before you stab someone: THINK!
how can you make it Tender?
how can you make it Homoerotic?
how can you make it Implicitly intimate?
how can you make it Noticeably a metaphor for sex?
how can you make it Kind of gay?

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before you stab someone: THINK!
how can you make it Tender?
how can you make it Homoerotic?
how can you make it Implicitly intimate?
how can you make it Noticeably a metaphor for sex?
how can you make it Kind of gay?
Pls tell me I am not the only one who ships them hard? 😅
Kitanai Kimi ga Ichiban Kawaii
From the Ashes | Part Two
Mei Mei x f!Reader
summary: Mei Mei arrives at your uncle's estate as a con woman. She leaves it as your savior.
warnings: 18+ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, smut, angst with a happy ending, historical (1920s) au, gothic romance, total rip-off of park chan-wook's masterpiece the handmaiden, con woman!mei mei, sexually and emotionally repressed reader, mentioned physical and emotional abuse, reader has some faint scars, reader continues to seem like she's losing it at times, mentioned incest, mentioned torture, mentioned suicide, mentioned murder, reader has some form of suicidal ideation, fingering, oral (f receiving and giving, obvs), rimming, masturbation, squirting, outdoor sex, mild exhibitionism, sexual awakening
words: 6.3k
notes: mind the tags! things are getting darker here, but also hornier so it all evens out.
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Your uncle informs Mei Mei that he’s been called away on business and will be gone for a week. From the expectant look in his eyes, she knows that her time is running out. She has seven days to convince you to run off with her before she needs to decide whether to cut her losses.
The morning he leaves, she plays the part of a besotted woman yearning for her partner’s return, wishing him well and for him to come home to her soon. But a few hours later, the pretense is done away with entirely as she corners you when you least expect it.
Her hand darts out into the hallway as you're passing by to grab your wrist and pull you into the empty sitting room where she’s been lying in wait. She’s just able to catch the startled look on your face as she shuts the door and presses you against it before her lips are on yours, cutting off any protest you might attempt to make.
There’s an instinctual impulse for you to fight her off, trying to shove at her shoulders and wriggle away from her, but it quickly fades away as you melt into her embrace and begin to cautiously kiss her back. It doesn’t take long until you’re eagerly accepting her advances with pitiful whimpers and soft moans that she greedily devours. Your gloved hands have stopped pushing her away and have dropped to cling tightly to the fabric of your dress.
For as shrewd as you are, there’s a clumsiness to the way your lips meet hers that betrays your inexperience and naivete and it only spurs Mei Mei on.
With one hand cupping your jaw, she slides her other down your body, making sure to caress every curve she comes across and relishing the sharp inhale you let out as she squeezes one of your tits over your clothes. When she reaches your thigh, she tugs on the long skirt of your dress and you quickly release the expensive material so that she can pull the hem high enough to slip her hand underneath it and between your legs.
📑The games appearing inside (in clockwise order)📑
▸the kid at the back ▸Mushroom Oasis ▸文字化化 ▸14 Days With You ▸A DOUBLE SIDED MIRROR ▸Our Life Beginnings & Always ▸Where Winter Crows Go ▸Duality ▸Error143 ▸A Date with Death ▸MonsterxMediator
Thank you very much for the existence of these games; they have healed my soul (´-ωก`)
nothing is better than a well-written heavy angst fic
Here are my fics if you want to read those bitches
Damnatio Memoriae (finished)
Call me back when you get this (unfinished) <- THIS IS NOT ABANDONED I AM TAKING A BREAK ‼️
Decadence In The Delirium (unfinished)
and here’s my ocs for if you want to ask about these goobers
Oc Voice Hcs:
1/2/3/4/5/6/caveat
Oc Aesthetic Boards:
1/2/3/4/5
♥︎ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”
♥︎ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: reaction
♥︎ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦
♥︎ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲—𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥
You uttering those words from your pretty lips give him pause. “A-Angel?” he stammers, pulling away from your neck where he had been pressing open mouth kisses prior. He’s staring at you in disbelief, eyes wide like a dear caught in headlights. An all too familiar heat crawls up his chest and setting on cheeks.
Did he hear that right? God, let him have heard you right. Let it not be another daydream playing tricks on him. The words flow too sweetly to only be his imagination. Would he be so cruel to himself to imagine you saying those very words? Yes, he would. He already went so far as to imagine a whole life with you, not much difference in that.
“C-Can you repeat that?” He’s seeking confirmation. His arctic eyes hold a growing intensity that rivals the heat of the blush splashed over his fair cheeks. When you repeat yourself, it’s not at all as confident as the first time—the embarrassment was settling in.
Ren didn’t really feel the same. He was swooning inside despite it not showing on shocked expression yet. His heart felt like it was going to combust in his chest with how over the moon he felt. One blink, his facial expression changes to one you haven’t really seen on him. He’s squinting down at you, a impish twinkle in his eyes and a grin slowly etches onto his face.
