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He forces me to edge for 24 hours, i look like shit and cant focus on anything other than release,, he puts nipple clamps on me and makes me straddle the arm of the couch,, slides two fingers in and slowly pumps them in and out making me moan so loud he slaps me directly on the nipple clamps,, after a few minutes he shoves me so I'm laying flat and he rams his cock in without hesitation,, forcefully pumping in and out until im begging to cum, my clit rubbing against the couch, but right before i do he pulls it out and laughs,, opens the door to a perfect bodied woman in lingerie,, she comes over and kicks me to the ground saying dogs don't belong on the couch, pinches my nipple clamps until i scream,, then takes me to the room and tells me to keep edging while she cums multiple times,, im forced to edge and call her mommy until i pass out,, and wake up to the both of them pissing on me,, as soon as i wake up im told to piss myself and edge in it until they get home (1/2)
#edging kink#bd/sm slave#patriarchy kink#piss kink#cnc free use#free use slvt#make me masturbate#cnc somno#wh0re#free use kink#cuckholding#cuckslut#cuckie#cuckwife#beta bitch#leave me in a dog cage#i like to watch#r@pe fantasy#cuckcold#slavewhore#sl@ve wife#men are superior#humiliated slave#humiliation kink
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RATS are NOT your friends at night while you're reading a scary book
#so if you didnt know. rats are nocturnal#so its 2am where i am rn. my room is pitch dark because i have my blinds shut#and im reading a scary book. lots of spooky creatures and body horror and haunted shit#and my rats. are knocking shit over and chewing on things and generally being menaces#or theyll go silent for a minute abd i think theyre chilling and then all of a sudden theyll drop a toy or something#and scare the shit out of me#they use their spooky little hands to climb on the bars of their cage. and they use their spooky little teeth to aggressively eat kibble#and i gave them new toys today. these edible foraging toys that they love#but that means my room is full of the sound of pulling on bars. or the clicking of a water bottle. or chewing. so muvh chewing#and im reading about this dead body come back to life. with like all of her bones broken. killing a guy in the most grotesque way#and its altogether a very bad experience#i was bored for the first 70ish pages but then it got really fucking good and im hooked. but its also terrifying#the rats have gone silent but now my dog is shifting in his kennel outside my room#both are terrifying. why are my rats silent. why is my dog moving. when will he move next#these animals are harassing me. whats next. my sibling's rabbit is going to break in? in roommate's cat will start scratching at the door?#if my landlord is reading this then ignore all of these tags. we only have a dog sir. no rodents or felines or whatever tf a rabbit is here#ah the rats are making sounds again. terrible horrifying sounds#i have to piss but im scared to get out of bed. i think i live here now. in bed. i cant leave#on a somewhat related note i really want to make deviled eggs rn but i have roommates that are trying to sleep#on one hand i miss living alone. on the other it makes me feel safer to have two other people here with me#even if the threat is only my imagination#and my mischievous critters
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Rand was hungry for freedom. He could almost taste it at points, just a bit out of reach. When Rachel died, she ensured he would never eat again.
Kian had freedom, so much he was sick of it. He wanted something or someone to tie him down. But he left town again and again and no one stopped him.
Rolan was starving. He had never tasted freedom before, could only imagine it. He listed to Kian and Rand speak of it and at night he dreamt of what it might taste like. He he didn’t get a chance at it, he was dead before he could leave town. He wouldn’t have known what to do with it anyway.
#jrwi bitb#sparrow speaks#last line I didn’t add for rolan: he was only a starving dog put down in the night#I love them#do u hear me !!!#rand can’t leave#Rolan tried he tried so hard#I feel a bit like a caged dog right now#sparrows soliloquy
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I keep on thinking about the intimacy of lighting another person’s cigarette with yours
The smoke filling your lungs and dancing past your lips as the other person tries to light their cig, watching how they mutter a soft curve under their breath as they sigh. Brows furrowed as you watch the lines and wrinkles of their face deepen, they go and turn to you, probably going to ask for a light from you or to take a puff from your cigarette but you’re faster, smoother, more..teasing perhaps
Closing the distance between you and them, reaching with a carefully controlled hand. Cupping the back of their head and neck, guiding them even closer to you as the orange glow of the cherry of your cigarette illuminated the small space between the two of you.
There are questions in their eyes, surprise, shock, a dull growth of somewhat akin to hunger as they watch you. Leaning closer and bumping the lit end of your cigarette with their unlit one, breathing in and tasting the smoke in your mouth as it fills your lungs. The glow of the cherry dampening for a moment before it grows, the fire catching on their cigarette as smoke wafts between both of your faces. Smoke acting almost like a veil between the two of you as you part.
Smoke dancing away like you as they stand, embers growing and catching fire more and more, smoke and fire. Smoke and fire should be a warning but you can’t help but play as you blow smoke in their face with a grin.
