#i can't just Ignore it lolll

[keeps-ache]

every now and then something in my brain turns on and oh hello information i didn't know i had stored! where've you been !

[koneko-chan]

TMAP 23 SPOILERS////

i've been saying for weeksss gwen and alice are the only people who can match each other's freak!!

[melonyfelonyfellonme]

How do u get over feeling guilty/like you should be productive for deciding to have a day in bed playing calming video games bc ur burning out at a rapid pace

Asking for a friend x

[mad-hunts]

both matilda and barton were keenly aware that joker was watching them like a hawk. so, although she was tempted to pull away from him, his daughter decided she had just one more thing to do. matilda very subtly tilted her head in such a way that their 'unwelcome guest' wouldn't be able to tell that she was very quietly whispering to him; and at such an audio that even barton barely heard it, in fact. but the important thing was that he'd caught it for she had told him something in code that meant 'just say the word' in relation to joker. it didn't exactly take a rocket scientist to figure out that there wasn't something quite right with their new comedian friend, barton thought.

and how ironic that was for him to think, because unbeknowst to him, arthur was talking about how weird he was acting with what could potentially be one big thorn in his side: the batman. a sigh came from him as the only thing he could think about right now was that the unruly golden ringlets atop his head were going to get so poofy because of the rain. it only appeared to be getting worse and one way this was illustrated was by how the light teal of the also almost doll-like dress matilda wore was becoming a darker hue of teal, which was kind of bad news for her, as it wasn't a cheap dress. it was made out of satin. but between holding onto barton a little longer to maintain the façade that she was upset, or pulling away early and thus breaking the illusion, she chose the first option.

by this time, barton was fully hugging matilda back and looked down at the ground, trying to just listen to her to see if any of this distress could be genuine or whether it was all an act. he maneuvered a hand up to cradle her head then with a shocking amount of gentleness. barton didn't let his guard down, though, as the image of joker's service animal in the corner of his eye reminded him that he wanted something from them. he didn't know what, but if it wasn't obvious before, then it was now. ❝ hey... you're acting like something seriously bad happened, lovebug. you've got to tell me what's going on, ❞ matilda finally pulled away from barton and she covered up both sides of her face at first, before rubbing her hands down it.

matilda silently listened to joker for a moment. no one's threatened you... well, that was pretty untrue, actually. she had one hell of a shiner around her left eye. ❝ honestly, from my friends leaving me stranded in there and ending up with this from some jackass who wouldn't leave me alone, i guess you could just say that i'm... really glad to be out of there. i mean, i tried to leave as soon as you texted me earlier, but this guy stopped me on the way out. i think he must've been as drunk as a skunk or something because he accused me of stealing from him, which i obviously didn't do, ❞ barton knew that that whole story was probably a lie, but he did know that he wanted to kill whoever hit his daughter; no matter what circumstances they were under.

barton was basically seething with anger when he saw the bruise around matilda's eye. ❝ oh? so, you're telling me someone hit you, in there? what'd he look like? and before you say anything, i just want to talk to him, ❞ that was a lie if matilda had ever heard one. she chuckled in feigned surprise at that, raising both of her eyebrows at once. ❝ oh my god... dad. i took care of it, so you don't need to do anything. in fact, please don't. he can get really scary when he's mad, ❞ matilda directed this comment towards arthur before she finally noticed the small puncture wound on his palm. from there, she forcefully took his hand and she barely looked up at him to say, ❝ it seems like you have a big family. what's that like? is it as chaotic as it sounds, or it is nice? ❞ she offered him a small smile. ❝ eh, well, you know that saying ' packed like a can of sardines? ' it's pretty much like that. mm, the dancers up on stage tonight were good, i'll give them that. ❞

matilda was lying through her teeth about the dancers. but the less that arthur knew, the better. his daughter finally opened up the umbrella that had been loaned to her by barton and gestured towards the other to take it. ❝ your makeup's running, so you can go ahead and borrow this, if you want. as for the drops — sadly, yes. the drug problem here just keeps on getting worse and worse, ❞ barton ever-so-slightly squinted his eyes at joker as if he was trying to read him. he'd let his nails get out of control, that much was for certain, but he had been 'taking a break' from practicing for about a month now... which really only meant he wasn't seeing any patients outside of surgery. and when he did surgery, it was with precautions taken so that his nails wouldn't breach the gloves ( though usually they were shorter and less sharp. ) the thing about gotham metropolitan was that he'd actually worked there quite some years ago, and they did have strict policies about how long your nails could be. but now that he had his own clinic, he could set the hygiene standards for it.

that didn't mean that he wanted it's existence to be known to the public, though, as his main clientele was criminals. forging some documents to make it appear as if he was working at the hospital like he had years ago was his solution to this. and it always helped to have someone on the inside who could quote unquote ' make that official. ' a micro-expression of displeasure seemed to flash across barton's face for just a second as he made prolonged eye contact with him. all the while, matilda wrapped his hand with a roll of bandages she'd taken out of her purse.

the corner of his lips curled as if to say ' i may not even know you that well yet, but i already hate you. '

Joker expects a gruff burst in his ear once his focus settles on Dr. Mathis’ pocket. Matilda dropped something in there. What exactly, Joker can’t tell. Neither can the younger Wayne heir from their family’s defunct terminal. Squinting won’t help, but it does relieve his red-streaked eyes. How tree pollen has managed to swamp the city is beyond him.

Werewolf slips the cigarette from his mouth to cough into his elbow. He resists the urge to paw at his nose. MAC Chromacake pigments dry down matte, but mist already has begun beading on the surface. A pale blue streak trickles from Tragedy’s eye, down his cheek, and into the margins of his scarlet simper. It has no taste.

Blaring horns don’t distract him, though incoming footsteps while his back is partially turned compels Joker to glance over his shoulder. The line remains wrapped around Paradise’s facade and around the corner. Overcast keeps bruising the night sky.

Sokol side-guards Joker on the left. The black wolf-dog’s ghoulish eyes remain locked on the father-daughter duo before them. One of the doctor’s palms bleeds. Joker hones in on it while accounting for both sets of hands. Those hands could never touch a patient. Something isn’t right. A chill rolls the length of Joker’s spine. He rears his chin, tucks the damp cigarette to his lips so he can inhale as it’s dying, then force himself to breathe.

