#srry im having a moment here

[s1x-foot-deep]

i;mgonna frow up

[spiritunwilling]

I love writing I wish I could feel normal things about the literary community

[san8ny]

‘HITTIN MY PHONE IS SO RIGHT !

?: You can’t seem to put an end to a salacious affair between you and your boss. However, lately with the new cameras being installed around units, it’s getting increasingly risky for you two. What’ll it be, your job or Abby’s? / A.A x Fem!Reader

!: hellurrrr.. xD haven’t proof-read this ngl bc my eyes hurt/ ALSO AN OLD DRAFT I HATE..im srry :P

“Fuckin’ hell..she’s just clamping onto me..” Abby coos from where her head is thrown back on the office chair; you, on her lap, rocking your hips deliciously into her, each snap feeling like a tidal wave of pleasure surging through Abby’s veins. You’d never in a hundred years think this would be a common event that took place between you and your employer after hours, a dirty secret that was buried deep within Abby’s Law-Firm.

“S-shitttt, don’t speak like that..” You whine, digits burying themself into Abby’s Golden locks when it seems like her pace speeds up; “Can’t when this messy cunt ‘s talking to me..” Abby takes a sharp inhale of air when you rip open the first two buttons of her blazer, scattering across the room.

“Not fair..’wanna take ‘em off..” You whine, wrapping your arms tighter around your lovers neck— soft tits pressed up into Abby’s face where she sneakily kisses around your areola, taking a nipple into her warm mouth, earning a weak huff from you.

“Shh..gotta be quiet, doll..can’t risk having you heard.” She whispers against your skin, pulling you down to press a messy kiss against your lips, “that I have ‘fuckin favorites…”; You shriek when she manages to slam you even harder on the XL strap, the one that’s tied oh-so-perfectly around her hips.

The buzzing on her desk brings her away from your lips and her attention instead, is on the lit-up phone, grabbing it with ease as she maintains a rhythm with how she bounces you, caller ID reading OWEN.

“Not this timing..” She groans, shushing your mewls once again when she takes your head and slightly angles it into her neck as an attempt to muffle your noises while she takes the call; “Get to the point.”

While she talks, you sink your teeth into her nape unexpectedly, illiciting a dirty, guttural moan from Abby to the point she almost lets the phone slip out of her grasp, “Uh..you okay?” Owen asks, confused at what was happening on the other end of the phone as he peels an orange; Abby hums at this, poorly trying to reaffirm Owen with eyes clenched closed as you leave harsh hickeys on her neck, ones she’d have to indefinitely cover up all week with series of collered pantsuits.

“P-please, ‘Abs..”You pant, saliva stretching from your quivering lips to her bruised neck. Abby pathetically caves in, murmuring mantras of ‘hear you, baby’ into the humid office air, head spinning and the call long forgotten as she throws it across the desk; her obsession with you ran deep, from the very moment you stepped into the office scene, all pencil skirts and painted lips— you were something she needed around here, and maybe the only thing that kept her hauled up in this shit-hole while all her other colleagues ran themselves into bankruptcy and alcoholism.

“I’ll give it to my sweet girl, ‘always do..ah—? S-she just needs to be ‘fuckin patient..” Abby’s breath hitching when you scrape your nailbeds across her, now, unclothed back. “You’re so—o ‘fuckin nasty..begging to fuck when they’ve installed surveillance every square inch of the damn place—love my pretty g-girl..”

“G-gna cum, pleaseee.. if you keep ‘talkin to me like t—this!” You stutter out with furrowed brows, annoyance and arousal a mixture when she picks you up and slams you directly against the desk now, a stark contrast to where you two were meekly teasing eachother earlier on her swivel chair but shit, does this angle make you take her even deeper..

After some time of her relentlessly pounding into you, and tears falling from your glossy eyes, down your full cheeks— you finally crack. This doesn’t end it, no, because after 2 orgasms ripped out of you— Abby leans down and kisses your cheek softly, her lips lingering condescendingly, “one more before we go, hm? Then we’ll clock out and i’ll take us home, baby”, all while two fingers work figure 8’s on your puffy clit, soothing you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Home?

You look at her up from heavy lidded eyes, sleep wanting to consume you completely but you oblige, mewling when Abby lowers herself to her knees and begins kitten-licking at your sensitive pussy; maybe you were obsessed with the blonde as much as she was with you, even if it could cost you both your jobs potentially one day.

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the other woman

christopher sturniolo x poc!reader

summary: an angsty story of regret and selfishness told through different moments in time

warnings: alternate universe (takes place in the early 2000s bcs i’m obsessed), angst, implied sex, cigarettes, cheating (with, not on y/n)

a/n: hiiii srry for ghosting u guys again :/ i finally have motivation to write again!!! send in blurb or one shot ideas pls. unfortunately im putting tgwtt on hold for right now bc i feel writing that series takes so much out of me and i end up not enjoying anything i write. i hope u understand & im sorry to those who enjoy it! anyways i hope this is well received since it’s a bit different than my other works — lowkey tuned into my inner sally rooney bc her angst HITS . luv u baiiii

★ march 2004

there’s a vile and shameful look to you that you’re not so sure you’ve hidden well enough.

your stomach feels overweight and heavy with an extreme amount of pain bubbling and stabbing your insides whenever they decide to pop.

you clutch at the edge of the bathroom sink, staring at your figure and aching eyes (you added some dark eyeliner into your routine hoping to distract from your disdainful mood but you’re starting to think you may have drawn more attention with the dramatic look).

you suck your stained bottom lip into your mouth out of comfort or maybe a need for something to hold as you move to dig for the pack of slightly crumpled cigarettes in your small, wine-red purse.

the door handle begins to rattle unnervingly just as you spark the slim stick to life.

you comically still yourself in your exact position (bent over odd and cupping your hand around the cig as if there was any sudden wind to blow out your flame in your friend's classy bathroom).

"y/n? you in here?!"

your eyes widen first, before they eventually roll. you wave your hands around to cut through the plumes of clogged smoke in the quaint room.

“y/n!”

“someone’s in here!” you reply, taking another puff of smoke and adjusting your hair a bit in the mirror.

“you gonna open up for me?”

“ummm,” you sputter through the cigarette held in your mouth as you adjust your strapless dress with both hands in the mirror.

“y/n.”

you let out a soft groan and quickly smash the cigarette a few times against the french vanilla ceramic sink bowl, throwing what's left of it in the trash. you practically shove yourself against the tiny wall space to the side of the door as you inch it open enough for the two of you to gain a full view of each other.

you smile, “chris.”

★ december 2003

they say the holidays are worst when spent alone.

and despite having three siblings and parents who’d want nothing more than to spend their christmas eve with their son, chris has always preferred to spend the holidays with a beautiful girl — in hopes that she’d gift him the intoxicating feeling of her thighs tightly trapping his face by the end of the night.

so it’s shocking that he’s at your door step, dressed in a suave, ribbed white long sleeve, dark blue jeans, and somehow caught without one of his usual hats slouched on top of his head of fawn hair.

and it’s real fucking odd that you answer the door wearing a dress that fits you extremely well, paired with a cardigan to keep some modesty.

it’s so very weird given that chris has his girlfriend of over a year texting him another apology for abandoning their plans together to visit her family in wisconsin as you both share an intimate hug on your porch.

you try not to think it’s so unnatural for you and chris to go out for dinner, despite the fact that everyone in your small town knows he has a girlfriend who’s notably quite the opposite of you.

thank goodness chris keeps some casualty — leaving you to open your own door when climbing into his beloved truck.

★ february 2004

“okay, um, this is something you can eat and there’s, like, a million types- you like granny smith!”

“oo, apples!”

chris nods excitedly and flips to the next card, “it’s my favorite meal of the day.”

“breakfast!”

“yes, you’re perfect. alright this is casper the friendly-”

“ghost!”

“amazing! ‘kay, i’m always complaining that mine isn’t stiff enough.”

“your dick?” josh jokes.

“fuck off, josh! i’m more than capable…” chris laughs.

“gross! chris?!”

“what?! don’t make it a biggie. now hurry ‘n gimme that answer baby, please?”

