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Making porn of your self insert is so fucking great. Like you can draw or write whatever smut you want that is curated to your specific tastes. Because it's YOU, and you know what makes your loins burn.
And with that power you can absolutely go feral having your F/O rail you so hard the fucking tectonic plates will shift when y'all cum.
Every character is in love with you specifically because you're the main character. Have a fuckin orgy if you want, be the horny magnet and get aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAALL THAT DELICIOUS CUM CONTACT
YOU CAN MAKE IT REAL, GET NASTY MY FELLOW HOES
It's Cold Outside.
Yan Chrollo x F Reader.
Synopsis: A stranger has weaseled his way into every aspect of your life.
Warnings: Yandere themes, non-con/dub-con (the reader is under the influence of aphrodisiacs but non-consensually), the reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns respectfully, threats of violence, stalking, manipulation, Chrollo the Creepster, and unhealthy relationships.
Word Count: 2.2k.
Ten Songs Like This Piece:
(You’re The) Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley
Salvatore by Lana Del Ray
Who Is She? by I Monster
Kiss Of Fire by Georgia Gibbs
Money, Money, Money by ABBA
Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde
4:00A.M. by Taeko Onuki
How I’d Kill by Cowboy Malfoy
Sonne by Rammstein
The Great Gig in the Sky by Pink Floyd
“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground
*~*~*~*
i. “Technicolor worlds with white clouds are bound to be destroyed by silver snow.”
When you step into your house, it is like you are instantly transported back to a year ago. Everything in sight, from the walls to the shelves, has decorations of some kind, whether going all out with the kitchen table having an entire feast of delicious holiday treats made by your grandparents, or just a green and red painting of a Christmas tree placed in your older sister’s usually monochromatic room. Perhaps the painting is yet another way she proves that she can somewhat react well to requests to change her room a little bit. Even if the painting is on the farthest wall from the door and is partially hidden from view by the many anime figurines and books larger than your head. Your mother claims that it is a miracle she convinced her to put up any holiday decorations in her room at all and thus doesn’t bother her further.
Each room also has a different festive scent, your younger sister’s room having a hot chocolate scent mixed with the smell of piled up dishes on her desk, most coming from when she was ‘helping’ your grandparents cook by ‘testing to make sure the food isn't poison’.
How heroic of her to sacrifice herself for the family.
Your room, you think, looks much better than your sisters’ combined, having decked it out to the maximum by taking out all of your Halloween decorations and replacing them with Christmas ones. It took you the whole weekend, sure, and caused you to break the bank, but your love for accessories outweighs your logic and reason by quite a lot. Your beloved record player is back on your table that also simultaneously houses your television and jewelry playing Elvis Presley’s Blue Christmas. A wreath larger than your torso is on your door and your room smells like all the holiday air fresheners you found in your closet. Pine, peppermint, orange, lemon, cranberry… all mix to make a beautiful festive scent unmatched by even your parents’ bedroom. Everything is how it should be, and how it always is every year.
Well, almost. A man named Chrollo, a man who gives you anything but comfort, has been invited to your family-only yearly Christmas party. When your father, who has always been too protective of you and your sisters and never lets you spend time with the opposite gender, told you that Chrollo of all people would be attending, you tried to argue otherwise. You tried telling him that none of you had known Chrollo for so long, but he had rebutted Chrollo’s lie that you had known him for over a year with you two developing a close bond. You realized it was too late then, and Chrollo had charmed your entire family, with even your older sister always having a smile on her face whenever she saw him at her workplace.
ii. “Like actors, each snowflake has a different role to play. They sing along with every step of a boot as a deceitful way to express their pain.”
The moment the doorbell chimes, its piercing resonance assaults your eardrums and causes an unsettling shiver to course through your spine.
You find yourself in an unsettling situation as your family eagerly awaits, and to your dismay, you are the designated individual tasked with the responsibility of opening the door. You two are such good friends, aren’t you? We wouldn’t want to get in the way of your bonding time.
You want to say he is lying, to tell them everything, every threat he has told you, him meaning them or otherwise. But as soon as they know of what Chrollo really and truly is, they will meet a painful end; that being pushed onto train tracks, their drink being laced with a poison that destroys the body from the inside out, or having nails thrusted into their bloody palms as they hang on their bedroom wall as you look in horror. Elton, Anya, and Robert all being examples of such… You don’t want to think of the bodies just waiting to rot around the Riverbend, your fault or otherwise.