Without moonlight to transform under, the lycan is left to shift from sole to sole; dipping his shoulders and carrying his torso on that subtle current. Each time he blinks, Bruce loses focus. He has more than plentiful clear frames to screenshot and print, but it’s the jostling of the cameras that unnerve him most. 

“Stand your ground and stay in plain sight,” Bruce’s instruction is calm as, ‘MATHIS, MATILDA’ appears alongside the young woman’s perfect face. No place of employment listed, however. She’s in every way proportionate; a living doll. Scars from cosmetic procedures to achieve such a flawless veneer might dent her skin here and there, but Joker isn’t close enough to know for sure. Those low-resolution lenses certainly can't reveal if any cosmetic procedures have taken place. “No one’s threatened you,” his reminder’s gentle enough to soothe one of his little nieces, “No one’s gonna hurt you. Just hold steady.”

A gradual drop of Joker's left hand settles over the bracelet tucked under his cuff. Three quick taps onto the moon-shaped charm with his thumb are followed by three longer taps, then three short taps. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat. Again. The moon symbol lights up once. Joker covers it with his thumb, then allows his damp sleeve to fall back down and resumes smoking. The Chief’s Special carves his hip. Joker rakes his left hand-heel over the revolver’s snout and remains in position. 

“I’ve got three,” Joker speaks in reference to daughters, but scrunches his face and clarifies, “They’re all little, though. My oldest is five,” youngest has yet to be born, “And my son’s a baby.” His chin nudges toward the doors guarded by Dalí’s long lost twin, “How packed is it in there, Ma’am?” Joker asks Matilda, though his voice might be swallowed by the rain’s hiss. “My wife's on her way. We were just waiting on our sitter,” he’s doubtful Gary had evening plans, “She likes the cabaret.” 

“That was smooth,” though Bruce knows his older brother can’t comment aloud, Joker preens in a fashion that opens his chest up enough for the little brother to know he’s gloating. “Nothing about this guy’s behavior is right. Not hers either. I’m gonna look up his medical license and see if he’s really still in practice. It’s against board regulations to have nails like that. Unless Gotham Metropolitan’s nixed its scalpel budget…” Bruce thinks he’s funny. Joker’s stomach knots in a bow. For that, he paws at his eyeballs and rattles the image Bruce is seeing enough to intentionally trigger a migraine or motion sickness on the younger brother's end. “Do you think they retract like that X-Men villain?”

Joker would roll his eyes if only he could. Instead he puffs enough smoke for a veil to float over his eyes. The rain won’t let it last. Droplets thicken and fall like little guillotine blades. They cut past polyester and soak the satin sleeves of Joker’s dress shirt so they cling to his skin. His chest cinches, leading Joker to cough again and expel any smoke that might remain in his chest. Once more he checks both father and daughter’s hands, then winds Sokol’s light blue lead tighter around his own hand. 

“Are they still slinging Drops around like candy in there…?” Joker speaks to Matilda again, though Dr. Mathis hasn’t left his eyeshot, “Last time, we were practically stepping over bodies just to get to the bar.”

“Try to figure out what she does,” Bruce speaks in reference to Matilda, “I don’t have an employer for her…and she’s being just as weird as he is.” Before Joker interrupts him with some canned, ‘You can’t just tail people because they’re weird,’ Bruce stresses, “He practically admitted to killing that cop, then tripped over it once he knew he couldn’t take it back. Worst comes to worst, have Nix give him a shake-down and see what falls out of his pocket.” Joker slackens his jaw, but isn’t certain if his brother’s joking. “Maybe it is Drops.” Certainly wouldn’t be a body.

[txjis]

Can you do a toji shot that includes a oral male receiving? I'm just asking for that, the rest can be whatever you want, just that 😭, pleasee idk why im thinkin so much in blowjobs 😞

ABSOLUTELY. I HOPE I DID U PROUD.

cw: toji x fem!reader , oral (m!receiving) , light face fucking , petnames (baby , pretty baby) , cum eating , that’s kinda it it’s just a BJ , lmk if i missed any! 1k

a/n: i wrote this at my brother bday party LOLLL so pls ignore if it’s not super good or kinda rushed 😔 beta read by @fictionalwench ❤︎︎

you find yourself on your knees in front of toji, your breath quickening as you anticipate the pleasure to come. the room is dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere, perfect for the lustful encounter you're about ready to indulge in. you've always had a thing for older men, and toji, with his rugged good looks and powerful presence, is the epitome of your fantasies.

leaning forward, you reach out to trace your fingers along his defined jawline. his skin feels warm and smooth against your touch. you can't help but admire the scar on his lip, a faint reminder of his mysterious past. toji's intense green eyes watch your every move, making your heart flutter with desire. he exudes a raw, untamed energy that both excites and intimidates you.

as your hand travels down his strong neck, you gently tug on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. the scent of his cologne invades your senses, a musky aroma that ignites a burning desire within you. toji's breath is hot against your face as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear,

"you know what you want, don't you, baby?" his deep voice sends shivers down your spine. you nod eagerly, your hands now bold enough to slide underneath his shirt, exploring the firm muscles of his chest and abs. toji's body is a masterpiece, hard and chiseled, a testament to his years of disciplined and strenuous work. you can feel his heart pounding beneath your palms, beating in rhythm with your own growing lust. his skin feels like silk over steel, and you can't resist the urge to leave a trail of kisses along his collarbone.

"mmm... that's it," he encourages, his hands gripping your hair gently. he guides your lips lower, and you eagerly oblige, kissing and sucking on his sensitive spots. your mouth leaves a wet trail on his skin as you make your way down, eventually reaching the waistband of his pants. with deft fingers, you unbutton and unzip his pants, revealing the bulge in his boxers, straining against the fabric. you glance up, your eyes locking with his, seeking permission, and he gives you a seductive smirk.