“well i’m guessing it’s your mattress?!”

“you have 7 seconds!” nick says while intensely staring at the tiny hourglass.

chris gives an encouraging hand motion for her to continue on that path.

“ummm… your bed?!”

“yes! that’s what i’m talking about!” chris shoots up from his position, on the ground in front of the coffee table, and immediately picks liv up from the couch in celebration.

the group let out plenty of laughs and giggles at the fear in her eyes as she’s lifted up and down excitedly.

cassie yells out, “aw yay mom and dad!” when chris sets her down and kisses her lips.

you try to control your face. your eyes flicker over and see them smiling with their faces so close together. and it drives you a little mad that whatever chris whispered to make her burst into laughter can’t be heard from your spot across the couch, especially not when there are so many conversations going on at once.

it’s just a game. you have no right to be jealous. it’s fucking taboo.

you clear your throat and uncross your legs as you begin to leave from the leather couch, “matt and josh, you can go before me- i’m just gonna grab some water.”

★ march 2004

“smoking cigs again?” chris asks as he steps into the bathroom.

“no,” you lie, resting your hip against the edge of the counter.

he knows you’re lying but doesn’t bother to pressure the truth out of you, he’s not your father. or your boyfriend at that.

“are you doing okay?” he pauses and waits for you to acknowledge him.

you don’t.

he clears his throat, “you look beautiful in this,” he tugs your dress down showing off the cleavage you’d just got done hiding.

“‘m all good,” you answer his initial question while exaggerating a smile.

chris mindlessly nods his head and somehow gets even closer to you, to the point where you have to tilt your head just the slightest bit to make eye contact.

“can i kiss you?” he asks with a genuine glimmer of generosity in his eyes and tone; as if he wanted you to want it more than he wants it himself.

you’re silent. he holds your neck gently and raises his other hand to drag your large bottom lip downward, cooing a tease, “hmmm..?”

you whine a little to yourself — this can’t happen again.

“yes?” chris mocks a little, giving a squeeze to your neck, “say it.”

your eyes droop and suddenly the ache of pain and guilt melts down to a slush of excitement and warmth both inside and evidently outside, if the stickiness of your lace underwear says anything. you nod your head.

chris is so obsessed with your mouth, his thumb doesn't move from your bottom lip as you peek your tongue out to wet it, "yes, please." your words echo off of his lips that now practically hover yours.

even though you've used your manners you manage to deliver it as a command. and it doesn't help that you paired the sentence with your hands running up the hot skin underneath his dark shirt. his mouth hangs slightly ajar as his head nods softly once more and his eyes flicker over your pretty face.

you wait for his response before your eyes lock onto his and you pout, "i thought you wanted to kiss me, chris?"

★ december 2003

“that’s hot,” chris mumbles as he kicks his legs over eachother and stretches out on the longest part of your L - shaped, funky-green couch.

“what is?” you ask as you return to the living room, popcorn cradled in an oversized bowl against your waist.

“pamala anderson,” chris jokingly moans out, biting his bottom lip and covering his lower half with one of your fuzzy throw pillows.

“gross, you perv!” you throw a handful of popcorn at his face — that’s stretched into an adorable smile — and take a seat next to him.

“baywatch reruns are all that nbc play anymore,” you squint with a sigh, taking a swig of the cool bottle of beer chris requested before handing it to him.

“they lost the best thing to ever happen to ‘em, i’d milk that shit too.” he then takes a sip, smirking when a desperate pamala anderson begins to run in slow motion on your fuzzy box television.

“what would liv think of you drooling over some baywatch tits?”

“what would liv think of me replacing her with you for my christmas eve dinner?”

you can’t help but think that ‘replacing’ is possibly the meanest word he could have used.

he smiles and gives a soft laugh when your face doesn’t respond, “joking- don’t spaz on me now…” he rolls his eyes from you back to the screen in front of you.

you swallow and adjust your legs to sit underneath you, trying to get comfortable while remaining in your small red dress.

★ march 2004

“never again,” you remind chris and yourself as you step into your once discarded underwear.

chris nods his head a few times, replying when he finally catches his breath, “right.”

“okay,” you slip your dress back on and chris redresses himself away from you.

chris slowly comes up behind you, kissing your shoulder once and hugging you gently. you want to cry — because in any other circumstance you’d embrace this feeling. but you can’t help but feel dirty.

he whispers with his head buried in the side of your crowded neck, “you know your my best friend, right? i love you.”

and you can’t help the shivers and sobs that decide to escape from your sad, used body.

“shhhh,” he apologizes, “i’m sorry.”

★ december 2003

chris imagined having sex with you plenty of times before — figuring most guys have thought of it with all of their girl friends, at least his friends made it seem true.

though his imagination could never ever live up to your whines and the way your body effortlessly takes him as you bounce yourself on top of him.

you both knew this was a bad idea, it was bad before you ended up back at your place after dinner. chris is an admittedly horny drunk and you’re no better so sharing a few beers while sitting so close to each other was bound to backfire.

only in the morning would some ounce of guilt and regret wash over him, when he’d listen to the cheerful voicemail his unknowing girlfriend left him while he was busy with his fingers in your mouth.

★ november 2004

chris hasn’t spoken to you since you came clean to liv about your disloyalty, six months ago.

he yelled and cried at your doorstep. he told you that you ruined his entire life, that he never wants to see you again.

you convince yourself you never want to see him again, but you tend to miss him in the loneliest times. when you’re sat awake in your dark bedroom.

you still miss his voice and his face.

[lustlovehart]

Scarlet in Black

Pairing: Blade x Reader

A/n: I love Mr Bladie. Also if there are any spelling errors im so srry abt that <3

Summary: [Yandere] Blade appears in your home, neither of you understand why, but both of you know when he leaves it wont be for long. Though, you will never know of his plan that fate had secured for him. | Part 2 ‘Cease The Blaze’

Warnings: Blood, Breaking in, Suggestive Tension, Biting/Hickey, Implied Nsfw, Violent Thoughts (Bladie), Themes of Codependency, Implied Kidnapping

The house is pitch dark at night, the way it should be. Red scarlet eyes bleed into the dark, illuminating crimson into the shadows of your home, that is not how it should be.

The strong iron smell of blood, intruding into your nostrils, the thick pungent liquid seeping into the clean sheets of your bed.

"Blade, why are you in my room"

He does not answer.

The scent of the grotesque liquid continues to spread around the room, the deep red both beautiful yet terrifying. It’s all over him. You know it’s not his own.

“Blade.”

He always doesn’t answer.

The man in front of you continues to dirty the covers with blood that is not his own,at least, you think it's not. It makes you wanna wretch at the thought of having to sleep in it. Slowly you take a step forward, he could be stricken with mara as of the moment, but you continued anyway.

Your figure is soon in front of his, red eyes look up at you from the mattress. He doesn’t speak a word as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him.

You sat in his lap as your own clothes and skin are seeped with his crimes. It takes all the effort you could muster to not push him away. You take a mental note to take a shower immediately when he’s gone.

His face buries itself into your neck, a deep inhale of you before he exhales all his warmth into your skin, chills going down your spine at the feeling despite the heat of his breath. The fingers of the hunter squeezing at parts of you you’d rather not find blood in, but nonetheless you let him.

“Do you wanna tell me why you’re here now?” He takes a moment to respond, momentarily distracted with tracing his lips across your carotid arteries. Any longer and you’d believe he was a vampire ready to sting his fangs into you.

“Because of you.” Seems like he's leaving his descriptions vague once again.

“How informative.”

Perhaps your assumption of him being a vampire was more of a fact rather than speculation. Honestly, you'd prefer him being a Vampire than whatever he is now.

His canines put pressure on your skin, tongue lapping over the designated spot, saliva coating the patch of skin. You wince at the feeling, but put up with it despite it, knowing he could do much worse than he is now.

Even with the pain, you can tell the murderer in front of you is holding himself desperately back. If he truly wasn't restraining himself you have no doubt he could effortlessly break your legs as if they were toothpicks.

