#anon match-up

[hellsitegenetics]

Just wondering, how the hell do you do this

Do you know all this off the top of your head or???

"do you know all this off the top of your head" can you imagine. i'd be unstoppable

[choccy-milky]

✨ pokémon AU! 🔴✨ clora is mainly fairy & psychic (bc shes sweet but also smart) whereas seb trends towards fire/dark (even tho i only ended up giving him 1 dark pokemon...shhh) i originally gave him a houndour, bc dark + guard dog was such a perfect combo for him, but arcanine ALSO suits him and is way cuter so i had to go with that 🥹 and i had to fit in a raven and a snake pokemon somewhere bc...cmon🥰 BAHAHA

TYSM to the anon who inspired this!! it was so much fun

[sanayeon]

MOMO — MISAMO Japan Dome Tour 2024 "Haute Couture" Requested by anonymous

[yayll]

You give us Rockstar!Dazai and Fan!Reader but i raise you Rockstart!Dazai & Popstar/Idol!Reader who have opposite aesthetics and take over the music industry with a combined album of both rock and pop music 🙌🏾🙌🏾-TeenZai Anon

TEENZAI ANON YA DID IT AGAIN.

this is even better..... can you imagine they collab on the album to call off the rivalry that isn't actually a rivalry (more like frenemies w insane tension hehe) but the tabloids just eat that shit up and ofc Dazai loves to play into it wayyyy more than reader does.

he'll see you show up for a photoshoot a little earlier than scheduled while he's finishing his up and he just glares at you in full on idol pop glam like.

"Oh? I didn't know you'd be here today... looking like that..."

and it's just him CLEARLY checking you out while also being so catty. he can't even match his tone to his words, he sounds like a lovestruck fool. you're so smooth, so calm and collected bc you have proper MEDIA TRAINING lmao

"Well, I do it for the fans, heh. You'll be doing it soon too, we should meet up and discuss the album... That is when you're dressed a little better..."

he just gasps, both of your aesthetics have always clashed, but that's what made the upcoming collab even more iconic. you were graceful, he was a goddamn mess.

"Album? Oh please, we would never-"

then his manager chimes in all quickly like,

"Oh, sorry! I forgot to mention this to you. The label thinks it would do wonders for your image. I'd say it's a great unmissable opportunity."

"My image?! What's wrong with my IMAGE? I'm soooo hot and charming, have you seen my fan accounts? Chuuya must be soooo jealous."

he rolls his eyes, a smug smile manifesting as you and his manager just look at each other, smiling knowingly.

"You're definitely adored by the fans no doubt, but It's no secret you're a bit... Eccentric on and off stage... You know, like that one time when you held up the concert discussing different methods to off yourself? Or when you were an hour late because you spent so much time changing your bandages and then came out black out drunk on Sake?"

Dazai just groans like the bratty manchild he is, as if it were untrue.

"Ohhhhh come onnnn... It's for rock n roll!"

you giggle and lean in, arms crossed as you bat your lashes.

"And now it'll be for Pop. And for me, hopefully?"

"Whatever. Maybe. I don't do anything for you, even if your hair is so shiny and your makeup is effortlessly done... Those insanely flattering outfits do you no favors until you walk out of the dressing room, it's honestly so lame."

he just goes on and on while you just admire him quietly with a wide smile. you know what he means, even if he denies it. you feel it too. before you're called to set, you simply clear your throat and toss your hair over your shoulder, your voice soft and firm.

"I have to go now, Dazai... But I guess you'll just need a time and date to express your grievances further? My manager will talk to yours. Bye for now~"

you turn to saunter away in a whirl of lingering heavenly presence and he just stands there, standing a little taller than usual, cheeks uncharacteristically red. He turns to his manager and mumbles as if still in a trance yet the corner of his lip twitches.

"... I think I have a new idea for a song. Set up that meeting soon? 'kay?"

YOU LEAVE THE MAN SPEECHLESS, ITS NO WONDER YOURE SO ADORED... he's secretly looking forward your little play date. he's been dying to have you one on one despite the odds against you both.

