#pls ignore my rants I just needed to write it out

[clone-bar-79s]

So it’s so random, but it turns out that my name, something I’ve quite liked, wasn’t ever really chosen for me. It was chosen by my grandmother for my cousin, who was born a month before I was, and then they didn’t like it, so my dad used the name for me, because he’s like a mommas boy (to an insane degree) and he was sad that the name she’d suggested wasn’t being used so he simply forced it upon me. The worst part of this all is that I really felt close to my name and now, all I can think of is that they named me something …but it had nothing to do with me. Not whether it suited me or if it was nice, it was meant for someone else and I was simply given it instead. They put no thought into what their daughter should be called and I can’t see a silver lining to this information I have been given so late in my life

[castrotophic]

like i just wish i was rich and had the time to have regular therapy sessions and talk my bs out because i can really tell that theres smth not great going on up there lol but im just gonna ignore it because i have neither the time nor the money to deal with it rn. and i dont know if that will come back to bite me but i just hope it stops being so noticeable like soon because i cant keep having panic attacks and then telling myself im just faking my entire personality to make someone pay attention to me

[jasonntodd]

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[diaslust]

heyoo 😭 i never requested before but could you do ex!choso with a reader he thought was flirting with someone? smut or nott i dint care I JUST NEED MY GLORIOUS KING🙌

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EX!CHOSO PUNISHES YOU AFTER FLIRTING WITH A STRANGER . . . ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

warning/what's included: ex!choso, switch!choso, finger fucking, nipple pinching + twisting, semi-public sex, fem!reader, punishment sex, spit play, praise kink, hair pulling, bareback sex, whimpering/whiny choso 😫, pet names, NSFW ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

summary: ex!choso sees you talk with another stranger, noticing that they’re trying to take you home. flirting with you. he stops the conversation really quickly, and decides to punish you in the club bathroom for flirting with another man.

wc: 4.5k

a/n: i love ex!choso/dom!choso he's so amazing. if you can't tell i want dom!choso. also.... couldn’t tell if you wanted dom!choso...so just did him. he literally brainrots my mind. ((pls pls ignore if there’s spelling/grammatical errors it’s like 3 am)) ++ YES choso is my glorious beautiful vulnerable KING. thanks for requesting, anon! (hopefully you’re okay with fem!reader) i loved writing this :3 hope this is good enough for you ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

BE WARNED AND ENJOY ♡

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you scoff, seeing that being at the club with your friends in order to get over choso didn't help. at all.you ask the bartender for another drink, hoping it'd let you forget him. 

"hey beautiful," you turn to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to. it was a man, trying to hit you up. for fucks sake, was god finally on your side now? 

"hey," you reply warmly, just as you get your second drink.

while you talk with the stranger trying to flirt with you, you don't notice that your ex, choso kamo, is there too. it was purely coincidence that he was there too, as he was at the club trying to not think of you too. "for fucks sake," he grumbled under his breath. women swayed and grinded on the dancefloor, but none of them caught his attention as much as you did. your hair was utterly gorgeous, and he couldn't stop thinking on how he used to tug on it while he pounded you from the back. and jesus, how he wished to snatch you from that man's arms and fuck you right in front of him. he was already so hard, yet you haven't even touched him yet.

"so, yeah, i- i golf with my dad and, uh- corporate-rich leaders," the stranger said. he already had such an obnoxious character. you lazily nodded, sipping your drink. you also knew that this man was such a pushover. well, what did you expect? he had, like, a 5 minute rant about him investing in crypto and bitcoin a few months ago and his bank account tanked. did he seriously think this was appealing to you at all? i mean, do you look like the type of person to enjoy that shit? you weren't drunk at all, but you wished you were so you could call a cab and get the fuck out of here. 

"so, i've been meaning to ask you," he said. "do you wanna… well… get out of here? i can take you to my house and we can... well, you know," he smirked.

jesus, his ego was so high. “you know, you’re—“ 

"no, she won't be doing that," a deep voice rumbled from behind you. wait, is that..?

"yo, dude, stop trying to cockblock here. she's clearly interested," the man laughed, but you knew he was completely pissed off behind that cheerful demeanor.

is that fucking CHOSO??

"she is not interested, as she is my girlfriend. now fuck off," your ex replied harshly. he turned to you, completely ignoring the protests of the man clearly trying to fuck you. "let's go, now," 

you were going to hesitantly accept the man’s request to fuck after like 15 minutes of meeting because you wanted to stop thinking of choso. but when choso was there, you felt so much more.. safer. you wanted choso to feel your warm body, to tie your hair intimately in the late of night. you nod, happily hopping off the stool, gripping his hand tightly. choso leads you to another part of the club, where it was slightly more quieter than the dancefloor. the music from the dancefloor still poured through every crack in the club, but it wasn't as loud now. he releases his grip on your hand quickly.

"what were you doing with that man?" choso asked, folding his arms together. his muscles really showed in that shirt. youquickly smirk.

"choso. kamo. we aren't dating anymore. do you seriously think-"

"do you seriously think i would ever get over you?" he interrupted, a flush of pink faintly appearing on his cheeks. a ghost of a smile flashed on your face, but you were still pissed at him for a potential good night of sex. though, really, did you think the bitcoin-loving man would give you a good time? nope.

"choso, you still-- you ruined a night of.. well," you whined. 

"i don't care if we're exes, i would still love you. even in the afterlife," replied the stubborn, dark-haired man. 

you glance away, trying to hide your red face. "c-choso. don't-"

choso held a rough hand on your waist and brought you closer. "you know you want to be touched again by me, just say the words and i'll do it," he tugged you even closer, whispering it in your ear. 

"i- i want you to touch me, choso," you mutter. 

"say that again, baby," choso smiled, and you already knew he had a hard-on. 

"i want you to.. to touch me, choso," you hid your face away in embarrassment, but you already felt his hand sliding over to your breasts, gingerly fondling your nipples through the fabric of your clothes.

"fuck, you don't know how long i've wanted this," he muttered. 

it felt like it was only you and him in that room. 

"choso- wait, can we go to the bathroom or something..?" 

"of course, baby," he whispered in your ear. 

you both sneak away from the loud music, from the strong smell of alcohol. you both go into the girls' bathroom and check the stalls to see if anyone is inside. while checking the last one, you hear the lock click in the girls bathroom.

"fuck choso, where'd you get the keys for the girls bathroom to?" 

choso turns, leaning on the bathroom wall. "i have friends, who have friends, who have friends. you get the gist," smirking, he walks closer to you pushing you closer near the sink. 

“choso, are you sure about this..? i— people could hear us, people might need to pee, they—“

choso shushed you, smushing his lips onto yours. you immediately melt into the kiss, grasping his head and bringing him closer. you travel across the girls bathroom, until finally bumping into the sink, yelping into his mouth. but you didn’t care. even if he was trying to stop the kiss, you shook your head. you were fine. all you needed was him. the touch of him. the smooth, silky feeling of his black hair, the look in his eyes when you agreed to something. 

“all i need is you, choso,” you utter. apparently, you were thinking out loud and hadn’t noticed that choso heard you. 

“you need.. who, baby?” he asks. he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear you again. even after breaking up, he still loved the way you spoke to him. so gentle, so lovingly, so kind. after decades of harsh tones and yelling, he finally understood what it felt like to be loved. 

“wait, i— i didn’t mean to say that out loud,” you laughed. but he didn’t care.

“say it again,” he repeated. 

“i— fine.” you cleared your throat, tugging his tie, and raising yourself to his ear: “all i need, all i fuckingwant, is you, choso,” he tensed at your words, immediately bringing one of his arms to lift you onto the bathroom sink. 

“hey—“ you looked up at him, blinking confusedly. 

“tell me that you want me, tell me you want me to touch you,” choso said between his teeth.

“choso i already—“ 

“i. don’t. care. i— missed you saying that to me. , please tell me that again,” choso looked away, his jaw clenched. you were heartbroken. your breakup did affect the both of you. 

“i want you, choso kamo, to fuck me again,” you whisper. he looked back at you, his deep purple eyes searching for a hint of a lie in a sea of truth in yours.

“what— really?” he said, smiling sheepishly. 

“really,” you giggle. 

“then take it off,” 

“take.. what off?” you reply. 

“your shirt. and your bra,” 

“wow, you really love me don’t you,” you joke, smiling. choso’s face was neutral. 

you sigh, but you enjoyed it. “alright, then,” you slowly start sliding off your shirt, arching your back. you look up at him, towering over your body. he folded his arms, blinking. 

“the shirt’s off,” you say. now it was just you in your bra and skirt. 

“would you like to do the honors, choso?” you smile, signaling to your bra. choso’s taken aback, but he agrees silently. he moves closer towards you, bringing you to hugging distance. you hear the unclip of your bra, and he’s already feeling up your breasts. 

“fuck, i’ve missed you so, so much,” he groans softly. the dark-haired man starts rimming your right breast’s nipple and pinching the left’s nipple. he’s kissing and sucking your neck, making you moan a bit too loudly.

“s—shit! where—where’d you learn how to do this?” you breathe, a sweat breaking on your forehead. choso smirks against your neck. “i wanted to try something new with you,”

“i— wait,” you cry out, just as he twists your nipples.

“no, let me be in control of you for today,” he declares. 

