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Elf bf with a clan that worships fat women. They’re seen as fertile and signs of good luck, and a way to show that you take such good care of your partner that they are plump and well fed.

So he coos, holding onto your chubby belly and nuzzling into your neck, so happy while you take another bite of some cake he made for you. He just wants to keep you plump and chubby, to ensure he’s taking proper care of his beloved!

He’s deeply in love with the way your tummy jiggles every time he fucks into that fat pussy of yours, and the way your cute chubby cheeks heat up from the whispers of praise he coos into your ear.

“Absolutely stunning, darling…”

Your elf bf absolutely worships your body, grabbing your plump hips and shivering as his lithe fingers sink into your soft flesh.

He’s obsessed with keeping you well fed and happy. He wants to make sure you’re fertile and ready to bear his children, so you have to be nice and plump!

His pretty baby, you’re filling out so well… he couldn’t be happier.

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Your miscellaneous art on Twitter?? 🤯 UGH- It's so good!! 😭 Especially your DoL and 14DWY fanart. I just got into DoL, and the fanart really helps with picturing the chatacters while playing, and your interpretations on them are cute as frick 🥺❤ (Kylar moots?? 👀)

I played through TKATB this (my) morning and found that I personally enjoyed 'Defending Sol from the bullies' interaction better, all the more reason for Sol to love MC!! (Also, wasn't expecting the NSFW scene >/////< That was- Woof... 😳)

I must ask, was Sol inspired by 14DWY'S [REDACTED]? They have a lot in common, from their vibe down to their clothing, but Sol does have his own differences that makes him... Sol!

// Sol was actually a 5am brainrot (I want a pathetic yandere man) and I went thru pinterest (yes at 5am) to form a moodboard along with his choice of clothes.

// When I ended up finishing him it just hit me that his design does look liked [REDEACT] from 12DWY (LMAO). Green is one of my favorite colors. And yes I have played DoL and Kylar is my favorite.

// Conclusion, I somehow made a forbidden love child between Kylar and [REDEACT]. But I assure you Sol is his own person along with his own story and experiences same goes with Kylar and [REDEACT].

I found out how to make these heart locket gifs and I couldn't hold myself back, so I made a bunch for the yanderes I simp for

Everyone around Rachel seems to have superpowers; the weird cashier at the grocery store, the guy robbing the local bank, the hero that's stopping him... But with help from her talking raccoon being powerless won't stop her having the hero team of her dreams!

Read here:

raccoon-girl.co.uk

Webtoon

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Silas Masterlist

Silas Introduction

A sneak peak into his diary (there's alt text available)

Does his ears express his emotions

Silas 10k

He will try breastfeeding you

Do elves have magic

If you tried explaining how humans work to him

Does he let you drink from the tap

What elf cum tastes like

Silas is a human otaku

Silas with a darling who tries to run away

If another creature stole his darling

You are the only human he has eyes for

What if his nipple poked your eye

His nipples are very sensitive

Details about his outfits and would he make you dress like him

Silas with a darling who doesn't find him attractive

Making his darling live longer

Can his blood heal chronic illnesses

If other elves saw his darling

Sleeping with Silas

Silas drinking darling's fluids instead

Silas with a darling who wants to be pampered

Silas with a darling who wants to pamper him instead

If he catches you masturbating

Can elves protect themselves

Does Silas have friends

Does Silas ever realize his feelings are not platonic

Silas with a darling who randomly "disappears"

How Silas feels about feminization

Darling drinking from his tap

Silas' reaction to a human looking for his darling

Would he make you wear a collar

Would it kill darling to breed with him

Silas extending darling's life span

How far would Silas take pampering

Does Silas have a rut

Would he like a chubby darling

Riding Silas while sucking his tits

Silas with a darling who enjoys making him cry

Silas sitting on darling's face

Silas with a pregnant darling

Would Silas kill someone to make darling immortal

You are the only human he loves!

