till his lips were mere inches away from yours. "Because I am all you need,"

No, you might have had nothing meaningful in your life. He may have been right. You were nothing without him. But you had to stand your ground. A choice that you would regret later.

"I don't need a criminal in my life," you turned around to leave but he grabbed your hand and shoved you back close to him. You parted your lips to speak, but he kissed you instead.

You hated yourself for how easily you melted right in. This man was a criminal. This man was a murderer. He had done things you could hardly imagine, but here you were now, letting him kiss you.

You bit on his lip harshly enough to make him pull back with a grunt. He let go of your arm, and wrapped his strong fingers around your throat, threatening to choke you. You gasped.

"A criminal, huh?" He tightened his grip around your throat but not enough to cut your air. It was certainly enough to intimidate you. "Then I should treat you like one,"

He tossed you on the floor like a ragdoll. You were on your knees and attempting to run off before you knew it, but he caught your face and forced your pretty lips to part with his fingers digging to your chin. He stared down at you with those eyes almost predatory.

You were so pretty right there. You were his pretty little girl. It was foolish of you think he'd ever let you go.

He unbuckled his pants and his cock met your lips. You parted your lips to speak, but he thrust his cock inside your mouth instead, holding your hair out of your face and keeping his cock buried in your throat.

You groaned. Your eyes burned with tears and you grabbed his strong hips that started moving, dragging his cock in and out of your mouth at a fast, urgent pace. You choked. Saliva ran down your chin, making a small puddle on the floor, and he let out those little, barely audible grunts that always drove you insane.

He petted your hair. "That's a good girl," he pulled out of your mouth with a jerk. A little longer and he would've combusted on the spot. But you were gorgeous right there, on your undoubtedly bruised knees and your pretty chest heaving up and down in deep breaths.

He picked you up so easily, settling you stomach down on his shoulder. Your head dangling and you punched his back in a pathetic attempt to make him let you down.

"You bastard-" You let out a cry when he tossed you down on his bed and it was almost pathetic how your legs were already parting for him.

"I suggest you pick your next words carefully, cause I don't think you're trying hard enough to run off," Erwin forced three large fingers in your mouth and you sucked on them so obediently. You wanted this more than you could admit, and he knew that. He knew you so well, better than anyone in the world right now.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and he pushed down the shorts you were wearing revealing your cotton panties. A stripe of slick was already there and it was enough evidence for him to ravage you. He slipped your panties down your legs, revealing your throbbing clit and your sweet hole that was clenching around the cold air of the room.

But this was still meant to be a punishment. He let down a sharp smack on your throbbing clit and you cried out. Hips lifted up against him in search for more friction as the pain only riled you up even more.

He did it again, and again, scattering strong smacks on your clit till your hips were jumping to his face and your cries echoed in the room. You could've sworn, you were going to cum just from that. Your daddy was cruel. He was cruel in bed, he was cruel in life, he was a criminal and everything made sense, but everything just felt so good right now and you were so fucking close to sweet release-

He pulled his hand back and you sobbed. "What a slutty little girl," he stroked your cheek with one hand, the other ghosting over your convulsing hole. "But since I'm a criminal, your pleasure is the last thing on my mind,"

"Y- You're not! P- Please, daddy, I was wrong, please just let me cum, please, please..."

"I need a proper apology, little girl," He eased a thick long finger inside you, immediately finding your spot, making your legs close around him, and your eyes to shut tight. "I can be denying you orgasms all night, or I can be making you cum all night till you're spent and begging for me to stop, but none would be enough because you were an ungrateful little slut that tried to leave me," he eased another finger inside you, stretching your hole, preparing you for his cock. "So, what will it be, baby girl? Choose your next words wisely,"

" 'm s' sorry, daddy, p- please forgive me..." You sobbed, all pathetic, with beautiful little tears running down your cheeks. "...please, I'll be good, I'll be good..."

The pads of his fingers were pressing against your spot but he wasn't moving them, and it was driving you insane. You needed some friction. You needed something. You tried moving your hips, but he pinned your body back down on the bed with his other arm.

Maybe he'd take pity on you after all.

"Good girl,"

He took his fingers out of you and hooked his arms around your legs bringing you to straddle his chest. He caught your ass cheeks and brought your cunt to his face.

"You're going to ride my face till you cum on my tongue like a good girl,"

Your eyes widened and you tried to speak, but his tongue was on your clit, lapping and licking and pulling it between his lips, sucking hard and your jaw dropped. You threw your hands on the bed to prop yourself as you began to ride his mouth. His tongue thrust in your wet hole and you cried out. His nose nudged on your clit and your fingers fisted around the sheets. Your sounds were intoxicating and your hips began to shake. He striked a blow to your asscheek and you cried out.

"Fuck! Please, daddy, I'm gonna cum... 'mma cum, please, please..."

He smacked your backside again, and again, till his hand was imprinted on a rosy colour on your skin, and your whole body was shaking. His tongue was fucking your hole and your clit was grinding against his nose, and it was all too much for you. You came so hard with a shout, and your body shook. Your legs closed around his head as he overstimulated you with his tongue and you grasped his hair, tearing his mouth off your cunt.

You were lying on your back before you knew it. He was standing on top of you, finally fully unbuttoning his shirt and you reached up for him, pushing his shirt down his shoulders, you brought him down to kiss you.

He kissed you hard and you could taste yourself on his lips. You buried your fingers in his hair and he let out a soft grunt, and you knew there was no way you could ever leave this man. What were you thinking?

He pulled from your lips and buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting, and leaving marks. "Mine," he groaned in your neck. "All mine," He bit down harshly enough to hurt and you trembled beneath him, but you loved each second. All you could do was agree with breathy yeses.

He pulled the leather belt from his pants and twisted you like a ragdoll on your stomach. He brought your hands to your back and tied your wrists to the small of your back with his belt tightly.

You whimpered, shaking your hands, trying to break free. He smirked. This was still a punishment after all. He sat by the edge of the bed, dragging your body with your stomach on his lap, your pretty ass in the air and his rough fingers brushing over it.

"Count to ten. If you lose count, we'll start over, is that understood?"

Fuck. This man was going to be the death of you. "Y- Yes, sir,"

Such a good girl. The first smack was harsh and it knocked a cry out of you, but the pain spread hot and straight to your cunt.

"One!"

The next smack sent your body jolting forward and tensing up.

"Two!"

By the fifth smack, you were sweating. Your backside felt like it was on fire, and your rosy skin burned as he ran his large palm over it to smooth away the sweet pain that had your cunt dripping. His bare cock was hard against your belly. Watching you shake, and whimper and trying to squirm away from his grip was a sight for sore eyes.

"S- Six!" You cried out and fat salty tears ran down your cheeks like a waterfall. Cute little sobs escaped your throat. You buried your face in the bedsheets. Your poor cunt was begging to be touched and you tried to soothe the pain by rubbing your thighs together but he landed the seventh blow to punish you for that. "S- Seven... please, daddy, 's too much... too much, I can't, it hurts- Ah!"

