#like idk I never found the appeal of it in anyway

[cupiidzbow]

ummm sorry if i come off as a bit of a debbie downa I think I gotta add raw meat/cannibalism/implications of cannibalism to my please tag bc i know this site like themes of that and stuff but it always makes me incredibly upset everytime and i always try to push it away bc I don’t want ruin peoples fun but it makes me extremely upset and very physically sick irl . sorry about that ☝🏽

[marklikely]

sometimes watching one of ur little comic guys get mangled by movie-only fans can be funny actually

[shiny-jr]

Hi! I noticed that your requests were open and I love the way you write Malleus so I was hoping you would do yandere malleus x reader. where the reader knows twisted wonderland is a game (but not imposter au pls) and after they got isekia'd are trying to stop the overblots from happening and malleus is just terrified for them. Idk just an idea I've had for awhile but never found a fanfic like lol. Obviously it's totally fine if you don't want to do it or if I accidentally broke a rule. Anyway remember to drink some water and take a break if needed! Have a amazing rest of your day/night!!

Warning: Yandere (not really, not at all). Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Summary: MC sees affection meters and it's not good.

Note: These are mainly thoughts and random words my mind spewed out.  

How did one claim victory at a game? Well, it entirely depended on the game, the mechanics and the options. It should've been impossible to lose a mobile game that was primarily composed of the gacha mechanism and visual novels.

When you suddenly found yourself in the series of twisted villains in a prestigious school of magic, you found that it was much more complex than it appeared on screen. Especially when only you could see these small bars occasionally floating above people's heads. Bars which you recognized as affection meters, nearly all of them stagnant at a dull gray 0% when you first arrived. This was the hurdle blocking your way to an easy victory. Because how else were you to escape the game, other than complete it?

Situations became messier, when you didn't have a dialogue options between two mere choices. Add making good impressions and keeping a character's favor, to the list of quests alongside avoiding death by inky overblotted characters. By some miracle, you had increased the affection of the characters you met and interacted with to a healthy 5% or 10%, sometimes more. At any cost you wished to avoid getting in the negatives, because you did not want to find out what would happen then.

Sometimes, the numbers would drop dangerously close to zero, mainly when an overblot was occuring. Never had you realized how the visual novel failed spectacularly at portraying the utter horror of the overblotted in all their wicked glory. The black inky darkness leaking from them like tears or blood with those crazed unhinged looks in their eyes–– was the stuff of pure nightmares.

And yet the one whose overblot you had been dreading the most, the dorm leader of Diasomnia, was surprisingly docile as you dealt with others. However, you knew even when conversing with him, that you would one day witness him overblot and look like some ethereal but deadly fallen angel. So mentally you prepared yourself, while taking on the task of keeping up appearances.

Malleus' affection meter, was a good 20% and a friendly pink shade, quite the accomplishment you were proud of, considering the majority of the cast wasn't even at 15%. The Draconia heir was certainly someone you never wanted to see reach below zero, so you did your absolute best to appeal to him, even if he was quite intimidating at first with the way he stoically watched you complain about the least of your worries, homework and classes.

By the time you spoke to him about your troubles with the Ramshackle dorm and Azul, during what you knew was the Octavinelle arc, the prince's affection had sprouted to a 22%. When you went into more detail of the potential loss you could face, it went to 23%.

The next time you saw him, you were weary and antsy since witnessing Azul's break-down. If the blot of his tears had the magic to gather, it would've been enough to drown, you were sure of it. Even by that maniac look in his eyes, you're sure he would've purposely drowned you if he got close enough.

Throughout that charlatan's chapter, his affection meter had slowly been rising, dropping during the overblot like the tides only to rise once again by the end to a good 45%. This was good!

But no matter how much you may have pondered, strategized, or try to predict each next action, you could've never guessed that the next time you saw Malleus after Azul's overblot, his expression taut with concern, his affection meter had made a jump to 55% and turned red. This entire time you had been avoiding the negatives, but you never once worried of the dangers and implications a red affection meter above 50% would mean for you. Or heaven forbid, anything close to 100%.

[r0-boat]

I had a thought

How would the kings or nobles (preferably Belial & Jjyu, Eligos, Gamigan, Leraye, and Ppyong) react to an MC who is absolutely CRACKED at claw/crane machines?

Like, just wins every single prize and empties the machines

(Is Ppyong considered a noble? Idk I like that red lumpy looking potato tho)

🦩 anon

Oh absolutely I would consider Ppyong as a noble though I don't know if you want the human version or the lumpy potato So I'm just going to do the lumpy potato and it can be a platonic thing

I will do the nobles you have listed there! Because I feel like the kings and the nobles would be a little too much!!

Anyways without further ado

Whb various react to crane claw master mc

Crane claw machines work differently in hell than in the human world. But even with the less scummy practices of these claw machines It was still relatively difficult to get a prize.

Ppyong

But not to you, who was so used to the limp and rigged claws of the machines back home. The Crane claw machines in hell were practically a cakewalk. The red lump devil stared at you with wide, gleaming eyes as you bagged every toy you wanted with ease. He almost wasn't sure you were human; you were some kind of superhero! He tried to tell everyone about your super human skills, so he did...

Your skills came in great handy one day when he got himself stuck in a crane claw machine. You didn't have to crane claw him out Satan could have just destroyed the entire box...

Belial is okay at the crane claw machine, but he's not that good. He first found your secret skill when the two of you were out and about on one of your special dates when it was just you and him. He signed or wrote that he wanted to win you something. After winning you a plushie of a horned cat, He got a glimpse of your skill when you used one plushie to knock another down, getting two and one.

Belial

His lips parted for a second, trying the process because he knew crane claw machines were hard and even harder on Earth. It was not just an accident. Your moves were calculated.

He beamed when you told him that one was for him and the other was for Jjyu, who sadly couldn't make it because of his anger management class. His eyes lit up when he saw a Candy Crane claw machine. The two of you won every piece of candy from that machine before walking home with your goodies.

Crane claw machines are almost unheard of in Tartaros because the thought of losing money with no gain was nearly appalling. So when Eligos was walking through the streets of Gehhenna with you on the way to Tartaros and Saw that machine, He looked confused; it was a machine he had never seen before. And when you told him what it was and what it did, he was even more confused. Why would anyone want to risk their money for a possibility they won't get anything in return?

Eligos

Even though the fabric of the plushies was cheap, and these plushies in particular were cheaply made, You saw him eyeing a pink bunny. Why not? You put in some of the money that man would sometimes gift you and play. You smiled as you fumbled a bit, pretending not to pick up the watched in all punching his teeth every time you failed, before finally, you picked it up, which he excitedly gasped an excited 'yes!' slipping out of his mouth.

Holding the bunny in his arms Eligos now understands the appeal of these machines.

Gamigin SUCKS at crane claw machines! And there's not a lot of them around in Paradise Lost to test his skills since as the ruler of Paradise Lost, Lucifer thinks they're unnecessary and a waste of money and time. "If you want something that bad, you could just buy it at the store."His adoptive Big brother would say. The Young Dragon thinks that Lucifer doesn't get the thrill of winning a prize that you want so much!

Gamigin

You were on a whole another level. As you easily and quickly one three toys in one claw. He was speechless, Even though you moved so quickly each move you made seemed calculated. And you looked so serious too staring into the glass, calm and focused. Oh please teach him, oh great claw master! Teach him your secrets!

Extremely good at Crane claw machines. He has a good eye and is a lot smarter than what he lets on. So when he's bored he usually goes to an old arcade with games from either Earth or old games in hell when he's bored.

Leraye

He likes your skills and he wants to challenge you to a crane claw battle. Whoever wins the most stuff wins! The winner has to do whatever the person says for a day. And of course you win crane claw machines on Earth were much harder than green car machines in hell and he stood no chance. He is now other than your friend and lover your crane claw rival He shall get better and beat you one day and then shower you with the gifts he had one.

[kanekisfavoritegf]

professor professor

minors & blank blogs DNI pls🩷

warnings: smut, professor x “student”, age gap, choking, oral m!receiving, degrading, standingsex, pussy spanks. uh yea idk barely proof read

Nanami has never and will never sleep with his students. It’s a rule he has stuck to throughout his education career. And he has no intention of breaking it now. Unlike his teaching peers, he has never seen the appeal of screwing his student.

So this should be fine. You aren’t his student. Just a friend of one of his students. Is what he’d think every time he caught himself staring at your legs, boobs, or lips too long as you waited at the door for your friend.

He knew your friend had a small crush on him, many of his students did. But he never found interest in them, not like he has with you.