“f—fuck, not like this,” you whine. 

“so you want me to stop?” 

“…no,” you throw your head back, already heavily breathing.

he stops touching your left tit and starts slowly taking off your skirt and panties. he starts going on his knees and biting the underwear off.

“choso, holy shit,” you say, out of instinct. you were too busy focusing on him pinching and squishing your breast to focus on what he was doing at the moment. he stands back up and starts unbuckling his pants and unbuttoning his shirt. he lets go of your chest, and you look down on his bulge. fuck, you forgot how large it was. you look back at him, and he’s so precise, so focused with what he’s doing you don’t notice his tip is already at the entrance of you. you yelp, looking down at his dick.

“fuck, i— i forgot how big you were,” you stutter, embarrassed at the fact. 

“okay then, i’ll sink in slowly. inch after inch,” he sank himself deeper into you, and you had to grasp his shoulder. you felt as if your heart staggered, waited until he was finally in. 

“f—fuck! slower, slower, slower,” you pant. your body tenses from his dick. oh god, how long has it been? you already felt yourself stretching so much from him. you both watched, whining and grunting, as your ex slowly slid himself into you. 

once he was fully in you, he grunted. “i’m- i’m gonna start moving now, okay baby?” you nodded vigorously. anything to feel him again. 

“oh, god�� yes, yes,” moaning loudly, you grip on the sink’s edges and leave groove marks on his shoulder. you felt like such a slut, whoring yourself out for choso but it felt amazing. 

“you’re taking me so good baby, fuck— so good,” your ex whimpered. you raised your legs, crossing them on his waist while he increased his pace. it all felt so fucking great, you just couldn’t get enough of choso. 

“more, more, please,” you beg, throwing your head back desperately. your knuckles grew white from gripping the sink so tightly, and you felt yourself clenching from the burden in your pussy. you felt nothing else other than pleasure, grinding on his cock and rolling your eyes back so harshly. your orgasm was so fucking close. and you knew his was close too, but you just wanted him to fuck your brains out in so many positions. 

“fuck, yes, such a good girl,” he whined, increasing his pace. “look how your pussy takes me, baby. it’s like you’re fucking made for me.” you felt the club music on the sink, the vibration thrumming through your veins. you wanted to stay like this forever. yousaw his brows furrow together in pleasure, and oh my god he looked so beautiful. you fluttered your eyes closed, allowing yourself to relax and let him fuck you. 

“fuck— more, more, more, more,” you rambled, your mouth agape out of pleasure. his rough movements against you and the sound of his balls slapping your ass was so loud, so good. you were surprised someone wasn’t banging on the door trying to piss or throw up. fuck, even to have sex just like you too were doing. even though the club music was loud, you heard choso’s heavy breathing and whimpering over it and that made you throb for him so much harder. you let go of the sink, quickly grasping onto his shoulders. suddenly, you heard him spit into his fingers and start rubbing your clit. 

“ch—choso,” you popped your eyes open. “what are you— fuck!” 

“y—yes, baby?” he grunted, focused on making you cum. 

“do that again,” you smile. “that was so fucking hot,” the ecstasy of him and the sweat breaking out on his forehead was just enough for you. choso grunts, faintly smiling. you heard the sound of his spit again and starts stroking your clit again. your legs shake roughly against his waist out of the pure emotion of sex. was this how it felt? to be fucked so well? you heard him panting, rambling about how good you felt, how tight you were. 

“f—fuck- i think- i think i’m gonna come,” choso swallows. you chest heaved, your tits bouncing from him constantly pounding into you. 

“i’m gonna come,” you scream, leaving bright-red scratch marks on his back. 

“f-fuck, i think i’m gonna come too,” he whimpered loudly. you felt yourself spitting out cum from your pussy, and he quickly pulls out, webs of thick white escaping his cock. his breathing gradually slowed, and you slowly escaped from nirvana to focus on him. his sweaty face, his beautiful sweaty body, his pink lips spreading into a beautiful, soft smile.

you panted, “i fucking love you,” 

choso pinched your nipple and replied: “i love you too, baby,” 

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[buckyalpine]

Here is a list of things that make me mad in no particular order. Angry ranting. Pls ignore this, I'm just screaming into the void. These example apply to very specific situations I've encountered with people who are perfectly capable of doing better.

People who lack common sense. Social awareness. Common courtesy. Saying "Oh my God, I'd never do that" when they've never been even close to said situation but they're now experts on how they'd act while sitting on their pristine Thoroughbred horse, sipping on English tea with their pink so high it may as well be in their nose.

People who say "Well I wouldn't care if it happened to me" or "I'm just being honest" when you point out something they did/said.

When autocorrect/spellcheck decides it cannot for the life of it figure out what you're trying to spell OR it gives you suggestions for every word under the sun except the one you want. All you did was leave out a single letter with the rest of it spelled perfectly and spellcheck decides to go into a coma. So you fix the mistake and the little squiggly red line goes away. Fuck you.

Gnats. WTF is you're problem. I've Googled this shit cause I want to know why tf you can't just fly straight, why do you have to buzz all over the damn place near my head of all places.

Flies. Same thing as above. Why tf can't you just fly straight. WHY NEAR MY EAR. You have the entire world and you decided my room is the place to be? And now we're both miserable because you keep hitting yourself against the window after noticing your grave mistake. I leave the door wide open but you want to keep body slamming the glass.

Giving me life advice on something you know nothing about.

People who don't love their pets. Yeah, you take care of them but you do it as a chore and then complain about it. Those little fur babies deserve it all, give them the best or don't have pets at all.

Holier than thou attitude.

People who laugh at those who are visibly upset and tell them they're being too sensitive.

Allergies. IDK Why tf my body acts surprised as hell every single spring. It's just fucking pollen. Why are you trying to fight it. Do you understand that in your brilliant plan to try and fight the little evaders you actually make me want to end it all because my nose is itching and my eyes are watering and I can't breathe. Food allergies are another level of bullshit. I'll never forget the day this one girl tells me she wished she had allergies? Like it makes you special, mf what??? She was being serious too.

Thin, straight, fine black hair. Can't do anything with it. It doesn't hold hairstyles, doesn't curly, gets heavy as soon as you use any product and 90% of the time it just looks like Snape cosplay. Ask me how I know

Parents who buy their very young children shoes with laces. This is inconvenient for all of us. why tf would you do this when Velcro exists. Your 4 year old doesn't need laces when they have no clue how to even eat cheese with their crackers, mf why did you buy this shoe for them?!

Bananas. Hate them with a burning passion. The smell. The texture. I hate the peel is left out and about like it isn't making the entire room smell. Don't even get me started on banana breath. (Keep in mind this is not me saying I think they're gross. I wish I liked them because they're a super convenient snack and very healthy)

People who lie and say you can't taste the banana in a smoothie. Yes, I can. You always can. You can have 1000lbs of any fruits and that single banana will still stand out.

People who don't understand mental illness/ act ignorantly to those suffering.

Big companies who ask you to donate to stuff. You're going to use this as a tax write off, stfu.

Inflation.

People who laugh at others for not knowing something. Maybe that thing had 0 relevance to their life. Maybe they learned about that because they were taught something else. Either way, how is it funny.

People who laugh at those learning a new language. You're the fucking worst. They are LEARNING. Let them get used to the pronunciation, let them get accustomed to sentence structures, let them make mistakes without being embarrassed. You're the embarrassing one cackling you're damn ass off while they're trying to do something new. You're discouraging them from wanting to continue because you feel the need to be an asshole.

People who make everything a serious debate/conversation.

People who steal. Not out of necessity but just because they can. I'll never forget overhearing this group of kids in my high school bragging and laughing their asses off over how much candy they stole from other kids. They also stole phones. These were not troubled kids mind you, they were doing this for shits and giggles.

Eczema. So fucking itchy, why can't skin just act right. It feels awful, looks awful and just comes and goes as it pleases.

People who clown you for who you find attractive. Why. If I find this person attractive, what in the ever loving flying fuck does it have to do with you. It's just so unnecessarily rude. I don't even get how its funny or why you find it okay to call someone ugly as if this is something they personally have control over.

I'm going to add more to this list.

[gtgbabie0]

A thought just came to me, and it’s fluff (kinda angsty if you squint but overall just protective leon) when f!reader (his S/O) comes home from work and subtly complains about some guy (co-worker) being “strange” and flirting with her and stuff and eventually she just comes home one day and rants about how it’s making her really uncomfy (and then ofc my bbg Leon comforts her and now has a murder plan)

I love this idea because I saw in one of your drabbles the mention of Leon not even thinking about sharing reader, and now I’m wondering what he would think of when even reader doesn’t like the persons advances and is uncomfy

If this is too triggering or uncomfortable for you, pls ignore!! I love ur writing ❤️❤️

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Ahhh thank you for requesting, I love protective Leon sm!! I hope you enjoy my lovelies!

CW- harassment

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Office jobs are already god awful, the last thing you need is some creepy, sleaze-ball who can’t take a hint for the life of him and by just your luck that’s exactly who you have to work with. The new intern, Harry, had been nothing but inappropriate with his constant jokes about the women he’s slept with, or his flirtatious manner that was horribly accompanied by his wandering hands.