The eighth blow was hard. It landed straight to the dark red hand imprint of your butt cheek and it shut you up immediately. He was relentless and cruel.

"Do you think it didnt hurt? You, leaving me?" His hand reached for your face, forcing his fingers past your lips and you sucked on them obediently. He caught your hair with his free arm, to pull your head back so that he could look at your tear stained cheeks and your ruined mascara while he forced his fingers down your throat. "Daddy's precious little girl just doesn't love daddy enough, does she?"

You shook your head erratically and once he pulled his fingers out of your mouth you started apologising. "No! I love you, daddy, I love you so much, I'll never try to leave you again, I promise, I promise, I'll be good..."

"Aw, baby, I know,"

His fingers prodded to your hole and you gasped at the mere brush of his fingers all over your wet cunt. One finger slipped in easily, and then he eased in another, finding your spot immediately, and without any warning he began pumping it. You cried out. Finally some relief.

"Yes! Yes, daddy, please let me cum, please, please..."

It felt amazing. Thick fingers stretching your needy cunt thin and rough fingertips pressing over that sweet spongy spot over and over. The squelching noises of his fingers thrusting in your cunt were almost as loud as your sounds. It was embarrassing. You had enjoyed your punishment more than you should've.

You loved pain, and be knew it.

"Be a good girl and cum all over daddy's fingers,"

You needed no further prompting with how he was thrusting against your spot. Your vision almost went black and your body shook in his grasp as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm.

Before you knew it, he tossed you stomach down, ass up on the bed and thrust his fat cock inside you. You screamed. No matter how wet you are, the stretch of his girth and his size was always painful, but you loved it. He didn't even give you a moment to adjust. He started thrusting hard and fast right away. His own lust taking over him. Your wrists still bound, and your poor cunt still sensitive from the previous orgasm, you could do nothing but bury your face in the mattress and take it.

"Daddy, 's too much please-"

"Shut up, and take it," He growled, one hand on your shoulder to keep pushing you against him, the other sinking in the mattress. He listened to you as you screamed and cried, and squirmed, and sobbed melodiously. Such a pretty little thing. His pretty little thing.

You came hard around his cock. Your warm wet walls squeezed him so tight, he could have cum on the spot. But he wasn't done with you. He pulled out of you, to watch your body shaking and your sweet hole throbbing.

A strong arm hooked around you, bringing your back against his chest and bringing you to your knees.

"Look up, baby," He spoke against your ear and you looked at your reflection in the mirror by the other side of the room with blurry eyes.

You were a mess. Ruined makeup, glossy eyes, salty cheeks, bitten lips. Wet thighs covered in your slick, and his veiny arm was wrapped around your neck. Large strong fingers were wrapped around your throat. You looked like a dog, his fingers, your leash, your master, the man behind you, who looked so much bigger comparing to your small, trembling body. Your hair were a disheveled mess and so were his own. Multiple marks were littered all over the skin of your neck, your chest, your breasts. His marks you were going to carry for days. You could feel his hard cock on the small of your back. You reached back for it, pumping it between your weak fingers and a small smirk spread on his lips.

"Look at yourself, y/n," He groaned agaisnt your ear. "You're so fucking beautiful. You're my beautiful little girl and no one will touch you but me, is that understood? You're mine,"

"Y- Yes, daddy, 'm yours, 'm yours, all yours..." You breathed heavily and you let out the sweetest sound as his cock eased back inside you. Your walls fluttered around him, welcoming him back in your wet heat.

"Good girl," He wrapped an arm around your stomach so that he could feel his cock protruding from there, and the arm around your throat caught your hair, pulling your face up. He caught your chin, parting your pretty lips and spitting in your mouth. You squirmed and swallowed right away. He petted your hair "Such a good girl," before pulling on your hair to turn your face back in the mirror. "Now look at yourself in the mirror while daddy fucks you,"

"Y- Yes, daddy,"

And you looked so good right there, as his cock slammed in and out of you. His arm was tight around you, slamming you back to him while the tip of his cock abused your sensitive spot over and over and you came hard almost instantly.

You've no idea how many orgasms he fucked out of you, but you blacked out in the end, used and shaky and exhausted as he pumped his cum into you and tucked you to bed. You faintly remember him telling you how much he loves you, and how impossible he was going to make it for you to ever leave him <3

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chibinekochan · 4 years

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So I’m your my demon family bc when mc has to go to school do they go to human school or demon school and if they go to demon school how do the class mates feel abt the human being their princess amd effectively a higher up

They would go to demon school. I mean it would be strange for them to go to human school. Diavolo is worried about them being too much like a demon. So they get to be an exchange student in the human realm and the angel realm when they are a bit older.

Despite how hard that is on their dads. They both cried.

Turns out there was no need to worry at all, their little one is perfectly human.

So how do they get along with the other demons.

Since the little one has powerful dads and uncles. Everyone is a bit afraid at first but their sunny personality can win people over and they make some great friends.

It's not like they are the most popular one but they have people they can trust and have fun with.

The dads spoil the little one way too much but they learned early on to say no. So they are very modest.

Here some little extra.

First they had to let go of the little one when sending them to demon kindergarten.

*Lo being the kiddo

(Tom is the very important plushcat of the little one)

Diavolo: Today is the first day for you to go to kindergarten. Are you really ready to go?

You know that you don't have to force yourself.

Lo*: Dad, I told you that I wanna go. I know you will be lonely without me but I leave Tom here.

Lucifer: That is very kind of you.

Diavolo: I will probably be fine.

Lucifer: Anyway there is something else that we need to talk to you about. It's about who you are.

Lo: You mean because I'm the future overlord?

Lucifer: Overlord? Levi shouldn't saying things like that… No it's not about that.

Lo: Then it's because I'm human? Satan told me all about that already. I can defend myself with some magic. I'm super cool.

Lucifer: *angry* That little…

Diavolo: Not in front of the child.

Lucifer: Sorry about that. Well anyway you will be fine even when you are human nobody will hurt you.

Lo: Is that because you two are bigwigs or because you are so awesome?

Lucifer: That sounds like something Mammon would say…

Diavolo: Definitely because we are awesome.

Lo: Cool. So when do we go?

Lucifer: Soon but first you should know that you can call us at anytime when you want to come home. Even if you feel lonely or anxious you can always call us, alright?

Lo: You are the best papa and if you want to go home or feel lonely you both can call me too.

Diavolo: Such a sweet child!

Lucifer: *whispering* You know we can't call them just because we are lonely don't forget that.

Diavolo: *Sighing* I know.

Lucifer: So we got everything you need.

Lo: I'm completely ready!

Diavolo: I'm not ready at all…

*Lucifer pats him on his shoulder.*

Lucifer: I'm sure everything is going to be well. You are a strong little one and you will make many friends I'm sure of it.