"you know what i want, baby. show me how bad you want it." his voice is a husky command that sends a rush of heat between your thighs. without further prompting, you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting the first drops of his pre-cum. toji groans in response, his hand tightening in your hair as he encourages you to take more of him. you moan softly around his length, the vibrations driving him wild. he's thick and long, and you struggle to take him all, but the challenge only fuels your desire.

expertly, you suck and bob your head, creating a steady rhythm, your hand stroking the base while your mouth works the head. toji's breathing grows heavier, his hips moving in sync with your suckling. his hand leaves your hair, moving to the back of your head, and he begins to guide your pace, taking control.

"that's it... take it all, baby. yeah, you like my dick, don't you?" he grunts, his voice raw with desire. his grip tightens, and he starts to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with abandon. your eyes water slightly at the force of his penetration, but you welcome the dominance he exerts, craving to please this powerful man. toji pulls your hair gently, signaling for you to look up. you obey, your eyes meeting his fierce gaze.

"i'm gonna use that pretty throat of yours... you like it when i take control, don't you, pretty baby?" he asks, his tone demanding an answer. you can only manage a muffled moan of assent, your eyes pleading for him to continue. he reads your eagerness accurately, a satisfied smirk crossing his face. with no further warning, he grabs your hair firmly and starts fucking into your mouth with purpose. his cock slides deep into your throat, the head hitting the back of your mouth, triggering your gag reflex.

he shows no mercy, pounding into your mouth with primal ferocity. your eyes water, and your throat burns, but the sensation is strangely thrilling. toji's dominance overpowers you, and your body responds, your pussy growing wetter with each ruthless thrust into your mouth. you can sense his control, his precision, as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, each withdrawal followed by a brutal plunge into your throat.

toji's grunts echo in the room, mixing with your muffled noises of pleasure and discomfort. your eyes roll back as you surrender to the powerful waves of pleasure and pain, your pussy throbbing in unison with the pace he sets. you feel so deliciously used, owned by this virile man, and you love every second of it.

just when you think you can't take any more, toji's thrusts become more urgent. his cock swells in your mouth, and he unleashes a torrent of hot cum down your throat. he fills your mouth with his essence, thrusting a few more times to ensure every drop is savored. you swallow greedily, reveling in the taste of him, continuing to suckle gently as his orgasm subsides.

toji slowly withdraws, his softening cock gliding from your lips with a wet, lewd sound. he eases you back gently, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, his wild eyes now softened by the post-orgasmic haze.

"fuck, baby... That was incredible," he pants, his breath still ragged. "you suck cock like a dream... exactly what I needed."

you feel a sense of pride and satisfaction in pleasing this enigmatic man. he reaches down, caressing your cheek, then cups your chin, tilting your face up for a deep, passionate kiss. you taste yourself on his lips, a reminder of the raw, unforgiving pleasure you just shared.

as the kiss deepens, you sense toji's renewed desire stirring. his hands wander, exploring your body, and you know that this encounter is far from over. the night has only begun, and you can't wait to explore more of toji's secrets and uncover the untamed passion that lies beneath his semi-composed exterior.

[brittscafe]

hiii! i really really really like REALLY loved your content, especially jjk ones bcs it helps me A LOT with my sadness while watching S2 lolll

can i request a fic?? nanami x fem!reader - reader starts overthinking about their relay with nanami that seemed distant rn bcs nanami always comes back home late with his constant overtime BUT nanami doesn't notice about it. so, one night there's just an argument about this and nanami accidentally slips off 'i never ask you to stay with me' in which hurts reader A LOT - eventually leads nanami to his realization and they finally make up when they're about to sleep (nanami saying sorry while hugging from behind and asking reader to snuggle with him)

i'm sorry if there's too much angst 😭 and i'm sorry if there are grammatical errors since eng isn't my first language 🙏🏻 but i really hope you will take this into consideration hehe

Hi! Thank you!!! <3 Really missing Nanami rn 😩 Sorry, this literally took me forever to writeeee

Nanami Kento is the hardest worker you know. He's always staying late at work and doing overtime. He doesn't seem to notice how it effects you though.

The endless nights you stay awake, sitting at the counter and your foot repeatedly tapping the ground below your, your right leg shaking rapidly.

The nervous build up in your stomach that makes you nauseous and your head spin. Of course, Nanami always comes home to you, but he's distant and you can't hide the way you feel any longer.

The front door clicks open and Nanami's tall figure walks inside, a deadpan expression on his face.

"Hey Nanami...can we talk?" you speak up quietly. Nanami's eyes meet yours for a split second and his breath hitches in his throat.

"Sure," he nods his head, setting his suitcase down. You shift your weight in the chair that you're sitting in and clear your throat.

"I have to be honest, I'm a little upset with you. You constantly work overtime and I stay up all night waiting up for you," you sigh out and Nanami cocks an eyebrow.

"You don't have to wait up for me. I've told you that multiple times, y/n. You know that I work late," Nanami explains with a firm voice that brings you little to no comfort.

"I know, but I feel like I'm being treated unfairly. I wish you would spend more time with me after work, especially since I spend most of mine time here alone. It's not fair," you explain, a frown tugging on your face.

Nanami shifts his weight and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I never asked you to stay with me." his words are cruel and cut into your feelings like a sharp knife. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes open.

Wow.

You stare at Nanami in disbelief and the tears start to well up in your eyes. You tear your gaze away from Nanami and lower your head down, trying to swallow your hurt.

"Ok," you mumble out underneath your breath, walking off and into your bedroom.

Nanami blinks with confusion and clears his throat, shaking it off as he sits down on the couch. His mind ponders on what he did wrong as he chews on his bottom lip.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips and he runs his fingers through his hair with frustration.

An hour or so passes and it's bedtime. The door clicks open to your shared bedroom and Nanami's eyes lock onto you in your pjs. You glance over at him over your shoulder as you pull back the comforter.

The room is silent and Nanami clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"Y/n," he calls out, his voice barely above a whisper. You easily hear his voice, but ignores it. Nanami steps closer to you, clearing his throat.

"Y/n," he speaks again, this time his voice louder and clearer. You glance over at him, curling the comforter up in your fists and letting out an annoyed sigh.