[gaytommykinard]

wait you've awakened something in me. bobbytommy.... so true.

i'm going to copypaste my reply from the notes: i just think ex-military tommy "i dOn'T HaVe dADdy iSsuEs" kinard saw captain bobby nash climbing out of the fire engine to bet on himself outlasting the entire firehouse and got a semi :/

[louferrignojrofficial]

it would be funny if they planned to go as the Roman Soldier/Cowboy costume and Tommy shows up in THAT and Buck shows up in an inflatable cowboy costume with the horse and they just both misunderstood the vibes of the assignment (they kiss about it later)

this in the halloween episode please and thank you

[writing-blog-iguess]

🌹

“Hey Jason,” Barbara’s voice cut through the line, distracting Jason a little. He grunted in reply, and retreated behind the dumpster. “Someone named Y/N is calling. What do you want me to do?”

“Put it through,” Jason answered, looking around the dumpster to see how many were left. Three were left, shouldn’t be a problem.

“Are you sure?”

“It’ll be fine,” he said and Barbara hummed before connecting the call. “Hey Little Bird. What’s up?”

“I don’t know, you were the one who wanted me to call you,” you answered. Jason furrowed his eyebrows.

“I don’t think so,” he said, moving to shoot the one standing up. Eh winced at the sound and hoped you didn’t hear it.

“Mm, pretty sure you did,” you said, and he heard movement from your end. As if you moved the one on away from your face. “Yeah, seven-forty you said call me.”

“That was four hours ago,” he reminded, and smiled when you laughed.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been busy with a party and all,” you said and he can picture you shrugging. “This a bad time?”

He took a moment to answer as he ducked down when the other two started shooting. “Uh, don’t know.”

“Is that…is someone shooting at you?” you asked and he grimaced at the question. So much for keeping you out of this. “Jason, are you okay?”

“Fine,” he grunted out,letting out a noise when he felt something hit his shoulder. When did he move?

[deeranger]

Sam letting Dean suck on his breasts to calm him down when he is mad or angry is so real… It also makes perfect sense because in canon Dean misses Mary a lot and Sam is so much like their mother (save me Sam/Mary parallels save me). Dean definitely has memories of her, he probably sees her in Sam sometimes.

Oooh..... Oh. Mommy kink, anyone? 😏

"Yeah, that's it, just let me—" Dean babbles, cutting himself off with a moan when his lips close around Sam's nipple. His little brother has barely had the time to properly open his shirt, but Dean's already shoving his face in there, eager and so damn riled up that he's hyperventilating. It doesn't take many seconds before teeth graze the tender flesh either, any restraint and finesse forgotten long ago.

"Oww, s-slow down," Sam gasps, but there's a small smile tugging on his lip despite the pain. Dean whines in response, a high-pitched noise stuck in his throat as he suckles, tongue lapping greedily at the hardened nub.

"M'right here, De.... Not going anywhere," Sam adds, voice shaky, as Dean eagerly palms his other tit, strong fingers squeezing it like he'll never let go.

"Hmmm," Dean just mumbles, his hot mouth leaving smears of saliva to cool everywhere on the tanned skin. By now, he's so hard in his jeans that it looks downright painful, and Sam's no better off. There's no way either of them is going to last long. Every few seconds their hips involuntarily twitch, small stutters that they don't quite manage to conceal, but right now there's really no need to hide it. Not now, not anymore. They're too far gone for that.

"Oh, God...." Sam grunts when his big brother nips at him, only to let go of his nipple with a loud and vulgar pop. It's nothing short of pornographic, and as Dean stares up at him through dark lashes, the younger Winchester can't help a moan falling from his lips, raw and blatantly wanton. As he sits there on the edge of the motel bed, Dean looks so small between his legs, so.... Devoted. And the way he's leaning into Sam, just clinging to him like his life depends on it, it's making every fiber of him want to relieve the pressure building in his groin. But he can't. Oh, he can't.