“What a shitty friend you are.” He’d whisper into your ear as he bent you over your friend's desk. Sinking into your cunt slowly, you moaned loudly, despite the tie he had used to gag you.

You shuddered at the feeling of his cock sitting snugly in your weeping cunt. You know you should feel guilty, but you don’t care. Pushing back against him, you hoped he would get the signal for him to start fucking you.

“You are so impatient; you know if you were my student, I’d spank the greediness out of you.” Luckily for you, he was feeling impatient. Pulling out until only his mushroom tip stayed in your warmth. He kept one hand on your hip while the other wrapped around your neck, pulling you up so you’d also be standing.

His pounding into you came so suddenly that you didn’t even make a sound. You silently screamed and let out a breathy “Oh.” but that was it. With one single thrust, he had left you brainless.

Humping back into him to meet his thrusts seemed to be the only thing you were capable of doing.

“Oh fuck, you are so tight.” He’d groan into your ear in between pants. He was losing his composure and fast.

His door was unlocked and the thought made him hornier.

“You like the thought of being caught fucking an older man?” He’d hiss in your ear. Tugging at the makeshift gag, leaving it loosely around your neck, he waited for your response.

“Mhm, I love it, Sir.” You’d whine.

“Why are you calling me Sir? Am I your professor?”

“No, Sir.” You spoke without thinking, too lost in a cock drunk haze to stop the title from flying past your lips.

“There you go again.” Pulling out his dick that now glistened with your arousal, he began slapping your pussy.

Slap.

“Are you my student?”

You moaned out in response.

“Answer me, Y/N. Are you my student?” His hand had found your throat once more.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

“No, Nanami!”

“That’s right baby say my name.”

He’s run at your clit awfully slow to soothe the pain of his punishment. You were now facing him, ass placed prettily on his desk. Ironically sitting on the very papers your friend had spent days preparing. Without warning, he’d be back in you. Thrusting inside without a care in the world.

It was like you had lost all sense in the world,

“You are such a pretty little whore. Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Mm Nana— Na- Nanami. Fuck!” You choked out.

Barely being able to say his name, you gripped his back, dragging your nails down his shirt. You could feel him hitting the parts your fingers couldn’t even dream of reaching.

“Come on. Come on. Come on. Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He’d pant into your skin.

The moan you let out as you came around Nanami’s dick could only be described as depraved. Saliva dropped down your neck from the amount of drooling you had been doing. Your vision was now foggy and dazed.

You were so out of it that you hadn’t even realized Kento had yet to cum. And that he was now pushing you to your knees. Not like it was hard, anyway, your wobbly legs found balance as they met the cool surface of his wooden floors.

“Open your mouth, baby. Wanna watch you swallow my cum.” The second your mouth split open, Kento took it as an opportunity to fuck your face. A string of drool and arousal appeared and disappeared between his balls and your chin each time they collided. Nanami’s groans had now turned into full-on moans. guiding your head up and down roughly. Not caring about the way one of your hands clung to his thighs, while the other lower down back to your pussy.

And as you looked up in a cock-drunk haze, tears streaming down your face and hand between your legs, Nanami would slap his dick on your face and say,

“Are you ever going to tell your roommate that you like to suck her favorite professor's dick? Hm?”

It was like his voice had some spell over you. Sinking his dick back into your mouth, you came so hard and so fast you didn't even realize you were cumming until you were clenching around your fingers, holding eye contact with the older man, as you moaned around him. Triggering his climax instantly.

[shinybearnerd]

"Notes of Chaos"

Hi everybody!

Since Good Omens season 2 is almost here, I wanted to share some of my ff with you.

The pairing is not between Crowley and Aziraphale, even tho there may be one of them in the future. They are so cute together and I ship them, but I think I'm not that good at capturing their ineffable love. Idk, I hope it makes sense...

This is my first time publishing a smut ff. I'm a little nervous lmao.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! Let me know if that's the case!

Pair: Crowley x Gn!reader

Words: 2,6k

Genre: Fluff, smut +18

Story: After the Armageddon, Crowley has been kicked out of his apartment and now he's living in his Bentley. You and Crowley are good friends, so you propose he stays at your place for the moment. He accepts, even tho he's reluctant. Days pass and you and the demon are coming to get closed and closed until one night, at a party...

-Engish is not my first language. So I'm sorry if there are any mistakes-

Every person that has known y/n would describe them as someone that has an infectious smile and bright eyes that light up even at the littlest thing.

They had always been fascinated by the idea of supernatural creatures, and as soon as they learned that Crowley was a demon, they were drawn to him in a strange and intriguing way. Despite their human nature, y/n was open-minded enough to accept Crowley for who he was.

Ever since the demon had entered their life, they had discovered an unexpected complicity with him.

After weeks of living together, Crowley had become accustomed to y/n's company and their eccentricity. Though at first, he'd been reluctant to accept their offer of hospitality, he'd gradually come to trust them and realized that he couldn't have found a better person, apart from Aziraphale of course, to share time with than them.

One evening, Y/n enthusiastically approached Crowley while he was immersed in one of the many blogs about plants that the demon followed. <<Hey, some friends are planning a party this night. Five minutes from here. Would you like to come with me? >> asked, trying to hide the excitement.

Crowley lifted his eyes from the phone and looked at Y/n, considering their proposal. Initially, the prospect of a party didn't seem very appealing to the demon, who preferred to spend the evenings alone or with a few people he felt comfortable with. But then, a thought crossed his mind: perhaps, this would be an opportunity to get closer to them.

After a short pause, Crowley nodded. <<Yeah, sure. It'll be fun.>> Y/n eyes immediately lightened up as they embraced him enthusiastically. <<Crowley, you'll love them! And I'm sure they'll love you too!>>

In the evening, the two walked towards the meeting place. Crowley followed Y/n. As they passed through the neighbourhood, the lights of the adjacent houses cast a welcoming atmosphere on the whole street.

When they reached their destination, the music and the sound of laughter greeted them. The party was on an elegant terrace, above a very chich club, with upbeat music and some people already laughing and dancing.

Crowley noticed that Y/n was like a fish in water, in the midst of people, while he preferred to remain cold. Still, Y/n's presence offered him a sense of comfort he'd never experienced before.

<<Come, Crowley, I want you to meet my people!>> They insisted, gently taking his arm and leading him.

The demon found himself in a various circle of people: there were artists, musicians and people with eccentric clothing.

And if before he felt out of place, at that moment he felt at home.

He left himself carried away by the festive atmosphere and found himself laughing and joking with guests who weren't Luna or her friends. Maybe it was the alcohol. Yes, it was definitely the alcohol.

As the evening wore on, Crowley realized how gorgerous and charming Y/n looked as they danced lightly. He was beginning to love the way their eyes sparkled with a particular light when they talked about something that fascinated them or when they talked to their friends… The way their nose crunched when smiling or laughing…

The hours passed, and the party continued in its fervency.

Crowley and Y/n found themselves sitting against the railing of the parapet. The bright colour of the lights created a magical and intimate atmosphere in some way.

There was no need to talk much. They seemed to understand each other even without many words. <<Crowley>> Y/n said, placing their hand lightly on his. <<Thank you for coming with me tonight. It's nice to have you here.>> The demon smiled. A sweet one that he rarely showed to others. <<Yes. I'm happy too. It was a... pleasant evening.>>

They were smiling at each other when suddenly the DJ spoke, telling everybody that the night was almost ending and that he was putting on the last songs.

Immediately, Y/n took Crowley by the arm, dragging him into the dance floor. The demon didn't know whether to feel bothered or amused by their gesture. He chose the second option.

The music was loud, but that didn't seem to bother Y/N, who danced carefree and sensually, as if there was no one around them.

Crowley found himself mesmerized by their presence. His ancient and mischievous soul recognized Y/n's attraction and excitement, and the thought made him smile. He even thought that they would have been a heaven of a demon.

He let himself go to the music, allowing Y/n to lead him on an intoxicating experience.

The evening had revealed a side of them that Crowley had never seen before: a wild and charming person, capable of awakening new sensations in him.

With an amused smile, Crowley followed Y/n's movements, letting the music surround them both. He no longer cared about the outside world or his worries. The only thought that mattered to him was sharing that moment with them.

At one point, they moved even closer to Crowley, their bodies almost touching. The heat and electricity between them seemed to increase. It wasn't just the music that moved them, but a mutual attraction that was growing more and more.

In a playful tone, Y/n whispered in Crowley's ear over the noise of the music. <<You know... we could wreak some havoc together! That would be fun.>>

Crowley smiled, realizing that they were playing with him, but at the same time seeing a small spark of truth in their suggestion.

