#< on repeat in my head frfr

[ladybabbi]

Crazy J ~~ METALVERSE

[thoughtsfromlayla]

A Pirate's Dream For Me

Summary: Captain Fortune, pirate queen of the seven seas. You could never be tied down, no matter who it is that asks, no matter what it is that comes after you.

Notes: ~1.3k words, NAMED READER cause I thought it would be hilarious if a woman on a ship was named misfortune, cause yknow, they were considered bad luck *slaps knee*

Warnings/Tags: slight possessive Dream, but he's chill frfr

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“Hard to starboard! Heave those ropes, now!” You scream as you run up the steps to the boat’s wheel. You hear your first mate repeat your orders and your crew flies into action. 

Thump… thump… thump…

The sound comes from deep in the waters, ripples following its movements. The air is heavy and hot, it’s stagnant even as the wind pushes on your sails. You shove away the person at the helm, ushering them to help out their other crewmates. You spin the wheel fast as you feel the wind change its course on you. 

“Come on, my beaut, fly for me,” You mutter to your ship. 

Thump.. Thump.. Thump..

You could smell it before you could see it, the vibrations of its tentacles came closer and closer to your ship and crew. It smelled of rotten fish and old metallic blood. 

Thump! Thump! Squelch…

“All hands on deck!” You scream again as you hear the slimy sounds of its large arms begin to crawl the walls of your ship.

Your heart is racing in your chest, but you find yourself caught in a smile as you watch the beast emerge from the depths of Davy Jones's locker. Tentacles three times the size of your mast, filled with suckers the size of the very wheel you mastered. 

The Kraken. 

A beautiful, deadly creature, come to take the love of your life away with one fell swoop. Well, you certainly won’t go without a fight. The sun blazes down on you, the feather on your captain’s hat whipping violently in the chaos of it all. Your crew falls silent, shocked and stunned at the view of the large beast. 

“Arm the cannons, fire at will!” You order as you watch those below you scrambling over each other. Your command brings them back to the present. 

Some disappeared below deck to start the cannons, and others began to raid the armory. The sound of blades being pulled from their scabbards and the clicking of guns being loaded penetrate the air as the ship sails the rough waters. 

Screams fall shortly after as the Kraken’s tentacles start to block out the sun. They come slamming down, the action sounding like a cracked whip. Its tactile arms feel around in large swoops as it grabs anything it can get a hold of. Barrels of gunpowder, crates of illegal goods, and your crew. 

You grab a random rod that was snapped out of place and jammed it into the helm, keeping your ship on course. With a yell, you fly down the stairs and unsheath your blade in one hand and cock your pistol with the other. A slimy appendage comes for you, which you shoot. The sharp pain of your bullet is enough for the beast to pull back its arm. But, not before it comes back again and finds itself wrapped around your first mate. His arm shoots out and quickly you grab it, the other coming down with a force to slice at the beast. 

You’re losing your men left and right as the tentacles climb higher and higher. You’ve seen this before, you’ve seen the absolute power the creature possesses. And amidst the chaos of splintering wood and screams you shouted your last order. 

“Abandon ship, head for land!” You scream defeated. 

At once, your crew drops whatever they are holding and heads for the longboats. They climbed over each other, dodging tentacles as much as they could before dropping haphazardly into the raging sea. You’re the last to leave, ready to heave yourself over the railing but the deafening sound of your ship snapping in half leaves you abandoned. 

You fall with the ship, and the humidity of the Kraken’s breath surrounds you. The floor cracks, leaving you falling to the ship’s magazine. The gunpowder was still dry…

With another bout of adrenaline, you crawl to your feet and throw the gunpowder's kegs against the walls. The kegs break against the force and you’re covered in the black soot of the explosive material. The sun disappears as you hear the grinding teeth of the Kraken close on themself. The ship groans under the pressure of the Kraken’s throat and with a deep, final breath you aim your pistol at the pile of gunpowder. 

A spark, a flash, and a boom.

The last thing you hear is the screams of your name on your crew’s lips. 

“You killed my Kraken, Miss. Fortune,” A voice pulls you from the depths. 

You feel the soft sand beaches of the tropics underneath you and you force your eyes open to the blazing sun that was probably giving you the worst sunburn imaginable right now. 

The voice that calls to you, it was one that you’ve heard twice before. Once upon a dream, when you were but a young girl watching your father making maps for the royal navy. 

“It’s Captain Fortune, and your Kraken destroyed my ship… Dream of the Endless” You groan as you sit up. Your clothes were tattered and burnt at the edges. “She was beautiful, though.”

“My beast, or your ship?” He asks as he looks down at you. 

He stands against the backdrop of every worker’s dream. The palm trees in the distance sway in the gentle breeze of the topics as they use their energies to bare the juiciest coconuts. His black attire made him stick out like a sore thumb, and his skin was ghastly pale compared to your sun tanned one after years at sea. 

“They are both your creations are they not, Dream Lord?” You respond with a smile. 

“Indeed they are,” He replies softly. He watches you carefully as you painfully stand on your feet. 

One of your shoes was missing, which he only acknowledges with a raised eyebrow. Otherwise, you seemed more or less intact, save for the burn marks on your forearms and upper thigh. If he hadn’t come at just the right moment, he feared he might have lost both beauties of the sea. 

“Have you reconsidered your answer to my question?” He asks. 

Your face snaps towards him with a frown; partially to block out that sun (where is your captain’s hat?) and the other because you hated that he asked. Your mind recalls the second, and only other time, you’ve encountered this otherworldly being. It was on the dawn of your 24th birthday, right before you woke up. He came to you in a hazy dream, asking if you wanted to become his queen. To rule the land of the Dreaming together, forever. 

You scoff as you remember. “Given my near death experience? The answer remains the same.”

“Which is?” Dream prompts slowly. 

“No.” You sigh and look out to the horizon. You need to get a new ship, and a new crew, everything can be replaced, but never freedom. You need to get off this island as soon as possible. 

“Then what is it you dream for?” Dream asks even though he knows the answer. He just wanted to keep you by his side for as long as possible, your very presence felt like a clarifying drug to him. 

“For the open seas, the chaos of life, the shine of buried treasure…” You begin to list off, shrugging. There were so many reasons. “A pirate’s dream for me.” 

“I will keep coming for you, my pirate queen” He promises in your ear, or threatens. The words balance on a thin line between the two. 

“I’ve already killed your Kraken.” You smirk and give a flamboyant, sarcastic bow before turning away. 

Little do you know that he has already gifted you a new ship on the other side of the island. He’s sure you’ll love it just as much as the last one he made for you. Dream doesn’t follow you, only his eyes do as your figure disappears. He’s already thinking of another beast to come for you.

The sea excites you, the chase excites him. 

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[shalomniscient]

Sev, I offer you a meal… some yummy arlecchino smut because arlecchino lovers need to eat frfr

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Arlecchino’s back looks so holdable, gripable, and y’know scratchable. It’ll look so pretty with red marks and crescent imprints😔The slight sting definitely has her groaning as her hips drill into your pussy, leaving their mark as each rope of cum is dumped in your pussy.

She’s insatiable, continuously pushing herself back inside. Her bruising grip prevented you from moving away from all the love she had to give. It’s impossible to stay still because of how rough Arlecchino keeps pistoning into you.

Arlecchino will try breeding you silly, hips never stopping even when you cum more times than you can count. Your babbling, moans, and cries just drive her hips forward with an insatiable hunger because she just needs to fuck you silly. She needs to fill every corner of your being with herself; with her cum.

