#thank you tho! it is wonderful to relive everything

[siriusanotherside]

Recently I discovered that all the "Minako is Yoruko's sempai" thing is incorrect .

In Yoruko's character page on LINUJ website, Yoruko's sempai is mentioned, and LINUJ says that her name is Amane Kaira. And with the fact that, to be her sempai, she had to be close in age to Yoruko, and that, in SDRA2, Yoruko is a bit older than Yuki (The original class 79's Lucky Student) and Sora (Pretty much a "clone" of Akane Taira), but still younger than 30, while Minako, while Yoruko was still a teen, should already had Kizuna at that point, so sho would have been more than 35 at least (I'm not sure what's Minako's exact age).

In reality, Yoruko's connection with Minako was that the latter was the owner of the bar Yoruko and her sempai worked at.

Indeed anon, you are correct.

In fact, Yoruko herself in-game confirms this. In chapter 6, while they are exploring the island, right after finding Yuri’s capsule and information.

“Minako was the madam at the bar I used to work at high school”.

I checked 3 translations and they confirm it.

I think, at least for me, the confusion happened due to:

a) It has been a long time since watching everything

b) the Paradise cg's pink hair in a shade close enough to Minako's that my brain immediately connected them, when Yoruko’s senpai also had pink hair.

c) it is a line in between a huge amount of texts and reveals and so it can get easily lost.

d) Yoruko's senpai not having a sprite / easily assignable clothing while Minako has and looked oddly matching in Paradise's cgs.

So yeah.

Thank you for the ask!

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my heart is.

Chapter 2: It was a date? Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 918 A/N: I'll make a separate post for what I envisioned Miledy to be, those would be early designs tho.

(edited as of Feb 20)

“Thanks again for coming, Al. Thanks for the radio too, it must’ve been quite expensive,” I said to him with a small smile. We were currently in a coffee shop, where I invited him as a thank you for taking me around the city for the best stores and sights in town.

“It’s nothing grand, it was my pleasure! Besides, I was the one that asked to come with you either way,” he replied with his grin before drinking his coffee. “I just hope you would listen to me while I’m on air.”

“I wouldn’t miss it!” I replied happily giving him a radiant smile.

Alastor seemed to enjoy the sight and happy hum and continued, “Speaking of which, darlin’. I wanted to ask you to sing a few songs during my radio show. I quite enjoy your songs and fantastic singing voice; it definitely has the potential to go big! And why not invite you over, it’s a win-win-win for us!”

I was shocked for a moment and rambled on mostly to myself, “W-well, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m good enough to do that and specially on your own show I couldn’t--.”

I stopped when he took my hand pat it, encasing my hands with his large ones. “Calm down, sweetheart. I won’t force you if you don’t want to. I just wanted to open an opportunity for you, I didn’t to put you in a tight spot there. I apologize.”

I looked at him with grateful eyes with how understanding he was and nodded my head.

“Just tell me when you’re ready, darling. That offer is always open,” he encouraged with his enthusiastic theatrics. He then looks at his watch and announces, “Oh would you look at that! It’s almost time! We should hurry if we want to catch up.”

I stood up with him confused as he escorted me outside and hailed a taxi for us to get in. “Where are we going, Al?”

“That’s a surprise,” he whispered with half-lidded eyes and his easy grin.

Flustered, I turned my head to the streets and watch as the people pass by. Eventually, halted by the seaside. The golden hue flushed the world around us, making everything look magical.

I went and held the silver railing and simply uttered, “Wow.”

Hearing nothing from the usually talkative radio host, I looked over to Alastor who looked over the distance with melancholy hazing his eyes. Thinking over what happened today and the day I first met him, I started to reconsider what he said at the café. I wanted to do something for him for all the things he had given me.

“Hey, Al?” I called to him somewhat embarrassed.

He turns to me and puts on a lazy grin, replying, “Yes, sweetheart?”

“About the offer…” I look away from his eyes and breathed in, “I want to do it.”

His eyes visibly light up and gives me a hug, making me go wide eyed from the sudden show of affection. I didn’t think of him as the type of guy to be all touchy-feely. Before I could even return it, he unlatches off me and holds my shoulders eagerly.

“Wonderful! You won’t regret it. I’ll put on a show for you in no time!” he responds happily.

I give him a wry smile and laugh, before looking back at the shore reliving through what I went through today, while Alastor placed his arm around my shoulders quite intimately. I looked at the hand on my shoulder and back to his face and laughed.

“You know, if someone were to look at us right now and all the things we did together. I’d think they’d surely assume that we were on a date,” I jested, nudging my shoulder at him.

He doesn’t say anything at first but the counters, “Funnily enough, I always thought that were the case.” I look at him confused making him pet my head, “I won’t deny that I hold an attraction towards you, and neither will I deny that today’s plans were exactly a date.”

“S-so you.. to me??” I stuttered bewildered that someone as him would like a simple girl like me.

“But of course!” he explains, “The moment I saw you in the club you’ve already caught my eye, and having to share a two, few many drinks with you. You are quite a rarity in an age like this.”

“B-but what if I-,” I started feeling my anxiety get to me, try to get away from his grip.

“My dear, what if are only figurative. Nothing good will ever come out of overthinking,” he tried holding my hands trying to soothe me.

I took a big breath in and asked, “Are you sure you’d want me? I’m not a good person, Alastor. I mess up, make mistakes and I’m a coward.”

Looking down at our hands, I missed the mysterious haze over his eyes and replied, “So am I. I like you for who you are, Miledy. Whether you stumble and fall or flourish and grow, I want to be the first person there to pick you up and support you.”

I smiled at him, finding comfort in his words and nodded my head, “Okay. I want to there for you too, Al.”

“Lovely. How about I take you home now? Our outing has gotten a little bit late,” he changed the topic.

“Alright,” I answer happily letting him escort me while talking all the way home.

[cookiepie111]

My girl

This is just my ramblings for könig with a cam! girl (x black reader), please like and reblog 🙏🏾

Hey, so if anyone wants to write smut for this, please!!! Do cause I can't , it gotta be black reader tho! Also, is it even a könig fic if I'm not bullying the man? It's been too long! Not proofread

He'd fly you out,does he feel shame yes a little but the thought of being in you and absolutely destroying you. hearing you in person and not through his laptop. takes over, quickly wiping away shame he felt.

You have dinner, dressed all sweetly for him. Off shoulder dress showing off your bronze skin to him.

They say you eat with your eyes first, and this man wants nothing more than to devour you. He's been pulling at his pants constantly,it's so hard to stay focused on the date when you look this good. Wishing your lips would leave mocha stains on his dick and not the glasswar

He feels dick twitching every time you laugh or smile. A smile that could melt even this harder soldiers icy heart.

He feels awful, constantly tapping his foot watching the clock, rushing the waiter with the bill. It's not fair he knows it, but this is all just foreplay for the main event.

Listen, he absolutely destroys you. You're nothing but a puddle under him, dazed and cockdrunk. You go your separate ways, and he continues to watch your videos.

Christmas rolls around and he gets a package at his door. It's frilly and too girly to be a threat, opening it there's a letter from you thanking him for his time and support and everything he did. "There's an extra gift in there for you too! 💋" he pulls out the pink tissue paper, a cd. König beyond excited a shiver going straight through his spine.

Not a moment waisted getting the cd into his laptop. The first thing he hears are your moans .It's the two of you at the hotel. Reliving this moment is unreal. He's not even sure when his hands reached his cock, matching the pace to his past self.

slowly coming down from the high with staggered breaths, he reaches for the box, pulling out the rest of the letter.

"I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and get to spend lots of time with your family and loved ones!"

The shame and reality hit him all at once. He's alone, he's going to be spending Christmas alone. He wasn't someone to you just another customer. The post nut clarity hits hard, just once könig would like to get off without feeling shame

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Play Pretend

- you and Spencer had been together for 6 months when you got offered a job working with the BAU

- at first, you and Spencer discussed how he was going to introduce you to the team, who had no idea he was even in a relationship

- but then you decided that instead you’d put the team at the butt of the joke, rather than Spencer

- not in a cruel way, just for a bit of fun (but also payback cuz sometimes the team do be assholes to Spencer tho)

- so you decided to show up at the BAU in your separate cars at different times, and act like you’d never met before

- and it was hilarious from the moment it started

- you and Spencer obviously got along really well from the get go, and the team noticed right away

- Spencer fully let himself swoon over you in front of the team, and upon forming friendships with the team yourself, you started to do the same

- you both talked to different people on the team, all of them quizzing you about how you felt about the other then relaying that information to the rest of the team

- they were DESPERATE to set you up

- ESPECIALLY Penelope

- she pretty much followed Spencer around listing reasons why he should ask you out

- so on the odd occasion when Spencer offered to drive you home, or you offered to drive him, the entire team would go into cardiac arrest

- because thanks to some careful address re-routing, none of them were aware that you were headed back to the same house