<<We could, but you know, I've spent millennia wreaking it… Maybe I need a break, gorgeous.>> he replied winking behind his black glasses.

Y/n laughed, looking down as they resumed letting the music wrap around them. Trying to hide their blushed cheeks.

Something in hearing their laughter snapped in him and, without them realizing it, the demon slipped behind, grabbing them with one hand, which he held on their stomach, and pulling Y/n towards himself, continuing to dance.

Although Y/n seemed to never stop laughing, they felt their breath short for a few seconds. Crowley's touch made them shiver, but not in the way they expected. It was an electrifying sensation, a combination of awe and pleasure.

They turned to him, meeting his leering gaze, and their heart started pounding even faster. <<Crowley.>> they whispered, almost out of breath. The demon answered them with a knowing smile, moving closer. << Sounds to me like you need some guidance, Y/n. I can help you with the pacing if you like.>>

Y/n smiled. And immediately after they let themself be completely caught up in Crowley's grip. They felt his strong, warm hands on their skin as his rhythm joined in an intense, sensual dance. The heartbeat quickened the breathing of both mixed.

As they danced together, Y/n felt the heat of Crowley's body against theirs, a magnetic energy that seemed to grow stronger and stronger. It was as if their souls touched, opening the door to a deep and mysterious understanding. The more they danced, the more Crowley closed them, letting themselves be overwhelmed by their aphrodisiac smell; the more Y/n grinded and danced against Crowley. There were no words, just the music enveloping them, and their emotions melding together.

Y/n felt like they were in a trance, fascinated by the way the demon treated them. His touch was electrifying and everything they needed in their life.

Crowley, on the other hand, was surprised about how Y/n could push his emotions so high. In every movement, in every touch, he felt the pull of their power, humanity and irresistible energy. He had gotten used to being cold and calculating, but with Y/n, everything seemed different.

They continued to dance, letting themselves be guided by the music and the intensity of the moment, until they felt the demon's crotch behind them, letting out a sigh of pleasure. Which didn't go unnoticed by the demon, who gripped them closer. He leaned closer to them, leaning into Y/n's ear, grinding more. He spoke with a husky and amused whisper. <<Do you like dancing with me, my dear? >> Y/n moaned softly. << Yes...>>

Crowley's hands trailed up Y/n's hips as his sensual movements made them feel alive like never before. It was as if the whole universe was concentrated at that moment. The demon's hands squeezed them tighter, their bodies moving in unison. The dance floor felt like their kingdom, where they could express themselves without fear or judgment.

The music surrounded them more, leading them into a whirlwind of emotions and desire. Every movement, every touch, was filled with passion and mystery. Suddenly, it stopped. But, even though the song ended, the connection between the demon and the human was still strong.

They stopped to stare into each other's eyes, not saying a word. The short breaths were due to the movement and desire they felt towards each other. Crowley was breathing heavily too, looking at them through his glasses with an impenetrable gaze.

<<Follow me. >> he ordered, breaking the silence.

Y/n didn't have to hear it again. They let the demon grab their wrist and followed him, slipping through the crowd that had resumed dancing.

As soon as they got out, Crowley pushed Y/n against the nearest wall, approaching them with an intense expression in his eyes. Their lips met passionately, hungry for each other. Each kiss was a promise of pleasure and togetherness.

As Crowley brushed his hands against Y/n's skin, the contact ignited a fire that spread throughout their bodies. They felt the heat emanating from the demon, an intense and overwhelming feeling that made them want him even more.

Y/n's hands hooked on the collar of Crowley's jacket, pulling him closer. They could feel the hardness of his muscles against their body, and the energy emanating from him made them shiver with excitement.

Their breaths mingled, quickened by the desire that burned them from within. There was no more room for inhibitions, just the will to indulge in an uncontrollable passion.

As the kiss deepened and deepened, Crowley moved his hands over the curves of Y/n's body, exploring them with desire and reverence. His fingers traced lines down their back, leaving a trail of fire on their sensitive skin.

Y/n moaned in pleasure, responding to Crowley's touches with smooth movements of their body. It was as if they were in perfect harmony, dancing to an ancient tune of passion and desire.

The pressure of the demon's body against theirs intensified, and Y/n could feel their arousal spreading now. It was an explosion of sensations, a shiver that shot through their spines and spread through their entire being.

As the kiss broke off, leaving a line of saliva that united them, their gazes met once again. There was a promise of lust and affection in those golden eyes. An intensity that made their heart beat even faster. <<Crowley...>> whispered Y/n, their voice full of desire. The demon smiled at them. A smile full of mischief and affection that only they could see. Y/n bit their lower lip, their body vibrating with a desire that was impossible to ignore. <<Crowley, please... Fuck me.>>

Without saying a word, Crowley took Y/n's face in their hands and kissed them again hard and passionately. It was as if they were two souls on fire, consuming each other. Crowley's hands moved impatiently, exploring Y/n's body with uncontrollable hunger, starting to free both of the encumbrances of pants/and dresses.

Their breathing was irregular, their moans mixing in the night air with the muffled noise of distant music. It was a symphony of desire, a crescendo of sensations that carried them higher and higher.

The demon picked them up, pressing them against the wall, and Y/n wrapped their legs around him, welcoming him. Crowley began to playfully rub his hard erection against Y/n's core, who moaned impatiently. A sly smile was on his lips. <<Crowley... please!>> <<You know what to do, sweet cheecks.>> replied grinding harder against them. Y/n tightened their grip on the shoulders of the demon, who watched them in amusement. <<Crowley-… fuck. Please, fuck me hard. Ruin me! Ruin other people for me. >> With a sudden movement, Crowley thrust all of him hard, causing them to let out a strangled cry of pleasure. <<Fuck. You're so deliciously tight! ...Can I move?>> <<I'll kill you if you don't!>>

Their bodies moved in unison, dancing in a timeless, erotic choreography. Each movement was a promise of pleasure, a celebration of the intense connection between them. The more the demon moved, the more the human felt they were about to come.

As Crowley's trusts quickened, Y/n understand that he was close too. They could hear him gasping and grunting in pleasure, feeling Y/n's core squeezing him just in the right way. He tilted his head backwards, moaning and grunting into the free air as he had his way with Y/n.

<<Oh, my- fucking god! Yes, baby! Just like that!>> The blasphemy and the tone of their voice were his last straw. His movement quickened more, while his pushes became harder.

They soon came together: Crowley feeling his cock sweetly being milked by his lover's soft walls, and Y/n feeling his warm seed coating and filling them.

With their bodies still vibrating with passion, Y/n and Crowley remained embraced against the wall, wrapped up in each other and seeking the breath and the sweetness in each other's embrace. Their skins touched delicately as if they wanted to keep every spark of that magical moment.

With the accelerated beat of their hearts in the background, they exchanged an intense kiss, full of gratitude and complicity. Their warm skins pressed together as heavy breathing filled the air around them. It was as if time had stopped, leaving room only for the present, just for the two of them.

Crowley continued to support Y/n in his arms, his golden eyes fixed on their y/e/c. His hands caressed them delicately, almost as if he were touching a precious work of art. They felt every touch of the demon on their skin, an electric hiss that made them shiver with pleasure. He seemed fascinated by every inch of the human's body as if he were exploring an unknown and fascinating world. Every nuance, every curve, seemed to be etched into his mind like a symphony of beauty.

<<You're so gorgeous...>> Crowley whispered hoarsely, the words spoken with worship and adoration.

Y/n smiled, feeling loved and wanted in a way they had never experienced before.

<<And you are extraordinary. >> answered softly.

Their gazes met again, and deep in Crowley's eyes, Y/n could read a mix of emotions: desire, passion, but also a vulnerability that made him even more fascinating.

The demon's lips explored their necks, leaving a trail of hot kisses. His sensual bites on their skin made them quiver with pleasure, blending sweet with spicy in a symphony of sensations. Y/n's hands tangled in his red hair, pulling him even closer. They felt his heart beat in unison as if they had become one soul.

They lost track of time. It was just the two of them, immersed in a world of their own, a world of desire and pleasure that enveloped them like a whirlwind.

Suddenly the kissing stopped and Y/n felt Crowley's strong arms wrap around them while his head was buried against their chest. As if he wanted to protect them from the whole world and at the same time, wanted to protect himself.

They welcomed him gently, feeling the warmth of his body next to theirs. Making the demon feel loved. In the silence of the night, their breaths calmed. <<What a way to provoke havoc... >> he remarked, amused. Y/n chuckled. <<We should do it more often. >> The demon turned his gaze to look at them. A smirk full of love and devotion on his face. <<Yeah, we should.>> He brought his face closer and kissed them passionately, keeping their head in place with his hand.

