#but no ! my brain latches onto till

[smileymoth]

I think its really stupid that thinking about dsmp actually makes me really sad cuz around the time that i learned about it and the lore (that i then proceeded to forget bc i wasnt in the mcrp grindset yet...sad) my dad got diagnosed with cancer so now whenever people talk abt how dsmp is about grief im like yeah man it sure is my dad fucking died 2 months after i learned about the maniac who blew up a city and that other guy who got his skull smashed in with an anvil

[ami-loves]

the funniest thing to me is that ivan is literally My Type but no i want the fucking. gray one. give me the gray one. i want him so bad.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Shark Week with Sebastian | MDNI 18+ only | Period sex, blood ofc, gentle Sebastian, ambiguous era, smut, obviously, could be gross use your fucking discretion | I'm PMSing. Cramps are fucking awful stope.

Of course Sebastian knows. He keeps track of it better than even you. Sometimes even reminding you of its approach.

(Victorian era!)Sebastian has knowledge from all parts of the world so while other ladies bleed freely, feeling uncomfortable and having to repeatedly change clothing, you are offered a makeshift pad, with special cloths torn and arranged by the demon himself. (Modern!) Sebastian knows what pads, tampons, and menstrual cups are too he buys and stocks them for you. Making sure you have plenty for when you need.

Sebastian also makes sure you have hot honeyed tea to help soothe your cramps and sweet treats to go with it as well. Cakes, biscuits, chocolates.

And when all else fails, Sebastian knows a little massage will help you better than anything else anyway.

He starts at your feet. Carefully pulling and prodding at each toe and your skin. The ache that settled in your muscles immediately scream relief as his supple fingers glide across atop the expanse of your body. You can feel him- edging dangerously closer- closer- closer to your core.

You can't help wiggle. Despite having had this happen before it feels awkward for you to having him touch you while you're bleeding.

Sebastian moves further up, loosening the tight knots in your waist and back. His long fingers expertly knowing just where to rest, where to press down, where to be hard and where to be gentle. You're mere putty in his hands, shaped into a creature of desire.

You can feel your core grow warm. Heat blossoming in your abdomen as Sebastian bends down to lay a chaste kiss to your shoulder. "My lady, it seems you are in more pain than I initially thought... Perhaps a more personal massage will help better."

You giggle. A personalised massage...was that what it was called?

You see him out of the corner of your eye pull his glove off with his teeth – a sight you aren't still accustomed to. His blackened nails glint in the dim light, cold and unforgiving; desperate to taste the warmth you have to offer.

He flips you onto your back with as much ease as if he were lifting a kitten and while keeping his eyes on you, pushes his fingers into your bloody cunt. There's next to no barriers, and the feeling instantly shoots up right to your navel, sending signals to your brain that are too many and too quick for you to comprehend.

His thumb finds your nub, and he circles it, round and round, barely touching the button while pumping two long fingers in and out your hole. The blood drips down your ass and onto the bed where Sebastian had strategically placed a thick towel for you.

"Seb-" you breathe a sigh of relief feeling the fingers prod at your gummy walls. "Sebastian, don't stop. It f-feels so good.

"I wouldn't dream of it, my Lady."

His lips press against your skin, sinking into the plush fat of your tender breasts. Your senses are heightened making it difficult for you to reign in the cries that escape between your teeth, but it only seems to spur him on as he picks up pace.

When his lips latch around the hard pebble of your nipple, you gush warm wetness below. A dribble that amplifies the obscene squelches. But the demon remains unfazed.

His mouth suckes on your breast in a slow deliberate repetition, breathing life into your orgasm. A rhapsody of pleasure that builds in you, spiralling upward as his fingers curl inside and his thumb teases your clit over, and over till you feel yourself peaking. White hot and shuddering, you come, spilling blood and your release over the hand at your entrance.

Sebastian releases your nipple with a pop and looks down at you with flashing red eyes; your chest rising and falling with each deep breath. A part of you suddenly disappointed with how short it was.

"Is my Lady satisfied?"

"Y-yes."

"Liar."

Your cheeks reddened. Of course he would find you out. Yet the tall figure swooped in and captured your lips in his. You heard the soft sound of fabric moving and felt him push into you gently. His lips dropped from your mouth, to your jaw, your neck, fingers finding purchase in the formerly neglected nipple.

"Let's fix that shall we?"

I think I'll write for Agni next. Man had BDE and I need him. Why are the white haired men always so pretty to me ughhhh

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

hiii can i pls request a smut prompt 3,4 and 13 with wooyoung? obsessed with ur writing <3

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #2

PAIRING: Dom! Wooyoung x F! Reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS: Degradation, edging, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f receiving), Mean! Wooyo

PROMPTS USED:

"How many rounds do you think you can go before you turn into a whiny mess"

"You wouldn't run your mouth like this when I egde you till you're digging your nails into the sheets and begging me like a bitch in heat."

"The more you beg for me to go faster, the slower I move to torture you."

Loud moans resonated throughout the room, your moans could be much interpreted like broken cries. Wooyoung's hand worked it's way slowly I side your cunt, curlimg up at the right times to bring you closer to your orgasm real quick – just for him to pull away at your pleas. He had a menacing smile on his face as he watched the way tears rolled down your eyes every time he pulled his hand an inch away from your cunt.

“Told you, you wouldn't be running your mouth when I edge you till you're digging your nails into the sheets and begging for me like a bitch in heat.” And you were indeed digging your perfectly done nails into the sheets while your babbled pathetically under him.