"What?" you mumble out.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier. It just slipped out," Nanami speaks calmly and you chew on your bottom lip.

"I thought you didn't want me to stay with you," you scoff quietly, scowling back at him. Nanami face drops and he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He pulls your back into your chest and nuzzles his head onto your shoulder. You can feel his warm breath on your neck and it sends a chill down your spine.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I do want you to stay with me. I promise," he speaks softly, his voice comforting you. You release the tight grip that you have on the comforter and grab onto Nanami's forearms.

"Ok," you nod your head.

"Do you forgive me? Please? You know I can't go to bed without you," Nanami begs you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You giggle as his lips tickle your skin and the sound of your laughter makes Nanami's lips curl up into a tiny grin.

"Yes, I forgive you, Kento. Come here," you whisper, spinning around and gathering him in your arms. Nanami's arms wrap around your back and flatten against them.

You run your fingers through his blonde hair, massaging his scalp as you two fall back into the bed. Nanami's legs are spread out across the bed as he lays on top of you, his head resting on your chest.

He listens to the rhythm of your steady heartbeat as you warm hands running up and down his back make his eyelids heavy.

He's so thankful for you and that you spend so much time with you and staying up late.

Nanami asks you to move in with him a few days later...

[strawberryseeded]

I know that the general consensus is that Sukuna thinks Yuuji is boring asf & thats why he ignores him 24/7 (At least that's the impression i get, maybe im totally wrong fjhfhf), and like, Yeah. But i actually headcanon that the "ignoring" part started (and still mostly is) the other way around...? Like. Ok. Literally the second Sukuna understands that he's trapped inside Yuuji's body, that he can't get out, he starts YELLING at him inside his mind. Yuujis's response/reaction?: "Wow this dude sure is annoying" *goes on with his life*

At first Sukuna does try to at least pester Yuuji and the ppl around him by appearing on his skin and saying shit like "When i get out im gonna kill you all👍", but Yuuji straight up SLAPS him and never even answers to any of his threats nor talks to him directly, even talking about him to other people as if Sukuna isn't right there (the blatant disrespect hdgshshjs). The only instances the two of them talk are when Sukuna wants to talk to him; Yuuji just puts up with it. The sole time Yuuji adresses him first is when he asks Sukuna to help Junpei, and even tho Sukuna could have ignored him, he goes out of his way to tell Yuuji 2 go fuk himself (cuz Sukuna is... an asshole lolll).

Another example: At the end of the death paintings arc, Sukuna freaking. Just goes on and on mocking Yuuji and blaming him for what happened to Fushiguro's sister and the other curse's victims (srsly hes super annoying abt it) and the only thing Yuuji replies (and only because he believes it to be true so hes rly upset about it) is Shut up and Dont tell Fushiguro.

After that, during the Shibuya arc, right after killing Mahoraga, the last thing Sukuna does before losing control again is taunt Yuuji because he knows Yuuji will lose his fucking mind. But still, even in this instance and even though Sukuna is the one who caused all this destruction and suffering, Yuuji doesn't say anything back to him, not even to curse/insult him (i could go off on a whole tangent about why but that's not the point of this post).

In the culling game arc, when Angel says she wants to kill The Fallen, Sukuna brings Yuuji to his domain to prevent him from spilling the beans about who he is... and before he even opens his mouth Yuuji straight up says to him "even seeing your face makes me sick wdyw". Sukuna totally ignores this, obviously and goes Haha yeah anyways...

i cud go on lol.

Bottom line... Sure, Sukuna's called Yuuji boring & dull like 85746463636 million times but that's just him severely underestimating his strenght and talent at Jujutsu because Sukuna is a huge Jujutsu otaku BUT i think Sukuna was bored out of his mind inside Yuuji this whole time because Yuuji is the one who was always mercilessly ignoring him.

[k0-k1]

ok so I looked back at some of my old art and found this- it's honestly kinda cool how did I forget about it like what??? My inability to draw hands really shows here ngl but yk it adds to the goofyness of it all iggg-

This is from that one time in Mother 3 (don't remember the chapter 😭) where Lucas and the crew are drugged up on shrooms and some really ominous creepy stuff happens- like I actually felt so bad for Lucas having to deal with all that cuz I could NEVER... but as soon as I remembered this piece of dialogue I knew I had to draw it! it's just so... drawable I dunno lolll

ignore how I can't pinpoint a singular way to draw Claus and Lucas it's a struggle ok 😔

[runa-falls]

Ok so I've been playing with Mel's Mafia Jake AI and it got me thinking about what Miguel would be like for some reason??? Dude's half Irish so like, maybe he's a boss in the Irish mob. Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? So he goes about his life, about his business, runs his side of things well. He's lonely at the top but he ignores it, doesn't think anyone else would understand the pressure that's on him...

Until he meets you.

It's some celebration (maybe St. Patrick's Day or something idk) and he sees you across the room/bar/whatever and you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. So he does and you hit it off from the get go. You're smart, witty, funny, sexy...just the whole package. He's basically in love, okay?

Then a boss (maybe a rival heheee 👀) from another city or section (or whatever idk how they divide the city up tbh lmao maybe I should've done more research 😭) comes up and he finds out: you're his wife/girlfriend and it's just like a punch in the gut for him. He's devastated. He's never ever wanted anything anyone else had that he couldn't take...until you. Youre kinda bummed too, you really enjoyed the time you spent with Miguel, and you (honestly) aren't a huge fan of your husband/boyfriend (maybe he's an idiot or just a dick idk).

But you guys keep running into each other, and the feelings between you keep growing, until the tension breaks and you hook up with him at another get together (he takes you against a wall, fast and hard, his hand over your mouth because you're moaning as he pushes inside, the stretch of him divine and he buries his face in your neck, his cock spearing in and out of your wet heat in sloppy, hard thrusts. You're both coming in minutes, his spend dripping out of you and down your legs. The sight is almost enough to make him take you again).