<<I think it's time to go home...>> suggested Y/n with a smile. << Yes, I think so too.>>

He carefully set them down, asking if they could stand on their own. Once Y/n felt more comfortable, they dressed each other again and then left the party together. Crowley's arm was placed over their shoulders.

[raccoonface]

“Oh god!”

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Warnings- language, ehhh idk about anything else

Summary-Cairo is in a heated rivalry with Y/n.. or at least she thinks so

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Y/n POV

I have a love-hate relationship with school. I’m good at it but I hate having to spend my entire day at this place where I’m constantly being surrounded by imbeciles.

We are coming back from spring break and we have new classes to attend I have a new class called creative writing I’ve heard people talking about it I just was never interested in writing.

I have about 36 hours before school starts and I’m trying to figure out who’s gonna be in my class I can’t seem to find any of my friends on the list

I’ve been thinking about what new classes my friend CC had gotten, So I called her. It took me about two tries for her to pick up the phone

“Whaaatttt”

“Wooow CC didn’t know you were so bothered to hear from me”

“Yes I am so hurry up before my mom yells at me to take the dog out”

“Ok, ok I just wanted to know what new classes you got”

“Well my mom forced me to do a creative class so I chose either Piano or Creative writing, and I really wanted Piano but apparently not because I got creative writing”

“Phew”

“What are you ‘phew’ing about..?”

“I couldn’t find anyone with the same class as me and I was starting to get worried”

“Wow Y/n I was one of your last go-to’s that’s crazy”

“Shut up CC”

“Anyways I probably have- CC GET OUT HERE AND TAKE OUT THE DOG- ok I really have to go now bye-“

“Bye-“

Anddd, she hung up on me, as usual, but I can’t really blame her for having a mom like hers and I am so glad I finally found someone with the same class as me I was so scared I would have to do it alone.

But before I do anything else I should probably go out to eat before I starve to death, and there’s this new place I’ve been wanting to try for a while now and right now’s the perfect excuse.

I just had to find the place.. I knew it was some sort of bar/restaurant type thing I just couldn’t remember the name.

———————————————————————

I ended up finding a place which I’m sure is the right one but it doesn’t have any sort of sign or name on it.

It’s a little secluded which hopefully means it won’t be as packed, especially around this time of day. I decided to come here for a late lunch or some sort of early dinner.

Their menu was really appealing I had to hold myself back from getting everything but what was really appetizing was probably the good old (whatever food you want cuz I don’t know what to choose).

“Hello there may I take your order?” At least I know now that the people are nice here

“Oh uhm yeah sorry. I’d like the (food)” jeez I’m awkward

“Alright would that be all”

“Yeah thank you”

“No problem ma’am I’m just doing my job” of course like every waitress is supposed to

“Right.”

“I feel like I know you from somewhere” I hope not..

“Maybe..?” I have no idea..

“Holy shit you’re Y/n L/n right?” Surprise? I guess..? I don’t recognize her

“Uhhhh…. Yeah? Do I know you?”

“No but my friend knows of you and she hates your guts. She thinks of you as her school rival or something.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me right…?” There’s no way…

“No ma’am but I should probably get your order to the kitchen”

“Oh… yeah probably”

“Yeah talk to you later”

That was weird… I don’t know how her friend would know me though I would think I’m pretty quiet in school. I don’t even know who I was talking to.

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Here’s a start to the Cairo series I was talking about.

Sorry for taking an unexpected absence for a month there’s a lot going on with my life rn but I’m getting back into working on my fics.

Expect more soon!

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

So we all agree Eddie was a theater kid right? So what if Steve saw him as the phantom in Hawkins’ production of Phantom of the Opera? Ignoring that Phantom first premiered in October 1986 in London and the licensing rights to the play didn’t become available until like the 2010s OR this is modern AU

Like, Steve was dating a girl (maybe the one just before Nancy?? idk) and she was in the play as Meg and he went to see her but instead was completely blown away by tall dark and handsome playing the phantom. (the sex appeal, the dramatics, the voice).

He can’t even tell his gf how well she did because it’d just be a lie anyway, it’s like his brain was only aware of the stage in front of him when the Phantom (Eddie) was on stage.

He goes to see another showing on his own the next day and is so smitten with Eddie that he sneaks backstage and leaves a rose with a black ribbon for Eddie “To the phantom, from your secret admirer”.

Steve never forgot about his crush on Eddie “the Freak” Munson, realizes he’s bi by time Vecna happens and after everyone lives, nobody dies dammit, finds out Eddie never forgot about his secret admirer and has always wanted figure out who it was.

Robin and Eddie are talking about it when Steve comes in for work one day, “Yeah, it would be even more of a romantic story if I found out who it was. But it’s still romantic as it is, isn’t it?”

“Sure, especially since you’re so adamant about it having been a guy that left it for you.”

“Ah, we’re doing guy talk? Munson has a new crush or what?” Steve says as he slips the green vest over his shoulders.

Eddie had come out to them after waking up in the hospital; Robin and Steve having been together with him on a night shift of “Eddie Watch”. Of all people to accidentally come out to while still on the hospitals high-grade painkillers, Eddie feels lucky it happened to be to (maybe) the only other queer kids in Hawkins.

“No lady has that horrible of handwriting, Buckley, it has to be a guy. But WHO??” Eddie yells to the ceiling as he throws up his arms in frustration.

“Who are you talking about? How can you have a crush on someone and you know literally nothing about them?”

Eddie grinned at Steve, launching into his story as Robin rolls her eyes and heads out from behind the counter to put back the returns (“It’s quite the tale Steve, I’ve heard it so many times I could probably tell it just as good as Eddie can.” she says before Steve can ask where’s she’s going).

Eddie tells Steve the whole story, how he got the lead in the high school’s production of Phantom, working so hard to get the songs down, how nervous he was the first show, and then the kicker (his words): he gained a secret admirer from how great his performance was.

The whole time he’s telling steve this story, Steve manages to keep his face from changing from (what Steve has found to be) his constant state of fondness for the metal head, to one of horror as he realizes Eddie is talking about him. This whole time Eddie hasn’t forgotten what he did. And yeah, if Steve’s honest with himself, his crush on Eddie never fully died out; he shoved down as far as he could, the only evidence of it remaining through the rest of his time in school was no one ever remembering King Steve Harrington ever actually doing shit to the school’s resident freak. No teasing, no shoves into lockers while walking past, nothing.

He had almost completely extinguished it, until one fateful encounter in Reefer Rick’s boathouse.

“Wow, Eds, that is a pretty great story” Steve admits, “Do you have any ideas who it could be?”

“Loads! Tommy H. for starters-don’t give me that look Steve, you know he wants all this.” Eddie chides, gesturing to himself. “Maybe it was the stage manager, Carl? No, I’ve seen his handwriting plenty…” he tails off and thinks to himself for a bit before looking back up at Steve “Either way, I know he’s out there” Eddie rubs the back of his head shyly, “and even if he isn’t crushing on me anymore, I’d still love to find out who it was at some point you know?”

Steve smiles softly at the older man, “Yeah, that makes sense. Well, good luck Munson, I hope you find him.”

“Thanks Steve.” comes a voice as quiet as Steve’s ever heard from Eddie. They look at each other for a moment before Eddie glances at the clock behind Steve’s head. “Oh shoot! I’m late to meet Wayne!” He cups his hands around his mouth to shout “BYE ROBIN!” across the empty store, then turning to the door with a “Bye Stevie!” and he’s gone.

Steve feels every muscle in his body relax, falling hard onto the counter in front of him as his face falls and his hands come up to catch it.

Robin’s done with the returns by now and sees Steve’s dramatics, “Whoa, don’t hurt yourself there, Dingus..what’s wrong?” her voice changing to concern as she rounds the counter to him.

“Robin, I’m Eddie’s secret admirer.”

Pt. 2 will be here once I write it

Now on AO3! Several Notes of the Most Amiable Nature

[deanscutiepiesam]

⛤ Lots of yapping under the cut,, you've been warned lmao ⛤

Okay, so being a closeted Wincestie in a Destiel world is so hard, it's not even funny. Like, I'll find a Supernatural fan, and I'll get so excited to info dump with them and just talk about the show in general - no shipping involved - and then they'll go, "Soo,,, Dean and Cas, huh?? ;))"

So then I'm put in the position where I have to try to be respectful and not give myself away by saying something like, "I see the appeal, but it's not really my thing," and they'll look at me like I'm an alien and we'll just like never talk again?? And then I'm like, "I wonder how they would've reacted if I said I shipped the brothers?? 💀💀"

And like this isn't even a diss at Destiel enjoyers. I follow some artists for that pairing on Instagram because they're talented, I love good art, (and I'm desperate for spn content bc it's a wasteland over there 😭😭). And I'm totally chill with them long as they're not super aggressive about it. It's just something I've noticed about most of them.

