#I kind of hate this

[bltchkawa]

Some stuff I did yesterday while battling drowsiness

[cjhclouds]

merry chrismtas

[kingcandyhorns]

IDC if he's bald, he's still cute

[thecheesiest]

Angriest man alive and his son

DO NOT REPOST

[undoing-anobrains]

bartender *

minors dni

wordcount: 2.4K

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving)

You felt very much out of place backstage surrounded by talented musicians, some of which you'd idolised for years, even if it was just from behind the bar. You wouldn't have been in the position if it weren't for your best friend who had convinced you to sign up to work for this company with her for a laugh, thinking you'd only be pulling pints for the crowd who were too pissed to comment on the size of the heads on said pints and turning away rowdy teenage lads hoping to use their fakes. Until you both arrived earlier that day and discovered that she had been assigned to that area but you were being sent alongside a few others to man the bar backstage which only the performers had access to.

It was quieter than you expected but you supposed that made sense given the constantly busy stages. A crowd of people would come in and order drinks after their performance and eventually filter out after a few minutes leaving the place dead again. Trying to make yourself  look busy you polished the same spot on the counter with a cloth and chatted idly to the three others who'd gotten roped into serving backstage.

Glancing up at the clock you realised that the headliners of the night would be finishing up momentarily and once they had been taken care of and left, you guys could close up the bar and go home for the night. And sure enough there was an influx of people into the previously empty space. Unlike the prior customers they were a large group seemingly including the band's entire team.

You hadn't looked into the line-up for the festival since it was so last minute when your best friend signed you both up to work at it so you were trying to peer into the crowd of faces in an attempt at subtly recognising one of them and determining who they were. Unfortunately though you were struggling to place any of them and instead busied yourself with pouring beers from the taps and measuring out glasses of wine and other spirits as requested.

There were a few cocktails here and there too which you were internally screaming at because the most experience you had with cocktails was drinking them so you were fairly clueless as to what the actual ingredients were for most of them. You'd never bartended before this as well so it was a recipe for disaster. Luckily your co-workers seemed to know what they were doing, or at least they did more than you, so you let them handle the more complex drinks.

Once the bar was calming down and everyone who had already been served their drinks moved out of the way to go sit at the tables dotted around the space you realised who had been playing. Mainly because the very identifiable frontman had wandered up to the counter and taken a seat on one of the stools directly opposite you.

Trying your best to remain composed you greet him warmly as he settles at the bar. Matty looked a bit exhausted but still had that magnetic charm about him. You were more of a casual listener but you knew your best friend would be going absolutely insane if she knew who you were going to be serving. He leaned against the bar and smiled, making eye contact with you "So..." he started and his voice was way more captivating than you expected "is there a reason everyone is queuing for the other bartenders that I'm missing or are they just intimidated by pretty girls?"

You're taken aback by how forward he is but at the same time this seems very in character for him based on the videos your best friend constantly sends you of their latest concert "I wish I could say it was the latter," you find yourself admitting "but this is my first time bartending and I don't really know what I'm doing so it's probably for the best."

"Oh," he raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your honesty "you could've fooled me love. Think you can handle me?"

Oh fuck. Your brain was going haywire because of the stupid pet name. It had already been reeling from him calling you pretty just moments ago but this was so much worse. Especially with the addition of his question - could you handle him? In that moment you come to the conclusion that you'd really like to try. So you tell him just that "Of course," with a challenging "do your worst."

His eyes are firmly fixated on you now and he almost seems amused by your response. Nevertheless, he gives in to your bait "get me a bottle of malbec will you...an old fashioned and two pints."

"The whole bottle?" You echo, albeit teasingly "good thing you've already performed...wouldn't want it to make your finger work sloppy."

Now Matty appeared even more interested by you "cute," he hums thoughtfully "but I can assure you darling that even with it, my finger work is more than adequate."

It shouldn't be this easy for his words to affect you but the insinuation has you thoroughly flustered even if you started it. "Good to know," is all you can manage to say in response as you finish fixing the drinks he ordered.

Then you pull a rather impulsive move and find yourself scribbling a note on the paper in the pocket of your apron and ripping it off, folding it up as small as you can but hopefully large enough that he realises what you've done. You pass him his drinks and he makes two journeys over towards one of the tables in the back where you can now see the rest of the band sitting down.

Just then you feel a gentle touch on your hand. Startled you look up and find Matty standing there with a faint smirk on his face. His fingers wrapped gently around yours and he slips something to you out of view of the other staff behind the bar. The sheer contact was enough to send a tingling sensation down your spine. "Thanks love," he says casually before letting go of your hand and returning to his friends.

When he's out of view and nobody's looking in your direction you open the palm of your hand to find a fifty dollar bill in it and the tiny piece of paper you had previously given him returned with a barely legible 'yes' scrawled below your much neater 'meet me after?'

