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saw this post from @asmos-pet and what the anon said still doesn't sit right with me, so i'm going to say it as nicely as possible:
support your fucking content creators on this platform.
'oh, liking is probably enough,' is what many of you apparently still think but it isn't. liking isn't what spreads the work on this platform for other users to see, it's the reblogs. while writers and other creators in a lot of fandoms work hours to finish your requests and asks, you liking them in a single second and scrolling by is nothing compared to it.
the least you can do as someone who enjoys their work is to reblog. it doesn't cost much of your time. literally two seconds, not more. most of the posts on here are published for free for you to consume. if you're going to complain about creators asking for little support, don't read or view their content either. you might as well leave this platform if you have a problem with that.
don't shame others for wanting their work to be appreciated after all the effort that they put in it.
notes: this is something of a spiritual successor / sequel to my original naraku fic, a hundred demons. it’s a been a minute but simpin ain’t easy
rating: teen, we don’t cross the smut boundary but this is just gross in some areas so be warned.
pairing: naraku / reader
word count: 1,604
His tongue is as a worm, slithering over the bed of your lips as his nails find purchase in your hair. He’s taking back that kiss you asked for, trying to show with the pain of his mouth how wrong you are to desire him.
He is again in possession of a body, with arms that reach and claim. Naraku is a cold husk, home to a hundred parasites. You can taste damp and mildew as you kiss him, the sick rot in his soul tainting his insides.
Naraku holds himself against you, his eyes wide open. Your lashes brush your cheeks, eyes closed and face tilted up to receive whatever he means to poison you with.
Anything. He could slit your throat, you're so close to him. He could drive his sharp fingers through the soft skin of your eyelid and blind you for his own fun. In his head there are voices chattering away, demanding your sweet life snuffed out. A thousand tortures spring to mind, gruesome ways he could twist your bones and take until your fluttering soul is torn to shreds.
And yet one voice is above the rest, the defeated sound of a reflective monster. It demands him to pull away, and it is powerful enough to take hold of his limbs. Naraku forces himself backward, making you gasp.
Your eyes fly open, finding him and stunning him to silence. In your eyes there is no confusion or hurt. You only blink as a cat does, slowly and before advancing.
Respect is in your cautious steps, as if his arms that have retreated from your waist displease you. You seek to change it with the careful way your hands find his shoulders, slipping around his neck and cradling where his skull and spine meet. You pull him back against you, more gentleness where the tips of your fingers touch him than a shadow cast over his face.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” you say, pressing your chest to his.
Naraku’s gaze does not waver, but for a moment you wonder if he expects your advances more keenly than he’d like to let on. Certainly he seems to desire them. But he has never been very good at hiding the way his heart is far from hardened.
“When have you ever been able to control me?” he asks, the sneer in his voice is a knife sharpened too quickly. The blow does not land as he expects, it is the greatest lie he’s ever told.
“A fortnight ago you became very cross with me for teasing,” you smile at him.
And to your immortal shock, his breath catches in his throat when you very suddenly lean towards him. Stopping just short, sighing softly onto the cold lips you hold such adoration for. Such infuriating adoration, one he cannot puzzle out.
For you are content with the worm making a knot in your ribs, it seems. For the demons in his heart to move between your bodies with any connection.
One of your arms falls to his side, your fingers curling between his. Naraku is terrified for a moment as you touch him, afraid for the first time that a piece of himself may be missing. The human shard in his ribs still cries out for the love of a woman, but the coal-black lump of flesh that was once a heart may very well now reside in you.
His flesh, your flesh. His tongue, your tongue. The rot inside him, the host has no new home to claim in you. There is no room for corruption when you have already stolen and consumed some small part of his immortal body.
Death is a choice that you will not catch him making, but he always imagined himself standing alone. You squeeze his hand tight, and claim a kiss from him even when he has the power to stop you. The soft brush of your lips is a heady contrast to his loving violence.
Naraku never stood a chance at conquering you, not when you’d kiss him both in pieces and whole so reverently. You bring him no pain, no more suffering than what he’s already suffered. His body has been eaten from the inside, holes torn in his soul as it was slowly consumed by moths. You hold what is left of him in your hands, he feels cold as ice.
“Why are you doing this?” he exhales, forcing his eyes open but powerless to do much else. He’s stiff and still as you lay your cheek to the baboon cloak draped around his shoulders.
“Because you’re not dead,” you tell him.
“I cannot die,” he says, but there is an unsung question hidden in his voice. He makes no move to untangle himself again, having already been humiliated once with your ability to command.