Lo: You really think that?

Diavolo: Of course. You are the best child ever.

Lo: I think you are biased.

Lucifer: *mumbleing* I will punish every last one of them.

The kindergarten teacher is Simeon btw. I dunno why him but it made sense to me.

#obey me #omswd #obey me adoption au #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo

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ruiyuki-archives · 4 years

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Todomomo Childhood-friends-to-best-friends-to-roommates-to-FWB-to-lovers Quirkless AU [Part 1]

This is an AU I wrote on the todomomo discord server eons ago. Since it’s forever buried in the server now, this is a copy-paste from the chat.

Anything posted to this blog will be transcripts of old original work and not really edited, save for formatting. I have no guarantees if I will ever finish these AUs either so these will only be kept as an archive.

Originally posted: May 2018.

Part 1 (sfw) || Part 2 (nsfw) || Part 3 (nsfw)

Ok. Heres some garbage childhood-friends-to-best-friends-to-roomates-to-fwb-to-lovers quirkless AU that wont leave me alone for some few nights:

BASICALLY todo and momo knew each other since they were 5, coming from rich families as rich families do

(their moms were college friends or smth but then todo's mom got an arrange marriage w endeavor but idk lets just make enji's not as shitty of a father in this AU and doesnt abuse his family aghshcjfjsl)

BUT ANYWAY ye todo and momo grew up as childhood friends and their moms always arranged play dates for them

and momo's a super curious girl since day 1, and todo's his usual smol shy boy self

so during these playdates all the cute 5 year old shenangians happen like momo taking todo outside to explore her 20 acre backyard and them going on imaginary adventures, going through momo's mountain of books in their mansion's library, accidentally fall asleep together on the couch after a fun day n stuff

and todo slowly opens up from being shy but only to momo bc she's his first friend and a beautiful ray of sunshine and honestly who wouldnt love her

so with their families being so close they basically grow up together; todo and momo spending their summers together, always attending the same rich people balls and stuff that adults do but are boring for kids etc etc

they dont go to the same school so whenever todo visits momo she listens to him talk abt the weird stuff fuyumi and touya (dabi) get into bc theyre teenagers and honestly he doesnt understand

and at some point when theyre like 8 he talks abt how fuyumi is gushing over teenage shoujo romances and how kissing and all that lovey dovey stuff has gotta be weird and whats so special about it she wont shut up?

and momo listens intently but after todo's rant, momo, being curious as she is, is like "I wanna know what its like!!" "wat" "what its like to kiss someone!" "momo youre crazy" "No no seriously i wanna know! Can we try?" "WAT" "please :( kiss me :(" "..." "Pleaaaseeeee" "... ok fine one time"

he really cant say no to her

and so like, they have a little quick peck on the lips while theyre sitting outside in momo's garden on the swings

and a second later theyre like "..." "..." "... ew das weird lets not do that again" "yeah"

(Rmbr theyre 8)

so thats that until later.. 👀

when they reach middle school age momo moves with her family to america for a couple years bc of her dad's company

their moms still tried to let them telephone call or write letters to each other while apart

most of the letters exchanged were todo asking what momo's life was like in america, and momo rambling abt a new book or learning english or why on earth do american toilets suck (todo replies with a bunch of smug remarks and tells her to come home then)

momo checks up on todo to make sure hes making friends in middle school but ofc he tells her not to worry but really hes lonely orz

but then one day he gets a letter saying she'll be returning to Japan for high school n everything bc she and her mom are moving back but her dad is staying in the states. And she'll be attending the same high school as him!! 👀

and ya. That.. happens. LOL they meet each other on the first day at UA (prestigous school not for heroing) and theyre in the same class and they sit next to each other and wow this is too perfect

but also like, lets not forget, its been 3 years since theyve seen each other and well.

Puberty hit both of them like a train.

Welp. 👀

thankfully they havent lost their chemistry and (mostly) everything is the same.... but also different.

its like the aomine and momoi thing in knb; todo tells momo to call him "todoroki-san" instead of shouto and he goes back to (trying to) call her Yaoyorozu bc its gonna look weird to the rest of their class if theyre overly familiar w each other (especially with a wretched pervert sitting in front of momo)

but really they still call each other by name when theyre alone

(and also todo slips up calling her Momo a lot unconsciously still even tho it was him that suggested it in the first place)

and so, high school flies by with both of them being hyper aware of differences from when they were kids

shouto becomes more shoujo every passing year with fangirls and cherry blossom petals and everything and momo makes fun of him bc it was the exact thing he couldnt understand as a kid

they have a few moments of their own awkward suggestively shoujo moments too like in the home ec room on valentines day when momo tries to make chocolates but makes a mess out of the kitchen and todo passes by and helps clean up but they end up making a bigger mess and oops. Momo slipped onto the floor and todo tried to catch her but oops he slipped too and now theyre in a compromising position as aizawa walks in 😳

but does anything come out of it?... not really.

university applications come around the corner in their senior year and guess what. Their programs of choice are offered by the same university. And they both get accepted. Woohoooooo

and guess double what. Touya (dabi) suggests they rent a flat together bc why the hell not it kills two birds w one stone on their living situation (since dorms are offered to less.. wealthy.. students first or smth)

so they do. Theyre adults now. They've know each other for all their lives. Its good to have someone you trust nearby. It'll be fine, right? right?!?

WRONG.

neither of them expected to experience just how domestic they could be

ie. Momo walking into the kitchen in the morning to find todo, making breakfast, shirtless in just his pajama pants, hair still ruffled with bed head, offering her a cup of coffee

..... fuck since when did he get so hot. Wait what? Snap out of it Momo!! "three creams no sugar, here" "How did you know?" "Momo i've known you since we were 5. You like your coffee sickeningly pale that it shouldnt even be classified as coffee anymore" "..... thanks"

ie #2. Todo hearing momo calling him from the inside of the bathroom, while she's showering?!??!?!, like it was an emergency "momo what is it?" "Ummm i ran out of soap and forgot to bring a new one on the way in. Can you grab it for me?" "Wat?!" "Hand me the soap shouto. I bought a new one today, its in the kitchen. I left the door unlocked so just come in. Please!!" "... you trust me too much" he mumbles under his breath.

footnotes:

the ending of this is probably along the lines of oooo they realize some feelings happen and is it okay to fall in love with your best friend/childhood friend/roomate?!?!? and yes, the answer is yes

todo still does become friends w the deku squad while in UA

Theyve dated other people before the whole -to-lovers part (bc ya bet Imma throw in iidamomo or smth but it didnt work out) (gonna get reaaal awks when the fwb kick in)

somehow i'll throw in eri as dadzawa's daughter, some how

dabi knows

shouto doesnt even know what he knows, he just knows

> archives masterpost

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyozoru #not edited #ruiyukis unfinished aus #sorry not sorry #idk man just take it

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hermannsthumb · 6 years

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this weekend i couldn’t stop thinking abt that one dumb newt/herm college au ficlet i posted in like august so instead of writing an essay on pride and prejudice tonight i wrote a part two of it instead. enjoy, if you want.