#latenightsleeper#writing#random writing#sleep speaks#idk#this just come to me#this one gets to leave the cage since it ain’t that spicy#the rest?#staying locked up#I’m just very gay and craving something but will not be doing anything about it#I am a fucked up dog and should not be socialized with others/lh
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girls when they are trying their best but their best isnt good enough 😔😔
#sagittarius.txt#negative#stopped gaming and the horrors have returned#im just so fuciing pissed off. at the circumstances. in general#bc im stuck sittubg here with these shit ass feelings that no one can jack about until im either old enough to do something about it or#like. idek.#bc itsblike i cant say shit to my parents bc they wont take me seriously and lird knows i dont trust any of the adults at my fucking school#and im not going to make the handful of peiple i CAN talk to more worried about me when they already have atuff going on and they cant do#anything abt what im dealing with#but i dont even WANT to go to anyone because i dont wanna get mad at people when they tell me things i alreadybknow because i KNOW theyre#tryijg to help and they cant do much and its liek GRAH#im justvin such a shit plce bc i want to reach out but i have to do it of my own violition or else i'll just fucking shut down#im like a scared dog. in a cage. and he'll come to u if u just leave him be and let him do his own thing#but like. if im the svared little dog than everyone else is the big scary human who i slowly inch closer to and then suddenly the stick out#their hand right as im near them and then i run right back to where i was before and then we're back at square 1. does this make sense#and its litwrally no ones fault but my own#i just never know how to tell what other people are thinking so i think i project how i feel about myself onto what i thibk others rhing of#me and so i go into every potentially vulnerable conversation with my guard drawn high because im just expecting people to get sick of me#always complaining but never actually trying to better myself#idk man#im normal#i peomise
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i hate being alive and i hate everyone around me and im so tired
#i stay in my room#yelling yelling yelling. dog whining non fucking stop bc my room is used as a dog cage.#then i leave my room. get yelled at. too tired to even respond im just like maybe if i kill myself right now youll leave me alone#and then i think if everything around me is so awful its because i am just really awful inside#such a disgusting deeply awful environment. thats what i am
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I LOVE YOU PAST MILO -current Milo nauseas head in a sparkling clean toilet I cleaned literally a half hour ago and then got too high while celebrating how clean it looked and feel sick now😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
#but yipppee sparkly clean. gonna put a little sticky toilet gel thing on the inside while I’m in here#maybe throw up if another nausea wave comes before I can stand up 😭#I had too much cereal and a lot of water at once and like. yuck yuck yuck I feel yucky high on the floor yucky I wish I was normal I need to#back off of weed a little to become a real person but also. I’d rather dig my own grave and bury myself in it alive than work a real job#like. fuckkkkkk I want to cry. fuck retail fuck fuck fuck I’m a failure wahhhhhhh I cant even handle beginner jobs#rattling the bars of my cage screaming crying throwing up why am I alive waahhhhhh okay nvm that’s too far it’s not that bad I’m chilling#the toilet is clean! look at the bright side. my therapist when I talked about like my mom maybe wanting to set a goal for working like a#certain amount of doordash hours and my therapists number she came up with was three hours and I was so happy like. she gets it. I am#exhausted just existing and she was like hmm you should work three hours a week. like. at most.#love her so much. it was probably a mistake but also. keeping it in my brain forever#imagine a three hour work week being backed up by my therapist to my mom like haha my therapist said I only HAVE to do three hours#god three hours still feels like a lot rn#like two weeks ago I dropped a salad in a tight packed restaurant and everyone watched me drop it and then walk back to the kitchen and wait#for them to make a salad so I could leave and fucking deliver the food and it was so embarassing and I haven’t done a single order since#then bc I get so anxious that I just exit the app if I don’t get an order like immediately which I haven’t yet so no orders.#I just get high. too high. and admire my cleaning work. it’s nice. I have to do the bathroom floor still. dog hair. dust. brother beard hair#my hair and bleach specks. I need to clean the bathroom fr. I’m excited I’m redecorating the bathroom in my mind and it’s giving me#motivation to clean it and I want to work more dooordash shifts (when I’m not this high) to save moneys to update my room and the bathroom#a little before the summer. just. replace air matress bc it’s low key a trigger now. so that’s fun. so buy a futon or smthing. and update#the bathroom into a thing that I like in my extra Milo type way. while making room for three ppl to share one bathroom. bc. it’s small#small bathroom for sure. but I’ll get it lookin good. add some cute decorations. maybe a candle or two. an incense thing for when I tak bath#slay. slay. building my dream bathroom in my mind and also. my Amazon wishlist land. and Pinterest land. I love making lists of things.
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While edging alone, i see notifications of my debit card being used at Victoria's Secret,, they get home two hours later and I'm begging mommy and master to please please let me cum,, "You want mommy to let you cum huh? You think stupid slave whores deserve that? You're gonna regret being so desperate and needy" she lowers to the floor and starts sucking my nipples and circling my clit,, laughing at how i get turned on by such gross things,, ramming her fingers in my cunt while master starts shoving his cock in my ass,, getting slapped when i moan too loudly,, the both of them picking up speed until i finally cum and squirt all over mommy's fingers,, her saying she hopes i enjoyed it bc it's not even close to over,, (insert forced cumming so many times i cry and pass out) (2/2)
#edging kink#bd/sm slave#patriarchy kink#piss kink#cnc free use#free use slvt#make me masturbate#cnc somno#wh0re#free use kink#cuckcold#cucklife#cuckslut#cuckie#brainwashing#use me pls#leave me in a dog cage#put me in my place#make me cry#men are superior#mommy k!nk#bd/sm mommy#bd/sm master
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your daughter comes to you, pigtails downturned like a sad dog’s ears. you put your book away, frowning as she climbs up the couch and into your lap. you run your hand through her hair as she lays her head down on your thighs, “what’s wrong, darling?”
