#SRY THIS IS LATE

[themosthatedbeingg]

Thoughts on Charlie

“Charlie is my shooting star , my greatest co creation and the reason I was even created I’m sure ! “ he gushed .

“I love her so much, nothing will ever ever stop that, she’s my light my star my everything even when .. I was away for a while I never stopped loving her she kept me going when I didn’t want to anymore “

“ I just want her to be happy and keep that spark that light in her eyes .. I want to protect her from everything I had to go through but especially from heaven’s judgement .. she’s so much like me I’m worried they’ll treat her like they treated me.. “ he sighed.

“She’s strong though and an adult she can do great things I just .. gotta learn to be able to let her do that .. as

Much as it worries me”

[hinamie]

not my usual lineup

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

❤ - Alastor

Affectionate;

Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling I Hand kiss |

PDA I Spooning | Shared baths |

Whispers | Affectionate texts |

Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex;

Shower sex I Wall sex I Neck bites IOral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;

Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club |

Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character...

Marry them? Yes I No —- maybe

Have sex on the first date? Yes |No

Confess their attraction first? Yes | No

Have children/adopt? Yes I No

Die for your character? Yes | No

Cheat on your character? Yes | No

Lie to them? Yes I No { to protect them }

Cuddle after sex? Yes I No

[untamedlobo]

❛  i care about you, and i want to help you ... if you let me.  ❜ - from Charlotte

Peter was wary of help from other people, burned to many times , a stray that’s been kicked one too many times.

“…fine.. for now.” He huffed .

@lovelylostminds

[thepunkpanther]

BOTTOMS + trivia

[astrelle]

shadow milks from past months <3

[toastyyjams]

[koha5] growth

[pettycoeurs]

let it be

[neogeopet]

happy birthday to every pokemon 🎂

[panelshowsource]

[jesuistrestriste]

sage. my flight got delayed AGAIN. i’m not getting back to school til late, i have an assignment due tomorrow i haven’t finished…may i please request some Mickey 17 stuff? smut or fluff or angst idc i miss that little guy:(

⭑.ᐟ cw (18+) : dry humping, tiny bit of fluff —

mickey’s body is a mess.

he’s just been reprinted for the twelfth time, his limbs slimy and his blood whooshing erratically through his veins as he’s sat up on the cold table. the familiar scientists poke and prod at his skin while they scribble hurried little notes in their pads of paper. his head spins badly whenever he gets propped up fresh out of the machine, but he still manages to immediately think of you.

where you’re at right now, what you’re doing, who you’re with.

he can’t do anything until the people in the lab are ready to let him go though, releasing him until the next agonizing experiment needs his lungs or his heart or his brain. sometimes it’s funny because they’re ready to kick him out the door before his legs are ready to be used, like a mother bird kicking her baby out of the nest before its ready to fledge. regardless, they’re usually pretty quick about finishing their post-printing examinations. and he can use the spare minutes while they’re working on him to think about what he’s gonna do when he finally gets to see you again.

the sting of his new cells adjusting to the atmosphere is drowned out by thoughts of pressing his lips to yours, trying out one of the stupid sex positions you and him made up on one of the tablets, running his hands over your warm flesh. he sighs.

one time—a few bodies ago—you had sucked him off when it had only been about 30 minutes since the reprinting, and you’d told him that his come tasted like plastic and sterilized metal. (which was weird because his body was supposed to be biologically the same as the last, so shouldn’t he have tasted normal? whatever. didn’t matter. you had swallowed. you had licked the rest of it into his mouth afterwards. it did taste artificial.)

the people surrounding him eventually scampered off and he assumed his freedom, got dressed, and slinked off and out. he walked through the hallways and listened to the sound of his heavy shoes hitting the flooring. climbed the stairs to the rooms, then slid open your door to find you laid on your bed. his chest sags with relief.

you smile at him. god, that smile. he can’t help but shut the door in a hasty effort and crawl up on top of you. your guys’ dark colored jumpsuits slide together. its only a tiny spark of friction, but its enough.

his body is always extra sensitive after coming out of the machine; he always feels like a virgin again, not that he’s had much sex in general. he feels your hand over his hip, and he shudders.

“mmgh,” he breathes into your neck, stiff and shaky, “i missed you.”