What if Silas' human was a toddler

If you die before Silas

If Silas' darling really wants to meet other elves

Would Silas marry his darling

Would Silas spank his darling

Silas with a creative reader

Would Silas ever get a "daddy" for his darling

What if reader wants to call Silas "daddy"

What type of father would Silas be

Would Silas get more needy after realizing his feelings for reader

Night care routine with Silas

Morning routine with Silas

Silas with a reader who is hyperfixates on elves

Are Silas' ears sensitive to loud noises

What past time activities does Silas allow

Short Silas penis description

How strong is Silas physically

If Silas' darling wanted to get a lover

What if Silas met another person before darling

Does Silas and reader have a language barrier

Nothing you do can make Silas snap

Silas penis size calculations

What does Silas' blood taste like

Does Silas find reader's ears cute

Silas is like a poison disguised as a warm homecooked meal

Silas with an equally airheaded darling

Does Silas feed you meat as well

Silas voice claim

Would Silas drink darling's blood

Does his pee have abilities too

Silas eating reader out

Cooking human food together with Silas

Silas is best pillow

Do elves know what technology is

Silas with a nerdy darling who's dying because they can't game

What does Silas smell like

Would Silas put you in a baby carrier

Silas with a broken darling

What would Silas search for on the internet

What Silas' house looks like

Does Silas shower

Can elves get pregnant

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This community needs a bit of spice..I'm sorry to those who don't like spicy stuff but I KNOW SOME OF YALL MUST ME THIRSTY..IM NOT THE ONLY ONE..AM I??😭😭😭

Anyways

SOL FOREVER.💚🖤💚🖤💚

ROS being woken up by MC in the night cuz MC horny, reactions ?

lol. lmao.

Elysium: lazy bed under the covers handjob/fingering but its weirdly sensual because his body is pressed up against yours and his breath is on your neck and its so warm under the duvet that you'd be sweating

Black Dahlia: quick and dirty session because she wants to go the fuck back to sleep and she 100% accidentally overstimulates you and leaves you a wreck so you don't bother her again.

Overdose: they're don't feel like getting out from the covers so they just start grinding against you until you both peak and immediately goes back to sleep, still on top of you, butt ass naked.

Cold: they're going to be mean. they're going to pull out the scariest toy they own and they are going to use it on you until you can't move. Don't bother them again.

Sweetheart: mild somno. he's barely awake but he'll just...shuffle his pants down and let you do whatever.

The Host: probably wasn't asleep anyway so you'd probably catch them in their office. someone is getting bent over the desk tonight.

NEW GENSHIN J.AI BOTS!

hi, hello, how are ya! soo, if you've been following my content for a while or have seen my bots on c.ai, you would know that these three bots were/are originially posted on c.ai. however, as i have previously stated before, i am in the process of moving some of my more suggestive/nsfw bots to j.ai! to start off the genshin move, i decided to go with these three since they're some of my most popular.

that being said, here are my newest j.ai additions for you all to enjoy featuring: arataki itto, neuvillette, and wriothesley! i hope you all enjoy! ♡

DIRECT LINK TO BOTS/J.AI BENEATH CUT!

𓆩♱𓆪 j.ai user: boovampiie.

⛧ oni-bull hybrid!itto and his cow-hybrid!partner! ⛧ neuvillette and his naughty puppy! ⛧ wriothesley and his dumb, bratty bunny!

this is their dynamic you can't convince me otherwise

Mononoke

The medicine seller wife : Part 1

Request are open

The hallucinogens have driven him mad with lust!

Local greasy rat is here. he tried to bleach his hair and failed miserably. Also, I wanted to give him those emo red pants with the checkered pattern but it looked so ridiculous I decided against it, in my mind he wears them though. He's an MCR fan of course. ((I'm not a dol artist I'm just sketching these for fun :3))

Yandere Coworker

Tw: violence, afab reader, A Lot Of Words

masterlists part 2

This is a pretty slow burn fic, enjoy yall

Minors and ageless blogs DNI please i will block u <3

You only ever talked to him once or twice, barely even remembering his name. You always mistook him as 'Citrus'. But he would correct you and say his name is Cyprus.

He doesn't speak to anyone, always working away at his cubicle. You would have to pass by his seat a few times to hand some reports, it was always barren. Nothing that showcases his personality outside work, no framed pictures, no trinkets, no keychains, and definitely no bowl filled with candies.

Yet, everyone gossips about him. He is undoubtedly attractive, you could see a faint outline of his toned muscles through his white, dress shirt. He wears a pair of titanium, rectangular glasses on the bridge of his nose. Always clean-shaven with a short, smart haircut. His skin has a healthy glow and gorgeous tan to it with barely any blemishes except the scar that cuts through his thick eyebrows and full lips. That adds to his rugged charm.

