I'm Here For Spite Gays, So I, If It's Not Uncomfortable Would Like To See Something With Valentina (i

I'm here for spite gays, so I, if it's not uncomfortable would like to see something with Valentina (i have a favorite, and I'm not sorry) comforting a fem!darling who maybe gets bullied/harrassed at their gym! (my transfem ass just wants comfort, but the reader doesn't have to be transfem, just fem)

violence mention tw, fem reader (no pronouns or genitals specified; reader referred to with fem terms)

"you feelin' any better, princess?"

valentina had you bundled up in her arms, sat between her legs as she slowly and gently scrubbed your hair with her favorite shampoo.

when your eyes slid open to meet hers, she smiled.

"i'm really sorry we had to leave early," she muttered, plunging her hands into the bath's water to rinse them. "it's a real shame what happened to that guy. karma's a bitch, huh?"

you couldn't help but giggle softly despite the memories of the day's events making you want to cringe and laugh at the same time. "kinda ironic that the guy who couldn't stop insulting my form hurt himself with his own equipment."

she couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips at the memory. it served him right, thinking he could leer at you and make snide comments about your body like that. the satisfying crunch that his foot made under the weight plate that 'accidentally' fell on it was music to her ears, just recalling it was enough to send a thrill through her. it was too bad she couldn't stay to see the aftermath...

your eyes closed again as valentina let her hands drift further down your body. you felt her trace the curves of your hips, down your navel, and rest in your thigh. her thumbs gently rubbed at some of your more sore spots.

"don't listen to a thing those dumb jocks tell you. this body is amazing."

she planted a kiss on your neck, followed by another, and another. she relished in the sweet little noises you made for her.

"you don't even need to go to the gym. you can stay here all day, let me spoil you..."

one of her hands reached to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at her when your eyes reopened. she planted a kiss on your lips.

"and you'll never have to worry about those creeps again. doesn't that sound nice?"

the adorable giggle you let out disappointed her some, despite how nice it sounded. you thought she was joking, didn't you? how sweet you were, unaware of how deep her affection for you ran.

"relax for me," she said as she went back to your hair. "you worked hard enough today. you'll take it easy for me, right?"

she smiled at you once more, and you smiled back.

"right."

"that's my girl."

Reposting in a way that's easier for everyone to see

Sub! Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

TW: Yandere themes, Mommy kink, Breast sucking, cum eating

It's your breasts that draw him in first. His eyes can't seem to stay away from your cleavage, hence why he makes you wear everything low cut. He knows you don't produce milk, it's preposterous to even think so, seeing as you've never been with child. Yet he constantly feels the urge to squeeze them, to suck them between his lips and lay there with that soft bud in his mouth, falling asleep on your chest.

It takes a while and a little bribing before you agree to let him do so without fighting. He'll allow you to take a trip to Mondstadt for the windbloom festival, with only two guards and without him. You don't even ponder the trade for a moment before you're untying the obi to your kimono and spreading the fabric apart. It's barely a freedom, but it's better than being with him.

Scaramouche pants at the sight of your chest, your nipples pebbling from the air hitting them. It takes less than a second before he's sitting in your lap, face nestled into the warmth of your tits, suckling at your nipple. He hums. You didn't expect him to hum while doing this, but he does. Little noises of pleasure and content falling from his lips as his drool slides down the curve of your breast.

He pulls away from the bud with a pop, eyes half lidded and heavy. His cheeks are flushed, mouth agape, lips plump and moist. He opens it to say something, but catches your nipple in his lips again, starting his rhythmic sucking once once.

It's a thought that you'd never imagined would occur to you, but in this moment Scaramouche, the Fatui harbinger and man who kidnapped you from your home, was actually cute. He'd long since wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you to keep you from moving as he began to rut his hips messily against you. Still on his hakama shorts, his hard cock found purchase on your stomach as he fell into a tempo.

Those lazy eyes would look up at you and you'd feel your heart actually skip a beat. It was a notion that made you sick to your stomach to think about. But that didn't stop you from reaching a hand up to pet his head, your fingers tangling in those indigo locks. He flinched, then sank into this touch, practically nuzzling his head against your hand at the same time.

“Thank you…mommy,” he'll mumble with that nipple still in his saliva filled mouth, his tongue lapping at it.

You tense. Then you think. Then you don't care. It's what he wants and you do have to uphold your end of the deal. So you keep petting him, even sliding your other hand down to grip his still clothed cock. His hips move from that slow sensual pace into a quicker thrusts, panting and whining against your tits.

“Mommy!” He whimpered, “feels so good! Thank you…ah! Hah~...hnng.”

In the year you'd been Scaramouche's victim, you'd never heard him moan like this. Never seen his eyes so big and glossy. You'd never felt his need to cum so desperately before. Nimble fingers would squeeze your waist, lips still latched on to your bud for dear life.