“missed you too. it’s only been a day and a half, but i really, really missed you,” you whisper against his jaw.

he loves how you can be just as clingy as him sometimes. you even beat him at his own game on occasion, sticking to his side like a glob of glue, but he blames the fact that you only get to see him during select parts of the day. with your duties and his expendable work.. it’s tough. you both take what you can get, and as much of it as you’re allowed. and that usually also means getting handsy as soon as you’re together.

you feel him rock down against your thigh involuntarily, reflexively, chasing a brewing feeling in his stomach. your fingers run through his brown hair, and you bite your lip when it elicits a whimper from him.

“already, mick?” you hum teasingly, the tips of your digits scratching the back of his scalp, just the way he likes it, “don’t you wanna go down and eat first?”

he chokes around a moan when he starts to hump the most perfect spot on your leg, just enough muscle there to give him something to work against. his hands find fabric of your suit, slipping under your back next as he keens. he feels a rush of warmth coat his cock, and then he feels a dribble of something start to leak from his tip.

“don’t wanna eat.. not really hungry..” he gasps, his brow pinched up now in the shadows of the crook of your body, “this.. you.. this feels so good, i don’t wanna stop..”

you tilt your head slightly and then lift your leg under him to press it further against his bulging crotch. a sharp cry spills from his lips. you pet his hair again. he’s like a puppy sometimes—a needy, possessive dog that looks up to you like you’re something to be worshipped. you can’t get enough.

“okay, well, i snuck you some food anyways, its in my—“

mickey cuts you off, crashing his lips to yours with a hunger that’s almost unlike him. he usually wants you to lead (much preferring following your directions). his tongue seeks yours desperately, flattening over your own once he gets access. you have to swallow down all the little noises he’s making as he starts to thrust his clothed appendage against your body quicker. the movement of his snapping hips is building a warmth between all of the layers.. you wouldn’t exactly be surprised if he burned a hole right through with all the rubbing he’s doing. you lovingly slide a hand over his lower back in an attempt to soothe his frantic movements, but it doesn’t quite work. he breaks from the kiss, body jolting, to look down to your face and hiccup. expression all crumpled and contorted and flushed with an orgasm that he’s almost got clutched in the palm of his hand. eyes glazed over and jaw slacked like he’s high on pure oxy from timo. just a disaster of a man. and to think—a hunk of machinery and a brick of his memories brought him back to life less than an hour ago. birthed him, really. everything about him in this moment is so primal. you can’t shake the need to mark your territory, just in case he’s forgotten somehow.

“easy, easy.. you’re all mine for the rest of the night anyways.. i don’t care what they want, they’re not taking you from me tonight..”

and that’s all it takes.

just those sweet, possessive words pouring like thick honey into his ears, and then he’s gone. easy as that.

his eyes roll back, his head drops to your shoulder, his length spasms in his new underwear, then he’s coming. it happens as quick as you can blink.

“aah! im.. im—!”

he heaves through the uncontrollable waves of pleasure that bloom and spread throughout his nervous system, rendering him a trembling heap on top of you. if it weren’t for the remaining strength in his biceps, he’d collapse and probably fall like dead weight over your chest. he gives a few more shaky rolls of his hips as he rides out the prickling aftershocks of overstimulation. “f-fuck, ohh, ngh..”

then he really does slump over you. lowering himself slowly over your frame so as to not crush you. there’s something tender about the way he moves to ensure your comfort, even when he’s so wrecked, and it makes you instinctively wrap your arms around him. he sniffles while he catches his breath.

“s-sssorry,” the word broken up lazily as he struggles to bring himself back to the reality of your touch, “mmn.. jus’ felt so good, and you smell so nice, and i just couldn’t..” he trails off, shaking his head as he feels his body begin to overheat.

a little laugh bubbles up and out at his incoherency. then your hand over his upper back snakes down to playfully squeeze his rear. he sucks in a gasp and then chuckles into your skin as he squirms.

“s’fine, i like watching you finish like that.”

he chews the inside of his cheek like gum. you can almost feel his lashes flutter against your pulse point.

“felt like i wasn’t myself for a second..”

it’s a joke, one twinged with a bit of shame and guilt, you know that, but it doesn’t feel like one. each time he gets reprinted, a part of him changes—gets stripped away and plastered over with something new. you don’t always mind, but it does make you question which mickey you’ll get next time. will he be soft and kind? blunt and impulsive?

at the end of the day, you suppose it doesn’t matter much.

