#dd speaks

[deleteddewewted]

more bullying rengoku pls <3

Loser

Rengoku x Reader

MDNI

W: Bullying, Humiliation, sub! Rengoku, Dom! Reader

He was hard to get a feel for, mainly cause his face was so blank most of the time. His stupid wide eyes and his ever present smile made something violent light in you.

You wanted the feeling to go away, you wanted it smothered out so it could never bother you ever again. So you teased him. And that escalated to being outright cruel to him.

You’d shove him wherever he was in your path and you’d kick the back of his leg if he was standing to the side. You’d mock the way he would pronounce certain words and even imitated his physical mannerisms.

But he took it all in stride. It’s like nothing phased him. He never yelled at you or asked you to stop. No, instead he’d smile and ask you if whatever action you took was an extension of friendship. It didn’t help that most people felt pity for him either. Most people viewed you as the meanie who made fun of a clearly absent minded man, but to you he was conniving.

It came to ahead when he had been walking with his bento and bumped into you. He apologized and even helped clean you up but you had enough. You shoved him to the floor and loomed over him.

“What the fuck is your problem? With those big eyes, I thought you’d be able to see what’s directly in front of you.” You sneered.

For the first time, in ever, Rengoku’s smile was gone and in its place was a wobbly lip that trembled with each word you spat out. His ears were red and his cheeks grew redder too. He was blushing.

“Do you have anything to say, huh? Anything?” You challenged, but got no response. Instead, Rengoku’s eyes looked up at you and away. He hid his face behind his hand as he muttered a lackluster response. A simple apology, but that wasn’t enough for you.

“Huh? I can’t hear you. Speak louder.” You demanded.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll pay closer attention-“

“Yeah you better!” You replied, not even letting him finish his sentence.

And that’s when you noticed it. A small but noticeable bulge made itself known in between his legs.

“What-“ but you never got to finish your sentence.

As quickly as you saw it, it disappeared behind his hand. He sprang up from the floor and grabbed the ruined bento box just to turn around and away from you. His ears where pure red, and his neck also grew hotter. He apologized without facing you and left in a hurry in the direction he came from. Leaving you confused and a little aroused.

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

a/n: Steve x Fem!Reader. inspired by a TikTok I saw. I have no idea what this is.

warnings: fingering, edging, mean-ish Steve? I think that’s it. Please don’t hesitate to DM if I missed anything. minors DNI.

“You’re an asshole.”

“You’re the one dripping all over my hand… what does that say about you?” Steve’s face is inches from your flushed one. For emphasis, a singular finger curls just so, and you keen. “Always claiming to hate me so much, so high and mighty, and yet…” He trails off, pushing in another finger causing you to moan. “You make such pretty noises for me.”

Your head tips back, thumping a little against the bathroom stall. Steve takes advantage, latching onto your throat and sucking in a deep bruise, making you squirm. He pops off after a minute, opting to whisper into your ear, instead, “What’s that about, huh?” You clench and he chuckles, pulling his fingers free. You whimper, your eyes finding his gaze, watching as he brings the digits to his mouth, sucking them clean of your juices.

Before you can even say a word, he steps free of the stall, checking his hair in the mirror, before glancing over his shoulder at you. “Only good girls get to come for me, honey. Think about that the next time you wanna call me an ‘asshole.’” With a smirk that makes your entire body heat with rage and desire, he departs, leaving you empty and aching for so much more.

[brodorokihousuke]

The utter horror in reading this dialogue and knowing exactly what's about to happen

[c0worker-bryce]

Ooc: TO ANY OF COWORKERS KIDS, IM SOOOOOOO SORRYYYYY!!!! I WAS ON THE VERGE OF TEARS TOO, THIS SHII SADDER THAN WHEN MY FAVORITE CHARACTER DIED. I'M SAYING THIS CUS I SAW SOMEONE SAY THEY WERE GONNA CRY IRL (I see everything) SO ERM, SORRY 💚

[deceitful-darlings]

i wonder what’s so hard for some people to respect age restrictions. sure they may think that they’re mature enough to access the dark content, but what even set the parameter of that maturity? how do they even know that they’re already mature enough without a clear parameter? i’m sure that even a 13 y.o. would also feel that they’re already mature enough for anything without knowing what’s ahead of them. but i agree that everyone’s maturity grows differently with their own pace through their own circumstances. i mean, even each countries legal age could differ from one to another, but there’s no way for the content creators to know about that when they don’t even know who you’re in real life. and to keep from anything unwanted to happen, the only way that the creators could do to prevent them is through a set of clear and strict guidelines. all you have to do is respect the set boundaries.

to the underage people who think that they’re actually “mature” enough to access these contents, maybe the creators couldn’t stop you from doing so secretly, but you shouldn’t encourage other people to do the same thing and seeing the same view, because some of them may think that they do while they’re clearly not. and even worse, don’t push your opinion to the said creator to agree with you because it’s clearly wrong.

and for the people who said that this is not the creators’ responsibility, you must’ve heard or seen a news headline that goes along “video game causes violence” at least once in your life, right? who do you think got the blame in that kind of situation? even from that sentence alone you can clearly tell WHAT they said that causes violence, can’t you? and you said that no one would blame the creators.