"Please, can I just....?" Dean asks, and he sounds wrecked. Both his hands are now on Sam's tits, squeezing them together like they're actually big enough for it. Like Dean has done a million times with the bar skanks he'll pick up at night. Only, Sam's chest is firm and muscular, not at all as supple as the various C cups he usually gets his hands on. It's not the same. Oh, but it's Sam. And he's so warm and beautiful, endless planes of golden skin, smooth under his calloused fingertips. It's like he can even feel the heartbeat underneath it, just thrumming away in a strong jackrabbiting rhythm that perfectly matches his own. It's intoxicating. It's safe, it's home. And it's so much like her.

"Fuck..." Dean says, the word punching out of him in a breathless moan. As his fingers pinch and caress and squeeze, his eyes never leave Sam's face. God, he's beautiful. And he has Mary's eyes. Shit, he even has her smile.

By now there's a wet patch forming on the denim fabric of his jeans, and Dean can't help but grind himself against the side of the mattress. Sparks zap up his spine as he does, and a loud moan tumbles out of him.

"Oh, God, I n-need... I need to..." he whimpers, dark green eyes laser-focused on Sam's lips while he humps the edge of the bed.

"You can have whatever you want, De- just- take whatever you want," Sam babbles in return, hips twitching and mouth open as his brother squeezes his chest. The coil in Dean's groin tightens, the heat there flaring up in an instant by Sam's words. It's like a goddamn flip of a switch. And without hesitation, he's suddenly hauling himself off the floor and into Sam's lap knees digging into the bed on either side of him with a protesting squeal of the metal springs in the cheap mattress.

There's no more hesitation. No more second thoughts. There's simply no room for it anymore, and Dean's mouth crashes against Sam's in a wild frenzy of clacking teeth and prodding tongues. It's primal, and there's something so unique in the way Sam tastes, something that sets Dean's groin alight. He tastes like cinnamon and raspberries and coffee, like something long forgotten, like everything Dean ever missed... He tastes like friggin mother's milk.

A pitiful mewling sound spills from Dean's mouth, desperate and so, so hungry. He almost sounds like he's hurt, and he's pawing at Sam now, big hands roaming everywhere to squeeze and tug and pinch like he can't get close enough. He's almost there. Shit. He's almost there, he's so, so close but still just too far away to slip over the edge, that fire blazing in his groin and in his mind and everywhere, like he's going mad with it, like he's friggin dying from it, and his dick fucking hurts and—

"M-Mommy..." he whimpers into Sam's mouth, mind a whirl and body ablaze. He can feel Sam tense, feel the way he stiffens ever so slightly, insecure surprise making his large body go extra taut under him. But it's only for a second. Just a second, as scary and fleeting as a ghost. And then, Sam relaxes once more, delves deeper into the messy kiss with a throaty groan of his own. There's even a stuttering roll of his hips, eager and clumsy, and then they're suddenly grinding together, denim against denim. It's rough and the angle is weird, but it's everything Dean ever wanted. It's electrifying. And while they breathe each other's breath, tongues lapping and swirling and tangling, Sam whispers into his brother's mouth:

"It's okay, baby boy... I've got you."

The reaction is instant. Dean groans against Sam's lips, hips thrusting and grinding against his little brother's crotch, seeking release, touch, anything, just more, more more. The fire in his groin feels searing, like it's lapping at his spine, scalding tendrils shooting through his abdomen and spreading like wildfire. He's right at the edge, the point of no return rushing past him so fast that he's forgetting how to breathe.

"Please—" he manages to choke out, but it bleeds into a helpless moan before he can finish it. It seems that Sam knows exactly what he wants though, because suddenly a big hand drops to the bulge in Dean's pants, long fingers rubbing at him through the denim:

"Come on, baby... Let mommy take care of you," Sam whispers, low and throaty into Dean's mouth.

And that's all it takes.

With a whimper, Dean shoots hot and messy inside his jeans, hips jerking in cramp-like thrusts against Sam's hand. It's as clumsy as it is mindless, both of them writhing against each other. It's animalistic. The sounds they make easily rival the dirtiest porn flick, and Dean's mind is reeling with want and more and Mary and Sam, Sam, Sam. It's everything Dean ever wanted and everything he should never have. Oh, but it's beautiful. It's perfect. And he's finally home.

[agentnatesewell]

something something Rebecca closing the supernatural world over her own child and fighting as hard as she can to never let them be apart of that world. Choosing what stole Rook away from her over the child Rook gave her.