After, you both say it was a mistake, that you can't do this again, it won't end well. But neither of you can help it, sneaking off to meet up in random places so no one catches you (except that one time it happened in your bed 🫢). And and and.... yeah. 🫣

I'M SO. SORRY SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED TODAY

OK FIRST, EVERYONE CHECK OUT THIS FAN ART BY @darkfoxkirin -- the mafia!mig of MY DREAMS

PLS WHITNEY:

Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? -> i could literally imagine him sitting on a throne, bored as fuck like 😒 damn this SUCKS lolll

He's lonely at the top -> PLEASE THIS IS GIVING THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING BUT IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH -- I NEED HIM AHH

you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. -> the moment™️ KILLS ME LOLL, but YES a love or lust at first sight (spoiler, its both). not only does he need to talk to you, he needs you.

But you guys keep running into each other...-> HEY THIS WHOLE PARAGRAPPH, YOU DIDN'T NEED TO DO ME LIKE THAT 0-0, IM MELTING BRUV -- AND THEY KEEP MEETING 🫠

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ok so imagine that he's getting pressured to marry someone because as the boss, he's expected to have an heir to keep the business in the family.

he agrees to meet up with some aristocratic women just to get his advisors off his ass. it's not like he's taking them home or anything, he's merely meeting them at one of the clubs he owns or getting some dinner.

of course, during one of these 'dates' he bumps into you and your husband.

looks like he's not the only one trying to keep a low profile during the affair.

even though your two gangs are rivals, your husband politely greets miguel (though anyone within a 5 mile radius can hear the venom that simmers below his words).

"Mr. O'Hara, what a surprise to see you here..." you roll your eyes at the dick measuring contest. men can be so --

"Likewise."

miguel doesn't even look at him, barely even acknowledges his existence with his murmured reply. he's too busy looking at you in your pretty dress and the necklace that sits against your chest. he gave you it a few weeks ago, the last time he could get you alone.

he tries to catch your eye but you're not looking back at him, you're looking at the girl who clings to his arm.

both of you barely register that your husband is still talking, eyes devouring the woman who's clearly confused by the tension in the restaurant.

"...and who is this lovely thing?"

"this? oh, this is m..." damn, he forgot. SHIT, he literally just read her file in the car before picking her up. this may not be a real date, but he's not a dick!

she saves him the embarrassment, "I'm Melissa, nice to meet you." she offers a hand, expecting a handshake, but your husband takes it for a kiss. gross. even melissa look weirded out.

"So you're finally out in the field again?"

miguel looks at you warily, but you've been avoiding his eyes during this whole interaction.

"You could say that."

"Good for you." your husband reaches out and holds your hands in his from across the small round table, "It's about time us bachelors settle down."

miguel's jaw clenches, watching how uncomfortable you are being touched by him. "Sure. Look it was great catching up, but me and Melinda have a table waiting."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

💐Zombie's Bouquet Event💐

A bouquet for you! Featuring: Lloyd Hansen; Forced Proximity; Mafia; Soft dark. Hope you like!

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You swear you'll never get used to the looks you get when you're on Lloyd's arm. Some people look at you with jealousy. Some with pity. Everyone recognizes the large, ruthless mob boss. When you're next to him you look even more tiny than you feel. The people who see you figure you're either a victim or a floozy.

You try to ignore all of them, but it doesn't always work. It's one of the reasons you're genuinely grateful Lloyd got a private booth for the two of you. His larger size means the table has to be moved so you're practically pinned to your seat, but it's better than the looks.

The menu is delightfully full of vegan and vegetarian options. Lloyd is a complete carnivore but he's never tried controlling your diet. At least not after you finally "agreed" to be his.

You both put in your orders and are left alone in the small booth.

Lloyd smirks as you fidget. "You could just sit on my lap, Roo. Keep my cock warm while we eat."

"This booth is too... Small." You almost said "tight" but switched it out for a word Lloyd would be less likely to be turned on by.

"I was watching your pilates routine on the security footage," he leers. "You can fit." You suppress a shudder as he licks his lips.

Lolll not the pilates! My downward facing dog can't save me from this one.

Thank you so so much for this one :)

[betterfettered]

Hello! I hope you’re doing alright! Is it ok if I ask for the brothers’ reaction to their darling dying during childbirth?

Their attitudes towards their darling’s pregnancy is sort of a mixed bag already which makes me wonder, would they obsess over their child and sort of see them as their last piece of darling or would they hate their child and blame them for darling’s death?

Thank you in any case!

Hello hello anon anon! I hope you're staying cool. I have been sweating like a pig since mid may so even wearing makeup is hard because it runs so much.

As I mentioned before I don't have much experience with this topic so I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you disagree with me, I'd love to hear your thoughts <3 (AFAB!reader x AMAB!yandere)(grief)(child neglect/abuse)(absentee parent)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[Abuse and neglect are inexcusable in real life. Children always deserve a nurturing, loving home where they feel safe and valued.]

Yandere!Lucifer is most likely going to torment his child as a result, unfortunately. Much like how he treated Belphie in the first game, when he's emotionally overwhelmed he falls back on what is proper and what can be considered as respectable as possible. So he'd be strict with the child and want them to exceed what every other child is doing at the time. However, I don't think he can maintain this kind of mentality. It gets to a breaking point with him where he has to honor his emotions, so I think that once it's clear this isn't working and hurting everyone including him he'd be willing to try and reconsider how he's been dealing with your death and the child.

Also, because he would probably be responsible for children in a few of the below scenarios (lolll), he'd be much, much more lenient and caring with a kid that wasn't his and didn't come from the death of his darling. He'd be a good surrogate father, even if he is a little distant.

Yandere!Mammon would be very, very unwell and probably not able to pay much attention to the child. His typical way to cope is either crying or making jokes about it, but he doesn't have enough tears to cry and can't find a way to laugh at you passing. I think it would take him a few years to be able to be consistently present with the child, but when he did he would try to treasure them as a remainder of you.

Yandere!Levi would probably not want anything to do with the child for five or ten years. They are a personification of his own hell, because they took your attention and presence from him just like he knew they would. He would blame them, I think, but once the child started to reflect your habits and your looks, he would be drawn to them and try to be in their life more. He's pretty negative but not necessarily bitter, so when he eventually tries to bond with the child I think he will be caring and sweet.