His hands yet again moved in between your thigh, one hand caressing your inner thigh while his other hand rubbed circles over your clit yet again. Your brain felt too mushy to even know how many orgasms you were denied for the night – but that didn't stop you from letting out a series of ‘faster’ and ‘please’.

Wooyoung’s free hand came up to cradle your neck softly, his plumpy lips pressing kisses softly mirroring his fingers who moved slower than ever in your abused hole. “The more you beg me to go faster, the slower I move to torture you, princess.”

His lips captured yours in a kiss right after, his fingers curling up at your G-spot causing you to moan into the kiss, your legs arching in pleasure. Pulling away, Wooyoung shot you an assuring smile, “Perhaps I should let my baby cum shouldn't I? You did so well for me babygirl.” Your hear almost skips a beat from his gentle tone, contradicting his actions the whole night.

His fingers instantly thrust faster inside you, and your orgasm washed over you within seconds. Your vision almost turns white from the intensity of your high that you barely notice Wooyoung buried his face in between your thighs.

A screams falls off your lips when you feel his tongue lick up a stripe of your throbbing lips, before completely latching his soft lips onto your clit. If you could comprehend the lewd noises filling the room from Wooyoung sucking harder on your clit – you would be beetred. But all you could do was grip the sheets harder as your back arched against the mattress.

Your thighs threatened to close around him if not for his hands pressing them down on the mattress. His tongue licks at you harshly, licking off your seeping slick. Your voice turned hoarse from the loud moans that left you, your hands finding home in between his long hair strands. Your hands tried to push him off weakly only for his hand to grasp your wrists tightly.

His tongue moved faster inside you, lapping at your juices. And within seconds you felt your second orgasm rush over you in split seconds. You yell out Wooyoung’s name resulting in a satisfied grin taking over his face as he pulled away. Your body writhed underneath his figure.

Your boyfriend let you take a few long breaths, leaning down to kiss butterfly kisses all over your stomach in order to solthe your nerves.

It was only for a while before your felt his thick fingers rubbing your sensitive bud again. “How many times do you think you can go before you turn into a whiny mess, darling?” His fingers invaded your pussy yet again, scissoring your warm throbbing walls as he kissed your inner thighs, biting a little to leave lovebites all over your thighs. Gosh will this be your longest night – but did you really mind?

[dollfacefantasy]

your Caleb dryhumping drabble got me actually brainrotting so hard and now I can’t stop thinking about big brother Caleb who yearns so hard but has to contain all the feelings for years… like imagine Caleb stealing panties secretly just to keep his needs in control during all the years, him just waiting for the day when MC finally gives in bc he knows she likes him too… and imagine how needy he would be <3 so much suppressed needs just bursting one day bc he can’t take it anymore… maybe he has to take what he needs with a little bit of force too

oh my godddd you get me so bad. the yearning and the obsession is why my brain latches onto this dynamic so hard. caleb's feelings for you aren't something he just discovered one day. he's been devoted to you his entire life. every choice he makes has your reaction factored into it. concealing this level of dedication makes his love manifest in some different ways.

panty thief caleb is canon in my brain like... he knows he technically shouldn't but he also knows you're gonna be his one day anyway so what's the big deal with snagging a few pairs. in the future, he'll buy you more than enough replacements to make up for the ones he ruined.

he also despises any other guy your age that you get close to. whether it be a friend or an assignment partner or god forbid a crush, he fucking hates them. from the moment he catches wind of this, he's telling you how that guy is actually nothing but trouble. he's whispering in your ear constantly about all the bad things he's heard and how he just doesn't wanna see you caught up in that. if he has to, he'll resort to more. he'll get extra touchy with you around the person in question. it's nothing that oversteps the line, but it does test it. he's hugging you for longer than your big brother should, he's petting your head or pinching your cheek with a little too much affection. and you just smile and laugh it off cause that's normal from him. but usually the guys don't stick around for much longer after seeing you two act like that...

and i think caleb tries to hide his neediness because he doesn't want you to think he's pathetic, but it's still totally there. when you finally confess that you return his feelings, he almost nuts on the spot. it takes all his power to not grab you and nuzzle you like a lovesick puppy. it's 100% the best moment of his life, and that shows as soon as he really gets his hands on you. he's trying to be everywhere all at once, he can't decide what he wants to do first, whether he should taste you or feel you or just kiss you till he almost suffocates himself.

the first time he fucks you, he's gonna creampie you no matter what. he'll buy a plan b or something afterwards if you want, but after all these years, he wants something physical to represent his claim on you 🙏

[he-calls-me-kitten]

I'm back again <33

I've got more 3am thoughts and scenarios to share >:DD

Ive got 2 options for you, feel free to do the desired one, also this might a bit spicy?....

If you write for the other exchange students :

F!MC x Thirteen

(Desired characters are Barbatos ; Satan ; Solomon and Simeon but you can add or remove whoever your want cuz this is your writing and my opinion shouldn't really matter because your the one working on it and not me. )

Our lovely characters are looking for their darling human all across the RAD grounds since they have been gone since the last class and school's finished. They stroll through the halls to pause at the sounds of a familiar voice...WHIMPERING?!