“Then why are you so afraid of me?” you ask, your eyes are now open too. He wishes they would shut, perhaps forever. The intricate web of your eyelashes was more pleasant than the knowing way you stare now. “Why are you so afraid of a love you can’t feel?”
Because he does feel it. He feels it now in the way his misplaced heart careens towards yours, and gives him a hunger again for the long-forgotten peace of a cave with loving hands on him. He wishes for the first time since his devouring that he could be made of the same hope as you contain. The human heart he once kept behind his ribs, instead of a fist leaking poison.
It shouldn’t be allowed, the way you make him feel. The shaking of his devotion to hate and fury, the fire he starts burning twice as bright as that within no longer holds the same warmth. There is now a hole the exact shape of your mouth in his resolve, and you take advantage by kissing him again.
The singing hum of your breathing will not be cut short so easily. The urge in him to see maggots bloom in your corpse is forcefully pushed aside. His demon impulse is always present, but it is nonetheless impressed by your shrewd dulling of his anger.
You introduce an alternative. Not one that Naraku must act upon now, to which he attributes its success, but you feed the part inside of him he thought had died of starvation. Had he ever considered an end to the blood before? To a pocket of pride he could have for something other than destruction?
There is a reason he turned over Onigumo’s heart so many times, never finding the courage to discard it. For all his lust for power, it has never wanted to leave him. The hope that he could still have quiet, if not peace. Understanding, if not love.
“You think yourself clever,” he could spit, rage against the inevitability of that truth. But his accusation is a cold and decisive echo. “You think only of my weakest part, and how it might be swayed.”
His aching, fetid heart. That is what you advance upon, take without asking, borrow with no intention to return. And then you dare to kiss him like that gives you power. And he has to claw his fingers into you to try and bury that he likes it.
“Maybe so,” you relent. Your silly, little smile hovers before his lidded eyes again. Maybe you’ll touch his heart one day with your bare hands, even if it burns.
Your resolve is as strong as his, as bathed in blood and as consumed by evil. You could not purify him if you tried, decay colors your soul as keenly as it does his own. It’s why, he suspects, he feels so safe in your embrace.
For now it leans towards too tight, the strength of your arms crushing around him as you drag him closer. But his chest is to yours, there is a limit to your taking of him. And yet for a moment he wonders if you will succeed in taking more of him.
Your third kiss contains the bones of your teeth against his blushing lower lip. The shock of such sudden desire makes fine hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Your warm, little teeth worry over his flesh like you mean to eat him.
But never do they break skin, they remain consistent in their devouring pressure but offer no real pain. Only gooseflesh on the hands and arms that belong to a hellish collective. His heart in your hands does have power, the power to make demon skin crawl with frightening affection.
Goosebumps, you can’t help but smile as you put your hand to the back of his neck and squeeze. You’ve given him goosebumps.
You’ve made a mockery of his attempts to wound you, to cut a gash into your bleeding heart. Humans are a diamond mine of fragility, your weaknesses create a sick need inside them. A need to exploit that you simply will not allow. It humbles him how easily you can disprove his point.
Still, you touch him. You ghost your hands over the deep separation between human and demon, the scarring on his back with eight, cruel legs. There is a newness in your indifference for his evil that keeps his budding emotions from becoming a threat. Whatever you seek from him, it does not involve turning him from his course.
The world lies before him like your delicate life, easy enough to take. In one palm is a glittering jewel, and in the other are your warm fingers.
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we have to move and COVID fucked us, but also my father is Watching me so this post is weird, sorry 🤪
Long time no see! It’s because my shithead estranged father apparently has been watching me online for months. So that’s fun, right?
I could go back over the years of abuse and the fact that he stole my Mother’s life savings & owes me over £100k in lifetime avoided child support, but this post isn’t about that as he is a non-entity in my life and can choke!
This post is, however, about the fact that we have to move soon and could use whatever help we can get with covering the costs of moving and bills during this time because while I actually managed to snag and hold down a part-time job that pays well (!!) it’s also on an hourly contract and I’ve had like no work for two months, so no pay for two months either.
To feel safe, stable, and secure in the move we’d have to somehow pool together an extra £5000, which would be an ideal fundraising goal (but, I know in this time, nigh impossible unless someone rapidly redistributes Musk’s wealth lmao), but honestly even £500 would cover some of the more one-off payments (moving van etc).
