#and that's hard to do when you've become crazy and kind of stupid

[duckapus]

Every Avatar has a Trademark Favorite Food that they're obsessed with to a concerning degree. Except Kirby, because he's Kirby and will eat literally anything.

When the topic comes up during Juliano's attempts at training them Nimbus tries to act like she doesn't have one (since she's supposed to be The Sensible One), but Tune has footage of her shoving 20 corndogs into her mouth at once because she tried the "no one will ever believe you" line while forgetting that Tune's cybernetic eye is basically a camera.

[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ 'dirty little secret' - 18+ logan x f!reader

summary: logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself. (1.2k) tags: filthy, established relationship/situationship or smth idk, scent kink ig, age gap implied, sniffing panties, logan jerks off into readers underwear, sends reader a dick pic, for the 'scent' prompt for logan promptober.

the filthiness of it all only adds to his insatiable arousal, the dirty older man sniffing your damp panties as he gets off - you're so oblivious, oblivious to the wolf pining for his lamb. he'll take what he can get when you're not around, normally settling for a picture of you on his cheap flip phone. . . panties though? now that's a real treat.

it's the same every damn time. you leave and he misses you. his apartment feels cold and empty. a stark contrast to just a few hours prior, your head thrown back in ecstasy, his name slipping from your lips and echoing around the four walls.  logan grins at the memory, sighing softly. he'll see you again soon.

but not soon enough.

that's when the scent caught his attention, the distinct and undeniable smell of his woman. of you. your scent often lingered, logan revelling in it, but this was. . . different. you've left something behind.

and he intends to find it.

his nose twitches, snout high in the air as he follows the trail eagerly like an animal, seeking his prey. his boots stop abruptly by his bed, kneeling as he peers behind the frame.

logan's eyes light up the moment they land on your pretty pink panties. you've left a gift behind for him, how kind of you. he reaches out, grabbing the material, grinning when he rubs his thumb and forefinger against the fabric. still damp, fuck.

and he knows he shouldn't, it's a little wrong, a little dirty, but what's logan if not a little depraved? you wouldn't mind, not really, you probably did this on purpose. the thought of you dashing from his apartment in nothing but a stupid short skirt worn specifically to tease has him groaning - he's probably dripping out of you right this very second, down along your soft plush thighs for anyone to see.

so, he nestles into his bed, laying back with your panties hand. he crooks an arm behind his head, simply watching, feeling the silk brushing against his skin. and that scent. . . god, that fucking scent. he inhales deeply, the clear smell of your arousal making him go crazy, his cock twitching needily in his underwear.

bringing the cloth to his nose, he closes his eyes and inhales. his cock twitches angrily again as he exhales shakily, becoming oh so intoxicated by the addicting aroma of your sweet little cunt. you always smelled so fucking good, his mind wandering, getting lost in visions of his nose buried deep in your pussy, eating you like a man deprived.

"fuck. . ." logan hums into your panties, his free hand snaking along his white tank, tracing over his belt buckle to palm his growing bulge. he's so hard already. this is what you do to him, every damn time. have him acting up, acting like an animal with a primal desire to take you, hard and deep. but you're not here. so all poor logan can do is satisfy himself while high out of his mind on your scent.

the metal of his belt buckle rings out in the air as it's tossed aside, freeing himself from the confines of his jeans. he spreads his legs just a little, glancing down at the outline of his thick cock in his boxers. logan can't help but grin, how easy it was for him to get worked up with just a pair of panties and some thoughts.

his hand sneaks beneath the waistband and pulls out his throbbing length, groaning at the skin-on-skin contact as he pushes your pretty little panties against his face. the tip is leaking, his cock begging for you.

giving a few gentle strokes, logan's eyes roll back, the combined sensation of his hand and your scent so potent against his nose has him falling apart. he pictures you, how you leaked against this cute pink material, probably hoping he wouldn't notice. but he notices it now, with his nose buried deep in the cloth.

"dirty girl," he growls, large hand pumping lazily on his cock, "left your fuckin' panties behind on purpose huh?" his voice whispers into the empty bedroom, silent save for the sound of his strokes. "bet you wanted me to find 'em, wanted me to lose my mind findin' 'em all wet."

the filthiness of it all only adds to his insatiable arousal, the dirty older man sniffing your damp panties as he gets off - you're so oblivious, oblivious to the wolf pining for his lamb. he'll take what he can get when you're not around, normally settling for a picture of you on his cheap flip phone. . . panties though? now that's a real treat.

you're spoiling him, really. hand working himself faster as precum beads at his tip, nuzzling against the fabric as he snarls. he's close already, mind ablaze and body on fire from those beautiful pheromones of yours.

he grabs his dick harder, every vein throbbing angrily, desperate for release as he pumps himself, hips rising to thrust into his fist. your name finds its way out of his lips when he brings your panties down to wrap around his cock, fucking into the material.

"that's it. . ." he barks, "oh ffffffuck, that's it. . ."

he's gonna cum, gonna cum all over your little pretty pink panties, gonna make such a mess, stain them real good with his release. you'd like it too, maybe he'd invite you over again later just to watch you cum in them. fuck, you'd look good like that, sitting in ruined panties, all because of him, because of your man.

the cloth strains as his dick fucks against it, ripping slightly with his aggressive thrusts. can't help it, needs release too badly, can't focus on anything else. it's not as good as feeling himself sink into your soft, wet pussy, but god it feels fucking good all the same.

and then, he feels it, the warmth pooling in his gut. he's gonna cum, and it's gonna be hard, and loud. he's filled with the insatiable need to explode, wishing it was all over your face or. . . no, inside - fuuuck, he wants to cum inside you so badly. he watches as the fabric stretches across his tip, fucking into it like it's you, because it smells so much like you.

logan calls your name as white hot ropes of cum spurt from his twitching cock, escaping through the material, droplets landing on his fuzzy tummy while his vulgar thoughts run wild. he works himself through it, stroking himself through his dizzying release as every stiff muscle in his body settles.

he sighs, exhaling as he melts further into his sheets. logan lifts your panties from his softened length, smirking at the remnants of the tattered cloth, dripping with his cum. you won't be wearing these again, but that's alright, logan's already forming plans to take you lingerie shopping. this can't be a one-time thing.

reaching over for his phone on the bedside table, he flips it open, his smirk widening as he finds your number. he's not one for texting, doesn't really appeal to him. but in that moment, as he snaps a pic of his cock with your wrecked, cum soaked panties wrapped around the thick shaft, he wonders if he might have a new tradition.

' leave a blue pair next time. ' he types, and hits send.

[koolades-world]

Can you please do headcanons on an MC who always find themselves in the craziest hiding spots

Some examples are somehow they can find themselves on a roof of a building when there’s literally no way to get up there or they somehow get on a chandelier that’s in the middle of the ceiling and also impossible to get to

You just find them somehow on a window edge that’s literally way up high on the wall and there’s no ladder, no magic that can be detected, and literally no one should have been able to help you get up there either

It’s literally impossible to get up there

But MC, in their (stupid) brilliance, found a way

MC doesn’t know how to get down though so their only solution is “jump and hope someone catches me”

MC never shares how they get to those impossible places and no one ever catches them getting to the spot no matter how hard they try

haha hi! yes of course :)

i think i did something kinda like this? honestly i'm not sure so if i did, we have two now!! i think what i did was just mc who likes hide and seek

edit: i literally did this before haha. tumblr has been doing this thing where it will duplicate an ask i already did and i've caught it a few times, but not today so oops! haha

enjoy <3

Mc who hides in crazy hide and seek spots

Lucifer

he's very concerned for your wellbeing

less worried about how you got there and more worried about how you plan to get down

after hearing that you don't really know how and are just hoping for the best he freaks out

he knows one of his brothers will always be around to catch you if you fall but that doesn't stop him from worrying

Mammon

equally as worried as lucifer, if not more

hide and seek kind of stresses him out a little because he knows he'll have to find and catch you

he always does and will but it's just the act that worries him

he even has a pillow he carries around with him if he needs to place it under you to soften your fall, but he's never needed it

Levi

he always wonders how you get up there

do you teleport or something??

he tries to catch you off guard to see if he can see you headed up but never can

he won't question you but that doesn't stop him from thinking of all the ways you might be able to get up there

Satan

he's very curious on how you get up there

to the point where he sets up secret cameras pointed at the places he knows you've been in before

mysterious though, something always goes wrong with them and he only ever see you on the ground, then in the spot, no inbetween

but, these cameras do let him get some great blackmail for his brothers haha

Asmo

he thinks when you hide up high, you could get some super cute pictures of him

y'know like a perspective thing. must be on .5 haha

he also takes pictures of you to match for his devilgram

he keeps every picture of you because you look cute in every single one of then!