“why is daddy so tall?” she pauses, “is he a giraffe?”
“no, actually he’s godzilla.”
“what’s a godzilla?”
“an animal that no zoo wants to have.”
she nods but the soft pout is still present on her lips. it reminds you of the grumpy pout sukuna has every morning when you escape from the cage of his arms.
“why? did daddy do something?”
she shakes her head, playing with the messily tied ribbons of the pigtails her father made, “no. it’s just…he’s so tall and his legs are so tall and he walks so fast and i can’t keep up.”
“who?” sukuna enters the room, a towel on his shoulder.
“godzilla.” your daughter replies.
he throws you a confused look and you shake your head as if to say ‘don’t worry about it.’
“well, dinner’s ready.” he says slowly, putting his hands on his hips.
“she wants to tell you something, don’t you, honey?” you give your daughter an encouraging look and she takes a deep breath, stumbling down from the couch and putting her hands on her hips, doing what her dad taught her when she wants to be a ‘big girl’.
“we need to talk, daddy.”
“talk then.”
sukuna realises the hesitation around her and crouches down to her level, softening his voice. “something wrong?”
“you walk too fast. an-and sometimes i can’t keep up. i don’t want you to leave me behind.” her voice grows small and she looks up at him with her lip wobbling.
“oh.” sukuna’s brows knit together, “uh, i’m sorry. i’ll walk slower next time.”
“or you could stick a leash on her hand and drag her around.” you mutter and sukuna seems like he’s actually considering the solution, “you’re influencing me too much. i need to stay away from you.”
“we sleep in the same bed.” sukuna deadpans.
“pervert.”
he rolls his eyes. “i promise i won’t leave you behind anymore.” he says to his daughter and she nods, smiling toothily as she leads him over to her tea party.
the next day, you come home to your husband and daughter surrounded in bubble wrap and cardboard, “what’s all this?”
your daughter excitedly waves you over, “daddy got me roller skates!”
sukuna only shrugs when you look over at him, “i took your advice. without the leash though.”
#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk sukuna#ryomen sukuna x reader#vera’s.jjk.library.✎#a random drabble i came up with before sleep#so if it doesnt make any sense thats why
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A familiar face pays you a visit a few days after you wake up next to a living Simon Riley.
"Captain MacTavish. You are much younger now than when I last saw you."
His crystal blue eyes widen when he realizes what you've said.
"Captain? That's what I am in yer time?" he asks, his disbelief apparent. "Did I also have a wife?"
Before you can answer him, Simon Ghost storms into the room and locks eyes with MacTavish, whose spine has gone stiff, expecting a reprimand.
"Get out, Sergeant. You're not to be in here again, understood?" his tone is austere.
"Aye, sir." MacTavish mouths an apology your way, and swiftly walks out the door, leaving you alone with the man who wears the face of your husband.
"You," he pivots on his heels to look at you, his eyes dark, swirling with fury, "are to talk to no one here. As far as I'm concerned, you're an enemy. Why the Captain hasn't locked you up in a cage is beyond me."
As you feel that unmistakable feeling of your throat tightening, your eyes well up with tears, causing your vision to blur. Your Simon would never look at you like that— never speak to you like this.
Understanding that this isn't a discussion, you turn away, clenching your jaw to suppress the overwhelming urge to sob. There is a sharp ache in your chest, a poignant sting that relentlessly pierces your heart.
But a harsh grip on your chin jerks your attention back to Ghost so abruptly your neck pops, and growls, "Don't turn your back to me, bint. I'm not done talkin'."
Meeting his gaze, your eyes betray you as tears overflow, tracing a path of glistening sorrow down your face.
"Now I see why you haven't married in this life," you choke out. "You're a bitter, foul shell of a man with no sympathy."
Angrily wiping your cheeks and grabbing at his thick wrist, you lurch it away from you.
You grab at the dog tags that have been hidden under your shirt. "I have been nothing but miserable since I met you. I loved my husband with everything I had and so painfully wished I had been buried with him."
A bitter laugh escapes your lips, and you remark, "You may share his body, but you are nothing like him."
"I don't know how anyone could ever grow to love you."
The room is quiet, except for your shaky breathing and occasional sniffle. Ghost remains stock-still in front of you, unblinking. He slowly rises to full height and silently walks out of the room.
You lift the dog tags to press a kiss onto them with a trembling hand, and your thumb runs over the engraved 'Simon "Ghost" Riley' on it.
What have you done?
it's gotta get worse before it gets better :( sorry!
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part 1 part 3
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley#multiverse cod
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There's something about gradual mind breaking that drives me wild.
Imagine this. Your life is shit, you're stuck ina deadend cubical job. 9-5 bullshit galore. One day, you're assigned to train a new coworker. She's pretty, way above your league. And yet she's kind. She compliments you and your skills honed to perfection working these bullshit shifts. But still, she's way prettier than you so you feel awkward even acknowledging them.