Actually, he might be thinking about it. (He is, but he restrains himself nontheless)

The pressure subsided as he lifts his lips from you, a dark purple left in the most obvious place on your neck.

You take a deep breath in, before speaking once more, fingers entangling into his hair, briefly getting caught in a part of it that had dried blood in the strands.

"Did you really come here for me?"

"Mm... Yes." Brief, like usual. His words sound deep, coming out from the back of his throat. "I was thinking of you." You don't say anything else, burying you head in the crook of his neck, it smelled disgusting but maybe it could distract you for a moment in time.

"When will you leave?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Will I see you then?"

"No, not at all." Typical, whenever he visits no trace of him is left behind. Even after hundreds of visits, when you wake up in the morning it's as if he had never existed in the first place, the only parts of him he leaves behind being the hickies and bite marks he leaves on you the night before, perhaps even a sticky residue if the two of you were particularly rough.

You hum in a reply. The more you look at him the more you question whose blood it is, a twisted curiosity. His hands start to embrace dangerously close to parts of you that should not be touched by anothers blood. Before he could draw himself any closer he pauses, fingers immediately stopping his advance.

“Do you, want me to take a shower first?” The question shocks you.

"Wow, this is rare, you actually thought about taking a shower?"

"You wince whenever you get close enough to smell it. I thought it would help you."

"So you noticed that... Its kinda worrying that you only decided to start taking showers for it now though..."

"I wanted you to get used to it." You look into his eyes, opening your mouth, but no words seem to come out, only a breath of air as you sigh. He notices but doesnt say anything.

"Why would you... want me to get used to that...?"

"If you did, maybe..." He doesn't continue his sentence, silently trailing off as he stares into your chest.

"Maybe...?"

"No, nevermind. I can't let you."

Instead of continuing his sentence he buries his face into you, and you let him. He'll be gone by the morning. You kind of hope he doesn't leave, as if he was an illusion, but you understand the nature of his job.

Even then though, you can't help but grip onto him tightly, the drying blood digging beneath your fingernails. You don't want him to leave, not again. Maybe if you were to desperately hold on to him he would stay with you, he would want to stay.

You don't know when it happened, but at some point in this bond, you had grown way too attached to the only constant in your life.

You feel arms start to tighten around you, almost suffocating how close it was. The criminal in front of you pulls you down onto your newly washed sheet, staining it red. His arms don't seem to let go of you however.

"I'll stay with you."

The words sent a shock through you. Did he really mean it? He wouldn't leave you again.

"But that means, you're willing to stay with me in return. Will you shoulder the burdens that come with me."

Your mind feels clouded, you know you shouldn't but you can't help but want to.

In this vulnerable moment, you will never notice the violet eyes that play with the strings of fate watching in the corner, awaiting the script to properly play out.

———

Depending on how well received this post gets I might-?? Make a second part that's either placed before or after this. Before being how blade and reader first had whatever they have, and after being smthn else.

[espresso1patronum]

ok so for the holidays could you do one where Megumi spends the holidays at our house and we have like a big family and like right before he leaves he like kisses us?? 😭😭 (I've been watching cheesy movies recently srry )

HOLIDAYS AS IN CHRISTMAS?? IM RLY CONFUSED LOVE, BUT I'LL DO THAT<33 And it's def NOT CHEESY ITS CUTE OK? DONT WORRY!

Mistletoe?

The holiday season at your house was always lively, with laughter ringing through the halls and the aroma of baked goods filling the air.

This year, your cousin Yuji and you had convinced your boyfriend, Megumi to join the family gathering, despite his usual discomfort in large crowds.

As he stepped through the door, you noticed him standing awkwardly at the edge of the living room, his hoodie pulled tightly around him. You waved him over, offering a reassuring smile.

“Hey, Megumi! Glad you could make it,” you said, trying to help him feel at ease.

“Thanks for having me,” he replied, his voice steady but tinged with uncertainty. You could see him taking in the chaos of your family, bustling about, exchanging stories and laughter.

Throughout the evening, your family tried to engage him, asking questions that made him squirm.

"Is y/n troubling you? You can tell me, dear,” your mom teased, glancing between you and Megumi with a knowing smile. Megumi offered an awkward smile and shook his head, replying softly, “No, it’s all good.”

You playfully nudged your mom, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. “Mom, stop it!”

Yuji animatedly recounted his encounter with a cute dog, Megumi mostly observed, his gaze flickering between the crowd and you.

After dinner, the noise began to settle, and you noticed Megumi retreating to a quieter corner of the house. You joined him, leading him to the kitchen.

“How are you doing?” you asked, leaning against the counter.

“It’s a lot to take in,” he admitted, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’m not used to this many people.”

“I get it. Just take it at your own pace. You’re doing fine,” you reassured him, feeling a sense of warmth growing between you.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere shifted. Your parents along with your uncles and aunts and your cousins started to wander outside for the annual bonfire, and you found yourself back in the living room, sharing a moment with Megumi as the festivities began to wind down.

The evening sky deepened, you and Megumi stood under the mistletoe hanging in the doorway, an old holiday tradition your family embraced.

Yuji had snuck out earlier, clearly in on the joke, leaving the two of you standing awkwardly beneath it.

“Guess we’re stuck here,” you said, your heart racing a little.

Megumi looked down, then back at you, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smile. “It seems so.”

Before you could think about it, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. The kiss was gentle but filled with warmth, an affection that melted away any lingering awkwardness. Time seemed to pause as the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in that moment.

When you pulled back, breathless, Megumi’s eyes held a mix of surprise and something deeper. “I didn’t expect that,” he said quietly.

“Neither did I,” you admitted, feeling a rush of exhilaration. “But it felt right.”

He smiled, a genuine expression that lit up his features. “I’m glad I came here.”

“Me too,” you replied, the weight of the night settling comfortably between you.

As he stepped back, he gave you a soft, lingering look. “I should probably get going. Gojo will be waiting.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, a hint of reluctance creeping into your voice.

“Goodbye, then,” he said, his voice low and warm.

“Goodbye,” you echoed, your heart still racing from the kiss.

Just as he turned to leave, he paused and glanced back at you. Without a word, he stepped forward and wrapped you in a tight embrace.

"I'm so happy to have you," he said softly, his voice warm against your ear.

[aeragan]

mydeimos and thigh riding w/ gn! afab reader (no use of breasts)

srry im too lazy to make this an actual fic and like make a header for it but its been on my mind so enjoy it... happy white day i guess. prolly been done before but idk also his trailer came out AS i was writing this so im really fucking hard

mdni | not proofread obvi

cw: thigh riding, manhandling, biting, uh porn no plot

revered mydeimos, such a slave to your whims. even when he's aching and exhausted, when his wounds have barely been dressed, he simply cannot resist you. when he comes home to you, spread out over the bed of your quarters, naked and humping a pillow that must have been a substitute for him, his name falling from your lips over and over, like you were willing him to come home.

he has not realized how long he's been gone. if you were this desperate, then perhaps it had been far too long. despite the pain searing through his body, he cannot leave you alone. he's caught you now, and all you can do is stare back at him, face flushed. but you aren't embarrassed. far from it. you bite your lip and sit up, letting his name slip past your lips once more, far more lewd than before.

mydei has no choice, he is sure of it. with a grunt, he reaches down, hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer as he takes a seat on the bed. the action reminds him of his exhaustion, a new wave of pain washing over his body. he hisses between his teeth, but makes no attempt to stop himself.

"did you cum?" he asks, his voice husky and just a tad bit strained, yet carries his usual strength nonetheless.

"no," you respond, shaking your head. you are quick to notice the bulge between his legs, and even quicker to reach for it.

he grabs your wrist, stopping your hand. he tuts, looking down at you. "not now. i must take care of you first." he lets go of your wrist, cupping your cheek instead, tilting your head up and making sure your eyes meet his. "take off my pants for me, hm? help me out, here..."

you obey easily, not wanting to prolong your own pleasure any longer. you understand the condition that mydei is in, and yet, so selfishly, cannot help but take what you want. you hastily, sloppily unbuckle his belt(?), mentally cursing the amount of layers and intricacies his clothes have. once he is free of his belt, you pull down his pants to his greaves, leaving the bottom half of him nearly bare.