- the team loved forcing you and Spencer into the same room and leaving you by yourselves, JJ and Derek sending you both on coffee requests at the same time so that you’d meet by the machine, the entire team staring through the window and trying to read your lips to figure out what was being said

- over time, you both let more chemistry show between you, spending a little more time together naturally

- and there were, of course, moments that were unintentional. such as, you grabbing Spencer whenever you got scared, or him getting very protective of you whenever you were in danger or talking to a person who was being an asshole to you

- those werent played up, they were part of your love for each other that naturally shone through

- it went so much better than expected

- every time the two of you got home, you would share stories of what Penelope or JJ or Derek had said to one of you that day about something the other had said, or you’d talk about a particular moment they tried to force between you, and you’d laugh to no end

- it was sheer bliss, a mischevious ongoing prank, the greatest secret

- after a while, it started to feel like you were two lovesick teenagers having to hide your relationship from everyone, which added a whole other layer of excitement to everything

- you knew it couldnt go on forever because eventually the team would figure it out, or your relationship would progress to the extent of you wearing an engagement ring when the team didnt even know you’re in a relationship, whichever came first

- it was very sweet while it lasted, it was like reliving the start of your relationship in an entirely different setting and with a very entertaining audience

- but you knew it had to end, so the two of you started discussing how to reveal the truth

- eventually, you came up with a conclusive plan

- you had to wait for the right opportunity, which was kinda infuriating, because once you’d come up with a plan, you wanted to do it, especially with how funny you knew this was going to be

- the opportunity came after the next case

- the team left the jet and filed back into the building, everyone tired and ready to get home

- you and Spencer had been playing things up just a little more that day, sensing it was getting to the endgame, so everyone was watching you a little closer

- you both went over to Spencer’s desk and pretended to be flirtily discussing something very quietly, Spencer leaning to whisper in your ear with confidence he never would’ve had if you werent already in a relationship with him

- in his peripheral vision, Spencer saw Derek hold his arm out in front of the rest of the team, stopping them walking so that they could all see what was happening

- you giggled, mostly at the team and not at Spencer flirting, because he hadnt been flirting, he’d been telling you the existentialist and the lightbulb joke that never failed to make you smile

- nodding at him, you stepped back from him and took his hand, turning to the team

“We’ll be back in a minute, we left something in the storeroom!” You say, a flushed smile on your face, not giving the team anytime to say anything before you both ran off to the store room next to Penelope’s office

- Spencer pushed you up against the wall, which definitely wasnt necessary because the door was closed and the team wouldnt be able to hear that (despite them all being crowded around the door like horny teenagers), he just felt like being a tease

“Ready?” You asked him, and he nodded, both of you smiling

- with that, you took your phone out of your pocket and clicked into the tab you’d been waiting to use

- Penelope’s computer beeped, the two of you heard her run into her office

“Umm...guys and girls?” She called, and the footsteps of the rest of the team followed her into the office.

“What’s up babygirl?” Derek asked.

“Well, I know this borders on stalking, but I had this tab open on (Y/N)’s information, mainly her social media files but also her more private information, including her address. Which just changed.” Penelope explained hurriedly.

“(Y/N)’s address has changed? Where does she live now?”

“Not where does she live now, it’s where she has lived since she started working here. Take a look.” Penelope clarified, stepping back from her computer to let everyone else see.

- hearing the events unfold, you and Spencer left the store room, sprinting back towards the glass doors

- the team follow you having heard the door open, and they catch Spencer lifting you up by the waist and pulling you back down into a passionate kiss, before the two of you sprint out of the glass doors laughing hysterically

Derek chuckled and crossed his arms. “Damn, they really got us good.”

[sevaonpandora]

★ !! ANIMALISTIC ₊˚

. . .

being lost in an unknown forest so far from your clan that you meet an ometecaiya ☘️

warnings!!: sharp fangs, knife, blood/scrathes, slow burn ?

Note 📝- thank you guys for the support on the last post !! Also i wrote this at 1am..sorry if its rough 😓💗

neteyam x fem!reader

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹..

you were lost in a big, dangerous forest. And you had a couple of marks and scratches here and there. in your clan your known as the brave and risky one..but youll never admit that you're terrified right now. Everything looked the same, there were no paths just wild life. Night was setting and you can get attacked by anything anytime right now.. but then suddenly you hear someone or something stepping on a branch. You turn around quickly, holding your knife in your hand with heavy breathe.

oh eywa..

the creature reveals himself and- a boy? your instincts tell you to hiss at him so you do, tail flicking in a protective stance..but its just out of shock and fear. The boy dosent react and tilts his head to the side, probably wondering where you even came from. He notices your tail movements and your posture, you teeth were sharper than usual. You seemed a bit more animalistic than the other na'vi. This was ometecayia property, his hand was on his knife aswell just in case youll attack but..he was gentle with you because you guys looked the same age.

'..are you alright?' he asks, his voice curious but genuinely concerned when he sees your scars and blood

You dont answer just nod slowly ..

'where did you come from?' he asks, referring to your clan and how you got here. He was serious.

'.. tarayngi" you mumble..a bit embarrassed that you got lost, your ears pointing down

'im Neteyam, ometecayia.' he says with a small smile , he can tell your nervous and scared so hes trying to be easy on you but in reality hes just as shocked as you are.

'do you need help? '

'im alright.' you say, even tho you needed the help. You need food, water, shelter. A safe place.

It was silent for a second, but the boy didnt believe you one bit.

'you seem injured .'

You gulp.

'here, let me take you to our clan.' he softly grabs your hand..and you hesitate.

'please, trust me. i wont hurt you'

Your eyes stare into his..you nod. I mean what could go wrong? Hes just a boy that seems around the same age as you and is friendly.

You and neteyam enter the village and he brings you to his father.

'dad- sir i found a lost girl.' he says, switching the name he calls his own father (sorry yall☹️.)

After explaining what happened, Jake and Neytiri let you stay for a night and tomorrow they'll bring you back home. You felt relived that you didn't have to spend the night in a dangerous forest alone.

'do you need tsahik?' neteyam tilts his head at you with a soft look

'no- im fine..' you say, tail flicking a bit.

night finally comes, the sky getting dark but being brighten up with the millions of stars. You were excited for tomorrow, to go home..but theres one problem.

There arent any mauri or hammocks left.

'shit- uhm.' neteyam mumbles to himself

'..there arent any hammocks left.'

Your eyes widen slightly..

'oh' you stand there akwaradly, not sure what to say

Jake, neteyams father then walks in and looks at neteyam then you

'sorry but you two will have to sleep next to each other ' jake says, his voice calm..as if its not a big deal and then leaves.

what in mother eywa. I cant sleep next to someone i barely know. Neteyam turns his head to look at you

'hey, if youd like i can sleep on the floor' he says, he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

You wanted to say yes but you felt bad. Hes done so much for you just for him to sleep on a cold hard floor

'no- its alright. Youll get cold'

you say, your voice hoarse.

Neteyam smiles at you , finding you gesture generous

'okay.'

You both get in the hammock, luckily it was pretty big so it could fit two people. You bodies were akwaradly pretty close..you turn to the other side.

'goodnight, teyam.' you say..you already gave him a nickname. a smile creeps on his face at the name.

thats cute..

he thinks before replying

'goodnight.' he says back, turning to the other side

SHOULD I MAKE A PART TWO?? 😼

[atlasscrumpit]

Steve x reader

(he/him reader)

You sat on the roof of the avengers tower, smoking a cigarette.

You knew if Steve found you, you'd be dead. But, you couldn't help it. You were stressed out of your mind.

Suddenly the sun was blocked out and you looked up to see Steve above you.

"Fuck." You muttered as he reached down and grabbed the cigarette out of your hand and extinguished it.

"Y/N." He warned as you groaned.

"I know, I know. It's terrible for me and I'll die young." You muttered as Steve sat beside you.

"Is it because Thor and Loki are coming today?" Steve asked as you rested your head on the wall behind you and sighed.

"You know how hard this shit is for me." You muttered, Steve decided to not scold you for swearing.

"I know reliving your life on Asgard isn't ideal, but I've seen you get through it. And I also know I can get you through it if you feel like you can't." Steve said as you chuckled.

"Well, I liked the way you got me through it last time." You said as he chuckled and shook his head.

"No shame, huh?" He said, making you chuckle.

"Come on, Steve. You know your dick gets me..." You were about to finished before Steve stood up.

"Okay, I'm out." Steve said as you quickly got up and grabbed him.

"Alright! I'm sorry, I'll behave." You said making him smile and pull you towards him.

He kissed your cheek as you chuckled.

"Come on, I'm about to see my cousins. At least kiss me on the lips to get me through this." You said as he rolled his eyes and leaned in to kiss you.

"My room after everything, okay?" Steve said as you smiled and nodded.

"Thanks, Cap."

--

You sat at the kitchen waiting for your annoying ass cousins to arrive.

You were dreading it.

The elevator made a noise as you groaned and stood up.

The elevator opened and you looked up to see them looking like they always did.

"Cousin!" Thor shouted as you ran behind Steve.