DUN DUN DUNNNN

JOKING JOKING- LETS JUST CONTINUE

Peeking through the small crack in the door they witness our lovely MC layed down on one of the RAD desk, shirt unbuttoned and thrown aside, skirt flipped up, tears streaming down her flushed face, mascara running, lipstick smudged (I seem to have a thing for smudged lipstick-), quivering and trembling as they softly sob and moan Thirteen's name, their small frame trembling under the reapers touch who planted soft kisses and marks all over their body, decorating her thighs with various hickies and bite marks as she whispered sweet nothings into the humans ear, her hands gently tracing their sheep horns and fluffy tail which caused F!MC to squirm under her touch as their animals parts are especially sensetive <333

I just like making them jealous tbh

OR THE OTHER OPTION BECAUSE I'M A SIMP AND LOVE MALEWIFES :

Barbatos X F!MC X Simeon

X !!PLATONIC!! Luke

(I'LL HAVE TO MAKE THIS SHORT CUZ I NEED SLEEP 😭😭)

Luke seeing F!MC as a mother figure and his dad's just taking it as an opportunity to sweep their beloved human to themselves. Inviting her to have a sleepover at the purgatory hall for a sleepover was only innocent and all.... Till it wasn't

Simeon's bedframe collided with each of their movements, Simeon shushing their Darling with "Stay quiet little lamb, Luke's in the next room" or "Keep your voice down darling we don't want Luke to hear now so we?" While Barbatos is a little more dirty, whispering praises about how MC takes them both so well despite her small and "fragile" form, sweat dripping down their forms as her nails dig into Simeon's back, legs trembling as her brain slowly turns to mush from the pleasure, mindless moans falling from her swollen lips, during the of the moment one of then eventually slips something up like: "You easily accepted Luke as you child, I'm sure you wouldn't mind having more" or "How about we give you actual kids of your own instead?" <333

- M. 🪭🪷

M, SERIOUSLY YOU'RE TOO FULL OF AMAZING IDEAS I CANT WITH YOU😭😭😭 And since it took me so long to reply (again so very sorry) and but because there's a distinct lack of my queen Thirteen...

F!MC x Thirteen

Two Queens in a King Sized Bed

"I'll look over the classrooms once more." Barbatos sighed. "Maybe she fell asleep tired like she does in the library sometimes."

"Yes I'll go check there just for good measure." Satan shook his head.

"MC was supposed to go visit HOL with you wasn't she?" Simeon turned to Solomon.

"Well yes we were supposed to head there after this class- wait, do you hear something?" Solomon inched towards one of the empty classrooms. The rest of them followed.

Not one of them was expecting to see what they did. Their precious MC laid down on the teacher's desk with her shirt practically ripped off her and skirt hiked all the way up to the waist and panties pushed to the side.

"Thirteen..please..." You whimpered and begged underneath the reaper. She looked like she wanted to eat you whole.

"Please what, cupcake?" Thirteen smirked latching her lips to your neck as her pretty fingers plunged into your leaking hole again. You convulsed against her, moaning and clinging onto her arms.

"..too much..." You barely managed to string two words in this mindless state. She had been toying with you for an hour now, determined not to let you leave.

"Use your words, MC." She trailed a thumb over your trembling lips and down your neck and collarbone. "Else I cannot possibly help you, you know?"

"Thirteen-"

"And who knows I might make things worse?"

"Thirteen! Ahh~" You moaned as she caught you off-guard with her thumb pressing down on your puffed up clit.

"Are you perverts done enjoying the show? Cause I'm not willing to let you join." Thirteen side-eyed the door.

Satan and Simeon fall back, scrambling to get back their usual composure. The bulges in their pants are a dead give away as where they were looking the whole time. Even as you try to cover yourself up, you know they've already seen too much.

"Why you- you! How dare you!" Satan musters through unsettled breaths. He's not okay in the slightest. All he feels like doing is ripping Thirteen apart from you like an expired bandaid and lay himself down on you.

"Is a classroom really a place to be doing all this?!" Simeon smiles with gritted teeth. The nerve to just toy with an angel's will like this - to show such an irresistible side of his one temptation.

"Indeed. It is most inappropriate Thirteen. It seems I'll have to put you in detention again, please pack your things." Barbatos pretended to fix his glove as his fist tightened.

"Apologies Thirteen, I think it's almost time for another lesson with my apprentice so it's better if you get off then now." He smiled all the while a vein popped in his neck as he held out his hand to you.

Thirteen rolled her eyes, still holding you close. "Please as if you could ever pleasure MC the way I do. This cutie deserves way better than what you lot have got." She palmed your behind and gave it a gentle squeeze while smirking, watching the men fume silently in jealous rage.

"Thirteen. Detention room. Now please." Barbatos warned again. "Ugh. Demons." She pressed a sloppy kiss against your lips, before she left. "Don't worry, I'll catch you later, cupcake."

Barbatos was planning to put you in an entirely different detention room, somewhere in his quarters at the Demon Lord's Castle. Silk ropes and his ungloved hands awaited you there as he pulled you into the din lit room.

Simeon had lost all sense of personal space. He wasn't allowed you to have you in the way the others could. But there are so many ways to pleasure humans after all. His eager fingers and needy whispers had you begging for more.

Satan pounced on you at any opportunity he got. Against the bookshelves in his room, in secluded corners of the RAD library, even in a hidden alley on the way to HOL. He wouldn't stop until muffled screams slipped through your suppressed voice.

You don't remember the last time Solomon slept in his room. Every night, he towered at the end of your bed, his bare chest and shoulders glistening in the moonlight. Every night he pulled off your nightgown and rebranded you as his. No matter who had you during the day, you'd wake up the next day as his alone.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Just read the idea of shower sex with Michael Kaiser and this idea popped up.

Simple smut with feelings, reader has a vagina. I'm no good with smut so have pity of me and my poor writing skills

You didn’t want to give in, but damn Michael knows his way with words. A “darling” his right hand tracing a heart on your hips, a sugar-coated “I promise I won’t do anything, I’m too tired liebling” a tired sigh; all fake, traps tactically set up make you fall for them.