Yandere!Satan wouldn't voluntarily give up his child but would likely revert to only being able to feel rage, so they would be taken from him by his brothers. He's not emotionally articulate in the first place so trying to express the massive grief of losing you would exceed his capabilities and just become a lot of destructive, painful wrath. Lucifer will likely parent the baby until Satan can calm down -- and who knows how long that will take? -- but once he was able to be with the child, I think he would really, really do as much as he could for them, researching how to parent and what to do at every point. Even if he doesn't have the words for it, he mostly would see the kid as a testament to his love for you so he'd try to love them perfectly. At first he'd probably be too harsh and too strict, but I actually think he'd course correct sooner than Lucifer would.

Yandere!Asmodeus is the least likely, in my opinion, to end up parenting because I think your death would actually break him. Yan Asmo has managed to smooth over every part of your unhealthy relationship with him by ignoring or reinterpreting it through his delusions, but there isn't really a way for him to be delusional about you being dead. I think he'd be very deeply, personally changed, and it's hard to tell if or how he would recover from it. I think that in the case he did recover he'd be so different from the experience that he'd be rebuilding his personality in conjunction with the kid's development. He probably would never be the same old Asmo.

Yandere!Beelzebub is the most likely of all of them to rise to the challenge and stay parenting the child. Duty is really important to him, considering how seriously he takes protecting Lucifer and the other brothers despite that not being his job any more. He has always imagined parenting a family with you, so if you're not around to make that happen it means he needs to work twice as hard at it himself. Of course, he'd struggle with the grief of it, but your memory would be motivating to him.

Yandere!Belphegor would try his hardest to take care of the child, but he likely wouldn't be able to do it all by himself. He's spoiled and not used to doing anything really difficult, so when he gets really overwhelmed by grief he'd have to rely on the others to help him. Because he'd always be doing his best, as the years passed and the grief became easier to handle, he'd be a better and better dad. I think he's the most likely to use it against the child in an argument when they are older, but he would try to apologize almost immediately (and then probably need help to actually properly apologize).

A little somber, but I hope you enjoyed it!

[inmybabysarms]

Can't Catch Me Now

luke castellan x f!reader

Luke is living on memories of you.

Warnings: not proof read (leave me alone), suggestive content, angsty Luke duh!, probably an inaccurate representation/depiction of hallucinations

(first fic lolll! i don't expect much love on this but i thought i'd get it out there anyway. Short and angsty, just like me)

Luke sat in his chamber, a star pupil in the eyes of Kronos. But he was going crazy. Going crazy because of you. 

Months ago, Luke Castellan had betrayed the gods, his friends, his family. He had turned his back on the people he loved out of the hatred and anger in his heart. But most importantly, he betrayed you. Luke didn’t know if you were alive or dead after what he’d done. But here he sat on his bed, telling himself he was crazy. 

He kept hearing, seeing, smelling, and seeing you. The thought and memory of you, it’s like you were almost really here with him. But you weren’t, and he knew that deep down. The thought made his heart wilt, his head hurt, his eyes sting with tears. So he ignored it and went along with what his poor broken heart was telling him. Luke closes his eyes and can almost hear you again, feel you touching his bare chest, and smell your flowery perfume and the sweet smell of fresh-cut grass you seemed to carry around with you. He missed you, and he hated to admit it. His cold and stern face would soften when he got a hint of how you used to be. His stiff posture would loosen, the stress would melt from his body, and his jaw would unclench. He can hear your distant hum. A song you loved to sing escaping your lips, only a trick of the wind in this spacious room. He can feel your hair in his hands, the soft fabric of his sheets soothing him more. A kick at his boots, reminding him of- wait… Luke sits up, eyes opening and he sees you. 

You’re standing in front of him. Your favorite dress adorning your skin, no shoes on your feet like usual, and a solemn look on your face. You weren’t truly here, no. But to Luke this was real and you were here, alive, and as beautiful as he remembered. 

“Hey, Sweet Girl,” Luke speaks softly, a smile creeping to his lips. At this, a smile pops up on your face, almost terrifyingly quick. You sit beside him on the bed, so close but not touching the boy. Never touching. These hallucinations helped Luke cope, but they could only go so far. He would go to kiss her, to hold her, to hug her, and she would disappear into thin air right in front of him. Luke couldn’t count the number of times he’d had this imaginary version of you talk him through touching himself late into the night, using his left hand as he pretended it was you. Now was no different. 

“Luke,” You smile sweetly, her eyes almost closed from how happy you looked. “I missed you! How was your day?” 

Luke looks you over, a flushed expression coming over his face. He swears softly to himself, restraining himself from touching you, holding you. He hates the way he’s done this to himself. He knows this is crazy, and that if you ever found out, you’d hate him forever. It’s starting to distract him from his work, his training, and his important role in the revolution he started. 

“You have to go,” He speaks softly, avoiding looking at her. 

“Wha-Luke…” This version of you speaks, a hand of yours going to touch his face, but goes straight through him. He closes his eyes, sighing softly. They quickly reopen when he hears you sniffle, and he looks over at you. Tears are streaming down your face, gathering at your chin, and dripping down onto your beautiful dress you loved so much. You sit there pathetically, and Luke can’t help but feel bad. But he needed to focus on why he was here. 

He waves a hand through your body, and you disappear like dust right in front of his eyes. He laces up his boots and puts on his battle armor. He leaves out his door, forever thinking of you. 

[kald-dal-art]

It is my duty to submit wiress for the ask thing lolll

doing both of these on the same post

Wiress

First impression

That she seemed very sweet.

Impression now

I love her so much, I wish we knew more about her and how she won her games.

Favorite moment

Figuring out the arena gimmick in the 75th game.

Idea for a story

Basically her games I guess and a proper backstory. I'm kind of surprised how little we know about her in cannon.

Unpopular opinion

I don't think i have any tbh. Think most of my opinions about her is in the mainstream.

Favorite relationship

Her and Beetee. Why couldn't she have lived so they could be war criminals together in 13 /lh

Favorite headcanon

I saw one fic having her have cats so I just stole that for myself. Also that some of her strategy in her games were similar to Beetee.