"No, you're not breaking my ribs!" You shouted as Thor chuckled.

He grabbed your and wrapped his arms around you as you groaned.

Thor let go of you before you looked at Loki.

"Cousin." He grumbled as you rolled your eyes.

"Good to see you too." You muttered looking away from him.

"Well, we have a lot to talk about. Hopefully Y/N won't be joining us. We don't need a child talking about important information." Loki said as you clenched your fists, you felt Steve step beside you.

"Loki, enough. Put everything aside, this is just business." Steve said as Loki walked away.

You groaned and got ready for the meeting.

--

Three hours later you felt like you wanted to rip your own heart out.

You watched Thor talk on and on before you felt Steve's hand go onto your thigh, you turned to look at him and smiled softly.

"Hang in there." He whispered as you reached and held onto his hand under the table.

After another half hour you were finally finished.

You groaned and exited the meeting room.

"Go up to my room, I'll be there in a moment." Steve said as you nodded. You were about to leave before Loki snarled something to you.

"Disgrace, just go wherever your master tells you, don't you?" He said as you narrowed your eyes at him, you went to go punch him but he disappeared and laughed from behind you.

"Still falling for that?" He asked as you closed your eyes and tried to calm down.

"Says the one that betrayed Asgard and killed our people. Fucking frost giant!" You shouted spitting at him, Loki was about to attack you before Thor grabbed him and Steve grabbed you.

"Fuck you!" You screamed as Loki laughed.

"You're fucking pathetic, no wonder you were expelled from Asgard. You're own father couldn't even love you." He growled as you tried to escape Steve's grip.

"Your father is a fucking frost giant that didn't even want a fucking runt like you! Not to mention Odin who regretted saving you!" You shouted back before Loki teleported out of Thor's grip and summoned his knife, swiping at you and cutting your cheek.

Steve pulled you behind him and disarmed Loki before throwing him back at Thor.

"Enough! Y/N, go and wait upstairs. Thor take Loki back to Asgard, our meeting is over." Steve demanded as you groaned and walked away from them, heading upstairs to Steve's room.

A year ago you would've screamed and trashed the room, but you'd come a long way from that.

Kind of.

"That little fucking snake!" You shouted throwing a pillow across the room.

You collapsed onto Steve's bed and sighed, waiting for him.

Eventually you heard the door close and looked up to see Steve entering.

You sat up and looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't...I shouldn't let it get to me anymore." You whispered with guilt in your voice as Steve sat beside you.

"Y/N, I'm not angry at you. You handled yourself well against him, I didn't think he would still stoop that low." He whispered as you ran your hand through your hair and sighed.

"I hate him so much." You whispered, shaking your head.

"Lay down." Steve said as you crawled up to the bed and laid down, Steve laid beside you and you instantly cuddled into his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

"I'll help you forget about today, okay?" He whispered as yiu nodded and did your best to focus on Steve.

"It's just us." Steve whispered making you smile softly.

"It's just us."

[rizlowwritessortof]

Thank you, gorgeous readers!

Thank you to everyone who has liked, reblogged and commented on Reckless - it’s so wonderful to see when I don’t manage to post a lot! Very grateful to those of you who stick around! I will never not be posting about Dean, even tho fics for Jensen’s other roles may pop up. Dean Winchester owns my heart. ❤️  (Dividers by @firefly-graphics​ )

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior  

JFC, Riz!! This was perfection!! Hot as hell!! 🥵🔥  This was incredible, so passionate, yet incredibly sweet and intimate!! Amazing work as always, my friend! 🥰🥰

😂🤣Linda, you always find the best gifs!! 

@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid 

It's been too long since I've had a chance to read and good Lord Riz this one is 🔥

Sundae, it was SO GOOD to see your name pop up!! Hope you’re doing well, my friend, I’ve missed seeing you on my dash!

@thatonewriter15

Oh, my gosh; oh, my gosh; oh, my gosh--a new piece from you!

This work only made things hotter on this stifling summer night, but I am not complaining one bit. ;]

THANK YOU for always being so encouraging!! ❤️

@jensensgotyoudean  

My god woman! 🥵🤤☠️🔥

Love you, mah Liz!! I love when I can get that reaction from you! 😁😈

@deans-spinster-witch

Absolutely amazing - just like this fic!  So hot - fantastic job’

Thank you SO MUCH!! 😊

@dorky-and-i-know-it

This was awesome Riz!! It filled a small part of my missing Dean feelings

💔 💔 💔 Girl, I KNOW - just wish we could have him back, relive everything like it was the first time... 

@wi-deangirl77

🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵

LOL Fire department is on the way!

[rainbow-femme]

I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING !! 💗 May I ask if you have any plans of continuing a song for patroclus? I miss it soso much T-T and i’d absolutely love to see your take on achilles’ rage and grief over patroclus

If not tho, i completely understand!! And I’d like to say thank u soso much for all that uve written. Your fic had meant sm to me, not only did it serve as wonderful reading company, but also as an intriguing character study that altered my, at the time, addled teenage brain (honestly cant believe sm years have passed since then!!) It genuinely felt like reading a novel, and I wish I could forget everything to relive it for the first time all over again.

Until now, I still keep certain passages of yours safely tucked in my mind, and aaa i hope you know how much you’ve helped and comforted me through your writing. I would gladly wait many more years for any updates!!

But still tho, whether ended or not, I really just wanna say thank you so so much for your lovely lovely fic!! I hope you’re doing well, and I wish you every happiness!!

Aw thank you, this was such a lovely message to wake up to

I have not abandoned it, and I always feel bad about how long updates take, but I have a novel I’m writing on my own so it’s one of those things where if I have the time and the drive I feel like it should go into that

I do want to get the next chapter out soon, it’s not too long or complicated at least. And in theory be better at doing updates so I’m not 90 and still writing it

But thank you again for such a wonderful message 💜

[mrs-geuse]

Hello! I recently played DBH and fell in love with Hank. I know I'm a little late, but I wasn't into dilfs before, even tho I knew the game.

Anyway, I saw your fanfics, and wondered if you'd be up to write one for me c:

I totally understand if not, as I mentioned, I'm late, but wanted to give it a shoot! Have a nice day 🤍😊

Only because you asked so nicely 😏

Seriously though - thank you! I haven't written in so long and it's really nice to return to our lovable Mr. Anderson.

It isn't fear that crosses your face, no. When the clock shifts to 11pm and he hasn't called, you know Hank's in another one of those moods. It's this month. Any time this month comes around, he's reliving. It's when he lost Cole. You both know it.

He's ashamed he's told you, but you're glad the friendship you've struck up has gotten to this level of comfortable. It makes you feel giddy. Not that Hank's even aware of your feelings for him, but you swallow that down.

But, yes, it's this month that weighs heavy. So he buries himself so deep in any case that crosses his desk and he gets home late. He'd cut back on drinking but these nights are often filled with unfair memories. You don't blame him if he resorts to old habits. One doesn't just heal after losing a kid.

You step in to help out. How can you not?

There's a spare key hidden on a shelf in his garage. No, he isn't stupid enough to just leave it out. He's a cop, after all. You know the pass code to his door lock on the garage, can stumble your way around in the dark no problem.

You take Sumo for walks often on nights like these. It helps you. Breaks up the lonely. Makes you feel important. You're so good at fixing. This is, unfortunately, one of those things you cannot fix.

So you take Sumo for a walk, try to hold things together for another night.

If Hank hasn't shown up at home by now, you usually go looking. Few local pubs, nothing too frantic. It's not like years ago when you'd find him booted from the place, passed out behind the wheel or against the brick of buildings.

Hank Anderson does reckless things when he's hurting.

It's what you tell yourself - especially tonight - when you've found him at Rival's Pub, nursing a beer. He's not drunk by any means and it's one of those fall specialty drinks, you can smell the almost maple flavor on his breath.

And then you can taste it.

After a, "you really got it out for me, don't cha, y/n?" You feel heat blossoming in your chest and before it registers, you're lip locked at the bar.

Hank Anderson does reckless things when he's hurting.

You repeat this to yourself. It plays in loop in your head as he's pressing you to the backseat of his car, as he's undressing you, as he's kissing down your body.

"Always fuckin' takin' care of me. You don't gotta do that, yanno. I'm...I'm okay." He says it between kisses and it sounds a lot more truthful this way than when he'd claimed it at work the other day.

You almost ruin it. Of course you do. When his head is midway down your thigh, awfully close to your sensitive bits, you say, "This may make work a little awkward, don't you think?"

He just shrugs, continues kissing down your form, loops his fingers under your knee and places his face between your thighs.

You'd dreamt of this moment, but nothing compares to the real thing. Hank Anderson loves to eat you out and when his talented tongue is done with you, you're a gasping mess for him.

"So pretty. So fuckin' pretty." It's everything you can do to hold yourself together when he's hovering over you like this, when he's praising you like this.

Hank doesn't ever say "thank you" for taking care of things while he's struggling emotionally, but this is the closest he's ever gotten.