Beel

by far the most chill about it

he's a little worried but he knows you're having fun

he doesn't want to stop you from enjoying yourself

but he does make you promise to never get yourself into a situation you could get hurt in, and hopes you're true to your word

Belphie

he's the insane one who hides with you

or, well, tries is the key word

it's become a friendly competition to see who can hide in a crazier spot

spoiler alert: he hasn't managed to beat you yet haha

[nanamis-bigtie]

party circle

↬ choso, geto, gojo & ino x afab!reader | lucid love ↬ lucid love masterlist // jjk masterlist // ao3 version

cw: smut, reader has a vagina (more detailed description of genitalia), college au, drunk sex, cumdumpster (reader on receiving end), group sex, piv sex, blow job, rough sex, reader is called "doll" and "thing", sprinkle of degradation and dumbification summary: you've been dared to offer yourself as a cumdumpster during a party - and you're not a wimp. you haven't expected what kind of team is going to pay you a visit word count: 2.6k a/n: yes, i am aware this text is squeezed, i have run myself against my own word limit and i still crossed it ahem tag list: @thesacredfanfics

After an hour in almost complete darkness, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, you start to wonder if this all wasn't just a mean, drunk prank. Or another stupid test of courage, company's favorite. The party downstairs is flickering out, the voices and steps are fading, and none are heading towards you, lying half-naked in the host's guest bedroom and slowly going cold. Your heart is still fluttering like crazy and you're perking your ears for any sound nearby, but the level of your excitement is inexorably heading towards disappointment. All the commotion for nothing.

If not for your pride—and gut feeling telling you someone is secretly watching the door in case you chicken out—you would have already pulled your bottoms back up and returned to the living room. A bet is a bet, it still counts as won if someone else wimps out.

But eventually someone does come. More than one person even, you soon realize when the voices become more distinct, and you can pick some words. A few men are climbing the stairs, bantering on their way and laughing, one of them rather reluctant, you assume by the constant harsh chatter and steps heading downstairs from time to time. You can't follow the conversation but after a few tugs back and forth, you learn there are four of them, and at least one of the voices is... too familiar. Your heart, racing a moment ago, sinks; if it's someone from your class or the club, you're done for. You thought you're a solo player here, you got into the party with the invitation of a friend from outside of your college circle, and all the faces you passed by tonight were all new to you. But with so many guests gathered in a spacious house, the probability of running into someone you knew wasn't that close to zero.

When the men finally make it to the floor and stop in front of the door, you almost stop breathing. Are they looking for a free bathroom—or are they here for you? The uncertainty tears you apart the stronger, the more conflicted your thoughts grow. You don't want to find out the hard way if someone you know is in this group. But...you don't really want them to be gone, either. If you already mustered courage and offered yourself as a free-to-use party dumpster, drunk brain or not, not making that one crucial step would haunt you like a ghost. Were you surrounded by cowards? Or assholes who couldn't appreciate your body? No, with the number of advances made on you tonight, you can't really deem yourself unappreciated.

The shade of unanswered questions would remain, though. But luckily for you, the problem quickly solves itself.

"C'mon, man, don't be such a wimp." This voice is not the familiar one but comes from so close that you could swear the man is standing right by the bed. "It's likely just a stupid joke anyway."

The answer is too dull for you to understand and soon it drowns in laughter. The door creaks open, just enough to let a narrow wisp of light sneak into the room. You narrow eyes, blinded after such a long time in darkness, but you can pick silhouettes of four men peeking inside over each other. All stare right at the exposed and illumined part of your body: your left leg and hip, your cunt, and a bit of your torso and face. Instinct yells at you to cover yourself, you spread your legs wider instead, with no word spoken and hoping your guests have enough sober brain cells to connect the dots.

"It's...not a joke." The man from the previous line stands right in the front and his voice falters a little. The other right behind his back, shamelessly resting chin on his shoulder, whistles with appreciation.

"Hey, Kamo, you're in luck today," he turns around and flicks the light on. "I think that's Y/N."

Kamo? Choso Kamo? Why HIM of all familiar people who possibly could wander into this party?

You're hanging on a string of hope that maybe, just maybe, there are more guys going by this family name, and the one here is not Choso, your club crush, but once your eyes get used to light and all four of them step inside, you understand how screwed you are even before they pull their dicks out.

It is Choso, the reluctant one, leaning against the door with arms crossed and looking everywhere but at your face, his own scarlet red to the tips of his ears. But what's even worse, you recognize the other three as well. 

Suguru Geto, probably the most wanted man at your college, skimming your figure curiously from his spot at the front. 

Leaning against him, Satoru Gojo, the star of the football team and his best friend, currently shamelessly staring right at your cunt. 

More reserved than those two but as interested Takuma Ino, your friend's ex fuck buddy and a notorious party animal.

"It's been a while, huh?" He's the one who tries to initiate conversation, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to another. "This is not some crazy prank, right?"

"A bet, I heard." You understand now why Satoru has always been described as equally weird and handsome; the way his gaze is drilling into you sends shivers down your spine. And you can't decide if you hate it...or quite contrary.

With Choso staying behind, the men surround the bed, and you can't shake off the impression that they're cornering you like prey. Neither of them pounces on you though, the awkward tension almost unbearable—but at the same time clearly exciting for everyone involved. With initial shock fading away, replaced by the same excitement that prompted you to boldly announce in which room you're waiting for anyone as brave as you, you're slowly getting back into the groove. Racing heart pumps hot blood into the right veins, simmering lust perks its head up, your muscles relax and allow you to spread your legs as far as you can. Invitingly, you hope, and from the surrounding faces you can read you're understood well.

"Alright, doll, we gotta turn you around, or our virgin won't budge from his place." Satoru shamelessly pulls you to the edge of bed, then flips you face down. Another pair of hands helps you lift your hips until you find a comfortable and stable position.

"Shit, look at that..." Wooden floor creaks as one of them kneels down, his breath so hot against your exposed slit. He traces it with a thumb, gently, but enough to make your breathing heavier. "All wet and ready."

Someone else's big and warm hands knead your ass and spread your cheeks open. Curious thumb grazes your clit, long fingers slide inside you, two at once, and reach so deep your eyes roll into the back of your head. Long wait has worked up your appetite, your heat has built itself up steady and exploded as soon as your cunt has been touched. They soon grow bolder too, encouraged by your dripping slick and noises you make. The banter and dirty praises melt into white noise behind your back, mixed with the clicks of unbuckled belts and pants shoved down to the ankles. 

Someone's impatient cock slots itself against your rim, steals a shallow, wet thrust, followed by laughter from the other two. The eager one is pulled away, hungry hands leave your cunt empty and pulsing, not without a disappointed whine of yours. You wiggle your hips, the craving of being filled stronger than the prior awkwardness and your pride.

"Virgins come first." It's Takuma's voice that breaks through the white noise. 

