#Feel free to chat me up about it 👌

[winterthur]

i'm sorry but theres no way this man is straight

the fish-scale patterning? The illusion of a crop top? The armbands? Hes wearing a collar- or a choker at least. The puffy flared boots?? The thinner than spaghetti thigh straps?? ORANGE??! no cishet man would wear orange

[reallyromealone]

please please please smutty part 2 of the Mikey x crossdressing male

after that last sentence, i was hooked and my Mikey rotten brain would love some more, plz, no rush tho 👌

Title: cross dressing 2

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: Tokyo revengers ensemble

Fic type: story

Pairings: Mikey x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, smut, cross dressing, mentions of boy pussy and tits

Notes:

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(name) could feel Mikey's eyes on him after the meeting, the blond eventually letting (name) go talk to Emma as he chatted with Baji and takemichi about work but always kept an eye on his boyfriend and that sinfully short skirt.

Mikey dragged (name) with him when everyone left, (name) knowing that look by now and knowing he wasn't getting much sleep tonight.

"Fucking tiny..." Mikeys head was under (name)s skirt as he licked at (name)s now underwear free and untucked cock "wearing something that barely covers your ass..." His hands groping the others cheeks as (name)s leg was over his shoulder "please..." (Name) Mumbled as he felt his legs shake "o-oh!" (Name) Gasped as he felt Mikey's finger enter his ass "still wet from when I fucked you this morning... Mikey grunted as he turned the other around and flipped his skirt "even wore little panties... You wanted me to fuck your boy pussy?" Mikey teased as he pushed another finger in and began fucking his ass and (name) shook and arched his back as his prostate was repeatedly fucked into "mmm!" (Name) Whined as Mikey slipped his hand up the cute girly shirt that (name) wore and tugged at his chest "maybe if I play with these enough you will grow a cute pair of tits... Get you little bras..."

Mikey grinned as (name) tightened at that "oh? Baby boy wants to wear cute bras and panties? Give me a little fashion show while you ride my cock" Mikey kissed his ear as he added a third finger and fucked relentlessly "you want that?"

"Y-yes!" (Name) Whined as he came on the front door, the two hadn't even gotten past the entrance and Mikey lifted him and dragged him to the bedroom "come on, baby! We still need to see that outfit up and close!"

[creepy-friday]

Just came across your blog and I ended up binge-reading everything! I'm in love with the way you write the characters, specially the Proxies. And the female Proxy is definetly my favourite👌.

How it would be if, instead of being Slender's trusted minion and already a experienced Proxy, she was a newbie and fresh meat? Kinda like Cody, younger and dragged there with little to no choice because the Operator saw potential in them. Would the dynamics change, since she doesn't have a high rank to rely on?

Maybe Brian is appointed as her mentor and he gets advantage of her inexperience by corrupting her?

I'M VERY GLAD YOU ENJOY MY BLOG💖

Creepypasta Proxies x Newbie!Female Proxy

The overbearing silence after the buzzing static faded away was bringing in a new damned life.It's been a month since you were bought here,locked in your room until The Operator decided it was enough for you to settle in

It was time for you to meet again with the masked men that dragged you here-the same killers that were supposed to be your team, "allies" even

Every resident was looking down on you,even EJ that pitied you and looked at you with mercy behind his blue mask.The first time you had to pay a visit to his clinic he even asked if you are scared because deep down,his instinct made him to enjoy it

The harassing is real,but this time it's more dangerous.Remember,you're a helpless outsider in a place full of rapists,killers and awful fantasies.Walking down dark hallways is always in a hurry,same as eating and showering.

Since Brian was assigned to your ass,you're almost totally saved and worry free next to him,but he's also a piece of shit

He sees your potential,after all, if The Operator views you as valuable-then you're most certainly priceless.

He's a gentle guy,takes his sweet sweet time to teach you everything you need to know.

Sure,he respects you,but during training sessions he will do everything in his power to get you under him,sort of helpless.

"See,it's not that hard" he breathed out as he guided your hands on the right places "if you ever happen to find yourself in this position you know what to do now,right?" he smiled in a gentle manner,slowly standing up from above you,taking you by your hand with him."Do you want to reverse the roles?"

He will defend your name even if you are in the wrong during proxy meetings.He will keep on bringing up how fucked up all of them felt when they arrived there,and this point always works.(more or less for Masky)He knows how to pull the strings when he wants to

You already know the drill,Masky is a menace to work with,especially with newbies.Don't get me wrong,he doesn't expect you to be fully prepared to know shit,he enjoys having you dumb,but he will always make you feel like shit,he will try his best to bring a pained expression to your face because it makes him feel better and he's bored of Toby

Definitely uses you as a vent chat,no restrictions for him,from inventing some fucked up story to telling you about his miserable life from before the mansion and during the present since he doesn't expect you to stay

The only time he stops is when his friend gives him the sign.It's crazy,but he respects Brian more than he cares about breaking some of your lovely bones

Toby was more than glad to know another woman "joined in",especially since you're new and vulnerable,he now has the chance to look out for someone and to be needed

Altough Toby was the most unusual individual,Cody was the one to give you the creeps most of the times.And he does it on purpose

Since he's no longer the fresh meat everyone looks down to,he feels superior that now he has you around

He wouldn't bully you or make you feel bad on purpose, but he will definitely baby you around A LOT

Kate is complicated.She doesn't talk,she doesn't look at you,she doesn't make any effort to teach nor to train you.She looks down on you,and the only time she will open her mouth is to either tell you to stop what you're doing or to answer any of your questions with a phrase so vague it will make you have even more questions

Time is precious,so don't waste it.Every hour can be spent becoming stronger,but also every hour goes by terribly slow when around every fucking corner someone is gawking their eyes at you

[ask-the-royal-absol]

👌 ehhh I'm curious

(Good. Be curious. Curiousity is the best skill to have.

You. I see you around. You seem real nice, just based on your blog posts and stuff. Definitely one of those people where I'm like, "I should speak to them. They seem cool." You know? Like, feel free to just poke me so then we can chat. Jab my DMs. Because I'm someone who cannot just do that.

Like, Romeo? What a fucking character. I need to just delve into your blog and just find out about this funky gallade. I need to interact with your characters more. Let our characters interact. I feel like Hope would get on just swell with them. Or a future character that I have in mind. That's a thing I need to do. Your art style is something I love. That very cartoony art style which is such a vibe. Definitely allows you to do some fun poses and expressions with your characters. I do look forward to when I see you posting. Let me eat up all your posts. Also, I just love the way you draw humans. That's such a style. Teach me.)

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 15 !!! AND part 16 !!!

TWO IN ONE WHAT these eps are kinda short ?? or my thoughts are idk ?? so I put them both together on one post 😬 but anyway let's go batcherssss 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x11

Crosshair you little gremlin 💕

ELENI AND HOWZER 🥺😭🥰👑

can someone please explain to me why Orn Free Taa has extra lekku, weird tiny ears and three fingers instead of four ??? mans looks like a different species 👀

"They fought for us and they have earned our respect" settle down Cham we all know you're gonna change your mind in 5 minutes hush

HERA AND CHOPPER MY BELOVEDS 💕💕💕

"uncle Gobi" 🥺

Hera watching the birds in the sky 🤲 following them with her hands 🥺

Howzer you absolute king 👑

Eleni and Gobi scheming together hehehe

I just know Eleni is SO proud of Hera 🥲 she's so much like her mom fr

"my hope is that you won't ever have to live a life like mine" ~ General Cham Syndulla ... meet General Hera Syndulla

"no take offs or landings" this is actually so adorable tho

Wrecker carrying all the weapons himself like he's only doing one trip with the groceries from the car to the house hehehe

Hera asks about the Marauder and Omega's like 'this beauty' *pat pat*

I wanna see Hunter's face watching Hera and Omega together 🥺

they're besties forever 💕

it's Hera's dream to live on a starship 😭

lmao could've had a bad batch reunion rn but Crosshair had other plans

Omega: ☝"did you know flying is about a feeling?" Tech: I have no idea what this means

Howzer being the only one to question imprisoning a child 😭

Eleni didn't even wait for the speeder to stop moving before jumping out 💅

"attempted assassination of Orn Free Taa" ??? attempted ?? did he not just die ???

The Bad Batch 1x12

"how unfortunate for your people to see your fall" LMAO Rampart I've seen s2 👀

Howzer immediately plotting to save Hera 💕

Hera and Chopper are absolute menaces and I respect them both for it

Gonky being part of the bad batch family 🤲

"you gave her our comm channel?" ~ Hunter is so done pls 😂

Tech: "children often overreact" Omega: "no we don't" YES OMEGA 🙌👑 she is so passionate and caring and loving and loyal I genuinely feel so proud of her 💕

Omega: "isn't that what soldiers do" Hunter: 😯

Wrecker @ Chopper: "what's his problem" how long do you have buddy?