Although your mind is anywhere but where it should be, you help the others wipe down the bar and start to close. Polishing glasses is dull work but it gives you the best view of Matty so you do your job dutifully and try to focus so you finish faster. The band and their crew slowly start to filter out of the bar, chatter spilling from their lips as they loudly talk of an after party happening else where. Matty is the last of them to leave, slowly striding out of the room and sending you a purposeful look before he’s out of sight.

There was no way of misinterpreting that look Matty had sent you though. Dark eyes clouded over with lust, soft peach skin and a lip bite that could be described as nothing less than seductive. You couldn’t walk fast enough away from the empty bar once you’ve finished cleaning up after them.

The bathroom in question was just a left turn and three doors down from the bar and once you arrive at the door you force yourself to take a couple of deep breaths. It was beyond fathomable that just behind this door coated with chipped white paint was Matty. Matty, waiting for you.

Pulling down on the handle gently, you tug it open, ignoring the tentative shake of your knuckles and the anticipation creeping up your spine. Leaning nonchalantly against the edge of the sink, ever present smirk spread across his cheeks was Matty, He ran as hand through his slicked back hair and sent a teasing smile in your direction.

“I’m surprised you came this quickly pretty girl,” he comments letting the nickname drip smoothly from his lips “so eager already.”

A light blush travels down your neck at Matty calling you pretty again. God was it addicting, you were already craving to hear him utter those words in that sultry tone again.

“Shy?” Matty quirks an eyebrow before you even have time to respond to his original remark “didn’t seem like it when you were making jokes about my fingers and giving me the eyes baby.”

“I’m not.”

“What was that?” He sends you a teasing glance “I didn’t quite hear you there.”

You repeat yourself embarrassingly quick at his command and seeing how quickly you obey brings a wide grin to his face.

“Tell me something darling are you going to be a good slut and make this worth my while or are you going to stay over there like a shy little thing.”

Your fingers loop into the belt holes of his trousers and you undo the belt before pulling them carefully, sliding gently until they pool around his ankles. The outline of Matty’s hardening cock was enough to make you pause and stare for a moment, already practically drooling and you hadn’t even seen it yet. Then you drop to your knees before him, your hands finding a home on his surprisingly firm thighs.

You pull Matty’s boxers down his thighs, exposing his dick which was becoming increasingly hard. He was breathtaking: veiny and bigger than you expected and you have to stifle the moan that nearly escapes your mouth at the mere sight of it. But of course it was beautiful, it was his.

Lapping your tongue experimentally at the tip of Matty’s cock you lick the drop of precum glistening at the surface. This had to be heaven, sure you were on your knees in a dirty bathroom still in your work uniform but being there with him was transformative. You move on to lick from the tip all the way down to the base of his cock multiple times, slathering it in your spit and pure desire. Matty glances down at your with an expression you can’t quite read as you look up through your lashes at him and take the head of his cock into your mouth once more and hollow your cheeks.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re doing so good for me. Fucking made to suck my cock weren’t you.”

You blush at the praise and the feeling of his cock brushing against the back of your throat repeatedly. You move further down, taking more and more into your mouth. Bobbing your head you feel strong hands grip into your hair and tug it roughly.

Upon glancing up you notice how dark his eyes have gone and before you know it he’s guiding your head until your nose is pressed against the skin just above his balls and held there. You gag around it at first but eventually became accustomed to the feeling of the obstruction in your throat and swallow it further and further.

"Take it all the way in slut,” Matty commands you “swallow around it baby, go on. I know you can do that, can’t you.”

You do just that, wanting to do anything to please him and as you do you hear a deep groan come from the throat of the man above you and you can tell by the shaky breaths and gasps he was letting out the longer you kept him there that he was growing close to his release. Just as you feel him twitch, Matty yanks your hair harsher than before and thrusts into your mouth, pounding against the back of your throat rapidly to the point where you feel a stream of salty tears trickle down your cheeks because of the intensity and speed your face is getting fucked at.

Matty smirks in satisfaction at how you shake, body convulsing as your eyes shine with tears and the little water marks on your cheeks from previous tears glisten in the dim light. You truly look beautiful there he thinks, on your knees and just taking everything he has to give you.

“That’s my good little slut,” Matty mumbles, sweetness dripping from his tone despite the obvious juxtaposition between his words and voice “you look so, so pretty crying like this for me.”

“Can’t take it much longer,” you all but whine when you come up for air “I know you’re close baby, cum for me.”

A final teasing lick of the tip of his cock and a few meaningful pumps of his shaft cause Matty to cum, leaving ropes of the salty white substance in your mouth. To which you swallow with a smirk before taking Matty’s dick fully back into your mouth to lick it clean.

“Such a good girl for me,” Matty beams “you took such good care of me darling.”