You also don’t want to drown in this river. A river inhospitable to any aquatic life whatsoever, and only harbors a barrier of carnivorous plants that eat those who dare come close. Butterworts, large lilac purple ones that feel like they have been dipped in the most tempting butter mixed with forbidden fruit and honey produced by none other than the queen bee herself. Are you the fly, or are they? You have no idea, and you don’t want to find out.
“Hello.” Your response is concise and devoid of warmth, with a noticeable absence of your usual cheerful demeanor evident in your expression and tone.
Chrollo's smile is so sinister that even the most depraved devil's grin would pale in comparison, with all the large gift bags behind him swinging like a tail.
“Ah, [First]. Happy holidays. No need to be so cold, you know. The snow is already doing that for you. So-”
Despite your strong desire to slam the door in his face, you choose to step aside and allow him entry, in an attempt to silence him.
“Put the gifts by the tree by the kitchen table. The white table and not the black one.”
However, rather than fulfilling your expectations, all he does is elicit a burst of laughter so unique that it resonates within you, while discreetly handing over the most colossal gift bag, compelling you to accept it as if under some intangible force.
“Just a little something. I know it’s customary to wait until later but… I simply can’t help myself. Open it whenever you get the chance, dearest.”
…He means right now, in your room, doesn’t he? Perhaps he installed a camera in your room as you slept, he has certainly threatened to do that before. Or maybe he will just spy on you through the little space between the door and the frame. He has done that before, after all.
…
You resisted the urge to scream when you saw a picture of your mother sleeping blissfully, the camera focused on her ring finger with the caption Should I take another souvenir? written on it, but the card, as beautiful as it appeared with a lace envelope and your name written in script on the card’s cover above Chrollo’s, proved to be even more of a challenge. When you read the words on it, your heart plunges so deeply that you fear your gastric acid will erode it.
Save your tears. For even if you cry to the whole world, it will never be enough to make me disappear. Meet me outside in five minutes, and make whatever excuse you deem necessary. No exceptions.
As you begin to read further, a wave of fragrant and delicate floral scents envelops your senses, instantly igniting a warm sensation in your head, leaving no time for contemplation.
Trying to ignore your slight dizziness, you read the rest of the card.
Just a little something to make sure you do this. We wouldn’t want your family to see you in… what state you are about to be in, do we?
…Just what did he do to you?
iii. “With the burden of wintertime ending, nature spends time creating beautiful trees and flowers. To accompany them, she makes twisted vines and weeds, for she knows that without them there cannot be balance or purpose in being comfortably numb.”
You were on your back, on his bed, within what felt like one second, not remembering the car ride over to his place, your wrists pinned beneath the strength of one of Chrollo's hands while he looked down at you within another, his other undoing the tie of the bandana on his forehead and showing you, for the very first time, of the cross tattoo underneath it.
All you can do is watch your whole world slow down and be replaced by a dream.
A blissful and sweet dream, as sugary as saccharine and as dissolvable as cotton candy, that is a veil and covers your eyes from what is happening; until it is too late, until you feel some of his fingers go into the band of your skirt and start pulling and pulling, downward, and that is when terror went to combat with your unwanted lust.
“...What… are… you… doing…? Chroooooo…” Your words slur as your mind buzzes with euphoria, and you can feel every sensation in vivid detail, every touch and every breath feeling heightening and intoxicating. As much as you want to, you can’t tell him to stop, not now.
“Shh, it’s what you want, isn’t it?” At least that is what you think he said, because as Chrollo spoke, you struggled to decipher his words amidst the haze that enveloped your mind. Reality fragments, leaving you unable to muster the strength to plead for him to cease. “It will feel oh so very good, I promise. Very, very nice and very, very good.” With that, you come to realize the wetness between your rubbing thighs, amidst the cloudiness and the larger-than-life headache that rips your skull apart. “Do you trust me?” The voice sounds almost heartfelt, not as intimate as it could be, but it was still more than enough for your hands to cling to him and pull him in closer, faster, so he could relieve you of this hell. “I will assume that that is a yes.” His hands move to the two buttons on your blouse, undoing them with ease, softly, gently, like it was a baby bird.