It was starting to make you feel way too uncomfortable so much in fact you left ten minutes early just to avoid him in the parking lot. You had, along with several other women, already spoken with your bosses who in turn told you they’d ‘Keep an eye on him’ which was not helpful, at all, in fact, his actions only worsened through the week.

So when you finally get home you let out a heavy sigh, feeling the stress melt away as Leon calls your name lovingly from the kitchen. “Hey angel, you’re back early” he says walking over to you with a soft smile.

Leon always looks so warm and inviting but right now when he’s wearing his old collage jumper with a pair of joggers, well it sparks something in you and you just can’t help it as you practically fling yourself at him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you tug him into a hug.

He smiles when you breathe in deeply because, god, did he smell like heaven, “Yeah, I missed you- so much” you mumble against his shoulder, a sigh falling from your lips as his hands soothe against the small of your back, pulling your blouse out from where’s its tucked into your pencil skirt, so he can slip his hands underneath the fabric, his warm hands splaying across your back.

Leon catches on fairly quickly that there’s something wrong, he can tell by your tone, and when he pulls away slightly to look at you he doesn’t miss the strained smile you flash him. “Missed you too baby” he presses a kiss to your hairline, “Tell me what happened?” there’s a certain softness to his tone that melts you, completely opening the floodgates.

“Well y’know that new intern?” You ask as you both walk into the kitchen, the setting sun dusting the room with an orangey light as it reflects against the dark wooden cupboards, it was a homely feeling.

The softness of the light against Leon’s face made him look so handsome, despite the frown that confronts his face as he runs a hand down his stubbled cheek.

He nods with a stiff “Yeah” as he bites the inside of his cheek. Of course, Leon knew him, the creep wouldn’t leave you alone, the thought of him making you even the slightest bit uncomfortable made Leon seethe with anger.

“Well telling my boss hasn’t done shit- I swear he’s only gotten worse” you sigh picking at your cuticles, an action Leon is quick to stop as he holds your hands in his.

“Gotten worse how sweetheart?” He asks, tilting his head as he tries to meet your gaze. There’s a dreadful pit that grows in his stomach as he waits for your response with a certain fear.

“He just makes everyone feel so uncomfortable, I mean it’s bad Leon- even some of the other guys have called him out, he just doesn’t listen,” you tell him, noticing how the grasp he has on your hands tightens slightly.

You take a deep breath although it comes out a lot more shaky than you would like, “I have to share the desk next to his, and he keeps flirting with me and trying to touch my shoulders- I swear I’m gonna staple his hands together” you giggle trying to make light of the situation because if you don’t laugh about it you might end up crying.

The sentence tips Leon off the edge and what he really wants to do is much more than staple his hands together, but he pushes that to the side when he catches onto the tears that glaze over your eyes.

“You’re not going in tomorrow- I’ll call your boss” he says leaving no room for argument, a sudden protectiveness caging around his heart. His arms encircle your shoulders as he holds you against him with a gentle sway.

However, you know you can’t avoid it altogether, “Leon I can’t not go to work,” you tell him, pulling back slightly to look at him, anger still flickering through his eyes.

“Then I’ll drop off and pick you up” he huffs pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll put on my mean boyfriend face” he whispers, frowning very over dramatically as he brushes his nose against yours.

He stops after he gets a giggle from you, satisfied at the joy that overtakes your face although it doesn’t last for long as he pulls back, watching the happiness dissipate from your face. It hurts him to see you like this, his chest tightens and it only fuels his anger towards this sleaze.

“Hey, I’m serious” his tone is so soft despite the growing anger, “I’ll call your boss, tell him you’re not going in until that creep gets fired” he presses a kiss to your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You look up at him with a soft smile, “I love you” you whisper, leaning into his hand as he cups your jaw, his thumb smoothing over your cheek.

“I love you too sweetheart” he says, bringing you into a warm almost protective hug, kissing the top of your head as his hands soothe against your back in a comforting manner, “Let’s go get some food, yeah?” He says as you nod against his chest, feeling a whole lot safer.

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[enihk-writes]

Question, are you okay with writing about yandere? Bcs if yes, I genuinely need ur thoughts on CM as one :3

So, I've been reading the novel (ngl, the manhwa's pace is concerning) and I have begun to notice how determined and obsessive of a person he can be—per se in helping the sect to grow, killing the demon cult members, etc. How loyal and faithful he is—to the sect and his sahyung, specifically. How easily attached is he to the right person—like with the new mount hua sect, the gang ofc. And many more, JUST, like, I had the realization how much potential he has as a yandere and it got me tweaking (ofc, I do not mean to downplay CM's character just like that, he is an amazing guy with flaws, and charm, pls don't come at me)

If not, then please ignore this ask, thank you for listening to my rant <333

(!!) this is a reader self-insert discussion

nah because you got me tweaking as well like this guy has the ingredients to be a classic yandere,, i think everyone's favourite hc is that jang ilso is an extremely possessive yandere and cm is kinda like that except that he's got more "social awareness" courtesy to chung mun which makes him reel in his unsavoury behaviours...

i imagine that he's always been very protective over what he deemed as his — his family, his home, his friends and if there were anything that came along to threaten that normalcy, he would never just stand by to let it happen.

which might have lead to him being so casually cruel with the ones he deem as the "outsider" or the ones who would not help his people. i.e. the demonic cult, the sapa, the other sects and organisations that watched mount hua fall...

when a man who's already this obsessive on the daily towards his platonic relationships, can you imagine how it's going to be like when he falls in love with someone???

in my canon, cm and tb definitely fell for each other like idk abt yall but their old man yaoi was so real to me.... and cm stuck by tb's side alot even though cm never really confirmed nor denied his feelings for tb, because he kept thinking that they still had so much time left until they didn't...

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in his 2nd life, he went about determined to never fall in love with anyone ever again but when he does inevitably fall for someone new, cm decided that he won't make the same mistake twice. he doesn't waste his time and lets you know right then that he likes you. whether or not you accept his confession doesn't matter — he would still treat you the same like everyone else. except that i think that he's going to be so much harder on you compared to the rest during training.

his logic here is:

train you to be the strongest you can be > higher chance of survival > can stay by his side for a much longer time

he won't be kind, he won't coddle you either and it's to the point where if you and him were together, you'd begin to wonder if he even likes you at all.

the one time you asked him to take it easy on you, that you were almost at your limit for the day... and he said no... and it pissed you off so much that all the frustration piling up quietly within your heart poured out through tears and you asked if he's ever loved you.

cm is stunned, but only for a moment before he says that he does; so stop being ridiculous and pull yourself together.

none of that soothed you so you ask him why he's so mean to you? and cm finally snapped, you're not making sense to him — he thinks that what he's doing is the best thing he could do for you, and if you can't keep up, maybe you should quit being a disciple and just live as a civilian. and because you can't fight anymore he should move you in with him. you two could play house as much as you wanted in a place that only he knew about, under his watchful eye you would never get hurt and you both would get what you both want... is this the life you are asking him to give you?

what were you supposed to say to that? if that was his way of showing his love for you, then it wasn't the type of love you'd want. you had to get away somehow... but we're talking about one of the strongest swordsman in the jiangshu... how were you?

you tried, to your credit, like a fish in a net — but cm is smart, he figures out what you need and always strives to fulfill them all, that way you can't say you're leaving him because he can't give you what you want.

in the end, you'll be so tired out that you let him do whatever he desires, much to cm's delight. the experience had taught him how to be more considerate towards his lover, and he thanks you with unwanted kisses in a show of unfiltered affection.

finally... finally you were going to stay here with him for good.

[softxsuki]

Urgent request! Before I start I just want to say that if you are overwhelmed with asks or are uncomfortable with this request please feel free to ignore it. Anyway, can I request baji, and mitsuya with a very sunshine/ happy go lucky gf who’s always smiling but one day they see her self harm scars (that she’s never said anything about)? I’ve always been the therapist friend and the one to help people when no one else would, but no one ever helped me.

I always wear long sleeves cause mine go all up my arm and I hate them. I’ve been clean for a few years now but I never wear short sleeves due to people making uncomfortable comments and just out right being rude to me for having them. I’ve had family members yell at me for hurting myself/ having scars, never really asking if I’m ok. I just want to comforted by my favorite boys and actually be able to vent to someone without being judged and not have to keep up being happy all of the time.