A few steps creak back, there's a short tussle and the fourth man is forced to come closer. In the last moment of clear-headedness, your heart skips a beat; you fight against the instinct to look back at Choso. You've been turned around for a reason, despite temptation you want to respect it. You can't control the excited spasm of your cunt, though, much to men's loud enthusiasm.

"C'mon, don't make Y/N wait."

There's hesitation in Choso's touch. He reaches for you with both hands, just tracing your ass and hips at first, before he gives your curve the first, testing squeeze. You hear him groan, sound barely audible yet standing out with its characteristic timbre. You would recognize this knee-melting voice everywhere—and in this situation you react to it hundreds times stronger. You shove your hips back, bumping against his crotch, feeling the outline of his erection through his pants.

He groans again, nails sinking into your skin almost painfully.

Someone helps him with his pants when he's holding on to you for his dear life. He lets go of you with one hand, just enough to line himself up and guide his awkward thrusts towards your entrance. Clumsiness and need behind his moves drive you crazy; he's really losing his v-card with you, just like that, watched by his friends, drunk, with a party toy you've become. And as much as you want to make it easier for him, as soon as his throbbing length slots itself in you, finally easing the itching craving, you squeeze him tight and push your hips against him. 

You want everything he can offer, the sooner, the better.

"Fuck..." Choso mutters through clenched teeth, his pulse running crazy as you clench again, stronger. He won't last long, you can tell as much despite the fever overpowering every single one of your senses. Fuck, indeed. The thought of milking him dry so early adds fuel to burning fire; you take over the situation and grind against him, forcing him to follow suit with his awkward, desperate thrusts, until he suddenly stills and fills you up, with the most pathetic, beautiful moan you've heard from a man.

He starts leaning over your back, his hot breath nearly brushing against your skin, but he's pulled away as fast as he's been dragged to mount you. A different hand kneads your ass; it's Takuma, you guess from the breathy whimper he lets out when he's sliding the head of his cock between your wet folds. He doesn't lose his time either, soon filling your hungry cunt again and rutting inside, short but deep and strong thrusts.

"Squeezin' tight," he growls, shifting the weight and balance of your bodies forward. He places one hand on your back and pushes you down, forcing you to arch your hips and take him even deeper.

You risk a glance over your shoulder. Vision hazy and set under a weird angle, you can't see much but Takuma's face, flushed and beaming with pleasure, and Satoru peeking curiously at your entrance, working hard to swallow every single one of the thrust. He's stroking himself, the tip of his tongue peeking through his lips, so engrossed by the show he's almost bearing down on Takuma's back. Neither of them seem to notice, only one goal on their minds.

You're almost brought to your high this time but Takuma is there first, his last thrust almost tripping you over with the unexpected power. You end up pushed into the mattress, the sights mercilessly yanked away from you, and the next man in line doesn't give you a chance to collect himself.

Satoru is much bigger than the other two. His size takes you by surprise; you mewl loud at the sudden stretch, then almost scream when he slots himself so deep that he's poking at your cervix. He doesn't show you mercy at all, both hands holding your hips in place as he's fucking the brain out of you like a jackhammer. It's brutal, it's almost painful, it's so fucking good you're moaning and crying at the same time. The stretch and friction are frying your nerves; you're yanked into orgasm with his thrusts alone, and he doesn't stop even for a second, instead forcing you to stay still, one foot resting at the edge of the bed. Against his strength, you're nothing but a puppet, a sex toy he's moving with no regards for your state.

But even he has limits and soon you're again filled to the brim. You're not able to hold it inside any longer, the mix of cum and your juices drips out of your used hole as your legs tremble, without the support soon to collapse. The last man comes to your aid, his hold is surprisingly tender but as strong as Satoru's. He takes his time, the privilege of the last in the queue, making sure you're stable and collected before he steals the first thrust, shallow, just enough to slide his tip against the mess.

You're trembling from just this little, so overstimulated you're seeing white even without orgasm.

"You poor thing," Suguru coos and traces free hand against your sweaty back. "He's ruined you so much, that monster."

Satoru scoffs, the mattress dips by your side as he throws himself right next to you. He holds your chin and forces you to look at him. The sadistic, almost maniac, look in his terrifying eyes has your cunt fluttering.

"Be careful, poor thing," he mimics Suguru and slides a thumb between your lips. "He's the real monster here."

In contrast, Suguru moves so gently it's...frustrating. He gathers the cum leaking out of you with the head of his cock before he slides it into you slow and deep, then stills until frustration takes over you and makes you find some power to press hips against him.

He clicks his tongue, laughter shadowing over his words, "Don't be like that. You need to savor your strength."

Suguru moves so slow, terrifying with his precision for the first time he's having you. He touches you more than just having you in place, he traces your sides, back, nape, pinches your nipples and meticulously wanders down again, between your shaking thighs. You almost choke on sharp inhale when he rubs your clit, your mewls held back by Satoru's thumb fucking your mouth, then by his big tongue sliding deep inside. Looking for breath, you try to shake him off—Suguru's hold, fingers knotted tight in your hair, forces you to stay still, until you're shaking and melting, and Satoru has to withdraw.

"Don't be too rough," Takuma is on your other side, sounding concerned but still stroking himself, as far as you're aware by the sounds.

"We're just playing." Suguru's voice is sweet like honey, soft and comforting—and you believe him, let him coax you into comfort before he shows his true colors again and yanks you up and straight by your hair. 

Eyes filled with tears, you try to support yourself on trembling arms and ease the tension in your scalp and neck. Merciless hand guides you to other side, right into Choso's cock poking at your lips. You catch a glimpse of his face, bright pink with a blush but his eyes are dark with lust, gaze fixed at your tongue instinctually lolled out of your mouth. Takuma nudges him closer, almost forces him to slip himself into you, the tip of his dick poking at the back of your throat and making you gag.

Satoru's hand replaces Suguru's; he uses your head to get Choso off as the other man speeds up his thrusts, using your cunt without any mercy now. He pulls almost completely out right before he cums, his seed leaking out of your used hole. Next in line Takuma doesn't bother to shove it back, his thrusts push more of it out, the whole mess dripping on the sheets.

I need to pay for cleaning, the last thought crosses your mind before it gives in to pleasure—no, to ecstasy, no more sanity, just waves of your high washing over you over and over again as their cocks fill your cunt and mouth in turns and you're nothing but a trembling mess.

[obsessedwrhys]

Hi! May I request some fluffy lyca dating headcanons?

|| LYCA DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, reader is gn!!

Let's just start off saying that she's a very independent and responsible person. She pretty much had to train herself to be when becoming the Captain of the Dusk Patrollers. So when someone like you caught her eye, she was really struggling to set her mind straight.

She prays to Misarte that you never pop up when she's on duty because she knows she won't be able to keep her eyes off you, her sharp vision doesn't help her much either.

She doesn't know what it is about you that captivated her so much. But she knows that for sure it was your kindness. How you are so willing to help the villagers as well as to standing up for them. She admires that deeply about you.

There was this one time she was able to arrive in time when you were caught in a fight. Her arrows flying just past you and into the shoulder of your opponent. You'd turn to see her shoot you a smile.

"Don't worry, I've got your back" She'd say as she draws back another arrow.

In all honestly, she REALLY REALLY tried to ignore her crush on you but it's hard to when she's literally friends with you. Close friends!!It doesn't help either when Lorsan teases her about it. That's why the confession was gonna happen anyway.

Scenario ↴

You were seated by the campfire, resting after spending the whole day helping the others treat the injured. It was then you felt a familiar presence take it's place beside you on the log. You turned and was happy to see it to be Lyca.

"How's Eironn?" You'd ask as she picks up a stick to poke around the rocks inside the campfire.

"Still as stubborn as ever... but he's a lot more tolerable now"

"At least that's progress" She smiles slightly at your words.

You two sit side by side, knees barely brushing each others as the quiet night is filled with the sound of the fire crackling and crickets chirping.