Newton is far too eager when he answers the door, pulling Hermann in for a hug, asking him how the walk over was, even trying to sneak a little kiss. Hermann does end up allowing the kiss. “I’m only here to copy the lab notes,” Hermann reminds him, and Newton mm-hmms noncommittally and ushers Hermann inside.

“Newton,” Hermann says warningly, as the door is shut behind him and he ends up crowded against it with an eager, freckled face pressed up against his own. He prods at Newton’s shin with the end of his cane. “Only the lab notes.”

“You’re no fun,” Newton says, but he backs off graciously. He’s in sweatpants and a t-shirt that says Dad Bod in large block letters, his multicolored flora and sea creature tattoos on full display. “Okay, fine, grumpy, get comfy and I’ll grab them. You want tea?”

“No,” Hermann says, but Newton grabs a mug from his kitchen counter and presses it into Hermann’s free hand. He’s already made him a cup. The way Hermann likes, too. “Oh, fine,” Hermann says, following Newton’s advice to get comfy and slipping off his rain-damp oxfords. “But nothing else.”

“Uh-huh,” Newton says, distracted. He’s flipping through an impressively large collection of takeaway menus. “What are you in the mood for? Pizza?”

“I have homework,” Hermann says.

Newton holds up one menu. “Chinese?”

Hermann glares.

“I’ll paaaaay,” Newton says, waving it.

Hermann falters for only a minute, and that’s all the window Newton needs. He smiles. “Chinese it is!” he exclaims. He tosses the other menus into a drawer and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Seriously dude, get comfy.” Hermann casts a glance around the room. He’s never been to Newton’s dorm before. There’s a small futon stained with what looks like coffee in several spots, a ratty-looking recliner, a coffee table covered in old mugs and guitar picks and stacks of bent biology and engineering textbooks. “I cleaned up for you,” Newton says.

“Ah,” Hermann says, looking at bowl of completely dry and shriveled ramen noodles laying on its side under the recliner.

“I mean I cleaned my bedroom,” Newton corrects, and waggles his eyebrows.

“Lab notes,” Hermann says, setting his mug on the coffee table and swapping his cane between his hands so he can shrug off his parka, “and dinner. That’s it, Newton, so help me.”

“Uh-huh,” Newton repeats, grinning.

“I bought beer, too,” Newton says, kissing up Hermann’s neck, his stubble scratching Hermann’s skin in a not-unpleasant way, “if you want it, I mean.”

“The tea was perfect,” Hermann says. “Shut up and take off your shirt.”

Newton sits up, straddling Hermann’s thighs, yanks his t-shirt off over his head and tosses it over his shoulder. It lands on top of his alarm clock. He pats at his flabby, inked abdomen like he’s playing a drum. “You insanely turned on right now or what?”

Hermann is, maybe, turned on. He grips Newton’s forearms and tugs him back down to kiss him, and hears their lab books fall from Newton’s bed to the carpet below, next to the remnants of their cold rice and even colder vegetable lo mein. There’s what sounds like a fortune cookie smashing under the weight. Newton laughs into his mouth. “Whoops.”

Hermann eyes up the lab books and sighs, as Newton attempts to worry a hickey just above his collarbone. “I really do need to copy those notes, Newton.”

“You’re killing my ego,” Newton whines, but he rolls off Hermann.

Hermann kisses the tip of his nose. (Newton beams.) “Good,” he says, and sits up against Newton’s body pillow. Newton hops to the floor to gather up their notes, and Hermann finally takes in the rest of Newton’s room. He has a few wrinkled and torn posters--The X-Files, Godzilla, something Hermann doesn’t recognize--as well as art prints Hermann assumes he bought as comic cons tacked up on the walls, a record player, a lava lamp, a shriveled collection of plants on his windowsill, comic books half-hidden under piles of laundry. He also has several Polaroids of them together (Newton’s arm around his shoulder, Newton kissing his cheek, Hermann kissing Newton’s cheek, a blurry Hermann shouting at Newton about something) hanging on a string above his desk. Hermann likes those the best.

“Here,” Newton says, tossing the notebooks at Hermann, who catches them. And then, with a little ha!, Newton’s suddenly pulling his guitar out from under his bed. “Here it is!” he says.

“You lost your guitar?”

“Nope,” Newt says, sitting back on his heels. “I mean, yes, but it’s not lost anymore!” He strums it a few times, tuning it, and then pulls the rainbow strap over his head. He’s still shirtless. “Did I tell you I wrote a song for you?”

Hermann shakes his head, smiling a little. “Another one?”

“I was gonna sing it at that thing last month,” Newton says, the vague thing being an open mic night not unlike the one they met at, but at the campus coffee house rather than the student union, “but, you know.” Newton’s three-man band, tragically, broke up thirty minutes before they were due to go on when his bass guitarist and drummer staged a mutiny on account of being tired of only performing songs about Newt’s boyfriend and not covers of preexisting like they used to.

(“I can’t help that you’re my muse!” Newton told Hermann later that night as they ate cold pizza at the campus dining hall.)

Before Hermann can politely decline--he’s very fond of his short, odd, brilliant boyfriend, but as skilled a guitarist as Newton is, his original songs tend to be more like ballads and can last well beyond eight minutes and Hermann really needs those lab notes--Newton’s broken into song, eyes shut in concentration as he goes on about bowlcuts and English exchange students and holding hands under lab tables.

Hermann applauds politely when Newton’s done.

“Thank you,” Hermann says. “It’s very nice. I love it.”

“Did you really?” Newton says, beaming again.

Hermann nods. Newton tosses his guitar aside and stands up only to flop next to Hermann on the twin bed. They barely fit side-by-side in it. “Wanna spend the night?” he says, still beaming, his thick glasses askew. “We can watch Star Trek on my laptop and make out some more.”

Hermann has an essay on Wuthering Heights due for his English gen ed course tomorrow that still needs a conclusion paragraph, but the walk back to his dorm is long and it’s raining and Newton’s sneaking a strong, warm arm around his waist. “I’ll stay a little while longer,” Hermann concedes, and Newton hums contentedly and begins to wriggle a hand up the hem of Hermann’s oversized sweater. “But only a little while. I mean it.”