Side note: keep up the great work, I’ve read through your stuff and it has really brought me comfort :’) also take as much time as you need, i don’t want to rush you

Baji and Mitsuya (Separate) Comforting Sunshine S/O After Seeing Her Scars

mentions of self-harm and scars, please don't read if those things will be harmful to you, rather than comforting pls

Pairings: Baji x Fem!Reader, Mitsuya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of scars, alluding to self-harm

Genre: Comfort

Word Count: 520

Post-Type: Headcanons

Summary: In which you're usually happy-go-lucky so they're shocked when your sleeve raises and they see scars there

[A/N: Hey hun <3 thank you so much for being so sweet and patient, I really appreciate it! I was more than happy to write this for you. I just hope this is able to bring you some comfort! Thank you always for the support <3]

Baji:

Baji is shocked, he’s used to seeing your strong side, the side of you that’s always put together and happy

You always had a smile on your face and never failed to spread that sunshine to the people around you as well, including himself–it’s one of the reasons why he fell for you so quickly

So when he sees those scars for the first time and you let him in on what you’ve been feeling behind your smile, he becomes very protective over you

Not only did he think he needed to protect you from others, but now also from yourself

Of course, this man was always protective of you, but even more so when he sees your scars

He feels bad for the times he ranted to you when you were probably going through your own struggles and he didn’t even realize it

Awkwardly says that he’s there for you if you want to talk about anything (he’s bad with feelings, but at least he’s trying)

Give him some time to loosen up and get used to all this

Yes, he’s very awkward at first and kinda doesn’t know how to go about acting now, but give him some guidance and he’ll figure it out

He loves you and just wants you to be okay, so expect a very clingy Baji for the next few weeks until you open up more to him and show your true feelings in front of him instead of hiding them behind a smile like you always did

Mitsuya: 

Mitsuya is also shocked at the sight of your scars, but he’d never let that shock appear on his face

He has always been your biggest support system, so he’s definitely going to be even more now than ever

Presses kisses to your scars, no matter how old or fresh they are, with the utmost of care, showing you how much he loves you and how these scars change nothing between you

Goes out of his way to design you shirts with long sleeves or jackets when the weather gets colder that he knows you’ll love, if you decide to continue to cover the scars

But makes sure you know that there’s nothing to hide, he accepts all of you, even your arms with scars, and nobody would be stupid enough to comment about them with him around

To him, those scars are proof of your strength, you got through some of the hardest moments of your life and you’re still around pushing through it all, he admires that so much, but he’d never let you go through those battles alone anymore to the point where cutting felt like your only route to relief

Mitusya makes extra time for you in his day, checking in on you and spending time with you to make sure you’re doing okay

Encourages you to speak your true feelings with him, there’s absolutely no judgment with him at all; you don’t need to plaster a fake smile on your face to please him

He wants to face your problems with you and help you overcome them together

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 12/11/2023

[gureumz]

hi! (idk if this hard hour ask is within your comfort zone, pls feel free to ignore this if it's not)

jungwon with a cat!hybrid gf has been occupying my mind rent free lately and i need to rant about it somewhere 🗣️

i jst think that jungwon has a master or sir kink in bed (esp since you're a cat hybrid) and he wouldn't even know it at first until the name just slipped out while he was fucking you. you wld utter the word "master" and he would immediately pause bc he never thought about it but the thought of you referring to him by a name of authority gets him so horny 🤭

i also think that despite you two not having an owner-pet relationship since that's kinda dehumanising, he wld loveee to have you wear pretty collar for him while you're in bed

(again, feel free to ignore if this makes you uncomfortable to write about 💖)

you're convinced you're about to die while in heat.

jungwon has been a big help, giving you whatever you needed as much as he could. but it just wasn't enough. something was lacking and you needed more.

your ears are twitching uncontrollably. your tail swishi ng about as you climb over jungwon's lap. he's on his phone, a look of concentration on his face.

"wonie," you whine, arms circling around your boyfriend's neck. you're already dripping, cunt rubbing against jungwon's crotch.

"again, baby?" jungwon asks, expression a mix of pity and exasperation. "we just finished, my love."

you let out a sound of protest as you desperately grind on him. "'s not enough! need you again, please please please."

jungwon sighs, setting his phone on the side. he pushes you off slightly, just enough for him to pull his sweats below his half hard dick.

"do it however you want to, okay kitty?"

you hurriedly align jungwon to your entrance, sinking down easily. your eyes roll back as you take all of him in, clumsily riding jungwon to full hardness.

"f-fuck yes! you feel so good, need your cock every day, master, please," you babble, unaware of one word that so easily slipped out of you.

you yelp as you feel a sting in your scalp. you reach behind your head and feel jungwon gripping your hair tightly in one hand. his other digs painfully into your hip.

"master, huh? need cock so bad that you need a master to tell you what to do because you're fucked way beyond dumb?" jungwon questions, tangling his fingers further in your hair.

you nod. "yes, master! need you, kitty needs you!"

jungwon's eyes darken, a smirk tugging on his lips.

"okay, kitty. show your master how much you need it."

[anitalenia]

Some updates… okay so everyone who has requested dividers either my inbox or replying to posts I HAVE SEEN THEM 😭 no need to repeat yourselves or spam my inbox saying the same request over and over, no offense 😁💖💖💅🏻

I’ve been working a lot and don’t really want to make dividers other people want right now, I did that for a while and got a lil burned out, so I’ve just been making dividers I feel like making right now 😭 it’s no offense to anyone, and I’m so happy that people love my dividers but pls understand I have a lot of requests in my inbox for them, it’s going to take a while to finish them all. And even then, it says on my homepage DIVIDER REQUESTS CLOSED (which apparently no one has paid attention to besides a few blessed people), unless you want to wait weeks / months for them to be made. I’m focusing a lot on work rn and barely even post on Tumblr nowadays as it is. I’m trying my best, but I’m not going to make dividers I’m not 100% committed to. Quality over quantity 💅🏻

Sorry for the rant but that’s all I had to say. Again no offense to anyone, I deeply appreciate the support and love my dividers get but you’re not the only person who wants dividers, a lot of people do and like I said they’ll get done when they get done 😭 I’m not being paid to make them, it’s on my free time which I don’t really have a lot of right now. And I’ve been wanting to write dc things for some reason, any fellow writer knows that when inspiration strikes you NEED to act on it before it’s gone 😙

Anyway, not trying to seem rude or ungrateful just trying to be honest. LOVE YOU ALL 💖 I promise I have seen every request, no one is being ignored or deleted 💖

[luvv4svt]

Scandalous - JWW

Pairing: President!Wonwoo X Mistress!Y/N

Rating:18+

WC:2,104

Summary: Messing with a married man was bad enough right? It's worst when he's president. It's even worse when you show up to his office despite him telling you not to.

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap before tap), slight boob play, masturbation(male and female), cheating, cuss words, mentions of both characters being selfish, smoking(not rlly Y/N just has one sitting between her lips) mentions of male and female genitalia, slight slut shaming, kissing, seduction, denial of release, oral sex, slight teasing.

MDNI!!!

A/N: I had so much fun writing this also this is one of the first things I've written and completed in months without deleting it and closing the doc also the only knowledge I have of sex is from reading and watching porn so pls don't attack me. Anyways enjoy this piece and stay blessed x.

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Wonwoo walked down the hushed hallway, his shoes tapping lightly against the floor as he passed the pictures of his predecessors. He felt the weight of their eyes on him as he travelled through the dimmed hallway. He held his phone to his ear as he listened to his wife rant about her day to him. 

“Of course sweetheart, I’ll discuss with my advisers.” He assured his wife as he turned round the corner, heading straight to his office.

He placed his hand on the doorknob, and let the door widen a bit before pushing it open. He felt his heart stop as he walked into the room. There you were, sitting on top of his desk whilst a cigarette sat between your lips, displaying casual confidence. 

“Wonu, baby are you still there?” His wife questioned, oblivious to the scene he had just walked into.

“Yes I’m here darling, something came up and I have to call you back okay? He answered as his eyes raked up your figure, noticing the way the tight blue top clung to your chest like a second skin.

“Alright, honey see you later.” His wife responded as he ended the call, taking slow steps towards you.

Wonwoo felt alot of emotions hit him, ranging from shock to confusion to anger and then to longing. He had strictly told you never to show up to his office because he was the President and he needed to keep his image squeaky clean, he couldn’t have anyone know of your affair because it would destroy everything he had worked for. Also, he hated mixing business with pleasure.

Wonwoo knew he had two choices, he could either put an end to your antics or he could allow himself to fall into your trap once again. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said, frustration laced in his tone.

“I know.” You say allowing a smirk to make its way to your face as you take out the cigarette.

You were aware of the risk you were taking. Messing around with the President was bad enough but you didn’t care. You wanted him and you were going to have him no matter what.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” You continue, watching the way he tensed as he looked at you.

"This isn't the time nor place." He seethed.

“The things you do and say to me.” You breathe out, ignoring his previous remark.

“The way you touch and kiss me.” You seductively say as your hand travels up your chest to your neck.

“The way you make me feel.” You shamelessly state, watching as he closes his eyes visibly contemplating whether he should give in to your temptation. 

You slowly start parting your legs, “Open your eyes, baby.”

Within seconds his eyes were open, raking down your body for the second time this night.

You could tell it was working as a tent began to form within his slacks, showcasing his arousal. 

“Don’t fight it, darling, I know you want it.” You tempt watching as his jaw clenches.

Now your legs were completely apart, you struggled to hide your smile as he walked towards you. He murmured something as he walked over to you, standing between your legs. Almost immediately his lips were on yours, kissing with so much passion and intensity.

Bingo. 

“Mmh.” You moaned against his lips as you kissed him with the same amount of intensity.

He trailed kisses down your nape, as your hand held his shoulder to steady yourself.

You moved your neck, granting him more access. He gently nipped at the skin then began to suck on it causing you to moan out in pleasure.

You wanted him to take you and mark all over your body.

You pushed him off of you, standing up from the desk and began to remove your top seductively revealing your bare chest. The air of the room hit your nipples instantly, causing them to harden along with your arousal. You threw the top to the ground and seductively shimmied out of your skirt allowing it to join your top on the floor. Now you were naked, the only piece of clothing remaining were your panties. You quickly pulled them down and kicked them to the side, joining your top and skirt.