Everyone thought that his ears were weird, but refrained from talking about it, fearing that HR would pay them a visit for workplace bullying.

Your coworkers tried to buddy up with him before, either for office politics or genuine interest in him for being tall, dark, and handsome. But in the end, they failed and gave up. Because he would only talk to them about work, or not speak at all, just stare at them deadpan before telling them he has something to do.

You knew his good looks earned him your manager's favor. You have been observing him just like everyone in the room, he comes in at 9AM on the dot, and leaves at 5PM on the dot. Once his shift is over, nothing can stop him. No matter how high up there in the office hierarchy, no one can convince him to stay even as little as 5 minutes. It is especially egregious during meetings, despite being obviously nowhere near its conclusion, once the clock hits five, Cyprus would get up, politely yet albeit gruffly excuse himself, and leave the room.

You tried following his example once. You were called into HR the next day for not being a "team player". It isn't only you, even your other colleagues received a scolding for setting such boundaries while Cyprus left the building without having any sass thrown at him. It's either he gets preferential treatment or he does not give a damn if he gets fired from this job.

He disappears during lunch. Absolutely no one can find him, not in the break room, not the bathroom, and not even the parking lot. It was like a sighting of a cryptid when he would occasionally enter the communal kitchen to make himself a cup of black coffee, no sugar nor milk.

Of course, each time people would try to entertain him with small talk. Cyprus would simply reply with one-word answers or nothing at all.

Obviously, he isn't interested in letting his professionalism slip. Why bother trying to gain his approval? Whenever you had the pleasure of being alone in the coffee room with him, you would nod at him as a greeting, and he would do the same. After either one of you finished your business there, no goodbyes would be said.

There was a day when you decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator, it's always occupied and you would have to wait ages. By the time it reaches your floor, it will have already taken up half of your lunch break. Might as well get some exercise in.

You frowned at how dingy it was, but you started your journey downwards.

After reaching the next floor, you were surprised to catch none other than Cyprus sitting on the steps. He turned his head to you, seemingly annoyed at something. He has his phone in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other one.

You happen to be holding a lighter for your friend. You offered it to him, and Cyprus would gladly accept it. He grumbled out a 'thanks' before handing it back to you. Not liking the smell of cigarette fumes, you gave him an acknowledging look and left him alone.

He gazed at you pensively as you descended the stairs while blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth. The cigarette was held between his index and middle fingers.

It's been three months since you first joined this company. The only thing you knew about Cyprus is that he worked here longer than you, has a cig for lunch, and isn't a pushover. From what you learned from your colleagues, he only worked here for a year before your arrival. Right off the bat, he's already acting like this. Never sucking up to the higher-ups or going above and beyond like other newbies would.

Though, it isn't like he's a horrible worker. Cyprus wasn't the best either. He just does just enough not to get dismissed. He reaches his deadlines, has everything in writing, and would professionally call anyone out for giving him too much to do.

Since the day where you used the stairs, you would always bump into Cyprus without fail. Looks like you found his hiding spot and he is always filling up his lungs with grey poison. But you had no desire to share it with anyone, he probably would prefer to keep his safe haven unoccupied. The only constant daily interaction that the two of you had was a mutual nod.

There was a particular day when you decided to put on a new pair of work shoes. It was also the same day when you had to rush out of the building for an important appointment. You didn't realize how slippery the soles were, it took one misstep and you found yourself tumbling down the stairs.

Luckily though, your collision course was stopped by a pair of strong arms catching you before you could hit the wall.

Cyprus helped you up. But you had no time to waste, you muttered a quick thanks before rushing to flee the scene again.

His sharp eyes must have picked up what the problem is. Well, it didn't take a genius. You were already barely keeping your balance while scrambling to get back onto your two feet. So, Cyprus would apprehend you by the wrist, preventing you from going down.

"Stop rushing, you're going to slip again." He said, his voice was deep enough to feel it vibrating in your bones.

You end up taking off your shoes and assuring him you're going to be fine. He lets you go and you take off running, regardless of his command.

You came back the next day with a bruise on your forehead and another pair of shoes on your feet. Your nosy coworkers flocked around your table to ask what happened. You said your stupid shoes were too slippery, you slipped and hit your head. Leaving out the part where Cyprus helped you out at the stairs.