"that will be enough," he states simply, both hands moving to your hips, before hoisting you up over his thigh. You barely have time to react as he repositions you, making sure your straddling his thigh.

a shiver runs up your spine once you are seated on his thigh, your sensitive flesh meeting his warm, toned, and scarred muscle. you havent even moved, and yet your own thighs squeeze around mydei's, in search of something more, ever insatiable. he treats you to a lazy grin at this, the feeling of your arousal seeping onto his flesh a pleasant one.

without a word, mydei starts to guide your hips, up his thigh, then down, forcing you to grind at an agonizingly slow pace. you, however, you quite love it. his thigh flexes beneath you every so often, which causes you to moan lowly, leaning into his shoulder. all he does is watch you, gaze heavy-lidded.

it does not take too long for you to grind on your own, his hands loosening around your hips, thigh bouncing ever so slightly with each pass. his eyes rake over your body with fervent hunger, yet he does not make a move to relieve himself, despite the tent in his boxers. no, all he does is watch you, grunting with each pass, thumb now stroking the plush of your thigh.

for a moment he thinks to sink his fingers into the flesh, mark you, even if it is just with the claws of his gauntlet. no, he thinks after, he'd save such a mark when he wasn't so exhausted, when he could take you in full. for now, a shuddering sigh escapes his lungs, eyes close with content for just a moment.

an obscene amount of slick has left you, making it easier to glide over his thigh. little moans escape you as you reach the brink, your long passes turning into desperate little ruts, short and hasty, chasing after that spark. your body feels oh so hot, perhaps it was mydei's constant body heat seeping through, creeping into your skin, or the near suffocating satisfaction of getting off on his thigh.

he notices. the way your thighs tense, your fingers dig into his shoulders, like you were trying to anchor yourself. your stomach flutters as you breathe, and he leans in finally, licking a stripe up your throat, to your jaw. you are sweating, only a little. he does not mind. if anything, it makes him quite happy. as your moans become insistent and loud, he opens his mouth and—

your mind goes blank, hazy, your head feels all too heavy as you roll it back, a drawn-out moan tears from your throat. your hips jerk with every wave as your release gushes onto his thigh, mingling with your slick. a warm, sharp sting, goes straight to your head, only serving to make you dizzy.

you must have been smiling. you always do with mydei, a sleazy, almost dazed, smile, one he steals from you, placing his lips on yours once he's certain his mark has been left on you. you can't help but moan into the kiss, pussy sensitive and achey, his hand now on the small of your back, pushing you closer, as if you weren't close enough. he swallows all the little moans you make, returning them with a grunt and groan, either from just how pent-up he was, or the ache of his injuries.

he could care less if this were to impede his recovery. you come first. you will always come first. he could rejuvenate quickly, even if he were to waste his vigor on such salacious acts. there was no killing him out of exhaustion, and as such, there was no killing his desire for you.

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[plotwhatplot]

Funpoison😈😈🔥🔥

my danger days hyper fixation rolled back around and punched me in the face so imma be writing a lot of killjoys stuff as i gather the balls to publish my smut lol

remember kids the killjoys r fictional and r not mcr <3

*this is also sum slight context for my party hcs btw bc yes*

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context: uhhhh... u may get the picture if u have a dirty mind.. just read- (this is an aftermath of another wip smutfic of mine)

*about 11 am*

Party poison: *walking out from around the hall stretching bc cunt* morning hoessss <333

everyone: good morninggg

Jet star: u and ghoul r up late

fun ghoul: oh yeah uhhh we couldnt rlly sleep :/

Party poison: uh- yeah type shi

kobra kid: well clearly yall were up at like 2 am💀

Fun ghoul: wha- wait how did u know that?

Kobra kid: uhhhhh long story short i got up last night to go to the bathroom and decided to take a smoke break outside before bed and uhhhh maybe dont leave the car windows open? (poor kobra, always the paragraph guy)

Fun ghoul: 😦

Party poison: 🫢

Fun ghoul: im going to kms-

Party poison: *wheezes*

Fun ghoul: STFU....

Party poison: okokokok im shutting up-🤭🤭🤭🤭

Jet star: wait whats going on-

poison, ghoul, and kobra: nothing :)))))

*they had car se-*

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context: elaboration on my mini skirt party poison headcanon, also kind of a prequel to my upcumming fic (hehe cummi-)

fun ghoul: alr guys and me party r gonna go hit the rave,

Party poison: *walking out from behind him in a mini skirt shorter than my attention span (that is extremely extremely short)*

Jet star: AY WOAHWOAHWOAH- *covers the girls eyes*

Party Poison: what?

Jet star: BITCH WE CAN SEE YO POOSAY ‼️‼️‼️THERE IS A MINOR HERE👿👿👿👿

Party Poison: oh right i forgor srry😶

Kobra Kid: *sips diva tea*

The Girl: what is this the fucking korn concert why cant i see😰

Jet star: one moment sweetie, *turns to ze hoez* GET OU-🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

Party Poison: ok ok im going hoe😭🙏

Fun ghoul: *grabs a condom from a drawer discreetly as he walks out*

Jet Star: r u fucking fr rn💀

Fun Ghoul: stfu before i throw ur ass to a scarecrow <3

The girl: whats that thing😃

Kobra Kid: *from across room* CANDY-

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context: elaboration on the party poison gun kink headcanon that i said i would not elaborate on (im writing a fic with it)

*fun ghoul minding his own business, possibly with a little friend in his pants bc u never know*

Party Poison: is that a gun in ur pants or r u just exited to see me?

Fun Ghoul: which one u want it to be?

Party Poison: uh-

Party Poison: *stares into the abyss*

Fun Ghoul: exactly <3

Party Poison: FUCK YOU

Fun Ghoul: exactly <3

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ok so yeah thats all i can come up w/ rn, its kinda short compared to my last lil set of scenarios i did but whtvr nevermind (hello hello hello hello how low *nirvana rizz*)

[i-kyujin]

⁺　　✦　　.　　2,000 milestone?!

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▩　 ⁺🍩　、　 appreciation letter!

˚ 　 ⊹ 　 ehm… HELLO BRO??!! there’s no way that i just reached 2K flwrs?!! WE/I JUST RESTARTED THIS TUMBLR ACCOUNT ON DEC 17, 2023??? AND WERE ALREADY AT 2K?? honestly, yes that’s crazy and were growing so fast 😭😭?? it’s been a honor to experience this, especially after our old i-kyujin account got deleted randomly and which i remembered that it had 1,930 flwrs and that couldn’t reach 2k and we had to restart and work hard again just to gain them again. if i-kyujin wasn’t deleted then we would probably have 3k right now or 2k (i’m dumb in math so ☹️😭…) me and lyn, especially me (hehe..) worked so hard just to get to this amount of wonderful followers and i’m actually so happy right now since i been waiting for this moment to happen for so long, or ever since our old account got deleted like for real.. but since it happened now i’m actually so happy and won’t forget this moment 😭‼️. and to those who knew us/me before i-kyujin got deleted are actually so nice and were probably mutals until now too or smth 😋😋!! but again, THANK YOU ALL SAUR MUCH FOR THIS WONDERFUL AND MEMORABLE MOMENT!! this will last in my heart and brain forever 😭😋☹️!! i don’t even think anyone will read this, but it’s okay 😭😋‼️ but to those who are my moots/mutals, i’m very thankful for you guys and if we are not close or we are. and especially to @yuzchaes , @aeraras , @y-unrei @wonjuii ++ whoever is in the “mentally unstable gang 🤭” gc 😭😭 + my bsf @vixpng (can’t ping anymore), u guys were also here in this journey so thank you so muchh!! ++ more moots! thank you all again and ilysm!! and to my best friend @vixypng (follow her) who also supported me!! thank you thank THANK YOUUU ALL 😭💗‼️ lets go for 3k followers and more!! we grew so fast im cryinggg, BYEBYE TYSMTYSM!!!! 😭💗

(i’m sorry, it’s so long 😭)

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▩　 ⁺🍩　、　 fav blogs/moots!