You look away bashfully, unsure what else to say but “thank you.”

A calloused hand from years of playing guitar then cups your chin and tilts it upwards so you’re forced to make eye contact with Matty. “I think you deserve a little reward darling.”

It would have been embarrassing to observe how you perk up with eagerness at the idea of Matty giving you a reward if you weren’t so fucking horny. You’d been growing restless and needy while getting him off and you could only hope he’d reciprocate the favour.

“What exactly did you have in mind?” You dare to ask.

Matty grins “you’ll have to wait and see love, think you can hang on until we get back to my hotel?”

The thought of waiting even longer for him to return the pleasure you were so desperately craving seemed torturous in that moment but you were also dying to leave the grimy bathroom so you nod and slowly stand up on your shaky knees. Matty looks more pleased than he should be as you slightly wobble and have to place one hand on the sink and another on his thigh to get up.

“Let’s go,” you say with an air of confidence and you can’t wait to see where the night will take you.

[sincerely-astra]

If you also write yanderes, can i request yandere Mukuro Ikusaba (danganronpa) with the ultimate jeweler? That makes jewelry and gives just for her? Thanks!! ❤️

☁️Yandere Mukuro Ikusaba x Jeweler Reader☁️

Thanks for the request, and I do in fact write yanderes. :))

⚠️WARNING: Mentions of killing and general yandere content!⚠️

You and Mukuro met awhile back, when she joined the Fenrir Mercenary Group to be exact.

Mukuro was doing her daily patrol around the base, making sure there were no threats, and that’s when she saw you… lost and injured.

You were a tourist who had unfortunately gotten lost from your family and landed up near the Fenrir base, prompting a hostile interrogation from Mukuro.

After she made sure you weren’t a threat, she is quick to take you back to the base to patch your injuries up. Effortlessly carrying you bridal style.

Her hands were steady and deliberate as she places bandages on your knees, arms, and anywhere else that might need them. You can imagine her surprise when after she put the first aid kit back, she sees you holding a blue braided bracelet.

She hesitantly held it in her hand as you explained it was a thank you… Her fingers graze the soft thread, eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

From then on she was hooked to you, even if she didn’t realize it at first.

Since your vacation still wasn’t over, you would visit Mukuro whenever you could, joining her as she patrolled the area or did any of her regular duties. Those moments were probably the happiest Mukuro’s ever felt, just being by your side made her feel so weirdly giddy… A very new feeling for her.

Alas, good things never last, and she was called up by Junko to continue their despair plans. Leaving a very distraught Mukuro to say goodbye to you…

No matter how much time has passed since that day, Mukuro made a silent vow to never take that bracelet off. Never once had she stopped thinking about you either.

Junko and her kept working on the Tragedy, and eventually learned of Jin Kirigiri’s plan to seal all the students inside of the school for their safety. And of course, as fate would have it, you were one of the students.

You were an exchange student who came right before the tragedy occurred. Mukuro didn’t even realize you would also be sealed with all of them until you had transferred at the last minute, in a way, it was an immense relief and one of the worst things that could’ve happened…

You were safe from the tragedy, but not safe from the killing game… Something Mukuro helped to create and yet desperately wants to shelter you from.

The chance of you surviving even the first few trials was low, and Mukuro didn’t want to risk that chance, but as always, she was far too conflicted to disobey Junko.

So you stayed in the killing game…, not without Mukuro keeping an eye on you though. Sure, she had to act the part of Junko, but that wouldn’t stop her from being near you at all times.

She was the first to introduce herself to you and would more often than not, scare anyone else who wanted to talk to you off. You would have to rely on Junko then…, you would have to rely on her.

Did I mention she’s totally in love with you? Sure, she might’ve been interested in you long before the killing game, but getting to be so close to you has really shown her how much she likes you. You are the only sense of relief she gets from Junko, the others, the tragedy, all of it, you get her.

She even tries to subtly give you information on how to stop this whole killing game… even though you don’t get it most of the time and it earns her a look from Junko, she still does it as she wants you to be safe.

Any piece of jewelry you give her immediately either goes on some part of her body or in a special box. She cherishes every piece with her life and will gladly listen to you explain all the different types of jewelry, different materials, and anything else you can ramble about.

It’s honestly the one time she’s glad to be Junko because she hide her obsession interest in you under the guise of her being a fashionista.

She will also totally freak out if she either loses or breaks a piece of jewelry you give her. She might be weirdly silent and seemingly calm, but internally she is losing it.

If she somehow manages to tell you she lost/broke it, no matter how much you try to console her, she will just keep apologizing. Losing or breaking one of them is like losing/breaking a part of you.

Speaking of your jewelry being a part of you, she will go into your room in the middle of the night to admire you and steal some of your jewelry, nothing big, but just whatever can fuel her desires.