Hera asking them all so desperately to save her family 😭😭😭 she has always cared so deeply

y'all I'm confused did Orn Free Taa actually survive that shot to the head? I feel like Rampart has no reason to lie about it?

they all peeking with their binoculars

Hunter's little 'let's move' gesture 🥰

Hunter hearing the droid and his sneak attack just dropping down on it 👌 bro how did you get up there so fast ??

knife knife knife knife knife knife knife kni-

Tech: "oh good" lolol

Wrecker's face when Hunter says Crosshair knows they're there 😭

Omega grabbing Hera's hand 🤲

Echo's face explaining to Hera why they're after Cham 😭😭

"I don't care about any of that, I just want my parents back" she's just a little kid in the middle of a war she doesn't understand 💔 this is too real and absolutely heartbreaking

"She's trying to save her family Hunter. I'd do the same for you" you tell him Omega 💪👑

Howzer and Crosshair staring at each other.....

Chopper and Hera having a lil chat 🥺

Omega: "he's my brother, they all are" Hera: "you're lucky" she really is 🥺

Howzer is trying so hard to protect Hera even with Cham hating on him and refusing to help save his own daughter 🙃

Omega and Hera came up with a strategic plan and now Hunter's on board 🥰

Tech is worried about them going by themselves 🥲

Echo getting caught scaling the wall: "a little help?" lmaooo

AND Hunter's little "hey" to distract the reg before pulling Echo up 💀

"I won't tell if you wont" lmao I love these two together 💕

Omega: "don't shoot down our shuttle" Tech: "wait what shuttle?!" ~ how many heart attacks does Omega want to give Tech this episode 😂

Hera blowing up an imperial refinery........ 👀

Tech: 'Omega what was that explosion?!?! Omega: hehe don't worry about it 💀

Omega: "do some damage Wrecker" Wrecker: "that I can do!" Wrecker happy makes me happy 🥰

THE TECH TURN THE TECH TURN THR TECH TURN THE RECH TUENCJDIWJXNW

Hunter telling Cham and Gobi that Hera hired them 💀

Hera: "we're getting the hang of this" Tech: "yes your dangerous and uncontrolled manoeuvring is as confusing to them as it is to us 🙂" he is so far past done with them oml 😂

Howzer 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Hunter looking back at him before they leave 😭

Howzer's whole speech in this scene 😭😭😭 it reminds me of Fives giving his pep talk to the cadets 🥲

Hunter sensing Crosshair??? and what if I never stop crying ??

my heart is breaking for Howzer I love him so bad 💔

Wrecker Omega high five 🥺

Tech teaching Hera and Omega 🤲💕

"Tech showed me how to scramble a ships signature" TECH TAUGHT HERA ONE SKILL THAT SAVED HER ASS A MILLION TIMES 😭

"keep an eye on your brothers, they need it" ~ Hera, the wisest person in the show fr

...did Chopper just say "Chopper out"

Crosshair has too many expressions to count this last scene, asking to hunt the batch down... my theory is he never had his chip removed but that venator engine fried it and it slowly stops working... we know that a lot of the chips are slowly starting to stop working in other clones, maybe its the same for Crosshair ?? so he's feeling a lot of confusion at hunting them down ?? maybe idk lol

two more down!!! my internet is still shocking and it's taking me like an hour to watch each ep bc of all the buffering 🥲 but anywayyy thank yalls for joining 💕💕💕

[papermatisse]

Solace || B.JY

† genre: horror, fluff?

† word count: 5.4k

† warnings: extreme stalker behavior, paranoia, betrayal

† synopsis: when the world seems to be entirely against you, sometimes all you need is a comforting set of arms and whispered reassurances to get you by.

† (a/n): fourth installment of spooktober anthology! stalkers freak me TF out :)! this is also the longest one thus far 👌. enjoy!

† taglist: @scuzmunkie @hipsdofangirl @hydroyaksha

anthology | masterlist

The life of a star is never purely the glitz and glamor they portray it as being, and the same goes for social media influencers. Not that she'd compare herself to a star, because she was anything but. Just an average nobody who managed to post pretty, aesthetically pleasing pictures that appealed to the masses. Though aside from the few hundred thousand people who awaited for her next update, she lived her life just as normally as anyone else. Wake up, go to work, go home. If she was feeling especially daring, perhaps she'd take a different route home just to experience something new. Her free time was spent traveling with her friends and gaining new experiences in life, all the while taking pictures to document her memories forever.

Perhaps things started changing around the time she grew more comfortable with her platform. She'd perfected the art of showing, not telling. Her brief stories were enough to sate the curiosity of her followers, though still maintain her overall privacy. She'd even grown comfortable slapping on the locations of her travels—albeit, she'd post them after she left.

At first, it was mundane. A simple acknowledgement of profile names she recognized as being veteran followers. She'd look out for their sweet comments or if they tagged her in any content. Sometimes she'd even invite them to her live sessions for simple one-on-one chats. There really was no indication of any ulterior motives.

The first time she sensed something off was after having had dinner with her friends, as she scrolled through the comments of her latest post featuring said meal. A single comment amidst the sea of a thousand others, seemingly unassuming at first glance, though enough to stir a feeling of unrest within her.

"The picture doesn't capture how absolutely tender your steak really was."

It left a lingering thought in her mind as she went to sleep that night. It's a common statement, and one she's heard quite a few times, though in the context of meeting someone in person. They usually like to comment something nice like "your pictures do you no justice," or something along those lines. Hearing this comment online, and not even about herself, just felt… off. Though she tried not to dwell on it. There will always be a shroud of ambiguity when conducting communication online. It's a facet of this life that she must consider at all times.

Though as time progressed, the strange occurrences seemed to only intensify from that point on—all deriving from the same username.

DanteanNomad.

She recalled the name towards the start of her account, though he never actually spoke. That comment of her dinner was his first interaction with her. The first of many, so it seemed.

He had begun leaving comments on every new post she made, each comment just barely skimming the gossamer thread of suitability.

"You have such a captivating presence, even in the virtual world."

"I find myself coming back to your profile long after you've posted, just because you're always on my mind."

"I'm always eager to see what you'll share next. It's like a little window into your world."

He even comments in her lives, yet somehow only she seems to be wary of his approaches. No one else seems to notice. Her friends have merely suggested blocking or reporting him, yet something deep in (y/n) knows that won't do her any good. Especially after a certain post she made garnered yet another comment from this person.

"The blue sweater was a good choice."

It was his most unsettling comment. It was mundane like everything else he says, though the underlying connotations were beginning to surface in her mind. Because how else would he have known that she spent nearly an entire hour debating on wearing it before finally opting to do so? And through the gut wrenching anxiety which twisted her insides and tormented her heart, she successfully blocked him.

At least that's what she thought happened. However, he continued to appear on her account, as if her countermeasure did absolutely nothing to deter him. Neither blocking, nor reporting, nor even calling customer support for assistance. Nothing seemed to rid her of this plague upon her life.

His words were beginning to get to her, and she felt herself sinking into a dark chasm of paranoia. As if nowhere was safe for her anymore. As if her own walls seemed to be only a mode of voyeur for his own sick delight. It left her seeking an answer to her anxieties, worriedly searching her home with a wooden bat at the ready, yet coming up empty. Not even a secret camera nestled in any dark and unassuming nooks of her room. Yet these precautions did not sate those paranoid thoughts consuming her.

"How about we host a party?" Belle suggested, hope in her voice as the group of friends sat together at a cafe. "A little house party at my place! Just us. We'll invite some trusted friends and colleagues. Just let loose, without the worries of being in a public place?"

The group slowly turned to (y/n), nestled in the corner of the booth, sipping away at her beverage whilst nervously considering the proposition. Her friends had been nothing but supportive, albeit with a touch of skepticism in their mannerisms. They didn't see the cause for concern in it all, but they saw (y/n) and how the occurrences ate away at her. To them, she was perhaps going through a minor mental breakdown and needed all the support she can get.

So while the prospect of a party made her incredibly uncomfortable, especially during such a strenuous time as this one, she could see where her friends were coming from. She could see their attempts at a compromise. They wanted to bring her relief in the only way they knew possible, which was having fun and forgetting your worries. The thought was touching, even if the idea of a party brought a subtle edge to her disposition. She didn't want to be a damper on their fun. She didn't want to be the driving force to expel her friends from her life.

And so she found herself, rather unwillingly, nodding along to their idea.