“Go over to the couch, spread your legs and play with yourself whilst watching me undress.” He ordered and you followed his instruction without hesitation.

The cold feeling of the couch against your naked body set off a chain of goosebumps across your skin as you adjust your position on the couch. You trailed your hand down to your pussy, feeling your wetness coat your fingers as Wonwoo removed his blazer painfully slowly. 

You insert a finger into yourself causing a gasp to escape your lips. You start slowly at first trying to find the right pace. 

“How’d you get in here?” He questioned as he undid the buttons of his sleeves.

“I pulled a few strings.” You respond as you continue to finger yourself.

“Add another finger.” He instructs as he unbuttons his shirt, eyeing you like a piece of meat.

You oblige with his request as your fingers slide in and out of you slickly. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on Wonwoo but the pleasure you were feeling was too good. Your eyes clamp shut as you moan.

“Eyes on me pretty.” He demands.

Your eyes fly open, Wonwoo was finally unbuckling his belt.

You bit your lip as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over you. Your wetness trickled onto the couch. You add another finger as your stomach begins to tense up.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groan out as you watch Wonwoo remove his boxers, revealing his thick, long cock leaking with precum.

A moan escapes your lips as he walks towards you, your breathing rate increases as he inches closer and closer.

He spreads your legs wider, before kneeling, he places your legs over his shoulders. His breath fans against your cunt as he removes his glasses before peppering kisses down your stomach to your pussy. His tongue glides across your clit so freely that it causes you to let out yet another moan.

“Quit teasing.” You manage out as you try to recover from the brief but powerful action. 

Almost immediately, he attacks your clit by sucking and licking on it. You become a moaning mess as he continues to work wonders on your pussy. Your fingers weave their way through his hair as your back arches off the sofa. 

“Fuck Wonu, you’re so good, baby.” You compliment him as you feel him smile into your clit.

The familiar feeling of your stomach clenching up in pleasure returns as he continues to lap at your cunt. You feel yourself inch closer and closer to the finish line. A guttural moan escapes your lips as you feel yourself come undone on his tongue.

Your body jolts as it tries to recover from the pleasure. Your eyes water due to the overwhelming sensation. After some time, Wonwoo smiles up at you whilst his chin is sheathed with your wetness.

Wonwoo gives you a few moments to calm down, he strokes at his cock as he peers down at you.

You sit up slightly then part your legs before looking up at him, a naughty smile paints your face as you anticipate his next move.

He takes small steps towards you as he continues to stroke his length, desire evident in his eyes.

“You’re selfish you know.” He says.

“How so Mr President?” You mock as you engage in the unofficial staring contest.

“You came here to see me after I strictly told you to never come to the office.” He answered, now he was a step away from you. A step away from destroying you, a step away from being unfaithful to his wife once again.

“So are you.” You retort as you feel your heart fight against the restraint of your chest.

He turns his head to the side and furrows his brows in fake confusion,” How so gorgeous?” He repeated, tone laced with a hint of mockery.

Now he was in front of you, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“Yo-” You pause, gasping at the feeling of him inside you. Although you two have had sex multiple times in the past, his size never failed to shock you.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” He continues,” Cat got your tongue?” He teases before thrusting into you.

“Now tell me, how am I selfish?” He requests as he continues thrusting into you gently.

“F-fuck.” You moan out as you grip his shoulder for support.

“Tell me now or you’re not cuming tonight.” He seethed through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, you suck in a breath,” Y-you’re selfish b-because you have a w-whole ass wife, yet you m-mess around with m-me.” 

With that, he quickens his pace, causing your breasts to jiggle due to the pace of his thrust. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you become a moaning mess. You were in a completely different plane of existence. 

“Y-you can’t h-have your cake and e-eat it too.” You add 

It’s almost like your comment strikes a nerve, as it seems he increases his pace once again causing a string of moans to exit your lips. 

Now, he was practically pounding into you, causing both of you to let out sounds of pleasure. 

“What you’re forgetting gorgeous.” He starts as he thrusts into you mercilessly

“I’m the motherfucking president.” He grits out, his thrusts becoming harsher and harsher by the minute. You knew you were going to be extremely sore after this but you didn’t care. The way he felt inside you was delicious.

“I can be as selfish as I want.” He groans out as you squeeze around his cock.

You couldn’t even respond to his answer because of how fucked out you were. Your hair was a complete mess along with your makeup that had smudged along the way. Your hand was now on your nipple, pinching and pulling at it as moans of his name exited your lips like a mantra.

Before you knew it, he had lifted you off the couch and walked over to his desk, he pushed off all the things on his desk before laying you down flat. He thrusted into you again without warning drawing out yet another moan.

You felt a knot begin to form within your stomach, You gripped his arm drawing his attention to you. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You manage out feeling his pace slow down.

“Don’t you dare.” He orders, his hand had now found its way to your clit and he began to rub at it.

Your moans grew louder and louder as he hit your cervix, sending a bundle of sensations through your body. You didn’t care who heard you now, all you cared about was chasing your orgasm.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter as you tried your hardest not to come undone on his dick.

You could tell he was close to the edge as well, his thrusts were growing sloppy and his cock began to twitch within you. It was getting harder to hold out on cumming. 

“Cum for me baby.”He groaned out 

With that, you let go of your inner restraint and came all over his cock, you twitched as he continued to lazily thrust into you.

A moan escapes your lips once again as he pulls out, he starts stroking his length again before asking you to kneel before him. You get off the desk and get on your knees before wrapping your hand around his length, sucking at the tip whilst jerking him from the base. 

With a final suck, you took him out of your mouth and continued to jerk him off whilst his moans and groans filled the room. Thick, white ropes of cum spurted out of his dick onto your tongue and parts of your face. 

You wipe some of it off and bring the finger to your lips before sucking it off whilst locking eyes with Wonwoo. 

“You’re so slutty.” He breathes out.

“Only for you.” You answer as a naughty smirk makes its way to your face.

You stand up and walk over to him before pushing him back onto the couch, you swing a leg over his lap and settle down on his cock whilst your lips move to his ear.

“You’re mine tonight, Mr President.” You whisper as you slowly begin to bounce on his cock.

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[jinuaei]

i remember seeing ur plagas priest art for leon and thinking "damn these designs go hard asf" maybe u could do like ...plagas leon but like a monster ver?? i feel like ur interpretation of mutated monster plagas leon would b rly cool idk just throwing an idea out there 🤔🤔

This is not as monster like as I wanted but oh well. Also its only a sketch bc I had to show it as soon as possible or my brain will tell me to change it and waste another 3 days just remaking it over and over.

Had to do some extensive research to get a design that would fit the actual Lore (which was not needed really, eventually ignored it)

It's based on the fact that he was injected with the recessive strain of plaga in re4r(I could be wrong), instead of outright becoming like those headless ganados I went for the more graceful approach. Tentacles are what I noticed at first and I wanted that for monster plagas Leon. Since he doesn't have the dominant species the mutation is not as severe as the others, i.e Krauser and Saddler.

I didn't write this on the notes but I wanted the arm to be blackened, maybe from of necrosis, but really I just wanted black arms because its sexy, and the veins ties it all neatly.

You may notice that the hair is different here, and it's what I said earlier. I keep changing stuff. pain. was making it with re4 Leon but then my brain said PLAGAS PRIEST!!!!!!!

Anyways, loved the veins theme, kept it. Mouth is the product of my brain suddenly hyperfixating on yautjas for like 2 hours and yeah.

I do wanna say that I was heavily inspired by the amazing artists here on tumblr, I was scrolling down the plagas Leon tag and there's so many great designs, albeit kinda repetitive (pls dont hate me). And well the initial design was gonna be the same but yk, I had to perfect it and wanted it to be accurate. Then began the research.

This was the sketch for the initial design before I changed it to tentacles.

That's my design, sorry for the rant it could've been shorter.

