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[somethinginsideyourhead]

Earl grey ☕️

Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?

ok this probably isn't the answer anyone wanted but my plan in this type of thing has always been suicide. like tbh what the hell can you do? I'm not the kind of person who should be trusted to rebuild society, not am I strong enough to defend myself (or be of any use to a group of survivors)

[thelifeofplums]

Keeping Company Ft. GN!MC & Lucifer

WARNING - SLIGHT ZESTINESS 🍋 NEAR THE END!!!!! 

RATING - 16+ (There’s no real written details but the intention is there)

Don’t read if you’re not comfortable!!!!!

MC softly knocked on Lucifer’s office door in the middle of the night. They knew he was still awake, this being the fifth night in a row that he’s pulled an all-nighter. 

MC was getting a bit more worried than usual and they silently swore to themselves that they would confront Diavolo about Lucifer’s condition. But right now, MC’s task was to try and get their boyfriend to come for bed. The sheets were cold and MC missed their demon lying beside them.

“Lucifer? Can I come in?” They asked, speaking to the closed door and awaiting Lucifer’s response.

There was a still moment before MC heard the shuffling of papers and the scraping of a chair. 

The door opened and MC got a good look at the demon in front of them. Despite his obvious exhaustion, Lucifer still managed to grin as he gazed at his darling human. 

“Still awake at this hour, my love? How naughty of you,” he said, not seeming to realize that he himself was up way later than he should be.

MC gave him a disapproving look, “Are you almost finished?”

The demon sighed before answering, leaning against the doorframe, “I’m afraid not.”

They didn’t try to hide their disappointment, a small pout forming on their face. Lucifer smirked a bit, folding his arms across his chest.

“I’ll come to bed a bit later, alright?” Lucifer said in a comforting tone but MC wasn’t having any of it.

They knew all too well that when Lucifer came to bed they’d be fast asleep and there’d be no time for cuddling.

Shaking their head, MC asked, “Can I just stay here with you?”

They looked up at him into his enchantingly beautiful eyes, hoping he’d see the loneliness they were feeling.

Lucifer said nothing at first but a moment passed before he made space for MC to walk into his office. It was clear he needed some companionship as well, seeing it was always so stiffly quiet in the room. 

The demon sat back at his desk and MC got a good look at the pile of papers on the surface. They frowned, mentally noting that they’d have a good long discussion with Lord Diavolo about Lucifer’s work. 

MC eyed the chair Lucifer probably expected them to sit in for the remainder of the time he’d be working. It was close to Lucifer but not close enough, not one bit. 

Feeling bold, MC walked around Lucifer’s desk and before he could say anything they plopped themselves into his lap. 

“Mind if I sit here?” MC teased the demon, starting to untie his tie and wrapping it around their hand. 

Lucifer chuckled, “No, not at all.”

His free hand came around MC’s waist and pulled them closer to his chest. They wrapped their arms around his neck. Nuzzling their head into the crook of his shoulder, MC took a deep breath, inhaling his rich scent. It made them smile, feeling happy that they could spend some time with their boyfriend.

“Mc...?”

“Mhm?”

“Thank you for being here with me,” Lucifer softly said, his hand starting to rub slow circles against MC’s back.

MC’s grin grew and they pulled back to look at their beloved. Lucifer’s eyes held an adoring glint and were wholly focused on them. 

“You’re very much welcome,” MC responded before placing a little kiss at the corner of his lips.

Lucifer let loose a light chuckle, “If you keep teasing me like that I’m going to have to punish you, MC.”

At that, an idea sparked in MC’s head and their smile grew mischievous. Lucifer noticed and he gave them a cautioning look, not having to say anything to get his warning across.

MC slowly dragged one of their hands down Lucifer’s chest as they started leaving little kisses along his neck. 

“MC.”

If it hadn’t been for the fact that Lucifer’s hand tightened against MC’s back or how his breath seemed to speed just a tad, they would have thought he wasn’t at all affected. 