You agree to take this back to his place and the fact that you drove your own car was your saving grace because you got to compose yourself. Hank was like a drug you'd been craving for years and all of those times of pining for him all accumulate to this moment: parked in his driveway now - something commonplace. But this time is different. This time you're trying to remember what his hard cock felt like pressed against your thigh.

How you wanted to be wanted.

Hank is no gentleman, but he takes things slow when you get inside. There are no candles or glasses of wine poured. But he fucks you against the wall because you were too worked up to make it to the bedroom.

You could feel bruises start to form from the pressure, from his fingers pressing and curling into your skin, almost as if he were making sure you were real.

"Thought about this for a while," he almost growls this into your neck; kisses you like he means it.

You're a mess for him; a string of cursing and moans. You're all hands, wandering, making sure you're feeling this moment - that you're present. You worry that any second now you're gonna wake up.

Only this isn't a dream and it gets really real when you're cumming all over his cock - when he has to pull out and cum because it got to be too much. He was too worked up.

There's a splatter of Hank's cum on the floor and he sets you down gently, all gasps and gentle kisses.

He asks you to stay the night. 'It's late' he says, uses that as an excuse for those pleading eyes to suck you in, hope you'll knock the lonely out of him for just a little longer.

And you stay. Without hesitation, without letting your mind wander to anxious thoughts.

You're good for each other. You ground each other.

And it sure as Hell feels good to love the lonely out of him, if even for tonight.

[justanapplenothinghere]

“Gears of War “Epic Mickey Au

ATTENTION:THIS AU CONTAINS CARTOON VIOLENCE,PAINT BLOOD, SWEARS AND LOT OF ANGST. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE TOPICS I SUGGEST THAT YOU DON’T READ ABOUT THIS AU.

We also do need a LOT of SUPPORT for this AU to actually work but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Any fan-art, theories ,skits, jokes about this au are allowed. If you want us to notice it then please use the new hashtag we created so we can see it: #Gears of war Epic Mickey au or #GOW. Any support on this will be appreciated thank you.

The characters do NOT BELONG TO ME They belong to their rightful owners. No stealing my friend’s art which they worked so hard for: @packsawaythesnacks.

The only drawing that Belongs to me is Oswald and Mickey’s full body design.

“This takes place after the Blot.All goes well until The animatronics got hacked in with a Special sort of chip, it is unknown who could’ve done this but it’s up to Oswald and Mickey (plus the squad) to save the day once again”

Play list for my au all the songs chosen below for a reason i will be telling the events during the story and as to how it’s linked to theses songs:

The play list: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6ZjCFgJ3PndDWfSc871nGm

 Then mickey- similar design to ozzy but he virtually has no bandages and just covered in bruises his right eye also kinda melted but not bc of stress unlike ozzy he got it during in one of the battles..

Oswald- poor ozzy has one of his ears slightly teared but with a few bandages and his right eye got like a bandage on it, his paint is slightly dripping out of it due to the amount of stress he's put in.

The warners are they are separated from Oswald, Basically yes trying to survive but, THEY FREAKING BEAT ROBOTS ASS’S-) (not mickeys friends tho-)

Two birds on a wire is just about Mickey and Oswald’s brother like relationships.

“Evelyn” is when i imagine Oswald and Mickey arguing about how Oswald wants to fix the robot by obvi hurting the robots first, while Mickey wants to try and convince the robots that he knows they're still in there. At the end of the Evelyn Oswald in full on Anger slaps Mickey (bc how angry he was at Mickey's dumb idea.

Which is why in Evelyn's lyrics there's a line that goes "Please get away from me please just stop touching me" and that's ozzy after he slaps Mickey while Mickey although scared of him tries to comfort him.

“In cigarette duet” Is again Mickey and Oswald, Basically Mickey starts to smoke bc he finds it relives his pain for everything that he's done to Ozzy and the others (The blot accident). Oswald talks Mickey out of by saying that doing this won’t help undo what has been done.Mickey at the end listens and Oswald apologizes for causing harm to his own brother. 

“Rhinestone eyes” is Them exploring the Os town / the other buildings looking for Yakko and any scraps of metal that Ozzy could use but then they get ambushed by the robots while Mickey hesitates but he fends off the robots. Which is why the line in the lyrics is :"nature's corrupted in factories far away" and "here we go again " is Oswald talking about the fact that they have to fight these robots for like the 100th-

“Oh Klahoma” - describes Ozzy's Backstory angst which we all know what it is and the line at the end "I might die " He doesn't mean like Literally he means like he's been forgotten by virtually everybody he fears that one day everybody even his own kids will forget who he is-

“rat” is just him describing Walt, how he looked up to him but He feels Naïve bc how Walt used Oswald-.

“Still life” Is about how Ozzy left the Safe place where everybody is at , he goes back to the statue where Walt and Him, he kinda Speaks To walt about his problems and how he REALLY MISSES Ortensia and Wonders if world would be a better place without him, the line "I'll walk into the landscape and don't come back" Means literally leaving after everything goes back to normal-)

“My time” is about Oswald having a nightmare legit of him losing everybody he dearly loves (including Mickey they brothers) which why there's a line "Close eyes your eyes and you'll leave this dream" and he's just traumatized over all -

“Suicide year” is about how Ozzy and the others prepare for the attack

“Pretty Cvnt”, is about that Mickey gets hurt right and Oswald Sees him getting hurt and legit he goes sicko mode on fighting the robots while having a mental breakdown as well you'll here some "H A HA H A" I s just what he remembers of the Public LAUGHTING AT HIM not him which makes him very triggered-

“U.” is about he love relationship about Oswald and Ortensia how ofc they love each other but his heart pains bc he loves Ortensia so much and couldn't bare her Getting hurt or worse, As well that they sometimes argue but they make up at the end no matter what and will always love each other-

“Baby hotline” is about Ozzy trying to actually repair the single station to at least know where the hell Ortensia got taken, but again Oswald Doubts himself saying that he doesn't thinks she's fine that she's hurt BC HE WASn't THERE FOR HER.

"I can't handle change" is about everybody the fact they changed A LOT since this accident. That it was hard to adapt to this. That they'll forever won't see the world the same way again.

"In my heart" is about how once again everybody trying to find out where Ortensia is as well as the person who is responsible for this problem-

"Everyday" Is about how Oswald tries to find at least some normality in this and stay positive but bc of His trauma it holds him back as well as many other thoughts of his. It's like he wants to forget about all those terrible things that happened but it holds his back metaphorically from doing so.

“Coffee" Is about Oswald wanting to know if he really needs all this fame, he questions it in doubt in his own head while in the Tower the Mastermind who caused this Problems and The mastermind trys to turn Oswald onto His side telling him that HE can have all the fame he wants and love if Oswald joins him which ofc Oswald declines .

“Memory”, just a cute little song for flashbacks i thought <3 and again comforting.

Devil town is my fav song, It's about Oswald trying to comfort Mickey and apologize for hurting him Physically and Mentally they both in the end forgive each other and start over.

This is home" Is about they eventually find Ortensia in the huge tower, and Oswald rushes in trying to rescue her and he succeeds ofc. There's a line where "And I'll figure out how to get us out of here". It also describes him being worried what Ortensia will think of him bc he's changed a lot since she got kidnapped. "Get a load of this monster, he doesn't know how to communicate" This bit is about how the public thought of him before where some people loved him and some HATED him so much and sometimes even hurt him but Luckily Walt would Protect Oswald from getting hurt bc of ppl.

"Hey kids" Is about how happy everybody in OStown being happy and Oswald being happy as hell before the robots being hacked and sabotaged-))

" Goodnight" is about how this au ends with a happy ending, where Oswald fixes everything but ofc he can't forget his scars and everybody else who suffered with scars -))

Anyways yakko was using mickeys stragedy, tried to convince one of the robots they were themselves, they never did it again after what happened to yakko. Ever sense then they were just destroying them, (not daisy donald or goofy-)

They would take one oswald jr, the others would be with ortensia-Oswald jr #236 would be female- Oddete is 8 years old, she is sassy and kind hearted and gets pissed easily, she got bitten by a robot and her leg got impaled-

[miyaniacs]

The One Night Stand pt. 6

Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader / Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Part 1 ; Pt. 2 ; Pt. 3; Pt. 4 ; Pt. 5

A/n: anddd angst is hereeeeeee - feedback is always welcome :) it act hurt to write this lol can you tell I had a small mental breakdown yesterday haha but at least it helped to write this chapter here :)

Warnings: angst; not proof read; nsfw ( minors do not read this), usage of the word whore, rough / angry sex

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader , Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Form: oneshot / short story

The whole ride home you stayed quiet. The image of Toji and the other women kissing, just wouldn’t leave your mind. And it did not stop there.