In the peaceful moment, you couldn't help but admire the way the fire reflected on her face. Her strawberry eyes burning like embers. It was when she locked eyes with you that you felt like you forgotten how to breath.

"Is it alright if I tell you something?" She would say after a while.

"Of course, you don't need to ask"

"I know... we're always so open with each other but I'm scared that you might judge me for this"

"Did you do something bad?" You tilt your head and she couldn't help but avoid your curious gaze.

"I guess you could say it like that..."

She'd pause and you don't intend on pushing her to speak, but rather waiting for her to say what she has in her mind. And in her mind she's rehearsing the confession that she had to redo multiple times in fear of coming off as 'too much'.

"I think I've fallen for someone (Y/N)" She blurted out almost too fast, in hopes that you'd miss it so she could play it off like she never said anything.

"You... have? Is it someone I know?" You'd ask even though your gut knew the answer already. It doesn't take a lot of thinking to see the way you've both have been looking at each other. Even a rock can see through it.

"... it's... oh Misarte above... I've fallen for you... and I can't make up my mind if it's a bad thing" She'd sigh and you seem almost too stunned to swallow.

"Why... how could it be a bad thing?" You questioned as your body scoot itself closer towards her.

"Because... I’ve always been so focused on, you know, being the responsible one, making sure everyone else is okay. But being around you, you make me… feel things I didn't know I was capable of. You make me want to be less responsible, to be silly, to be… free. You make me feel like breaking the rules and telling me that its okay to be a bunch of careless fools sometimes. Do you find that funny or have I gone crazy?" She said but her lips were slowly forming a smile, as if she was drawn towards the idea of you two being stupid together. You couldn't help but smile back.

"You're not crazy... it just sounds like you need a break... and I happen to be the right person for it" You'd hold her hands in yours and her heart flutters at your gesture.

"Right person right time...?"

"Exactly"

To be frank, you were like the constant reminder of how she could carry out her duties and be able to relax at the same time. It was as though you were the person to provide her that balance in her life.

When everyone found out about your relationship, thanks to Lorsan literally telling it to everybody, Lyca couldn't last a second in the village without someone asking her how you were doing. Even the mention of your name was enough to have her ears perk up at their direction.

That's why it leads to my next point, she loves loves LOVES it if you happen to be shorter than her (6'2"), because you'll go on saying how her ears does not count to her height to which she'll object to your justification by saying it's still part of her body.

Just seeing you pout about her being taller than you makes her struggle to resist the urge to pinch your cheeks.

Her kisses are 100% sweet and soft, she doesn't know how but it's as though your lips has this ability to melt her stress away. She really can't keep her hands off of you so most of the time she'd be late for work. You always have to be the one to remind her.

Moving on to PDA, this woman sure has an image to hold but this doesn't mean she's ashamed to show you off. Hugs, kisses and loving looks. She really can't hold herself back even if she tries.

She trusts you a lot so she feels as though she can be herself when she's with you.

Just her coming home after a hard day, a visible frown on her face so you don't force her to talk about it but rather hold her in your arms, the feeling of your heartbeat being enough to calm her down.

But if the weight was too much to bare, she will tell you about what's troubling her.

That means the same for you too, she can tell if you are ever in a bad mood. She'd do simple things like maybe taking you to your favourite restaurant, cuddling in a blanket fort together or just anything you like to cheer you up.

Since she's always chatting with people, her social battery are usually drained out by sundown. That's why she falls asleep faster at night when you two cuddle, she calls it her "Recharge Section"

Date nights where you guys go stargazing is a MUST. It's the best thing to do together.

"Hey, look up there. Do you see that constellation?" She points and you'd turn to look, the both of you laid down on the short grass.

"The one that looks like a butterfly?" You asked.

"Yeah, that's it" She'd smile softly as she relaxes her head on your shoulder, enjoying the moment with you.

Though, no matter how pretty the night sky is or how bright the stars are, her eyes would always find it's way to you. Because to her, you are singlehandedly the most breathtaking person in the universe.

Her nicknames for you includes starlight, sweetheart and jellybean. She pretty much comes up with a new one everyday depending on her mood.

Obviously it's common knowledge that she's a busy woman, but when she has free time, she spares no time to make the most out of it. What you both always like to do together when she's free is cooking/baking.

She enjoys the thrill out of it since getting good results from following instructions was always fulfilling for her. However that's not always the case, somtimes she can mess up and get easily discouraged by her mistakes to which you'll be the one coming in to do the saving.

"I'm so lucky to have you..." She'd say with her face covered in flour after her attempt of shaping the sourdough. You can't help but laugh as you grab a napkin to wipe her face clean.

She memorises all your favourite things fast. From your favourite smoothie to your favourite scent, she has all of it noted down into her mind.

Funny enough, Lorsan always run to you for help everytime Lyca is mad at him for something. You're the reason half of the time she let's him off easy.

She also has your intials carved into her bow. It serves as a reminder for her to always be safe when she sets out for her battles.

2000/1000 she is THE babygurl.

[marveloustimestwo]

Hiii! Can I request headcanons with the Guardians? Peter is in love with Y/N and the rest of the guardians fall for her platonically

Hello! I think this is the first time I've written anything for the Guardians, so thanks for sending this in!

Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping

When the Guardians first met you, none of them were really trying to get attached to you in any fashion. They're already a tight family, and their profession wouldn't allow them to bring in anyone unless absolutely needed.

And that's really all you were at first. Someone they needed to get a job done. Someone who happened to have some type of information or gadget that was important.

All they were planning to do was get whatever they needed from you, pay you, and then part ways. But before anyone could anticipate it, you quickly get dragged into their mess before that could happen.

At first, they feel pretty bad about it, to be honest. They're aware of how much stupid and dangerous stuff they do. Involving an innocent person was never what they wanted.

But as this certain stupid and dangerous situation goes on, the more reason they see to keep you with them.

Technically, now that you've been seen with them, there will be people who really don't like the Guardians who might come after you if you're left alone.

At least, that's the excuse they give to you and themselves as to why they want to keep you with them.

The only ones I think would be even semi-aware would be Gamora, Nebula, and Kraglin.

Gamora's always been calmer and more reasonable than the others. I think she'd feel guilty for dragging you into all this, but the further things go, the more she wants to make sure you're safe, especially if you can't fight.

Nebula, especially earlier in the series, would find it so difficult to get attached. She only just started seeing the Guardians as family, so adding a new person to the mix that seems to have them all going crazy? Yeah, she's going to be a bit skeptical.

Either she's going to be your saving grace or your worst nightmare. Since she takes so long to grow obsessed, I can see her spotting how unhealthy the Guardians are with you and just finding a way out for you. A kindness that ends up having everyone on a manhunt to find you.

But if she falls down that obsessive rabbit hole before that, she will struggle with it a lot. Again, she's barely gotten to the point of accepting Gamora as her sister and the Guardians as a family, so becoming attached to you has her being very mean to you at first.

She'll get better, though, and will be just as protective as Gamora.

Kraglin would likely just try to sidestep this entire ordeal. He can see how protective the others are and sympathizes with you, but is not about to go toe to toe with them. He'll just try to make your stay a bit better.

The rest of them will be completely delusional. Peter and Drax especially.

When Peter starts liking you, he'll end up falling hardcore. With the others' encouragement, he will never see what's wrong about how much he feels for you.

He does start out pretty normal. He sees you, he likes you, so he starts flirting with you.

However, if you take a while to respond to this, or flat out don't respond at all, this will only make Peter fall harder. He tends to like people who play hard to get.

The further his obsession develops, the more delusional he'll get, especially if you've rejected him. He'll just see it as you being stubborn or playing a little game.

When Drax starts to see you as a little sibling, there's no stopping him from fully committing to that feeling. He's lost his entire family, so there's nothing he wouldn't do to protect you.