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“My love...” 

These words are repeated like a mantra against your ear, over and over again until Arlecchino lets out a groan until she’s at the precipice of her peak. 

With a powerful thrust, she drove herself forward, rolling her hips as the tip of her cock kisses your cervix. She pulls you tight against her, trying to bring your hips completely flush with her’s in an attempt to go as deep as possible.

She feels how your walls spasm around her lengthー milking her cock and forcing her to still as you squirt. Your walls spasm around her as a throaty groan is pulled from her throat. A mix of both your and her cum can be felt on her abdomen. It would’ve been a sight to behold, seeing you squirt with her own eyes, but with how tight you’re holding onto her, she’ll have to settle for the marking skin of your neck and chest as she rides out her orgasm. 

Relief will only come when she slowly pulls out. A hot stream of cum dribbling out of your gaping pussy and against your thighs; into a small puddle below. It’s only a short respite though. This cycle will repeat until Arlecchino has her fill. Until you’re bursting at the seams, full of her cum, and just barely conscious.

To her, you are a piece of art. Breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight and against the damp sheets that are soaked with sweat and cum. Your neck is bruised with hickies and bite marks. 

She treats you so gently in the aftermath, sighing against your skin and brushing her lips against the pulse of your neck; planting a kiss and whispering lovingly to you because she has to let you know how much she loves you.

You’re her lover. The mother to her many children. She treats you right and will handle the aftercare. She's going to tenderly stroke your face, wiping away your tears before pulling you close and holding you gently until sleep claims your spent form in the early morning hours, making sure you're okay by the end of the session. 

head in my hands giggling kicking my feet but also horny gripping my desk ???? holy fucking shit hibiscus im ???? speechless ????? this is so fucking good i am devouring this eating it up licking the plate leaving no crumbs hdksjhdksjhds she makes me SO crazy it's unreal...... need arle to rail me silly every night so i can actually fall asleep 😔😔😔😔

[pumpkinbxtch]

raccoon blurb ☄. *. ⋆

— leo valdez x mortal!reader

Summary: Sometimes you waste time on social networks, the good thing about being a mortal. But there are things that sometimes Leo doesn't understand, like raccoon memes.

warnings: arousal suggestions, yes finally it's not a big deal, tho. Other than that, they are two fools in love.

a/n: I love raccoons, I have nothing more to add. They are my spirit animal frfr. ALSO an apology for the previous blurb. @hopelesslyromanticshark sorry bby

English is not my first language, so sorry if it's bad

— Pay attention to meeee!

— In a moment, love, almost finished

— Leooo

— my love, give me a few minutes

—Look, Leo! — You tried to divert his attention by pretending to point something.

Leo continued with his head in the open hood of the truck. Fixing something about it.

— One second.

You let out a whimper.

— Kiss Me!

You heard Leo's laughter echo with the machinery, but he denied.

—I don't want anything else in the world, but just wait a little.

A growl left your throat, and you headed towards the part that looked like Leo's room. That small space that he ended up conditioning because he spent too much time in the bunker.

You took another look at your boyfriend, he was still turning nuts and doing things that only a son of Hephaestus can do. You let out another whimper and flopped dramatically onto the bed.

— Please, I'm just a raccoon who needs your love and affection. — You kicked and rolled as more moans and curses came out of your mouth.

Leo stopped and stayed silent. You pouted big and looked at him, still lying down.

— What? — Leo turned his head as he kept his body leaning over the camp van.

— What?

— What did you say? — he chuckled and leaned his forearms on the edges of the truck's battery casing.

— That I am a raccoon that needs your love and affection. — you repeated, still with a pout on your mouth.

— A raccoon?

— Yes — Leo laughed and turned around completely. The way that white tank top and greasy pants fit his body made you feel a slight warmth in your stomach. — Are you going to pay me attention now?

Your boyfriend brushed his curls out of his eyes with his wrist and smiled sideways. A certain satisfaction ran through him when he saw you so needy of his attention.

— I'm full of oil, pretty. Let me finish.

You protested, dropping your arms to the mattress.

— I don't care if you get me dirty!

The brunette raised an eyebrow and addressed you, throwing the bait gloves on his desk. You sat back up immediately and smiled at him.

He crouched at the foot of the bed and raised his brown gaze at you. You wanted to scream at him to get on top of you, but you tried to keep your cool.

You leaned in to kiss him and before your lips could touch his, he turned his face away. You let out an indignant groan.

— I don't think raccoons can do that.

—LEO!

[hawksredfeather]

Hawks | The Blood On My Hands

▸▸▸ HAWKS/KEIGO TAKAMI MASTERLIST

▸▸▸ SUMMARY : Hawks forgot to save everyone else but you, officially getting written up by HR and yourself.

▸▸▸ DETAILS : Angst, fem!reader, quirkless!reader, Hawks is your boyfriend, argument frfr, fluff and praise if you squint

▸▸▸ WARNINGS : Smut

▸▸▸ AUTHOR NOTES: dont forget to like >:>>

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"Y/n, come on, look at me. I said look at me," Keigo says firmly. "You don't understand what this job is. Sometimes you have to make these choices."

You glare at him with glossed-over eyes across the shiny kitchen counter.

"There were people, Keigo. You could've saved so many people, and you chose to save me. You made that decision on your own without asking. You're supposed to save as many people as you can." Your voice is quiet compared to his. None of you want this argument to transform into a fight, having both been through a lot in the past twelve hours.

The tiny cuts on your hand from holding onto a worn-out piece of wood for at least fifteen minutes earlier started to prick as you absent-mindedly poked at them.

"I don't expect you to understand."

"You're right, I don't."

"Right, no, you don't. You don't fucking know what it's like. I don't give a shit if you don't understand, you have no right to be mad at me for saving you. You not having a quirk in this society makes you entirely defenceless. What the fuck did you want me to do, huh?!" Keigo's voice picked up in volume and anger, shouting at you in desperation for a hint of comprehension. "Just stay back and watch you die?!"

You looked away. "No, don't fucking look away from me, look at me." Keigo had a big thing for communication and eye contact, always searching for your gaze to understand your feelings. For you to understand his. "Would you have really preferred for me to let you die in front of me?"

"It's not about me Kei... It's about everyone else. They also deserved to be saved."

"You don't think I already have blood on my hands? I know you don't think it's fair. I know that." The hero's calloused hands grasped the edge of the counter, sighing. "I can't do my job if you're not safe," he continues. "There's nothing in this world worth saving if you're not here with me, (Y/n). Literally nothing. I do this job because I want to keep people safe ― which includes you by the way ― but also one day, truly live in a society where heroes actually have too much time on their hands, like the people say. So I can spend time with you, and be an active part of our life together instead of coming home at three in the morning while you're already asleep. Or having to plan a month in advance for a single date because of all the paperwork I have to fill out just to take the night off."

His voice picks up again. "Fucking look around, (Y/n)! Everything I fucking do is for you! This place? For you. My job? For you. I intend to keep you safe until my dying breath. Until someone takes a spear to my heart. I don't give a fuck if you don't approve of how I do it."

Keigo's large wings, extending outwards in a threatening way, showed the extent of the hero's feelings. A sincerity you can't fake, a vow you can't disprove. He looked like an angel from the other side of the counter, an angel with red wings and worn-out eyes, courtesy of the duty he felt he had to fulfill.