　 (no order!)

@yuzchaes , @y-unrei , @i04rei , @aericita , @aeraras , @wonjuii , @jnssite , @y-vna , @tzulipss , @minguukie , @j-eongs , @7kyujin , @hyelita , @haesite , @p-oisn , @soulari , @fuckici , @baesol , @chaey2k , @gigittamic , @koosuvi , @jicito , @chuwerii , @vnlyt , @y-unjins , @y-urios , @y2jiz , @fairytopea , @kthemes , @n-americano , @egorls , @y-unjins , @iluvrei , @sseulr1n , @thsv , @eliatopia , @aegsll , @rkkuri , @chaeyve , @c-heriis , @wonjuii , @ningrlz , @yunjidoll , @f-loqweres @jaexiyu ++ many many more!!

(naur way, i’m sorry.. i pinged 50 people 😭😭‼️‼️ srry if i pinged u 2 times or smth 😭😣)

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[toxic3mmy]

Please!!! More Toxic Alex

prompt: toxic alex wants you all to himself

warning: smut!!! i haven't been writing lately due to work and family stuff and school but luckily this was sitting in my drafts for a while! Enjoy!!! PS... this isn't proofread teehee, srry for spelling or grammar mistakes <33

you sat at the table in the coffee shop where you were supposed to meet him. he had texted you earlier that same morning and you knew it was something you needed to do. you needed this closure for your own sake

the chime on the door caught your attention as alex walked in about 20 minutes after you sat down. the moment your eyes met his, you almost gave in completely. until you remembered how many nights you spent crying over him

"you're not going to believe this," Alexis said, his voice low and urgent as he sat in front of you, "but i had the craziest dream about you last night”

you looked up from the book you were reading, the words on the page suddenly blurring together, "oh?"

alexis leaned closer, his eyes darkening, "yeah, it was like you were calling out to me. and the moment i woke up, i just had to see you"

you took a sip of your coffee, trying to keep your cool. "well, it's good to catch up," you said, setting the book aside. "what’s this important talk you wanted?"

alexis's gaze held yours for a moment too long. "i’ve been thinking," he began, his hand reaching out to cover your cold hand, "about us."

there was a sudden thud in your chest. the warmth from his hand was a stark contrast to the chill his words brought. "alexis," you said, your voice firm, "we're over"

"i know," he replied, his grip tightening slightly, "but i can't help feeling like there's unfinished business."

you pulled your hand away, eyes narrowing, "there isn't"

alex leaned back in his chair, his expression a mix of anger and determination. "is that what your new boyfriend tells you?"

“don’t” you warned him sternly, “let me guess, you saw me with rubius earlier and you all of a sudden want me? yeah, no. you had your chance and you ruined it, remember?”

“so what if i saw you with that idiot? are you seriously trying to make this about him when we’re talking about us?” he raised his voice and sneered at you

“there is no us! i know for a fact that you’re being impulsive and acting on this jealousy you have towards any guy that even breathes in my direction” you said quietly, looking around to see if anyone else was looking at the two of you

“alex, please, let’s take this someplace private. i don’t want to do this here” you said and alexis quietly nodded, walking you out of the cafe and into his car

the two of you were incredibly silent as you drove to his house. there was so much tension between the two of you that you were so close to breaking down

you felt the unfinished conversation build up unpleasant questions and accusations

“do you seriously think that little boy is better than me? im the best you’ll ever have, honey” he smirked as he shut the door behind him and sat next to you on his sofa

“you didn’t even want me before and now that i’m moving on from you, you want me? you’re fucked up” you sighed

you were so frustrated with everything, especially him and his stupidly handsome face

“stop fighting this. just accept it, that loser will never compare to me” he whispered, using his fingertips to guide your face closer to his

“don’t call him that! he’s more of a gentleman than you will ever be. not that it’s any of your concern but he’s already taken me out on five dates and we just started dating last week”

“five dates? and you just got together? i gotta hand it to you, you’re easier than i remember. i guess i was wrong, you’re not mine, you’re free game” he said with disgust written all over his face

you couldn’t believe what he was saying, what he was calling you

“you have got to be kidding me” you said through gritted teeth

“oh i’m not, actually. face it y/n, that guy is nothing. he’s pathetic. you really want him? fine, have him. but you’ll come crawling back to me in the end. you need me” he inched closer to you with every exclamation

“i don’t need you! i can’t believe i ever liked you! rubius treats me better than you ever have!” you were yelling now as everything from the past you shared with alexis was coming back into your mind

“aw, how cute. you think he actually knows anything about you? i bet he doesn’t. not like i do. the sweet spots on your body, or how easy it is to make you tick. i know you better than that poor bastard can even imagine right now” he was practically hovering over you now

you immediately shoved him harshly, trying to keep as much space between the two of you as possible

“you think that just because you had my attention for one summer that you know me? nothing is the same anymore. you don’t know me at all. all you know is yourself, you selfish twat” you spat at him

you were standing now, collecting your things and moving towards the door to flee from this nightmare come true

“ha! me? selfish? please y/n. you’re telling me those moments we spent together meant nothing to you? that whole summer? you’re really just going to stand there and look me in the eyes and say that bullshit?” alexis stood and moved closer to you, not yet wanting you to go

“i loved you! i fucking loved you, alexis. and you didn’t love me back. you were too busy trying to look cool in front of your little prissy friends. not to mention the way you embarrassed me in front of everyone when you grabbed that girls ass. all for what? temporary asshole friends looking for a laugh?” you angrily wiped away the tears from your face

“i… i didn’t know you felt that way…” he said in a small and almost embarrassed voice

“of course you didn’t. i shut you out of my life and you never even tried to reach out to me. that was the last time we talked. you’ve been walking around with your nose up in the sky acting like your shit don’t stink. well, im over you, alex”

he stayed quiet as you continued,

“rubius is the complete opposite of you. he’s sweet, he’s considerate, and most importantly he doesn’t give a damn about what anyone else thinks. he takes care of me”

“i can recall how well i can take care of you, princesa. don’t you remember? or do you need a little help remembering?” alex said, inching towards you, his hand running down your back

“get your hands off of me!” you yelled, reaching out to move his hand away from you

suddenly, he grabbed your arm harshly and pinned you up against his front door

tears began to fall as he leaned into you

“don’t be rude y/n, be a good girl, yeah?” he said, trying to act unbothered and nonchalant

“alexis… please… just tell me what you want” you whispered as more tears rolled down your cheeks

“i think you know what i want… and i know you want me too…” he smiled innocently

“i d-don’t… i don’t want you…”

“come on y/n, let me at least give you a goodbye present. some closure, so to speak” he let go of you gently and opened his arms, asking you for one last hug

you sniffled and thought it over,

all you wanted to do was get the closure you needed and go home and so you slowly walked into his arms and let his warmth engulf you completely

you held him so tightly. you still felt so much love for him in your heart despite the way things ended. you pulled away and wiped your face, smiling sadly at alex.