And if you fight a bit, well, he'll just think of it as something akin to an emotional outburst. He never takes your emotions very seriously if they're hostile to him.

And Mantis, as sweet as she is, doesn't really have a good grasp on what's normal. All she had was Ego until she met the Guardians, so as far as she's aware, what's happening to you is fine.

Sure, you may fight sometimes, but she can help with that. She helped Ego get to sleep when he was upset all the time.

And last but not least, Rocket and Groot.

Rocket, strangely enough, would take on the role of an older brother pretty easily. He wouldn't ever admit it, but he finds taking care of you pretty fun, even though he acts like an ass about it.

He's not really delusional, but like Drax, he never takes any of your negative outbursts seriously. He just sees it as you acting immature.

They protect you, they feed you, and Peter even has this stupid puppy dog crush on you that Rocket can make fun of. What more can you want.

And Groot is a lot like Mantis. He'll likely grow up seeing how the others act with you and see it as completely normal. While he may not be as obsessive as the others, he'll do his part in what he believes is protecting you.

This means if you haven't accepted things and are actively being held captive, Groot is kind of the go-to for standing guard so you don't escape.

It really hurts him when you fight or yell at him. He sees you as an older sibling and even a parent. He hates it when you're angry at him, but he can't understand why.

Everyone else always tells him that this is okay, that you belong with them and need to be protected. So why do you seem so sad?

[heart-full-of-lust]

A Game of Chess

You're having a terrible day at work. You spilled coffee on your uniform, you're running late on all your orders, and to top it all off, Grizzly - one of the regular customers - is giving you a hard time. He's been making fun of you all morning, calling you 'stupid' and 'clumsy', and it's really starting to get under your skin.

You try to ignore him, focusing on your work, but it's difficult. Every time you look up, you see him smirking at you, his eyes gleaming with amusement. You know he's just trying to get a rise out of you, but you can't help it - you're proud, and you hate being made fun of.

During a lull in the morning rush, Grizzly approaches the counter and orders his usual black coffee. You pour it for him, trying to keep your hands from shaking, and when you hand it to him, he takes a sip and grimaces. "This tastes like shit," he says, his voice loud enough for the other customers to hear. "Did you make this, or did some monkey in the back make it?"

You feel your face flushing with embarrassment, and you know that you have to do something to salvage your pride. So, without thinking, you blurt out, "Why don't we make a bet? If I can beat you at chess, you have to stop making fun of me. But if you win, I'll give you four thousand dollars."

Grizzly looks at you, his eyes narrowing, and then he bursts out laughing. "Four thousand dollars? Are you crazy? I'm not going to bet that kind of money on a game of chess."

"Fine," you say, feeling your anger rising. "Then how about this? If I win, you stop making fun of me. But if you win, I'll give you my body for the night."

Grizzly's laughter dies in his throat, and he looks at you, his eyes dark and intense. "You're serious?" he says.

You nod, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. You've never done anything like this before, but you're determined to prove yourself. "I'm serious," you say. "So, what do you say? Are you afraid to play me?"

Grizzly hesitates for a moment, and then he grins. "Fine," he says. "But I'm warning you - I'm a lot better at chess than you are. You're going to regret this."

You smile back at him, feeling a thrill of anticipation. "We'll see about that," you say.

After work, you follow Grizzly back to his place - a small, cluttered apartment on the outskirts of town. Your boyfriend, a sweet, loving man who would never cheat on you, has no idea what you're doing, and you feel a pang of guilt as you think about him. But you push the thought aside, focusing on the game ahead. You're determined to win, no matter what it takes.

Grizzly sets up the chessboard in his living room, and you sit down across from him, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. You know that you're taking a huge risk, but you can't help it - you're addicted to the thrill of the game. And besides, you're confident that you can beat Grizzly. After all, how good could he really be?

As it turns out, Grizzly is very good - much better than you ever imagined. He plays aggressively, attacking your pieces and leaving you on the defensive. You try to keep up, moving your pieces as strategically as you can, but it's no use. Grizzly is too skilled, and he quickly gains the upper hand.

As the game progresses, Grizzly becomes more and more confident, his taunts and insults growing louder and more personal. You try to ignore him, focusing on the game, but it's difficult. Every time he takes one of your pieces, he lets out a triumphant laugh, his eyes flicking down to your cleavage. You can see the bulge growing in his pants, and you feel a strange mix of fear and excitement. You've never been in a situation like this before, and you're not sure how to handle it. But you know that you can't back down now, not after you've come this far.

You try to focus on the game, moving your pieces carefully and deliberately. But Grizzly is a formidable opponent, and he quickly gains the upper hand. You can see the smirk on his face as he moves his pieces, taunting you with every move.

"You know, I've played a lot of chess in my time, but I've never played against someone as beautiful as you," Grizzly says, his eyes roaming over your body. "It's a real pleasure to have you here, even if you are a terrible player."

You feel a surge of anger at his words, and you glare at him across the board. "I'm not a terrible player," you say, your voice tight with frustration. "I'm just having an off day."

Grizzly chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "If you say so," he says. "But I think we both know who's going to win this game. And when I do, I'm going to take what's mine."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, knowing that he's talking about more than just the game. But you push the thought aside, focusing on the board in front of you. You have to win, no matter what it takes.

As the game progresses, the tension between you and Grizzly grows thicker and thicker. You can feel the sexual energy crackling in the air, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. You know that you should be thinking about your boyfriend, about the risks you're taking, but all you can think about is the way Grizzly's cock is growing harder and harder with every move.

And then, finally, it happens. Grizzly checks your king, and you know that you've lost. You feel a mix of disappointment and relief, knowing that the game is over, but also knowing that you're about to pay the price for your loss.

Grizzly stands up, his eyes dark with lust, and begins to unbutton his pants. You watch him, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement, as he pulls out his cock and begins to stroke it.

"You know what you have to do," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Get on your knees and suck my cock, like the little slut that you are."

You hesitate for a moment, knowing that this is wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this. But the thrill of the game, the danger of the situation, the feeling of Grizzly's cock in your hand - it's all too much to resist.

And so you do it. You get on your knees and take Grizzly's cock in your mouth, sucking and licking it like you've never sucked a cock before. You can feel him grow harder and harder in your mouth, his hands tangling in your hair as he guides your head up and down.

You know that you're crossing a line, that you're betraying your boyfriend in the worst possible way. But in that moment, all you can think about is the feeling of Grizzly's cock in your mouth, and the thrill of knowing that you're doing something so risky and dangerous. And as you suck him deeper and deeper, you know that you'll never be able to forget this feeling, no matter how hard you try.

[amywritesthings]

i have to be a wee bit honest with you all, besties (personal - i'm okay! just some sappy things - content warning: loneliness)

i started writing fic officially last year in february. i didn't think it would become anything at all. my friends made fun of me for trying out reader insert fanfic for the first time, implying (and outright saying) that reader insert was childish, lower quality writing, but as someone who didn't really read much 2nd POV - i was curious. i wanted to try out the medium. it was a challenge. i tried telling my friends (online and irl) about it, but i got a lot of sneers because... well, it was reader insert. and not canon/canon, or original character/canon content.

i'd been toying with a mandalorian fanfic ever since the end of season two. i loved that show. i wanted to tell a story for myself, so i posted a few chapters over the weeks, thinking i'd abandon it and go back to reading fic... then met all of you. i started gathering followers, something i NEVER thought would happen, and from there mutuals. fellow writers were following me! i had never been so excited in my life!

but i'm going to be so honest: i am quite lonely. i've transitioned away from writing groups/dnd/rp to basically be a full-time fanfiction author, and i feel like i've lost all of my friends. most of them don't want to hear about it, so i don't hit them up anymore. i've had friends question why i don't hit them up, and when i explain that my entire life's kinda become "weight training and fanfic" the conversation stops.