It becomes a slippery slope. So I go “Fine, the 17 year olds say they’re mature enough, so that’s my age limit”, then the 16 year old complain, so I cave again, then the 15 year olds want to see, then the 14, then the 13, there has to be line. The line that has been set by most western countries is 18, so I’m sticking with it.

You always feel more mature than you are, I was always told I was mature for my age, do you think we haven’t been in your position? It sucks, you feel like you’re being treated like a child and that your being looked down on. The reality is your brains aren’t fully developed, they won’t be until your mid twenties, and that what you read is more likely to change your view on things. Please, just wait. For my sake if not your own, my writing being on the internet doesn’t make it a free for all, if you respect someone enough to like their work, then respect their opinion about you viewing their work. If you wouldn’t grab my diary out of my hands and read it in front of my face, then don’t read my blog if I have explicitly said don’t. It is extremely distressing for me, you have already put me through a breakdown, your actions have had a physical affect on me and my mental health. Your actions are not harmless.

[marper-didnt-die-for-blecho]

everyone else: Ladrien!!!!!!!! Adrimi!!!!!!!

Me, an intellectual:

[deleteddewewted]

Wake up Demetrian Lovers. Secret Level models dropped (Plus his father Metaurus):

[deleteddewewted]

i NEED more freaky date everying posts PLEASE

Fantasy

Hector x Gn! Reader

A/n: I apologize in advance, but I've only been really interested in Hector as he's the only character that gets me hot and bothered.

W: Porn but there is in fact plot, but we start with porn, Masturbation, Sexual Fantasies, Cumming Untouch, Insecurity, Self Doubt, Angst, Fluff

With every gentle thrust, he watches as white pearls form on his tip and ooze down his hand. He was feverish, wanting nothing but to stop. He was embarrassing himself, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop.

He replayed your conversation earlier in the day with him. From the way your mouth moves to the sound of your voice. He listed over you in a way that was degrading and yet he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. He kept indulging. He kept coming back to you in the morning while knowing well that his nights were filled with gentle touches he would administer to himself.

He wondered if you’d watch him. If you’d tease him for his desires. What if you thought he was ugly but was good enough to sleep with? Would he be worthy of you? Questions plagued him even in what should have been his most peaceful moments. He wanted nothing more than to be the object of your desire just how you had becomes his.

As he climaxed, he breathed out raggedly hoping to catch his breath. He was tired, hands shaking and body twitching. His the metal surrounding him cooling and sweating. He wanted you, more than just a dirty fantasy. He wanted to hold you, be told that he was worthy of you. He wanted to kiss you and understand just how soft you felt and how you tasted. His lust was consuming him but his love was swallowing him whole.

The next day, as he waited for you to address him, he spoke with some if the other items in the house. He asked them if they thought you would fall for him, if you’d think he was ugly. They reassured him, many of them telling him he was over thinking and that he should focus on the fact that you genuinely enjoyed his company.

Some of the comments fell on deaf ears but he appreciated the effort his fellow objects put into comforting him. He made sure to calm himself, steel his nerves before you approached his grate. You smiled up at him, asking if he had been well, if he had any new stories to share with you. Forcing his voice into a lower register, Hector once more fell into his persona of the suave gentleman who knew what he was doing. He laughed at your jokes, made sure to express his joy at the fact you had thought of him when reading a book. You caressed the grate in passing as you told him you wished you both could meet, speak eye to eye and finally meet the man who had been flirting with you. A mild annoyance threatened to bubble over but he quickly quelled it. You were curious, human. You wanted to know him and understand who he was. You were not threatening him but were trying to connect.

Hector apologized, saying that he was not ready for something like that yet. He wanted and needed time. He needed to figure out his own problems before he could reveal hisself to you and he was relieved when you accepted that.

Hector spent that same night touching himself. He bucked into empty air and moaned into his hand as he imagined you helping him. He fantasied the way you’d touch him, mold him in your hands and how you would speak to him. Soft voice, soft kisses, follows by you sucking on his skin with plans to leave behind hickeys.

He came with a sharp gasp and felt as his seed soiled his pants. The war liquid cooling against his skin and making him feel dirty. He waited until his entire body cooled and allowed a gust of cool air to seep throughout your home. He watched as you snuggled into your pillow, a faint smile on your face as you slept peacefully in your bed. He longed for your touch but he knew that it would never happen. You were human, and he was not. You had soft flesh, he had metal that cooled and heated. His love for you would have to always be just that. A love that was at a distance, from afar. His love would have to be shown in other ways. It would have to wait. As he watched you, Hector fantasized about what life would have been like if he was born human and was a little more appealing to the eyes. He wondered if you’d still say his name so beautifully then like you do now. He shook his head and laid flat in the vents. He sadly laughed at himself as his silly hvac dreams were beginning to consume him. It would never be and he had to accept that.