“Yes, Lucifer?” MC said, pulling back a bit to give him an innocent look despite the direction their hand was heading.

His gaze had darkened and MC could see a dangerous glow in his eyes, hinting at his hidden desire for them. 

Lucifer brought both hands to MC’s waist and he picked them up, placing them on his desk. He was now standing between their legs, towering over them.

“You sure about this, MC?” Lucifer whispered close to MC’s ear. They could hear the concern and love in his voice and MC could’ve sworn their heart was glowing. 

“Yes, Lucifer.” 

MC’s words could hardly be considered a whisper but Lucifer heard nonetheless. 

Least to say....neither human or demon got any sleep that night. 

[iwouldfuckdarkiplier]

Halloween got me craving that monster dark shit. where is my vampire dark? naga dark? eldritch horror monochrome bitch tentacle shit sfw or not just- *slams card on table*

[neverendingparable]

Crowley, canonically, can do weird things with his tongue.

[nervousmiraclenightmare]

Ok but why don’t demon and lemon rhyme

[thegrimdarkoffice]

“I want a fuck.”

[enough-applesauce]

hi i love yalls art

[mane--attraction]

Hello! (Masterlist)

Welcome to my parlor~ I am your guide tonight into the land that is my writing blog. Please, take a seat. Writing is divided by safety, then character. Most are in second person, gender neutral, and short unless otherwise stated. Since only a few have actual titles, I have included either the first line or the first few lines of the piece instead.

Reblogs are much appreciated and help more than just likes! (Although I appreciate them, as well.)

SFW works

Things that anyone can interact with. If you are a minor that has somehow made it here, these are the safest stories to interact with.

Silver Downfall - Rating: T, 1693 words You traverse into the demon’s lair to slay it. Whether or not you succeed is another story. (The safest of all my fics and I think the most popular.) (Darkiplier)

"His shoe presses against your sternum, and you hiss at the heat against your chest.” (Darkiplier)

"I used to make do with the rabbits and the deer...but then I realized: Why should I just barely scrape by?" (Vampire Murdock dialogue)

Suggestive/Lemonish

Technically some of these are probably at the upper level of what could be considered teen, but idk if I’d show these to a minor. Thin ice, this category.

Darkiplier:

"How cute. You think you can run?" (First person, female reader)

“Then, your dream changes, melting from one to the next rather than a distinct cut. You’re lying down, on a bed, but you’re not sure where. You rub the fabric between your fingers—it feels so real; oddly real, impossibly so. More than last night’s.” 

Damien:

You tilt your head. “Is everything alright, sir?” He coughs. “Yes, quite alright.”

Murdock

"of COURSE i want a big sopping wet man coming after me" aka you decide to pull a prank on Murdock at the pool

Lemon—MINORS DNI

Darkiplier:

Ramble about wanting Dark to hypnotize me lol

“Tentacles. Sticky, dripping with some black unknown substance (although you have your suspicions—). It leaves a trail as it curls around your leg and travels upwards.”

“You peer around the corner into the office, and there he is, just as you thought. Dark wasn’t usually one to take a break when he started working.And that was the problem.” (Female reader, 1318 words)

“No but like Imagine how squirmy he'd be”

Dark spanks you (using dialogue from ahwm) (drabble)

“Who are you?” aka Dark gets you to drop for him (hypno, female reader, use of “maid”)

Dark has gone away. Ego Manor is surprisingly quiet. You’re starting to get antsy.

“How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”

Damien:

You are a servant, hired to clean the mayor’s office. Today is a tiring one, and you decide to take a nap. When you wake, you accidently hear something you shouldn’t. (1450 words)

Loki:

“Luckily, I can be very patient. The question is—”Loki leans in, smiling slyly.“—can you?” (First person)(I tagged this one as lemonish, but it’s really straddling the line, so it’s going here.)