Just like usual, you took the stairs again during your lunch break.

You expected a nod and nothing else.

"You okay?" He asked. Which surprised you. Switching the focus from the steps to Cyprus, who is standing tall on the platform with a cigarette between his lips.

You muttered yes, and a "thanks for asking". You had somewhere to be, so you moved past him and left him there. Cyprus didn't make a move or say anything else.

The week goes by like usual. Though, Cyprus is oddly "chattier".

"How's your head?" He would ask this on random days. You would always reply with a "fine" and a "thanks for asking", not wanting to waste his precious smoking time, you left him alone almost immediately.

You had a bad day at one point, you got yelled at by five different bosses, someone took credit for your contribution, you weren't invited to lunch and you were told to work overtime. Dragging yourself down the stairs with your head hung down low. You didn't look up to nod at the male leaning against the wall.

He cocked an eyebrow as he saw you sitting on one of the steps with a somber expression.

You asked him if you could have a stick too. Cyprus handed you one without a complaint. He fired his lighter and lit your cigarette between your fingers up.

It was obvious to him that it was your first time smoking. You immediately started hacking wildly as soon as the sharp, unkind fumes hit the back of your throat. This did not calm you down at all, what a scam. You thought it would lift the weight off your shoulders like how it was advertised in movies, it gave you more stress instead.

"Bad day?" He asked, with a new amused expression on his hunky face. You confirmed it, but not giving him any details.

You said that smoking sucks and it didn't help you, looking visibly upset and at the brink of tears. Asking if he could dispose of it for you. He gladly took it from your hands.

You walked away, grumbling incoherently as you tried thinking of other ways to relieve your stress for the day.

Cyprus snuffs his older cigarette out using the heel of his leather shoes. He brought yours to his lips and closed his eyes as he inhaled the newer smoke.

Days turned into weeks, into months. It just repeats every day, you would encounter him at the stairs, and sometimes he would say something more, or nothing at all. The only notable event that happened to both of you, is that you brought back a takeaway that you didn't like and bumped into him at the stairs. You were clear as to why you're giving him a box of food, you personally hated it but you couldn't let it go to waste. None of your 'friends' wanted them either.

Luckily, he is alright with it. He ate something other than his cancer stick that day for lunch. Cyprus thanked you for it and you went back up to your cubicle.

Come Valentine's Day, you're baffled as to who left you a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates on your desk. It couldn't have been Cyprus, that's for sure. Because you come in earlier than he does.

You looked over to his cubicle to see that it's piled with Valentine's day gifts. But no Cyprus nor his belongings since it's still 8:45AM. You're more likely to catch him dead than acting enthusiastic to come to work.

Scratching your head, your admirer left a cryptic note that said:

"I like you and I want to get to know you more.

Meet me in parking lot 1-A at 5:30pm. I'll take you out for dinner.

-R."

Cyprus definitely doesn't start with an R. You tried thinking about the times where you interacted with coworkers with R as part of their initials. You may be amicable, yes, but you don't think you come off as flirty. It was all an act to not get eaten up by office politics.

God, you hope none of them had the wrong idea. You hope whoever this is, doesn't have a big influence over your boss. You're cooked if you do. Because you are not meeting them at all.

You shoved the gifts under the desk, removing all evidence of it before you attract the attention of your noisy colleagues. You were so distracted clearing your desk that you didn't realize Cyprus walked past your cubicle a bit closer than usual.

You're a bit frazzled over this. Worrying about the consequences of rejecting this mystery person, but fearing that you will be a victim of violence when you meet them at a secluded parking lot.

So you head to the break room to make yourself a drink. The room was empty, everyone was too busy fawning over their own gifts instead.

Except Cyprus, it seems.

He entered a moment later as you're filling up your cup with hot water.

"You got anything?" He asked. You whipped your head to him and saw that he was focused on fixing his own cup of coffee.

"For valentines. I mean." He leaned against the counter as he waited for the coffee machine to drip liquid caffeine into his mug.

You said yes. Roses and chocolates. You are trying to figure out who it is.

He looked taken aback. You don't know if he's surprised that you have admirers, or the fact that you look like you're being hunted.

You excused yourself with a stammer and scurried away, having your mind occupied with anxiety.

You barely paid attention to your work, dreading as the clock ticks by and inching closer and closer to 5:30PM.