I dithered about making this post, actually. With my father watching it’s just another axis of power he’s getting his horrible little hands over, but honestly? Fuck him. Whatever, at this point. For all his simpering about his estranged child, he’s never put his money where his mouth is (literally), so if he’s reading this I hope he knows he should get my name off his fucking tongue.
We need help, and I’m far too fond of staying loud, brash, happy, and alive than I am silent and suffering just to make sure I’m safe from him.
If you can help, please do! If you can’t, don’t feel too bad, just please share this post around!
we have to move and COVID fucked us, but also my father is Watching me so this post is weird, sorry 🤪
Long time no see! It’s because my shithead estranged father apparently has been watching me online for months. So that’s fun, right?
I could go back over the years of abuse and the fact that he stole my Mother’s life savings & owes me over £100k in lifetime avoided child support, but this post isn’t about that as he is a non-entity in my life and can choke!
This post is, however, about the fact that we have to move soon and could use whatever help we can get with covering the costs of moving and bills during this time because while I actually managed to snag and hold down a part-time job that pays well (!!) it’s also on an hourly contract and I’ve had like no work for two months, so no pay for two months either.
To feel safe, stable, and secure in the move we’d have to somehow pool together an extra £5000, which would be an ideal fundraising goal (but, I know in this time, nigh impossible unless someone rapidly redistributes Musk’s wealth lmao), but honestly even £500 would cover some of the more one-off payments (moving van etc).
I dithered about making this post, actually. With my father watching it’s just another axis of power he’s getting his horrible little hands over, but honestly? Fuck him. Whatever, at this point. For all his simpering about his estranged child, he’s never put his money where his mouth is (literally), so if he’s reading this I hope he knows he should get my name off his fucking tongue.
We need help, and I’m far too fond of staying loud, brash, happy, and alive than I am silent and suffering just to make sure I’m safe from him.
If you can help, please do! If you can’t, don’t feel too bad, just please share this post around!
we have to move and COVID fucked us, but also my father is Watching me so this post is weird, sorry 🤪
Long time no see! It’s because my shithead estranged father apparently has been watching me online for months. So that’s fun, right?
I could go back over the years of abuse and the fact that he stole my Mother’s life savings & owes me over £100k in lifetime avoided child support, but this post isn’t about that as he is a non-entity in my life and can choke!
This post is, however, about the fact that we have to move soon and could use whatever help we can get with covering the costs of moving and bills during this time because while I actually managed to snag and hold down a part-time job that pays well (!!) it’s also on an hourly contract and I’ve had like no work for two months, so no pay for two months either.
To feel safe, stable, and secure in the move we’d have to somehow pool together an extra £5000, which would be an ideal fundraising goal (but, I know in this time, nigh impossible unless someone rapidly redistributes Musk’s wealth lmao), but honestly even £500 would cover some of the more one-off payments (moving van etc).
I dithered about making this post, actually. With my father watching it’s just another axis of power he’s getting his horrible little hands over, but honestly? Fuck him. Whatever, at this point. For all his simpering about his estranged child, he’s never put his money where his mouth is (literally), so if he’s reading this I hope he knows he should get my name off his fucking tongue.
We need help, and I’m far too fond of staying loud, brash, happy, and alive than I am silent and suffering just to make sure I’m safe from him.
If you can help, please do! If you can’t, don’t feel too bad, just please share this post around!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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we have to move and COVID fucked us, but also my father is Watching me so this post is weird, sorry 🤪
Long time no see! It’s because my shithead estranged father apparently has been watching me online for months. So that’s fun, right?
I could go back over the years of abuse and the fact that he stole my Mother’s life savings & owes me over £100k in lifetime avoided child support, but this post isn’t about that as he is a non-entity in my life and can choke!
This post is, however, about the fact that we have to move soon and could use whatever help we can get with covering the costs of moving and bills during this time because while I actually managed to snag and hold down a part-time job that pays well (!!) it’s also on an hourly contract and I’ve had like no work for two months, so no pay for two months either.
To feel safe, stable, and secure in the move we’d have to somehow pool together an extra £5000, which would be an ideal fundraising goal (but, I know in this time, nigh impossible unless someone rapidly redistributes Musk’s wealth lmao), but honestly even £500 would cover some of the more one-off payments (moving van etc).
I dithered about making this post, actually. With my father watching it’s just another axis of power he’s getting his horrible little hands over, but honestly? Fuck him. Whatever, at this point. For all his simpering about his estranged child, he’s never put his money where his mouth is (literally), so if he’s reading this I hope he knows he should get my name off his fucking tongue.