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

Murderplier/Murdock:

Murderplier/Murdoch spicy headcanons

“Please don’t kill me!” (drabble)

“Murdock doesn’t ‘take naps’—or so he says.” (1201 words)

Experiment (660 words)

Murdock has a habit.

Haunted house fun :) (5k words)

Engineer Mark:

Technically

Miscellaneous:

The single Wilford x Reader/Dark x Reader hypno headcanon thing I wrote

Wilford hypno headcanon

“He pulls you onto his lap, gently but a bit too eagerly, and you barely set down the pitcher before you spill.” (Royal f/o x female reader)

Somno fic where you’re just waking up and mans be h*rny (male f/o x female/afab reader)

How they would react to you tying yourself up in ribbon as a gift for them: Actor and Dark

F/O somno prompt

Playfighting Headcanons (multi ego)

"Enjoying yourself, my little sex kitten?" (male f/o x reader)

F/O hypno dialogue prompt (uses "Master" and "little one")

"You didn't understand at first why your vampire f/o had a mirror above his bed."

[devilbat]

Stuck in Hell, 4

Demon! Loki x reader

Warning: lemonish, angst, Loki being Loki.

A/n: sorry for the very long wait I had to take a break from this one as I couldn’t think of where I was going to go with it. Now I do..

When the magical ropes that bound your hands above you disappear. Your hands drop hard with gravity, Loki had you still tied up against the tree for what felt like hours. Well maybe it was an hour tops, your shoulders started hurt at some point. You had probably stoped yelling for Loki with in 20 minutes when your throat started to get dry. After that torture of an hour you thought maybe Loki had forgot he had you tied up. Until you felt a weird station along your wrists. Your arms and shoulders ached, that you barely could get your pants back up. He had left you with your pants down. Your were seething by the time you made it back to camp.

“Loki!” You attempted to screeched look for him. But still no sign of him. You were beyond pissed. When an idea popped in to your mind, you decided to summon him. The spell that you held him, to bound him from phasing out and leaving you stranded, also could call him to you. Though you needed your hands, something your couldn’t do earlier. One thing you were hoping he didn’t realize this small detail yet. Shaking your numb hands out a few times trying to wake them up. You spoke the words in an old dead language. This also gave you a bit of an upper hand cause it binds him to the spot, it would last for at least an hour. More if you keep repeating it.

After his slight moment of weakness. Loki was still harder then a rock. Even if he tried to shift into his other form his harden cock would be just as equally painful. After 20 minutes of your infernal screaming all sorts of things at him. You were silenced. He thought about going back there and making you scream over and over again until your body feel weak and tired, long before his buried cock was done fucking the holy hell out of your beautifully tight quim. The thoughts made his cock twitch painfully at him. Searching for its own release. Knowing his cock wouldn’t be satisfied, until it was buried inside of you.

Walking around close by you, still naked, was when he finally he decided to go back into the cold water. On the other side of the island the smell of your dripping core was driving him mad. And he would take you in ways you wouldn’t want. Hoping the cold waters would bring his hard member down enough to at least get clothes on without pain. Standing in the iced cold water. For another 20 minutes, he got nothing. Just a needy cock. His hand gripped it tightly, he started his harsh movements, with the help of the water making it easier to guide his hand over his pattern rigid cock. Keeping his pace fast. Thoughts drifting to your form. Smirking to himself of all the things he would love to do to you. He was so close to finding his release when.

The last words spoke as your hands faced in front of you. Mist surrounded around you before it moved before you, a figure starting to form, Loki’s. Smiling as you watch him materialize before your eyes. Loki first looked confused when he opened his eyes to see you. Now trying to hide your shock of how Loki was presented to you. Dick in hand and moaning. Loki narrowed his eyes at you. Attempted to move but couldn’t. That’s when you got you made you move. He left you wanting and tied up now it’s your turn. His hand still tightly on his cock.