Like they're just so sure that everyone ships them, and I'm like, "Damn, that must be so nice." Like I'm sure my family, friends, and other IRLs would burn me at the stake if I causally talked about Wincest like they do their ship (except maybe my mom, I think she might like Wincest,, idk), but they just get to assume everyone feels the same about Destiel and it's so wild.

And I know part of it is my fault. Like I could talk about Sam and Dean like they do Dean and Cas. I don't have to hide it. No one's making me. But I do like having friends and family sooo... yeah. Not happening. It's so interesting that they don't even have to worry about losing people. Like they're both silly little ships about silly little fictional guys,,, why does it matter?? Can't we all just get along?? 😭😭

Also, noooo,,, I totally didn't make this post partially because I'm salty that I can't share my Wincest edit on tiktok even though I spent so long on it because IRLs would see. And that I can't post Wincest fanart because someone could recognize my art style ☹️☹️

Anyway, yeah... I had this bottled up for a while, and this was like the only place I could share it, so if you read all that, thank you, sm <3 I'm so happy I came to this hellsite and found you guys!! <333 ♡♡♡

[tozettastone]

What’s a kakuzu fic you have always wanted to write but never found the strength to do?

IDK about the "strength" required but I've had this one in my WIP file for actual years, although @mixelation and I have spoken about it before in some detail: Highly transactional Kakuzu/Karin smut featuring a developing relationship of convenience.

Kakuzu needs a sensor for tracking bounties. Karin doesn't want to admit she's deeply into the tentacles (she is a freak (/admiring)), but he would prefer not to lose a percentage of his bounties to her in exchange for her services, so he extracts this information from her anyway.

Kakuzu accepts this arrangement with perfect equanimity. It's fine. He's seen everything. But Karin is extremely embarrassed. From his perspective, however, it's like, 'Is this supposed to be embarrassing?' She doesn't know what embarrassing even is. He used to kill people for a shinobi village.

I rarely write hetero smut but this entire scenario appeals to me on several levels.

The subversion of the hetero "old man paid in sexual favours" trope really delights me.

Also, I think Karin would be hilariously flustered to discover her weird fucking tentacle kink will lead her to providing her sensory skills to a ninety year old ragdoll monster in exchange for sexual favours. She was definitely hoping that her beauty and feminine wiles would net her a dashing bishounen instead, you know? Alas. Here she is. We rarely choose our silver bullet kinks. LOL.

Hidan is aghast at this role reversal. He's right there to see Kakuzu offer this "deal" to Karin, and steadily ignore her immediate, knee-jerk response. And he also gets to see her cover her red face and, at length, agree. What the fuck, Kakuzu. His understanding of the world is being turned inside out. Karin refuses to explain it to him, no matter how much he harasses her about it.

Karin keeps doing the jobs Kakuzu lines up because she is, in fact, super fucking into the tentacles. And... orgasms. In general. They are both living their best lives and she's so embarrassed about it.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

I Need You Pt. 2 (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 can be found here

Aaron finally comes to his senses about your relationship.

Special tag for @hotchsdoormat

WC: 2.5k words

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Swearing, angst (light stuff tho), some alcohol consumption, idk what else but lmk if I need to add anything!

A/N: Screaming and crying and yearning and throwing up pls enjoy

The next month and a half passed by quietly.

Aaron had been gone before you woke up, just like he said he would. In a state of half-consciousness, you registered his heat leaving your side. You’d stayed in bed all day after that, watching the last trickles of the storm trailing down your window.

He took the rain with him when he left. Now the world was just bleak and gray, but at least it was dry. It was cold too, and even layering sweaters barely helped. 

The withdrawals that came with his absence felt different too, much more intense. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the night ended so ambiguously. You couldn’t help but feel like something had changed – something important enough that it couldn’t really be ignored. Could it have been his way of actually saying goodbye?

Once that thought entered your mind, it was impossible to get it out.

Other times, missing him was a hollow sort of ache that you could feel somewhere in your chest. It waned as the days progressed, until you were distracted enough with your daily routine. It was easier to forget, then. Not entirely, but at least to a bearable degree. 

Back then, you blindly believed he would always come back. Now you weren’t so sure. No guarantee of anything, he’d said.

But one thing that didn’t change was you not even trying to contact him. Usually, you’d let him contact you first, not wanting to interfere with his work. Even when you were at your most desperate, you would not allow yourself to even text him. 

You figured maybe he needed some space, anyway. The best thing to do was try to find a way to keep your mind fully occupied and away from him. 

Every day, you ran the same course you always took through your neighborhood. You avoided passing by his house, not even wanting to see if his car was there. You also avoided the spot you’d met him at, just in case. Luckily, and also much to your dismay, you never ran into him.

You assumed that meant he was away on a case once more.

And so you dove into your work, often doing overtime. You tried to see your friends more often as well, and you’d let one or two strangers buy you a drink at a bar, but nothing more. The idea of meaningless sex didn’t appeal to you, even if it was a form of escape.

Though most nights, your tremulous, fragile heart would betray you, and you’d lie awake yearning. You’d try to recall the deep, smooth timbre of his voice; The way butterflies would burst in your stomach whenever you made him laugh. The safety of his embrace and the fervor of his kisses…

You wondered if Aaron was ever in the same position, thinking of you. It was doubtful, given his focus had to be elsewhere, on much more important things.

Then one night, you went to a small, local pub with two of your friends, and the sight you met there made you momentarily freeze like a deer in headlights.

Aaron was sitting at one of the round tables with a group of people. You didn’t know any of them, but you assumed they might be colleagues of his. His dark eyes found you mere seconds after, widening a little.

Despite your panic, you couldn’t very well leave after having just gotten there. It would be entirely too suspicious, and your nosey friends would likely cause a minor scene trying to get an answer out of you. 

Plus, you had every right to be there too; It was a public space, after all.

You forced your face to remain a cool mask of indifference, your eyes skating away quickly to avoid giving away that the two of you knew each other. Intimately.

“First round’s on me!” Your friend Julia announced, leading your small group to the bar. 

You could still feel his gaze on you as you slipped onto a barstool, the hairs on the back of your neck standing in awareness. Your skirt rode up a little, revealing more of your thigh, which he did not fail to notice.

But you did not look back at him, trying to pretend that nothing was amiss.

Of course, Julia ordered shots of vodka. The three of you clinked glasses before downing them, and you grimaced a little as it burned its way down your throat. The first drink of the night was always the roughest, but you knew you’d soon feel its languid fire spread through you.

The night would be much easier to bear not being fully sober, you figured.

“We should get you laid tonight,” Phoebe, your other friend, said while playfully elbowing you on the side. “Been a while hasn’t it?”

No, not really.

“I guess…” You offered tentatively. “But I’m fine, really. The chastity belt suits me.”

“Hmm, well, I don’t know. You might wanna reconsider. There’s a couple really cute guys here,” Julia said, leaning against the bar. “There’s one that keeps looking over here. And hot damn, that is one fine man.”

You glanced in the direction Julia was looking, and sure enough, you saw Aaron turning away right when your eyes landed on him. 

He looked sharp, as usual, never entirely relaxed even in a place like this. He still wore his tie and slacks, but he’d shed his jacket, draping it on the back of his chair. His hair was perfectly gelled, and you had the sudden urge to run your fingers through it and completely mess it up. 

“That he is,” you agreed, exhaling slowly. “So, I don’t suppose either of you wanna play darts with me?”

Both of them shook their heads, apologetic grins on their faces. 

“Sorry babe,” Julia said sheepishly. “We’ll wait for you right here, though.”

You hopped off the stool and made your way over to the dart boards. You weren’t bad at the game, but you weren’t great, either. Still, you liked it because it was fun, and it was a great distraction.

As you threw the first couple of darts, you swayed a little to the music — West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys was playing. It was one of your favorites.

“Mind if I join you?” A deep, familiar voice said behind you, sending shivers down your spine.

You looked over your shoulder if only to confirm it was him. Your eyes met Aaron’s dark ones, and even if your heart started racing, both of you pretended not to be anything more than strangers.