We need help, and I’m far too fond of staying loud, brash, happy, and alive than I am silent and suffering just to make sure I’m safe from him.
If you can help, please do! If you can’t, don’t feel too bad, just please share this post around!
we have to move and COVID fucked us, but also my father is Watching me so this post is weird, sorry 🤪
Long time no see! It’s because my shithead estranged father apparently has been watching me online for months. So that’s fun, right?
I could go back over the years of abuse and the fact that he stole my Mother’s life savings & owes me over £100k in lifetime avoided child support, but this post isn’t about that as he is a non-entity in my life and can choke!
This post is, however, about the fact that we have to move soon and could use whatever help we can get with covering the costs of moving and bills during this time because while I actually managed to snag and hold down a part-time job that pays well (!!) it’s also on an hourly contract and I’ve had like no work for two months, so no pay for two months either.
To feel safe, stable, and secure in the move we’d have to somehow pool together an extra £5000, which would be an ideal fundraising goal (but, I know in this time, nigh impossible unless someone rapidly redistributes Musk’s wealth lmao), but honestly even £500 would cover some of the more one-off payments (moving van etc).
I dithered about making this post, actually. With my father watching it’s just another axis of power he’s getting his horrible little hands over, but honestly? Fuck him. Whatever, at this point. For all his simpering about his estranged child, he’s never put his money where his mouth is (literally), so if he’s reading this I hope he knows he should get my name off his fucking tongue.
We need help, and I’m far too fond of staying loud, brash, happy, and alive than I am silent and suffering just to make sure I’m safe from him.
If you can help, please do! If you can’t, don’t feel too bad, just please share this post around!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
we have to move and COVID fucked us, but also my father is Watching me so this post is weird, sorry 🤪
Long time no see! It’s because my shithead estranged father apparently has been watching me online for months. So that’s fun, right?
I could go back over the years of abuse and the fact that he stole my Mother’s life savings & owes me over £100k in lifetime avoided child support, but this post isn’t about that as he is a non-entity in my life and can choke!
This post is, however, about the fact that we have to move soon and could use whatever help we can get with covering the costs of moving and bills during this time because while I actually managed to snag and hold down a part-time job that pays well (!!) it’s also on an hourly contract and I’ve had like no work for two months, so no pay for two months either.
To feel safe, stable, and secure in the move we’d have to somehow pool together an extra £5000, which would be an ideal fundraising goal (but, I know in this time, nigh impossible unless someone rapidly redistributes Musk’s wealth lmao), but honestly even £500 would cover some of the more one-off payments (moving van etc).
I dithered about making this post, actually. With my father watching it’s just another axis of power he’s getting his horrible little hands over, but honestly? Fuck him. Whatever, at this point. For all his simpering about his estranged child, he’s never put his money where his mouth is (literally), so if he’s reading this I hope he knows he should get my name off his fucking tongue.
We need help, and I’m far too fond of staying loud, brash, happy, and alive than I am silent and suffering just to make sure I’m safe from him.
If you can help, please do! If you can’t, don’t feel too bad, just please share this post around!
we have to move and COVID fucked us, but also my father is Watching me so this post is weird, sorry 🤪
Long time no see! It’s because my shithead estranged father apparently has been watching me online for months. So that’s fun, right?
I could go back over the years of abuse and the fact that he stole my Mother’s life savings & owes me over £100k in lifetime avoided child support, but this post isn’t about that as he is a non-entity in my life and can choke!
This post is, however, about the fact that we have to move soon and could use whatever help we can get with covering the costs of moving and bills during this time because while I actually managed to snag and hold down a part-time job that pays well (!!) it’s also on an hourly contract and I’ve had like no work for two months, so no pay for two months either.
To feel safe, stable, and secure in the move we’d have to somehow pool together an extra £5000, which would be an ideal fundraising goal (but, I know in this time, nigh impossible unless someone rapidly redistributes Musk’s wealth lmao), but honestly even £500 would cover some of the more one-off payments (moving van etc).
I dithered about making this post, actually. With my father watching it’s just another axis of power he’s getting his horrible little hands over, but honestly? Fuck him. Whatever, at this point. For all his simpering about his estranged child, he’s never put his money where his mouth is (literally), so if he’s reading this I hope he knows he should get my name off his fucking tongue.
We need help, and I’m far too fond of staying loud, brash, happy, and alive than I am silent and suffering just to make sure I’m safe from him.
If you can help, please do! If you can’t, don’t feel too bad, just please share this post around!
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