“How?” Loki hissed glaring at you as you moved towards him. Hand running along his chest as your circled him.

“You’re still bound by that spell. With the right words I can conjure you and hold you where you stand.” You purred as you stopped in front of him. “Tell me loki can you still feel this?” Your hand glided alone his hand that held his manhood, then moved up and down his shaft. Loki hissed out, giving you, your answer. You looked down then back up. With a smirk you dropped to your knees.

“What are you doing?” Loki growl through clenched teeth. Only thing he could do was talk and move his eyes. It was like he was a statue. Looking up at him your lips parted. Oh how badly he wanted to take a fist full of your hair and shove that pretty mouth of your on his cock until you chocked on it. He could feel his body twitch. When you blow against the top of his cock. Your tongue darted our swiping at the pre cum that oozed out.

“God you look like you were about to cum? Would you like me to help?” You said with a sickening sweet voice, making Loki shutter. Before he could answer. You pressed your lips on the head. Pulling only just the tip of it into your wet mouth. Loki could of lost his load right there. You tongue swirled around him just enough. He start pulsing. A low deep animalistic growl came from him. Pushing your mouth down more. Before you pulled off completely, making a pop sound as you did. Without a word you stood up kissed Loki’s lips and sauntered away.

“God damn it! Y/n get back here and finish what you started. Or so help me, you will not like was coming to you when I’m free. He yelled.

“Maybe I want what’s coming to me. But until then.” You hummed. As you waved him off.

“Oh, my little mouse you really want to play games.” He mumbled to himself. A wicked smirk plastered along his face.

Loki was finally free after an hour and that was when the games started. Loki kept his clothes on all the time now. Never touching you. No matter how hard you teased him. He found a way to keep his clothes on when you tried pulling you little holding spell. It had been two days. And You had walked around naked and got nothing sure he watched you. Unbeknownst to you, using an illusion to make it look like he could care less. That same illusion that watched didn’t watch you finger fuck yourself. Moaning loud each time. He enjoyed watching you get off and get frustrated when you thought he wasn’t paying attention to you.

Loki even woke up with you on top of him grinding against him. Like a horny rabbit. Sure he had a boner the size of a tree by now. But still never gave into you. The only relief he got was while you were asleep. He would jerk himself off, creepily watching you sleep naked. In hope he would give in finally, letting you win and fuck you senseless. You had been so wrapped up in teasing him on the last day that you hadn’t realized how hot it gotten out. Nor did you drink that much either. Loki laid under the shade tree in his frost giant form keeping himself cool. Watching you walking pace back and forth along the sand. Chuckling as you grumbling to yourself. You had finally put your tattered clothes on.

A bird started to squawked above him. He looked up taking his eyes off of your for only a moment. When he looked back you were gone, well so he thought you had gone until he stood up. Seeing you in a crumpled heap on the sand. Thinking this was some ploy to get him to come after you. He stood there for a moment.

“Really darling, your going to play the damsel in distress card. It’s not going to work there love, try again.” He half laughed. He was going to sit back down, but you still had yet to move he walked towards you. “Come on this is getting old.” He called again. Picking up his pace, as he reached you. You had fainted from the heat. He started cursing himself for not noticing it earlier the signs were there. He picked you up in his arms carrying you back to the tent. He used a spell to help get some water into you. He dropped his body heat as well making him cold as an ice cube. He took his shirt off as well as your tattered clothes. Pressing himself against you, as if you had hypothermia. Nothing seemed to be working until.

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[sbnkalny]

lemonish-demon: I'm not gonna be a Adventure film produced by Pixar animation studios :

[sssuperbartola]

Drastic Measures - Part One

kinda angsty, kinda lemonish at the end, a drizzle of comic stuff and a lil’ bit of softness on the side. Enjoy!

Rated K+ for language 

“Motherfucker!”