When it reaches lunchtime, you climb down the stairs as usual.

"Bad day?" He asked, taking a drag out of his cigarette.

You said no. But before you could leave, he blocked your path.

"What's going on with you?" He asked, with a mild concern written on his face.

You said there is nothing wrong. You have to leave now for a galentines day lunch with your female coworkers. So you squeezed past him.

In the end, you decided not to go to the parking lot. Once you saw Cyprus leave the floor at 5pm sharp, you began packing up. Bringing your roses and chocolates with you.

However, you didn't go to the parking lot. You went straight home instead, wondering if you made the right choice.

The next morning, your coworkers were gathered in a crowd to discuss their new gossip material. You joined in, wanting to appear as a "team player" just like how the HR department wanted you to be.

"Yeah! That's so weird, do you think he was waiting for someone?"

"Must be, why else would Cyprus stay here till ten?"

You asked where they saw Cyprus.

One of them showed you a picture of him leaning against his deep blue sedan. A lit cigarette in his mouth while his hands were in his pockets. The floor was littered with cigarette butts. The photo was taken from a distance, they probably wouldn't want Cyprus to catch them in the act.

You examined the picture for any clues as to where he was located.

Your face pales as soon as you see the sign "1-A". So that was him.

He didn't come in today. Your manager said he had to take an emergency leave, so you're tasked with covering his workload.

You were gnawing on your fingernails. Feeling extremely guilty and afraid, you are not using the stairs anytime soon. You do not want to face the awkwardness.

It was his fault anyways. How the hell would you know there is an R in his name? He had multiple chances to tell you about it yesterday, yet he didn't.

But you're scared. You have no idea what this man is capable of and you value this job too much.

You refrained from going into the break room and the stairs. You would rather waste your time waiting for the elevator than to face Cyprus alone.

Only to find that he started smoking outside.

You stayed at your desk during lunch.

Only to find Cyprus doing the same now.

In the end, you found refuge in the women's bathroom. Camping there for the entire duration of your break.

He is actively trying to talk to you. But you always act like you have a bladder infection when he approaches you, urgently needed to use the toilet now.

You avoided eye contact with him and whenever you have to hand him a stack of papers, you would just drop them on his desk and rush back to your own.

That was embarrassing. Although you weren't the one being rejected, you felt crappy.

Even if he was upfront with his feelings for you, it was unlikely you would have agreed. Cyprus is too enigmatic, who knows what lies under his cool exterior? Plus, you don't like the smell of cigarette smoke.

This is crazy, you're constantly under pressure everyday. From Cyprus's silence on the matter and the fear of having your coworkers finding out about your 'relationship' with him over that one year.

You decided to head to a bar one night to drink your worries away.

It was nearly empty, save for a few patrons scattered around. You swore you saw a lot more people walk in when you got off the bus. Where did they all go?

Someone sat next to you, a stranger. A charming one too, bought you a drink. You smiled as you warily decided to chat with him.

The alcohol certainly helped to ease the jumpiness, you're calm and enjoying the time you're sharing with this man who you never met. He cracked jokes which you would laugh at and you would talk about your office woes to him in a drunken stupor.

The drinks kept coming, you were heavily intoxicated whereas he is completely sober. The man barely drank while you finished around seven glasses. The bartender didn't seem to care that you're too giggly and swaying side to side. Your speech is slurred as you let yourself relax.

The man paid his tab and rose up from the stool. He wrapped his arm around your waist and slung your arm around his shoulders. You told him that you wanted to stay here, but he didn't listen. You asked him multiple times where he was taking you, but the man didn't respond to it.

You're about to be lifted off your seat, until a fist travelling at lightning speed collides with the stranger's jaw. The impact made a sickening crack, followed by the clattering of loose teeth onto the wooden floors.

Some droplets of red got onto your cheeks and your office wear.

You sobered up a bit from the sudden attack, you were left unharmed but you couldn't say the same to your new friend.

A hulking figure was giving him the beatdown of his life, throwing powerful punches after powerful punches. The bar was thrown into chaos at the sudden act of violence, the screams, shouts and hollers were hurting your ears and head.

You threw yourself at his assailant, trying to get whoever is pummeling the man senseless to stop. He's not moving anymore! His blood pooled around his body and the two pairs of feet, including yours.

The bartender tried to break it up, this man was so full of rage, that nothing would stop him from taking out his anger on this stranger.