When you finally look up, you just see blue eyes so deep you could dive into them and a tired smile that transpires love, so it wasn’t all your fault if you fell for them; if Michael isn’t so lovestruck for you for sure you wouldn’t have fallen for any of his traps.

But you did, that’s why you find yourself with your back pushed on the cold tiles of Michael’s shower, your hands tugging desperately his hair, Michael’s body impossibly close to yours, his hands gripping hard your face not leaving the both of you any space to breathe and his tongue dancing with yours, wet noises dulled by the rushing hot water.

Michael’s hands began exploring, now tweaking and pulling your nipples, while you can only gasp at the sudden roughness “Too tired my ass” you think annoyed, “hypocrite” it’s another word it comes to your mind but this time for yourself, because no way you’re going to stop his ministration.

A harsh bite takes you to planet Earth again, you didn’t notice how Michael’s lips migrated southward, littering kisses down your jawline towards your neck, ‘till he bit you, pulling at your skin the minimum to know he’s gonna leave a nasty mark to hide the next morning; no way he is gonna regret it when his action pulled out such delicious sigh escape your lips.

Even if the tiles of his shower are so cold, you feel warm all over, even more with his mouth latching onto one of your nipples and fingers caressing your outer lips, with a delicacy you can’t find in the thumb that is now circling your clit or in his greedy mouth. Finally Michael fingers you, his ring and forefinger working wonders, curling and hitting just that right spot that makes you see stars.

“M-Michael” You manage to gasp out “I-I’m—” but a moan you can’t keep interrupt your sentence. Meanwhile, Michael’s eyes are sparkling, the sparkle you usually see when he knows he won and can’t wait to tease his prey endlessly “What? Can’t hear you well” He innocently replied, peering towards you with a Cheshire grin.

Michael deserved a kick, you didn’t even want to find yourself in this situation, it’s all his fault and he must finish what he started. “I need more” You struggled to say, his fingers never losing their rhythm “How exactly?” Michael crooned, the depth of his voice telling you he wasn’t as unaffected as he wants to look like

“Michael, I’m close—” so he stops and lifts himself up, he loves the face you make when he doesn’t let you finish; the spite and the need that swim in your eyes only spur him on.

He gives his member a few pumps, then he picks you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his narrow waist.

You welp, no way this will end up well, you can play the scene in your head perfectly, he slips, you knock your head against the floor, you cry and whimper, fuck this is going to end so badly. Thank God there is Michael ready to wake up from the nightmare, the pinch on your ass more as a warning than a pleasurable one.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll finally stop thinking with that shit brain of yours”

“As always you are all talk and no action, Michael” Your legs tightened around Michael’s waist, your fingers gripping, almost scratching his biceps, one hand tracing the blue roses you love so much while he slowly sheats himself into you.

You know you hit a weak spot earlier when Michael doesn’t even stop to ask if you are comfortable, his pace is relentless from the start, his hips cushioned by yours make a sinful sound, the wetness making your skin shine and your watery eyes are a delicious sight for the blonde eyes, he just wants to eat you up.

And that’s what he does, his mouth locked with yours, tongue finding yours in a ravenous dance, eating moan after moan, his hands gripping so hard on your legs that you are sure they are leaving indents, but you can’t complain much when you are doing the same on his muscular back, leaving your mark too on him.

Your hips start to thrust downward to meet his, you claw further with each thrust, the pleasure too intense to handle anymore.

“Michael—more please” He quickly obliged, not that far from the apex too.

“You acted all bitchy earlier-“ Michael lets out a groan “but you wanted to do this as much as me, mh?” He grips your ass now, painfully yet blissfully, just perfect.

“Maybe we are just made for each other”

It’s that tinge of sweetness in this animalistic act that makes you crumble, walls clenching impossibly tight on his cock and he follows you after a few thrusts.

Your chests heaved, both dirtier than when you started the shower, the warm water, now way too warm, washing away your sweat. Michael put you down, both your breaths heavy, your lips still centimeters from each other, both looking at each other like pulling off would have killed you both.

You finally lift your head, landing a kind and sweet kiss on the blue rose on his neck, your fave one, Michael leaves one on the crown of your head, a smile full of love on your lips.

Maybe you are really made for each other.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r]

I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET-

You said or... babes i can do both 😩Imma do Matheo cus he was first

Arms

You needed Matheo's potions homework and Draco said you could find him in the Slythering dorms he even gave you the password. Usually when Draco is nice something is going to to happen but as you stood at the door of his dorm.

You were gobsmacked.

Matheo was leaning on a chair in his room, shirtless save for his black trousers which were hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"Hey Teo," your voice an octave higher than usual. As he lifted his hand to wave you over your eyes landed on his arms. He pushed himself off and made his way to you and all you could hear was your sharp intake of breath.

Matheo couldn't help but notice how your eyes seemed to trail down his neck, down his chest landing on his arms. He thought he was just putting to much into it. But he couldn't also help but notice how your eyes were locked onto them. He even started using his hands while he spoke, silencing fighting the urge to laugh.

But now as he saw the look on your face, he was surely a lost cause.

You however were clueless.

"What brings you here lovely," his voice making your brain melt. His eyes twinkling. As your eyes trailed down his face you realised just how attractive Matheo Riddle actually was.

And just how much he affected you. Now as he stood no more than centimeters between you felt it.

"You're handsome," you hadn't noticed you'd said it till he chuckled. You noticed how his eyes crinkled at their corners showing his youth. How he seemed to throw back his head and how his arms flexed shoeing more of his veins.