Your mind is creating all those scenarios. Scenarios that tell you that whenever he was on the phone, when you were with him, he was texting her, telling her about how badly he wants to see her again, telling her when you’d leave so she can come over. Him telling her about how bad you are and annoyed, her laying in his arms, naked with her perfect body, laughing about how pathetic you sound. How pathetic you ARE. Crushing on your best friend, fucking with another that is way out of your league, who’s probably just doing it for laughs. Who are you kidding? He definitely did it just for laughs. Saying all those things to you, to get a reaction out of you, just so he can make fun of it later on with her - or even during it, texting her how stupid you are. How fun it is to mess with you, how you started to look at him differently. How he waits at the door when you left, just to wrap his arms around her small frame, just seconds after you left. His hands on her thighs, lifter her up, placing his lips on hers while carrying her inside, laying her down on the bed, you were in just minutes ago.

Hell he was probably seeing her whenever he was away for missions.

Have they all been missions? Or was it just a weekend he wanted to spent with her and get away from you?

But... how are you to judge? You used him... to get over your best friend... And ended up falling for him instead. You never even questioned if he has someone else. You’ve been totally egoistic the whole time, he could have been in an open relationship with her. Toji isn’t one to tell you things by himself, but you never even thought of asking him?

All you did was use him, complain to him and in the end just leave.

Are you really in the position to cry now?

You feel a soft hand touching your arm.

“Hey, were back home.” You look into the blue eyes of your... boyfriend? Can you really consider him as your boyfriend, knowing that you stopped loving him weeks ago? Even before he officially became your boyfriend?

“Satoru.. I - “ His hand cups your cheek and you stopped talking.

“Let’s get inside... I feel like we both need to confess things.” He smiles sadly.

So here you are now. Sitting on the couch in his apartment starring at his inhumanly blue eyes, waiting for him to start talking.

“So... I’m not blind. Even tho most of the time I look like I am..” he jokes, but quickly stopped the second he sees your emotionale expression, “ Well... I know you like him.” He licks his lips and avoids your gaze.

“Satoru... look I’m sorry, I did not plan on playing you... I - I really thought that I still love you.” You whisper and fiddles with your fingers, “ I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“You did not... I- I’m actually relived.” He sighs and looks down. You’re eyes shoot up and you stare at his face.

“What?” Your body begins to shiver as you watch his lips open, the words leaving them seem unreal. Your brain refuses to accept that this is the truth, but the way he looks directly at you, his eyes showing nothing but honesty, you start to shake.

“How long did you plan to keep this act up?” You whisper.

“I hoped that it wouldn’t be an act the whole time... and that I learn to love you ... the way you do.. or did.” His eyes study your face, looking for any sign of emotion. Your eyes get glassy. Your body shakes. Your mouth is slightly open, but no words leave your lips. The tears now run freely down your face.

“Hey... Y/n..” He tries to pull you into a hug, to give you the hold and safety his hugs always provide you, but you quickly jump up and step away from him.

“Don’t touch me.” you’re voice shakes and is barely over a whisper, yet he heard your words and sees the hurt in your eyes. “Just.... don’t - don’t talk to me again... I - just leave me alone.” You walk backwards, your hands grab your hair, your brain can’t fully understand everything that is happening right now.

Gojo on the other hand knows exactly what is happening.

And he feels his heart break.

He is loosing his best friend.

The one person that always stayed at his side, since school you where with him and you stayed. You stayed during the whole mess his life used to be, or is.

You were the only person the felt comfortable with to truly open up to.

“Y/n... please. Don’t leave. Don’t leave me.” He whispers and stands up, still keeping his distance from you.

“DO YOU FEEL LIKE I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU NOW?” You scream, all your emotions crushing down on you all at once.

“No - no... just - it’s late, just stay here and I leave... I’ll stay away for how long I need to ... I don’t want anything to happen to you...” he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“HOW DO YOU THINK I CAN STAY HERE - IN YOUR HOUSE...where ... where everything reminds me of you...” you whisper the last part. Your hands grab the handle of the door, taking a deep breath you open it and look over your shoulder.

“Goodbye Gojo.”

“How long?” He whispers, his voice shakes.

“I - I don’t know.” You say and look at his eyes, tears running down on both of your faces.

Then you close the door and hurry out of the apartment complex.

On the other side of the door, Gojo collapse.

All of his muscles gave up working, he simply lays on the floor, not really able to breath, thanks to the knot in his throat.

He lost you.

He lost his best friend.

The person he saw himself still joking around when you are both old and your hair colors would finally match.

But he failed. He wanted to give you everything, make you happy, he would have done everything for you, not caring about his own feelings, he just wanted you to be happy.

You - the person he cares the most about.

But at the end, he hurt you and he lost you.

Lost you like he always looses everyone close to him.

With all the strength he has left, he takes out his phone and calls the only person he trust with all of this mess.

“Gojo. It’s 2am. And I just came back home.What do you want.” Nanami sighs.

“Please, find Y/n.” He whispers.

“What? Shouldn’t she be with you?”

“I- I told her...” his voice breaks.

“I’ll save the whole ‘ I’ve told you this would happen’ speech.” Nanami sighs. Why does he have to be involved in this mess.

“Nanami please, I don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“I’m on my way.” Nanami hangs up and puts on his shoes.

___

Why did you left him.

Yes what he did was wrong... but his intention wasn’t... you should not have been so hard to him. Not after all he had to go though... and after all he did for you.

He was okay with giving up his ‘hoe’ life just for your happiness.

Also... are you really okay with loosing your best friend?

You need him. And you know he needs you too. You two have always been there for each other, he trusts you and you trust him. You’re actually questing if you‘ve ever really loved him the way you felt you did. The feelings you felt for him and the ones you feel for Toji are … different. Maybe you never really loved before … and truth to be told, you longed for that feeling of someone loving you. Of someone holding you at night, kissing you, of not being alone when you make dinner… of not feeling unloved.

Maybe … your brain really just made you imagine those feelings for Gojo … yes you love him. And he loves you … but at this point … you realize that it’s the same way you love an family member… because that’s what he is for you… family.

Should you just walk back and talk things out with him.

Yes. Yes that would be the most mature thing to do.

But - no . You decided to be childish and let him suffer.

You don’t want to be the one who apologizes, yet you know that he will also not come and beg on for your forgiveness. Not because of his ego... but because he knows how much he hurt you and he doesn’t want to cause you more pain. So at the end you’ll have to go back to him.

Talking about going back... where are you going right now?

Looking around yourself, you groan.

No.

No .

NO.

Why the actual fuck did your feet walk you over to his.

But... but maybe it was meant to be?

Looking up you see light shining through his window.

Should you just... walk up... and knock in his door?

But what if she is still there, what if she opens the door, in one of his shirts, looking flawless, while you stand there, red puffy eyes, your make-up smudged... No. No you will not be that desperate.

Looking around you spot a bench and sit down.

Your eyes are fixed on the window and your mind starts creating scenarios again.

What is he doing right now? You really want to believe that he’s alone - nether the less your mind won’t let you.

In your head he’s laying in his bed. The women straddling him, running her hands up and down his tones body. Her lips leaving marks on his neck, his eyes are closed, yet the smug smirk is still visible on his face.

His hands grabbing her hips, grinding her against him, a deep growl escapes his lips, as she sits up, bouncing up and down on him- the sound of your phone gets your back to reality.

Without looking at the ID you answer your phone, hoping you’ll be able to hear Tojis deep voice.

“Y/n.”

“Nanami?” You blink a few times, not expecting him to call you at this time of the day.

“Where are you?”

“Home.” You lie.

“No you’re not. I’m at your home and you’re not there.” He sighs, “I know what happened. So where are you?”

“Did Gojo ask you to find me?” You roll your eyes.

“Yes. He’s worried about you.” He says in a calm voice.

“Wow isn’t he a wonderful person.” You roll your eyes.

“I am too. I just want to be sure you’re save.” He says sincerely.

“I am. I just need some time alone.” You sigh. The light in the window went off.

“... I don’t feel good with leaving you alone at night in this city.”

“I promise I’ll call you when I don’t feel save.” You smile.

“... I can’t convince you to let me pick you up?” He sighs again.

“No.”

“... well... just don’t go to inside.” He hangs up.

You look around confused and see the silhouette of a men walking away.

He knew exactly where you where.

Why are you not surprised.

Then you see something moving in the corner of your eyes.

There’s a person walking - more like storming out of the building.

The clicking of her heels echoes though the street.

Her long dark hair, flows in the wind, even now her hips sway perfectly even with her aggressive walking.

Was this the women from the bar?

Does this mean he’s alone now?

‘Don’t go inside.’ You repeat the words Nanami told you over and over - as you make your way towards the entrance.

From the distance Nanami watches you. He knew you wouldn’t listen. Looking up he shakes his head, again why is he involved in this. Or better - why did he let himself getting involved in all of this.

“Gojo.”

Another man steps out of the shadows.

“How long have you been here?” Nanami asks.

“I followed her.” He admits.

“And why did you call me up then?” He looks at him annoyed.

“In case she needed someone to talk …” Gojo stares at her figure entering the building.

“Do you think it will end well?” He looks at Nanami.