If she hadn’t already recognized the blaring voice from across her home’s backyard, then the cacophony of stuff being slammed on the ground from just outside her house definitely proved who was awake in the early hours of the morning in the whole house, if not in all the neighborhood even.

Dragging a long sigh of exasperation, Kagome slowly rose from her soft pillows to then sit on her side of the futon she and her loving, caring - and currently loud husband - shared, then proceeded to mentally prepare herself for the imminent tasks: wake up her brain and give her hanyou a piece of her mind on how to not wake up people.

Not a single ray of sun had made its way into the house yet, the air still lingering with the fresh but humid smell of the previous night, a mixture of wet grass and stingy resin which broke through the only wooden window of that section of the house. A light chill suddenly shocked Kagome from her last ounce of slumber and, securing the front of her yuka, she stood up from her beddings and waddle on cold feet towards the fire area to see if she could start a fire. All the while, the noises from outside never ceased, but they were more and more replaced from lewd curses and shouts.

“Why won’t you fucking stay up!? Ahhrg! Goddammit, piece of shit wood!” Inuyasha kept going, then proceeded to slam something heavy on what one would assume were logs of trees.

Kagome deeply inhaled some air to calm herself before she got herself to throw a shout as well. She halted her steps as soon as she glanced over the other side of the room where the suikan of Inuyasha’s firerat laid all crumpled and tangled on the floor. Kagome rose a curious eyebrow at the unusual sight, it was not like him to be separated from his only piece of clothing he ever wore, especially if he had to go in the crisp air of the morning like today. Another cold draft broke through the frame-built wall and Kagome had to suppress a small whimper while she miserably attempted to fasten again her night yuka; as she glanced again at the firerat, she resolved that, since he didn’t probably need it, she might as well make some use of it while she waited for the house to heat up. After all, he was the one with demonic blood, a bit of cold won’t kill him unlike her.

Circling the fire pit in the middle of the room, she quickly bend to grasp the fabric and then just as quickly draped it over herself, her small frame not even managing to fill in the large sleeves of the suikan but that was not a problem at all for Kagome, given that now it was five times warmer than before. She loved to wear his firerat from time to time, and so did Inuyasha, who always felt a spike of pride when seeing her wife adorned in his coat, even more, if it was just his coat she was wearing. It was a habit she picked up during the quest of hunting shards, especially after a rather violent battle where she almost got herself dangerously hurt. Inuyasha would sit close to her and wordlessly take his firerat and put it on her as if to protect her ins his own way: by simply being there. She collected the long sleeves and deeply inhaled the fabric permeated with Inuyasha’s scent and surrounding Kagome in her favorite smell in the world: musk, rain, fresh leaves, and something remarkably him altogether in the shape of a grumpy man with adorable ears and a golden heart.

The overwhelming sensation Kagome was immersed in almost made her forget the reason why she was there in the first place, but another yell from the man outside quickly made her regain her original mood.

“Don’t you fucking dare fall do-! OH COME ON!” was the last thing she heard from him before a loud cluttering of several objects all falling at the same time. A few spare seconds of silence were the only break allowed to Kagome before the madness started again.

“For once that I go to buy some wood, I just had to buy this low- ass quality, worm-eaten shit of wood?! “You will avoid so much work buy just buying this one”, they said! “Best woods you can find” MY ASS!”. The situation was degenerating yet again, and Kagome had enough. It wasn’t just the fact he woke her up with his enthusiastic speech with a shed of wood - it wasn’t the only reason at least. What irritated her was how reckless he was with his mouth and his actions, and most importantly, the outcome of those two combined. Kagome didn’t think of herself as a prudish woman, in her life she had had her slips of the tongue on many occasions, whether it was about an argument with her mother, her friends or a very specific person and his tactless shenanigans. However, there was a fine line between losing one’s temper and just causing chaos just for the sake of it, something she didn’t approve that much of her husband right now.