add another layer of getting into anime, something NO ONE in my personal life cares about / thinks highly of, and i kind of only have this blog and my vision and writing and -- well, you all.

and you all are so amazing. my mutuals are so fun, and talented, and crazy smart people. i see their fics, and even if it isn't a fixation of mine, i root for them. then the people who have not only read one chapter of my fic, but multiple? or those who have checked out some of my other work? people who legit message me, send me anonymous questions, engage with what i love ---- i no longer feel so lonely. i stop wondering if i should hang up fanfic so i can gain my old social life back where i still talked to my online friends pre-fic blog often. i don't think 'maybe i'm stupid for doing this.'

i'm okay with being lonely and alone, honestly! i'm an only child lol i grew up with a single mom, my entire life was built on my imagination and the ability to be alone. but i just need every single one of you who have touched my work in some form or another -- just how important you are to me, and how grateful i am that you've not only read my works, but engaged, DM'd me about a thirst trap, anything!

it's very easy to forget there is a human behind the stories you like or reblog or comment on, but i hope you know that this human is just really happy that you've validated her greatest love: writing. and that i don't feel so lonely all the time when i'm chatting with you all, or responding to your infectious excitement. i'm just... i feel so content. and happy. and like i actually belong posting my stories, versus keeping them to myself on a word doc that will die within my external hard drive.

you see me. so thank you for seeing me.

[oblivious-aro]

can i request. 1, 2, 4, 8, 16. for the aro ask thing. a lot of questions but I like me some powers of 2.

Words cannot describe how much I love that you just picked all of the powers of 2.

1. Where are you on the aro-spectrum?

Full on 100% aromantic. Not a drop of romance in me 😎

2. When did you first realise you were aro-spec?

I think it was late 2021/early 2022 at the ripe old age of 20 years old. Pretty good timing on my part, since Alice Oseman was on the cusp of getting big, and JaidenAnimations was just about to post her aro ace video.

4. What moments make you think, “Well, I’m definitely aro”

Sometimes if I think about certain aspects romance to hard, I get kind of...like...dizzy? It's like my brain just can't process romance at a certain level if I look at it too deeply. Specifically when people do romantic gestures.

Like when I saw caught a glance of a couple full on making out in middle school on my way out the door (I actually remember telling my dad about this on the car ride home in a state of semi-shock. He didn't seem to think this event was as noteworthy as I did), or when my brother holds his girlfriend's hand, or when my other brother was getting married and at one point wrote an itinerary on our whiteboard labelled "[Other Brother]'s Wedding".

My brain just can't grasp the idea that real people...actually...viscerally desire to do that. That it's so...natural to them...like an instinct.

It's not like I'm jealous or (necessarily) repulsed by the idea, I just simply cannot comprehend feeling or thinking that way. The concept is so...alien to me.

I strongly believe that alloromantic people do not feel this way ever.

8. What other identities are you, if any?

Asexual ♠️

That one's less significant to me, but also pretty neat. Was also a lot easier to figure out.

16. How do you feel about sex scenes/romantic plots/subplots in movies?

Sex scenes: When I was a teenager, they had kind of a "woah real sex things are happening in front of my eyeballs that's crazy" appeal, but now that I'm older they've lost the novelty and it's more like "Okay, I guess this is happening now :/".

Unless you're with other people when they happen. In that case they're HILARIOUS. The most cursed bonding experience ever. I wouldn't purposely seek it out, but there's nothing quite like watching the pony-play episode of Bones with 4 or 5 of your coworkers, all of whom are at least two decades older than you 👍.

Romance plots: There has to be some kind of connection for me to really get it, and even then it's more of a "this seems to make these characters happy, I'm glad for them". I don't really get any extra enjoyment from a romantic relationship that I wouldn't get from a platonic one.

On some level though, I'm usually thinking "this could've been a friendship".

I do get a bit excited about gay relationships becoming canon (go representation, woo!), but if I stop and think about it, I don't really get a lot out of the relationship itself, it's mostly just joy from seeing representation.

And I do enjoy seeing characters care about each other, and I'm happy for the audience that enjoys watching couples do couple stuff, but sometimes the romantic aspect gives me that kind of dissonance I mentioned in question 4.

That being said, I do think the attitude of "you can only love someone this much or show your affection for them in this particular way if there's romantic feeling involved" messed with my head a bit more than I realized, and I've kind of been mad about it recently.

If the romance plot has any kind of stupidity or stalling going on, I get irate very quickly. Especially stalling. If you want to do a romance plot, fine good for you, but like ACTUALLY DO IT!

Making the characters almost confess but then they get interrupted and go back to pining for another twelve seasons? Stab! Stab! Stab! You've been hinting these two are are destined by the writers to get together the whole series, but then suddenly one or both of them enters a romantic relationship with another character you know isn't going to last? Literally a bottom 10 least favourite trope, I always feel so bad for that 3rd party. Jail forever.

You know what kind of romance always hits good though? Power couple villains. I love how they're always boosting each other.

Long-time happily married couples are usually pretty good too. I think it helps that they're a bit chiller. And less prone to breaking into explosive maybe-toxic fights for drama.

In summary, I think it's fine, but I really crave more depictions of intimate non-romantic relationships.

[llamaqueenprompt]

Masterlist

REQUESTS: OPEN

LAST UPDATED: 09/08scandal/2024

Alex Karev

works: 1

Not Happily Ever After - “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all stories get a happily ever after”

Annalise Keating

works: 1

Get Out - "Come out so I can kill you"

Callie Torres

works: 1

The Last Letter - "you don't deserve to be forgotten"

Damon Salvatore

works: 1

Revealing Roadtrip - "admitting that I'm right is always a good option."

Dylan O'Brien

works: 1

Love in the Spotlight - "This sounds a lot like a marriage proposal." "Maybe it is."

Fitz Grant

works: 1

Pillow Wall - "There is only one bed."

Harry Bingham

works: 1

Hope is For You - "Hopefulness is like a drug. It’s hard to escape the addiction of hoping."

Isaac Lahey

works: 1

Beneath City Lights - "We’re lying on a desert parking level, watching the stars, but we’re in a big city with too much light, so we end up just watching each other."

Jace Herondale

works: 1

Family Reunion - "You're actually kind of amazing"

Jackson Avery

works: 1

Bitch of the Year - "-you're really campaining for bitch of the year, aren't you?"

Jake Ballard

works: 1

Future Plans - "This is not the time or place for this."

Jay Halstead

works: 1

Sweet Creature - "I'm so pround to be your father,"

Justin Foley

works: 1

Just One Second - "Fine, make me the villain,"

Luke Patterson

works: 1

Single In, Single Out - Wedding -  Write about a family wedding where you are the only single - besides a ten-year-old.

Magnus Bane

works: 1

Out of Love - Inspired by Out of Love by Alessia Cara

Mark Sloan

works: 3

The Last Letter - "you don't deserve to be forgotten"

Bitch of the Year - "-you're really campaining for bitch of the year, aren't you?"

His Secret Child

Mason Mount

works: 1

Uneducated Buy - "You're not stupid. Just uneducated."

Nick Amaro

works: 1

Crazy Person - “Since when did you become an expert?” “Since I watched a documentary about it. Last night.”

Others

Becca Gelb - Support System - "you should have called me"

Amelia Shepherd and April Kepner - The Wedding Fiasco - "Do you realize what you've done?"

Leo Roth - One Night Stand

[starythewriter]

Jack Harlow X reader

FLUFF PART 2

MENTIONS OF SEX

You attend jacks concert, when your backstage you both decide to have sex. The band is pretty good and there are lots of cute guys on stage, but your heart goes out for this guy in particular. He's a really sweet guy and kind and he just wants people to love him. His music is so raw and honest, so it makes you want to cry. You know, because you'e also kind of a jerk who wants people to not fall for your bullshit.