“Fair warning, though. I can be pretty competitive,” he added, the ghost of a smile on his handsome face.

It was uncharacteristic of him to take such risks. Especially since his team was nearby, but having you so close rendered him helpless. Even you weren’t sure if this was a good idea — considering you were also hurt over how everything went down — but for the time being, you let it slide.

“Maybe,” you smirked just a little. “But you seem like the type that would still let me win.”

From the bar, you could hear a loud wolf-whistle, followed by giggling. You looked over to see your friends smiling knowingly in your direction. Phoebe wagged her eyebrows comically as Julia shot you a thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes playfully, blushing fiercely. Aaron found that an incredibly endearing sight, and his fingers twitched as he fought the need to reach out to you. 

“Are you, um, sure this is okay?” You whispered.

He nodded with a small shrug. “Seeing such a pretty girl as yourself, well, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass. I’m sure that anyone could understand that.”

You huffed a little in amusement. “Just chatting me up is all?”

“I think I’m pretty lucky to just be talking to you.”

You looked back up at him then, and there was something dangerously close to affection in your gaze. There was yearning there too, clear as day.

He felt a pang of guilt. Was this even fair of him? Maybe he was a selfish man, subjecting you to such a confusing push and pull, but he was weak. He’d not lied once when he said he needed you, no matter how long the two of you spent apart.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind since the last time you saw each other. He wondered what you would get up to while he was away, hoping that you were doing well. It was incredibly hard not to reach out to you, to call just to hear your voice.

But he found some solace in the fact that he was doing his part — however small it may seem — to make the world a safer place, especially for you.

“Think you and your friends are gonna need a ride home later?” He asked, lining up his shot before throwing his first dart. “It’d be safer than a cab.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure that’s a good idea…” you said, gazing intently at the look of concentration on his face.

Brows drawing together, eyes narrowing, tongue darting out to absently lick his lips. God, it was unfair how fucking hot he was.

“Why’s that?” He asked.

“Well, I guess for starters… I’m not letting you off the hook that easily this time,” you crossed your arms over your chest, but still trying to keep your posture casual for any onlookers. “And maybe you were right about me. Maybe I do want something more.”

You hadn’t known until that moment that you would finally be putting your foot down, but you were glad that you did.It was either everything or nothing, for the in between was too gruesome to live through.

Truthfully, that'd been on his mind a lot, too. How much he wanted to just cave in and officially make you his. Not being with you made less and less sense to him with each passing day.

Maybe it was the reason he’d stood up from his seat at the table that night, like it was fate.

He stepped to the side to let you throw, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“Well, that is a conversation that I want to re-open… if you’re still willing to have it,” he said, letting his eyes rake over you longingly. “And an apology on my part is due. Don’t think I don’t know that.”

You hummed in thought, not ready to relent yet. “Is it the begging kind of apology?” 

“I can beg,” he said quickly. “On my knees and everything.”

“Cheeky,” you shook your head, unable to stop the smile that crept to your lips. “I’ll consider it if you buy me a drink.”

“Coming right up,” he said, also smiling. “Is this a bad time to say that you look ravishing when you’re angry at me?”

You glared at him half-heartedly, and he chuckled, making his way to the bar. 

—---------------------------

Of course you caved. You always knew you would, but not too easily. And of course, not yet all the way.

When you finally made it back home – your friends also in the safety of their respective apartments – you didn’t let Aaron get past the foyer. He raised an eyebrow in question, and you crossed your arms over your chest, silently waiting. He took a step forward, almost as if to test you, but you did not waver. 

You glanced down at the floor to clue him, tilting your head to the side in a silent dare to challenge you. Realization crossed his face and slowly, he sank down to his knees. What a marvelous sight he was, his face tilted up towards you, dark brown eyes glittering in the low light. There was hunger in his gaze, yes, as well as devotion. But there was also fear swimming in its depths, the kind you only find if you’re really looking.

You found it, too, in his pursed lips. He understood how precarious the situation was, and he’d probably not have another shot if things didn’t go well. He had to choose his words carefully.

“Something you wanna say?” You prompted, unrelenting.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. For a moment, you wanted to reach out and caress his face, to soothe him, but you promised yourself not to touch him until he begged. 

“I want to say I’m sorry… but sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he started. “I was an absolute fool. I took you for granted, I let my fear and my pride get in the way, and toyed with you in the process. I did not appreciate you nearly as much as I should have… But my ultimate sin was letting you believe I did not care about you other than on a carnal level.”

He shut his eyes for a moment, regret all over his features. You balled your hands into tight fists to keep them from shaking, barely able to breathe.

“Every morning the sun sears the image of you in my mind, and every night your voice plagues my dreams. It feels as though I am losing my mind,” he chuckled a little, shaking his head in disbelief. “And that’s why I’m fucking terrified. What the hell am I supposed to do if something were to happen to you? How the hell am I supposed to go on?”

You inched closer, the need to touch him almost overbearing. Your heart brimmed with an influx of emotions you could barely describe, coursing through you with every rapid beat.

“I’ve admitted that I am a fool, but I am a lovesick fool. So please, if you could find it in you to forgive me, I promise to make it all up to you. Today, tomorrow and everyday.”

“No more secrets? No more games?” You asked, voice low and hopeful.

He nodded eagerly. You extended your hand out to him, and he took it, kissing your knuckles reverently.

“I’m scared, too,” you admitted, not letting go of his hand. “But we cannot control everything, darling mine. To love is to risk heartbreak, you know, but it is a risk I’m more than willing to take if it means I get to be by your side. That’s a choice no one can take from me.”

“So that means you love me?” 

“Yes, and that is why I do forgive you,” you said, bending down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Though I do think the begging really helped. I kinda like seeing you on your knees.”

Both of you chuckled, and you finally let him stand. He dove forward to kiss you feverishly, one hand holding the back of your head while the other snaked around your middle, pressing you flush against him. 

“I love you, too,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back only to rest his forehead against yours. “And I’m going to spend my days making sure you never forget it.”

[withlove-xixi]

rank hottness levels of majima in each game/phase Now!! (pls....)

/ suggestive (its nothing bad)

ok im ngl im not entirely familiar w all the games but im ranking the ones i have seen but they're basically more or less only my favorites

anyway i'm starting w one of my all-time favorites ... my beloved goromi!!

seeing him like this makes me feel things i didnt know i can feel. is it the lesbianism in my brain is making some sort of connection? is it because his little date w kiryu was silly a hell? is it a secret third thing? i will never know. but i suspect it's because i see him like this and my brain tells me that is a woman and my lesbian instincts kick in because what purpose was i put on this earth for if not to share my unconditional and infinite love to every woman that has ever existed

anyway all i know is goromi is my darling girlfriend .. she reminds me of candy-chan (and in turn, ive found similarities between sanji and majima im certain are mostly delusions) and i want to go shopping with her and spoil her with sweets, as i want to do with every woman ever

next is 24-hour prince majima .. but specifically from like a pirate (or whatever its called)

something about him tickles me in the head (it's the hair) like hey boy, hey guy ... do you need a housewife ... ? LIKE THE JUXTAPOSITION OF HOW HE LOOKS NOW IN THE MV (?) COMPARED TO IN Y0 IS SO FUCKING INSANE TO ME. DEAR GOD.

the distant sadness in his eyes and general melancholic maturity about him makes him hot tbh. like wow i want to kiss you on every inch of your skin, i want to soothe your worries with homemade meals and warm baths and kisses between stolen cracks of moonlight, i want to greet you good morning and good night and shower you with spontaneous grand gestures on a random tuesday, i want show you everything that is good in this world and help you understand that it exists within you too.

i like this majima a lot.

h- ... hannya man ... good god ok ... i ... i need time to breathe

i know exactly what appeals to me; it's the fancy tux/suit and the mysterious aura from the mask. wow ... idk its such a drastic shift from his usual silliness ... like wow ... hey. hi. hey. are you free this weekend? do you need anything from me?

idk im just saying, he looks like he'd tell you when to cum then make you clean up the mess or like he'd tie you up and play with you for a bit. and rlly idc, whatever you say handsome~ hehehehehehe~

putting him in because i see him often (because im playing y0) but lord of the night majima and i . hes okay ..

i mean that genuinely too like. he's fine. i get the appeal. i think its the slicked back hair into a tight ponytail that throws me off a bit orz but i .. i like his vibe, or aura as the kids say .. he feels like such a loverboy, like he'd surprise me with random visits and bouquets of flowers, or he'd kiss you very tenderly and slowly, almost gently.

