#hell 📍

[yourfavtigerboy]

“kazu!! i’m here!!” she shouts as she walks into his home. she had a huge smile on her face as she looked around for him.

“where are you, you little tiger?”

opening the door “kitten.. it’s been a while” I say as I take a good look at her before wrapping my arms around her “I missed you so much”

[yourfavtigerboy]

hehe hi tora!! i missed you!!

is that right?

[yourfavtigerboy]

where the hoes at?

[yourfavtigerboy]

To: Kazutora

Oi, are you still upset???

@wildbaji

To : Baji 😎 (day 1)

what are you talking about ? 😒

[yourfavtigerboy]

me sweet cheeks . Who else?

me and who‼️⁉️

[yourfavtigerboy]

happy birthday ‘tora ❤️‍🔥

thank you nena 😏❤️‍🔥

[bungeepuppet]

(abt young silkyo) i think its too cliche for me to give kikyo a shitty ex boyfriend for silva to beat up but how funny (horrifying) would it be to run into your ex and her new man looks like hes part SUV and part maytag refrigerator

[yourfavtigerboy]

Gives you a forehead kiss

🌊

Oh? Is this a birthday kiss? 😏

[yourfavtigerboy]

So like last night ?

not to be a pervert but imagine your fav fucking you so hard that you basically break, letting out cries as you orgasm and your hands frantically run over him as you feel your mind slip in the complete and utter euphoria? you come down but your brain is still foggy and they’re just over you, still not finished, as they’re petting your head and humming “you’re okay, shhh.. you’re okay baby, can you breathe? okay, goood… good..” and they’d slow their thrusts to ease your cries of sensitivity. you would try to focus on the color of their eyes, but it’s hard when they’re trying to roll back. they grin at your lack of sanity.

but not to be a pervert.

[laneledlover]

shit like this should be illegal.

[luvuomi]

an excerpt from my unnamed & heavily unfinished lyney fic:

Thin, frail hands reached out to grab hold of the brass knob that was cold to the touch, slowly twisting and pushing open the grand doors. Their deafening sound disrupts the unperturbed silence of the other room. At first, Lyney is hesitant to continue further in. The lack of human presence indirectly urged him to turn back and find Lynette.

However, as his curious eyes wander across the hall that appears to stretch on for what seemed like several miles, he unknowingly finds himself walking forward. The plush carpet below softening his footsteps as he gazes in awe at the room’s emanate opulence: pedestals where pristine ceramic vases sat upon holding flowers, modest paintings of pleasant fields or mountains of solitude, and the array of tall windows that filter in ample sunlight through draping curtains.

Though he walks a good distance away from such novel furnishings, he continues to remain careful for the unknown fear that he may accidentally knock something over. Forget damaging—he may as well leave a stain on this place with his own breath.

Wavering footsteps eventually recede to a halt as his eyes catch sight of a particular painting.

Gilded in gold, it depicts a woman elegantly sitting upon a throne. Her black gloved hands rest leisurely upon her lap, contrasting her straight and refined posture. Rose gold hair styled in a loose braid that falls seamlessly down her shoulder, complimenting her poised sea-green eyes. Though she displayed a cordial smile akin to that of a loving mother, something about her gaze unsettled Lyney. Like it held a glint of rancor that most would not perceive.

Stationed beside this painting, was another more distinguishable portrait. It portrayed yet another woman of equal eminence, if not more. But even at a mere glance, it was obvious she held more eccentricities about her. She sat upon the throne as though it were any other seat: one leg crossed over the other and cheek languidly resting upon her hand, further emphasizing her impartial demeanor. Layered black and white hair that extends almost down to her shoulders on one side and—her eyes.

They are not ones Lyney has ever seen before. Black as a moonless night with striking red pupils shaped like “X’s.” Compared to the previous woman, this one evidently held a more daunting presence, even within the confines of a painting. Yet despite such looming authority, something about her held more sincerity. For what exactly, Lyney has no clue.

All he knows is that should he ever come face to face with such a woman, he would undoubtedly take her words as they are, without question.

Gradually peeling his eyes away from the paintings, Lyney’s gaze then landed upon another item of interest, one that stood at the center of the room and that he’s surprisingly failed to notice until now—a grand piano.

Approaching the instrument, Lyney’s eyes examine its spotless condition. Free of any marks or scratches as his fingers gently grazed along the black and white keys before taking a seat. He plays one note, and then another, the soft sound managing to echo throughout the entire hall. He definitely shouldn’t be touching this, his mind tells him. Though his actions speak otherwise. Slowly positioning his hands on the keys, Lyney begins to play.

It’s a melancholic tune that plays, but one so cathartic it brings the world to a standstill. He was never one to find great enjoyment in playing such an instrument. Lynette had often told him to put such talents to greater use, perhaps performing in the grandest of stages like the Opera Epiclese, but Lyney never indulged those possibilities.

Such an opportunity should only be granted to those who have a true passion for playing a beautiful instrument like the piano. Not someone like him who only used it as a means to get by.

“What are you doing?” A stringent voice cuts through the somber melody, immediately making Lyney’s hands flinch away from the keys and head dart at the person standing a few feet away. Their expression mirrored their tone of voice: cold and apathetic. Had they been here this entire time?

Upon receiving no response, their eyes narrow at him. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Lyney!” He blurts out immediately, shooting up from his seat that almost knocks over the stool behind him. He winces a bit at the commotion he’s now caused. “I mean–my name. My name is Lyney…”

“...Lyney?” The person repeats, voice dripping with doubt and ready to suspect him of hiding his true identity. But then there’s a pause and Lyney watches as their face morphs from a look of ponder to a scowl before they speak again. “Oh. So you’re the one “Father” talked about bringing in.”

[twophone24s]

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" I feel indifferent.... "

previous & next

[yourfavtigerboy]

me & who? 😏

jerking guys off and they start thrusting themselves into your fist without even realising-

[yourfavtigerboy]

https://www.tumblr.com/yourfavtigerboy/760932441160646656/httpswwwtumblrcomyourfavtigerboy760219988552?source=share

What? No,,,not really,,? (Yes, attractive guys make me nervous bc I don't wanna do anything to come off as a pick me. Not that I'll ever say that)

Sooo what do you wanna know about me?

🌊

Hmm.. enlighten me. He says as he watches her with cat eyes making her nervous. Tell me your darkest secret he says playfully.

[laneledlover]

And a feeling hit me, oh so strong

About you

Then you gazed up at me

And the answer was plain to see

'Cause I saw the light

In your eyes (In your eyes)

(my favorite part about last year was the music ngl)

[i23kazu]

so sorry yall :') life has been kicking me in the ass recently,,,, asks will be held off until i finish my assignments for the week!! i'll try and queue some tonight :"