“Faster… faster…!” You feel like a man who hasn’t seen water on any day of their life, and if you lose the location of the oasis you are sure to never find it again.
Like a man lost in the desert, you choke on imaginary quicksand, soon to drown if water does not save you.
“Aw, such a precious little thing, aren’t you?” You are gently flipped over in an instant and he unbuckles your bra, quickly.
“If you love me… really love me… make me feel better… please.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” He flips you over again and his fingers lower to your panties, pulling them down from your trembling legs, just like he did with your skirt. “You trust me after all, don’t you?”
You cry out yes after utterly desperate yes, as he watches, his smile getting wider as he starts undoing his belt. He puts a finger on your lips after he has heard enough, shushing you gently.
“Then trust me when I say that this, my dear, is for your own good.”
Beneath the surface, whether it be shallow or not, you have no desire to comprehend his intentions.
You don’t want to know. You just want this to go away.
iv. “Through discoveries, there is a hint of madness that enters our minds. Only then can we see our world’s colors change from squid ink and bone to begonias and finches.”
Chrollo undoes his belt, then his pants, and then his boxers. You focus on his face to ignore what is currently nearly touching the side of the mattress by a hair or two, hard and enlarged and slightly pink and-
He takes off his shirt button after button, much, much, much slower than how he took off the rest of his clothing. There exists a deep-seated anger within you, yet it is accompanied by a sense of gratitude, as both you and he are aware of your mutual aversion towards this situation.
Despite both of you being aware that this is not your desired outcome, he still kisses you, gently, full of warmth, and tenderly. What you truly desire is to satisfy the ache within you. But he won’t give it to you yet, will he?
Time seems to drag on as his kisses get faster, and more hungry, with his tongue essentially becoming another of your muscles, wet, and neither wanted nor unwanted.
Eventually, you get what you want, after enough begging for him to just get it over with. At the beginning, there is a gentle caress resembling a warm and velvety rose petal. However, as time progresses, the touch becomes increasingly forceful until his fingers enter. But it does not hurt. Should you be thankful for that? At least he is being nice.
He starts thrusting, and that also does not hurt. No soreness. You won't feel any discomfort until your eyes meet, causing a sensation that almost makes you want to throw up, were it not for the illicit satisfaction this dreadful encounter brings. It's a peculiar kind of pain, one that lingers like a ghost stealthily gliding through walls, catching you off guard before you can comprehend its presence.
Nothing hurts, and that in of itself gives you the most pain anyone could imagine.
v. “Heat lightning gives way to summer storms and verdant wind. This makes for a hauntingly beautiful melody of ripples and thunder.”
“…And this maiden, she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.”
vi. “The dead, fallen leaves of autumn come in many shades from bright red to a dull brown. They flow with the wind from one place to the next as invitations from those who passed on to the living.”
My gay ass after watching SDRA2
inniters are deranged in a funny way and jack manifold fans are funny in a deranged way does this make sense
have you ever kink shamed your own kink in order to make your friends think you didn’t have it so you could seem not as fucked up as you actually are.
Dandelion's Father
Originally posted Dec 21, 2022
charles lee they could never make me hate you <3
not a face reveal but this is kinda what i look like :P [ hes so me oh my fucking GOD . i love him so much . i want to squeeze him . ]
i had NO idea what i was doing making this gang . . my ass was NOT making a transition edit and so i just kinda went with it and it turned out TERRIBLY . anyway rip charles lee you would have loved the gummy bear song .
me when im silly
erm . . i have no fucking idea how to caption this </3
ART BY @silliestsillyofsillies ON PINTEREST ! ! ! :3
Me while reading: Noooo! My poor sweet babies! AUTHOR, WHY MUST YOU TORMENT YOUR CHARACTERS SO?
Me while writing: This character has been orphaned, whipped, sentenced to death, thrown overboard by pirates, captured by enemy soldiers, near-fatally poisoned, put on trial for his life before an angry mob, tortured in front of his best friend, and thrown into prison again.
Me while writing: ...
Me while writing: Let's stab him.