The hero lowered his head once again, his wings faltering. "I just... I can't lose you (Y/n). You're all I have left."

He knew you didn't mind him crying around you, but he always wanted to seem stronger than that. He had weaknesses but never owned up to them. This time, it was different. "I would repeat what I did a thousand times over if it meant us having this argument right now... if it meant you were sitting at the other end of the counter, safe and strong enough to talk back to me." Keigo looked up, tears brimming his eyes. His voice was shaky and uneven, finding cracks to seep through every now and then.

You frowned. You felt bad as Keigo described you as "all he had left". Although you didn't want him to extend favouritism towards you, you knew he wasn't capable of it. He would choose you over any group of people. Over Japan.

Over the entire world, if it came down to it.

And here you were, as he felt you were rejecting everything he's ever offered and will ever offer. He felt you were rejecting him.

"You have to understand," Keigo walked around the counter towards you. "You have to understand you're the reason the world even has Hawks. You're the reason they still have..." he inhaled a sharp breath, "...Keigo Takami. Without you, there's none of that hero shit. I'm yours first, hero second," he said like a guilty child. He was vulnerable.

You extended your hands to meet his stubbly face, chasing away his tears with your thumbs. You didn't mind seeing him cry, but that didn't mean you liked it either.

There was so much guilt, so much self-resentment, distress and loneliness inside of Keigo. You made him feel human and alive like he no longer had to be a shell of himself to exist around others. He was aware he was dropping that responsibility onto you, and that it wasn't fair to keep pushing you to accept him and all his baggage, but he knew that you would, selfishly hoping that you would never change your mind.

"Kei..." you spoke softly and sighed. "I just want you to do the right thing."

"I will," he says, knowing you both knew it was a lie. He would continue to pick you over everything if he was given the choice.

Keigo kissed you. Not just a quick peck to settle the argument, no; he kissed you until he couldn't breathe. He was yearning to capture the tiniest bit of your love for him, of your affection, just to satiate his sick mind.

You kissed back, but it wasn't enough for the greedy hero. Keigo grew needier, moving his hands from your face to your torso, caressing your breasts as best as he could through the fabric of your shirt and your bra. He needed you. He needed you to be all over him, a mess, so he could forget his mistakes and feel good.

You started to slowly give in, pushing your bodies together until Keigo was between your thighs. His feathers rustled together feeling the contact from his clothed dick to your crotch as he grinded on you gently. The attention he was giving you was priceless, and you felt adoration from every touch of his fingertips.

"I need you baby, come on, give it to me," he muttered against your lips, trailing them from your mouth to your neck. He wanted you to want it as much as he did before he did anything. Keigo was a gentleman after all.

He elicits gentle moans from you as he sucks on your neck, having slipped one hand under your bra to play with your breast as the other one rested on your thigh, holding you in place while he rocked his lower body against yours. "Please," he pleads once more.

"Kei, come on, you're teasing," you whined as his index came in contact with your nipple. He smirked. Your tone, your now needy body, your flushed face, your words... could raise his ego to the heavens way more than his hero status. Every time. Without fail.

Keigo picked you up from your waist placing you on the table. "You want it babybird? Hm? You want me fucking pounding your little cunt until you can't form a sentence? Is that what you want?" Even though his dirty talk was engulfed in lust, it was simply to rile you up, to make you as desperate for him as he wanted. In reality, his words were dripping in love, a different tone than when you're casually having sex.

"Answer me, hm? Tell me, love, is that what you want? Is that what your pussy needs from me, baby?" he continues, holding your jaw tightly to force you to look at him. Just like in arguments, he's very strong on eye contact.

"Yes, please, Kei, you're making me wait."

Keigo chuckled softly. "Yeah, I know... I know baby," he said as he felt a wave of sadness take over him. He removed your top first, following with your bra as you pawed at his shirt, silently asking for him to take it off which he did. He knew skin-to-skin was important to you. Keigo followed with your bottoms and the last remaining piece of your underwear before discarding the rest of his own clothing, all while keeping his mouth on yours. He was mixing up sadness and desperation in his mind, as well as relief, pain, love, and care.

How dare he call himself a man. How dare he call himself a hero.

Holding back his tears, he kept your legs open around him and his hands firmly placed on your hips to stop you from wriggling, entering you with full intent. You could sense something was wrong judging by his emotionally pained expression and by his sudden change of tone and pace. Keigo needed this, truly, but felt he would break down any minute now.

"Baby," you spoke up, but he just shook his head.

"No. Shut up, I'm fine, just let me have this, please," his voice cracked. He was not fine. But he wanted this.

Keigo began to rock his body against yours, jaw locking at the pleasure. His sadness transformed into anger, not towards you, but towards himself. His hips snapped against yours, pathetic moans and whines escaping your mouth with every one of his movements.

He felt okay shortly after for the first time in the night. He was in his own personal heaven, there, right between your legs, making you feel good, making you writhe under his touch. He could die happy knowing he could make you feel this good.

You clawed at Keigo's back, right under his wings so as to not hurt the more delicate feathers of them. He was in too much bliss to talk and knew you were too. The way the head of his cock hit your cervix just right, and your spongy walls throbbed against his length drove him insane. A throbbing, shaky, moaning mess under him, and the sight alone could make him cum anytime.

Keigo reached a hand down to play with your clit, making slow circles around it. He didn't want to overstimulate you, just bring you close to his orgasm.

"You gonna cum baby? Y-You gonna cum all over my cock? God, you feel so fucking heavenly," he whined and moaned. He was twitching inside you and was waiting for you to be close to release.

"Mh- K-Keigo- I-"

He smirked and shushed you gently, his mouth next to your ear with his body slumped over. "C-Cum for me princess, my pretty baby."

Keigo's thrusts became irregular as he felt you tighten around him and the slick from your orgasm drip down in between his thighs, the feeling making him cum as deep as he could, holding you close with his arms. He mumbled through his high.

"'Gonna protect you. 'M gonna offer you the world babybird. I'll make it worth it. I'll make it worth it..."

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[atinystaypixie]

hey pixieee

can i request sub!connie who's dominate in public but in priv its a wholeee different story

-🦋

My 🦋 nonnie!! Hii, baby! If you see this, I need you to message me please! Hope you enjoy this!

18+ MDNI!! Yall know it's not proofread frfr

WC: 2.1k+

Connie had a tone to his voice that made many listen to him. So when he tells you, “Baby, listen when I’m talking to you,” and your head snaps towards him your friends don’t think it’s because he just made your eye twitch. They think it’s because he has you trained to be an obedient pup for him. He even goes as far as grabbing your chin when you turn to him to make a show of keeping your attention.

“Damn, Connie. I want a girl like yours.” You hear Jean speak, making a mix of agreements ring out of the males in the friend group. Connie has a smug smirk sitting on his face as if he really is the one running you. The boys hyping him up and the ones sitting with their girlfriends giving approving nods to the reaction he drew out of you.

None of them saw how your eyes slightly slanted, the corners of your mouth dropped from your small smile you were once wearing, nor how there was now a darkness swirling in your eyes. The same male that they were telling he was doing good with keeping his girl in line is the same male who just felt his heart skip two beats and a sweat breakout on the back of his neck. They didn’t know the smirk that was sitting on his face was to mask the nervousness that just overtook his whole body. He knew he just messed up badly and would be dealing with the consequences.