in terms of "i want him." he gets a pass only because he is majima and im in love with him unfortunately (tho i shall see if my thoughts on him change because im on chapter two of y0 and he hasnt even shown up yet)

then of course we have this iconic fit (i picked this photo because he looks so puppy dog here .. wow)

giggling, twirling my hair. hi. hey <3 from an objective perspective, this outfit is kind of ass like ? snake-skin jacket, leather pants and ??? no shirt?? but GOD. unfortunately, its a terrible outfit on an insanely hot forty something year old. i want you. i want you so bad.

and i dont actually know if his hair changes w this outfit, like if its short + undercut then grows a bit longer or not but ive seen pics of him in this fit w longer hair and he looks better like that tbh. also i cant shake off how uncomfortable this outfit looks like that must be so hot to wear .. but again idc im kissing you in the mouth. let's go play at the claw machines in the sega arcades and sing karaoke together and hold hands and kiss and fall asleep next to each other and kiss and get dinner together and take walks in parks and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and—

and finally my number majima one is .. !

this specific scene of majima from like a pirate where he does the thing with his finger like AUGHSDGHADNNN!!

the disheveled hair, the smirk, THE WAY HE BECKONS YOU WITH HIS FINGER. good god!! majima was alr my favorite by default because he was a weird ass freak i found funny but THIS? hello sir, daddy even, where is your shirt and do you mind taking off your pants too? qw?e@?w$e?asf?a?!!!@?e!#?!@ HEAHEHHDSHFAEr!~@?#!@!!@!mDFNDFSMA,,,,SDFM

I Need You.

(thank you anon for listening to my tedtalk and for telling me go a bit insane about my silly old man that i want so badly)

[shiny-jr]

Hellooo I found your work and have been binging it all and I saw that you didn't mind the feedback, so here goes

The retainer!mc felt too much like the YA book trope of 'edgy' Mc, like trying to show a cool and collected vibe but ends up like bella from twilight in a not so flattering way, the others felt like they did something or had the bases for the cast obsession on them to grow, this mc for me missed the mark, and I did felt like stopping mid read because I found them uninteresting, but all the others delivered for me so, I wanted to know how it ended

Also in a post you said about the retainer being important to vil, then shouldn't he show a threat or something to the new one? At least suspicion I guess, it felt to smooth for the MC unlike others

Anon, I saw this message not long after you sent it, but as mentioned in the last post, I got so busy I couldn't respond. But trust me when I say this: your words haunted me.

Don't worry, I'm not offended at all. I welcome the criticism, but goddamn this one... Look, usually when I get criticism, I nod, go "aight", and move on. I don't get offended when people critique my works. But yours legit made me clutch my heart? My pearls? Idk. I was baffled. That one kinda hurted, not gonna lie.

Let me tell you, I've been writing since about 2016. I like to think I have definitely improved. I've gotten countless messages and comments in the years since. Some good, some bad, most good, a few worse. However, I have never really cared in the sense where it stuck with me. But bro, when I tell you this felt like a slap in the face. A bucket of cold icy water being dumped on my head. Don't worry though. It was a probably well deserved metaphorical slap.

The point is, your words were at the back of my head for like a week. I actually discussed it with a mutual, and I think I figured it out. I wrote Pomefiore differently. Pomefiore is the sole result that just feels like its for the simps, probably because I was thinking of them the most when writing it. It was unintentional, I think, but that's the reason I came up with my mind.

Anyways, like I said, not at all offended. Just kinda an eye-opening comment, I suppose. I'm not really bothered if it's not your favorite, because a lot of other people seem to like it. And if there's one thing I learned after years of writing, is that you cannot win them all. No matter what you write, it won't appeal to everyone. That's literally impossible.

Okay, I digress, this has dragged on for too long, but I feel like I had to get that out there and share my response. Again, anon, thank you for your words! I appreciate it, even if it doesn't seem like it.

[chocotonez]

toxic!txt + breakups

a/n: idk man anon wanted angst and I love school/campus aus and then I love writing the toxic men?? idk just take it 😭 this isn’t really my usual content but I found the premise interesting so !! also some of these don’t really have an argument, the prompt is so broad I’m sorry lolol, also!! please don’t romanticize or try to find the appeal in toxic behavior, these hcs are merely speculative and not at all what anyone deserves, if you feel you’re in a dangerous situation text START to 88788 for the domestic violence hotline, and know you have people looking out for you, you deserve to be safe and in a happy, healthy relationship! anyways I’m done bothering you here’s the fic lmao

warnings/genre: txt are kinda dicks, toxic behavior, suggestive content, somewhat campus au, this is just me over-exaggerating speculated toxic traits of txt this doesn’t represent them in any way, angst, arguing, crying, borderline gaslighting, lmk if there’s anything else to be tagged!!

yeonjun

-he’s extremely popular all over campus, for good reason. he’s smart, funny, gets along well with others and is an active member in the student body

-he’s also just in general a very “nice guy” to be around, and you two are considered the it couple the school

-but in truth he’s just kinda a dick, it was nice to date him for the first few months but after a while it was evident you weren’t exactly the priority, and more of his repuation

-honestly you think he stayed with you because you two looked good together, which looked good for him

-he’s not directly mean towards you?? Like he’ll be very casual, “love you” or “good morning” texts but he’ll ghost you for three days and then his social media story is him at a party with other girls. but he’s very possessive over you n it’s genuinely the most infuriating thing in the world to see him wasted and enjoying his best life w everyone who has a crush on him in the same room, but you can’t even go out to see a friend he doesn’t like

-probably says “you can’t do that” if you try to break up with him, gets really frustrated and plays the victim, blames you for not giving him enough attention or space, or messing around w other persons trying to woo you

-shit talks you so much afterwards and he doesn’t even try to hide it anymore, honestly such a dick but he craves your attention so he’ll love-bomb you or show up at your door apologizing and crying

-it’s up to you whether you take him in or not, either way it’ll end in tears

soobin

-hes what I think is called an energy vampire, where your relationship is just him sapping your energy and feelings and it’s not fun at all

-probably ignores you and passive aggressively texts you because you posted a selfie w friends and there was a guy he didn’t like in there

-always makes it seem like you’re the bad person, he just wants you all to himself and it was cute at first but then you find yourself crying because he claims you don’t love him since you’re “always busy with other people”

-he’s not that much of a solitary person either, he has friends and he never even gives you a heads up if he’s out with other people tbh

-unlike yeonjun I think soobin isn’t self aware of his toxic behavior to an extent, he doesn’t really recognize how he’s sapping your energy and getting jealous over small things, but he’s definitely aware when he’s trying to win you over with borderline-manipulative statements, “I’m sorry you feel that way” type of guy

-the type to text you “who was that guy you were with” after you break up, and suddenly he’s giving you the attention you always craved and needed from him. loving texts and romantic gestures, but are you really willing to back to him?

-probably tbh

beomgyu

-moodmaker, but that means if he’s in a bad mood it is just game over for you, because he makes it everyone’s problem

-clingy, wants to be with you 24/7, he’s borderline obsessed with you where he wants your attention to be on him and only him

-it’s cute at first, but suddenly he’s sobbing and arguing over how you “hate him” and you “don’t want to spend time with him”, he’s hyper sensitive to you leaving him behind and it causes so many problems

-but whenever u hang out with him he’s such a sweet and loving boyfriend, if he only gets you all to himself, which is exhausting! so reasonably you break up with him!

-he is very unreasonable! :) spam texts you, spam calls you, asks why you would do this, cries at your front door and suddenly he’s proclaiming how much he loves you and how he needs you

-without you, he’s missing a part of himself, without you he has no one to love, without you, how is anyone gonna validate him with attention? he wants it to be you, that’s all, is it really so bad to want that from someone you love?

-no, of course it’s not, so just let him back into your life so he can use you to fill his need for affection and attention!!

taehyun

-he’s very,,,permissive in a relationship, very absent and it almost feels like your alone half the time when it comes to affection, but when it comes to micro-managing your life??