WAIT WAIT WAIT- HOW THE CRAP ARE YOU READING MY MIND
does this resonate with you guys
Free! Winged AU
(I can’t believe I’m finally posting about this) (*Sweats nervously*)
I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while now. (For a few years actually.) I've always wanted a Free! Winged au because most of the Free! Fantasy AU's I see are mermaid AU's or kingdom AU's or whatever. I've only found, like 3??? Winged AU's on ao3 (one of them being BEAUTIFULLY written. I'll link to all of them at the bottom. Check 'em out!) But none of them had what I was looking for.
So! Here begins, what I assume, will be the first of many Free! Winged au posts on this blog. Which is why we should start with what characters have what type of wings.
(Note: Google said an average adult male would need a 6.7 meter (about 22-ish foot) wingspan to fly, nevermind the wings being too heavy to flap anyway. But this is fantasy, so anything goes! :)
Let's start with an obvious one:
Nagisa Hazuki
Wing type: Ruby-throated Hummingbird (obviously)
Wingspan: 6 feet??? (I don't know wingspans man...) One wing is 3 feet.
*hovers while talking to people*
likes to show off his ability to fly backwards and upside-down (you know he would)
Someone equally as obvious:
Rei Ryugazaki
Wing type: Peacock (or Indian Peafowl if you want to get technical)
Wingspan: 8 feet. One wing is 4 feet (simple math)
*tail train gets in the way*
Bows in the most extravagant way possible
*gets on one knee* *tail fanned out* *wings extended behind him* *wing tips kissing the ground*
Is absolutely devastated when molting season comes around
Alright, number 3:
Haruka Nanase
Wing type: Great Blue Heron
Wingspan: 12 feet. One wing is 6 feet. (His wings are so huge because 8 feet for flying and then 4 extra feet because of his wing type. Herons generally have large wings, y'know?)
His wings are naturally water resistant so he can swim!
Is actually not a fan of flying. Thinks it’s too much work
Will flap his wings underwater. He basically doesn't have to use his legs
Lol, who am I kidding, that wouldn't work.
Probably...
Next, the person who is closest to Haru:
Kisumi Shigino (you thought it was Makoto, didn't you? You FOOLS!)
Wing type: Flamingo (I mean, c'mon. Look at him.)
Wingspan: 9 feet. One wing is 4'6
SHRIMP. Is a huge fan of seafood. Especially SHRIMP (Gotta keep those wings pink and healthy!)
Spends half an hour cleaning his feathers in the morning
Does the flamingo “Leg Thing” when he’s asleep
Alright, alright, the real person connected at the hip with Haru:
Makoto Tachibana
Wing type: Dove (one of those white ones who are actually domestic rock doves)
Wingspan: 5'9 on the left one and 6'6 on the right which equates to 12'2 (though he should have a wingspan of 13 feet, considering his size. So, he can't fly)
Has a tendency to "hide in his wings" where he'll bring them up and around his shoulders to hide his face.
Usually keeps them folded neatly against his back, hates drawing attention to them
When he’s scared/surprised, his wings flare out (as you might imagine)
While he knows nothing ever changes, he secretly wishes his feathers will grow bigger when molting season rolls around.
And... That's about it!
I hope I was able to interest you in my dumb bird au for Free! And if you are interested, feel free! To ask questions! (I seriously hope this isn’t a dumb idea)
Stay tuned for part 2...!
Ao3 fanfics:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/987438
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14299116
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12100043/1/Wings
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1906275/chapters/4111434
You Won’t BELIEVE How Many Em-Dashes Local Writer Can Squeeze Into One 5K Word Fic
OK ITS BEEN 13 DAYS WHERE IS MY CAINE ANS BUBBLE PLUSH MY SUPER UPER MEGA CAINE FIGURE MY CAINE BODYPILLOW OR MY CAINE POSTER WITH JUST CAINE ON I CANT HANDLE IT WHERE IS IT RAAAAGGGHGHHHH
not sincerely
-@cainesrealwife
/cracks fingers/ well guess what? it's time to start a new 250k words full of happiness, depression, adventures and angst about two young idiots messing stuff up during their academy years.
from the begining till the... idk lol gonna see
thoschei for life. that's it.
gonna post link here if i actually write all my thoughts that flash in my head at the speed of light cause HOLY HELL THE PICTURE OF THIS FANFIC I'M JUST AIDHOQOAJANSJQOALZMDNAKAOKDKWLQ