God forbid anybody tries to flirt with you, she will be having a word with them.

It’s so weird how the person who was just flirting with you the other day has woken up with a ton of stab wounds…, thankfully no one died! (She totally wanted to murder them, but it would conflict with the killing game-)

Mukuro does not trust any of your classmates in the slightest, she just knows they want to hurt you and she won’t stand for it! (She’s delusional)

And yet…, she was right. She managed to survive being attacked by Monokuma and overheard Sayaka’s (Sorry girl-) plan to murder you after the motive videos were released.

Mukuro was less than thrilled with that to say the least…

Less then thrilled, as in she doesn’t hesitate before murdering Sayaka, even though it lead to a pissed Junko. Throughout the whole game she watched how in love Mukuro was with you, and although that usually gives her a great opportunity to inflict more despair into the world, Mukuro messed with the killing game.

Junko didn’t hesitate before trash talking you as soon as Mukuro went to her, not sparing any insult or jab she could make at you.

Now, normally Mukuro would just have to grit her teeth and bare this, after all, she has always obeyed Junko. But this time…, hearing her trash talk you when she knows how wonderful you are, how good and pure of a person you are….

She couldn’t stop herself from attacking Junko.

It’s not that this was a total surprise to Junko, but she honestly couldn’t believe the gull Mukuro had to attack her for you of all people. What happened to loyalty!?

It was harsh and difficult fight, Mukuro was the ultimate soldier after all, but Junko was also the ultimate analyst. It took a long time before Mukuro was ultimately able to catch Junko off guard and land the final blow.

A devastating end to the Despair Sisters, and yet an ending Junko was actually thrilled about.

Mukuro wanted to say the death of her sister saddened her, but that would be lie. She was no longer a threat to you and that was all that mattered.

…

The others were a different story though.

It had been days after the Junko incident since Monokuma had moved, he just sat in the gym with that creepy smile on his face… Even touching him didn’t do anything! He was just lifeless.

Everyone was confused about what to do exactly…, was the threat over? Could they go home?

They all decided to try and investigate, maybe this was one of Monokuma’s tricks? It really started to kick in that something was wrong when they saw Sayaka’s body on the floor of her room…

Everyone, including you, was starting to freak out. No one knew who exactly killed her, but they all were very aware the killer was standing amongst them.

Although the two biggest threats to your safety were out of the way, Mukuro couldn’t help but worry. With everyone freaking out and accusing each other, she knew very well that you could be accused and hurt by the others.

So, she did the only thing she knew how to do, the one thing she was good at.

One by one, people started disappearing. It started with Toko, then moved on to Makoto, and so on. Eventually, you and Mukuro were the only ones left… Leaving you incredibly traumatized and paranoid that you could be next, and leaving a very happy Mukuro.

It took so much bloodshed, and yet you were finally safe. You were safe with her in the confines of the school without another person in sight.

She tries to help you calm down by comforting you and distracting you by helping make jewelry, although she is truly awful at it. Whatever helps take your mind off the current situation, she will do it.

She also gets to finally take off her disguise as Junko and gets to be herself, a total shock to you but also strangely nice to know there was one person you could “count on.”

She would never tell you the atrocities it took to make these moments happen between the two of you.

You guys spend the rest of your lives at Hope’s Peak Academy and Mukuro and eventually works up the courage to confess to you. And in your current position…, you had to accept it.

Sometimes she wonders how it’s possible she could like someone so much.

A/N: Hopefully this is okay, I don’t write yanderes often so I’m kind of bad at it-

[kittylittersmoothie]

donatello ドナテロー донателло 多纳泰罗

As the artist, I do hate several aspects of this drawing— but similarly, as someone with not even an iota of motivation, I am not going to start editing it now

ヽ(；▽；)ノ

[yliamme]

My profile pic!! I drew this the other day, as a warm-up and it kind of escalated from there... I actually didn't finish this drawing, I could have gotten more detailed but it is supposed to be a warm-up lol

[dumbbeanie]

Last blue spring…

[ballsucker67]

:33 < them

[nemaliwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ayasato Maiko | Misty Fey, Ayame | Iris (Gyakuten Saiban) Additional Tags: Angst, Quintuple Drabble, "You're holding my heart in your hand" (metaphorical), Case 3-5: Bridge to the Turnabout Summary:

Her fingers, as though possessed, find the bead on the cord. One tiny slip, and the talisman would open.

“Go ahead,” says Elise, as though reading her thoughts. “Open it.”

[wojtekaneko]

well that was awkward

[wusnus]

I love mabel and bill and i want to see them being bffs but i cannot see an interaction between them going any way other than this

[starspilli]

some random jason warmups. missed drawing him T_T

[ink-the-artist]

whats wrong with my dog bruh 😂😭

[technically-human]

Jayce Talis but give him the Giopara (lack of) charm