The two of you have lunch together. The two of you were talking, and she was still complimenting you for some reason. About how pretty your hair is or how cute your smile looks. You can't even comprehend looking anything but shit. She pouts and fiddles with her phone a bit. Then she asks you to watch a video. Suddenly you're back at work. When did the break end? No matter.
She tells you how pretty your eyes were. You smile because good girls accept compliments and tell her how gorgeous her lips are because good girls are honest. The rest of the day the two of you compliment each other.
It's beenmonth since then and both of you just keep complimenting each other. Sure, your compliments are getting kind of weird. You don't know when you started calling her Mistress as a joke, but it's hard to stop now. But she tells you that it's normal for good girls to call their Mistress Mistress so you keep doing it anyway. Besides, her compliments are getting weirder too. Mistress has made it a habit to pin you to a wall before telling you them. Then she just tells you how submissive and docile you are. She kisses you a lot now. Good girls deserve to be kissed by their Mistress ofc, so you don't complain.
Work itself is harder now. You just can't keep up like you used to. You're just so horny and Mistress doesn't help. You know that good girls are horny messes, but it's so aggravating. The tight clothes that show off so much don't help, but good girls are required to wear them so what can you do? Mistress has to pick up a lot of your slack, but she doesn't seem to mind. And besides good girls let Mistress do the work for them.
Breaks are great. Mistress shows you another video and you feel so good and good girls deserve to feel good. You feel so good that you don't remember what happens during them. You've started finding bruises and bite marks on your skin after them, though you don't know why. You don't care because good girls need to be marked. For the rest of the shift, she keeps touching you and teasing. By the end you can barely stand.
At the clock terminal, Mistress pins you to the wall and makes out with you before leaving. You're frozen by lust for several minutes before stumbling to your car.
Three months in and things are now really weird. You can't tell why anymore. Your head feels like cotton most of the time. You ask Mistress why everything feels so weird, because good girls always ask Mistress for help. She gives you some pets and kisses you, reminding you that dumb puppies don't think. Your boss threatens to fire you because of poor performance, but it's not your fault you're a dumb puppy. Everyone knows that dumb puppies don't work. Dumb puppies are to be submissive and docile. Mistress does most of the work, she's so good at it that she's up for promotion.
Breaks are so fun. Mistress shows you another video. When you wake up, you feel sooooooo good. Like all the energy built up during the morning was just released. Mistress cleans you up and then she starts working again while you heel. Then when you clock out, Mistress attaches a leash to your collar and gives you a walkies home. The walkies home is the best part.
Six months in and life is perfect. You don't work anymore and that's okay. Dumb puppies don't work anyway. You and Mistress live together at her place. You sleep in your cage and if you're a really good puppy, Mistress lets you sleep at the foot of her bed. The best time is when Mistress works. She works at home now. Your job is to be adorable by sleeping in a dog bed under her desk. Well, that and pleasure her, because a dumb puppy's only role is to be her Mistress's fucktoy.
During lunch Mistress fills your bowl with kibble and it tastes amazing. She doesn't show you videos anymore. She says you're perfect now. You don't understand what she means but it doesn't matter. Dumb puppies don't think after all.
After Mistress finishes working, she takes you on walkies and plays with you. It's so fun and nice and amazing. And if you're a really good girl, the best puppy in the whole world, she'll let you sleep in the bed with her. Your life is amazing.
#t4t lesbian#t4t ns/fw#queer nsft#t4t nsft#lesbian nsft#lesbian ns/fw#mtf ns/fw#wlw nsft#lesbian#bottomposting#hypno pet#hypnosub#hypnotized#hypnok1nk#hypno fantasy#hypnosis#petpl@y#petpl4y#puppyposting#puppy sub#bd/sm puppy
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⟁ TOUCH. ft BOOTHILL.
⠀ — yearning for sensations long forgotten behind cool steel and blue blood.
⠀ OR
⠀ — you two can get along every once in a while.
⚠︎ mechanic!reader, rev comfort, boothill is a bit of a yearner, can you guys just fucking kiss already. gn reader wc 1.5k.
“you’re less obnoxious than usual,”
your voice snaps boothill out of his daze, eyes blinking quickly as he re-registers your hands in his torso messing with a few wires.
“you sick or something?”
the cyborg keeps his gaze down, watching the careful and precise movements of your hands, actions long practiced and refined.
it's a little surprising when a flirt or some quick quip doesn't follow your comment— only a small huff of air through his nose as boothill leans further back onto his palms.
“nah. i'm fit as a fiddle.”
you spare a glance up, right eyebrow raising just a tad. you don’t believe him, and boothill’s too clocked out to notice your distrust.
though you don’t comment– not until the cavity in his stomach is closed up and all his pieces are back in place.
“that should be better,” you wipe the oil off your hands with an old rag hung from one of your belt loops. “how's that scratch healing up?”
boothill again is pulled from his thoughts by your voice, cybernetic hand subconsciously moving to the mostly scabbed and healed over cut on his jaw— the one you patched and gave him an earful for getting in the first place.