"Thank you lovely, all this is yours,"

"Mine?" You asked your hands unconsciously reaching over. Your hands latched onto his arms running up and down slowly. "Really?"

"Really,"

Your knees felt weak. He closed the gap between you two and his lips hovered over yours.

"Please," his lips held yours, your teeth painfully gnashing together. You felt your back against the door of his dorm.

Click

Suddenly you were on top of him slowly grinding on his lap. He laughed at how needy you were.

"What brought this on lovely," he sucked in a breath as you grinded over his dick. "Not that I'm complaining,"

"I-" your face flushes with embarrassment. "It's um," you pant as you pick up the pace. He suddenly flips you both.

"Hmm? Now I'm curious," You finally break under his gaze.

"You-your arms...I-" you falter.

"My arms turn you on?" All you can do is nod at him. He hums as his hands trace your thigh bring your panties down with it. [look at the gif] he grips you tight.

"I guess I'll take care of this then, since it's partially my fault" he grins. That's all you remember before your eyes are quite literally tuck at the back of your skull, due to his 'care'...

[stcries]

it's official, we're doing this. so, here's some random belfort headcanons my brain has decided to latch onto. not too many, i’m waiting till the show releases, but these are just some that I’ve thrown together with the limited knowledge we have at the time of posting.

-he can handle a lot of things, due to all the adventures that he gets dragged into with lupin and the rest of the animals at the palace. he's gotten his coat dirty, knocked over valuables and more. but there's one thing this cocker spaniel cannot handle, and that's blood. the slightest drop and he'll faint like a dramatic high school girl.

-belfort has a snort laugh, prove me wrong. most of the time, he masks it by only laughing subtly or purposefully trying to cover it up, blame being raised in a rich and proper environment. he doesn't want to embarass himself in front of others. but if you get him to genuinely laugh? he's got one of these laughs. he's so incredibly embarrassed by it.

-has a floral scent because of the perfumes used on him by the palace staff in order to make him presentable. it’s been mentioned by multiple sources that belfort’s sense of smell either doesn’t exist, or is at least very underdeveloped. this is because one, his natural ‘dog instincts’ have been trained out of him by his caretakers. the floral perfumes used on him may have also dulled his sense of smell even more, overwhelming his senses.

-his love language is words of affirmation. he's always calling those closest to him 'dearest', as shown here. if he likes you, belfort will be praising and lifting you up every opportunity he can.

-absolutely abuses his puppy dog eyes whenever he can. he was likely raised under the impression that being cute was a way to get what you wanted, especially as a puppy before he was trained to act more proper. but even today, he still uses it every opportunity he can get to try and rope his friends into doing things for him.

[sydneyscarm]

been thinking about situationship sydcarmy getting into this big, catastrophic, absolute knockout argument in the boh after service.

like sydney who usually doesn’t yell. who is usually a very quiet, scary kind of pissed. but carmen pushed and pushed and pushed her to the point of screaming. idk what they’re arguing about but it ends in carmen getting mean and out of pocket and going “guess this means you’re not coming over tonight huh?” and sydney yanking the door open and tossing “go fuck yourself carmen.” as she slams the door behind her

service is tense for two whole whopping weeks until richie shoves them in the office and tells them to “fix your shit. you’re fucking with the vibe.”

they spend thirty minutes in the office not saying a word until carmen breaks and apologizes. profusely.

sydney doesn’t bite the bullet though. she stays silent. she doesn’t speak till five minutes of silence post-apology when carm goes “sydney?” and then she goes: prove it.

and carmen is like ????? prove it????

and sydney repeats, “prove it. prove you’re sorry. i’m sick of you apologizing. it’s time for you to back that shit up with actions, carm. how many times are you gonna apologize instead of actually fixing shit?”

which queues to the part that makes my brain light up like a christmas tree: carmen groveling.

anyways we got slow, steady improving carmy. gaining back sydneys trust. trying to actively be better, not just for her, but for himself too. blah blah blah i can’t think of the rest cause all my tiny brain latched onto was high tension fighting + pathetic groveling.

[lipglossanon]

wild unhinged idea,,, sorry for so many long asks i really cherish your mental health and i feel bad filling your inbox so much with such long ideas but i hope you’re doing better <33333 (i can’t remember if you said this or not but i remember you said monster fucking is underrated and my brain conjured up this mess, i hope it doesn’t overstep boundaries,, love you <3)

las plagas dark!stepdad leon one shot,,,,,, like he goes on a work trip to Spain and comes back different but not like ~bad~ different 🤭, like equally as possessive and unhinged just something’s are more noticeable like his monster dick 👀 like black veins fading up his arms, an incessant need for biting you and tasting your blood slightly more than the usual or at the least he’s not leaving the marks in places just he can see, a longer tongue 🫣, more pronounced canines you get the vibes,,,,, eventually your mom goes out of town and it’s just you and leon and you wake up tied to the bed face down while he tentacles you everywhere (that is now a verb lol). down your throat- blocking your nose occasionally, prodding your back to see what makes you wet, spreading you open with his claws and grabbing your ass till your skin is bruised and bleeding. after days of him using you in the most obscene ways he finally lets you see him and the universe can’t save you now lmao, his cock is longer and thicker (how?!) than before making you cry before it even hits the back of your throat from the girth alone while he tells you you’re his good girl and strokes your hair followed by skull fucking you into oblivion 🥵 and like imagine calling plagas leon daddy, he’d malfunction 🤭 also like lactation plus plagas leon or like period sex plus plagas leon 🤔 not asking you to write it but like how would that go??? probably too well 🤭 and we know he loves eating you out- how far can that tongue go though? 👀,,,,, also canon divergence??? kinda?- i guess lol but barbed dick plagas leon? similar functionality to knotting but make it MonsterFucker??? (i also think i just discovered dark stepdaddy leon is just plagas leon minus the parasite writing this and trying to distinctly make it plagas leon but it’s just Unhinged Horny™️ leon, like dark stepdad would definitely get permanent vampire fangs just to bite you 🤭)