[saintobio]

Omg ok ok hello! I had this huge rant in my head about sy and sn so pls feel free to ignore it, but I love your writing so much and it gives me some STRONG FEELINGS. First of all it surprised me that I like the way you write y/n cuz she doesn't become a "bitch" after the whole deal with Gojo and have some elaborate revenge plan, but she is also not a goody two shoes (even if she stayed with Gojo earlier but she had a lot of external pressure to stay in the marriage). Not that those tropes are necessarily bad but it's just more realistic this way. She's just a person who has been deeply hurt and is trying to do right by others. Even if she has made big mistakes, she still wants to make up for them cuz she's not completely in the right either. Also getting bashed by everyone for trying to make amends/ not following their advice regarding you own life; while very triggering for me (lol) is also just such a natural reaction. Not right, just natural. When things get out of people's hands and they want to blame someone for it, they often go for the one who is actually trying and won't retaliate if for nothing than to just keep the peace. Also wanting people to understand your side of the situation yet feeling undeserving of it at the same time because of your mistakes is UGHHH I feel like you do that so well! It's amazing but genuinely heartbreaking to see how far Satoru has come as a person too. Also when he thinks about how he wants to be a better person for Akemi IT MADE ME WANT TO PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL... cuz WHY COULDN'T HE BE LIKE THAT FOR US!!! At the same time we have moved on without him, so if we are allowed that luxury then why isn't he? It's just so ANGSTY AND SO SO GOOD! Because we love Satoru we always will but he had a chance and he fricked it over terribly! So it would be idiotic to go back to him but at the same time the heart yearns for him. This is a side tangent but whenever any character says "this is not like you", "you have changed, this isn't how you'd act" makes me so MAD lol (maybe bc I am triggered?) But these guys WATCHED MY GIRL GO THROUGH SOME HORRIFIC SHIT AND STILL EXPECT HER TO NOT BE PERMANANTLY AND IRREVERSIBLY CHANGED???!! ;-;; IDK what they want from her oof >.< I do think Akemi is a shitty friend but I can't bring myself to hate her completely. Seeing them together is so ANGER INDUCING AAAAA (and her wanting a family with him is fine BUT THIS EARLY?!JUST AFTER ADMITTING YOU FEEL "SORRY" FOR BETRAYING US?! IT MAKES ME WANNA HURL HER TRHOUGH CONCRETE) but at the same time Satoru and Akemi both deserve someone who can love them. It feels hypocritical to be angry when we ourselves told him to move on and find someone who can love him the way he deserves. It's just very very shitty it had to be them. Sera is also such an interesting character. She has a lot of traits that I admire a lot. Her resourcefulness and complete and utter pride/confidence and being unashamed to ask for things/ stand up for herself (even when she is wrong) is something I wish I had sometimes. Still wanna stick her head through a toilet tho and yet when a person who slept with a married man can see the bloody violation of girls' code that is sleeping with your bff's EX HUSBAND oh BOY you should KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG. I have no strong feelings for Toji (cuz I don't like him much anyways but that's just personal bias XD )but I do think his anger and frustration is well founded especially since he runs over whenever the reader needs him. He's so supportive and invested and honestly he deserves someone who can give that back to him. It's kinda sad but then again I don't like him much to begin with lol.

OH AND THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER IS SOOOOO PAINFUL. To always be the second choice even for YOUR SON OHHH MAN I'D RATHER YOU PUT A KNIFE THROUGH MY HEART ;-;

All in all I hate how much I love this series and love to hate these characters and take out my repressed anger on them cuz I can't do that irl. This series is my Roman Empire lol. It's so painful, yet so beautiful and it makes you FEEL so many things and yet hold out hope for things to become better. I love this, love you and your writing- ok mwah bye bye (and thank you if you read this rant put together by my post nap, barely coherent brain) I have so much more that I want to say. I can write essays about this series and how it uses so many technically "cliche" tropes but it is anything but cliche . Truly some of the best angst I have read like ever!

oh wow !! i don’t even know what to say, this feels like such a comprehensive review of the sy series sdksks but i think many readers could definitely relate with some of ur points here :D this is such a nice perspective to read, thank you so much for sharing and tysm for reading sn/sy aaaaa i’m happy u enjoy the angst as much as i do <3

[writefightandflightclub]

Santi saying “Right there, huh? That’s the spot?”🥵😢

Thank Me Later: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader

Rating: EXPLICIT. 18+ ONLY. Do not read further or engage unless you are over 18. ⚠️

Summary: your friend knew exactly what she was doing seating you next to this guy called “Pope” at her wedding. He’s ever so clearly trouble. However, given you’re in the mood to be trouble right back, you can’t stay mad at your friend for long.

Genre: smutty!

Warnings: finger-banging, mainly. Alcohol consumption. Restroom at a wedding deviance. Reader has a brother - but no descriptions.

GIF: by @uomo-accattivante (pls tell me if you’d like me to remove this!)

Author’s note: this is a rather quick one, written in snippets over my work breaks. Honestly, I’ve been getting too in my head about writing (or at least posting) any smut lately, so I hope you enjoy this! (Anon, I hope I did this glorious prompt justice! Thanks for sending it to me! 🧡)

You quaff some more of the table fizz, despite the fact you succumb to a grimace of distaste every time you take a sip. It’s so vile you swear it’s an outright act of evil that your friend - the bride - chose this concoction for her special day.

“Not hitting the spot, huh?”

You blink at the handsome man seated to your left, cursing your friend all over again for this seating arrangement. Now that -and you’re counting- is the second direct act of evil committed by her today. Oh, she for sure knew exactly what she was doing when she seated you next to him.

He - Pope, his name is - looks so good in his midnight blue suit that you could believe that he was created for the sole purpose of attending weddings and copping-off with the sexy maid of honour. (That’s you.)

Your friend could even have saved herself a few bucks and plated you up as dessert, you think, since you’ve already turned to jelly under his attentions.

“No it is not. It’s disgusting. It’s practically an act of outright warfare.” His delicious lips twitch around a smile as you continue to rant on the injustice of it all, and -damn him- he continues to listen attentively.

It’s true, that despite your best efforts to ignore him - and his blatant aura of trouble - you’d each relegated the bores seated to your respective left and right to the No Talking Zone. And, in fact, you and he may as well have been seated at a table for two, given you’ve spent the whole three course meal getting to know each other better. Getting, also, to dream up a new position you’d enjoy him taking you in with every passing moment. As you dream up yet another, deliciously sordid images multiplying in your head, a blanketing heat flushes your skin. And, in your attempts to cool off you forget, taking another swig of your damned “drink”, resulting in you grimacing all over again. “But then - she never did have any taste. Look at that complete douche she’s married.”

He looks at your mouth. His gaze briefly dips to your cleavage. His corded throat bobs with warm, roughly hewn laughter. “Isn’t that douche your brother?”

“Uh huh.” That was your friend’s original sin.

Pope eyes you with amusement as you drain your glass, suddenly feeling like you need the courage just to survive him looking directly at you like that.

His flirting -not that you’re complaining- is becoming increasingly brazen. He’s a confident one, this dude. He knows he’s pretty. And, his flirting combined with your gradually depleting better judgement, is a dangerous combination. Almost as dangerous a concoction as this god awful fucking wine.

You skim back over the interaction so far, attempting to consolidate your position. You suddenly think - with horror - back to the moment he’d commented good-naturedly on your evident disdain for the entire institution of marriage. You’d blurted out “Marriage? I’d be grateful just to get laid, honestly. Let’s start there.”

You recall how his gaze had become positively pornographic - his smirk devilish - when he’d responded to your assertion. “Okay. I can definitely work with that.”

He brushes your forearm with his fingers, and his touch crackles along your skin like a lit fuse. It snaps you back to the present moment, your desire urgent and running out of line.

“Well,” he purrs next, continuing his advances. Leaning closer toward you and sending a pleasant shiver shimmying down your spine as his warm breath contacts the shell of your ear. As his fingers skim sensually down your bare arm. “Since the drink’s not working out? I bet I could hit the spot for you.” Pope draws back ever so slightly, allowing you to see the flash of wanton desire sparking in his lust-blown umber eyes.

Christ. He smells good. Smells an awful lot like cologne you’ll be reluctant to shower from your skin later tonight. Smells like someone you’re very much about to fuck in some cramped wedding venue bathroom.

You blink at him wordlessly for a moment as his hand slides on to your thigh, a swallow sinking down your neck. The warmth of him bleeds through your thin, silky dress, his palm easily slipping further up and up without resistance - from you or the fabric. Your mouth drops open with a breathy, eager sigh, and you hate your friend juuuust a little more for getting you into this terrible mess.

“What do you think?” he intones, his voice thick and packed like crushed velvet. “Wanna find some place a little more quiet?”

“You’re s-serious.” Your voice is full of telltale tremors already, and he’s barely even touched you.

“Oh yeah.” He looks so very pleased with himself already. Doesn’t he? “You’re the most miserable bridesmaid I’ve ever met. Wanna see if I can turn things around for you.” He plays it straight, but you can’t help but note the more gentle, more sincere dose of mirth dancing in his molten eyes - and so, you finally crack your first smile of the entire dinner service. Entirely at his expense.

After all. He might be trouble, but why on earth has he got it in his head that you’re a good idea? “I take it you like a challenge then?” You’re hardly known for your sunny disposition. You’re notoriously hard to please.

Unphased, however, Pope takes your hand in his and, in a gentlemanly fashion, politely raises you to standing. He leans close once again, winding his arm around your middle. “Hermosa.” The sound is abrasive and delicious, almost like rough fingers grazing your skin. It makes you tingle everywhere. “Maybe I just know what’s good for you.”

Well that’s an assertion you’d like to see him back up, and so, you hook your arm in his and pace out - to find somewhere a little more… quiet.

Your friend -traitor- sees you leave arm in arm with him, causing her face to shine with an absurd level of directional glee, her eyebrows reaching towards her hairline first in shock, then pumping suggestively.

Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing alright.

She clearly knows your every weakness, as well as the fact this man is the embodiment of every single one of them. A silver-haired, brown-eyed fox, packaged in a sexy, tailored suit? You were done for the moment you sat down, weren’t you?

Even so, despite your friend’s evident glee at your imminent hook-up, you scowl, shooting her the middle finger as you pass the top table. “Don’t even.”

Hey. You can thank her later; if - and only if- this guy lives up to his own hype.

***

That’s how it happened.

That’s how you had found yourself here like this, pushed up against the tight restroom wall, your right leg hitched up and hooked over Pope’s hip. His corresponding forearm slid along the length of your thigh and his palm curling underneath your ass cheek to support your position.