“tell me, y/n, do you still love me?” alex asked in a small and sad voice

you nodded

“of course i do. i’ll always have a place for you in my heart. you were my first love” you sniffled, looking desperately into his eyes to find an ounce of that same affection you held for him

“aw sweetheart,” he reached into your back pocket and grabbed your phone. your heart immediately sunk as you saw your boyfriends name appear on your phone screen

“let's see what he has to say about that”

with a flick of his thumb, the facetime connected. the room grew tense once again as the line rang once, twice, then a click

"hello?"

you jumped closer, snatching the phone from alexis's hand

“what the hell are you doing?"

he smirked, standing closer to face you, "just giving him a little taste of what he's been missing out on"

“alex, no!" you tried desperately to hang up, but he grabbed the phone back

"look," he said, turning the screen to face me. your boyfriend's confused expression filled the screen. "you're mine, remember?"

the call went live, and alexis pulled you into a harsh kiss, his other hand holding the phone up so rubius could see. the sound of his voice, begging you to stop, was like a knife to your heart

alexis's hands roamed over your body, and you felt a mix of anger and revulsion. but there was something else, too – a flicker of the desire you once shared, a reminder of how intense things had been between the two of you

"see this?" Alexis murmured against your mouth, his eyes locked on the phone screen, "you still want me"

you pushed him away, the phone still in his hand

"you're pathetic," you spat, "this isn't going to change anything"

alex's eyes flashed with rage. he threw the phone on the couch, shattering the screen

"fine," he growled, "but if you think you can just walk away from me like this, you're wrong"

he stalked over to you, his movements predatory. you cautiously stepped back, your hand still on the door handle

"you're not leaving," he said, his voice low, "not until we settle this"

the air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved anger

"we're not doing this," you said, your voice shaking "i need to leave."

alexis took another step forward, his hand reaching out to grab your arm, "you owe me," he said, his voice a dangerous whisper, "you owe me everything"

with surprising strength, you shoved him back, "i don't owe you anything," you said, the anger evident in your shaky voice, "now get out of my way"

he smirked, his eyes dark and hungry, "you know you want this," he said, starting to unbutton his shirt, "you always did"

your eyes widened as he began to peel your shirt off over your head, "no," you said, voice strained, "i don't," but the lie felt heavy on your tongue

alex's hands moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them with a deliberate slowness

"you're mine," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours, "always have been, always will be"

as you stood there, half-dressed, the weight of his words hung between you. the room was silent and all that could be heard was the harsh breathing

"we despise each other," you said barely above a whisper, "this isn't love"

he pulled you closer, his hands on your bare skin

"it's better than love," he said, his breath hot against your neck, "it's power"

you couldn't deny the heat building between the two of you as you stumbled towards the bedroom, your bodies tangling together in a dance of anger and lust. each touch was a declaration of war, each kiss a battle cry. you both tore at each other's clothes, the fabric ripping under your desperate grip

"you never loved me," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion as you fell onto the bed

"i never had to," he murmured, his eyes burning into yours, "i owned you, but that doesn't take away from the fact that you're the best piece of ass i've ever had"

with that, he pushed you down onto the bed, his weight pinning you as he tugged at your body with an angry urgency. his touch was rough, his kisses bruising, but you couldn't ignore the dark thrill that shot through you

your bodies moved together in a fiery dance of spite and passion, each touch a silent declaration of your mutual contempt. alex's eyes bore into you, filled with a blend of anger and desire as he yanked your shirt over your head, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air. his own clothes followed in a flurry of fabric, each piece discarded with the same aggression he used to claim you

"i don't want you," you murmured through clenched teeth as his hands found the clasps of your bra, pulling it down roughly. he smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph

"the feeling's mutual," he said, his voice thick with lust. his bare chest pressed against you, the heat of his skin searing into your own. the weight of him was a prison, yet your body arched towards him, betraying the anger coursing through your veins

"admit it," he breathed into your ear, "you want this as much as I do"

you swallowed hard, the truth lodged in your throat. "no," you managed to say, but it was a weak protest. the fire between you had never been about love; it was a toxic mix of obsession and control

alex's hand trailed down your body, his fingers tracing the lines of your curves with a possessive touch. one of his hands settled at the crook of your neck, just like he used to have it when you were together

"tell me," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper, "tell me how much you need me"

your voice was hoarse as you complied, the words coming out in a rush, "i hate you, alexis"

"and yet," he chuckled, his hand moving from your throat to down in between your quivering legs, "you're so wet for me."

the admission hung in the air, thick and heavy with the scent of your desire. you both knew it was true – your bodies had always responded to each other's anger, your passion a twisted knot of love and hate. alex's hands continued to explore your body, each touch a declaration of his dominance

"say it again," he ordered, his voice a low rumble as his fingers found their way inside you. the words tumbled out of your mouth like a confession

"i hate you"

"that's right," he murmured, his mouth finding your neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. "you hate me, but you can't resist me."

your eyes met, locked in a battle of wills. the anger in his gaze was intoxicating, a challenge you couldn't ignore. you hated him, but as your bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm, it was clear that the line between love and hate had always been blurred.

with a snarl, you pulled his face to yours, kissing him hard, your nails digging into his skin. he groaned, his grip on you tightening as your movements grew more erratic

his fingers were curling deeply inside of your tight gummy walls. he was down beneath you on the bed now, his head buried happily between your thick thighs

“oh fuck! mmmf.. i hate you! i hate you so much!” you whined, your fingers pulling at his hair

“yeah darling? fuck that’s so sexy, tell me again” he said, coming up from your cunt for a brief moment

"i hate everything about you! except your cock… i need you inside of me, you fucking asshole!” you pleaded desperately

your hands fumbled furiously, until you found his hard and throbbing member. you pumped him slowly, in hopes that he would get inside of you already

“oh baby, if that’s how you want me. your wish is my command” he said before giving your leaking pussy one last lick before moving so that he was standing

he placed a pillow underneath your lower back and pulled your legs to dangle on either side of you. as he slowly pushed his thickness into your pussy, your eyes squeezed shut at the sudden stretch. he was so much bigger than you remembered

“my baby girl, look at me. that’s it, you’re doing so well. tell me who this pussy belongs to” alex smirked as he pulled your body impossibly closer, pumping himself in and out of you

“it’s so so good! it’s all yours! fuck.. it’s yours, alexis” you cried out as alex buried his cock deep inside of you

"that's right sweetheart, you’re such an obedient little girl for me” he praised as he fucked you like never before

you needed him closer, you needed to close the distance between your warm naked bodies. alex sensed what you wanted and he pulled you up from the bed, settling you on his toned belly as your legs curled around his body in an effort to help keep you upright.

whimpers and moans filled the air as alexis pinned your back against the nearest wall. he was fucking into you relentlessly, never giving you a chance to breathe. you were in complete ecstasy

suddenly, alexis captured your mouth in a passionate kiss. nothing else in the world mattered in that very moment

"this doesn't change anything," you panted, breaking the kiss

"it doesn't have to," he smirked, his eyes filled with victory, "as long as you're still mine."

your hate-filled union reached its climax, your bodies trembling with the force of your release. for a moment, you were locked together, bound by the intensity of your shared history. but as the passion ebbed away, the cold reality of what you had just done settled over you like a shroud

the silence that followed was deafening, filled only with the sound of our ragged breathing. We lay there, our hearts racing, the space between us charged with the electricity of our unspoken truths.

alex rolled off of you, his eyes never leaving my face. "this isn't over," he said, his voice a warning

"It's never been over," you replied, your voice filled with a sadness that even surprised you

you dressed in silence, the weight of your actions pressing down on you like an unseen force. as you slipped your shirt over your head, the fabric whispered against your skin, a stark reminder of the power he still held over you

when you were both dressed, alexis handed you your phone, the screen a jagged mess of shattered glass

"call him," he said, his voice cold

you took the phone, my hands shaking, "why?"

"because," he said, "i want him to hear it from you, y/n"

you dialed the number, your heart in your throat. when your boyfriend answered, you took a deep breath

"rubius... you need to come over," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you"

as the line went dead, you looked at alexis, the realization of what you had just done crashing down on you. his smug smile told you everything you needed to know – this was just the beginning of his twisted plan for revenge

[prostocupoftea]

Kinitopet Programmers AU

finally i am finished with this one, daaaamn

it is hard to draw pathetic men with midlife crisis when your style is mostly for anime boys

more info and sketch version under the cut!!

sketch version aka how it'll probably look like in comic version 'n some doodles

srry for my writing but i was too laisy to put it as regular text

It is a plot-based au, i already have most of the storybits and like... a vibe-chart (i tried to make a playlist for this au and understood that for different chapters and different characters that'd be a copleatly different music, sooo it's a chart now :) )

i will post a fog-o-wared timeline that im hopefully gonna reveal comic-by comic, but also maybe with just pure writing. Hopefully i can include songs that i chose for them into it but we'll see (:

aaand of course designs can change, hopefully not much but we'll see

Now about au:

Main story:

Story follows non-sentient AI Kinito, his creator Sonny and his beta-tester Victoria (oc)

Being literally the first AI (or RRA in-univere) ever, Kinito does not have any, and i mean, any ai safety features so of course his reponce to a goal phrased as "have user near me and/or interacting with me as much as possible" is digitizing them into his own virtual world while killing them in the process. why wouldn't it be?