The Morphlings

First impression

I probarbly didn't react too much on them on my first read tbh lol. On my reread though I appreciated their artistic traits. Loved that they were just fascinated by the Everlark costumes in the parade.

Impression now

My favorite minor characters. i don't know why my brain decided these two were the ones it decided to go crazy over. But here we are.

Favorite moment

The F. Morphlings sacrifice. Her painting a flower on Peeta's cheek makes me so emotional, had me sobbing on reread.

Idea for a story

Well...kind of just writing it myself...sooo that story akdjslsadj

Unpopular opinion

I don't know why so many fics insist on making them a romantic couple, but it's not an interpretation I care for. They are platonic besties they personally told me that okay 💔 Also whoever put on their Wiki that they are in their 60s which has led so many people to believe it's cannon...we are fighting behind a dumpster one day (It's not that it can't be cannon...but it's just we don't know how old they are so it's annoying that people act like it is cannon and the movies are "inaccurate" because they "changed" their ages when we literally don't know if they even did)

Favorite relationship

Well each other. Also their little bond with Peeta is sweet. Even if I have chosen to ignore the fact that Peeta calls them the Morphlings...like dude never got their names? You expect me to believe that? Really.

Favorite headcanon

That the F. Morphling is the older one of the pair. Idk why I usually prefer that interpretation of them in fics, I guess it's because it's how the movie potrays them.

[dollface-yandere]

"piss off your parents."

yandere! narciso anasui x reader

warning; yandere themes/possessiveness, manipulating, implied murder/death (not of the reader), obsessive love, gender neutral reader lolll, but probably ooc

prompt ; anasui urges you to run away with him after a fight with your parents.

note; my tumblr started glitching out really badly halfway through this. i apologize for any problems within the story!

it was midnight, and your parents were both asleep. three hours before now, you found yourself slapped across the face by your mother and your father's disapproving glare piercing you like a bullet.

both of them met anasui. they didn't like him when you described your newly boyfriend to them months ago, and you thought that if they just met, maybe their views would change, and they'd see he wasn't as possessive or crazy as they said. loud voices echoed in the dining room. anasui and your parents didn't get along at all; his opinions were much different his. they disagreed with every single one of his views, and he disagreed with theirs. the dinner table shook while anasui slammed his hands on the table and walked out of the door, and you chased after him, ignoring your parent's protesting. the same hands were wrapped around your wrists and pulling you closer to him.

"my dear, you can't live like this! you don't realize how terrible your parents are." anasui's words stung you. it hurt to hear him badmouth your parents to your face. you truly loved your parents, but you just didn't understand what was so bad about anasui. his hands stroked your hair, and your tears wet his shoulder through his clothes.

between crying and gasps for air, you managed to speak, "i can't! i love them!" anasui's chin rested on your head, and you could feel him nod in response to your words. "i understand, fully, i promise you, but can't you see? they don't you to be happy." it made sense, but at the same time, it didn't. your parents truly were trying to protect you. every time the listened to you rant about how much you loved your pink-haired boyfriend, their faces turned angry and scolded you, yelling at you to listen to yourself. they called him creepy and possessive, but you knew who you dated. you knew him better than they did, and they just didn't see how happy you were with him.

anasui almost roughly grabbed your shoulders, and pushed you in front of him. "don't you love me, too? i want to be with you, so bad. your essence is the reason i wish to live. i need you badly, more than i need air. i may as well belong to you, and you only you. i don't care how much your parents hate me, i'd rather be the enemy of the world, than live without you."

faux tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. anasui pulled you closer, and bent over to kiss your lips like it was the last thing he'd ever do. the genuine tears on your cheek seemed to mix with his own. you stopped kissing him, pulling away from him. before you could speak.

"are you satisfied with your parents not wanting you to be happy?" anasui's eyes felt piercing, like freshly sharpened knifes. the thought of your parents not wanting you to be happy was absolutely discontering. anasui was the perfect boyfriend. every night you spent together, he promised he'd do anything just to be with you.

you fidgeted anxiously with trembling hands underneath his cold glare. now, the thought of being without from anasui wouldn't cross your mind. of course, it wouldn't never cross his mind, either. "why don't you run away from them? i'll always love you, more than your parents could ever dream of!"

he reached for your hands again, but you swatted them away and turned. how to choose? it was either be with anasui, or be with your parents. "i can't make them upset! it'll piss them off.." it wasn't a lie. they'd probably disown you if you chose to be with anasui.

"my love, piss off your parents, then. it won't make them understand how in love i am, and i can't imagine a world without you."

there you stood in your bedroom, quietly sobbing on your bed. anasui rubbed your shoulder to comfort you while he tossed random items around your room into the half-packed suitcase next to you. only some of the clothes that you really liked were packed inside. anasui told you not to bother with packing all of your clothing; he claimed he would buy his love any piece they wanted. it was 1AM now. both of your parents were asleep while you and your boyfriend snuck out of the house. he carried your bags while you followed behind him. it was weird that he knew to avoid every floorboard that creaked, when you only snuck him in through your bedroom window.

the thought that your parents may have been right about anasui would only cross your mind a few days later while you sat on on the chairs reading some book when he left to run an errand at such a late hour.

"'sui.. it's 11PM. why'd you decide to go to the store now?" your words were met with a low, yet, seemingly cheerful, bit of laughter when anasui's words followed, "i forgot to get the stuff for breakfast for tomorrow morning when i went the other day. is there anything in particular you'd like while i'm there?" anasui smiled while you looked up at him. he ignored your requests to come with him, saying that he wanted to surprise you with the breakfast. which, was unusual. he usually just made your favorite.

fifteen minutes later, you found yourself staring into your phone screen. your notifications were almost all missed calls from both your mother and father. waves of guilt crashed over you. it was painful to see they tried to contact you multiple times. anasui insisted you don't leave a goodbye note, saying that cutting off people meant no goodbyes. they couldn't call the cops since you were grown enough to live on your own. your index finger hovered over the call button on your mom's contact; hesitantly, you began to press the little blue phone icon under the contact "Mom".