“you’ll always be my mickey.”

he lets out a weighted sigh of relief for the second time in the past thirty minutes since he’s been back in your presence, and it’s almost like you can feel the very last of the tension drain from his pores. he only whispers two more words against your ear before he finds his own hands wandering your body, eager to reciprocate and prove that he’s still useful. he owes it to you for loving him through it all.

“yeah.. yours.”

[themosthatedbeingg]

*A letter is delivered to King Lucifer in an elegant orange and golden envelope*

To His Majesty King Lucifer Morningstar Magne, Sovereign of Hell,

Your Majesty,

I write to you with the utmost respect and admiration, humbled by the opportunity to reach out to one so exalted.

It would be my highest honor to welcome you to my palace, located deep within the lush jungles of the ring of Gluttony. Whenever it pleases Your Majesty, my home and hospitality are at your complete disposal.

Should you wish to grace me with your visit, it would bring immense joy and pride to my humble estate. I await your word and stand ready to prepare for your arrival.

May your reign continue to burn bright, eternal as ever.

With deepest respect and devotion,

Maharaja Rakesh Amar Rajput

PS: If you wish to bring someone else with you, do not hesitate.

@cruel-as-the-midday-sun

Lucifer was used to receiving letters from various nobility and fans , although lately they have been few and few since he’s gone into isolation and his depression has gotten worse , but he was trying , trying to get back out again.

He was surprised to see one from his Royal hunter of all people .. he was sure most of his staff had abandoned him ( something he thought was rightfully so) or at least hated him.

Depression was hard to fight .

He read over the letter and hummed to himself, “what do you think Monty maybe … maybe this will be good for us .. “

Monty slithered around his neck and rubbed the top his head under Lucifer’s chin where ever he went he will be there .

“Well let’s pay them a visit shall we ?”

[all-horikoshi-sketches]

[i-like-forcefem]

The hardest part of proper forcefem by far is making her confident

“these dresses pull to much attention” and you deserve it, you look beautiful in them and everyone who sees you will wish they could wear them

“I hate how I look” and I love how you look, truly you’re adorable, and you deserve to feel that way

“I’m not really a girl” well cutie you look like one, those little details in your actions, if you’re not a girl then I don’t know who is

But sadly making her internalise it means you need to say it over and over and over again, each time she accepts herself a little bit more

Until she finally knows that’s she a beautiful girl that looks amazing in feminine clothing and won’t let anyone tell her otherwise

[ryusxnka]

A mongst every environmentally bourgeoning territory, particularly territories of the worldly and those of the otherworldly, producing palpitations throughout all existing dimensions, that guilelessly conceives thump-thumping hearts of living organisms, inhabiting the communal spectrums incorporating the omnipresent chasm of these innumerously dissimilar, and yet connected all the same, worlds, possesses inevitable nuisances. ---- Within this respective one, the soul society, Kurosaki Ichigo, amidst a plurality of others, was a factual epitome of the aforesaid classifications. -- No matter where the Shinigami adolescent would be perched or stationed on foot, unwanted visitants would abruptly appear at his flank, sans proffering a lick of forewarning, with unsought criticism towards his individualism or his work ethics, as if they understood an iota of the afflictions that besets the depths of his mind, of the burdening weights of professionalism crushing onto his shoulders with unseeable gravitas.- Go outside. Take a break. You're overworking yourself again. -- Unnedingly would they patronize him, and he's grown vastly exhausted of hearkening to it. " --- Says the one doing the interrupting," he retorts, ink-brush's bristles now idling aloft his parchment. Teal eyes gradually came to fixate on the substitute's mien with unmistakable disgruntlement. He scoffs. " I didn't come here to hide, as you put it, Kurosaki. ---- Why are you here? "

@ryusxnka || thanks for the follow!

Ichigo spots the flash of white hair before he sees the haori, tucked beneath a tree with paperwork in one hand and a cup of something definitely too cold for the weather in the other. Figures. Even outside the barracks, Hitsugaya looks like he’s one good excuse away from marching back to his division.

Ichigo walks up, hands shoved in his pockets, shadow cutting across the page mid-signature.

“Y’know, for someone who complains about people interrupting his work, you don’t hide very well,” he says, tilting his head. “You always this bad at pretending you’re not overworking yourself or is this a seasonal thing?” He smirks down. “Just so you know, you get one sarcastic comment before I ask why you look like you haven’t blinked in an hour.”

[diadraws]

ps zag please also make their hampsters evil thank you