So that happened. Like, a lot. And with Sonny and Vic too (at the different time but yeah)

Sonny is like "He kills people. We should turn him off because, you know, killing people is bad."

Vic is like "well, we will die if we do that, and it is not that bad here, we are kinda immortal. We should give him acces to changing his initial instalation code before admin priveleges and acces to social media so we can have everythin we want here. It is not that bad to digitize humanity, yk?" and yes i know it is 90, no social media, but shut up, if they made ai then, then i can make twitter then too

Sonny is like "...no??"

And then they fight about it for million chapters

Also they both can't do anything without agreeing bc they have two parts of that admin access key (the data you use to delete kinito in-game) so they are stuck with eachother (also that's why Kinito can't just kill them)

Little facts that may or may not to be important:

Kinito asks so many questions (and weird once too) and has most of the glitches because he needs to analise your responces to copy your mind perfectly (let's pretend that people wouldn't lie about that...)

Your house in your virtual world is made from important places from your memories and oh boy can i do character explorations with this one

I decided that Sonny and Vic are not related. There were thoughts about making then "The Kinito Brothers" (or, at least, siblings) that were mentioned in commercial, but nah, they are just coworkers now. And a bit of work-friends (bc if you interact a lot as a manager of the project and the best worker might as well be friendly)

Author has no idea how small dying toy companies that accidentally create technological marvel work. Author has some idea how AI-s work. So be prepared to be spoon-fed info abut which ai safety problem we are dealing with in which chapter (:

Kinito will mostly be unrendered (as drawn here) but for some cool moments i might pose him as for my other posts. Also his eye placement changes to the side that is most visible because i want him to be able to look to the right side sometimes--

Also when i say "fucked up mentally" i mean they have that them psychological problems with me projecting heavilly B) (guess on who i project most. trick question. all of them. the whole au is my problems split into three characters and forced to interact B) )

Also sea-creature analogies (that are gonna be mentioned like twice):

Victoria is a flying fish because deep character reasons

Sonny is a pufferfish because i said so

oh also there is 7 deaths in the plot as for now

on 3 characters

good luck figuring out who, how and when ((:

for my own sanity i will probably make little doodles where everything is great and kinito is a good guy and not a number-obsessed maniac (i mean... can u imagine not being able to feel any happiness from anything besides one thing... damn...) and you can differenciate them bc good-guy kinito will have a lot of stickers on him (i will explain it somehow but real reason is just bc it is cute af)

like this but even more stickers (he is unfinished here)

[br0wni3xx]

Blog bio ! (Late asf)

Last updated: 6/05 2025

Welcome to this shitty aah ass blog where i post my arts and maybe videos. Also, i update this often so come check sometimes ! 🥀

I usually do:

•Gore art 🥩

•Art abt my ocs 🩸

•Fanart (for people or just characters i like) 💕

•Art abt characters i like 📄

•Ships i like/ship 🌹

•Simpship 🧺

•Lgbt aah couples/mentions 🌈

•Creppy/scary art 👁️

•Suggestive things 🥀

(im a minor, it wont will be nfsw anyways so DONT be weird)

•Ecto bodies (in utmv) 💀

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CURRENT SONA :

(I usually put her on the clothes I'm wearing at the moment. But that's optional. Also the eyes are your preference, i dont mind it! :•3)

Call me by; Bun (or bun bun); Viv or Br0wni3 if easier just dont confuse me with my oc

I go by: She/her; they/them; it

Im NOT english and im dyslexic, please be pacient!

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•Make fanart abt my ocs or sona

•Ask me Things (pls, i dont bite... maybe)

•Ask for friendship (try your luck)

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•Steal my art

•Trace my art

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(im a minor as said before...)

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•#Br0wni3 yaps (me yapping)

•#Br0wni3 doodles (me doodling)

•#Br0wni3 shitpost (me doing random shit)

•#Ask Br0wni3 (answering questions)

•#Br0wni3 telling u (announcements)

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[ejudollz]

Ive been sending u sm thoughts im srry 😭🙏

But we know how taki has a good sense of smell right, how do u think he'd react if u wore a pheromone perfume (do these even actually work idk but lets pretend it does)

I feel like he'd feel so confused at first, like why is it whenever youre around him he gets all fidgety? Soon enough he just couldnt take it anymore

-👻

NOOOO don't apologize im so so happy to hear from u bby, don't worry <33 i appreciate your asks a whole lot i promise!! also idk how well those pheromone perfumes work but i do understand the science behind them so i will apply that here fr (i went on a ramble im passionate about scents and shit like that, this is my shit)

taki has a very strong nose, he can recognize your natural scent on your clothing, his clothing, and on things around the house. he would be able to easily tell if you've switched perfumes or if you've started using a new body wash or shampoo because he spends a lot of time pressing his face into you and breathing in your scent. he's one of those boyfriends that would cuddle into you and press his face into your neck or into your hair and he would just enjoy how good you smell and how he can just sniff you like this whenever he wants.

he would be a good person to scent train, associating certain scents to certain scenes or scenarios would be very affective on him. certain perfumes and things can make him instantly hard, the fidgety and needy energy coming over him the moment you walk past him wearing the scent that you linked to sexual scenes. he's just like a dog, he'd follow after you and his body would be hot and he would desire you so badly.

taki already really loves your natural scent like i said. he's super into having your scent in his clothes and all around him so the fact that the pheromone perfume heightens it would drive him nuts. the moment it starts to get activated taki would notice that you smell really good. he'd keep getting the urge to seek you out. he's naturally clingy but something about this would leave him confused. he'd not be able to resist the urge to cling onto you, sitting near you and nuzzling into your chest or neck. you just smell so good whenever you're nearby. i think taki probably gets hard pretty easily so it wouldn't take a long time before he's having to adjust his pants. he would start getting hard without him even realizing so he would keep fidgeting to hide it because he doesn't understand what's going on. he just wants to be around you and to have you touching him and focusing your attention on him.

he'd get so needy when you sit by him or when you hug him. everytime u place a kiss on his lips he would want to deepen it and not let you go. you'd find it amusing because all of his actions are so obvious, you'd observe how he's falling apart. he'd have so much confusion on his face but also so much desire. he wouldn't be able to take it anymore so when you kiss him he'd just have to take things further. he'd mutter against your lips about how you smell so good and how much he wants you. he'd be a little frantic, wasting any time unbuckling his pants and pressing against you. i feel like everything he does would be focused on you. he'd want to eat you out so badly, spend all his time smelling you and feeling each part of your body. he would just want to keep his dick inside, just feeling your gummy walls around him for as long as he can before he makes u cum.. yeah..

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Im tryna cook here so hear me out on this : what if SMC(shadow milk cookie)​&reader are in the same trope of Rudolph​&Catherine from dangerously yours?(it may not be same-same kidda wipe cuz I didn't watch the movie yet lol(srry not srry))​ : It's started from reader got send by the witches to spy keep eyes on the old ancients(before corrupted-after corrupted)​but suddenly reader fell in love with one of them(aka SMC)​and so do he,but then after he and the other got corrupted he become obsessed toward them(obviously)​but then he started to realized that the witches are planing to seal him and the other fallen ancient​s away cause​ of their actions of being corrupted and cause choas on earthbeard, so he conveice reader to tell him how to get to the witches(reader's witches spy and have their own specific way to contact/went to face the witches)​ and get him and his friends revenge on the witches but reader ran away instead and not telling him,and in the end they met each other​ again at the silver tree where the witches was going to seal them in and the line between reader&shadow milk will be like : "your time is up" "do you think actually going to let it happen?to let them seal me?to seal us?!" "..i mean just that" "....... well then go ahead" "i'll get this over with" "You won't do it,you won't let this happen...you won't because you love me."-"it takes a very brave and and a very cold person to do that,(y/c/n)"-"I don't think you can..."