You cried, sobbing and begging him to stop. But he never listened, only after he was satisfied did he turn around to face you. His knuckles dripping with blood that isn't his, pecs that rose up and down as he breathed heavily. Adrenaline was still coursing through his bloodstreams, that is why his pupils were dilated within his steely grey eyes.

You were harshly tugged away by someone else. You looked behind you and it's the bartender, he brought you to safety as more people joined in the fight.

Maybe they wanted to avenge their friend, or they just wanted to beat him for bragging rights, or they could simply be drunk. Regardless, they were armed with chairs and broken bottles.

Cyprus dodged the first few blows and blocked the next ones. He grabbed an attacker by the arm and painfully twisted it, leaving him to scream and writhe on the ground. He blocked the strike from the wooden chair with an arm and punched another person square in the face, disfiguring their nose.

He delivered a devastating uppercut to one of the more erratic and violent patrons, swiping them off their feet using his leg before kicking them with enough force to push them far away.

One of them had the misfortune of tasting his deadly hook to the side of the face, knocking them out cold. Their limp body hits the floor with a deadening thud.

After that, no one dared to take him on. They're either keeping their distance or unconscious on the floor. He turned around and glowered at the bartender, who shrugged coolly and guided you to him.

Through your tears, you make out that familiar face of your quiet coworker. You were stunned with a million questions running through your head.

His massive hand grabbed you by the face, turning it left to right, examining if you endured any injury from the creep.

You were still under the influence, so you broke down crying and apologizing that you stood him up on Valentine's. You pleaded with him not to hurt you.

Cyprus supported an arm behind your back and under your knees, carrying you close to his chest as he fled the scene before he could get in trouble.

Your legs dangle as he carried you bridal style. The world is spinning and you could barely stay awake. This felt like a nightmare that you would have after pulling an all-nighter to finish a report.

But one thing that you kept your eyes on are his ears. You realized that you remembered seeing it somewhere online:

Seasoned boxers have cauliflower ears like Cyprus's

Another wonderful yandere novel with dark vibes and serious and good plot~

Big thanks to @concreteparasite for making this! It was a wonderful thing to read

Icha literally makes me FERAL! I need this man desperately. As soon I'm he brings up the soul binding, I'm sitting down and telling him to do it NOW!!!

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ℍ𝕚 𝕪𝕒'𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒.𝕚 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕡𝕡 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕓 𝕒𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝔽𝕎! 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝟛𝟘𝟘 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕪! 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕡𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪.

ℙ𝕊: 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖 ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝔻ℕ𝕀/𝔸𝔾𝔼𝕃𝔼𝕊𝕊 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝔾𝕊 𝔻ℕ𝕀 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝟙𝟠+ 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥!

long haired princess ✨👑

motivated to drop the beloveds here again

and of course my angelsona with ren 🗽

Betrothed - Illumi Zoldyck x Reader (18+)

Synopsis: After marrying into the infamous Zoldyck family, will your dedication and kindness be enough to warm the heart of your newfound husband?

Warnings: Gore, Angst, Unhealthy Relationship, NSFW, Yandere! Illumi, Sexual Harassment, Torture, Death, and many more!

Fandom: HxH, Hunter x Hunter (2011)

Chapters: Unknown, work in progress.

Notes for the Reader:

Completely Neutral! Reader (no defined gender, descriptions of skin color, blushing, hair, etc…)

Safe to read for POC, Gay/Trans/Nonbinary readers, etc…

Arranged Marriage AU, Canon Divergence

I changed the title from “Healing Obsession” to “Betrothed” but it’s the same story.

Initially I wanted this to be a fluffy Hurt/Comfort Fic, yet I can’t get out of my skin. Angst is the only thing I can write, apparently.

Momma never told me how to love Daddy never told me how to feel Momma never told me how to touch Daddy never showed me how to heal Momma never set a good example Daddy never held momma’s hand Momma found everything hard to handle Daddy never stood up like a man I walked alone, broken Emotionally frozen Getting it on Getting it wrong

How do you love someone Without getting hurt? How do you love someone  Without crawling in the dirt?

Ashley Tisdale - How do you love someone?

Keep reading

Waiting for the lotus flowers to come back...

Wei Wuxian for Mermay

So... yeah... I have a thing for possessive/yandere I guess

Do I have problems? Yeah... yes, probably--

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