Collecting the exceedingly long piece of red cloth, she then marched to the backdoor which opened to their little green space right outside the house. As she lifted the mat covering the entrance, she was greeted with what she could only describe as a homicide scene.

Scattered on every single corner of the garden laid several chunks of broken wood, some more intact than others, but still heavily damaged. Spots of dirt and soil currently replaced the once healthy green of her beloved garden, and she swore she has never those rocks last time she went outside. But regardless of the hell of a nature surrounding her, there he was, Inuyasha, the cause of this disaster standing right in the middle of it, swinging left and right a rusted-looking ax ready to crumble to pieces. Kagome slowly took in the destruction in front of her, her eyes wide and mouth open in silent shock as ire started to boil in her veins. She took so much time preparing the soil to harvest their vegetables, she cared so much and he annihilated it. Her eyes snapped to the half-demon in front of her. Breathing heavily, he looked completely disheveled: his torso was completely bare, having discarded his under kosode a while ago,  and covered in a light layer of sweat, while his hair was barely held in a failed attempt of a bun. On another occasion, she would have ogled at that picture but right now all she wanted to do was to literally jump at him and kill him.

He didn’t notice Kagome’s presence behind him, which gave the woman an opportunity to observe him before going for the kill.

“I can’t fucking believe it, these pieces of wood are complete shit!” Inuyasha huffed while reaching for another of his victim. He placed the log in the middle of a flat rock he used as a pedestal, looked at it and, with a hand on his hip, gripped his ax more tightly. “Those vendors were fucking lying about you” he pointed at the piece of wood with the cutter, tone threatening, “and I, like a fucking idiot, believed it. God fucking damn it, Kagome is going to kill me, and all because of those fuckers”. As soon as he said those words, a cold voice reached him from behind.

“Oh do you now, Inuyasha?”

He froze on the spot at the all too familiar sound of his wife’s voice. Eyes wide in pure fear, he slowly put down the ax not wanting to move any further. However, Kagome was not having it. 

“Inuyasha”, she called back, her tone leaving no room for objection. He loudly gulped and, with a dreadful chill crawling on his back, he all too slowly turned around to face the inevitable. If Inuyasha had to choose a moment in his life where he seriously dreaded death, he would probably say it was this exact moment. His eyes locked with Kagome’s and all words died instantly on his lips. She was fuming with rage, he could tell that. He could feel her aura whirling with such anger he thought he could touch it with his hands. He didn’t even register the fact she was wearing his firerat, but could spare only a brief glance at the way her arms crossed on the fabric, her right index tapping nervously on her forearm. He has never seen so angry, and that’s telling a lot given their past arguments. The silence between the two was becoming too heavy for Inuyasha, who wished her to stop throwing daggers with her eyes. He deeply inhaled through his nostrils and was about to say something, anything! but he immediately regretted that.

“Ka-”

“What the HELL did you do to the garden!?” Kagome exploded, making him wince and lower his ears completely flat on his head at the loud yell. A few seconds of silence passed and he tried to answer her but with no avail.

“Kagome, I ca-” “I don’t give a rats-ass about your excuses! Look at this mess! It looks like some wild youki just fucking dismantled our backyard! What were you thinking of doing?!” Kagome angrily inquired more, her control clearly lost.

Inuyasha was was so scared he almost didn’t even register the series of curses she blended with her scolding. Tentatively, he tried to step closer to her, his arms gradually rising towards him as a peaceful sign of surrender, the last thing he was was to upset her more than she already was. “Kagome, just let me explain-” “What’s there to explain?! You thought you could test that excuse of wood you bought, that I understood pretty much, what about the rest of the fucking garden!?!” she argued back, and Inuyasha decided it was better to make a step backward. That move though resulted fatal for him, since she took that as an invitation to come closer to him, and he did not want that. He quickly put his arms forward to stop her from moving, “ I-I guess I went a bit…uh, over the top..b-but I swear it wasn’t my intention-” “Oh, well why, Inuyasha, I didn’t think of you like a casual gardener in your spare time! And it’s a work of arts, too! Were your taking inspiration from a bloody battlefield perhaps!?”