“‘s fine,” he runs his fingers over it as if he could feel the roughened skin. they linger over it just a little too long. “barely there anymore. we all done here?”
it's another comment that leaves you with a weird feeling in your gut— he always hung around, dragged out his repairs longer than they needed to take just to spend more time with you. to mess with you, ruffle your feathers while you pretend you don’t know exactly what he’s doing. it's almost disappointing when he expresses his eagerness to leave. not to mention the lack of his usual vibrato or high energy is a tad unsettling.
he tries to sit up from your work bench, but your palm against his chest pushes him carefully back down and keeps him seated. unbeknownst to you, boothill actively chokes down the simultaneous urges to swat your hand away and clutch onto it. did you know how insane your touch that he couldn’t even feel was driving him? did you know that he’d had his teeth grit since stepping one boot into your shop— the shop that he was only able to enter after giving himself a firm slap to his own forehead?
“what's with you?”
you folded your arms over your chest, eyes focussed calculatingly on the cowboy sitting in front of you. though the brim of his hat covers a good portion of his face, and his head doesn’t seem too keen on lifting.
“what’s that s’posed t’mean?'' boothill doesn’t bother looking up, as expected.
“you look like a kicked dog.”
boothill scoffs. “ain’t no sugar coatin’ it with you, is there?”
“cmon,” you sigh, unfolding your arms to place them down on your table, caging either side of the cyborg’s hips. you give a slight lean forward as you put your weight down on them, and once more boothill’s caught between pushing you away or grabbing your shirt and pulling you closer.
“talk to me, it’s weird seeing you all quiet.”
“ain’t you the one always tellin’ me to shut up?”
“boothill.”
he tilted his head back with a quiet groan, steel thumb rubbing at one of his temples. it's embarrassing, really, what he’s so hung up about.
his thoughts drift to your hands on either side of him, that although calloused and stained with oil you’ll never be able to quite fully get out from under your fingernails, are still soft. human. not exactly delicate but not…clunky. or heavy.
he’s never really been one for vulnerability. where would he even begin? he’d hardened his interior to match the abrupt loss of his fleshy exterior. he didn’t feel he had a choice to do otherwise. now he’s left with the hyper awareness of just how bulky and inelegant he is— it’s not who he was before, not what he had. it never will be.
“…just missin’ the way i used to be, i s’pose. i dunno.”
his eyes still dodge yours, pulling the brim of his hat down to block out your face from his peripherals.
“just…forgettin’ things. how things feel against my fingers ‘n whatnot.” his words are half murmured, hesitant behind his lips.
if boothill had a stomach, it would have tightened and churned at your lack of a response. now he just feels silly, like you’re about to laugh in his face for the little bit of himself he’d just bared to you.
“not that i’m moppin’ about it or nothin’,” he quickly tries to save with a clear of his throat. “i mean, this ol’ hunk’a metal come in handy now and again, don’t it?” boothill straightens up a little bit, voice evening out.
he’s still waiting for you to say something. literally anything— to give a half assed acknowledgement and let him go or call him an idiot. he eagerly awaits for you to just get either over with.
but rather than option a, or b, or even c to z, what he receives is your hand on his cheek, guiding his head to look back forward at you.
…huh?
he feels frozen. your hand is so warm, it’s making his head feel fuzzy. it’s different than the occasional touch to his face from you, one to tilt his head up so you can see his neck or a lift of his eyelid to check on his eye.
it stays in place, long enough to make the area of his face you’re touching begin to warm as well. his eyes are locked with yours now, slightly wide and filled with uncertainty. he silently prays his cheeks aren’t blue.
“you can still feel here, right?” your question is so…innocent. it’s as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. your thumb slowly smoothing over his cheekbone is enough to make him feel utterly weak.
“…yeah. yeah, i can.”
he’s daring enough to put his hand overtop yours, keeping it in place. you smile slightly at that— not a teasing grin like usual, but a genuine one.
“you know,” your other hand brushes his bangs out of his eyes. boothill’s never been touched like this before, like he’s fragile.
“you don’t have to hide stuff from me.” right now, your voice is the most comforting thing he’s ever heard. he's blanking– you’re the only thing filling his senses. the smell of oil mixed with your body wash, the way you look at him as you speak, every part of it is so…grounding. it’s almost foreign, a sensation long forgotten behind layers of metal and code.
“i ain’t hiding things from ya, sugar plum.”
“quit it with that, okay?”
your brows furrow lightly as you lean dangerously close. boothill can feel your slow, calm breaths fanning his upper lip. he resists the urge to gulp.
“i know you. probably more than you think.” you tilt the brim of his hat up gently, keeping it out of the way. it’s true, no one’s ever seen him in the ways that you have. comfortable, a little smitten, on and off malfunctioning.
“i don’t like seeing you upset,” boothill’s circuits stutter once your forehead rested against his. “so just talk to me next time.”
it’s not a request, but it’s not a demand either. perhaps “invitation” is a more fitting term.
“can we…” boothill clears his throat softly again, fingers lightly tightening around your hand. “do you reckon we can stay like this for a lil’ while then?”
you nod.
“okay.”
you pull him a little closer, enough to place your cheek against his and give it a gentle nuzzle.
you’re warm. you’re soft. you smell good, feel good. he doesn’t want to let go.
one of boothill's arms snakes carefully around your waist, and slowly your chest is pulled flush against his while you’re stood between his legs. his face finds itself comfortably hidden in the crook of your neck, all while your thumb gently tracing the shell of his ear is enough to have him purring like a cat.