His name is Jack, by the way. You like Jack and he likes you and you think that this could actually work for once. You both like to fuck people, so what's stopping this from becoming more than just another notch on his bedpost? Except that he isn't your average guy.

You two aren't even dating yet and you're both so into each other, so it makes no sense. But if this relationship can help Jack get his songwriting credits, then you don't want it to be anything else. Not to mention, you don't really mind being fucked either. At least not as much as he does. It feels good. Really really good, but still better than getting laid. This is going to make everything easier for all three of you. He doesn't care about money or fame like you do, so it'll go smoothly for everyone.

Besides, he's kind of hot and he's been nice about having this kind of sexual contact, so if you give it back to him, he'll probably keep it for longer than you'd expect. And then maybe he won't ask for you anymore. So yeah, you feel like you owe it to yourself, him and especially to yourself to try this out. Because you've both wanted it forever. For years. You need it, like crazy. Your body craves it and your soul screams it. This has never felt like anything before, and while you've seen a lot of fucked up shit in your life, you've never gone this deep before with anyone. And you sure as hell haven't ever fucked up someone like this.

So you figure that maybe this is all the right thing to do. Maybe you should try to get him hooked first instead of trying to suck his dick first. Or maybe that would make more sense. Whatever, you're tired of thinking about it. And now you have an idea of what to say to him so that he'll let you take him home tonight, where you can finally be fucking him senseless. You already have ideas. You're just worried about his reaction. You're hoping he'll say yes because if he doesn't, you're gonna have to start all over again tomorrow night. And then maybe things will happen faster, because you really wanna see those abs. You want him hard, you want him fast, you want him messy, you wanna watch him writhe underneath you and cum all over himself, you want to feel him shiver from pleasure under you and you want to taste the salty tears he will shed from ecstasy.

Shit, you'll even do it for him. That's how bad you want this to be. Fuck, you're pathetic. But that's what makes you such a great partner. You love it and you crave it. You need it and you deserve it. You want him. You want his beautiful body, his beautiful cock,

his gorgeous mouth, his beautiful eyes, his beautiful smile, his perfect ass, his perfect hair, his perfect teeth, his perfect skin, his perfect everything. Even his stupid fucking accent is sexy. So damn hot, so freaking sexy. You think you'll go blind. God, you wanna touch him so bad right now.

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[booksofthelibrary]

CW: mental health struggles, personal talk, personal mental health, emotional rambles.

One day...I can't wait to write Libraria and to have the world understand my unabashed love for this girl. For her story. For her struggles.

She goes through so much and I put so much of my own struggles into her. My struggles with accepting myself. Loving myself. With abandonment and loneliness. And yet she withstood it all. Daffodil stand before it all just like many characters who I admired before her.

Edward Elric, Ryoji Mochizuki, Clear, Pwyll (another old OC of mine) these characters means the fucking world to me. They encompass a lot of me. It's why I accept Pwyll and Clear as names for myself. But Daffodil...she just rises above them all. And its hard to explain without ruining the entirety of the Story I plan to write for her. Libraria is me screaming out my pain on the fucking page and I'm terrified of it. But I love it.

I don't think anyone could understand just how much of a comfort this tiny fucking dumb child is for me. The hardesta days become trivial when I believe in her. And even if this sounds crazy or stupid or whatever the fuck. I do genuinely hope people can find joy and love in her like I do. And I do hope that everyone has a person (fictional or otherwise) that can just push them forward like Daffy does for me.

I am sorry for this crazy ramble. I am listening to Double from the Milgram projects over and over again cause it slaps and it makes me think of myself and Daffy. And my relationship with my work and just her. And genuinely I don't know if I needed this but I think this has awakened something new in me. I think Double has risen to one of my favorite songs of all time. And for that thank you Milgram project for that.

I need to stop rambling now. But if you've read me crazy emotional ramblings. I'm sorry and thank you. And remember....please be kind to everyone. You never know if that was the last thing that person needed to make it through the day.

[taegularities]

Day 6

STUPID STUPID STUPID BOY

(seriously I love him so much they way he is little annoying but a fluff ball of suppressed emotions 🤧)

My favourite characters has to be yoongi and eun they are such Goldiess smooches for them 💋💋and yoongi's plaster 🙋🏻‍♀️ I wanna volenteer too lemme draw lot of cute yellow dick Minions.

I am just lovin it' they way you write how you put each and every character's perspective and analogue I didn't know I would love some details in ffs this much it was never that serious but the it's expression of radical optimism for me now

whenever you refers to oc's hair as "mane" I always imagine her hairs to start to glowing like Tinkerbell whenever she is at her confront or with jk like babe yeps that's right there some angle type a shit..... pet name is even more hypnotizing 🫠(I DON'T LIKE IT HOW YOU ARE MAKING me LIKE EVERYTHING THAT I DON'T LIKE) first stupid lover boy and now pet names I can't with you I hate you but I will always love you for this fluffiest brain wrecking agenda you have going on and now just to keep us in constant chokehold for

seriously though our boy needs a therepy I would say everyone needs in big letters THEREPY

Because this suspense is killing me (I DITCH MY FRIEND'S BASH JUST) to RUMBLE SHIT TO YOU FIRST BEFORE READING cmi-blue OFFFF feels like I love this sensitive side of him more kinda wanna see him crying more I'm mean he just gorgeous so why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

just aww moment for they way you make their whole confession thing in cmi-blurred I never thought I would enjoy so much someone's full on confession like yes babies talk it all out the satisfaction it's so hard to talk it out BUT THEY DID IT I'M SCREAMING THROWING UP ON THE SIDE

The whole time in my head jk in cmi-blurred was like @kookiechimm character's it's prefect fitting for that chapter through out the drive and confession time yeps that's tiny kook energy

FINALLY the boy is opening up I can finally killing myself but before that yes I will recreate those two paintings too lemme finish this whole thing and my toxic semester we are on journey to become the next beat up best Picasso baby 🫡 and I love you byeee take care and on my way to slap some people

- 🦴🔫

omg i know a few more days have passed butttt HAVE YOU READ ONNNN, HOW DID YOU LIKE IT LMAO and this is a fun review, too!!! 🥹 "a fluff ball of suppressed emotions" is sooo right :') i'm glad you love him as much as i do. and yoongi and eun, yesss, i adore them!! they'll become a bit more prominent soon, i think, but it's always nice when ppl praise eun especially, she's very important to me hehehe

i think i'm kind of a crazy optimist, so that fits well lol. it means a lot that you'd talk about my expressions like that.. i try my best, so it's always so cool when That Best is appreciated. oc issss an angel for real!! our very own tinkerbell.. i can't wait to show more sides of her bc she's all i wanna be. pet names are truly a hit or miss hahaha but i think they've become part of them and they can't go without them anymore ����

HE WILL CRY LOL he will cry a lot of times more, and so will oc 🤣 idk how far you've gotten, but there'll be plenty more tears ahead. thank you so so much for reading, enjoying and being so sweet about it 🥺 i will keep trying to wreck brains :D and looking forward to those paintings like are you kiddingggg!! ty and ilyyy <3

[5-pp-man]

I've hit the 3rd ep for all of the things I'm watching (except for 1 but shhh). Crazy. As per the rule, I guess I'll write down my thoughts for them now.

Atarashii Joushi; Fun and heartwarming in a very tame sort of way. It reminded me of CDD a lot in the first episode, but I feel like it's really making itself stand out now. Also, the 3rd ep made me cry. wtf.