Rebecca!! Imagine how many arguments that Rebecca and Rook must have had and how many they would continue to have had Rook lived. Would they have brought their child into the supernatural world early? Waited until they were 12 or 13? 18 or 21?

They parallel the A and N argument in book one … A/Rebecca saying it’ll be safer to keep them safe and unaware, N/Rook saying that knowing will keep them safe (paraphrase, especially with A expecting to be in and out once they’d taken care of Murphy)

Rebecca has seen more, known more than Rook … but she also had the resources to keep her child safe. And, of course, her hesitance was compounded after he died. Couldn’t lose her husband and her child. Not on her watch (ironic, I know)

I wonder if they would have found out about the mutation sooner, had Rook lived. Even without nannies, someone would have realized that the detective was immune to pheromones. I think Rook would have investigated it rather than ignored it. They could have had at least a decade or two heads start on what’s going on, and maybe contained it better

As much as Rebecca went against Rook’s wishes, she could argue her position to keep that a secret. And one thing I think about a lot is that Rebecca thinks the detective is mad at her because she kept the world of the supernatural away from them — again, she is thinking of Rook and not her child, who is their own person

I certainly bet that if Rook knew what happened, he’d be far more upset about her being an emotionally absent mother rather than keeping the supernatural away from them. I think he could understand.

Thank you for the ask and your thoughts! Always love chatting about Rebecca

[south-sea]

👗 SHADOW!!

she wears whatever the vibe for that day is and that's anywhere from early 2000s punk to generic sundress/sunhat combo

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m feral for subby Bucky. I need him on the floor crying and begging for my pussy, a babbling bitch of a mess.

Okay love youuu💜

Maybe I've got too soft recently but I'm so into the thought of being sweet and gentle and encouraging with subby Bucky?

I can't stop thinking about how pretty he could look on his knees in dim bedroom lighting and the way it would accentuate those muscular thighs. He's naked, watching you, stroking his cock a little more frantically than you'd usually allow.

"Please." He sounds more composed than he looks and he's not afraid to keep eye contact with you while he begs.

"I need to feel you." He watches as you trail your finger gently across your own glistening sex, spreading your legs nice and wide so he's got a perfect view from the floor.

You don't respond. There's no sense in breaking a silence that heavy. Not when you know his mouth is watering, imagining the way you'll feel when you engulf his cock and then the way you'll taste while he licks his cum out of your freshly fucked pussy.

"I need you." He whispers, his mouth running faster than his brain. His dick throbs in his hand, precum dribbling down his shaft, over his fingers, making each stroke a little more slick.

"Then have me, sweetheart. I'm all yours." He didn't expect the softness in your voice or the way you tenderly hold his chin to pull him in for a kiss.

He's slipping just a little faster than he wants to but it feels lovely. He's safe, he's loved, he's free to explore interests he's never given much time to and it's all starting to feel quite comfortable and natural to him.

"I love you, I hope you know that." You whisper, kissing his forehead while you line his tip up to your entrance.

"Oh God." He whimpers, his head falling onto your shoulder because he can't look at you now. Not as he's pressing into you and you're being so gentle with him. It'll be overwhelming and he simply can't have that.

"I love how you make me feel. I love getting to see you like this." You coo softly, stroking the back of his head, enjoying his hot, erratic breathing on your neck.

Inch by inch, he slides inside you. It's slow and reverent and considerate and downright perfect.

"You don't need to last, sweetheart. Let me take care of you for now and we can go a little bit longer later." Your offer isn't one he can turn down. He's been too aroused for too long and taking the edge off is exactly what he needs so he can focus on your pleasure.

His thrusts from then on are much faster, his tip rubbing your sweet spot delightfully and while it's not enough to get you off, it leaves you arching yourself closer to him.

It doesn't take long for him to become a babbling mess, panting and moaning against your neck, begging to be allowed to cum inside you.

"I'm so proud of you." You remind him, holding him as close as you can. There is no closer than this; not with him inside you but it still feels important to be unreserved in how much you want him. "I'm so proud of you. It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. You're okay, I've got you."