You really are an angel—you had to have heard his prayers. You’re giving him what he always wanted—with no restraints. Ren’s trembling as he’s still attempting to hold himself back; it’s too soon for him to drop all his future plans on you right now. So many plans—
“You make me so happy, baby,” he coos, lowering himself to your face. Being this close, you swear you can see hearts in his eyes, “But don’t you worry! I’ll make you feel so much, promise!”
For a fleeting moment—your words fail to capture his attention. Lost in the enchanting image of you, partially naked beneath him, he only snaps back to the conversation when your demeanor shifts to shyness, making him realize he missed a part of what was said.
"Are you okay, rosebud?" he murmurs sweetly, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, placing your well-being above his own needs for the moment. In response, you repeat yourself hastily, your voice resembling a squeak, akin to a mouse caught in a trap.
Truly, there wasn’t a more accurate description. You’re trapped in Damon’s arms, and he gazes at you as if you’re the most exquisite meal he’s ever encountered. Your words shatter the composure he usually maintains for your safety—a concern he takes seriously.
Dealing with this unhealthy, secret obsession for you is difficult on its own—something he constantly has to control, particularly in moments like these to not scare you away. Now, you're indicating that he doesn't need to hold back, but you're unaware of just how misguided that suggestion is for him.
It would be a lie if he claimed not to have dreamed of you uttering similar words, and on those occasions, he seizes the opportunity. In dreams, you're less fragile and more aware of who he truly is. Oh, his poor rosebud.
A desire-filled growl rumbles deep in his chest, and he accompanies it with one of his signature toothy grins. "Careful with your words, love... you're sparking all sorts of ideas in me."
John felt as though he wasn't truly present with you; instead, he felt himself drifting above, observing the interaction unfold like a scene from a romcom he had grown fond of watching. It was during those moments that you were at your most physical.
Though this time isn't much different, your words struck a chord as they flowed from your lips like sweet nectar. He couldn't recall a time when you had ever spoken so provocatively, and he remembers every detail about you...
Things you couldn't bring yourself to confess even to God, that often weighed heavily on your conscience, shrouded in shame. Yet, your web history left a trail of breadcrumbs that John consumed with an unhealthy fervor, imitating them solely for your sake. He was willing to do anything for you.
He's come a long way, enduring every bad end repeatedly so that you could ultimately end up like this, nestled comfortably in his arms, exchanging sweet nothings that meant the world to him and more.
Weakness overcomes him as his focus returns, his eyes filled with adoration fixed on you. There's nothing he can do but express it. "Me too!" he exclaims, his smile resembling a chester's cat, strands of hair cascading across his face. "You can be rough, I'm yours!"
John leans in, planting kisses on your face repeatedly, murmuring, "Forever and ever and ever," before trailing to your neck.
Alan is in the process of burying his face into your clothed stomach when you speak those magic words. A shiver, filled with anticipation and excitement, dances down his spine—naughty and sinful. He pauses, stuck in a trance as he replays the words in his head.
Do you have any idea what you do to him—truly? As if his heightened senses of smell, touch, and even taste weren't sufficient, you further bless him with your teasing words. He silently thanks whoever is out there that he's currently spooning you, or else he would collapse from weakened knees.
He remains silent for a moment longer than expected, leading you to believe he didn't hear you. But he did—he's simply grappling with the shock and contemplating how to translate those words into action. He's thought about it before, of course he has.
Perhaps not to cause physical harm, but to assert his control, guiding you into every imaginable position within minutes, leaving you placid and breathless, entirely for his pleasure.
Alan looks up at you, a feral intensity gleaming in his eyes. You can almost envision him casting heart eyes your way, his gaze a perfect blend of adoration and want. “Mine to do what I want.” He says it more as a promise—a statement more than anything else.
Any ordinary person might raise an eyebrow at your preference for pain, but Jack smiles, perhaps even blushes. He feels honored, particularly by your declaration of love. He belongs to you as well—he's uncertain how many times he needs to affirm it, but he will, without hesitation.
Under no circumstances will he physically harm you—he doesn’t even enjoy choking you, despite your preference for it. The most he'll do is leave painful and long-lasting hickeys on your body or handle you into position a bit roughly. Anything beyond that is off the table. He's a big guy, and hurting you is the furthest thing from his mind.
He’s too preoccupied with making you happy. His little ray of sunshine, the reason he doesn’t linger on the past is because the present with you is so fulfilling. Waking up beside you gives him a sense of happiness and purpose.
Even if that purpose is to consume you whole—sinfully.
He chuckles softly, his eyelids drooping to a dangerously seductive degree, sending a jolt through your core. "I could never harm you," he murmurs, practically purring as he draws you in closer. "You're my sunshine," he says, as though it’s the most obvious truth. And indeed, to him, it is.
"But I'm more than willing to make you cry out in pleasure."
It was difficult for you to even utter the words with his tongue shoved down your throat. You could say he really ate it up—both literally and figuratively. When he finally pulled away to allow you to catch your breath, he was grinning so wide, your cheeks ached just from looking at him.