It’s his other hand though, which has you in all sorts of trouble. It’s his other hand which is sunk knuckle-deep inside you, curling into every sweet spot and dragging delicious, deep, electrifying friction over your walls.

Your arms brace over his shoulders to keep you upright, the leg supporting your weight growing increasingly shaky. Your fingers skim over the soft but crisp cotton of Pope’s shirt, his suit jacket now hung neatly on the peg of the bolted rest room door, and his right-arm shirt sleeve rolled up to his elbow, the veins and muscles in his tan forearm popping as he works himself into you - first with one thick finger, then two.

“Pope,” you protest weakly as he ravages you beyond expectation or comprehension. “There are gonna be after dinner photos. I’m gonna look… fucked.”

“Mmm. Better make it worth it then, huh?” He kisses along your jaw where your head is tipped back against the wall in ecstasy, his stubble leaving a pleasant burning scrape in its wake. His rich, layered scent rubbing off onto your skin.

His mouth latches eagerly over yours and he tongues you with relish, a gruff moan blooming from his throat into the cave of you. He seems to be enjoying you. Enjoying the way his fingers are making you wet enough that he can hear that obscene squelch sound with every pump of his hand. You drink his sounds down, moaning right back into him, your palms slipping down his shirted, shapely chest in almost complete surrender. His impossible jaw working his lips against yours with vigour.

“You gonna get there?” he enquires gently. “Feel good?”

You have no doubt that you’re going to gush all over his practised hand within moments, but you don’t want to give it up quite so easy - if you can help it. “You expect me to be able to cum in this horrible, pokey bathroom?”

“Look at me,” he grits, his deep, dark, brown eyes latched on to yours. He practically growls. Nips your bottom lip in between his teeth until you lightly yowl in protest. “That’s exactly what I expect.” He looks you directly in the eye as his fingers stretch you open, his thumb meticulously nudging and massaging your clit in time with his languid, rhythmic strokes.

It’s good.

God, it’s good.

But now you’re getting too in your head.

What if someone knocks? Hears? What if Auntie Edna need the restroom and- “I can’t!” you protest breathily - in frustration- even as you writhe yourself on his hand, bucking into every long, thick, curling stoke he delivers you, his fingers precise and consistent.

“Fuck. Princesa. Do you ever stop complaining?”

“No.”

And with that, he thrusts a third finger into you, adding a far more insistent pressure against your giving, welcoming walls.

“Mmmmpppphhh,” you muffle then into the junction of his neck, your head falling forward as you give in and succumb to all the sensations he’s bestowing upon you. You bask solely in the steadily building and electric pleasure sparking out from your core. Reaching out to cling to every extremity.

You moan into his neck, huffing hot, grateful breaths against his skin. Licking over each crevice and contour of his throat with the flat of your tongue and press of your lips. Tasting the buzz of his cologne on your tongue.

“Pope,” you plead, though you know not yet quite what you are begging for. You are confident enough now that he will know just what to give you.

Luckily, indeed, Pope truly does seem to know what’s good for you, what you need, and the precise pads of his fingers and the drag of his clumsy knuckles hit a spot inside you which sends white hot sensations blooming out from your middle. The sudden, warm expansion of this pleasure compresses everything else in you, punching an abrupt, abortive moan from your lungs, which dies on your opened lips.

“There you go,” Pope purrs, even more pleased with himself now, his voice all smug honey flecked with grit. Reading you keenly, his fingers repeat their motion, moulding to you just how you need. “Right there, huh? That’s the spot.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as he hits exactly where you want him, rubbing over your swollen arousal; but still, for some reason, you refuse to give him the satisfaction - even if your breathy, undone voice gives it away for free. “Sure. If you say so.”

He grins, still cock-sure of himself, and he bucks the sizeable, straining mass beneath his suit pants zipper up against your thigh for good measure too. You almost clench around his hand from the thought of that -what else he has to offer- alone. Could almost get off just from his big dick energy, which alone feels like it could penetrate you deep enough to count. “Don’t know why you’re fighting it, hermosa. Told you I know what’s good for you.”

He kisses you then; your mouth, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. The sound is percussive and sweet and slick and in time with the wet, messy noises between your legs, your arousal now dripping down his fingers and pooling in his broad palm, inching down and over his hand.

He groans in disbelief at the feel of you -perhaps at the thought of burying himself in you for some relief of his own- and he hitches your leg a little higher on his hip, hooking your knee over the meat of his pert, ample ass. He braces his sturdy legs slightly, and it marginally adjusts the angle at which he can fuck his fingers up into you.

The slight adjustment is pure bliss, and God. You don’t want him to ever stop touching you like this.

“If you don’t want it, Princesa…” he slowly drags his fingers from your heat, withdrawing this heaven from you only to tease, and in desperation you clamp your hand down on to his veined, sturdy forearm, keeping him in place.

“No! No,” you protest, voice barely above a whisper but no less robust with conviction as you writhe your core on him. “Don’t stop. Right there. Please.”

With a smug, lopsided smirk Pope redoubles his efforts, surging back into your heat, scissoring his fingers slightly to increase the swell and pressure of him inside you. A moan unspools itself from deep within your chest and you bite down on your lip to quell it, your breathing ragged. Mingling with Pope’s own panting - his torn, shredded breaths. Satisfied now, however, that he’s very much about to prove his point, Pope continues where he left off, his fingers delving into you and squeezing your sweet nectar out from around them, filling you up with his girth.

“Uh huh,” you whine and he must feel you tighten around him. Must know how close you are.

“Show me,” he encourages, his voice the stiff rod to your molten core, the only thing keeping you upright; and barely. “Show me how good it feels.”Indeed, you slide all silken - down the wall, down his hand, and it pushes him even deeper.

“Yes.” Your eyes flutter closed. Screw shut. Your moans become unfettered. You let yourself go. “Like that. God. Pope.”

He maintains his pace and his pressure; thank goodness. He does not race you towards an end, but he does guides you there with a gentle, supple hand. And, when his voice comes next, it is to deliver a delicate red ribbon of a phrase, the words unravelling into the shell of your ear and snaking straight down into the depths of you. “Gonna look so good when you cum for me, aren’t you, Princesa? Gonna cum so hard on my fingers?”

You do.

You do.

You implode with pleasure, clamping down around his hand in slow, deep waves, undulating on him until you drag every last vestige of pleasure that you can from out of his touch. You cling on to him for dear life, and he practically has to keep you pinned to the wall with his body to keep you from waning. Wilting.

You drink him in as you convulse, his dark eyes locked on yours, lust-hooded and encouraging. Full of safety. You drink in the sound of him. The moans of his satisfaction at seeing you come apart for him. The mingled scents of cologne and sex and laundry powder - the smell of that crisp white fucking shirt adorning his hot body.

He holds you, making you feel safe and sure as you come down in his arms, still throbbing pleasantly between your legs. Your mouth stays slack with disbelief as he slips his fingers out of your heat, bringing his fingers up to his lips and tasting you with relish as he shoves his own fingers over his supple pink tongue.

“Well done, cariño,” he praises gently before kissing you, slipping the taste of your own juices into your mouth as he tongues you, and the unexpected tenderness of it causes your eyes to brim with emotion. Emotion which you are quick to blink away - hastily, before it can be detected.

You’re sated. Plenty sated. But you already feel to the depths of you that you are not done with this man. You want to taste him too. Satisfy him. Have him take you. Learn him. Hold him.

“D-do you want…?”

You angle your hips towards the substantial bulge at his crotch, and yet his gaze is sincere and gentle all over again. Hosting something deeper than an urgent, consuming hunger.

Gingerly, he hooks your chin with his (oh so talented) forefinger. Flashes you a lopsided smile. “Hermosa. You can thank me later.” He nods over and down - out of the small, square window which peeks out on to the lawn one level below. “I think you’re already late enough for the after dinner photos.”

“Oh shit!”

Pope’s mouth bends with amusement as you scramble to fix yourself up. He unspools some toilet roll and hands it to you so you can clean yourself up, swiping your juices away from between your thighs. He moves ever so seamlessly and calmly around you as you smooth your rumpled dress and hurriedly unsmudge your make-up. And, for his part, he washes up his hands and calmly slips his pristine suit jacket back onto his pleasing form, instantly looking as though nothing at all went down.

You meanwhile, are a dead giveaway. “Uggghhhhhh. Who the fuck has photos after dinner, anyway?” you gripe, and a laugh bobs in Pope’s throat.

“There you go again. Always complaining.”

“Oh shut up,” you snip, already far too fondly. Then, you grab him by the lapels, dragging this delicious man on to your lips. “All that matters, is that I’m going to be very grateful later.”

Your hungry kiss, as well as the clear suggestion in your eyes, leaves Pope stupefied for just a moment. Long enough for you to dash out towards the lawn, at least. Scrambling to take your place.

You are the last out of the wedding party to arrive at the designated spot, but you manage to slot in next to the bride just in time for the photographer to capture you in all your post-orgasm glory.

Of course, as you sidle up to her, though, your friend raises an all too knowing eyebrow. “What took you so long?”