“Depends on how stubborn Fushiguro will be.”

“So I’ll better stay in case she ends up crying again.”

“You think she’ll want to see you then?” Nanami raises an eyebrow.

“No… but at least I can teach him a lesson for hurting her.” He says and his lips form a tight line.

“… I don’t think you’re in any position to judge.” Nanami shakes his head, “Go now. I’ll stay a bit longer.”

“But -“

“No. Go.” Gojo sighs and turns around.

“Gojo - I know you think you’ve lost her as your best friend … but I don’t think that’s the case. At least not for too long.” Gojo stops for a seconds, his eyes lightning up behind his glasses.

“I hope you’re right.” He says and leaves.

- some time before -

This doesn’t feel right.

His hips slam against her ass, one of his hands grab her waist, the other her hair.

Whenever she moans, he feels like throwing up.

Her voice sounds so wrong.

His hands release her body and grab her face from the back, shoving his fingers in her mouth, trying to muffle what ever she’s saying. Closing his eyes he tries to ignore who is fucking, one of his hands moves down and wraps around her throat. Pulling her towards him, her head falls over his shoulder, while he mercilessly continues fucking her. Some inhuman sounds leave her body, while Toji let’s all of his anger out on her.

He knows it’s not you, but with his eyes closed he can project all of the imagines of you, which he saved in his mind, on this girl and hopefully be able to reach his climax soon. Your beautiful face, the way your lips part whenever he touches you at this one spot, how beautiful his name sounds whenever you moan it…

“Omg Tojiii - I missed this so much.” She moans. Opening his eyes he grits his teeth.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid whore.” He says and the hand around her throat tightens.

He really tries to imagine it being you that’s being with him right now, but he can’t.

She doesn’t look like you, doesn’t sound like you, doesn’t feel like you - she’s simply isn’t you.

He let’s go of her face and throat and pulls out of her.

Trying to catch her breath she looks at him confused.

“Toji? Babe?”

Not even sparing her a glance he gets up and puts on some sweatpants.

“Not in the mood.” He huffs.

“Let me help you get into it thennnn.” She crawls over the bad and her hands reach to the hem of his sweatpants.

“No.” He steps back and grabs her clothes throwing them at her.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“I said leave.”

“But - but daddy we always had so much fun together …” she smirks and looks up at him.

“I said. Get. The fuck. Out. Of. My. Home.” He growls.

“Is it because of that slut?!” She angrily pulls on her dress, glaring at Toji who pulls out one of his cigarettes.

“Wow. Haven’t you told me at first that you’re just messing with her to annoy this guy with the white hair ?! And that I’m way better in bed than her?!” She huffs.

“I lied.” He says and blows the smoke in her face.

“Oh so some ugly fucking slut stole your he-“

Tojis grabs her face, squishing her cheeks inwards.

“I dare you, Max, call her a slut one more time.” His green eyes glow as he pushes her away, making her fall back on the bed.

“You bastard.” Max says and slips in her heals storming towards the door.

“Don’t call me again - like ever.”

“Never did - you were the one blowing up my phone ” He laughs as she slams the door.

Turning off the lights, he sighs and falls down on his sofa. His head rolls back and he stares at the ceiling.

He shouldn’t have left with her.

Deep down he knew that this would help him getting over you.

He looks at his phone.

Should he just call you?

No. You’re probably busy with Gojo right now.

His heart stings at the thought of it.

One of his hands massages his temples. He can’t stop thinking about you.

Oh how he wished that you were here with him right now.

In his arms, telling him about anything and everything.

Every second he spends with you seemed so easy and peaceful. He never felt that way since he lost Megumis mother.

A knock on the door interrupts him from fully embracing this depressed episode.

“I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE MAX!” He screams angrily.

“Toji… ?” A soft broken voice calls out his name and his eyes shoot open.

Taglist: @laceymorganwrites @ereeeeehhh @gojoscumslut @channieboii @alltimeluw ( I’ll tag you since you binged the first chapters) I hope it’s okay 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 ) : @cocotaku420 , @angelofthorr , @sukunas-cult-leader

[kelieah]

mutuals and followers appreciation post

lord, this is probably going to be a long post. if i can hopefully remember everyone! if i forget to mention you, please please please don't take it personally! i'm forever thankful for the number of friends and mutuals i've made on here, but there are a lot of you.

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@marvelouspeterparker alyssaa!!! your work is always just fantastic, and your support is so motivating. i appreciate your reblogs and little tags so so much. i can't wait to check out your anime blog too btw hahah, i'm glad we've talked a little! :)

@felicityparkers addie addie addie, you absolute sweetheart! i hope we get to talk more bc i feel like we don't talk much but it's okay, i'm cool w whatever! regardless i get to read your wonderful work. you're also another writer that inspires the hell out of me. when you used to post every day, just wow. and they were all always amazing little stories.

@vatefaire oh jeez adeline, i remember you from the verrryyy beginning. i will never understand the hate you get. you're the absolute sweetest and easiest to get along with. i remember our shared laughs of jokes or memes, or drama in the fandom. agh! and your writing was always fun to read. i hope with everything going on you do what YOU want to do. i hope you stay only if you want to, but if you do, please make this your safe place, block the haters and fuck tomsbaddies, god that blog is just bad news

@msmarvelsmain mimimimi!!! i larb larb larb you. your support is the best and i can't thank you enough for it. i still owe you this one writing challenge prompt, but i swear i'll get to it once i have the inspiration to. also i really need to binge your work, it's my bookmarks so stay tuned for a spam ;)

@asonofpeter alex babe oh my gosh, before we became mutuals i've always absolutely loved your work. i still do ofc. but still haha. i'm glad we got to talk and get to know each other a little, but we should definitely catch up. it's been a while!

@willovity GIRL! we need to fucking catch up. i miss and love you so much. i remember when you first reached out to me, how many moons ago? crazy. i miss your work, but hey you do you honey. i can't wait to catch up tho we better

@opheliacult i've always found you so cool, and when we became friends / mutuals. you just became even cooler. we really need to catch up, but that's on me so i'm sorrydibhfl hang in there ily lots 🥺

@peterssweetpea i'm glad we became moots babe! you're so sweet and i absolutely love your aesthetic. i also need to binge your work cus hun the range, i love ittt

@supremethunda i'm so so so happy i've became mutuals with you, your work is absolutely amazing and so inspiring. i love talking to you as well, you're so kind and helpful. thank you sm 🤍

@spideyyeet mina! it has been a minute since we've talked but i had to include you on here. i've also read your work before i first started out on here. but after we've become mutuals and talked here and there, you're one of the most chill and kindest mutuals i've had. i'm glad i got that opportunity to, i hope we catch up one day!

@parkerpeter24 coookkkiee you sweetheart, i love talking to you so much. the memes, just everything! x

@spideysquackson13 fatema!! i appreciate your messages so much, you're so kind and motivating, it really means a lot so thank you!!

@calltothewild shreya!! we go way back, but it's been a minute and we definitely need to catch up. i miss you babe! i love and miss your work, i just haven't seen you on my dash in a while for some reason ;(

@yourstrulyamour aw you! i remember you from the beginning and you've never stopped being so supportive. i hope we catch up sometime, you're the absolute best!

@s-and-n you two! you're both so sweet and kind, i'm glad we get to talk. i do talk to n a bit more, and i love talking to her just as much, but s if you ever wanna talk let me know! i also can't wait to read more of your wonderful work :)

[silksandcravats]

Training (part 2) Kylo Ren x You

Summary: Kylo has a long and brutal punishment in store for you after your behaviour this morning. Read part 1 here for context

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WARNINGS: explicit language, smut, dom!kylo, mean!kylo, blindfolds, handcuffs, collar, anal play, slight painal, mention of caning, wax play, crying during sex, PIV sex, generally a bit rough, aftercare tho don’t worry

A/N: Accidentally deleted this b/c i’m dumb so reposting. I apologise this took me ages to write but it’s here now! and it is LONG so i really hope the wait was worth it! (ps gif is basically a visual representation of what he does to you… you da helmet b.)

You managed to keep yourself busy for much of the remainder of the day. You could have any food delivered to your quarters, but today you ate at the furthest dining hall possible, trying to kill time. But it would seem that the more you tried to occupy yourself, the more you found yourself coming up blank. In fact, you couldn’t seem to remember a single hobby of yours, instead your mind forced you to relive the events of your morning again and again.

You refused to acknowledge any form of remorse for your actions, but you couldn’t help it when the anxious knot that had grown in your stomach seemed to tighten further and further with each passing hour. It was only after you had given up your game of playing busy that you were forced to face your waterloo. 

You were sitting on one of the sleek lounge chairs, facing the glass wall that stood between you and the endless mass of glittering stars and indefinite darkness, when the doors opened. You listened to heavy steps enter the quarters, and you closed your eyes for a moment, collecting yourself, bracing for whatever was next to come.