Peter is thrilled. He knows deep down he's a bit of a freak—the only person unaware of this between the two of you is you. Maybe later after he folds you like a pretzel you'll realize mentioning something like this wasn't the best idea, but for now, he's thrilled. Your confession, or rather demand, came much sooner than he anticipated though. Shocked him just a little.
Originally, he planned to discuss introducing new elements into the bedroom, but this turn of events suits him perfectly. However, he knows he needs to take things slow, even though his mind is already racing ahead, imagining how he wants you to end up—preferably begging. But he's a very patient man.
“You’re so fucking cute… You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for those words.” He murmurs low, slowly trailing kisses down your body with a steady grip on both your thighs.
Problematic Yuri Tournament - Round Three
Happy Sugar Life vs. Love Thy Neighbor
Which is the BEST problematic yuri?
Happy Sugar Life
Love Thy Neighbor
Happy Sugar Life (manga by Kagisora Tomiyaki) [suggestive; gore/violence]
Submitted problematic elements: Kidnapping and age gap
Submitted content warnings: Suicide, gore, spousal and child abuse
Submitted propaganda: the cycle of abuse doesn't stop with them!!!!
Love Thy Neighbor (manhwa by Willow) [explicit]
Submitted problematic elements: Dubious consent and cheating.
Submitted content warnings: Violence, allusion to rape, Nudity.
Submitted propaganda: She never asked for anything, she just gave and gave and gave until she felt no-one needed her. Now, this woman needs her, and it feels nice, but she lets her desires get the better of her. Now she's a homewrecker taking advantage of an older woman who has nowhere else to go, but she can't help but enjoy fucking the wife that man left behind.
BUT I’M A CHEERLEADER SERIES MASTERLIST
pairing ~ ellie williams x fem! reader
synopsis ~ but i’m a cheerleader au!!! y/n is a goody two shoes who is sweet a pie, gets good grades, has a caring boyfriend, and loves cheerleading above all. out of the blue y/n finds herself in an intervention held by her family and friends who are beginning to get concerned at her somewhat homosexual tendencies. they decide to send her to a five step conversation camp where she meets an interesting group of girls who are all also struggling with her sexuality. one in particular stands out to her a quite brash and edgy girl named ellie. will y/n make it through this unorthodox conversion camp and return to her home ‘fixed’ or will she loose track of reality in this foreign place so far away from everything she has ever known and stray down a path she had never ever considered before?
warnings - none yet
wc ~ none yet
CHAPTERS COMING SOON
1. ADMITTING HOMOSEXUALITY
2. REDISCOVERING GENDER IDENTITY
3. IDENTIFYING THE ROOT OF THEIR HOMOSEXUALITY
4. DEMYSTIFYING THE OPPOSITE SEX
5. STIMULATING HETEROSEXUAL INTERCOURSE
I can finally drop her ref and add her backstory 😭 I made a post on insta with her lore but it's extremely water down so I might as well make a full post about it
CW// Animal death, Domestic Abuse, Grooming, Self Harm and Attempted SA
"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"
hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.
“Me and the devil walking side by side”
summary: you lived in a small town in Jackson, you went to a small high school with your best friend Ellie, Dina and Jesse… everything was normal, until it wasn’t.
cw: 18+, no smut but a lot of gore, mentions of substance use (weed and alcohol), usage of alcohol, mentions of schizophrenia and psychosis, mentions of drugging but no drugging, mentions of spiders for all you lil people who are scared of them (don’t worry i am too), mentions of murder, semi demon/vampire.
UNITED IN GRIEF (prologue)
content warnings: missing persons, literally just insta accounts😭
a/n: excited😳
[ m.list -> one ]
I need more latina reader🙏🏽🙏🏽 pleaseeeee
I see all these other Hispanic countries get representation but where my Dominicans 🇩🇴at????? My Caribbean girlies need some too
I’m srs gonna have to come in the clutch
always mexico or puerto rico 💔
Everyone talks about spencer x reader!singer as taylor swift, but no one talks about spencer x reader!singer as hayley williams, that would be powerful !!!!!!!
PLEASE PLEASE🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
What about the Metkaynia meet like a siren or mermaid reader. Let’s say the RDA brought them to Pandora to help them against the Na’vi. Then Siren y/n betrays them and goes to the Na’vi side. I think is a cool concept to think about sometimes.
Cᵣₑₐₜᵤᵣₑ ₒf ₜₕₑ ₛₑₐ
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐟'𝐬 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.
ᴍᴇᴛᴋᴀʏɪɴᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱɪʀᴇɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)
Tw: Sirens, death, extinction, experimenting on a living being, betrayal,
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Back on Earth, the sea was dying and so was the marine life in it. Sirens were also dying little by little. They didn't want that, so they seek for help. The RDA had decided to help them, by taking them to a much better planet. Pandora. But the condition was that they had to help them back on Bridgehead, the Sirens agreed in being in debt with the humans, in order to save their species.