Note / I think amma gonna end it here and I'll let u imagine it on ur own😭actually it was gonna be longer than this but I accidentally delete half of it so my lazy ass just tell me to get this over with😔(no any​one's oc x canon pls I beg u(Im srry))​

throwing this into the Warden Reader AU, because silly.

Requested Prompts #44 - 💔💓

The words of the witches ring through your head as you stand ready in your position. " You have to be there, Reader Cookie." They had said. " For you are the only one who can see through his deception, it's how we know that the seal will truly work on them all." You knew what they'd really meant, but it was whatever. This was your purpose, what you were made for. There was no defying your own destiny when your were chained to it. It was an anchor dragging you down into the abyss of the sea, dread it, run from it, hide from it all you wish but it will still drag you down all the same. And then, you saw him. Your destiny made personified right in front of you in the form of a far too large blue cookie. Shadow Milk Cookie, the Cookie of Deceit as Elder Faerie had put it. The grin he wore was wide, yet not open enough to look insane as it usually did. His eyes were focused on you, keeping track of each and every action you took and each reaction you displayed. Such analysis befitted the former Cookie of Knowledge, but only fragments of the past were left in the beast before you. He'd strayed from how the witches made him due to the power of the soul jam, all of them had. You steel yourself after a mere millisecond of hesitation, pointing your spear at him with determination. " Your time is up." You coldly announced, not daring to let anything else slip into your tone. He'll use anything to get the upper hand, all you need to do is to distract him until the seal is prepared. His grin widened. " You mean you're actually going through with this? You're actually sticking by them, even though they're betraying you?" He asked, almost mockingly in tone. You knew not to search his expression for a hint of genuineness in his expression like you did in the past, and yet you did for just a moment. And maybe there was something, but you stopped yourself from looking. " ... I mean just that." You replied. You watched as he shrunk down, each step he got smaller and smaller until he was just a bit taller than you. " Well by all means, go ahead my dear." He said almost cruelly, taunting you by laying his head upon the tip of your spear. You hesitate, " This will be your finale." you state to his amusement. He smiled, an airy chuckle seeping through his lips. " You won't do it, you can't bring yourself to let this happen. All because you love me." The beast taunts, pressing his neck closer to the blade in a way that was just enough to draw forth a few droplets of his blueberry jam. " It takes a very brave and cold cookie to do that, I don't think you can."

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Or, what happened before the witches sealed the beasts in the Warden!Reader timeline, and during.

[prdx0invader]

★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。＼｜／。★

“𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪… 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡..”

★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。＼｜／。★

♡ — notes yuji x reader, yuji being a cutie, fluff to angst, gn!reader, bad writing, might make this a series with other characters <3 (i made this in the middle of the night so spare me)

★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。＼｜／。★

𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦.. 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭..

𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 wanted 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

yuji sat inside the classroom, wondering what to do since his friends had plans. EVEN GOJO WAS BUSY. it was like this most of the time though. it could be worst you know. he could be dead right now. yuji got over his little moment of silence and stood up to go home. he noticed somebody pass by. it was ____ . yuji never really talked to them but he thought they were really cool. "hey, ____ !" yuji waved over at them. they turned around and waved back. "why are you still here itadori?" ____ asks. "don't you go wtih megumi and nobara after class?" yuuji looks down embarrassed, "well not all the time..but are you dong anything? maybe we could do something!" he quickly changed the conversation. __ smiled, "no, im not doing anything. what'd you have in mind?" these really had no idea what to do together, they didn't know much about each other. but they walked around a couple of stores in the city to find something that can catch their eyes. there was a close figure store that caught yuuji's eyes. he out his face to the window as his eyes lit up at the figure he was waiting so long to get. "you watch (show name) too, itadori?!" __ questioned. yuuji looks back at them. "duhh!! it's my favorite show!" both of their eyes light up at each other. "marathon at my place?!" "of course!" the two had a sleepover at ____'s place getting to know each other and sitting together screaming to each other aboutt (show name). " ____ where's your family? you mentioned them before but there not here." "oh, they're at (country name) still. i was living with a very close friend of my mom before having enough money to buy this place." "you're lonely too huh?" "what?" ____ looked at yuuji. "it's just me at home...that's kind of the reason i asked if we could hang out." yuuji and ____ lock eyes and smile. "well.. how about from now on you could come over whenever you like. i don't care how long you stay." ____ said with a smile. yuuji hesitated for a sec but agrees. they finally had the company they wanted.

yuuji stares down at a completely lifeless ____ in a hospital bed. he felt so many emotions but the only one visible was betrayal and shock. its been about 3 weeks he's been staying at ____'s place, and the other noticed how close you two were. it just hurts seeing lose another close person. he hated being a vessel even more.. maybe if he never got close to you, you wouldn't have gone out like this. why did it have to be the day he was gonna confess to you? he just wanted to love you and you to love him.

★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。★★。＼｜／。＼｜／。★

♡ — author note srry its so bad, i don't know how to write but i'll write more of this cause i like it ♡

[messrmoonyy]

im new to requesting stuff so srry if it's bad 😭😭 idk you have done this one before but can you please do a tess servopoulos fluff drabble / blurb where she comes back from patrol really tired and stressed. then you both spending the entire night cuddling and you giving her words of affirmations or whatever it's called 🧍🏽‍♀️

i hope this is good enough , have a good day / night <33

Tess Servopoulos x reader

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It was late when you finally heard Tess return home, softly closing the front door downstairs and the soft thud of her feet on the stairs. She wasn’t being remotely loud. But it seemed so many years of training yourself to jump at the smallest sound still hadn’t worked its way out of your system. Tess had been called out on one of the late night patrols, filling in for one of the usual night guys spot after he’d come down with the flu.  

You’d tried your hardest to stay awake and wait for her, but clearly your eyes had given up on you and you’d dozed off at some point. You stirred as she walked into the bedroom, sighing softly when she slipped into bed behind you. She slid her arm over your waist, pulling you back against her with a sigh of her own. 

“ Tessa “ you whispered almost dreamily, happy to have her back safe and sound 

“ hey baby “ she said softly “ did I wake you? “ she asked, her breath warm against your neck. 

“ it’s okay I’m glad you did “ you shifted in her embrace, turning around so that you could look at her in the dark “ how was patrol? “

“ nothing out of the ordinary. Wanna sleep for a week though. Remind me never to agree to this shift ever again “ she mumbled, leaning her forehead to yours for a moment. 

“ let’s stay in bed all day tomorrow…

Today? What time is it? “ it made her laugh slightly and oh how you loved to make her laugh. 

“ perfect idea. I don’t want to move. At all “ 

“ we can stay here all day “ You reached out to softly touch her face, fingers ghosting over her skin. You traced the lines, the scars, the soft wrinkles settling into the corners of her eyes “ you’re so beautiful “ you couldn’t help but whisper, voice almost dreamy. 

It felt such a privilege to lay there with her. To be the one granted the honour of watching her age in a world where not many got to. To be able to lay there with lines settling into your own skin, to age beside her. To be able to trace those lines, to run your fingers through the greys that speckled the hair of her temples. 

She was truly a sight to behold. 

“ I don’t feel it. I feel old “ she mumbled, eyes falling closed under your soft touches seemingly soothed by them  “ I ache “

“ I think you’re beautiful “ you reassured her “ I always have I always will “ you leant forward to kiss her, the slow lingering kind where you felt like you were floating, hand tangling into her hair to pull her impossibly closer “ I love you “ you whispered against her lips after a few moments “ so much “ 

Tess smiled warmly, a smile that had been so rare a few years ago. But was now so wonderfully common. It still made your chest bloom with warmth every time you saw it. To see genuine her joy. 

“ I love you too “ she kissed you once more, and placed a soft kiss to your forehead before urging you to turn around again “ it’s late, get some more sleep “ you were too tired to protest and rolled over, letting Tess’ arms pull you back against her again. She sighed softly as she settled in, nuzzling her face against your neck in a way she so often did. 

Your eyes grew heavy again and you smiled once more at the blissful joy of being able to lay there with her, in a bed big enough for you both. With blankets that were warm and in a house instead of a crappy little apartment. 

Safe. Warm. And together.