“Come along kitten, we have much to discuss.” He called for you, opting to forgo any pleasantries. You took a deep breath, before standing, following his voice to another room in your quarters. Technically, it was your bedroom, but the room was so large it served multiple purposes, to one side sat a bed, two bedside tables, a door leading to the refresher, and another door to a large closet, on the other side of the room was a few sleek shelves and an excessively large desk a few feet from the wall, and between the two sides, a large expanse of empty floor.

“Bring me your collar.” he said, already holding something in his massive fist you couldn’t quite see. 

You nodded, remembering to add a “yes sir” after he cleared his throat, going to collect the black piece from it’s home in your bedside table. You brought it back to him, setting it down in his waiting hand, before dropping your hands awkwardly to your side, unsure what he wanted you to do with them. He noticed this, but offered you no guidance, grabbing your chin and thrusting it upwards so he could fasten your collar around your neck. He was sorely tempted to pull it too tight, to make you gasp and turn your face a pretty shade of pink, but you would need your breath for what was to come.

 Once the collar was secured he began undressing you swiftly and quietly, face void of emotion. If he was aroused by seeing you nude, he didn’t show it.

He then circled around you, stalking his prey, stopping behind you he moved to blindfold you, robbing you of your sight and encouraging you to tune into your other senses. Once it was on tightly you heard him take a few steps back from you. You stood there a few moments before you heard him speak.

“Kneel.” The addition of the blindfold made the simple task more complicated, as your sense of balance was altered. You did your best not to tip over as you fell to your knees quickly, you knew he was expecting blind obedience, and if you failed to comply immediately he would roughly push you to the ground himself. 

“I must confess pet, I was under the false impression that we were making progress in your training.” He mused circling to your front again. “But your infraction today has made it apparent I have been entirely too forgiving with you. That will have to change.” He paused and could him shuffling next to you and then you felt his hot breath fanning against your ear. “You look so pretty and vulnerable like this baby.”

“Thank you sir.” you purred, grateful for the compliment. 

“It’s too bad I have to punish you for being such an insufferable brat.” he sneered, grabbing your ear tightly, and standing. You winced in pain and followed him up as quickly as possible trying to ease the pressure, but he didn’t let up. He walked to the other side of the room with you staggering blindly just behind him. Using only the grip on your ear, he practically flung you forward so you fell against his desk bent over. Your hands coming to catch yourself a bit too late.

He pulled your arms back meeting them just over the swell of your ass and you felt the unmistakable sensation of standard first order cuffs locking around your wrists. You nearly rolled your eyes, wondering what he had in store for you that he felt the need to restrain you. You were left to wait for a while before you felt contact again. His hand reached your ass grabbing one cheek and crudely pushing it to the side, and then you felt his now slick finger prodding against your back door. You squeaked and tried to move forward but there was nowhere to go.

Self defence wasn’t the only training Kylo was guiding you through. He was obsessed with the idea of claiming you- all of you. And that included every hole. The past few weeks he had begun working you towards taking him up your ass, and while you found the idea of it totally arousing, the painstaking slow path towards it was a pain in the ass, literally. You hated the way it felt so cold going in, the stretch was painful, and at the end of it all it felt like there was no real relief as a plug would usually sit ideally in you, taking up space but not providing you the stimulation you craved. 

Tonight Kylo had decided to use this distaste for anal training against you. You groaned at the feeling as his finger pressed firmly inside your unwilling hole, sliding right in, two knuckles deep working into you. 

“I’ve got a new plug for you tonight little one,” he informed you, pressing his finger all the way in so it sat deep inside you.

“Is- is it bigger?” You asked nervously, trying your luck as you weren’t sure if you were even allowed to talk right now.

“Indeed kitten,” he answered, it seems your question was allowed for now. He continued pushing in a second finger. “I’ve skipped a few sizes, this one’s bigger than you’ve ever taken. And it’s going all the way up your ass.” you shivered at the thought. 

He didn’t prepare you much more before you felt his fingers withdrawal and the tip of a cold steel plug pressing against you. You couldn’t help the grunt of discomfort that fell from your lips as you instinctively clenched tightly, denying him access.

“Don’t fight me.” he commanded calmly, pressing harder against you. You squeezed your eyes tightly under the blindfold, your entire face scrunching with discomfort.

“Don’t want it.” you complained. Suddenly the pressure stopped momentarily.

“Fine,” he relented, tone still eerily calm. “Then you can help me put it in. Hold yourself open.” Your eyes flew open.

“I-I can’t.” You tried, holding your cuffed wrists up slightly as an excuse.

“I won’t repeat myself kitten,” he warned. Not wanting to provoke him further, you elected to oblige. With a pink face and shame filling your guts, you pushed your hands back, grabbing your own ass you pulled yourself open, fully presenting your little hole to him. The position was entirely humiliating, but that was what he was going for.

“The little slut can listen,” he mused, once again lining the steel invader with your entrance. When he pressed again you were unable to resist the way you had earlier, and much to your disappointment you felt yourself beginning to stretch painfully in an attempt to accommodate the foreign object. You could already tell this one was a good deal wider and longer than any of the preceding plugs, and you felt all too sorry for yourself as you thought about how your only option was to lie there and take it. 

“You are going to learn that I have final say of anything and everything that happens to this little hole, and every other inch of your body.” he lectured, pushing deeper and deeper. “This body belongs to me, you are mine, and whatever happens to you is entirely up to me. I will see to it that you learn to listen to me better than you listen to your own body. I know what is best for my pet, and you will listen to me.”

You let out a small whine as the widest part slipped inside of you, but otherwise the plug was fully seated without much further protest from you. Finding yourself too overcome with shame to fight your situation anymore. Once it was all the way, he took a moment to admire the shiny and excessive jewel at the end of the plug before batting your hands away. You worked to even your breathing as he stepped away from you, you could hear his footsteps echo as he walked across the room.

“Open” he came around to your front, placing something hard and wooden, a cane, between your teeth, you bite down, realising he wanted you to hold the implement. “We are going to try something new today, it is intended to be a punishment, although I suspect being the little whore that you are you will find some way to enjoy it. This is practice for you. It will be quite intense but you will not move an inch because I told you not to. Since it’s so hard for you to  follow instructions, you’re going to hold this in your mouth the whole time. If you so much as step a toe out of line, I will cane you until I draw blood, understood?”

You nodded quickly in response to his threat, knowing full well he was not bluffing. 

“Good” he muttered, patting your face and moving behind you again. He allowed you to wait in wonder as he worked behind you. Anticipation swirled in your belly as you wondered what new trick he had in store to make you squirm. 

Suddenly your curiosity was answered as you felt something scalding hot drip onto the top left of your exposed back. You gasped, but fought against your instincts, remaining entirely still. The burn was intense but short lived, You felt white hot pain for the briefest moment, before the substance cooled and hardened against your skin. You quickly realised he was dripping hot wax along your back. 

“How does that feel?” he asked curiously, running a line down a portion of your spine, moving lower down your back towards a region he knew would be even more sensitive.

“Hurts.” you slobbered slightly against the cane holding your mouth slightly agape, fighting your body’s instinct to wiggle away from the sensation. You yelped aloud as you feel a small puddle of wax pool in one of the dimples of your back. Oh how you wanted to arch your back in response. You found that when the wax made contact with the lower portion of your back the sting only halfway subsided when it hardened, a soreness remaining. 

Kylo felt himself hardening at the sight of you. You were purring out pathetic little whines every time he splattered more red wax against your poor flesh. You looked stunning like this, clearly so desperate to move but forcing yourself to be still, to be good for him. Ever the sadist, he continued his work until your skin was practically covered, and your little whines had begun to shift into little moans. Though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, he was rather proud of your resilience, and decided to reward you by trailing his hand down to your dripping, neglected center.

“Just as I expected. Soaked.” he hummed, spreading your labia to expose your clit and opening to the cool air. “It would seem the little painslut enjoyed herself,” he ran his finger just along your opening, but didn’t give you the pleasure of entering you. “I supposed we better take care of this greedy little cunt.” he withdrew his prodding fingers, moving his hands to your wrist. He released you from the cuffs only to grasp your wrists in one of his big hands. With his other hand he grabbed the top of your right arm tightly, pulled you up so your entire naked backside was flush against his clothed front. 

Once you were standing he kept his grip on your wrists but let go of your arm to reach around and pull the cane from your mouth. It was more than a little wet from where you had been holding it in your mouth and you wished your hands were free so you could wipe the drool that had run down your chin. 

“I suppose this will be saved for another time.” He muses, tossing the cane to the side. His next move was to release you from the blindfold, granting you sight again. Your eyes immediately squinted and blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh fluorescents of the room again. He kissed down your neck sloppily, overwhelmed with arousal at how well you had taken the experiment. You basked in the shift of attention for a while before he pulled away from you abruptly. You whined at the loss of contact but he shushed you, pulling away entirely letting your hands go.