His hips would falter for a second, a moan muffled by the flesh of your chest. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he shook through the orgasm. You could feel his cock twitching in your hand, sputtering so much cum that it'd begun to dribble through the fabric and into your palm.

As a test of how far you could truly go, you brought that palm up to his lips. He eyed it for just a moment, then licked it clean, “Did…did I do good, mommy?” He'd stutter in a voice so sweet that you didn't believe it to be his.

“You did perfect, baby,” you found yourself answering, guiding his lips back to your breast where he latched back onto your drool covered bud. You saw his eyelids grow heavier, his blinks getting slower, until those lashes shut for good and he fell asleep on your chest, mouth still suckling at your breast even as he dreamt.

So I found Aaron Bushnell's reddit and went through his comments/posts. That young man was well read and stable as they can be. Nothing in his writings pointed to someone who was "unstable" or "brainwashed".

He held leftist and anarchist ideals. He belong to the ACAB subreddit. He recognized the evil of the US Military even though he himself was a part of it. He hated TERFS and called out fatphobia. He understood the dangers of white supremecy and the evils of capitalism.

He had a cat. He liked the show fleabag and played elden ring.

Apparently in his will he wants to leave any money in his name to palestinian relief funds. He was trying to find a new owner for his cat.

Rest in peace Aaron Bushnell. The world won't forget & we sure as fuck won't let the media paint you out to be some crazy conspiracy theorist who had no idea what he was doing.

For the girl constantly trying to get herself killed.

What about yandere prince over his favorite knight? Male reader ofc :)

I am done I deserve mac n cheese and almonds

Hope this was okay.

Yandere Prince x male reader

tw: yandere themes and being held against will

You were assigned to prince Charlie since you were little, so naturally you were very protective of him.

You two shared a very special bond of course, two best friends since childhood.

But for prince Charlie, it was oh, so much more. At first he didn’t understand it, you were there more often than not.

He remembers how often you clinged to him when you two were younger. You were supposed to be the one protecting him, he didn’t mind that.

As you two grew older, you got braver and stronger. You even spend less time with him. He noticed something was wrong with him.

An unknown feeling blossomed in his chest.

And you made it so much stronger.

It’s not really like you did anything special, you just,

existed.

He started to appreciate your existence more. How when you smiled your cheeks were dusted by pinkish colour and your eyes twinkled with such a happy flame.

How you wielded your sword and how brave you were.

He watched you, heart longing for you. For your little touches, your laughs.

Oh how he wishes you two were kids again, he would protect you from danger and you would cling to him and never let go.

You were so far away but at the same time so close. After a while, just watching wasn’t enough, he needed you back and he would do everything to make it happen.

You noticed a slight change in your environment.

It started small, maids, servants and other knights started to ignore you. They shook when they saw you and ran away.

You weren’t a violent person, so you didn’t understand what was wrong.

It hurt slightly, but you can’t just go around crying. You were a royal knight after all.

Then Prince Charlie requested you must be near him at all times, you expected that since you were his personal knight,

no more strolls through the castle and gardens. No more training. You can’t leave him, not even to eat or sleep.

You feared the last one. You feared you might grow weak, but you can’t let your prince that so you stayed silent.

You didn’t dare to eat, drink or sleep in his presence, much to his dismay. You thought it was disrespectful to even do these things in his presence, EVEN if you two knew each other all your lives.

After some time your body could in fact, not take it anymore so you fainted.

You woke up not long after, laying on the comfiest bed you had ever felt. Stripped from your armour and chained to the bed. Your first thought was that someone broke in and hurt your prince, naturally, you began to struggle. Your body was weak due to the lack of food or sleep.

You didn’t notice your Prince walking cheerfully through the door.

“Oh you are up, how wonderful”

He chirped happily. Your tired eyes followed his figure.

“Your.. highness? What is the meaning of this?”

You asked, voice raspy. Swallowing hurt so much.

“Oh you had fainted my dear knight”

he hummed as he placed something on the table. You tried to move your arms, you felt weak. Chains only rattled quietly because of your movement, it caught Charlies attention.

“Don’t you dare to move y/n”

“Just, just take me to the doctor I will be fine in few days and-“

His pale face turned cherry red in anger.

“No! You are only allowed to see me, only me! I AM taking care of you now!”

His voice boomed loudly in your ears. You winced.

He turned away from you, trying to calm down, then took something from the table, a plate. Charlie walked to the bed, and placed the plate on a nightstand, so he could uncuff your hands.

Your body felt weak, you let him sit you up.

“Now, let me feed you yeah? You must be oh so hungry, and then we can spend some time together.”

he smiled, you were too weak to argue so he took your silence as an agreement. You prayed silently that this was just a dream.

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