- 💀

(it’s so long already but my brain had a partial thought sorry if it’s overstepping any boundaries i just kinda bullshitted my way through this before i forgot lmao,,, you wake up head facing the bed realizing you’re- suspended? by what? trying to grasp your surroundings you look to the other side vaguely seeing tentacles out the corner of your eyes before seeing Leon for the first time since you woke up in here. he looks, more muscular with faded black veins everywhere, 👀 he watches you look at him studying the way your body responds almost- clicking? in response, you moan loudly feeling something wriggle it’s way into your pussy trying to tighten your walls around it you realize something- two something’s? are holding you open before searing pleasure washes over you at the feeling of that- tentacle? latch onto your g spot making you cum without a second thought so overcome with pleasure. you finally open your eyes to see Leon next to you stroking his cock, barely able to get his hand around the base, thumb more than an inch away from his fingers. eyes watering you realize he’s not even hit the back of your throat and your lips are already stretched to the point of bleeding, you must black out because when you wake up he’s holding your throat with his claws, digging them in slightly while fucking your face to the point of pain. the haze of everything makes it hard for your senses to tell if he’s close but he finally releases himself in the back of your throat screaming around his length you feel- barbs? he grabs your hair forcing all he has down your throat the pain quickly absolving into euphoria as his body violently shudders and the barbs retreat leaving you coughing up blood before a tentacle covered in black goo shoves it way down your throat. you feel electricity course through your body at the sudden intrusion before it’s replaced with shock and violent squirming when a tentacle makes it was onto your clit, making you succumb to the pleasure. you watch Leon stand between your legs pushing his foreskin back to expose his tip, leaking the same black goo as the tentacles inside you and to your horror and excitement you watch him roll his neck and the black veins become more prominent when he runs his fingers over his tip and his entire cock lengthens and the girth- no way that’s going to fit in you. he lines himself up with your held open cunt, screaming when you’re stretched even further so he can barely shove in the tip alone- once he’s bottomed out you see a prominent bulge lower in your belly from how deep he is moaning in ecstasy as the onslaught of sensations mingle with each other. he’s so deep in you at that point your own pleasure became background noise to you, only feeling the need to have your stepdad cum in you over and over again when finally his mandibles release your face and his tongue retreats from so far down your throat you’d think he was in your stomach. swallowing the goo you shuddered as you came quickly screaming the most blood curdling scream you could as the barbs on his penis protrude once again this time into your walls as you pulse around him milking him for all he has which if you had any sense of time you’d think it wasn’t that long until you watched the sunset out the window, realization set in your stepdad had been in you the entire day, barbs still pricking your walls as you feel another orgasm wrench it’s way through your body every few minutes? hours? you must’ve passed out, waking up in your mom and Leon’s bed thinking it was all a dream but quickly realizing your stepdad was on top of you- and still in you, barbs and all, the thought alone of all that happened hours? ago has another orgasm washing over you making you spasm, while- looking normal as before- your stepdad whisperers “it’s easier if you don’t move too much sweetie, keeps it from taking me over again”. before dropping his head back into the crook of your neck.)

💀 anon, I am dead

And this is what killed me: “it’s easier if you don’t move too much sweetie, keeps it from taking me over again”.

The whole thing has me wanting to gnaw on my walls like a rat 🐀

I have nothing to add but I will be thinking thoughts friend 🤭

[irlkomaedanagito]

Hello!!! It’s me, Tonik! As in… the tonik from ao3… the one who tried doing some analysis on your work titled “Under Any Circumstances”!

Sooooo.. I’ve finally found you! Checking on ao3 everyday isn’t the most effective way… and because the author’s notes gave a tumblr account that you seemingly don’t use anymore, i lost hope for a bit… </3

But!! Today tumblr algorithm has gifted me some older post you made about this fic when i was casually scrolling, bored!! Aaandd… Ta Dah! I found this account! I’m so happy rn!

So.. I dunno if you’re continuing it or something, and, god/universe/whatever forbid, you shouldn’t push yourself if you’re not!

I gotta say just a few things, mostly about my pure appreciation for this work. (you see, i have no one to talk about this with. it’s just me, myself, my thoughts, my dog and the random mirror in my room that makes me look like i’ve already gone mad)

Well… first, I’m still researching! I’ve found a disorder that could have been the one, but it still didn’t fully fit. Hence, i shall not stop until i find the right one!

I believe this work has changed me. Living as a being that despises plot holes and is physically and mentally unable to handle lack of sense in character behaviors etc. kinda sucks… like, i can’t even read a book till the end when i find something that is not right at all, i lose interest in a movie when it doesn’t make sense, i can spend countless hours in the night or day trying to find a fic that appeals to my petty picky brain. And you see, yours was so… well thought of! it absolutely captured me, that’s truly an amazing feeling. i think it was the best fanfiction i laid my eyes at, end even if it’s bound to have only one chapter, two, or it’s going to be updated months, years after i will aprecciate all that is. i just know that it’ll live in my head rent free forever

(WOAH THAT WAS LONG)

(Tumblr said to ask sth, so uh. How are you? i hope that healthy and well :3)

Well! I hope you have a great day/night, it’s been wonderful to reach out!