“you feel nice,” boothill says quietly, voice a bit rough. the rasp is endearing as always. “real nice, sugar.”
neither of you are sure how long you stay there, nor does boothill know when his hand began clutching your shirt as if he was afraid you would pull away. but the gentle whirl and hum of his internals are oddly soothing– like a built in white noise machine that puts your mind at ease.
boothill could have sat there forever, really. nudging his nose against the smooth skin of your neck and gripping tightly at what little physical feeling he had left.
you silently ponder kissing his temple, boothill silently ponders kissing your cheek. neither of you act.
“thank ya.” boothill's voice is nothing above a whisper. “been a while since…y’know.”
you nod slowly, fingers idly twirling a piece of hair that hangs over his ear.
“you’re sweet when you wanna be.” you can’t help but tease him just a little.
“cmon now, i’m always sweet for you, ain’t i?” and he can’t help but throw a flirt back.
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#listened to i will by mitski writing this fyi#boothill#boothill x reader#honkai star rail#boothill honkai star rail#hsr boothill#boothill x you#boothill hsr#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail headcanons#hsr x reader#hsr headcanons#hsr x you#honkai star rail x you#UNEARTHLY
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if they made a homestuck movie:
VOICEOVER: it's coming...
*two drum beats*
JOHN EGBERT: *puts the disk for sburb into his computer* i'm in
VOICEOVER: this summer
*two drum beats*
ROSE LALONDE: *rolls eyes* john, stop goofing around
VOICEOVER: prepare to be stuck...
*two drum beats*
JADE HARLEY: *wakes up and looks around*
VOICEOVER: at home
*two drum beats*
DAVE STRIDER: *spins record* woah, this is off the wall, yo
*shitty orchestral cover of sburban jungle plays*
ROXY: but you don't understand! this game is dangerous!
*cut to dave leaving his clone behind at his quest bed*
DAVE: i can't do it... i just can't kill another me...
*bec noir appears next to alt dave*
ALT DAVE: he's right behind me isn't he
*fades to black as bec noir slashes a sword at alt dave's neck*
*text on screen reads "ASCEND"*
*cut to rose in her shed*
JOHN: rose, the meteor's gonna hit!!
ROSE: *grabs computer* *rolls eyes*
*text on screen reads "DESCEND"*
*cut to scenes of the war on the chess field*
*text on screen reads "RISE UP"*
*cut to john, running out of his kitchen*
JOHN: these imps are everywhere!!
*text on screen reads "ABSCOND"*
ROSE: it's all over...
*cut to the various sprites being sprited*
*cut to jake kissing dirk's head*
DIRK STRIDER: *standing nearby* *coughs* awkward...
*cut to terezi and john after game over*
TEREZI: john, 1t's 4ll up to you now...
JOHN: *gasps*
*cut to john and dave hugging*
NEPETA: *grins* :33< i ship ittttt
KARKAT: *facepalm*
*cut to terezi and vriska facing off*
TEREZI: vr1ska, you c4n't do th1s!
VRISKA: watch me!
*montage of vriska doing a bunch of random and cool stuff*
VRISKA: i can do anything!!!!!!!!
*cut to grimdark rose and dave*
ROSE: to win... we're gonna have to blow up the sun
DAVE: awww snap
*text on screen reads "NIC CAGE"*
JOHN: and i mean, of COURSE con air is the best movie ever!! what other movie would you even suggest
*text on screen reads "LIL NAS X"*
DAVE: man, this isn't even the best song in obama's whole rap career
*text on screen reads "AMANDLA STENBERG"*
ROSE: *rolls eyes* whatever, mom! i'm summoning cuthulu!
*text on screen reads "ZENDAYA"*
JADE: *petting bec* oh, who's the best dog! is it you?
*a bunch more celebrity names on screen*
*text on screen reads "BASED ON THE WEBCOMIC BY ANDREW HUSSIE"*
ANDREW HUSSIE: *sitting in chair* wait, am i still in this movie? do i still die?
VOICEOVER: yes
HUSSIE: oh poop
*text on screen reads "HOMESTUCK: THE MOVIE"*
JOHN: we're gonna save the world... or die trying
*quick montage of every single death scene*
DAVE: i think we're gonna die trying
JOHN: daaaaveeee
*text on screen reads "COMING THIS SUMMER"*
*cut to dave beatboxing*
KARKAT: CAN YOU SHUT UP?!
DAVE: are you gonna make me?
NEPETA: :33< ooooh—
DAVE and KARKAT in unison: DON'T SAY IT
NEPETA: :33< ship it
*they both sigh*
*cut to black*
#homestuck#sorry this is horrible i didn't mean to bring it into the world#john egbert#rose lalonde#dave strider#jade harley#vriska serket#terezi pyrope#roxy lalonde#jake english#dirk strider#karkat vantas#nepeta leijon#this would be hilarious though because i don't even know HOW they would fit homestuck into a two and a half hour long movie#it would be impossible
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💌♥️
olderboyfriend!Simon
"You get home safe?" you hear as you hold your phone close to your face. "Yeah." you smile at his concern, "You coming over later?" you ask.
"I'll think about it." you can hear the smirk in his voice. "I don't like uncertainty Mr.Riley." you tease, "I'm aware Ma'am." he jokes which causes a grin to from on your face.