That’s why he is desperately apologizing now. His knees were sore, skin coated in a shiny sweat, and his cock was angry and dripping. “I’m sorry. I’m so-mmff”

“I didn’t tell you to speak.” You talk to him low as you push his head back to your pussy. Your fingers cupping his low cut head as you stood above him. You had been edging him since you left the hangout with the crew. You drove as you took him out his boxers and pumped him till he was close to cumming. You did that three times, denying the teary man his sweet release, leaving his dick twitching and throbbing. Connie was a whining mess in the passenger's seat with his hips bucking in the air every time you would take your hand off him so he could come down from the nut he almost had.

Now you’re here, both naked in the bedroom while you’re standing while his knees dig into the carpet with your juices running down his face. You made him place his hands around your thighs so he wouldn’t try to stroke his dick while he was being punished.

“I got to listen to you Connie? Are you the one in control of me?” You talk pouty to him as you hold him closer pushing your pussy in his mouth. All he can do is give “nggh uh” as an answer because he can’t talk. His response makes you scoff and let him go so you can push him to lay down on the floor. “I didn’t quite catch that.” Before he can even gather the brain to catch what you’re saying to him, you’re already lowering yourself to hover above his face. 

“You wanna taste more of my pussy, baby?” You tease him. The position gives him the perfect view of your slick drooling out your hole, your pretty clit, and the folds surrounding it. You’re so exposed and open that he can’t help but moan at the sight. You grab his face when you see he is too far gone, “listen when I’m talking to you.” You repeat his words from earlier. The same ones that got him in trouble.

“Please. Please. I’ll be so good. I won’t do it again.” He places his hands back on your thighs remembering how he would get in more trouble if he even accidentally touched his dick. He couldn’t take being edged again, even the air in the room was causing him to almost splatter himself in his cum. It doesn’t help that you haven’t given his throbbing cock any attention since you got out of the car. Then you go and put your pretty cunt in his mouth? Connie was a finger touch away from losing his mind.

“You’ll be good?” You mockingly whine at him. “Should have thought of that before you did that shit at the hangout. Now watch.” You keep hovering over his face as your fingers spread your folds open. Connie’s eyes are glued to your movements, watching with drool sliding past his pretty lips. He hadn’t even cleaned his face from before and the sight was making your pussy wet. The man that everyone listened to was laying on his back on your floor almost cross eyed in a pussy drunk haze. His eyes were glossed over and dick laying against his stomach leaving a pool of precum on it.

Taking your time, you inserted a finger in your wet cunt feeling your walls move as you pushed in and out. You moved in and out till your juices coated your finger. When you felt your finger had collected enough of yourself, you took it out. 

“Say ahhh.” Connie immediately opened his mouth and pushed your slicked up finger into his mouth. You would have thought Connie hadn’t tasted you in years from the way his eyes rolled back and the moan that buzzed around your finger. He was sucking on it like his life depending on it, like you hadn’t taken your cunt out his mouth a few minutes ago. “Stick your tongue and don’t move.” You finally lowered yourself to his face. Moving your hips back and forth you got a feel of the wet, pink muscle hanging between his lips and nose of his pretty nose. Connie loved when you fucked his face, but with his balls tightening at every inch you moved he couldn’t take it right now.

The whine he released was so high pitched anyone would have mistaken it for the sound of needing serious help. But really it was just the sound of a desperate, pussy dumb man almost busting because his girl is riding his face while he just lays there. His nails are digging into your thighs and you feel his grip tightening. You look over your shoulder and see his hips lifting off the floor fucking into the air. This drew a moan out of you. It didn’t matter how many times Connie landed himself in this position, it would never fail to make your cunt leak. “Let me use you real good, pup, then I’ll see about touching that needy dick of yours.” 

You were picking up pace on his face. Your juices leaving a trace of you every time you slid his tongue between your messy slit. When you reached your entrance you would circle your hips enjoying the feeling of the pressure you felt from the movement. Your high was getting close making you lower your top half almost laying down as you rubbed your cunt over the man’s face. Connie never wanted his dick in his hand so much. You were just using him as a pleasure machine and his brain was turning to mush knowing that you were feeling good.

It was when your cum spilled onto his awaiting that he started flicking his tongue instead of just holding still. He felt like a dehydrated dog needing to get every drop or he would die. He was working you through your high but he couldn’t put into words how it made his dick hurt even more when he finally got your sweet release. But this wasn’t for his enjoyment, he wasn’t being rewarded right now. With the source of his favorite nectar disappearing from his tongue and his hand being taken from your thighs, Connie felt tears fall from his eyes.

“No, no, no! Come back please! One more taste!” He couldn’t even properly enjoy the view of his vision trailing up your legs to your pretty cunt as you stood to full height over his laying down body. “Don’t forget that wasn’t for you Connie.” The buzz cut male licked at his lips trying to gather the rest of your essence to sooth the need to taste you more. If you would let him, he would stay between your legs all day everyday. “Now go sit against the headboard.” He scrambled to do as you said. His hard dick bouncing when he walked and chest rising and falling for how much he needed you.

You sat in front of him and placed him in your hand causing him to let out a hiss. “Act like you're running shit but you're about to cum and all I did was stroke your dick a few times.” He had his eyes squeezed shut trying his hardest not to let go. “Sorry.” He drug out the word doing his best not to fuck into your hand. Every nerve in his body begging for even the slightest amount of relief. 

“Who run this dick?” You ask as you cup his heavy balls. The whimper he releases causes  your pussy to start leaking again.

“You do, mami. It’s yours.” You lean and slowly swirl your tongue around his dripping tip. “Mmm fuck! Shit it’s yours! Please!” The twitching of his cock reminds you of how he made your eye twitch when he decided to show out earlier. It makes you laugh at how there is nothing powerful in his voice when he is in these four walls with you.

Removing him from your mouth, you place yourself right above his cock. You wrap your hand on the underside of it and start dragging him between your slit. Connnie throws his head back as his mouth drops open. His dick needed attention for so long and it is taking everything in him to not cum before you give him permission. He feels like his senses are heightened. Your thighs touching him, the way your breasts are pressing against his chest, the way the bottom of your feet are tucked underneath him as you sit so pretty on him. Fuck, you drive him crazy.

Halting you actions when you reach your wet hole, you circle his tip at your entrance. “You think you deserve to be in this pussy?” His head lifts so quick it’s comical how he can’t get his words out quick enough.

“Mami, please! I do! I do- Fucckk!” His hands snap to your hips as you slide down on his dick in the middle of him answering. He’s panting from how good you feel, promising he’s hearing bells from getting to finally being in the slick, warmth of your walls. His arms wrap around you so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck to hide how loud he just got. “Don’t move, yet. Please, I don't want to cum so quick.” This causes you to coo at him.

“My pathetic little slut can’t handle being inside of me? And you want to go around acting like you got me under control.” You pick up pace not caring how sensitive he was. You were bouncing on his throbbing member causing Connie to let out porn worthy moans. His mouth hung open and arms holding onto you as his mind start flashing different colors, not a single thought there except his dick was being fucked by your wet pussy. “You gonna cum for me slut? I can feel you inside of me.” Connie only lets out a string of whimpers and whines which makes you pull his head back. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes. Gonna fill you u-up so well.” He barely gets out his sentence. He’s leaning back and planting his feet so he can fuck up into you. His rhythm is nonexistent and he’s not in control of how hips are bucking. His body is moving on its own to chase the pleasure that you are finally gifting him. “G-gonna cum, mami.” When he says that, you reach behind you and toy with his balls. The stimulation causes him to thrust deep into you from below and empty every drop of his long awaited high into you. His eyes closed so tight he sees white, voice whiny and no real words escaping from his lips just sounds of ecstasy. You run your hand over his hand helping him through it all knowing how long he waited for it. This is the man you knew. The man who is crying into your chest because he is so pussy dumb that he can’t think straight. The man who can cum just from licking your clit. Connie’s voice never had a single hint of commandment when he was alone with you. It was too busy whining for even the slightest amount of attention you gave his needy body.

Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin - 🧚🏽‍♀️

Ommgg!! I'm such a sub so it was so fun to try to write as a dom! I didn't even have anything to trigger dom thoughts so this was like so fun to write. It might not be great but Imma love it cuz it was a nice challenge for me

ENJOY!

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[maiarambles]

generally pretty good at dealing with dumb made up accusations ppl raise against me and with the hatred itself anyways, but like the more ppl repeat some of this shit at me the more it seeps into my intrusive thoughts, the repeated "what if u are what they think u are after all" in my head sure is making me go insane slowly, like i know im not but well intrusive thoughts be intrusive frfr

[zaimta]

I TOTALLY FELT YOU WHEN YOU SAID DR STONE IS LIKE A DRUG OMG its like my lifeline at this point

i was wondering if i could request a small drabble or headcanons for ryusui !! i keep having this repeating idea of him with a reader who’s like his childhood friend and ever since they were young, ryusui always tried to pursue them romantically but reader would always just laugh it off, thinking he was joking. but ryusui never gave up on his love for the reader!!

(spoilers for the treasure island arc)

but once everyone on the perseus gets petrified, leaving the reader (who had gone with the recon team to scout the area), reader starts to realize just how much they were worried for him, and especially when he comes back to them in fragments after kohaku smashed him. and the second that he gets revived, the reader is all over him and telling him how worried they were, and the second that the two of them are alone (maybe the team recognized that they were having a moment and let them have it?) reader confesses that they return his feelings and the possibility of possibly losing him helped them realize that? O:

male reader would be preferred (ryusui bi icon frfr), but i dont mind gender neutral!! :D

thank you so much for your time in advance, and remember to stay hydrated!! (expect more interactions from me, im literally obsessed with your works ❤️❤️)

彡zai says- the brain rot this gave me was insane back on my dr stone grind!! he really is a bi icon i'll never forget what he said to tsukasa (ngl i read it a year ago so i spitballed the lore lol)

paring: ryusui x male reader

warnings: SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

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ever since you were kids you were always the main thing on his mind. he was constantly teasing you and clinging to your side. as you got older it turned into him flirting with you and seeing how far he could push your buttons until you got flustered.

when senku broke him from the stone he was more focused on you than himself, he knew you had an impressive skill set and he used that to his advantage. even if they didn’t have enough revival fluid he brought you along anyways, dressing your statue so when they could revive you, you were ready to go.

when you came to you immediately fell into someone’s arms. their hold on you was firm but also familiar, and their scent was familiar too it was almost comforting. you pulled back to look back at them, and you were met with ryusui smiling down at you “i missed you.”

you laughed and gently removed yourself from his hold “i’m sure you did.” you didn’t notice it but his face slightly faltered.

his flirting was no better when the two of you were alone, as a matter of fact, it was only worse. the two of you sat alone staring at the moon, he spent most of the time staring at you instead of the sky “you’re so handsome, the way you shine in the moonlight is amazing.” you laughed again and rolled your eyes. you always assumed his flirting was just empty words, he was the human version of greed after all he craves everything the world has to offer and he does this to everyone.

“you don’t have to keep saying those things ryusui. i know you don’t mean them.”

he stared at you, no matter how many times he tells you he adores you or how many times he admits how he wants nothing more in the world than you, you never believed him.

at least not until the incident.

when you first laid eyes on his stone body you wanted to scream but you couldn't, the scream was barely louder than a whisper hardly a scream at all. it only got harder when kohaku brought him and the others back as fragments.

the second he was revied the team cleared out and kohaku sent you a knowing glance.

one the two of you were alone you immediately wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a hug "i was so worried about you, i thought i lost you." he returned your embrace and rested a hand on the back of your head pulling you closer to him "you could never lose me." he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, and for the first time instead of backing away from his affection you accepted it.

you gently pull back from his hug to look at him face to face "i've realized some things."

he raises a brow "and what would that be?"

"how much i care for you, and how much you care for me." his hand moves to gently cup your cheek while his thumb gently caressed your cheek "oh? and how much do i care for you?"

"you've basically spent most of our lives trying to win me over, and every time i never really responded to them or gave you any straight answer. so why did you never give up?"

he smiled at you "that's easy. because i'm the greediest guy there is." your face slightly fell which caused him to chuckle "you didn't let me finish. because i'm the greediest guy there is i know there's no greater treasure than your heart. i'd stop at nothing to make you my boyfriend and to be yours."

[hyewka]

rana

rana rana rana

i just read choi yeonjun (and buddy system too but thats for later) and when i tell you i think that fic altered the trajectory of my life, i fucking mean it bc when i tell you i would fuck the shit out of that yeonjun i mean it,, i cant stop thinking abt it actually 😵‍💫 the writing was on point, the descriptives... i think the thing that has always drawn me to your writing is your vocabulary bc every word you use is always the perfect one for that situation holy shit

something abt cocky boys who are so subby actually makes me lose my head a little bit, and the repeated 'this is normal, this is just a one time thing' honestly i think i might need a bit to recuperate. also lets just ignore how the 'condoms in second drawer' made me twitch in a really embarrassing way 🙏 sPlEnDiD

something abt how much you write spit into it also gets me on my knees every time like O.O truly one of the best writers on moablr frfr

and now we have to get into buddy system bc when i tell you sub gyu is my weakness im sure you already know-- himn crying bc he was worried his dick didnt look good had me shaking like idk maybe i like whiny subby boys (or maybe its just txt lol) truly a piece of writing i will die on this hill

i think another part of why your writing is so delicious is you write your dialogue so well!! like ive never thought "oh that was an awkward response" bc it never is like its just so good

also another episode of perv ada printing out rana's fics... while i fuck you straight popped into my head the other night and is def inspo for a scene in my 170 page horny single parent au yeonjun fic (plot twist: its not yeonjun shes fucking) so i printed it and annotated it to find why it was so good, and yet again, it was the dialogue and word use you are just truly on another level <33

hoped you enjoyed my barely coherent review also i think dvp w tyunning could be something to experiment w for kink buffet 😳

When I tell you its been so long since I’ve felt so giddy over an ask, so much so I had to put my phone down and pace around my room for a few seconds because of how excited I got aghh!!!!!! You always deliver with these reviews lol I feel 10x more confident than I usually am about my writing lately—thank you so much, seriously!!! I really liked writing that part in buddy system, crying boys are my weakness and beomgyu’s soooo pretty so it adds to the charm, right?

Im blushing so hard right now i love you❤️ I saw your ask for the event i’m planning for kinktober and I’m definitely going to get on it <3 again you are so kind and thoughtful im beyond grateful and happy over this, genuinely made my day, hell, even month ❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you again, and im happy wifys could help with your vision

[wambsgansshoelaces]

blurb 5!!!! hurray!!!!