You feel his hips stutter, his shaft pulsing and throbbing as he shoots his first load into you, buried as deep inside you as he can manage. There are a few tender moments where you just hold him, kissing his broad shoulders while he catches his breath, letting him get comfortable on your chest.

[captainkirkk]

thoughts on deadpool and wolverine ?

My friend bought us front-FRONT row seats so everyone in the movie ended up looking like handsome squidward from that angle but that being said it was so much fun!! Marvel movies often feel stale and mass-produced for the average person, but this movie was FUN and felt like it was made with comic/ old school Marvel fans in mind!!! And FINALLY getting an r-rated Marvel movie was so so good, it really made showed what the other Deadpool movies were missing

[lunarleonardo]

So you write a lot of fanfiction uwu… but do you read any fic too? ;3c

Ik you don’t have public bookmarks but do you have any saiouma fic recommendations?? Can be whump or not but!! I’m curious!!/gen

Plus we need something to tide us over while we wait for new chapters!!/lh (its ok if not please don’t feel pressured to!!!!!)

I'll be honest... I don't know how bookmarks work. I never use them. I have a big google doc where I link every fic I enjoy and save stuff from there. I didn't know ao3 bookmarks could even Be private @_@;??? It took me like 30 minutes trying to figure out how to make a series. I feel like a 70 year old man using the internet for the first time trying to do anything on ao3

I went over some general fics I liked here, but Saiouma fics... qwq oohh ones that I enjoy are so difficult to find, much less LONGFICS like what I do. I started writing because whump was so agonizingly scarce in the Shuichi tag (i also have major character death filtered out so maybe thats why but still ( ￣-￣)). Umm let me check my library!!

ok so there's "a faith most particular" by defectivehero. It's 2k words, short and sweet and fluffy. It makes me laugh. I like the idea of Kokichi doing stupid nonsense like this. It's cute ^w^

There's this mer fic! It's called "A Song of Sacrifice" by SomeoneSpoopy. Kokichi is a siren! And he can't read. It's awesome B) I also love love love mer fics in general and speaking of mer fics

"Where the Music Meets the Ocean" by paris_23. I'll be one hundred percent honest I almost stopped reading this because I wasn't really clicking with their characterization at first, but then I reached the end of chapter 1 and fell in love. I love how Teruteru is there. I love the ending. I love how funny mental visual of Lifeguard Kokichi is. This fic is the reason I want to write a mer fic but struggle to because every idea I have comes from this (/pos). Worth the read, it made me feel nostalgic for a life I've never had

I think I mentioned Hoarding Humans on the last post... still one of my all time favorites. Okay here's another shorter one,, I reread it a lot when I'm in Stasis and it makes me feel better. Do mind the trigger warnings though, "Sleepless" by ToxicPineapple. Short and sweet and Shuichi trenches. Absolutely peak

I do NOT remember if I mentioned this one last time but I'll recommend it again cus it's that good, "Steps from Your Pulse" by A_Viscari. I like the whole "postgame Kokichi with claustrophobia" thing but this fic gave me a whole new perspective and I Looove it!! ♪ヽ(´▽｀)/

"you're in love and i'm unlucky" by Holy crap it's defectivehero again I didn't even notice O_O ok umm basically Shuichi is the one who falls into the floorboard like the absolute AMATEUR he is. I love caretaker!Kokichi so much I'm so insane over them

I skimmed through my entire library and that's.. kind of. all i have. q_q Other ones are either really old and thus kind of lacking in...grammatical correctness... also "shumai" causes me physical pain and i can only endure it in so many fics LOL. So I think I'm just picky ;_;

[thatbuddie]

Wait so will Karen and Hen have a matching 80s outfit too?. I'd laugh if they don't and are all oh you guys were serious as they take in Buck and Eddie's matching couples outfit.

WAIT ANON YOU ARE ONTO SOMETHING KSKSKSKSKS IT WOULD HONESTLY BE HILARIOUS!!!!!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat wait i fucking won they DID GIVE HIM A BROWN PALETTE

[psymachine]

can you draw dennis jerking off by himself? thank u i luv u

sorry i just...you know he would.

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