Tonik Out 👾

TONIK!!! TONIK YESYES YOU HI!!!

and awww u checked EVERY DAY??? now i feel so bad for not updating!! ^^; i just get nervous over my output's quality sjdfjsdnfjksf

BUT! i am continuing it! im writing down ideas for more late game stuff (stuff after the end of season 53.... there's MORE after that?!) and plotting stuff and all that great shit, but im real busy with whump month and after that i think i might take a bit of a break haha!!!!

and aaah im so hyped you think about this fic SO MUCH?? i'm pretty picky too and ive had those fics i just LATCH ONTO and im so happy that im that for you!

(btw, if you like my rantaro so much.... dm me, i'll float you some unpublished oneshots ;) )

i really hope you gel with the dx; rantaro's been kind of reserved so far in how he acts and how he thinks so there's not much to go off of, but in chapter 2 the things he does with kokichi, and the reactions he has-- and how used to situations he finds himself in-- are gonna be some choice indicators

but god this whole message was very very sweet :) ive gotten like zero comments on my whump month fics so this has been SO SWEET TO SEE it made my whole day!! (and if u like byakuya, under any circumstances is my usual quality vis a vis writing.... juuust sayin~)

you can dm me any time to chat btw! if there's anyone as obsessed with this fic as you are, it's ME! ive always wanted someone to geek out over my work like this!!!

and ive been well! :) i just got out of my dnd campaign and im really proud of todays fic so everything is going good! even better with this sweet message :)

see u sooon!!!!!

[askscribblestuff]

//okay writing this in the afternoon but gonna post it in the evening since um thats when most people will see it-

TLDR: i will be a bit busy this week!!!!! not entirely unavailable but i wont be able to stay up as long

ermm what! so i have preparation day tomorrow (tuesday), and the 2 days after that i have exams. this is kind of a big deal for me because ive never had exams before ? also according to my teacher, we're having exams for the sole purpose of stressing the students out.

and i AM pretty stressed out! i also have other misc personal stuff i need to sort out before the end of the school year which adds abit more stress AND oh my god. im yapping too much

the point is , i want to TRY to be a bit more responsible and at least use my time wisely before the exams, which of course means, i wont be able to stay up till 2 am in my timezone and answer asks. .. not that i was getting too much in fact i love all the asks and when i get one i get veryyy happy! its jsut kinda silly that the timezones are set up in such a way that everyone HAPPENS to be awake when im supposedto be asleep ;w;

anyway tbh im just complaining and reflecting a bit over stuff here . um , my brain desperately latched onto the animaticverse cuz it brought me comfort and now im obsessed with it to a slightly unhealthy degree...

im not taking a break! im probably gonna be active in the afternoons and maybe mornings still, im just saying lol. not the late evenings!

if u read all that holy crap! you have a lot of willpower!

erm thanks for reading my epic yap session

also, evening edit here: scribbles death was flawlessly timed. now i can let his dead body rot for a little while.

[themistressdomme]

I just reread your response to my ask again- and now I’m starting the day already needy and desperate! A loooong day I might add, which is totally unfair now!🥺 how should I survive the day if my panties are already getting wet?🫠

Hihi if you want me desperate then you should always start with a pussy spanking🤭 I love how puffy it gets and how my clit is throbbing😵‍💫

Maybeee just maybe you are right and I would spread my legs for you, let you see my glistening wet pussy and how needy I am for you, grinding my hips against your hand when you press it against my wetness only to have you spank it till I whimper. Ugh those options are all so so good and hot- I think I need to be naughty multiple times to have every option. With your legs holding mine open I could squeeze them, maybe even lightly scratch them trying to squirm out of your hold until I notice you’re way too strong and simply lean back against you, muffling my whimpers against your skin, leaving hickeys on your neck when I can. Or silk rope would be perfect to tie my hands together as well, seeing me trying to reach the knot that’s holding my legs apart, telling you how sensitive my pussy already is, pointing out hoe puffy and swollen it’s getting. Or a spreader bar hindering me to twitch too much, maybe you let my hands untied, so I can hold my pussylips open for you to spank my clit directly, tsk-ing when I cover my pussy with my hand when I get to sensitive, telling me everytime I cover it I get an additional 10 spanks.

I would cry and beg so prettily for you, squirming and my pussy dripping wet, begging you to let me cum, in that moment not caring if cumming will mean doing it over and over again until I’m breathless, begging you to stop while cumming on your fingers, toys, mouth, telling you I can’t orgasm again only for you to proof me wrong and losing my mind completely

I guess that’s what I will be thinking about the rest of today🫠😵‍💫

My, my, such filthy thoughts, my cute little toy 😈 Is that what's living up in your brain, all day every day? Starting the day needy and wet is the only way to start the day, in my opinion 😉 Every time you squrim in your seat and feel how wet you are, let it be a reminder of why you're so flustered. A reminder of who is making you so flustered.

Go on, show me how much of a needy pet you are when all I do is place my hand firmly against your cunt. Grind into it. That's it, just like that, that's my good toy. If you get too whiny and your hips keep bucking, I'll bring my hand down quickly and sharply on your pretty pussy. Keep still, pet, I only gave you permission to grind, not permission to buck out of control 😘

Oh, you would just love to explore all the options I presented, hm? Yes, let's see who's stronger. Struggle and squirm against me when I have my legs atop yours, spreading you open like the filthy slut you are. My gorgeous prey. When you finally realize that there's no way you can close your legs, I'll feel you go limp against my legs. Now that's a good pet. Squeeze and scratch at my legs all you want, I love seeing a reminder of how desperate you felt for my touch.