With the party in full swing, (y/n) attempted to blend in with the other participants. Some faces she recognized, others she didn't. Names had begun to blur into one, and she found it more and more difficult to keep track of the attendees with every new introduction she received.

Sooner rather than later, she found herself slipping out the sliding glass door onto the balcony. The cool night air was a comforting presence on her overheated body, sharply contrasting with the sheen of sweat residing over every square inch of revealed skin. With the full moon hanging overhead,she allowed herself to drop her defenses, body weary from being on edge the entire night. The thought of leaving revolved around in her head, and she toyed with the idea, amusing herself with silly schemes of escaping under the surveillance of her friends.

The sound of the sliding glass door jostled her from her thoughts, defenses building up once more as she turned around and prepared herself for the battle of socializing.

"Hey," the man greeted, gently nodding her way. He was another familiar face of many. A friend of a friend's, no doubt. While she wanted to dismiss him, she knew he meant well.

"Hello," (y/n) responded meekly, nervously tapping a finger against the red cup in her hands. The man gave her space, which she was rather grateful for, as he approached the railing of the balcony and leant against it.

"Taking a break?" He continued, staring out into the city. Whilst his eyes lingered elsewhere, he carried that air that his undivided attention was upon her.

"Yeah." He never turned to her, and so she followed his lead, staring out at the city below. Though unlike him, her resilience was much weaker, and she continuously kept glancing his way. "You, too?"

"Just a little break. Never hurts to lay low for a few minutes. Get off the freeway and do a little drive."

Such a simple analogy, one that seemingly pertained to solely the party, though she couldn't help but gape slightly at his words. They seemed to transcend the immediate situation and coincide with her exact predicament. And the subtle dose of validation had her defenses weakening by the minute.

"Yeah, I get that. I get that a lot actually." Her voice wavered as her emotions seemed to take over, doing everything in her power to hold the onslaught of tears threatening to be released. The last thing she wanted was to startle away this kind stranger with a sudden bout of crying. Though he was just full of surprises she wasn't prepared for.

"Hey. Hey, it's alright. You're okay." His voice was soft, retreating from the railing in favor of comforting her any way he could. He hesitated in touching her, hands hovering over her body, though his presence alone seemed enough for her defenses to all but crumble as the first sob broke through. And then the next. And soon she was full blown weeping into this man's chest, burying her face into his dark sweater and releasing all of her pent up frustrations.

His arms around her were a comforting constant, rubbing up and down her back and holding her tightly against him. She felt… safe. For the first time in a long while, she didn't feel eyes upon her or the paranoia that someone was attempting to infiltrate her space. It was just her and him. And she couldn't have been more grateful.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, hands grasping at his top in desperation, not wanting this reprieve to ever end. He seemed to understand as he just shushed her and drew her closer.

"It's okay. You're okay."

She didn't know for how long they stood there for, rocking back and forth in this calming trance-like state. As if slow dancing to the acoustics of the cityscape below them. And it was all she could have asked for.

"Thank you. For everything." A final sniffle on her part, and she hesitantly shifted to look up at him. "I don't know your name." He let out an amused huff, arms still wrapped around her body, though retracting just enough to meet her curious gaze with his own delighted one.

"Jinyoung."

The coming days were a mix of ups and downs which rattled the very fabric of her life. Any semblance she may have attained had been washed away with the torrential events succeeding that of the party.

On the one hand, following that very night on the balcony, (y/n) found herself more than grateful to have met Jinyoung. Sweet, attentive, dedicated Jinyoung.

He filled her days with kind messages, reminders she was not alone in this and that he was always there for her whenever she needed him. It was a comforting sentiment, waking up to texts from him and then going to sleep on call with him. He'd send lovely pictures to her, like a dog he passed by on a walk, or the setting sun from the view of his apartment. As if saying he thinks of her in everything he sees.

Jinyoung through his ceaseless attention upon her proved how truly little her friends seemed to acknowledge her and her situation. The way he provided his undivided attention whenever (y/n) deemed to speak on the subject was further proof that her friends had merely granted her a percentage of the help she needed. She realized she was venturing into dangerous ground, though she couldn't deny the feeling that Jinyoung was perhaps the only person she really needed in this lifetime.

And he continued to prove that with every thoughtful action of his.

Though even with this brief reprieve, the plight seemed to only spiral more out of hand than ever initially conceived.

Again, it started out covert. Live streaming with her fans when she accidentally broke a vase of hers. It was entirely circumstantial, and she laughed it off for the viewers, even if she was disappointed in the cute decor she had picked out herself when first moving in.

Within a matter of days, however, the once demolished vase she presumed she'd never see again was found at her doorstep, neatly tucked away into a box. Pristine and brand new.

Her friends all praised the mystery fan who sent it, commenting on how sweet it was of them to do so, but (y/n) grew even more uncomfortable, as all she had ever shown of that vase was a single shard when it broke. There was no possible way for someone to know the exact item she once had.

Her suspicions were soon being proven with the first sighting of a photograph in her mail. Photos of her house. Photos of the cafe she frequents. Photos from her friend's house where the party was just a few weeks ago. All information she's never revealed online before.

The next set of images was that of her in her day to day. Walking with her friends at the park, reading at the cafe, even shopping at the grocery store. Images taken from afar, though unsettlingly close enough that she could have very well seen them had she looked around.

At this point, her friends were now growing wary of the situation, understanding the severity of it all as it had gotten this out of hand. Jinyoung was the one to suggest the cycling method. One person stays with (y/n) at all times. Whether it be staying over at her house or spending the day with them elsewhere, she would always be monitored by one of them.

Surprisingly, they all agreed, and the rotations soon began. Just as Jinyoung had planned, one person would take night shift, and when the next would show up for their shift, they'd leave. Things seemed to work swimmingly, and (y/n) felt more comfortable than she had in ages. She began reducing her time online, as well, keeping her online presence even more professional and disconnected than ever before. If there was anything she was doing to feed this person's delusions, she wanted to put an end to it as soon as possible.

"Where did you go?" Jinyoung asked from where he sat on her couch, eyes remaining on the screen where their movie was still playing.

"I went to get the mail before it got dark," (y/n) responded, pressing her back against the door to close it as she made her way back to the living room with Jinyoung. She shuffled through some junk mail and a few letters from fans before landing on a small mailer package. There was nothing attached to it. No return address or indication of any shipping company, nor did she recall ordering anything recently.

Absentmindedly, thoughts still wandering on the subject of what she could've purchased, she peeled back the sticky opening, reaching in to retrieve the item. Though as her fingers grazed a suspiciously familiar material, she retracted, eyes widened as fear began to settle in once more.

The fabric was unmistakable. Something that had been lingering in her mind for quite some time now, and she both wanted to confirm her fears though also run away from them.

Tentatively, she tilted the package her way, peeking into the mailer for a mere second before a gasp ripped forth from her throat, tossing the offending object across the room.

"(y/n)?" Jinyoung was immediately by her side, movie abandoned as he focused on the panicked girl hyperventilating and staring at the thrown package. His hands wandered about, brushing back her hair, stroking away her tears, squeezing her shoulder, anything to get her back to reality. "(y/n), talk to me. What's going on?"

She was silent. Her throat had constricted upon itself. The room seemed to sway in this infinitesimal spiral, as if her body wanted to shut down, though her brain refused to go unconscious. This painstaking tug of war that left her absolutely deteriorated.

There was a momentary lapse in her demeanor as Jinyoung's presence anchored her to reality. His soft and warm touch grounding her when she could have drifted off long ago. His sweet whispers murmured into her ear, drawing her away from the accursed object lying at the other end of the room. And she was once more glad to have Jinyoung by her side, lulling her to a rare yet ever so peaceful slumber.

When she wakes up, she'll explain it to him. She'll explain how weeks ago, as she did her laundry, she realized her favorite undergarment had all but disappeared. She'll explain how she searched high and low yet couldn't find it anywhere. She'll explain how she briefly forgot about it from how long it's been.

She'll explain how she finally found them—in an anonymous package delivered to her.

"Is this the last of it?" Jinyoung's voice sounded from behind (y/n) as she stood amongst a sea of boxes. A quick scan of the room, listless and barely even acknowledging anything, she turned to Jinyoung with a nod.

"Yeah… That's all of them."

"Are you sure?" He asked again, stepping into the room to stand beside her. She looked around again, though now she felt even less concentrated on the matter as his gentle touch once more rested on her, warmth penetrating through her sweater and stirring a sense of comfort in her conflicted mind.

Another nod, along with a brief and assured smile, and Jinyoung finally seemed sated. He glanced around alongside her, eyes scanning the many boxes scattered about his guest room.