I Wouldn’t

Gerri Kellman x Reader

prompt: “wouldn’t mind if it had like an office romance vibe to it x”

thank you @su240210 for requesting 🩷 I love you sososososo much!!!! You’re the blog’s best friend frfr(also, request more Gerri… this was suspiciously fun to write)

Word Count: 780

Your foot taps impatiently on the floor. You’ve been waiting for too long.

There’s no doubt about it now: you’ve been stood up. With an irritated sigh, you get up from your table in the cafe, gather your things, and leave. You get to work in a bit of a miserable mood. This entire thing was just a slap in the face.

You hurry into the Waystar office, expression matching your abysmal mood. You get to your office and immediately throw yourself into your work, just trying to forget. Everything’s been so difficult lately, and frustration was becoming your best friend. You hate it. You hate the negative emotion, you hate being alone. But what can you do?

Your so absorbed in your work that you don’t hear the first knock on your office door. The second time the knock sounds, the sound is so loud it startles you. You wave Gerri in.

“Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” you admit tersely. You and Gerri are both general counsel for Waystar, so you work closely. You *have been working closely. She comes over and sits in one of the chairs you have set in front of your desk, dropping some files onto your desk.

“What’s got you grumpy?” she asks, watching you give the papers a quick once-over. You sigh before you respond.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat. “Bad start to the morning. I got stood up on a date.” You quickly sign where you need to sign, your gaze flickering between her and the papers. Her eyes stay trained on you, and you can tell she’s turning some thoughts over in her head. “Nothing to say to that?”

She gives a light scoff. “I mean, I could say a myriad of things, but my job is to make you feel better, not worse.”

You set your pen down. “How sweet,” you say sarcastically.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that.” She gathers the papers for you and tucks them back to the beige file. “I’m only teasing. I’m sorry, really.” She opens her mouth to say something, but then decides against it and gives you a tight-lipped smile. She gets to her feet and makes her way back to the door. But she changes her mind again, quickly turning around and going to sit back down in front of you. “Um, this is highly inappropriate, but it would be remiss of me if I didn’t even try. I owe it to myself.” You look up from your laptop, shifting your attention solely to her. “If it would make you feel better, I’ve been meaning on asking you out to dinner. Romantically.”

The heat rushes to your face. In all honesty, you would’ve never thought that Gerri would like you at all. But now that she’s admitted it, a swirling cloud of emotions rises to your chest. Deep down, you’ve always thought she was attractive. You just thought that since there was a small age gap between the two of you, she’d never even think of it. But you find that you’re glad you were wrong.

“I think I’d like that,” you say truthfully, catching her by surprise. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, leaving the two of you to just sit, stare, and blush at each other. It’s as if she didn’t expect you to reciprocate any sort of feelings. She smiles softly to herself- at you, rather, before she gets up.

“Could we… go tonight, maybe? There’s a nice place up the street I’ve been meaning to try. I’ve just been waiting for the right company.”

You smile back up at her. “I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”

And that was that.

The two of you walk to the restaurant. It’s not far from the office, just as she’d said. The two of you spend a majority of the first half of the date just smiling shyly, unable to tear your gazes from each other.

You laugh through the rest of the date. Your personalities mesh together so well, and you find yourself growing less and less nervous the more time you spend with her.

“I hope you’re still not thinking about this morning,” she tells you, staring down into her drink, small smile still on her face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not,” you reply. “I have my sights set on someone else now.”

“Well, for what it’s worth…” She trails off, looking up at you. “I wouldn’t stand you up.”

You bite your lip, suppressing a massive grin. “You think we could test that theory?”

“I’ve always enjoyed science,” she says back, eyes not leaving yours.

“So I’ll see you for breakfast tomorrow? At my place?”

“You will.”

[kittydragondraws]

tadc thoughs

spoilers under cut

wow no introduction aww Aww I love their banter Jax… Maybe my theory was right censors:] i love that tbh I love zooble's voice Jax is so sweet, he'slike sans, can't open his mouth Pomni goin insane awwwww gangle, JAX YOU JERK hey early 2000's kids you feel at home now huh so there's more void, hah well that's not terrifying at all what da hell luna BUUUBLE TALKS AAAAUUUUGH HE'S SO CUTE AAAUUUUGH HE'S LIKE THAT CAUSE HE'S CUTE Jax: dies aka glitches caine is nuts lol aww he's kinda nice love how her eyes become scribbles when she's confudes xddcc lol i like it where did it… go me with my dog lol zooble is so swag lol this is kinda cute, watch this statement age like milk lol bubble is so cute, me and subconscious frfr "humanoid", UUUUHHHHMMMM…. same frfr whatdahell jax is so horrible um, whooooo…. coughmo? pinwheel eyes hah gangle is so sweet lol he sounds like a mix of n and angel dust you've been standing next to her for like thirsty seconds crybaby lol i quite like rag rag yes, you become kinger lol terrer owners be like anime face that's not terrifying at all i love micheal kovach good god dude, bro's so unbothered E Y E S whoa this is terrifying kinda silly still NOOOO RAGATHA!!!!! terrifying watch caine fix em all and this mean nothing lol neither do i king, neither do i no, no you're not I've seen this clip too many times so jump in the gliitch demon hole lol huuuuuh there's some like, two headed snake beast like this right perfectlycut screams lol please tell me she'll be okay… please… PLEASE! the face pieces lol this scene is probably so cursed behing the scenes awwww she's so sweet, and i thought i wouldn't like her who's pom-pom's va? so do your friends lol huuuuh, that didn't need to exist oh look this schtckums again jax is so cute twitter be like aww she's a little cute rude, look ina mirror bitch you got no FINGERS ZOOBLE IS BEST GIRL!!!! watch her clip through the mirror, or not barrel of monks well that's not terrifying at all :3 don't do it girl huh, it's giving DOORS, or ROOMS welp : colorful, have you looked in a mirror aren't you gloink? huh glitch beast fight lol conveniently placed escalators HE'S SO AWFUL I LOVE HIM will… zooble get her head back it's all repeating rooms girl uuuuuummmmmm C&A? it's the void girl whait what's happening? where are we going oh my god maneqquien world :) someoe call that number please she seen some horror abstracted, it's giving inside out so they don't get fixed????? how many humans have been there oh good she's back caine is best boi bubble you CAN cook lol poly foods lol at lest they get something, this is weirdly nice im gonna say it, i'd actually wanna live in the dc OOOOH COOL CREDITS kinger is thad lol you can't escape uzi or n hah lizzie freeman, sounds familiar i love the lil chibis neat ort

[cruesuffix]

Crue always had great fits and no one can deny that but what are the worse outfits in your opinion

i’m SO happy you asked this anon!!

now there aren’t many group photos where all of them look busted, but there are a few where one of them looks so ridiculous it almost ruins the photo completely, here are some examples:

vince looks ridiculous but everyone else is kinda slaying (that top is so ugly what was he thinking fr) (no wait i lied i don’t think nikki’s outfit is a serve either)

the hat…peepaw i expected better from you :/ like he looks like an emo cowboy about to sing a really homoerotic sad gay song about his ex lover (think brokeback mountain if they were goth) ALSO nikki’s hat makes his head look small…so he also ruins the photo for me

the coat mick is wearing makes him look two apples tall…it’s actually so funny it throws off the rest of the picture (like they all look good but because that coat makes mick look so small i hate it/j)

but sometimes they individually have terrible looks

for me it’s this suit worn by tommy lee circa probs ‘85 (maybe ‘86) this shit looks terrible frfr…i know cheetah print was his fav (it’s actually mines too) but this is just excessive he looks like a gay guy who owns a secret underground gay club and he’s revered by all the gays in la…either that or a pimp. love the man but he looks ridiculous here it’s so bad

OK DONT KILL ME!! i just feel like mick could have used more variety during this era. he literally refused to take off this damn top during this entire era and i hate it. i would have much rather he wore the one from the smokin in the boys room mv, the red looks so much better on him. in other words: BORING!!

other times they just pull something like this:

they look terrible (positive) like absolutely astounding how terrible they look. vince and his resistance to wearing shoes is amazing. i wish i didn’t have to see it though.

i will say, the hardest part of doing these is ranking micks outfits because all he does is wear black. sometimes i think he’s an outfit repeater (there’s definitely evidence of that) which makes it worse since that’s the worst fashion crime you can commit! either way i think their most interesting era was theatre of pain because the things they wore…like who told tommy to wear those pants. this photoshoot was definitely their most boring one, no one’s really wearing anything really flashy.