If I graciously allow you to have your hands, that's right, you'd better put them to good use spreading yourself wide open for me. I want to see what belongs to me, I want to see your glistening cunt. All for me? What a desperate pet you are.

I'll lean forward, just so I can see what your pretty mouth can do. It'll look extra pretty latched onto my neck, don't you think? Go on, leave you marks on me, show me just how grateful you are for all the smacks I give you on your clit.

Oh, funishment spanks are my favourite kind 😈 What's that, baby, you're so sensitive? You can't take any more? You should know better than to cover your pretty pussy, darling. Ten more for each time you try close your legs or cover your cunt. Count them out loud for me, that's it, what a clever pet. Thank me for each one while you tremble in overstimulation.

Goodness, I can just hear how prettily you'll beg and cry. Crying from overstimulation but still begging me to just let you cum. Be careful what you wish for. Soon, you'll be crying and screaming out for me to have mercy on you. Too sensitive, you can't take any more.

No, darling, I know you can give me more. That's right. Just a few more, sweet thing. One from my fingers, one from my toys, and one last one with my mouth. I'll kiss your pretty, pretty clit when I'm all done with you, praising you for how good you've been for me. Such a good little pet, sweetheart.

Now clean up the mess you've made with your pretty tongue 💋

[nugget-child]

‘Ooh I need to study you under a microscope’

I need to crawl into an open wound and infect your blood like a parasite, that will latch onto your brain and consume your thoughts till I learn how you work. Only then will I be satisfied.

get on my level

[astridthevalkyrie]

From the deep conversation prompts: do you believe in aliens?

If by Juju you meant Jujutsu Kaisen, then with Megumi Fushiguro (not sure if you want pairings or not, but reader is preferable however, if inspiration were to hit and you see the character having the conversation with someone else from the show - let your creativity flow!!). If you did not mean Jujutsu Kaisen (i’ve been living under the rock when it comes to short anime names, sorry 🫠)😂😂 then choose whichever character you want to write about! ❤️ I’d be happy to read anything that you come up with!

Also, hope you are having a lovely day/night! ❤️❤️

thank you for the request! so i meant jumin han from mystic messenger but that is completely on me for thinking anyone would just know that. i don't write for jjk normally, but this ask is SO sweet i'll do a short blurb just for you babes. apologies for anything dumb or ooc, i watched season 1 once more than a year ago and that's all i have on megumi. i tried my best, i hope you like.

do you believe in aliens?

"Fushiguro?" Your voice comes out in a whisper. "Is that you?"

There is no response at first, and your heartbeat quickens rapidly. The last thing you want is for one of the instructors to find you, but even worse than that would be learning that you're alone, that you didn't hear anything, that you're going insane just like you thought you were—

"(F/N)?" That's his voice, his voice for sure, and you latch onto it with a gasp. "What are you doing here? Where are you?"

You open your mouth to answer, but it goes dry. How do you explain such a thing? What if he tells?

But he would never tell, you know that. Fushiguro's many things, a snitch isn't one of them,

"Can't you see me?" Your tone is small, scared.

"I can't see anything. I can't even tell where your voice is coming from."

"Fushiguro, I..." You let your mouth move before your brain can get a hold of it. "Don't be mad, okay? I tried to do a domain expansion."

"What?"

"I'm sorry!" you wail, already hearing the hurt in his words. "I know we said we'd try it together, but I wanted to impress you so I expanded and now I can't see anything because I think it worked, I think I'm invisible to everything but everything is invisible to me too and all I see is a giant blob of nothing and I'm so sorry I did it without you and I'm terrified of the teachers and the aliens and—"

"Hey," he cuts in, and now there isn't an inch of insult, but rather just concern. "Okay, I get it, I'm not mad at you. Can you see or feel anything?"

"Nothing. I just hear you." A tear drips down your cheek, you think.

"That's good. That means you're still...y'know, here."

Oh, great.

He must hear your second moan of fear because he quickly continues, "You're not going to zip off to space. I don't think you could even do that as a novice. We'll just stay here till morning and someone will get you out."

"No, the instructors will be mad!"

"I'll get Gojo. You know he won't punish you. He'll probably congratulate you, if anything."

That does calm you down, but Gojo can't absolve you of your crimes if there isn't a you to absolve come morning. There's nothing to do until then, though, so you just have to doom yourself to a long night of waiting, suffering, and repeat.

The only thing that helps is that warm sprinkle of heated feeling inside that Fushiguro would stay the whole night with you, sacrificing his sleep for no reason aside from that he cared about. And he would willingly interact with Gojo for you. That's a big deal.

"Did you say aliens earlier?" He breaks the silence after a few minutes, to your gratitude, since the silence was more terrifying by the second and you were afraid of attempting to talk only to find out you didn't have a mouth anymore.

"Uh..."

"Are you scared of aliens?"

"Um, yes?"

"Do you believe in aliens?"

"Do you not?" you respond incredulously. "Curses you can wrap your head around, but aliens are where you draw the line?"

From wherever you are in the nothingness, you a hear rare laugh breathe from Fushiguro's lips. "I can see curses. That's different."

"You can't see me right now." If you could feel a physical manifestation of your body, you'd hug yourself. "Does that mean you don't believe in me either?"

A loud bout of silence passes by. For a few despairing moments, you're nervous he left.

"Megumi?"

"I don't need to see you to believe in you." Something moves around you, and it's impossible, but you're sure you feel a finger brush against you somehow, as though tethering you to the real world. "As long as I can feel your presence..."

He trails off, and then sighs.

"Alright, maybe aliens are real."