-“uh ok. sorry you feel that way but-“ he always manages to invalidate your feelings or dumb it down so you sound like a big baby, which is why he’ll make all the choices for you! even if you don’t ask!! or want his overbearing opinion <33

-but everyone finds it so cute, in the hallways he’s always holding your hand and he carries your school bag, he feeds you his snacks, and he acts perfectly fine on the outside. to everyone else, he’s just the more dominant figure in your relationship

-but then he starts getting pissed over you going to a party without telling him what you were gonna wear, who you were gonna be with, etc…

-blames you 4 being inconsiderate of his feelings when you call him out, and he actually breaks up w you and makes you feel like a horrible person by exaggerating every “wrong” you did against him

-he reverse psychology-ed you into actually feeling like you were a bad person for speaking up for yourself, and then he’s like “oh dumb baby it’s ok” and he’s so patronizing

-“thank you for apologizing baby, this is why I make all the choices, remember?”

hyuka

-constant drama w him, there’s always something to blame him for. yes him, because every time you point out a wrong he did he blows it out of proportion and act like you always make him the bad guy

-“oh, I guess it’s bad for me to be insecure about that person you were hanging out with earlier!” and then he acts like a kicked puppy to get you to feel bad for him

-after repetitive arguments of crying, you break up and it’s honestly kinda scary how intent he is on getting you back

-similar to beomgyu, he wants your affection and is practically addicted to it, so you can’t just leave him!! how could you hurt him like this?? because obviously everything is ur fault!!

-he’s the campus angel, he’s so sweet and kind so how can you be so mean? (apparently it’s mean to want personal space and establish boundaries in relationship) he does large romantic gestures to prove to everyone that he was the good boyfriend, and you were the bad person

-pays for ur lunch or walks you to class, makes it seem like you got him wrapped around your finger. and you do! kinda, but your finger is just intertwined with his. but he just loves u so so so much, so how could you let him go?

[xamaxenta]

had an idea about a MAS horror coffee shop au. meet cute on tbe surface but secretly serial murder mystery drama under the lid. now hear me out

sabo owns and runs a coffee shop in town where both ace and marco happen to get coffee, theyre both his regulars but theyre never there at the same time--

marco comes in during the mornings when he jogs during the weekend, he always orders a plain coffee with oat milk, and he talks to sabo about anything new hes found particularly interesting. hes a family doctor with a hobby for traveling, hes silvering at the sides of his hair, usually smiling, and is a down to earth guy you can trust.

SECRETLY , marco is a private detective after spending years as a battlefield medic, he consults with forensics on murder cases sometimes for his familiarity with weapons and violence. for months now hes been quietly following the gruesome serial murders of high profile officials and wealthy people in town and thinks the culprit is the citys local vigilante, the mysterious Fire Fist

ace comes in at the oddest hours of the night when hes strangely beat up or bored and orders something different every time but he never wants it to taste like coffee. he makes jokes and teases and flirts from the dark corners of the shop and doesnt let sabo get a good look at him, but hes suprisingly sweet. tells him he better not be keeping the place open 24/7 (hes not. he keeps it open 20/7 thank u very much) and always smells a little burney, but is a nice guy you can be yourself around.

SECRETLY ace is the local vigilante Fire Fist whos been protecting the city for the last couple years (does he have powers ?? idk. maybe hes just going at that shit dirty batman style) and who has been playing cat and mouse with that private detective for a while now but hes kind of got a thing for the silver fox look soooooo 👀 but hes trying to catch whoevers committing the murders and keep people (marco) safe, without ruining his secret identity and getting arrested

sabo grew up in a strict rich family to the son of an investor, not even a businessman his father never worked at all, but he grew up seeing the way people with money treated others, terrible crimes would just get paid away. so sabo left and built a life on his own instead, started a little coffee shop in an old run down building, he lives in the tiny upstairs unit but hes happy with it. hes too skinny and pale and has a weird scar he prefers to cover with hair and loose clothes, but hes a guy you feel you can tell anything to.

SECRETLY sabo has been spending his free time hunting and slaughtering members of the upper class in increasingly violent and gruesome ways, with his favorite go-to being Lead Pipe At Your Body. but hes meticulous, he never leaves a trace behind, and neither the police nor the detective nor Fire Fist can find him. sabos a vigilante in his own sort of way, the people hes killing are associated with trafficking or violence anyway, but he only knows that because hes been torturing and murdering people for information. which does not stand up well in court. so hes decided will handle it his god damn self instead

now hes trying to keep his secret under wraps by keeping his friends close.. and his enemies........well......... you know 😏

other notes:

-ace and sabo still grew up together but were separated (by the event that gave sabo his scar and hatred?? does ace know its sabo? does sabo remember its ace?? hmm???)

-sabo knows marco is secretly the detective looking for him, and that ace is secretly Fire Fist

-marco and ace do NOT know about sabo being That Murder Guy

sorry this is the kind of overcomplicated au bullshit that appeals to me only but god . i love identity porn i want there to be identities upon facades upon masquerades dude i want to not know where the truth ends and the mask begins

I ALSO LOVE IDENTITY PORN the facets and layers to this is truly beautiful

God tier au anon id love to know more if u have anything

Id love to think Ace has superpowers but what if hes named firefist just bc he packs a insanely hard punch and that is all

I just KNEW the reveal was building up to be Sabo as the serial killer gawd i love him

[class-1b-bull]

1-B's students have each been charged with baking a cake to bring to a social function, but have only remembered that shortly before they're due to leave! What do they do?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - the cake tastes good enough but all the decorations (including the frosting itself) is welded into place. He didnt freeze the cake before putting on the icing either so its all melted.

Sen - he tried to speed things up by using his quirk to mix the ingredients. Anyways he ended up not bringing the cake he was supposed to because he had to spend all day with recovery girl for the cake ingredients that got in his eye.

Kamakiri - the cake tasts surprisingly good but it looks terrible. He barely managed to get it in on time and even then it dosent look like a cake but the taste is amazing. All he did was follow some cake tutorial but he stopped watching it once the decorating part came around

Kuroiro - the cake surprisingly dosent look that bad despite how rushed it is. It could definitely taste better but it ends up being just for display anyways

Kendo - you can tell that she really tried to make it look good and taste better but it definitely looks a bit rushed. Despite everything its a pretty good cake

Kodai - no one knows how but the cake came out perfectly. If you ask her about it she will just tell you she followed a tutorial lmao

Komori - she tried her best and shes so proud of how it turned out but it looks like a blob of frosting. It tasts decently good but it has a weird after taste.

Shiozaki - she used her vine hair to help her multi task the whole time so it actually looked and tasted pretty good despite how rushed it was. Shes really proud of it (as she should)

Shishida - he has a big hoodie and like 6 layers of plastic gloves on because he dosent want his fur to end up in the cake. And putting all that on takes up half of his time before he needs it. He probably gets some help from a friend or classmate to get it in on time (overall a decent cake though)

Shoda - I cant decide if hes a better cook than Gordon Ramsay or cant boil water without it catch fire. So it just keeps flipping for each cooking headcanon i write lmao. Anyways i think the cake looked horrible but tasted okay.

Pony - she ended up panicking about how little time she had because she forgot so by time she actually started it was almost time to turn it in. She ended up just going to the store and bying a cake since the cake she started trying to cook ended up under cooked and burnt at the same time.

Tsubaraba - he never remembered to make the cake until someone called him and asked him about it. He bought the cheapest cake he found at a local bakery so he ended up showing up with a big cake with 'happy birthday nicole!' Written on it. And no he dosent know a nicole

Tetsutetsu - he set the ovens temperature to x2 the recommended temp so he could cook it twice as fast. The inside of the cake was raw still and the outside was burnt beyond recognition. He wrote 'i tried' with a little smiley face on top to try and make it more appealing but the icing just melted.

Tokage - she took no risks and just used one of those cake mixes that you just add egg and water too. She forgot to spray the pan since she was rushing so when she tried to take it out the cake stuck to the pan. She tried to cover the mistake with icing but it didnt work that well.

Manga - the cake is okay but the icing and decorations is surprisingly good despite how rushed it is. The cake dosent taste great but since it looks nice it was just used as a display piece.

Honenuki - idk how he did it and he dosent either but that cake was perfect it tastes and looks like he spent days perfecting it but he whipped it up in less than an hour.

Bondo - he probably just gets a store bought cake (that actually matches the occasion unlike Tsubaraba) and he just apologizes for forgetting

Monoma - he tried and hes very proud of his cake but the frosting gives it a weird aftertaste. For some reason despite how last minute his cake was he decided to experiment with a frosting flavor he watched a professional do on some baking show. Fully confident that he could get it first try (which he didnt)

Reiko - she used her quirk during the whole cake making process to the point where she barely did anything herself. The cake came out quite good and looked great as well. The icing was a little melted because she didnt freeze the cake long enough after it cooked but overall it turned out well

Rin - he tried and despite how bad it looks you can definitely tell that there was an attempt. (Im trying to be nice since hes my favorite but it fucking sucked okay) he probably worried about it since hes barely baked before and stayed up too late the night before looking up how to make a cake in the first place which led to him sleeping in for way too long

Gif anime - dungeon meshi