"I gotta go, but I'll call you before I leave. yeah?" He says sighing into the phones mic. "Yeah." you respond. "Love you." he says,
"Love you too."
-
You hear the keys from outside of your door, you were standing in the kitchen getting a glass of cranberry juice (cranberry juice stans riseeeee).
Simon opens the door fully expecting you to be asleep, He took his boots and mask off. "Why're you up?" Simon asked as he took his tactical gear. Voice hoarse from yelling all day.
"Couldn't sleep." you say pouring more juice into your cup. Simon hums walking towards you. Standing by your side, he rubs your back as you take another sip from your glass. "you want to shower?" he asks softly, hand traveling down to hold your lower back. (you know when dogs do that one thing with chew toys, like they shake their head and growl, thats me.)
"took one already." you frown, "i'll be right back then." he gives you a kiss on the cheek and you watch him walk towards your bedroom.
Eventually you finish you finish your cup of juice and head back into you room and plop on your bed, staring up at the ceiling you can hear the shower running. The shower stops and you hear the door click, Simon wanders to your closet looking for some pajama pants he left.
You watch him from the bed, staring at the way his muscles flex as he opens drawers and closes them. He finally finds a pair and puts them on and lays on the bed beside you. "what'd you do today?" he asks adjusting himself on the bed, the pain in his shoulder bothering him in the position he's in. "Went to work, came home, watched some tv then took a shower, took a nap and woke up before you got here and now I'm laying here with you." you look at him and notice the little crease between his brow. you use two fingers to rub between his eyebrows, Simon kisses the fingers that touch his lips softly. "Eventful day." he laughs through his nose. "yup." you hum.
"You know you didn't kiss me today." you prod him in the forehead. "I did." he says defensively. "The cheek doesn't count."
"You didn't want to shower with me." Simon sits up on his elbow, "Cause I took one already." you exclaim, "Loser." he pokes you in the rib cage. "Here, " Simon dips his head to give you a kiss on the lips, giving you small pecks before he pulls away.
"How was your day?" You remember to ask, tracing the shape of his eyebrows. "It was good, long but good." he yawns. "sleepy?" he nods, "Are you gonna be up all night?" you laugh at his question, "Maybe."
Simon only shakes his head at your response. "Well I'm going to bed." Simon pulls the blankets over him, "you're gonna sleep with the lights on." Simon groans before getting up to flip the switch.
You feel his big frame cause a dip in the bed, "Come 'ere." Simon mutters before he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. Making sure to drape your leg over his lower abdomen.
"Simon?" you call out his name "Hm."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
my asks are open!!!!
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#ghost cod#ghost x reader#simon riley cod#simon riley#cod mw2#cod mw3#simon my beloved#ghost x you#ghost x y/n#olderboyfriend!simon
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tw: stepcest, noncon/dubcon, age gap (20s-50s), pet play, creepy-stepdad-könig, pervy-könig, fem!reader, daddy issues (kinda?) gross&mean men :(.
stepdad könig would love to treat his dumb stepdaughter like an animal, to put you in your place.
whenever your mother is away, your stepfather has full control over you. you're so easily manipulated and influenced; you'll listen to whatever he says and preform it eagerly, just to make him happy in the hopes of getting some validation from a male figure in your life. stuff that consists of you being humilated and taunted, embarrassed and degraded like you're worth nothing, that your only job is to be good for your perverse, greedy, selfish stepfather.
he even has a cage in the basement, something your mother doesn't know about. she's away on a business trip for her work, unaware and fully trusting of her husband to leave him with you. he'll collars you, putting you into the dog cage and locking it there. if you're hungry, he'll treat you to his special. just open your mouth, let him cover your eyes-- oh, and relax your throat a little, schatz!
you're always on edge around him. you know exactly what he's like, his disgusting and deranged needs for his college stepdaughter.
fighting sleep in the dog cage in fear that he'll sneak down and take advantage of you when you're unexpecting and easy. he's done it before. you were awoken to the feeling of pain down between your thighs. feeling sensitive and raw, you opened your eyes, hearing heavy breathing. unable to see who it was, you listened... and when you struggled against him, a familiar voice whispered beside your ear, in an attempt to soothe you. “it’s alright, liebling.-- let your stepfather take what he deserves, prinzessin...”
you can only shake and sob when you're underneath him. it's humilating — humilating to sit in a bath while he watches from above, scarily and eerily perving on you. his hands never leave, the reach lower ‘til they're pumping inside you. and when you're quiet, he pets you like an obedient dog, a good dog learning. he always brushes aside your worries selfishly for his own gross, disgusting needs...
“relax, my dear. let me fill this pretty pussy..-ja, you take it so well, no need to panic, my girl.”
#banner credit: @saradika#i am frothing at the mouth for this :3#he could treat me so inhumane and i'd let him!!#because... it's könig of course :3#tw: stepcest#tw: noncon#tw: dubcon#tw: dark content#orla speaks#könig call of duty#könig fanfiction#könig cod#könig x reader#könig mw2#konig x reader#konig x reader smut#cod konig#konig call of duty#konig mw2#konig cod#konig
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guard dog
bi-han/reader
summary: your husband doesn’t like when other men flirt with you.
tags: established relationship, fluff, protective! bi-han, sunshine/moody duo bc i live for this
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.❅.* :☆ﾟ. ───
“I’m telling you,” Johnny runs a hand through chestnut hair. “You’re drop-dead gorgeous! You could seriously be a model!” He gushes, giving a grin to you. You chuckle softly, waving him off. “I dunno about that, but thank you.” You respond calmly. A chill washes over the two of you, cold fingers curling into your waist. Bi-Han, your husband, glares at Johnny over your shoulder. “Hey, man- convince your wife to become a model for me.” The actor chuckles. “I wanna see her on Vogue!”