You’d be mad with her blatant scheming, but, given the result, you can’t help the broad grin which erupts over your face. You bump her hip with yours. “Bitch,” you chide, and she emits a wicked chuckle.

“Hussy,” she bites around a mirthful smile. “So. Tell me everything. How did you enjoy your seating arrangement?”

You re-pose as the photographer directs the party, subtly shifting position. “Hmm. Yeah,” you respond mysteriously, knowing it will drive her wild not to have the full story. “Almost enough to make up for the shit wine.”

“That good, huh?”

You erupt into giggles again, this time chaotic enough that you are reprimanded by the photographer. “I love you, bitch,” you whisper to the glowing bride.

“Love you too.”

And, meanwhile, entirely unbeknownst to you, Pope looks on, pleased to see you smiling. He’d even like to think he played a small part in turning that around.

You look beautiful, he thinks. And God. He can’t wait for you to repay the favour.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hi I'm new and I enjoy your assassination classroom fanfic

If request are open

Can you pls do isogai, karma and nagisa with a celebrity s/o

Please feel free to ignore this

Celebrity!S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Isogai, Karma, Nagisa ]

[ Assassination Classroom / Anatsu Kyoshitsu ]

I was thinking, If you were a celebrity for what would you like to be recognized? In my case, aside for my writing I would love to be in the music world or in the field of science making Tesla proud =D

Yuma Isogai

Isogai is a really caring and loving person and he knows better than anyone else that a status doesn't define you as a person, so he doesn't pay much attention on you being a celebrity, he does admire you a lot and respect what you do but he isn't going to treat you different as he will be if you weren't a celebrity

Also, he knows how hard you had work to get to where you are today so he never minimize it or just brush it off and more than once he had told you how much he admires you for it

Isogai will be really worried about you for the pressure of being a celebrity, he almost become your caregiver to make sure you don't overwork yourself or have unhealthy habits, he tries not to if it upsed or bother you but he just can't help it, is just part of him be so caring

Again, he admires you a lot, it doesn't matter too much what you do, either arts, sports or even academics he is really proud of you, he even rant proudly of you every chance he has (even if you get embarrassed or get shy you can't stop him from doing it)

He gets really invested in what you do, celebrate all your victories/achievements, comfort you if something something goes wrong or you lose, always compliment you and thanks your hard work. In his free time Isogai will start to search more about what you do

He can't go to all the presentations/competitions you have but he tries to, and he always ask to your friends if they want to go too (specially when he can't go)

If you do something like sports or art he will talk about you a lot to his siblings (because that is what could be the most interesting for a little child), and he will love for you to visit them too (he wont force you though)

He doesn't really get jealous for the fans but he get wary and protective if he sees someone getting not too friendly or invasive (if you actually have a bodyguard he get more worried about you because that means that you had been in danger, right?). He will help you whenever he can with that kind of situation, but even if he has an assassin training he always tries to solve the problems without violence

Isogai isn't really insecure, but since he is poor and goes to the worst group of the school (doesn't matter if you go to 3-E class too) he from time to time wonder if your relationship is good for your reputation, he loves you with all his heart and he will hate to cause you problems

Karma Akane

Even when Karma finds what you do pretty interesting he isn't going to treat you different from his other friends, and almost the only time he brings up that you are a celebrity is to tease you. He never say it directly or out loud, but he really admire you and wants to know everything he can about whatever you do

Although, since Karma is pretty prideful if you do something that involve academics or sports he will take it as a challenge, sometimes he even directly challenge you. If is something about arts he just enjoy what you do

He loves to be with you whenever you practice or work, but he is always annoying you, teasing you whenever you fail or make an error, and when you get it done well he sometimes says that he wasn't paying attention or congratulate you, however he feels in that moment, but whenever you are in competition/presentation he gets a more serious, all his jokes and teasing can wait for later and just wish you luck not like you need it he says

When you are in a competition or even if you have a rival he will playfuly ask you if you want for him to take care of them (It's a joke but if you want it's not a joke), or start paying a little more attention to them and will tell you their weaknesses if you want, normally he just do it jokinly but if you really want to have that advantage he will do it (for a price of course)

He won't admitted to not even to himself but he is jealous whenever you are with your fans, from both sides because your are getting a lot of attentiona and because you are putting all your attention to others, still he normally don't step in unless someone cross the limits. And, even when he doesn't accept his jealousy you can tell for how he demand attention and affection after, or for how he is saying bad comments about the fans

Actually he start to get a role like your bodyguard, manager and even trainer, he gets so into what you do without having to ask him and he isn't planning to let you alone either, he will let you if you need time alone but you aren't going to be get away from him, he is just really happy to be with you and want to make sure you don't fall in a trap of someone who just wants to take advantage of you

Speaking of, if you already have an employee, like a bodyguard or a manager he will be messing with them all the time (specially the bodyguard), and you can't stop him either, also if he notice that they are planning something that could harm you or directly against you he won't just let it happen, depending on how harmful it could be to you he will just threaten the person or directly tell you

He isn't insecure at all so he doesn't really doubt your relationship even if you are a celebrity, but will respect your wish if you prefer to don't show much of your relationship

Nagisa Shiota

Nagisa doesn't think much of himself and he is already a little flustered for being in a relationship with you, but you being a celebrity make him even more flustered and flattered

He from time to time doubt himself, wondering if he is being a good boyfriend for you or if he isn't just bringing you problems, heck he even wonder if he deserve to be your boyfriend but no matter how much he doubt himself you always comfort him even without knowing it

Nagisa is really interested on what you do and he will try to learn more about it, for example if is a sport he will try to learn the rules and about matches, is if about music he will try to learn more about the rhythms and genres, or if is plastic arts he will try to appreciate more and pay more attention on your work, he really want to get more into on what you do (if you let him)

He is shy to just go to your presentation/competition, doubting if it would be a good idea just go, but everytime you invite him over to it (even if is just practice or when you're working) he always go, and he is always so excited to see you develop in your discipline (if you point it out he will be embarrased about it)

Also, Nagisa is really caring so he is always looking after your well-being, making sure you don't overwork yourself, that you take some breaks from time to time and that you are eating properly, he just want you to don't forget to take of yourself but if you don't (or don't seem to care much about yourself) he will get strict with you and force you to get more healthy habits

He is surprised for seen so much people excited to see you (even if there aren't a lot it still surprise him), he doesn't really get jealous for the fans but he gets a little uncomfortable whenever they get a little too excited and want to be too close to you

Also, he tries to don't distrust people but he is really observant so if he ever sees someone trying to do something weird against you he gets protective and confront that person inmediatly, his assassin training is of help in this situation and he does it almost unconsciously

For being a celebrity is probably that will be a little more easy that his mother accept you or comment that he had made right on getting such an amazing partner, especially if you are focused on sports or academics, but if is something more like arts she will be a little sharp with her words, not really thinking that is something beneficial but without wanting to offend you directly (in the case that is after Nagisa had confronted her she won't say much)

[gropeablegirl]

Ranting / venting! Ignore if you want

i have to stop waking up before the sun it’s unsafe for my head

Bc what. Is wrong with me eeee

I feel like I’m never going to be satisfied or happy (romantically/sexually) and it’s getting a little scary like. (Besides the genuinely horrific state of the world and colonization,, and multiple genocides ongoing. Now. )

Idk. Don’t wanna be scary /: but don’t really wanna be here

Im having such a hard time coping i need to bite the bullet and deal with the outcome

I just don’t even feel like one person /:

Anyway, this world needs a revolution. Be part of it.

Some people on tumblr scare me and i knowwww many people only have slivers of themselves on here but people who are genuinely only horny 24/7 like who have trouble empathizing with ongoing global issues,,, i think we must put the tumblr away

I just keep finding too many people who have.,, interesting/intense coping mechanisms for themselves that are lowkey triggering to me and my brain just feels like it keeps getting stuck in the toaster like aaaaa get me out of here it’s burning me iAMDONE IM DONE i had enough 😭

And some i get and some i like,, but people who are more intense about it…Scare me. Because most of the ways these things happen is grooming. Like i stg im not kink shaming. ,, don’t support grooming ???? Like genuine grooming pls.

I got my own trauma to rework in a healthy way through my own autonomy but like. I still wish it never happened?

I need to make a blog to write about this lore bc my head is too full urhejsjk

But can’t link that obv some actual dangerous people might want to use my trauma against me and that’s. Not for me.

I hate that tumblr lets me express these things but it’s too addicting bc SOXIAL MEDIA

And bc a lot of these things are what folks crave irl i think i have issues trying to find this irl and then im just stuck here.

But i feel like i can’t be or share my truest self irl.

No one knows who i am :( and i don’t think anyone ever will

At least my funeral will be a fun and dramatic and memorable time for those who celebrate

Also people talk abt how right and wrong shouldn’t be based on your ‘morals’ (puritanical morals probably?) but like. Don’t? kink? with the actual conservative misogynist? That trauma makes me scared cause I feel like those types of people genuinely perpetuate it,,, esp if you go to someone who GENUINELY FEELS THAT WAY. like why are you empowering genuinely dangerous old white men. HUH??? It makes me question the safety of their audiences and makes me upset

I just wish people actually liked kink and were not just genuinely disgusting people (knowingly engaging in perpetuating harmful/racist/misogynistic ideas) who deserve to be retaught until they can finally understand. Ugh