"We'll get to packing after we eat, yeah? What would you like?"

"You can order whatever."

"I want to eat what you want to eat."

Her cheeks warmed under his attentive gaze, muttering something about giving her time to think as she wandered out into the main living area of his apartment—of course, with Jinyoung in tow.

As if he hadn't done enough for her as is, the moment that horrid package arrived at her home, Jinyoung had all but insisted she live with him. At least for the time being. Until she can find her bearings. Find a solution to this ordeal.

It had taken some insisting on his part, as she didn't want to burden Jinyoung anymore than she already had. He urged her into accepting, anguishing over the possibility of her being harmed while he's not there for her. How tormented he'd feel if she were to ever get hurt. And no matter how much she wanted to reject his proposal, insist that she could return home to her parents whilst she figure out the ordeal, she felt compelled to accept his offer. His soothing warmth encompassing her as she wept into his chest, the low timbre of his hushed voice quelling her frightened soul. Jinyoung felt like safety.

His apartment reflected his personage well. As if a perfectly crafted haven for her. Decorating which fit her tastes to a tee, kitchen stocked with all of the foods she loved to eat, even her favorite candle scent filling the air whenever she walked around. Her room as well carried this sense of home with it. Even with the swarm of boxes stacked within it, it felt like she belonged there.

All of this was only a mere factor of her new happy living situation, as the primary source of that security came with Jinyoung's presence. Those texts she had always loved receiving now transitioned into little sticky notes everywhere. Reminders to eat and take care of herself, to text him when she wakes up, silly jokes to brighten up her day. And when he'd arrive home to see her seated at his couch, the mirthful smile that would spread on his face all but melted her heart. The grins he'd give her as they cooked dinner together, watched movies together, existed as one together.

Perhaps that's why she wasn't too shocked when Jinyoung one day asked her to be his.

A sweet and simple declaration of love. With full stomachs and wine muddled minds, he professed how he felt whilst they sat in the living room, movie long forgotten as their conversation hit uncharted waters. His thumb smoothed over her knuckles, eyes ardently staring into her own as he spoke. It was undeniable now how smitten she was with him, something she hadn't truly processed with all that had been conspiring in her life. Though now with the light of the moon seeping into their home, intermingling with the warm orange glow of the lamps, movie droning on as mere white noise in the background, and Jinyoung's adoration practically radiating off of him in waves, she felt it near impossible to reject him. A shy smile and a whispered acceptance, their fates were sealed with a deep and passionate kiss.

A whirlwind romance that seemed too good to be true. Sticky notes exchanged for morning whispers and good night kisses. Cuddles on the couch, Jinyoung's soft and tender touch lulling her into a state of tranquility. As if nothing could ever harm her again. And for a moment, she had forgotten what had led to such happiness. What trials she had gone through to get where she was now.

It was almost scary how quickly she had forgotten what lay outside the safety of Jinyoung's apartment. Even the brief outings with her friends seemed to never spark that subconscious paranoia that had lay resilient up to this point. Her social media had returned to its state of normalcy. Live sessions were back to how they once were. Comment sections were filled with their usual dynamics of love and hate. And through a bit of hesitancy on her part, after checking the account that had been tormenting her—DanteanNomad—she was pleased to learn he had gone radio silent.

It seemed things were back to normal. And there was only one thing left to take care of.

"What?" Jinyoung asked, voice low as he looked up from his dinner plate.

"I think I should move back home." He remained silent, staring at her through his lashes with furrowed eyebrows. She took that as a sign to continue on either way. "I mean, your solution worked! I've been safe and protected this whole time. To be honest, perhaps a little coddled at this point." She laughed, though Jinyoung again stayed quiet. "There's no activity anymore. I think it's safe to go back home."

"I don't understand." Jinyoung put down his fork with a clatter, hands wringing together and resting against his mouth. "What about this place isn't home to you? Is it the guest room? You can just sleep with me in my room. Is the food not satisfactory? Are you not happy with the couch or the TV?"

"Jinyoung," (y/n) cut him off, a chuckle of disbelief expelling from her lips. "It has nothing to do with you at all! I don't know how you could have come to that conclusion. You've been nothing but supportive of me." His eyes seemed to endlessly pierce into her, still waiting for a valid explanation. "I just think… We should have space."

The silence was near deafening. The kind of silence where your ears ring to fill the void. A thick tension filled the atmosphere, this heaviness lingering in the room that felt almost suffocating in a sense. And Jinyoung's eyes remained trained on her. Gone were the warm and loving eyes of her lover. The eyes that would crinkle every time he laughed. The protective eyes she'd wake up to, already watching and waiting for her to wake, too. There was no comfort in his gaze now, replaced only by a dark, cold, unforgiving emptiness that twisted her gut into knots.

"Space?" He asked, eyebrow quirking up at the word he all but spat out.

"Jinyoung…" Her voice was wary, barely even spoken above her breath. "I don't want to rush through things. You have to understand. I want things to be as natural as possible. I don't want to jump into certain stages of our relationship that we're not ready for." Her hand shook as she reached across the table for him. His eyes lazily drifted to her hand and back to her, and after a few seconds, he reluctantly held her hand in his. Though the comfort she sought in his hold was hard to find, his touch feeling cold, uncaring almost. "If you think about it, you'll feel even more excited to see me when we meet. Distance makes the heart grow fonder."

The remainder of the night was perhaps the strangest she's ever seen Jinyoung be. He walked about the apartment like a robot. Eyes distant and calculating. Posture tense and brooding. He cleared the table, cleaned the dishes, prepared dessert, all in utter silence. Even on the couch, his demeanor remained as is. It was as if it didn't matter how close she got to him. The little kisses she pressed to his jaw to try and awaken him from this state. The swirled patterns she'd trace along his chest. Jinyoung stayed in this perpetual state of solitude. And if she wasn't mistaken, it looked almost as if he was thinking. So deep in thought that he barely even processed when the movie ended and she got up to go to bed. A final kiss goodnight, and she went to her room.

The next day was like a complete switch from the night before, with the return of her loving and affectionate Jinyoung. He helped her pack any necessary items, insisting she keep everything else here for whenever she sleeps over. He helped return her home, checked the premises to make sure she was safe, and even helped her unpack afterwards. To top it all off, he decided to stay over, and she couldn't have been more delighted to have this Jinyoung back, cherishing the cozy embrace of his arms around her again.

Like that, she entered another state of normalcy. A combination of her days before the online occurrences and her days after meeting Jinyoung. They'd spend their free time together, go out on dates with one another, alternate houses for movie night. She had to relearn how to live on her own, but the joy of living life without any fear made up for any discomforts she may have felt.

Life was perfect.

(y/n) closed the door behind her with a huff, tossing the sponsored packages she received onto the floor. With a heavy sigh, she trudged through the darkness of her house and into the kitchen, fishing out a water bottle from the fridge before turning to find the light switch. Though as she did so, she was greeted by the sight of flowers on her counter.

It was a rather obscure sight to behold. A clash of purples and yellows and blues. The ones she could identify were baby's breath. So, so many. Practically pooling out of the feeble vase the flowers were tucked away into. Turning the vase around, she searched for a note. Perhaps Jinyoung brought them in whilst she was out. Though when she did find the slip of paper she had wanted, it was empty. Virtually no writing at all. And while she was momentarily stumped, a brief flash of a memory sparked in her head. The memory of an equally blank return address.

A gasp surged forth from her throat, backing away from the flowers until she was pressed against the wall. She clutched her phone, ready to call for help as she slipped out of the kitchen. But then she took a gander at the living room.

The first thing that caught her eye was the pop of green suddenly in her vision—a moss green couch. Atop it were pillows that complemented its shade, and a throw blanket across the cushions. The walls were adorned with artworks she admired, bookshelves contained trinkets she fawned over. And atop the coffee table lay a candle of her favorite scent.

All of these things were mere fantasies to her, nothing more than fleeting desires for a future home. Added to a wishlist of her own to track them for future reference. Yet now resided in her living room as if always having belonged to her.

At this point, her mind was racing, heart beating out of her chest. Her eyes darted around her home to find that practically everything was unfamiliar to her. Paintings, vases, furniture, plants. Everything was different. Everything was what she had always wanted. Yet she had bought none of it.

In a surge of mindless panic, she bolted out of the living room and down the hall, eyes downcast so as to not see the walls lined with more unfamiliar decor. Once inside the sanctity of her bedroom, she planned on calling for help. Whether it be from her friends, the authorities, Jinyoung, someone had to come and save her from this hellscape of a house.