Bi-Han growls softly, pulling you a little closer. “She’s off-limits, Cage.” He grumbles. You simply laugh, patting your husband’s strong forearm. “Relax, hun. It’s fine.” You assure him. Bi-Han gives Johnny a wary look, but when he looks at you, that coldness melts. “Come. We should start preparations for our evening early.” He nudges your side gently, guiding you away from Cage. The ninja gives Johnny a pointed glare over his shoulder, a silent warning to back off from his wife. Johnny snorts with amusement, shaking his head as he chuckles.
—
Sitting at his side, like always, you put your fork down gently, finishing with your meal. Dinner was always nice. The atmosphere was always so calm, a hint of normalcy to this crazy life your lover’s dragged you into. A foot nudges yours beneath the table, and you look up. Raiden gives a shy smile, and you smile back. “How have you been, my lady?” He asks politely. “Well. How about you?” Your response has your husband glancing to you, then to Raiden.
Bi-Han grips his glass, raising it to his lips to sip his water. His brown eyes scan over Raiden, who keeps talking to you. What are his motives..? Bi-Han thinks to himself. Clearing his throat, his fingers thread through yours, squeezing gently; just to bring your attention to him a little. Smiling at your lover, you squeeze back, warm palm sitting in his. Bi-Han smiles slightly at you, a rare sight. You return to your conversation with Raiden, and as Bi-Han listens, he figures out that the young man is just being friendly. It’s nothing to work himself up over, Raiden isn’t like Cage. Speaking of… his eyes scan across the table, spotting Johnny flirting with someone else. Rolling his eyes, Bi-Han returns to his meal, not letting go of your hand.
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Reading is a calming activity. Bi-Han is busy training across the yard, you’ve chosen to sit beneath a tree, book in hand. It’s idyllic, soothing. You hear boots crunching on leaves, approaching you. “Hello.” A voice greets, and you look up. Tomas, always nice company. “Tomas,” you smile in greeting, letting him sit beside you. “How’s my brother been treating you? Good?” Tomas asks softly, smiling back. His mask is down around his neck, so you can see his face.
“Of course.” You nod. “That’s good,” your friend responds, glancing to the book you hold. “Catching up on your reading?” Tomas chuckles, still smiling at you. “Finally, yes.” You share his soft laugh. “I want to ask… would you accompany me to lunch tomorrow?” He asks, leaning a little closer. Thinking nothing of his offer, you nod. “Of course. I’d love to.” You reply, smiling at him. “Great,” Tomas smiles back. “I think you deserve a better man than my brother… he can be really cold.” He murmurs, fingers moving up to gently touch your cheek. You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. “Nonsense, Tomas. Bi-Han treats me well.” You respond to him, letting him touch you.
Boots storm over, a rough hand snatching Tomas harshly, tugging him up and slamming him to the tree. “Tomas-“ Bi-Han growls, not appreciating his adoptive brother’s attempts at wiping his wife. “Relax.” Tomas responds smoothly, resting a hand on his brother’s strong forearm. “Just offering lunch.” He smirks at his brother. Tomas has always been mischievous, he loves getting under his brothers’ skin. Eyes filled with anger, Bi-Han lands a harsh punch to Tomas’ jaw. “Bi-Han..!” your eyes widen, getting up to grab your husband’s arm before he could hit his brother again. “Unhand me.” Bi-Han growls, but he doesn’t tug against you, letting you pull him away from Tomas. “No- stop it. You can’t just punch him!” You frown, squeezing your husband’s arm. He scowls, frost biting at his fingers, ready to hurt Tomas again. “Leave my wife alone.” He commands, dismissing his little brother.
Sighing, you let go of Bi-Han’s arm, watching Tomas chuckle and leave. “Bi-Han.” You speak, but he cuts you off. “Don’t,” he growls, pulling you to his chest. “You’re mine. No more flirting with him.” The tall man scowls. “I wasn’t-“ he grasps your jaw, gently, tilting your head to steal a kiss to silence you. “I saw him touching you. I know he thinks I’m not enough for you,” Bi-Han grumbles, fingers gently squeezing your cheeks. “You are my wife. I am the one who married you. I don’t appreciate him thinking he can steal you away from me…” he whispers, kissing you again. “No one’s stealing me,” you giggle softly, shaking your head. “I’m yours.” You add on, hands moving to rest on his sides. Bi-Han hums, satisfied with your response. “Good. I won’t let any man flirt with you.” He murmurs, squeezing you close to the flat plane of his chest. “Mhm. I know.” You chuckle, letting his forehead rest to yours.
#mk1 2023#mk1 x reader#bi-han x reader#bi han#bi-han#bi han x reader#bi han sub zero#bi han x you#| kenshiluvr
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