ANYWAYS…these are just a few of my least favourite outfits (aka the ones i think sucked the most). anon, you’re right about them always having the best fits, because i definitely struggled picking a few of these out! i loved doing this though, and there’s probably even worse ones out there that i haven’t found yet!

[tonberry-yoda]

Once Upon A Dream - Julian Devorak

Pairing - Julian Devorak x reader (a dress is mentioned to be on reader, but clothes dont mean nothin frfr)

Warnings - Julian getting drunk lmaoooo but nothing other than that lol

Word Count - ~1,270

Notes - this is old... LIKE REALLY FLIPPIN OLD like SO OLD OMG. it was rotting in google docs and I found it and I actually love it. I kinda miss my old writing style ngl... that's okay tho lol, I still love my writing now dont get me wrong, but this was in a time where i had a ton of free time, so i could write all day if i wanted to. anyway, enjoy!!! <333 (i did edit it a bit tho lmao)

You were never around the palace often, considering the people there didn't like you much. You were poor. You worked in the marketplace.

But occasionally, You would find yourself in the garden on a gloomy and foggy day playing with the frost covered, half dead flowers with a smile on your face even though your feet were covered in mud and there was no saving the brim of that dress that had dirt and grass stains collected from the past couple of years.

You smiled as you ran your hand over the ice covered fountain humming to yourself, Once Upon a Dream. The tune has been stuck in your head all morning.

As you was getting through the chorus, watching a bird eat the seeds you threw, you felt something warm next to you and another voice joined in. “But if I know you, I know what you’ll do…”

You turned over, shocked and a man laughed. “My apologies. I love that song. Been stuck in my head all morning, I just had to get it out. I thought it was a nice opportunity.”

You smiled, tilting your head. “Are you… Doctor Devorak?”

“Ugh, formalities. Call me Julian, dear. Or Doctor Julian. Formalities.” He shook his head as he repeated that word.

“What are you doing out here, doctor?”

He smiled, looking at the crisp grass. “Nothing like a morning walk, don't you think? Sometimes one man can get sick of the plague.”

“I would imagine,” you pulled you cold legs towards your chest, sitting down. “Are you getting close to a cure?”

He shrugged, looking off before sighing, putting his head in his hands. “God, I just feel like I'm a failure.”

“A failure? No! You’ve helped a lot of people!”

“There’s only so much I can do before there’s hoards of people! More and more people get infected every day. More people are dying and I can only heal so many at a time.”

“Doctor, you’re doing fi-”

“That’s what you see on the surface! Do you see this?!” He threw off his eyepatch revealing the plague.

You gasped and backed up.

“It's not contagious, love… I apologize… I just let out everything on a stranger, huh?” He sighed, laughing sadly to himself and sat back down, putting the eyepatch back on. “I'm fine. The plague doesn't affect me or anyone around me.”

You sighed, sitting next to him. “I'm sorry about that. You’re doing the best you can do right now though and that’s enough for the town for now.”

“I'm trying.”

You grabbed his warm, gloved hand and rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “You are. And that’s good enough. At least you’re putting in effort.”

He laughed and looked directly into your eyes. “I just realized that I never learned your name, dear.”

---

“Can I get another salty bitters over here?”

The bartender leaned over the table, laughing. “Another one?! Dr. Devorak, you’re going to die off of those things!”

“The great Dr. Devorak doesn't die over alcohol!” He hiccuped and stood up on his table. “I am the great Dr. No. 069! Got it, barkeep?!”

The whole bar burst out into laughter, including Julian who slipped off of his table.

All of a sudden, the whole bar got quiet when a small silhouette walked in and over to the bar. “Excuse me… can I get a salty bitters please?”

The bartender looked at you with a very skeptical eye, laughing along with the rest of the bar. “The little one… wants a salty bitters?!”

“Yes please.”

“Where did you come from?”

“None of your business. Can I have my drink please?”

He laughed so hard that he fell over along with the rest of the bar and you stood there, rolling your eyes.

Julian scattered up and ran next to you. “A salty bitters, you say?”

You smiled, turning to Julian. “Yes, a salty bitters. Does everyone and their mother have a problem with that?”

He laughed, banging his hand on the counter. “You heard the lady, barkeep! Get her a salty bitters!”

You were standing so close to him that you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

The bartender got up and handed you your alcohol. “There ya go little one! A salty bitters… in a teacup!”

The whole bar broke out into insane laughter as you took your drink.

It all stopped when you slammed it down though.

“I'll take one more and be on my way, thanks.” You threw the money on the counter and the bar went back to normal.

“Did you used to be a pirate or sumthin?” The bartender slid over your drink, flashing you a toothy smile.

“I did.”

“Cute. Enjoy the drink, okay?” He winked and you smiled and walked away, rolling your eyes.

Julian ran after you and grabbed your shoulder. “You look familiar… Do I know you?”

You studied his face for a minute, only a flash of a memory appearing for a second. “I… I don't know.”

His hand slid down your shoulder, falling limply. “Okay… sorry.”

You grabbed his fallen hand, looking into his shaky eyes. “It's okay.” You smiled, sending a shockwave of familiarity through his body that made him shake.

“I'll… see you around?”

You turned over, the smile only turning brighter. “Yeah.”

---

He stared at his plague doctor mask, looking off to the sea with a sad look striking his eyes. “Who needs a plague doctor if there’s no plague? …”

He threw his mask into the ocean and a small tear fell down his cheek. He let himself cry with his face in the palms of his hands, calling himself things like a failure and a murderer. He didn't want to be seen as these things, but he figured they were true based on the words of the people. The people he tried to save, only to let down.

“Dr. Devorak?” He turned over, seeing you, who he met at the bar. You, whose shop he broke into. You, who patted him down and he subtly flirted with.

“D-Dear!” He realized that when he looked at you, his face was red, puffy, and tear stained. “S-Sorry.”

She sat next to him, looking out at the sea. “Sorry for what?”

“N-Nothing. Nevermind.”

You sat in silence for a moment as you scooted closer to him, your hands almost touching.

“Julian?”

“Yes?”

“Did you actually kill Lucio?” He looked over to you with shock in his eyes that turned soft almost immediately. “I don't remember.”

You hummed in response, scooting closer. “I hope this doesn't sound weird… but Julian… it feels like we’ve known each other for years.”

He laughed, moving his hand to his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. “You’re telling me!”

You smiled and stood up, stretching your hand out. “Julian, let's go get some dinner.”

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and he stood up, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Yes please.”