She all but shoved open the door, nerves alight with utter fear from what she had just experienced. Her hand clutched the phone like a lifeline, just about ready to call emergency services before she caught sight of what had become of her room. What nightmare had unfolded in the place she once considered her sanctuary.

Every square inch of wall.

Every available surface.

Every single speck of her room.

All of it was plastered with photos. Photos of her.

Ones printed from her social media just last week, ones from years ago, ones she had deleted immediately after posting, ones she didn't even remember taking. Shots of her walking around town with her friends or spending time on her own out and about, like the ones sent to her in the mail, yet these she had never seen before.

There were shots from her window as she did her makeup. Shots of her changing, though with horizontal dark lines obscuring the full images—grates from her louvered closet door… as if having been taken from within.

Photos of her sleeping in her bed... taken from right above her.

She stumbled back, a gasp catching in her throat as her pulse thundered in her ears. A whispered sob spilled from her lips, and then a defeated, mortified shriek as she crumbled in upon herself. Her body coiled into a fetal position, face burying itself into her knees. Her one refuge which hadn't been violated by this sickening invasion.

She didn't know for how long she remained there until Jinyoung soon came, the familiarity of his voice calling out to her relieving her anguish almost instantaneously. A remedy to her every ailment. (y/n) felt his hands roam across her, gathering her limp body into his own sturdy one, cradling her to him in his protective embrace. He littered her face with soft kisses, brushing away her tears and whispering reassurances to her. If he was shocked by the surrounding area, she hadn't been made aware, mindlessly nestling further into his body and crying out the last of her tears.

"Jinyoung," she muttered weakly, voice battered and defeated. He hummed softly, fingers gently carding through her hair as he rocked the two to and fro. Her eyes were shut, face pressed into the crevice of his neck, hiding away from the horrors of the world, the horrors of what she once perceived as her home. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, my love," he responded, voice mellow and steady. The vibrations from his chest soothed (y/n) as she grew more distant from her surroundings.

"I want to go home."

Those words were like music to his ears.

Everything he had ever strove for. Everything he had ever wanted in life. Like a confirmation that all of his hard work, all of the trials he'd gone through, had finally paid off. He had finally obtained his one sole desire—and he wasn't letting her go ever again.

A smile crept onto his face, a twisted and manic grin as his arms coiled around her tighter, claiming her as a constrictor does its victim. Taking a look around at the memories he had captured of her ever since he first met (y/n) online, he felt triumphant. Succeeding in both capturing (y/n) whilst simultaneously proving how she can never be safe without him. Victory was sweet, but this false vindication for a situation he himself conjured felt somehow even sweeter.

"Of course, my love. Let's go home."

[hunnybeegodcomplex]

Elle / Lo, 21 (nearly 22), she / her, est / edt, +18 only and NSFW-friendly looking for RP partners!

I require my partner(s) to love ooc chat and brainrot! They must also be communicative & creative. I love pings & ping spams ✨ honestly, it'd be great to become friends!

I like steady replies, but I think I'm pretty friendly & understanding! I won't ask for more than you can give; let me know if you need a break. Otherwise, I'm looking for one reply / week minimum, 2-3x / week preferred

NSFW / mature themes are welcome, but my roleplays are character-driven

I am an advanced lit and novella-style writer. I ask my partner(s) to be the same. I try to match length!

I only roleplay on Discord and I use Tupperbox. I can guide you through, if you need

I do not ghost and prefer not to be ghosted. Because of this and my previous five points, I am selective

I am best with mxf and fxf pairings. I haven't had as much experience with mxm, but I am open to them! I also welcome nb characters / muses

current wants / current favorite topics:

Most wanted right now is something from Life is Strange! The new game trailer has got me HYPED and I've been sucked back into things. I think it'd be interesting to design a plot around the newest game and its setting, and familiarize ourselves with it ahead of its release. Otherwise, my favorite settings within universe are the first game (obv) and True Colors!

Something set in the MCU / Marvel universe! It doesn't have to follow the plot of the movies, I'm just looking for anything fun and super powered! Incredibly familiar with everything up to Endgame, less familiar with everything succeeding that.

Peter Parker! From no particular universe, but PS4!Peter is always high on my mind. We can draw from multiple canons and sources though! always high brainrot for peter; always willing to write for / against him

Fandomless RP (plotting together & brainstorming!!). Particularly high fantasy & fantasy-medieval plots. I also love slice of life!

Got back into Fire Emblem: Three Houses recently too. I'm thinking Canon x OC or Canon x Canon, primarily. I honestly really want some Sylvain x OC, as a huge Sylvain enjoyer. Something about emotionally unavailable men just...😭👌 Big Netflix (Annette x Felix) fan, Dimileth (Dimitri x Byleth), open to others. Just let me know if you have others you'd like to discuss.

For some reason, I think it'd be really fun to do a half-serious, half-crack Twilight RP. No other parameters, we can discuss if you're interested lmao

For a comprehensive list of all of my details, please click here! If you're interested, like / interact with this post, and I'll DM you or feel free to DM me! ✨

*posted approx. 1PM EDT time; may repost for more visibility later!

[bearsanpancakes]

Mitsuki Izumi - IDOL STAR LIVE 2023 Rabbit Chat

[Note: I am translating from the Taiwanese server of IDOLiSH7, not the Japanese server! Translations might differ from the original Japanese version due to that, but it shouldn’t make too much of a difference overall!]

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Mitsuki: Tamaki~ 😄

Mitsuki: Do you have some time to spare?

Tamaki: Mikki~ [1]

Tamaki: Yup! What’s up?

Mitsuki: A: Fruit tart

Mitsuki: B: Chocolate cake

Mitsuki: Pick one‼️

Tamaki: What!? That’s impossible to pick from!!!!!

Tamaki: B…

Tamaki: Actually, hang on

Tamaki: A

Tamaki: Hm………….

Tamaki: I choose both 🥺🥺

Mitsuki: Lolol

Mitsuki: I might be able to make both if I start early in the morning 🤔

Tamaki: Huh!? Mikki, you’re making them yourself!?

Mitsuki: Yup! I have some spare time over the weekends and I haven’t made cakes in a while, so I wanted to try making them again

Mitsuki: My job finished early and I wanted to buy some supplies before heading home, so I asked for your opinion 😄💪

Mitsuki:

Tamaki: So that’s why you asked me, I’m glad about that

Tamaki: I love Mikki’s cakes the most

Tamaki: I’m super looking forward to it!!!!

Tamaki:

Mitsuki: I’m the one who’s glad to hear that you’re glad!!!

Tamaki: Hehe

Tamaki: But is it really okay for you to make both of them?

Mitsuki: Yup! That’s because this is also a reward for you!

Mitsuki: I heard you’ve been working hard to prepare for your exams after all 💪

Tamaki:

Tamaki:

Mitsuki: Huh, what’s wrong?

Tamaki: Actually, I can’t muster up the energy to work hard…

Mitsuki: Didn’t you return to your room early last night after saying you wanted to study, though?

Tamaki: I mean yeah, but

Tamaki: I instantly fell asleep the moment I opened up my books

Tamaki: I also wanted So-chan to keep an eye on me while I studied in the break room earlier

Tamaki: But I left my books at the dorm

Tamaki: I can’t muster up the energy to work hard anymore…

Mitsuki: What are you talking about? You’re already working hard!

Mitsuki: The fact that you returned to your room early and wanted Sogo to keep an eye on you is already really impressive!!

Mitsuki: Tamaki, you’re excellent!

Tamaki: Mikki…

Mitsuki: Alright! You wouldn’t feel at ease if I said the cake was a reward, right? Then feel free to have some cake as a way to lighten your mood and help you concentrate instead 🙂👌

Tamaki: Mikki!!!!! 😭😭

Mitsuki: I just sent Iori a text about the cake as well 👌 It’s impressive that both you and Iori are working hard for your studies and as an idol…!

Tamaki: That’s because Idol Star Live will be held soon

Tamaki: Iorin should be fine, but I’ll cause trouble for everyone if my results are bad and I have to take supplementary classes

Mitsuki: Hey now… you wouldn't be causing any trouble at all

Mitsuki: I’d definitely pat your head if you were in front of me right now!!!!

Tamaki: Then I’d have to crouch down so that your hand can reach my head 😏

Mitsuki: I can reach your head even if you don’t crouch!!! (lol)

Tamaki: Thanks

Tamaki: Mikki Tamaki: I’ll do something for you as thanks after my exams!

Mitsuki: There’s no need! Your thoughtfulness makes me glad enough 😆

Tamaki: Nope, I made up my mind

Tamaki: I’ll buy tons of cake with Iorin at your family’s bakery!!