"i'm back!" anasui's loud but unusually tranquil voice seemed to echo through the doorway. your finger was fast to click the side button on the phone, and the screen went dark as he walked through, two bags in one hand while he rushed to put the other on your shoulder.

looking back up at him with a smile on your face, you moved up a little to meet his lips. the phone was flat facing down on your thigh, as to not draw suspicion from anasui. sure, it seemed weird, but if he'd be upset if he found out you were trying to communicate with your mother.

"let's go to bed, my love."

anasui's grasp around your waist was firm, but you managed to slip from his touch. the bathroom floor was cold under your bare feet, and the air conditioning wasn't helpful, either. cold air blew onto the uncovered skin on your back, while your fingers shakily went back into your contacts to click on your mom. the picture of the three of you in the contact photo was saddening. you missed your father and mother more than anything.

but.. no. anasui said it was normal to miss people after cutting them off. he always encouraged you not to check in with them after you left. but anasui wasn't here right now. you hesitantly lowered your finger and pressed the 'call' button.

it was weird, though, because there was a ringing coming from the bedroom. inevitably, you could hear creaking and the muffled sound of your mother's ringtone, followed by footsteps approaching the bathroom. panicking, you reached your arm to turn the lock on the bathroom door.

even though you knew anasui was outside the door, he didn't speak a single word. loud knocks could be heard from your side of the door. knocks turned into twisting the doorknob, but he could only find that it was locked. a long sigh was heard on the other side. you went to touch the doorknob, but something felt wrong with it.

15 seconds later, pieces of the doorknob flew to the side while you scrambled into the corner of the bathroom, sitting with your knees to your chest with your arms shielding your face from him. the door was pushed open, and your boyfriend stepped into the room. his hair was messy, and pink strands flew in front of his face.

"sorry, my love.. i didn't mean to scare you like that." anasui's hand found it's way to your face, caressing your cheek while he crouched down to your level. his other arm wrapped around you tightly. "now, why were you trying to call your mother?"

anasui squeezed your shoulders while you sputtered out a series of incoherent bursts, of only apologies for doing this. a frown spread across your boyfriend's face, and he sighed. usually when anasui was mad, the atmosphere was tense and his voice would be loud and booming. but now, your mind raced while everything else felt slow. your boyfriend's voice was calm. anasui stood from his spot on the floor, and bent down to pick you up. he wasn't ever this rough while he carried you.

"let's just go to bed."

note ; this is probably ooc i'm really sorry 😭 please forgive me, my next writing won't be so rushed!!

[toxic3mmy]

Girl she literally put "not everyone is interested in themes like this and that’s okay! keep in mind, this is all made up and i am by no means encouraging blood relative incest lolll" before everything else and then you're gonna take that knowledge, Give it a minute to run through your small ass brain, Then say she wants to fuck her step brother 😭??.. If you're a fucking stupid nerd going online to hate on nice ass ppl for no reason just say that.. Or maybe you're blind? Can't see? Can't read? Or maybe you just took "Stepbrother" "Quackity" "Smut" and mashed it up together to come to a shitty conclusion that she wants to fuck her step-brother.. Yeah no go back to skibidi toilet brainrot leave writers with a life alone. If she wants to write about that then that's TOTALLY okay. If you don't like that then that's TOTALLY okay. Just do what normal people do and click off. AND TO THE WRITER, If they say anything else just ignore it tbh responding is only giving them the attention they want, I'm only responding to prove a point and to make sure they know how fucking stupid they sound and probably are. Continue on with your life and I'll continue mine🙏

ty bby❤️💍💍

no but seriously, im not some creep advocating for u guys to go fuck ur step siblings like… clearly they don’t know about how wattpad and tumblr used to be… plus im nott some sicko saying weird shit, this is legit fanfiction and no offense, but a lot of controversial writing on here is way worse than this lol

but yes, ty for these kind words my love, i honestly was overthinking that anonymous ask since i read it. i always have a tendency to really overthink and feel overwhelmed esp w negative comments towards me

[yawnderu]

debated sending u a screenshot via messages but I don't fully get Tumblr etiquette so I am sorry about this wall of text 😭 also formatting on mobile is so gross sorryyy

disclaimer: for context, I've read more bl omegaverse than het or gl so my views are limited based on this. I do not speak for all of a/b/o dynamics across all genres and audiences.

relationship dynamics between the three secondary genders

alpha-omega:

is kind of like male-female relationships irl. most of the time it's portrayed as “ao can't be friends 🥺 they're destined to fuck- sorry, mate and have wonderful chubby babies 🥺” “alpha so big and strong and omega is itty bitty baby only good at popping out babies and keeping the house clean and”

… lactation and breeding-related kinks are strong.

alpha-alpha and omega-omega:

either supportive as fuck of each other or competing over the same person

like goes between “here bestie have a spare scent patch” (blocks pheromones/scents which can drive opposite sex crazy) to “fuck you gonna fuck my boy in front of u to spite u even tho he's not into exhibitionism/voyeurism”

beta-beta:

normal people conflicts. depends on what you're reading but sometimes they're genuinely so ignored lol

alpha-beta:

either chill or the alpha is the superior. like the alpha is either in a better (leadership) position or the alpha can straight up break that betas back (and not in the sexy way)

omega-beta:

can be chill and supportive. like alphas are assholes to both of them.

can also be bad; omegas are less “human” depending on how the universe/society places value on ability to make children + the authors depiction of how they make babies. - this also appears in AO relationships

sometimes u even get betas being mad they ain't alphas and that's like an actual contention point when they try pick up omegas 😭 like “ik I ain't an alpha so I cant mark u or knot u (both portrayed as helping calm down an omegas heat) but I can treat u better than those pricks“

honestly though, a lot changes between authors 😂 just pick and mix how you want, I'm sure it'll be fine :)

- pigeon (I did not end up sleeping 😭 sorry if there are typos or stuff I just can't think straight lolll but now got to the hour where it's like... can I even sleep w/o oversleeping now 💀)

ANONNNNN YOU'RE AN ACTUAL ANGEL this makes things SO damn clear for someone who has never read or written anything from the omegaverse qheownwo

Thank you so much sweetheart!! Everything is SUPER clear now 😭♡♡♡♡