---

Julian, I love you. I didn't tell you… but I have the red plague. I don't know when you’ll read this, but please know that even in death, I will be with you forever. I promise that we’ll see each other again. Even if it takes an eternity. To be honest with you… I love you. I always have. You’ve had nothing but respect for me and I hope that I showed you the same. Good luck. You’ll always be the best doctor in my eyes. I believe in you. Even in my last days I look at you with dreamy eyes. I love you, Dr. Devorak.

XOXO

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Chifuyu yan vs dere where u tell him that u can’t see him other than soft 😭 this man frfr knows how to hide his rough side

❤ 𝐘𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐒 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞 💘 -> 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Neither can I cuz HE ♡- also I'm not gonna take any requests for today cuz the event was suppose to be over after October started and stuff- so I'll just be writing the requests that are left.

💘 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞 💘

"What?" Chifuyu blinked at your sudden confession "I just can't." You repeated with a sigh, head on his shoulder while staring down at the manga you were both reading "You're so good to me Fuyu, I know you're in somewhat of gang but I really can't see that. You're always such a softie." Your face nuzzled the soft hoodie he was wearing.

"I'm literally one of the best fighters there! I'm not soft- I can be really mean if I want to!" When you looked up from his shoulder you saw Chifuyu pouting and you couldn't help but to coo, reaching up and pinching his cheek "Yeah I know, good job Fuyu~ so cute~" The male playfully narrowed his eyes into a glare but then nuzzled your hand, losing his pouty expression to lean closer to your face and gently kiss your cheek.

"As long as you... You like it then I'll be even softer for you [Y/N], I'd do anything..." Chifuyu mumbled gently, his facial features relaxing when he whispered out the sentence, your face heated up when his arm wrapped around your waist and then he hugged you, burying his face on your shoulder.

You waited for a minute, getting over the small shock and the way your heart skipped a beat to chuckle and pat his head "Did you get embarrassed?~" A grin appeared on your face once noticing how even his ears had turned red at this point 'Cute~' Especially once Chifuyu nodded his head to admit the question, lightly gripping at your shirt. You hummed softly and hugged back your boyfriend, waiting until he got over his embarrassed state.

"I'm so lucky to have you, [Y/N]~" And once he did Chifuyu mumbled happily, leaning just inches away from your face with a happy grin and red face "I love you so much." The blond's grin softened into an adoring smile and loving look "Everyday when I wake up I feel so happy because I know I have you in my life!"

❤ 𝐘𝐚𝐧 ❤

Chifuyu stared at the tied up man on the ground; his hands tainted with blood, eyes narrowed into a cold glare while Chifuyu harshly stepped on his chest without hesitation, groaning in annoyance at the muffled pained scream "So disgusting and weak, this hurts for you doesn't it?" The blond snarled and stepped off, expression twisted as if he just tasted something sour.

Chifuyu then crouched down in front of the beat up person "But you know what hurts more?" His blue-green eyes held disdain and insanity as he punched the already beat up face yet again "The shit you did to [Y/N]." And again, cracking sounds being heard "Don't you know all the trouble you made for my [Y/N] caused them to get stressed?" Chifuyu started panting from the rage building up "Fucking bastards like you deserve a trip to hell as soon as possible!" Seeing tears running down the man's face Chifuyu all but scowled, no ounce of sympathy in his rough glare.

"Quit doing that shit with me. Do you think I'll feel pity because you're crying? Huh? Maybe you should've thought with that small brain of yours to have treated my [Y/N] better." Chifuyu didn't care if this was just your classmate who had dipped when you were both doing a project, you canceled a date because you were stressed to complete it in time, Chifuyu is so worried for your health now! Nor like the last time when someone bumped into you during a date and dropped their coffee on you- Chifuyu knows they purposely spilled it on you to burn you! Your poor arm stayed red for a few days after!

Chifuyu hummed, a blank face with wide eyes, small pupils staring down at the body in a crazed state "If I let you go you'll tell my [Y/N] and lie to them about something. Not to mention you'll scare them with that disgusting blood." Chifuyu trusted you, but who knows what this trash could make you think "I guess I'll kill you then~" The outcome wasn't going to be any different anyways. The male grinned and stood up, grabbing the tied up person by the collar of their bloody and dirty shirt to drag them away.

"Wonder where should I bury you... I'm somewhat glad Toman is starting to get dirtier, this shit is so easy to cover up now~" Chifuyu chuckled to himself, taking his phone out and seeing a picture of you as the lockscreen, eyes immediately lighting up in adoration "Don't worry [Y/N]~ I'll take care of all the trash that dare bother you, you deserve nothing but the best my darling~"

[thesherrinfordfacility]

Ok hihihihi so I'm a big fan of your tumblr in general (big thumbs up from me there) however I have recently stumbled across your youtube edits (good omens ofc) and at first i was like wait i know them but fuck fuck fuck im so so sooo obsessed you have such genius big brain ideas you are COOKING frfr

also your latest one to running up that hill im screaming banging my head against the wall I live for the drama? you don't usually see them edited quite like that and you brought the heat like damn im such a big fan in general but... the edits........ I am hyperfixating on all of them rn but especially running up that hill, holding out for a hero and hit me with your best shot because oof

now i will go back to watching on repeat pls excuse me-

oh my goodness gracious HELLO✨💕 yes it's me hi!!!

thank you SO MUCH for this fidkdksjl this is so lovely and AH oh my goodness that's so kind of you thank you so much!!!!

IM SO PLEASED THAT SOMEONE ELSE is obsessing over the kate bush one, she's not done so hot on numbers but im proud of her and lose my mind over her anyway💕

it was really hard to make it!!!!!! god knows i love this show but it is first and foremost a comedy, so making something that deliberately tried to showcase it in a gritty, angsty, cinematic-epic light was sooooo difficult but it's wonderful to know it paid off!!! thank you!!!!💕

holding out for a hero was so dumb lmao but it fits crowley so well i couldn't resist it, but i do love the hit me with your best shot one, she's a special lady and whilst the tempo of it nearly killed me, it paid off pretty well 😅 my personal faves though, i have to say, are probably candy and cut to the feeling, i feel they were some of my best work on a technical level 🥰

(i also really loved making trouble coming, but that was about the demon gang/hell in general so naturally hasnt quite found the same attention as the blorbo ones, oops)

AHHHH needless to say this has made my day and i thank you muchly, so so lovely of you!!!!💖

[cinamun]

Since Nonny hasn’t given an explanation to “the ghetto” they were referring to, I’ll add my 2¢ to the jar while we wait. To me, it seems as though Jerri is trying to stay out of trouble for the sake of her family. Trouble is frfr all she knew. It’s not like she consciously made the decision to be in the streets. It’s how she learned to survive and unfortunately once you have that convict label on your head, what job are you gonna get? Leading to repeated offenses because of having to survive. And even still…ex-cons can’t be good parents? She literally went to jail to protect her sister and make sure her sister could have a chance at living life knowing her abuser was gone for good. The system just HEAVILY screws you once you’ve been in. Once it comes to family Jerri has never not been solid. The only reason she didn’t like Darren was because at first he really wasn’t too great for Indya and she felt he was trying to keep them apart. But she went after Juan, why? He hurt her sister. When Hope ran away, who protected her and made sure her ass got back home? Her auntie! Sooo…I think Jerri is probably a damn good mother and she and Gabby need their pookie pie back asap!

No hate to Nonny at all though. Just wanted to add my thoughts since the statement is still open to interpretation.