Bullbuster; Very interested to see where this goes with the island plot. I like the touch of realism for how the company operates. Kataoka is actually my fave character so far just because he has such a strong presence, lmao

Dekoboko Majo; It's your standard over the top gag anime (which I like! it's just stupid silly fun) I do like the allusion to a deeper plot though

Hypmic; I already loved Hypmic and I never even expected another season, so I already feel spoiled. I love how they're weaving all the divisions into the ongoing plot, it's actually done pretty well? Though the anime original group (TBH) feels a bit jammed into the story, but it's only natural when you've got something with a plot like hypmic (that's already jammed full with contrivances, lmao) Also, Dotsuitare Homos episode when? (probably next week. yippeee ^u^)

Kamierabi; It's starting to become apparent with the 3rd episode that the plot in this show. Might not be that great. But I love death / high stakes games, even if they're kinda shitty. The animation isn't nearly as bad as everyone wants you to believe though.

Kamonohashi Ron; Ron he is so sillay <3 I love detectives, I love buddy teamups, this is a winning combo in my book. Their banter is super manzai-like though, very dry / reaction based humour. Which I think is funny but not when overused (is this show overusing it? not rlly as of now thankfully). Also, very intrigued by what the hell happened to Ron

Kawagoe Boys Sing; Uhhhh this only has 2 eps rn but the 2nd one was already so much better than the first. I love IT kun and Otome kun, excited for the rest of the cast to be introduced Ok I've seen the 3rd one now and in the very first sentence from Adachi I heard it was Kimura Subaru. I'm so happy he's here!! It was a good call to get him for this show since he's a great singer (in English too so it was nice hearing him in the ed this time!) Just an aside I actually think it's really nice how cool everyone is with all the weird quirks the characters have. Like, they consistently see Otome's feminine traits as a genuinely cool thing, and it's such a breath of fresh air compared to other shows

Migi to Dali; This is def up there as my fave this season, I loved Sakamoto so I'm super happy that Sano san's other work got adapted as well. May she be freer where she is now. Her strange brand of humour will forever be one of my faves, and having it mixed with a mystery this time is like a dream come true

Undead Unluck; I'm watching this one w my brother and I'm glad, it's exactly the kind of stuff we tend to watch together. The animation for this one goes crazy hard btw.

Watashi no Oshi; I wasn't feeling the first 2 eps all that much (they were funny and had a few good moments, but they weren't fantastic or anything), but goddd the third one was so good... and the 4th was really funny. I'm enjoying this one more and more each week :) also the op is super catchy

Yonkyoudai; This one is really sweet, I love the usage of different animation styles to evoke certain emotions, and the way it often mimics children's drawings works so well for this story. I get all teary eyed watching this one every time...

[i-cant-sing]

Still wondering who was the guy that fushiguro reader introduced to the zenin clan. Like they have high standards and all and he CHECKS THEM ALL OUT

Obviously, it's an OC. And I'm gonna use this ask to introduce him to yall.

His name is Eros (maybe) and he's just slightly taller than reader, with a short, black, neat hair cut. He has brown eyes and a quite symmetrical face with like perfect features.

He is an orphan, and he worked very hard to raise himself, put himself through college and become a doctor. He did have some help though, from a mysterious guy that Eros has told you is his "uncle" who you've only met once and he did not share any resemblance with your fiance at all (but who are you to judge when you don't look like your stupid uncle Naoya)

Anyways, back to Eros. You met him when you were at 7/11 and saved him from a thief with a knife, and it ended up with you getting your hand slashed. Eros took you to his clinic where he stitched you up and he was amused by you because instead of whimpering or flinching about your injury, you were just happily chomping on your onigiri.

Obviously, Naoya called you as soon as the store clerk (that he had hired to spy on you) told him what happened, and told you to stay put while he comes and gets you. Naoya came in record time, freaked out when he saw your bandaged hand, asked if you were okay and when you confirmed, he immediately started scolding you and telling you how stupid you were and how he's gonna put you on a lock down and ban you from leaving the house and all kinds of restrictions. You just rolled your eyes, thanked Eros and told Naoya to shut up, which infuriated him more and resulted in Naoya yelling at you more and the both of you left the clinic, but not before Naoya threw like a 1000 bucks at Eros.

Now, Eros was intrigued by you and perhaps it was destiny for him to meet you several times at 7/11, but he did, and each time he was more interested by how you were in your own world, head bopping happily or sometimes you'd clap in satisfaction when you'd eat something really good. Perhaps it was how naive or childish you were, that made him attracted to you. He saw himself in you- or at least what he would've been like if he'd had a normal childhood (yes, he has a sad tragic past).

All Eros wants to do is spoil you, in every single way possible. He wants to take care of you, and in a way, it'd help heal his inner child.

So, when he asks you out on a date, you two really hit it off because he's perfect in every single way possible. Sure, he sometimes zones out and has that thousand yard stare when you're enjoying something, but that's not really a flaw to nitpick.

He's the type of bf who calls you "my beloved" or "my love". The type of guy who'd sit you down and tie your shoe laces, the type to push your head to his chest when your head feels heavy, the type of s/o who is your no.1 cheerleader. Like he hypes you up so much, and even though he's a doctor and is busy as hell, he still makes time for you.

He's super low maintenance, like he gets so happy when you do the bare minimum for him. Buy him a customised stethoscope/scrubs? He picks you up and swings you around. Pack him a lunch? You're getting kisses and hugs all week long. Hold him/cuddle him/bear hug him? He's sobbing and thanking you.

His only flaw? His dark past, which has made him into a doctor that may or may not have killed a few patients. His "uncle" sends some targets his way and Eros gets rid of them in a clean and effective way, and since he's like crazy smart (which he down plays a lot), he leaves no evidence.

Eros is a yandere for reader, 100%. He wants to protect her, care of her, spoil her, and support her in any endeavour she wants. Just as long as he gets to be by her side. He cannot see a future without you. So my man who is utterly in love with you, pops up the question and proposes.

He's so happy when you say yes, and he just shushes you when you voice your concerns about your family, telling you he'll take care of everything.

Now, if yall have any more questions about him, I'll be here.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

GENSHIN MEN AS INCUBI LOTUS ANON YOU ARE BIG BRAINED

Man imagine how pent up incubus! Diluc is since he works well into the night too... poor guy

hi hi anon!

EXACTLY;; LOTUS ANON YOU HAVE OPENED UP ANOTHER DOOR FOR US HORNY SIMPS,,

but fr, incubus! diluc would absolutely be pent up. i mean, he's been through so much and hardly has any time for himself; having to singlehandedly run the entire wine industry, whilst also occasionally working as a bartender at his own tavern, and being mondstadt's own nighttime hero is utterly draining. and you know, you know what he is, and how badly pent up he is, so you offer to help, no payback necessary.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnsfw below!

diluc is so handsome, so beautiful. fiery long red hair that is perfectly tied back yet it accentuates his handsome features. his flame-red eyes burn anything that finds themselves within his gaze, whether intentional or unintentional. and his perfectly chiseled and firm muscles were enough to make one only let their imagination get the best of them. he really was the uncrowned king of mondstadt.

and yet he's rutting his hips against you like crazy.

he resembles a dog in heat like thisーhandsome features are all scrunched up and pale cheeks flushed red as he desperately pounds into you. his grip is firm on you, but it keeps on slipping every few seconds, so he tries and fails again to hold on tightly to you. his tail is curled around your leg tightly, squeezing and tugging you closer to his bare body.

" th-thank you...'m so grateful..thank you..!"

he looks so dazed yet relieved, clinging onto you desperately as his thick cock throbs erratically inside of you and makes your plush thighs slick with his creamy release. diluc cums so much, babbling and losing his mind to pleasure so quickly that his hoarse and choked moans become more stupid and high-pitched. and he whimpers and slurs so much love for you, and you simply stroke his fluffy hair and whisper the sweetest of words, cooing at him to spill all of his thick cum into your hole, and that he doesn't have to hold back now. he's worked so so hard, and he deserves a good break.

diluc seriously considers imprinting his incubus marks onto your belly when he sees your sleeping face. you've done so much for him, being so kind and never expecting anything in return. the least he can do is make you feel good until your mind goes blank.

and maybe he could go past just this physical love. he wants all of you.