Hermann spends the night.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag

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impivus · 6 years

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very rushed very shit intro comin @ you all but here goes nothing ! i’m felix from the gmt tmz, i use he / him pronouns, and im gonna power nap any minute now because one thing you should know about me is that i’m eternally on the verge of passing out from minimum exertions during the day. this is my pain in the ass eunsu: not even going to sugar coat it - he’s the human personification of a headache dumpster fire all in one beefy package and i really don’t even blame your character if they just . ignore his presence because, me too !

under the cut there’s some information about him if you want to get to know more about him regardless. smash that mf heart if you want to plot.. and i will get to you ? sometime ? its an ambiguous promise but i keep them, discord is also an option so just ask if you’d prefer to plot on there. eun’s about is here but no plots as of yet because life is hard and We Cant all Have Everything

aka im lazy

* ☾ ✧ * º ━━ is that KIM JONGIN walking about ? nope ! that’s just EUN SU CHO. & i’ve been told that they work as a INFORMATION BROKER ! apparently, they are TWENTY FIVE ( 204 ) years old . some people say they are a CISMALE, DEMON ! HE is very CULTIVATED & INTUATIVE but also DECIETFUL & MENACING. i wonder if they are just as odd as the rest of us . ⇢ SYNOPSIS. MBTI TYPE / entp, the debater ZODIAC SIGN / scorpio ENNEAGRAM TYPE / 7w8 KINSEY SCALE / 3 MORAL ALIGNMENT / chaotic evil / neutral HOGWARTS HOUSE / slytherin ⇢ AESTHETICS.

goosebumps raised and feelings of growing dread, the dark corner of a room where light doesn’t reach, silver pocket - watches with dead batteries, the scratch of a record player needle, flares in the sky, bad ideas coming to life, half-assed clapping when it’s required, figures dancing within the shadows & a smile you shouldn’t trust .

⇢ OVERVIEW

literally anybody: when are you free? eun su: im forever imprisoned in my own personal hell so i am never truly "free" but i don't really have plans all next week except for monday

this is eun su, and will y’all believe me if i say he used to be a good egg before he turned into the rotten egg i’m presentin y’all with today ?? i kid u not.. bs free zone. he did once .. have a hort he was born to a cult of witches, his twin brother absorbing all the magic that was meant to be equally distributed between them in his mother’s womb, which pretty much left eunsu as the black sheep of the family. said cult had been living on a small, near enough desolated island for literal decades, entertaining themselves with magic, seeking out knowledge, observing the unassuming populace, and toying with other supernatural creatures who dared cross their paths. unfortunately for eunsu’s family, tragedy struck when one of his aunt’s tried to over throw the high priestess ( his mother ) in their coven. unyielding in her position and untouchable to the magic she was exposed to, her sister went about other ways to break the woman’s spirits, dabbling in black magic predominantly to achieve her goals. eunsu’s brother was, thus, cursed before he was even born with an incurable heart defect that would see him dead before he reached double figures. eunsu’s mother was broken not mourned over how much he missed out as on a child: but she mourned for the fact that he was the only child that harboured any magic in their veins, the only child that could’ve carried on their lineage. queue entrance of eunsu and his Whats the Worst that Could Happen Attitude. being young and naive, thought he could’ve been able to solve it by himself, solve the issues and earn his mother’s lacking affections. eun had heard about dark vessels that could miraculously grant wishes through summonings. though he didn’t have magic in his veins he had a fire in his heart, and after all, demons cared not for who or what they fed from: so long as they appeased their hunger. all it wanted in return was a good, pure soul, and that’s what the demon stole from him before it mended his twin brother’s heart, giving the boy a new lease of life that wasn’t intended for him from the start. pity that eunsu died before he got to the age of twenty, following a quick and hungry fever that overtook his frail body and too soon turned deadly. there was no surprise that, come judgement day, he was turned away at the gates of heaven, in exchange for becoming one of lucifer’s own.

as a result of being eternally cursed with immorality and a tainted soul, he's lived some hundred-odd years and is coping by making the current populace in jeonseoul suffer along with finding purpose in digging out the secrets of his past life, mayhaps trying to find the demon who cursed him.... which could definitely be a wc.. and strengthening his abilities as a demon.

his personality is a bit insufferable; eunsu keeps himself distant and cryptic, because he likes it that way. he's a real weirdo ( if u have ever watched hxh he’s hisoka.. THAT weird ) that's hard to forget: completely mischievous, dramatic, and malicious to boot. some days he's waxing poetic about the futility of having a sense of justice and the next he's using his demonic powers to make some innocent tourist think they're hallucinating as they attempt to walk into a steady flow of traffic.

ultimately life's a game to him and bih.. he’s here to have fun ! he's outlived his actual family and friends ( well, aside from his brother who he barely remembers, prolly be a wc if anyone’s interested ) and he's not looking to get attached to anyone. it would be great to Die because it’s his forever Mood but he also gets furious if anyone tries to actually expel him for real - so he'll simply prod at the world and its people until he gets the reactions he wants.

fair warning: it is a pain to genuinely care about eunsu and not many people will wanna do it. he comes and goes into people's lives as he pleases, stops reaching out once he's bored and only ever grazes the surface of a relationship based on its worth or his curiosities, innocent ppl, cute ppl, etc are just gonna be eaten up by him then dropped.

the people who will be closest to him are doubtlessly other demons ig ? but he also hates y’all too so.. don’t get too friendly like he’s not here to make friends he’s here to be Jeonseoul’s next top Demon. also since he died sumn like 200 years ago it’s possible some wizards / familiars knew of him and his coven, it’d be super interesting for someone to have known cute human eunsu in exchange for chaotic bastard demon eunsu

⇢ MISCELLANEOUS

since he’s a young demon, his horns are small and his wings barely span about two inches above his shoulder bones, he got itty bitty bat wings lbr he’s kinda pissed abt it. there’s tattoos over his scars from clashing with other demons / hunters / angels, but his devil’s mark lining the back of his neck, performed by first demon who took his soul, has never faded away.

he also works as an info broker, which ties in with the fact that he’s a contractual demon ! it's more of a hobby than a job, something he does for kicks and to restock his gambling money and alcohol money, but he offers a helping hand to solo clientele for private cases if need be, just remember to bring your negotiation skills because his manipulation skills are a1.

he's well-versed in witchcraft even if he can’t actually possess the abilities that actual witches can. while hardly the mentoring type, he could be convinced to equip people with his knowledge of latin, spells or dark magic they want if he's interested enough. then again he might decide to screw them over for kicks so ask him for favours with caution.

for someone who carries a ton of spite and secrets, he passes as an easygoing, casual literature major on the daily to disguise his true intentions. find him at the university pretending to be a student and failing miserably at it like edward’s thousand year old ass in twilight

he cheats at the casino with his demonic powers but does it infrequently enough to pass it as luck. play games with him at your own risk. casinos are one of his favourite places but he can really be found anywhere with ease but some other places he frequents are: beaches, libraries, museums, bars, etc !

he'll get on people's nerves, but getting him to care to the degree of hate is another story. living this long has numbed him; people don't surprise him anymore and he doesn't care to spend time thinking about others. the secret to getting him to turn deathly serious is as simple as telling him you can tell that he was once a good person - because the cheesy truth is he was. he just convinces himself that he's given up trying to remember his human life and finds it easier to live like he’s dead.. yknow which he is.