Mitsuki: Lololol

Tamaki: Ah, but Iorin’s buying stuff from his family’s own bakery, I don’t think this counts as thanks then lol

Mitsuki: That's not true! My parents said that they feel happy watching the both of you and Isumi come to the bakery after school and enjoy their food 😋

Mitsuki: I’m sure I’d be super duper happy if I got to see you guys like that as well! I’ll be waiting for the thank you gift ✌️✨

Tamaki: Alright!

Tamaki: I’ll start giving it my all tomorrow just for this

Tamaki:

Mitsuki: That’s the spirit! Don’t push yourself too hard though

Mitsuki:

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End of Rabbit Chat

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[1] - The formatting on tumblr is really bad so I wasn't able to include it, but Tamaki ended this sentence with a little King Pudding emoji! Here's what the line actually looked like:

[thedemolitionderby]

Hey there! Thank you for sharing your experience in such detail!

You're not alone in discovering who you are through writing. I sort of did that too, a long time ago though not knowing why I was so drawn to one particular type of scenario and writing.

Internalised shame...yeah, lol. I wouldn't be surprised, it's...quite common from the deitykins I've talked to. Honestly it took me a long time of saying 'I'm a loki deitykin' to stop cringing, so that just takes time. I'm not over it myself tbh, I still cringe a lot but yk. Acceptance takes time.

And about worship...I don't really think godkins have the right, if they aren't the God yet, to...you know, be worshipped. Because well we're all flesh sacks man, we can't do the God that we are incarnations of's job or answers prayers that we might be associated with when we identify as godkin. Anyone who claims to be able to is probably lying, unless they can prove to you yknow. And yes, being a deitykin SHOULD be humbling. It's nothing to do with wanting to feel Powerful and above people - yeeeaaaa they're probably looking to do shady stuff if they claim to be all powerful (without proof). :p

It's a shame really. 'Deitykins' who claim to be the God have ruined the reputation of the godkin community. Yknow before I heard about the Humble perspective, when I was new to the godkin thing (still am but I mean when I JUST found it and was looking for definitions, etc) most of what comes up is unfortunately deitykins acting out, being asses, claiming they need to be worshipped and are the God and oh dear, that makes me cringe a lot. If that's what you have seen as well, I promise not everyone is like that.

Good to hear from you and do feel free to drop an ask or dm if you wanna chat about godkin stuff, I'm new to this too but always happy to chat

😃👌 (boomer emoji signoff)

What is it like being godkin/deitykin for you? What is your story - how did you find out you were godkin? How does being godkin impact your day to day life? Do you see living and existing as different if you are godkin, vs if you are not? What do you think is your purpose for being here, at this time, as godkin? How do you see yourself?

I would love to learn about y'all's experiences as godkins! Comment or dm me anything you'd like to share, even if it's not included in the questions. Just things to think about!

You can comment if you're not sure too, rant your thoughts if you're confused. No pressure to be 100% certain here. This post is for godkins or deitykins specifically!

[zealofchronos]

A male reader blog? In this economy?!? What are the fucking odds?

Unrelated but oogh I love your formatting it's so 👌👌👌 makes my braincell very pleased

Anyways!! Please feel free to disregard this if you aren't actively taking requests, I just wanted to write this idea down before I forgot it haha. So... Ingo, right? Mr train man. The yoinky sploinky.

I'm assuming you've played PLA (if you haven't my bad) but... Perchance some headcanons of a warden ingo and a male reader. Reader is a member of the diamond clan for that sweet forbidden romance.

For specifics, Reader has a weird affinity for Pokemon and has befriended a completely feral weavile that dropped through one of the space time vortexes!! His Weavile is homies with Lady Sneasler so naturally he and Ingo have become friends.

Anyways!! General relationship headcanons between them, perhaps a little sneakiness to avoid getting caught (even if they're extremely obvious and everybody knows) both sfw and nsfw are fine, whatever u feel like doin my man

For a final note, if you do named anons, can I b Bones Anon? Because I eat bones 🦴

Thank u have a good day

hello, hello ! ♡

why, yes, i do so happen to be a male reader blog! also thank you, hehe, i didn't think much about the formatting.. i just got inspired by seeing other writer blogs and went this is my style :)

anyway, looks like not only do we have our first request and first official post, but also my first ever anon! ♡

welcome to the cozy corner, bones anon! 🦴

yes, i have played LA! i've watched some, rp'ed some, but played even fewer for pokémon— i only have shield and LA, and i'm planning to get SV soon though! i absolutely love the idea you've bestowed upon me, ingo is such a skrunkle.

so, without further ado...

on the downlow ;; ingo x male!reader headcanons

content ;- fluff , nsfw , soft dom ingo , sub reader , anal sex , semi public sex , clothed sex , oral ( ingo receiving with implied reader receiving ) , sexy consent , creampie , cockwarming , implied aftercare , pet names ( darling )

not proofread. nsfw below the cut. minors dni.

> hailing from the diamond clan, values of time were always ingrained within you. sure, you weren't as vocal as adaman, but you held it in your heart. but as one who spends his time around pokémon, you never focused on "wasting" time, but rather "taking your time".

> no matter the type of beast you face, your patience never once ran thin, and you made tons of pokémon friends— some normal, but many out of the norm that many wouldn't ever dare approach.

> be it a raging ursaring, or curious ghosts that lurk, you always found a way to make friends. even this absolute feral weavile that everyone told you to not approach. it took way too much time, but you somehow managed to have it partner up with you.

> of course, with the help of the galaxy expedition team, you had found out that sneasel like cold places! you wanted to give your dear weavile some friends, so you decided to make a trip to the coronet highlands!

> little did you know, this little trip would sow a seed that would sprout over time. you met warden ingo, one who stayed with the pearl clan. it wasn't exactly you who initiated anything— but rather your beloved weavile had took an interest in lady sneasler.

and soon began this little relationship.

> ingo doesn't exactly have the pearl clan's ultimate belief in his heart— perhaps that is why he soon began to accept your presence around him and the pokémon he was the warden of. at first it was just idle chit chat as your weavile and lady sneasler began a friendship of their very own, but soon it grew. you'd exchange gifts and trinkets, things that reminded you of each other. it was wonderful, especially when he'd share a berry with you as he said you were as sweet as it.

> spending time out in the highlands meant it was often cold. despite your protests, claiming that you'll get used to it with "time", ingo's ragged coat would often be drapped around your shoulders. he thinks it's fitting on you, claiming that it was as though the "space" in his coat was perfect to hold someone like you.

> the protection of the ghosts you've befriended will always be something you cherish. for when night falls and you long for the other, they guide you in the darkness to meet him. he is more than happy to have you in his arms at the wee hours, and he secretly thanks the pokémon that guided you to him with little offerings.

> surely enough, some of the diamond clan would question your odd disappearances every time you went to seek him out. you'd never tell them where you went, despite them all being worried for you. after all, despite your patience with pokémon, it simply meant you were just as prone to trouble. sometimes the two of you would meet just outside jubilife, exchanging sweet affections hidden away from the gaze of your clans. nobody would be there, and it was perfect.

> by now, ingo proclaimed himself as an expert on... you. he knew you like his pokémon, the back of his hand. he knew what you'd like, where to find you... where you like to be touched, how his kisses affect you. yes... he does think he knows a lot about you.

he wants to know even more.

> nights in hisui were beautiful— the sky above was always astounding. but only one sight would maintain the spot of ingo's most preferred sight; you between his legs pleasuring him with your mouth. the same mouth that spouts flowery words as flirtacious remarks, the same mouth that peppers kisses across his cheeks. seeing you work so passionately to pleasure him makes him want to do the same to you. he will do the same to you.

> sometimes, touches go a little too far, and before you even knew it, the both of you are entangled in one another out in the open. far away from civilisation, far away from pokémon, the two of you are stuck in your own world with only each other. he holds you tightly by your waist as your legs lock around him, clothes barely tugged apart as he wanted you there and then. you couldn't complain, you wanted him too, after all.

> ingo always listens. "is this okay?" or "are you feeling good, darling?" are words you commonly hear in your ears as he gets intimate with you. holding you in an embrace so dear like no other, he makes sure you're always still there, feeling exactly what he wants you to feel. for as long as you tell him, he'd give his all to you and never less.

> you're intoxicating- addicting even. your tightness around him as him groaning in your ears and he simply wants to feel more. his hands roam all over you with a certain fervor, gripping down as he feels you up. your skin on his, you never expected that he was so close. the only sign you got was a low moan in your ears as he nuzzled in close, hips stuttering before he filled you up. you are always too good to him, and he wants to be just as good to you. he'll see to it that he'll clean up your messes, and he follows through every time.