“Listen, Kagome-” “No! Now you listen up.” she cut him off abruptly, an accusing finger pushing at his chest. His eyes zeroed to that single finger as if it could trespass him like a sword. He quickly glanced back at her with full attention, since his life was apparently depending on that.

“I can get over the fact you woke me up with your shouting at an inanimate object, I can tolerate you cursing around for every goddamn reason, I can even understand the fact you are clearly angry at those vendors who gave you bad wood, but destroying our backyard, that we spent so much time preparing for planting our food, without any consideration of how I might feel, to just smash wood at random, that, sir, I won’t let it pass. At.All.” With every word she spat, she kept poking and poking at his chest until he was touching the stone pedestal with his ankles. He glanced briefly at his back before looking back at her, with no idea of how to get out of that situation. 

“Kagome, I’m so, so sorry”“Oh you better be, mister.” she urged on, “I expect you to pick up everything and make this place look twice as beautiful as before you step foot in it”, she came so dangerously close to his face he had a hard time breathing. 

“If I came back and see even just a strand of grass out of place” she gritted to him, her finger picking at his skin, “You better watch out because I won’t be so kind then” she whispered, but the threat behind those words made it way scarier. He stepped back to get some room to breathe but his feet met the hard pedestal and so he stumbled hard on his butt while looking up at Kagome’s figure. She regarded him one last glare, before quickly turning around and stomping back inside. If she had a physical door instead of the mat, she would have slammed it on his face, but that was the feudal era. After stepping into the house, she stood in the living room again, taking deep breaths to regain some sort of posture after the scolding of her life. She didn’t know how she said those things, but she couldn’t always be the understanding, soft-spoken girl all the times, not since her husband liked to put their house upside-down. That was a desperate situation, and in those cases, the only thing to do is calling for desperate measures.

She felt too hot all of the sudden, and only then she remembered she was wearing Inuyasha’s firerat, and so she quickly undressed before reaching the fireplace and make some breakfast for herself, since her husband would not join her anytime sooner.

Outside, Inuyasha was still left sprawled on the grass, mouth agape in shock, still unable to process the fury that had just left him. If anything, he was just glad she didn’t purify his ass on the spot, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t about to.

His hand unconsciously reached for where her finger dug on his chest, rubbing gently as if to shoo any wound that wasn’t there. His heart raced into his ribcage, adrenaline going crazy in his veins and all he could think about was the fire in Kagome’s eyes, how resolved she was with asking - no, demanding him to what she said, and the power she emanated when she came up to him, even if she barely reached his shoulders.

She was fuming, she uncontrollable, she dominating, she was…

“So damn hot” he breathless said, a smirk making its way on his face while amber eyes hid a spark of promises.

[ducksstab]

alright changed my username from lemonish-demon to ducksstab until i can think of something better.

[rate-my-bird]

What do you think of my birds after a nice long shower? (@lemonish-demon​)

The most deluxish spa tratement 9/10 Wet n spikey birbos

[somethinginsideyourhead]

❤️ & 🔮

🔮: What is something you would like to ask a psychic?

I wanna know where the hell I'm actually going in life. Honestly it just feels like I'm just completing tasks atm and I wanna know what it's all for

❤️: Favorite NKOTR character?

Ryan! he's iconic! when he handed neil the lizard in computer fighters? "I've been hiding our calendars"? The mannequin heads? the entirety of the money tree episode?

[crazyfrogpenis]

🍼🦋?

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

I honestly hardly remember anything that has ever happened to me but...maybe anytime when I was a kid playing with toys thinking of elaborate plotlines and dialogue in my head.

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

I answered this one but I guess also I fear people thinking I’m weird in a un-endearing way