romance makes him queasy, he's a spiteful old bastard and the concept of sweet love rubs him 100% fictional. there's someone he fancied before he was cursed but i'll save you the story: that's a distant dream now.

he might quote romantic works or put some pretty words together but he's fake as Fuck. if he notices someone innocent and unsuspecting crushing on him they are in so much trouble. he'll kiss their hand then twirl them right off a cliff. corruption kink central right here laid ease

as of rn he’s trying to master how to teleport and shadow control but he really is like on level one and he’s got to get up to level 50 to achieve even a fifth of what these other demons can do

edit: i totally forgot to include eunsu’s ‘demonic’ title after he was banished to the perils of hell. it’s ironically just saint, and he goes around using that bc it’s blasphemous and a big ole middle finger to god himself. nobody will know his real name, but if there’s an off chance that they do, that’s a massive threat to eunsu and he’ll get his Snipers on Scene

tl;dr:

#oddintro #. I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE ── / OOC. ❞#so this is. a thing!

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homosexualeo · 6 years

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1. He spends half a semester staring at me across the seminar table, flirts with me over Instagram, Super Likes me on Tinder only to say “I don’t date other grad students, I just wanted to show you some love” when you then ask him out. I feel confident he never would have swiped right in the first place if we had never met.

2. Around others, they are aggressively friendly and even flirtatious. Although they make it a point to mention they love spending time with other people, other bodies, every attempt to spend time with them one on one gets deflected or expanded into group plans; either way they rarely come to fruition. Eventually, over text, they tell me they are dating someone. This is our primary means of communication; it is the one where my body is least present.

3. I ask S out, they say yes. After three dates they tell me they aren’t in a space for dating and intimacy is hard for them right now. We keep flirting. A month goes by and I ask to check in. They say nothing has changed; intimacy is still hard. Two weeks later I see them on Grindr. I know that Grindr is used for a lot of different reasons, but I wonder why we never talked abt boundaries around intimacy before breaking up, and it crystalizes what has transpired. It has happened. Again.

4. I meet a social media celebrity through A, a mutual friend. We have heard of each other, but aren’t connected and don’t follow the other. This is common for queer of color microcelebrities. Queers of color always seem to think my work on bodies is somehow not as relevant to our communities. They rarely connect with and uplift my work the way I see white people from fat communities. This night, I see them flirt with the tall, thin, light skinned friend we met through. They post my work about economies of care on their platform for Valentine’s Day. I am flattered, and wonder why we never even exchanged numbers.

5. I’m with S at a dance party, shortly before I ask them out. I turn around and they are talking to someone that had approached them and introduced themselves. I keep dancing. I turn around and they are making out. I leave to give them space. Sometime later my friend reappears near me. Before I can talk to them someone else approaches them. And then other. I give them space. At the end of the night I leave without having met anyone new, without being approached or feeling confident any attempt of mine to approach someone would be received positively.

6. I’m with S on a date at a gay bar. A lesbian interrupts us to fawn over how beautiful they are in their tall, thin whiteness. She only interacts with me to affirm their beauty. Later we are at a coffee shop. Someone approaches them for a blind date for a friend and they decline graciously. We are sitting at the same table but the person does not interact with me. And even later, they casually name a Black trans femme mutual friend as being ‘bad at rejection.’ I wonder if they have considered how an evidently superior handle of rejection is might correlate w an experience of having opportunities handed to you, an experience less common for those of us not tall, thin and white.

7. My thin friends tell me abt their dates and their hook ups. They seem to offer this information as if it were not imbued. My attempts at making these connections similarly are rarely successful. My messages get responded to so infrequently I have stopped sending them. I offer the emotional labor of processing their rejections with them, and am humbled to see that thin people experience this too. I try not to ask for it back; I’m not sure if they can hold it. I’m not sure I can ask for anything at all.

8. My queer friends of color commiserate abt having our hearts broken by white ppl and masculine ppl. I wonder why we aren’t dating eachother but I also know why. The people we are fawning over are all some combination of thin, white or masculine.

9. My tall, thin, light skinned friend A and I talk abt how their normatively desired body is fetishized and tokenized in communities. I have listened to their stories of people crushing on them. I know the discomfort and dehumanization of being fetishized or even just desired. I would still take it.

10. Someone messages me on a chubby chaser platform and I can tell they are also fat because their message is polite, cautiously friendly and purposefully vague. It reads like a message I would send. I wonder abt the collective social histories that have produced this dynamic, and also why this is the only platform where I have seen ‘married (to a woman)’ as a relationship status.

11. I go on two dates with a fat, white guy I match with on Tinder. I find him obnoxious and ultimately us incompatible.

12. I have a date invitation from a fat man of color older than me. I’m open but reluctant, unsure of how well our political beliefs and intellectual interests align. I accept halfheartedly.

13. I gaslight myself by saying standards and expectations are not luxuries I can afford if I want to be loved. I wonder if the people I want to love me ever tell themselves this.

14. I spend most of last Monday sexting with a guy on Grindr. He initiates race play by telling me to worship his big white cock and tell him how much better white men are. I do it willingly, eagerly, happily. It feels good that someone wants to be honest with me for once. It fucks up my sleep schedule and we never end up meeting as promised.

15. A new friend taps me on Grindr. I feel confused abt the whole situation and try to lean into it. He makes a big show abt wanting to hang out; I invite him over at 11pm and he takes a raincheck. We mention plans abt Friday but never confirm so I make other plans. When he txts me that morning I feel guilty and cancel my other plans. He says he will txt when he is free. I dont expect to hear from him and have a fine night alone, but it hurts to be flaked on. When he finally txts at 2am I check in abt our tentative plans. He apologizes that time got away from him and I say I understand but it felt bad, am honest abt it being triggering and ask him to be more mindful in the future. He responds affirmatively and over the next few days our previously casual and consistent texting throughout the day slows to a complete stop.

16. The next night, I have a reading with T. 3 of my thin friends show up. I realize it’s the first time I see S since they broke up with me the second time. A and C come from hooking up w different people. J invited someone they wanna kiss, who kisses them back. I come home and C texts me abt how cute T is; T texts abt how cute S is. My thin friends throw themselves at eachother in front of me, casually mention their easy access to sex and pretend I have not recently vented abt the difficult it is for me to meet people, even for casual sex. Everyone is angry at S when I tell them the story. They all seem to see themselves as different, as separate.

17. This is how it is and how it always has been. I have no reason to believe it will ever be different. I have no more good faith to cling to.

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possum-teethz · 7 years

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Cosmos, galaxies, waxing, full moon, night light, nightmare (you don't have to answer this one if you don't want to; it's entirely optional; I just think that it's the kind of thing that can say a great deal about a person), soothing (put this one slightly out-of-order because it seems to make for a better order poetically), Earth.