> being a warden is hard work. it's stressful, especially when some other clan members are being nosy or bossy. when this happens, he can't help but want to seek you out. you are his saving grace, his divine angel that he wants to bask in the light of. when you finally meet him, you realise how pent up he is— but he doesn't want anything more but to feel you around him. he has you in his lap, his arms wrapped around you as he nestles himself within your warmth to stay there for as long as you both would like. the comfort of a lover has never felt better than this.

crystcrm 2022. do not reupload or plagiarise my works.

[tinandabin]

Hello Tina (if it's alright to call you that), I hope that you're well. Since requests are currently open, can I request a Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader (yandere or not is up to you)?

The story is she was a passenger at the Mugen Train (let him live, he deserves it 😔), that was seated close to him, and they have a good time. As he was recovering from the Battle (where he was talking about Reader to Senjuro and his friends always). Then one day, Reader went to visit him to express her gratitude.

If this is too detailed and you don't like it, then feel free to ignore this request.

That's all and thank you!❤

He's certainly one of my favorite characters of all time.

Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

a/n: the satisfaction I felt when I wrote the end 😌👌 hopefully u would like the ending. :) and yes @anfre109, you are right. He didn't deserve to die :'(

( where I found the above picture )

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Getting on the train with your luggage was no easy task when you were getting pushed around. Would not recommend it. 

"Agghhhh," Grumbling, you dragged your luggage across the train's floor and were ready to take a nap right there when a man with flaming red hair, very unique, came towards you. 

"Let me help you, ma'am!" His boisterous voice half-yelled. No problem. You have dealt with more weird people. 

Smiling at him you nodded and said, "Thank you!" 

"May I know which seat number you are supposed to be at?" His owl-like stare turned towards you as he without any difficulty picked up the luggage. Would 100% marry him. 

"Ah, yes, let me check my ticket," Glancing at your ticket you told him your seat number which he replied with his cheery laughter as he told, "What a surprise! We are seatmates." 

Oh. Sitting next to a hot man who is also strong and seems nice? Gods are being too nice, now aren't they. 

Reaching your seats you both settled down after the flaming hot man put your luggage in its respective places. 

"I am Kyojuro Rengoku! May I have the honour of knowing your name?" Respective. Getting the wedding ring ready. 

"I am (Name) (Last Name), it's a pleasure to meet you, Rengoku-San." Grinning at him, you answered his question. 

"Hahaha, the pleasure is all mine (Last Name)-San!" His enthusiastic voice is so nice to listen to! You can smell the favouritism of the Gods. 

You both chatted for....you don't know. But whatever, both of your morals were similar but different at the same time. You both also liked food a lot. Food is very tasty. You had also asked about his..sword. 

"Rengoku-san, why do you carry a sword with you?" Pointing at the weapon, you questioned him. Yes, he is handsome, respectful and nice but in no way do you look forward to dying today.

"I am a member of the demon slayer corps! Our job is to slay demons who feast upon the flesh of humans!" Proudly, he explained his job. Also explains how he wants to save people. 

Nodding, not really believing all that demon crap, you were about to ask more about his job when the lights started flickering and a very ugly, I repeat, very ugly monstrous creature appeared. 

"Please! Sit back and leave this part of the train!" Still smiling, he yelled at the passengers as all of them started pushing each other and leaving. One even stepped onto your foot..Fucking bastards.

You would leave too, but... It's not everyday you see such creatures!! And the fact you would get to see more Rengoku-san being strong? Signing up.

Laughing, a half-naked boar man launched itself at the monstrous creature. Is the boar not a monster? You didn't even notice him. 

"THIS IS SO SCARY!!" A yellow-haired boy, who is cute, ran towards the seat you were looking behind from not noticing you. 

...

..

.

"KYAAAA!!!! A BEAUTIFUL GIRL?!!?" Blushing, immediately started proposing to you, not giving fuck about the monster anymore.

"If you bare your fangs at innocent people, my bright red flame sword will burn you to the bone!" Does he ever stop smiling? How do his cheeks not hurt? 

As soon as he finished saying that, a flame-like trail followed his sword as he went for the monsters neck. 

How what how. 

As soon as he chopped the monster's neck off, it started degenerating? Isn't it supposed to just stop moving and not...do that? What the fuck.

"Hey...what was that?" Looking towards the yellow-haired boy as he basked in the attention you were giving him, he said, "A demon."

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"So, you were not lying when you said demons exist." Humming, he looked out the window, the passengers long asleep. 

"What was that flame-like thing that followed your sword?" Curiously you asked him. No bad intentions. 

Chuckling he replied, "That is a breathing style. Every demon slayer has one. I use flame breathing!" 

Slightly tired because you aren't used to talking this much, you fell asleep. At the same time did the rest of the demon slayers fell asleep. 

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The next time you woke up, the train was not on the tracks, passengers were passed out plus the sun was out. Did you really just sleep through such a big accident? 

Groaning, you got up as you slightly touched your head as you looked around for any signs of your new friends, which they insisted. 

Confused, you got up as you heard some wailing and sobbing. Walking that way your breath hitched at what you saw.

( a/n: to make kyojuro survive I will have to change some of his injuries. Don't come after me. )

Rengoku-san was covered in blood yet he was smiling. His eye was smashed and his leg a bit bent over, his left hand's pinky and thumb seemed broken. It also seemed as he had broken a rib.

Sensing someone's gaze on him, he turned your way and smiled sadly at you. 

"(Last Name)-san," He acknowledged you before he could also invite you in his final moments you ran to the passed out passengers and started looking through their luggage. Call you a thief or whatever but you are looking for some medical stuff that could treat Rengoku. 

Grabbing all the stuff you found, you ran towards where Rengoku was and pushed the other demon slayers out of the way, I mean you are a doctor. 

You firstly started to treat his smashed eye because you don't have the right equipment to treat his broken rib, plus if you look closely you can see that the broken rib isn't causing any damage to his internal organs. 

After wrapping his smashed eye you treated his bent-over leg, ouch, that seems like it hurts a ton. 

Applying some ointment onto his bent-over leg and then wrapping it up in bandages you started treating his broken fingers, doesn't seem like they would work any longer. The same goes for his eye.

Never had you worked so fast. Looking up at Rengoku to only see him passed out and just as you were about to get up the black-haired with burgundy tips stopped you and started expressing his gratitude for saving Rengoku's life. 

Patting him on the back you calmly said, "It's my job to save people, calm down. He will live."

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You have been visiting Kyojuro a lot. First reason, you are the one who is treating him and second, you are both... very close friends. He also insisted to call him by his first name. Who would say no?

Reaching his estate, Senjuro welcomed you in and took you towards Kyojuro's room. 

"Big brother is really excited to see you again, (Name)-san!" Senjuro beamed at you. Ever since you saved Kyojuro's life, their house has been more cheery and happy. Even his father is trying to quit drinking and start being better. 

Senjuro pushed you inside the room and ran away to God knows where. Chuckling to yourself you looked around to see Kyojuro looking at you with a light blush on his face. 

When he spoke your life changed. Literally. For the good though.

"You are the most special person in my life. I want you to follow me. I’ll show you a lifetime of happiness! I want to be with you until the day I die. Let’s build a family of joyful smiles together!"

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Sighing happily, you stroked Kyojuro's sleeping face as he nuzzled closer into your neck. 

I guess the Gods were being nice for a reason. 

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I have like no knowledge of how people used to propose to others in the Taisho era and I also don't know the right way to treat wounds so what I wrote of reader bandaging and applying ointment is probably the wrong method. don't come after me.

( where I found the above picture )

MASTERLIST

[with-love-from-hell]

Ayyyye R with Belphie, gimme that good old hurt/comfort 👌

R  》  Rupture

a breach of an otherwise harmonious relationship

1k event Masterlist

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Drabble

Written for GN!Mc (They/Them)

WC: ~600

CW:  swearing, social rejection, Belphie being stinky lol

Belphegor would have never thought that his brothers would have forgotten about him- especially Beelzebub- and yet here he stood, 10 minutes past show-time at the theater, and they were nowhere to be found. He had become less and less convinced that this was just his brothers usually running late as time marched on, and even more so when he began getting texts from the group chat, talking about who’s turn it was to have Mc’s quality time. 

Belphie hissed in irritation, ripping up the 8 tickets to the show and throwing them in the trash. He had been so excited to share the experience of the new documentary about newly discovered stars and planets in the three realms, but what good was the experience if he couldn’t share in it with someone else? He had thought Mc’s help in mending the relationships with his brothers would prevent something like this from happening. He sighed, dragging his feet as he made the long trek home, ignoring the wild buzzing in his pocket about where Mc could have run off to. 