Sorry this is so late, but !! THank you for the ask!!! :D!!!!

cosmos: what’s one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?Oh gosh this got long I didn’t realize how much pent up salt I have abt this: No, I shouldn’t have to respect you if your belief was against my existence. Yes, I’m old enough to know I’m not straight. You said that me telling you that I appreciated you were “nice” about being homophobic to my face was manipulative. You being nice and sugar coating the fact that a large part of my personality and a major key to myself was something you hated, was manipulative. Telling me that you were the oppressed one for being religious and putting me in the spot where I’d be labeled as the bad person for defending my Existence was manipulative.

You sat under the claim of “love the sinner, hate the sin,” But when you tell me that me being LGBT influenced you to want to accept gay headcanons, write with me, and consume so much of those two years to what we worked on with our stories… I’d like to hope that you realize that wasn’t me making you want to sin. I’d hope it was you realizing that it’s okay to accept homosexuality.

You writing stories with me with sga characters gave me hope that you accepted me as well.

And then you left me. On my birthday. Because of the story we wrote, and because of me. Moreso because of me being gay than anything.

Left me, the person who was finally proud of identifying as bisexual at the time, because “the story we were writing is why we have to not speak anymore” But didn’t leave the other friend we had who helped write the same thing. The main difference? She was straight.

You still speak to her. And she’s still your best friend.

We speak now and we’ll talk occasionally, we’ll visit eachother’s page every so often, but there’s nothing there. A part of my existence is our disconnect and you’ll never break through that wall again.

You can’t accept something I’m proud of, and I can’t accept you for that. You worsened my debilitating fear of replacement and the overwhelming anxiety of the slightest abandonment, under the claim that me, accepting your discontent with who I loved and who I wanted to date and what I felt comfortable describing myself as, was manipulative. Me standing and accepting and allowing you to berate a key of who I was, under the press that otherwise you would claim to be the one who’s oppressed, that was not manipulative. That was not me manipulating you, but me being the one who was manipulated.

It’s almost been three years, this still affects me, and it doesn’t affect you.

You claimed to leave to protect yourself from homosexuality, I’m leaving to protect myself from someone who never accepted me in the first place. Had I done that in the first place, maybe It’d have less of an affect on my anxieties and insecurities I still have today.

I’m not a Sin. Read correctly and uncritically. And then come to me to peach.OKAY IM SO SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG IM SALTY KSDJAGH

Galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

Uhh!!! 1: Probably live on my own/with a partner!! And with that, at least One (1) dog 2: Go to japan !! I have an opportunity to next year, actually!! My school has a sister school in Japan, and every other year, a handful of students can fly there for about three weeks in the summer as a student exchange for a week/tour fir the other two week program !! In return, we also have students from there who fly to japan! I want to get a job to help save up for the flight, but I just don’t know if I wanna be away from home so far for so long :’0! 3: Recover and learn to cope and work with my mental illness as much as possible so I don’t have to live the rest of my life like a Depressed Fuck adksjghNight light: who/what makes you feel safe? Dare I be cheesy and say my boyfriend bc !! I love him !! And he’s always so supportive and comforting when I need it and its so good and hes so patient and its always so comforting and safe :’) Also my friends !!!! Even though its been a hwile since I’ve talked to them !!! Also you!! (You as in the person who sent this Ur amazing tbh :’) I really do appreciate everyhting you do for me!)Nightmare: what are you most afraid of?In a broad perspective?? Inadequacy I guess??? Not being as important to other people as they are to me? And also abandonment. Oh, and moths!

Soothe: what’s one thing that always makes you feel better when you’re upset?Honestly being able to feel the love and support others give me when I’m upset !! Also hot chocolate helps a bit. And coping through magic and stuff; even if its only small doing small spells or charms for the night or just to try and add a better atmosphere ?? It gives at least a tiny bit of comfort and sense of control

#text heavy #long post #Thank you so much for the ask omg !!!!!#spanishthealpaca #cynn answers #sorry this is so long #homophobia tw//#ask to tag

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oh look another rp ad

yo what the h*ck is up?

you can all call me nobody, or any other Quirky and Fun™ nicknames you come up with.

anyways, some quick things abt me so that you can get an idea of what i’m about before committing urself to reading this big ol ad.

+female +18 +pacific time zone, active from 6 am to 12am usually +lazy lit (as in my ooc chatter is pretty relaxed but i can crank out good quality 150-500 word replies. intros can hit 1000+ words if i’m in the Zone. samples can be provided on request) +currently looking for m/m roleplays, but willing to double and play m/f and f/f +main genres are horror, dystopian, low fantasy, urban fantasy, cosmic horror/lovecraftian horror, romance, and maybe slice of life if u got a nice plot +kink-friendly, for the most part. only limits are the typical ones. being the Nasty that i am, i compiled a nice lil list of all my likes and dislikes here: https://www.f-list.net/c/gross%20ass%20kink%20list Fav list is the “i’ll give you my firstborn child if you’ll do this with me” list, yes is the “good shit 👀👌” list, maybe is the “don’t rlly care about, but willing to try this!/in some cases this is Good” list, and anything on the no list is a hard limit. +ooc chatter friendly! we don’t have to become Super Best Friends, but communication is always good! +would prefer to play a sub. i’m super sorry abt this because i know most people also wanna play subs but. every single roleplay i’ve done in the past has wanted me to go dom and i’ve done it. it gets tiring after awhile. sometimes it’s nice to get the chance to play a twink for once. that being said i’ll dom if you’re willing to double. +ditch friendly! although i’d prefer notice, idk if you decide things aren’t working out and decide to jump ship

anyways, if you’re still interested i’ll be glad to describe what i’m looking for with more detail!

right now what i’m really craving is some nice, dark romance, possibly between some kinda yandere and the poor object of his/her/their/ect. affections. yandere is possibly some sort of serial killer, and leaves bloody confession notes for their crush at each crime scene.

i’m also really into the idea of equally horrible people falling in love with eachother and doing horrible things to both eachother and others. possibly two different rival serial killers with a nice love/hate relationship?

really there aren’t any details i’m super focused on, what i’m really craving right now is just something Edgy n Dark.

i’m totally down for talking about different plot ideas or expanding on the ones above! however, if you’re the type who likes their partners to have a slightly more coherent plot than just a few loose ideas, have i got the thing for u! all details in the plots below are totally up for discussion and change! the stars indicate how much i’m craving a particular plot. the bolded roles are the ones i have an idea for/an interest in playing!