It was always Mc this and Mc that...why did their whole life revolve around them now? 

Another sigh blew past his lips. He knew it wasn’t the frail human’s fault that they were so likeable. Even he had begun to find himself infatuated with them, but he knew that after his gross betrayal of trust, he wouldn’t ever hope to become closer to them...not like his brothers were, at least. 

“Belphie!” 

Belphegor turned, just in time to see a concerned-looking Mc running toward him. He blinked in surprise. When did they get here?

“Hey...” Their eyes searched his, a frown passing their lips when they saw the anger looming behind his violent irises. “Is everything okay? Weren’t we all supposed to meet up at the theater?” 

Belphie scoffed, rolling his eyes at them. “My brothers are too wrapped up in what you’re doing right now to give a shit about the movie.” 

Their eyes soften as they pull out their phone. He is surprised to see they had shut it off. 

“Were you in the theater?”

They look up for a moment, confusion passing their face. “Was...was that not the plan?” 

“We were supposed to meet outside the theater, dip-shit. I had your ticket, so how the hell did you even get in?” Belphie furrows his brow, seemingly not trusting them despite watching them run from the direction of the theater. 

“Oh.” They rub their arm in embarrassment. “I didn’t realize you had bought them. thought I had to buy my own.” 

Belphie scoffs again, murmuring under his breath. “stupid fucking human.” After the word passes his lips, he realizes something. He turns to them, seeing the hurt in their eyes at his words and instantly regrets it. They cared enough about it to even buy their own ticket, whereas his brothers had completely disregarded it even though they knew it was free. He swallows hard and averts his eyes, embarrassed at how he was acting toward them.

“Hey...instead of this dumb movie, why don’t you come with me.” Belphie mumbles, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “I can show you my favorite star-gazing spot in Devildom.” 

Mc’s eyes light up, eagerly accepting his offer. They trot behind him excitedly, asking questions about the stars in Devildom as they walk. Belphie finds himself feeling full in this moment, knowing that his brother’s consequence for leaving him out was missing out on some quality time with the wonderful human exchange student- who he had all to himself for as long as they would allow. 

[maddiedrawz]

hey! love your account, your art style is gorgeous!

I recently got ‘commissioned’ (i say this with quote marks coz she’s paying me in chocolate lol) by a friend to draw a piece for her and her boyfriends anniversary, she hasn’t given me a deadline, but i’m really struggling with art block and the motivation to finish it? I can only work on it in small intervals. you always seem to have a steady stream of art, so was wondering if you have any tips?

first of all thank you so much for the sweet message! and second- do you ever notice sometimes when im gone for like a week or so? yea that’s my like burn out/art block/busy period. but when im not burned out i just kinda draw non stop? that’s why it looks like im drawing fairly consistently, it’s cuz when i want to draw, I DRAW. A LOT. i’d like to think that i work pretty quickly- comes with being a grade A professional procrastinator LOL but tips on finding motivation? overcoming art block is different for everyone. for me sometimes you can’t really force it and i just wait for time to do its thing. and some other times my brain would cooperate with me. here’s what i do: i would just go back to drawing what i want, just take the pressure off. maybe go on pinterest and go through my hayley atwell folder and find a picture i want to draw. pinterest is a life saver for me tbh, highly recommend. also i think it’s valid to work in small intervals, it doesn’t make you any less skilled. but if you wanna try working for longer maybe put on a movie you like, a long video, or like a podcast so you would wanna sit there longer? idk that’s what i do- the stuff i watch these days are 40 mins up vids, pitch perfect, or i would just let the whole season of agent carter run in the background lol

well anyways i feel like im rambling now but i hope that helps! if you (or anyone really) have anymore questions about this or just wanna talk about it feel free to dm me!! tumblr ask box isn’t really a good place to like talk to me cuz i don’t check it these days LOL im sorry XD but yea my dm is open if anyone wanna chat👌✨

[sakura-rpblog]

🎊 I’m happy to have met you.

🗣 Care to talk outside of our threads? (discord/skype/twitter/etc)

👌 Your character portrayal is amazing.

👍 You’re doing great! Keep it up!

Munday Interactions:

First off -- thank you for approaching me to write! <3 and sharing your idea for the thread. I know everything is just about to start ( and I have been quite slow XD ) but I am excited about how it will go!

And yes, feel free to chat me up for anything. I do have discord, lmk if you want it :3 I can say I am pretty good replying to most DMs, though sometimes, it can be late XD but I reply to everyone!

Thank you so much for appreciating the way I write Saku XD I think your Shisui is funny ( and seems like a handful sdajfjaj ).

[pandanscafanfiction]

This chapter of "A Marriage of Inconvenience" is kicking the ever loving fuck out of my ass.

Fs in the chat, boys...

Nah, but in all seriousness, I hoped for the chapter to be out at the end of last month but unfortunately the cold weather and the holiday season have created a hell at work that has greatly gotten in the way of my writing time and creativity... On top of that, the chapter I'd outlined made this chapter waaayyyy longer than I originally had planned so I'm going to have to chop it down a bit because I had really planned for this chapter to be the last in Gladio's backstory arc...

Though it'll be later than promised now, the chapter WILL be up by the end of December...

A big "thank you" for all who have been supporting me in this!! ❤💕 And feel free to pop into my inbox or send me a message through anon if you want to talk about these sweet sweet boys with me! ☺️ From now until the chapter is up I will be answering all questions (within reason of course. I can't spoil too much!!) about the story so far or future aspects of it! Also any questions about the boys themselves and my versions of them in this fic! 😉 I want to make up for having such a late chapter, and that sounds like a fun way to do it. 👌😁

[dms-saggicorn]

Hello Anonies! I uh have a question for y'all. I was wondering what y'all like to see next? I got 3 asks left so as you'd imagine I'm kind of running out of ideas of what to post here lol besides ya know reblogs and stuff.

Like would you like to see more stuff about Dawn? If so I got a few written stuff about her like what her relationship with the other YB characters is like, How YB and her met and other fun facts about her (and a comic I've promised to post that is taking FOREVER because I get sidetracked, lazy, and tired often UnU not to mention other stuff too??? smh)

Ngl I kinda wanna dive deeper (pun not intended) on the accidental Mermay Au idea since the pics were received well. Specifically the relationship between Dawn and TK for some reason???? Got little sketchies of her and the YB crew too. I could share my thoughts on some characters from the game or whatever else y'all like to read or see from it :3

If Dawn and YOur B0yfriend is a dead end

maybe I could delve more into the Sunny Day Jack stuff? the "5 creepy things about Sunny Day Jack" post went surprisingly well lol and altho I haven't finished my designs for Brandy (Sunny Day Jack OC work in progress name) I do got some ideas and wip. Maybe we could come up ideas for her together? Idk I could chit chat about other characters from the game if anyone is interested? Could do little exclusive doodles for Jack and the others if anyone wants to see :3

SWWSDJ is wack?

I've been working on another OC for the John Doe game! Got a back story and overall story for them too a lot more than Brandy that's for sure lol (RIP Brandy) It was a lot of fun to developed since Doe is pretty much a wild card, at least a lot more than the others. I like before would be willing talk about others from the game if anyone is interested! Got wip pieces for him too >u>

Doe is a no no?

How bout 14 days with you? Oof Ren is...rather not yet, not unless anyone else wants to chat about him U///U been thinking shockingly about making an OC for the game too but I haven't thought up anything concrete about who'd they'd be yet but imma getting there :3

14 days with who?

How bout a playlist? I've thought of a lot of songs for the characters and relationships that i think fit them. I'd be VERY tempted to create pieces based on them too because art and music together??? Magic. Love that shit

👌😔👌

Nah playlist should be dissed?

Got a bunch of OC ideas for Hazbin Hotel. Been (very slowly) developing them and been putting them off because other junk getting my attention. I do got a few with just names and song ideas for em. Might wanna gush about the Hazbin characters too if y'all so choose??? Or when I develop more stuff :3

It's called HAZBIN hotel for a REASON?

The Desiree piece went quite well, Y'all wanna talk about Danny Phantom? Got no OCs but shit i could make one if I really wanted lol love that show clearly so wouldn't mind talking about it or making art about it some more :3

Well damn Idk we could chat about other old random stuff then. Bout me, what's going on with y'all, stuff y'all wanna share with me (god I'd love that) anything and everything goes Anonies UuU maybe keep it clean tho? but hey I can't stop ya I ain't ya guardian :p Any other fandom or show or game y'all wanna talk about go nuts I'll be game to talk bout it if I can :3

K k that's enough Rambling feel free ignore this post if ya want, pressure at all UuU hope y'all have a nice day/night/life in general Anonies. Take care 💜