ι ωαит тσ fυ¢кιиg тєαя уσυ αραят *** (Serial killer x Civilian)

Character A is the textbook definition of predictable and boring, or so it seems. They’re a pre-med student, having few friends and living life on a tight schedule. Class, study, work, sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. Not the type you’d give a second glance. Unknown to most, however, is Character A’s rather… dark hobbies. Having purchased a small fixer-upper on the very edge of town, they’ve used a small loan of their wealthy parents’ money in order to repurpose the decrepit house into something far more sinister. Much like it’s owner, the house appears ordinary and even quaint on the outside. But peeling away this innocuous facade, one exposes a dark secret. A soundproofed basement, filled with various and vile instruments of torture and with blood permanently stained into the concrete floor. It’s Character A’s sanctuary, where they retreat to vent their desires on whatever poor souls they’ve managed to trap. They’re careful in the selection of their victims, of course. They’ve done their research, they know what precautions to take to avoid suspicion. Lately, the town that Character A lives in has seen a decrease in the homeless population. People that no one notices missing, the kind that can disappear without anyone really caring. Character A is, of course, responsible for this. Enter Character B. Their backstory and position in society is totally up to you. Maybe they’re a fellow student, or maybe one of the few police officers who’ve noticed the disturbing disappearances of most of the city’s homeless? Or, maybe they’re some vagrant, lacking any true home and finding themselves wandering from city to city. Regardless, they happen to catch Character A’s interest. And soon, they become an unwilling object of their obsession. Character A has never experienced anything close to romanic or sexual attraction before, and so they deal with these alien emotions the only way they know how to. No matter what, they resolve to make Character B totally and utterly theirs. Even if they have to kill Character B’s family and friends in order to do so.

тнє нσяяσя σf συя ℓσνє *** (Eldritch Abomination/God x Human)

Character A is a creature made from nightmare and chaos, a primordial and ancient being that resides in the darkest, most ancient reaches of the universe. And now, for the first time in their infinite existence, they’ve become bored. Having exhausted all other forms of entertainment, they decide to don a human guise, spending to them what seems like a brief time on Earth. They live a few lifetimes, kill a few kings, and topple a nation or two, before deciding to take on yet another identity in the modern era. This is when they find themselves drawn to Character B, a human (everything besides species is up to you tbh). Perhaps it’s because they’ve spent too much time living as a mortal, but for whatever reason Character A finds themselves experiencing an undeniable attraction. They soon find themselves slipping deeper and deeper into this lust, becoming obsessed with this human and vowing to do anything in their power to make Character B theirs.

ωє киσω ωнєяє уσυ ѕℓєєρ ********* (Assassin x King)

Character A has been trained from birth to become the perfect killer. An orphan taken in by an assassins’ guild, they’ve known no other life, and have never had any thought of escape or rebellion. They’re well known as one of the best assassins in their guild, and oftentimes get the most dangerous and lucrative jobs. However, their newest assignment might prove too much even for them. Character A is no stranger to killing important figures, such as ambassadors or even princes. Though, they’ve never been hired to kill a king before, much less the one of a powerful, wealthy country, the king being Character B. Of course, their pride and greed prevents them from denying such a task, and so Character A sets out to complete their mission. From here it’s more up to you. Perhaps the assassin becomes closer than they should to the king while working undercover, trying to find an opportunity to kill him. Feelings begin to complicate things, and Character A begins to question if they can go through with it. Or maybe Character A fails their task? While attempting to sneak into the castle, they’re captured. And instead of killing them, Character B decides to have a bit of fun with them. They make Character A their concubine, and resolve to utterly break any spirit of rebellion or resistance within them.

ѕσυℓ fσя ѕαℓє **** (Demon x King/Prince) (im ok with either role!) Character A is the a member of a powerful nation’s royal family. Groomed from birth for greatness, they still find themselves doubting their aptitude for leading their country. Or maybe they’re the youngest of the princes, set to inherit nothing but meager riches and a small plot of land. Whatever the reason, they end up contacting a demon in order to achieve their goals. The tomes Character A has read say that, in exchange for one’s mortal soul, a summoned demon will grant them unlimited power. After performing the ritual, however, Character A begins to have some regrets. The summoned demon, Character B, seems to have more control over Character A than they do over the demon. Perhaps they should’ve read the fine print in the contract…

υинσℓу, ∂ιяту, αи∂ вєαυтιfυℓ **** (Demon x Priest)

Character A is a young man of the cloth, the leader of a small congregation in a rural midwestern town. He leads a simple, devout life, right up until a mysterious, dark stranger (Character B) rolls into town. Charming and charismatic, they manage to win over most of the townsfolk. Yet behind those seemingly friendly eyes, there lies something dark. A spark of ill intent, a malicious gleam that speaks of unwholesome desires and intensions. Character A is one of the few to notice this. His suspicions only deepen when he notices Character B’s powerful revulsion towards symbols of worship. He resolves to rid his town of this seemingly demonic invader, though he soon learns that Character B has their own plans for him…

тєяяιвℓє αиgєℓѕ ****** (Fallen Angel x Sacrifice) (im ok with either role!) Character A was once an angel, a creature symbolizing purity and virtue. But, through their own hubris and sin, was cast out of heaven to make their way on earth. They’ve used their time on the mortal plane well, however. They’ve managed to start a small cult about them, convincing their human followers that they are god incarnate, come to earth to cleanse the impure and gather the righteous. In order to prove their devotion, the members of Character A’s cult must make an annual sacrifice in their honor. Enter Character B. A regular human, they find themselves next on the chopping block for this year’s sacrifice. Though when Character A finds them tied up at the altar, helpless and ready to be devoured, they do something odd. Something about this human intrigues them, so much so that they decide to have a bit of fun with them before killing them…

мє αи∂ тнє ∂єνιℓ ******* (Cult Leader x Acolyte)

Character A is the leader of a large cult, which makes its base of operations deep within the rolling deserts of Arizona. A seemingly utopian society at first glance, the cult is run as a commune. No one truly “owns” anything, all property owned by the community itself, the means of production shared. A perfect society, as long as one doesn’t dig below the surface. In truth, Character A holds all of the members under their thumb. No one is allowed to leave, unless they want to face complete ostracization from everyone they know. Not to mention that they would be completely without possessions or money in the free world. The members that Character A favors live privileged lives. They live in the best housing, and oftentimes have multiple spouses. Character A has quite a few spouses as well, and are allowed their pick of anyone in the commune to do with as they wish. Those that displease Character A, however, have a very different lot in life. If they don’t simply “disappear” into the vast desert one day, they are shunned by their peers. Forced to the very edges on the commune, they are not allowed to speak to anyone. Character B is a newcomer to the cult. Before long, they find Character A’s eyes on them, and find themself being courted by them. Life seems good, for a while. Until they begin to learn the dark secrets behind the cult, of course. Will they try and escape, or do anything to avoid falling out of Character A’s favor?

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of course if none of these plots appeal to you we can def work something else out!!

anyways, here’s my contact info if ur still interested! when you first send me a message, i’d like if you’d include a little about yourself, along with any plots you’d be interested in!

gmail: [email protected]

skype: An0ther Nob0dy

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