“Go wait on the bed for me.” He commanded, softly. You nodded moving to the bed still stark naked to wait for him while he undressed. Your attention was once again drawn to the large plug invading your back entrance, as it shifted inside you with every step you took. You wondered to yourself if he would notice if you reached back and pulled the kriffing thing out. But you decided against it as you crawled onto the bed. Of course he would notice. 

He hadn’t told you how he wanted you to wait for him, so you opted to lie on your back, propped up on your elbows, watching as he finished undressing himself and moved over to you. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you, pressing his mouth against you and you kissed back eagerly, opening wide enough that he could poke his hot wet tongue around, exploring your mouth. His hand slid down, grasping your breast and tweaking one of your nipples between his fingers, making you groan into his mouth. 

You bucked your hips up into him as he twisted and pulled. “Patience,” he warned against your mouth, moving his hand to give your other nipple the same treatment. You whined, and continued bucking yourself upward against his hardened cock, trying to provoke him to hurry up and fuck you already. Suddenly he ripped away from your mouth, grasping your throat roughly and shoving your head back against the pillows.

“You don’t cum until I tell you. Is that clear?” he snarled, pressing just firmly enough to restrict the blood flow to your head. 

“Yes s-supreme leader.” you gasp, knowing the effect his title on your lips had on him. 

“Good girl,” he seemed pleased, releasing your neck, moving his hand down between your legs. His fingers grazed past your entrance, but kept moving further down to where the little plug sat, nestled in your back hole. He twisted and tugged at it, to which you responded with more wiggling and groans. “How’s the new toy treating my little toy?” he pulled it out so that the widest part of the plug was stretching you open again and you squeaked.

“F-full sir, really full.” you tried to respond.

“You better get used to it.” he slammed in all the way back in suddenly, making you jump. “When I shove my cock in there soon, you’re going to feel much more full.”

“Please,” you begged, his words making your pussy clench on nothing and your asshole tighten around the plug.

“Please what?” he hummed, watching you practically writhe on the bed.

“Please fuck me.” You sounded so desperate.

“Fuck you?” he asked in a mocking tone, teasing your clit, his touch was feather light but in your state it was enough to make you jerk your hips.

“Yes, yes please.”

“Have you learned anything today, kitten?” His tone is condescending.

“Yes yes! And I’m so sorry I’ll be so good, please.” you word vomit, hoping you’ll say what he wants to hear.

“You’re sorry?” he taunts, lining himself up.

“Yes, yes I’m really sorry!” you plead, shrieking when he slams into you. 

“Hmm, I better see if I can fuck any last bits of brat out of you, just to be sure.” He begins pounding into you harshly, finally giving you what you want to feel. The sensation of his cokc ramming in and out of you rapidly is only further amplified by the shiny object plugging up your back hole. You felt entirely stuffed, the feeling was overwhelming. “Look at you, I’m going to make such a mess of you kitten, aren’t I?”

“Y-yes supreme leader.” you moaned, every stroke reaching a new depth within.

“Who do you belong to?” He growled, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into you.

“Y-you sir.” You pant. He pulled back suddenly, grabbing both of your ankles, he pulled them up and pressed them back as far as you would stretch. You felt the ache grow in your muscles as he slammed into you from the new angle. “Fuck! Kylo I can feel you in my guts!”

“Shit kitten say my name again. Who fucks you so well?” He growled as trying to get his words out straight as you tightened against him.

“You do Kylo! Shit! Kylo!” you were practically howling, tears streaming down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelmed you. “Kylo, k-kylo please, please can I cum?”

“Hold it.” he moved his hand down toying with your clit, making you scream. 

“I-I can’t!”

“You can and you will, what did I just teach you?” He wrapped his free hand around your throat twisting it away from the pillows so he could glare into your glossy eyes and watch you cry.

“Stars! I’m t-trying sir please!” you cried, feeling the familiar knot in your tummy.

“You can do it kitty, make me proud, just a little longer.” He grunted, snapping his hips into you again and again. You cried harder but nodded, watching his concentration as he fucked you into the mattress. He’d make you wait longer, but he was nearing the edge himself.

“Kylo!” You cried, the sensation was building and you knew you couldn’t hold off much longer.

“Shit, come for me angel, be a good girl and cum on my cock. SHIT!” He yelled head twitching inside of you, unloading his seed deep inside of you.

“Kylo!” You cried the knot inside of you exploded and he released inside of you, squeezing again and again as he continued rocking into you. You sobbed loudly, totally blissed out, and entirely overwhelmed. 

Finally, his hips slowed, he let out a grunt, not bothering to pull out of you yet, he collapsed onto you, his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress, comforting you. He buried his face in your neck, panting and you weakly reached your arms up to wrap around his neck, still sobbing into his shoulder as you came down from your high. 

“I’m here angel, I’ve got you.” He pet your head as you cried his name. You could feel his heartbeat, steady across your chest as you came down. Soon your crying was reduced to slow ragged breaths, and you seemed to re-enter your body, all too aware of the wax still stuck to your back, your wrists aching from the cuffs, your pounding head, the foriegn presence in your ass, and the overall feeling of achiness and exhaustion. 

Kylo and his impressive stamina recovered much quicker than you. He pulled his weight off of you, kissed your forehead, and scooped you up, ignoring your noises of protest, he moved and carried you to the refresher. He sat down with you in his lap on the edge of the tub, leaning to plug the tub and turn on the water. 

“Did so well kitten, I’m so proud of you.” he muttered, tightening his hold on you, kissing your temple. 

“M’sore.” you grumble softly. 

“I know baby, here.” He stood and moved you to stand on your feet. You whined again when he let go of you and pressed you slightly to lean over the sink. “Shh, just taking this out.” He hushed you softly, reaching down to work the plug out of you as gently as possible. When more sad noises left your lips, he reached his free hand out for you to grasp. You took it quickly, squeezing a few of his thick fingers in your fist every time you felt a stretch. He let you without complaining, you weren’t really hurting him, especially compared to what he had put you through. 

When he was finished he tugged you up into his chest again, and you nuzzled against him. You were still wobbly from being so fucked out, but his tall, sturdy frame took on most of your weight. He ran his hand up and down your back slowly, cooing more praises to you, about how proud he was, and how good you had been. The skin to skin between the two of you was all too comforting, and you felt your eyes drooping shut to the sound of his thumping chest and the sound of the bath still filling up.

[seijorhi]

asks :))

what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...

What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen

it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha

Just read nostos-

First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳

Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼

ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)

you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty

Omfg that fic was so good!

Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)

Looking forward to your future work <3

ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33

You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!

The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*

A+++++

ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha

I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome

fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha

I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou

ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha

OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕

TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha

Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♀️🦖🦭🌹💫

tysm nonnie!!! <33

i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though

bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha

Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now

lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol

your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them

thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader

RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again

‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!

Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.

(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)

Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do

-🥚

GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!

Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld

poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha

Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &

This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin

i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha

That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are

TYSM NONNIE!!! <33

Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---

Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.

Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...

https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ

Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)

~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸

i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby

idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics

i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you

Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!

he most certainly did :))

LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.

id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️

EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh

Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )

To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅

ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺

I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao

kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!

You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤

choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌

what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?

(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)

i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))

[diavolosthots]

Hi! This one is kind of a sad pone tho, okay, so MC sees that the brothers (at different times) are kinda down because of missing Lilith/being reminded of her, etc. MC tries to talk to them and tells them they understand how they feel, MC sense that they might get offended by that comment feeling it only came from pity so MC proceeds to tell them they lost one of their parents sometime ago so they understand that kind of pain, thank youu 💚

Im in a sad type mood so I decided to tackle this

Warning: mentions of death, traumatic subjects

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC approaching them about Lilith/sharing some of their own pain

Lucifer:

You're right, he does think the feeling only comes from pity and this is a sensitive (and bold) subject to approach him about. He will most likely act irrationally at first, but upon hearing you talk about your own loss and pain, he will become quiet and just listen. Chances are he won't even say anything after you finished, but just know it's not because he doesn't care, but he just treats pain with silent acts.

Mammon:

Surprisingly, he won't push you away. He will let you speak and try to comfort him. It hurts everytime her name is brought up, but he will let you talk about her, slowly moving closer. When you talk about your own pain, he will hold you, as you will hopefully have held him, and he will listen. He might speak a few words, something along the lines of, "yeah well... Things need to be done...things happen."

Leviathan:

Much like Lucifer, he'll be on the defense, yelling at you for bringing up her name before he goes quiet. He will let you finish, realizing slowly that he's lashing out over nothing. Comfort isn't up his alley; he doesnt know how to deal with it. Slowly, your words will register in his brain; words of comfort and shared pain and he will take your hand in his, head hung low, not saying anything. Only the stroke of his thumb over your skin reminding you that hes there.

Satan:

Hes never met Lilith, obviously, but hes born from Lucifer and has felt his pain. He often wondered who she really was and was tempted to ask about her, but he knew it was a sensitive topic for everyone and thus rarely ever approached it. However, hearing you speak so openly about your own pain causes his heart to clench in pain. He wants to comfort you and be there, and he offers his shoulder and words of comfort.

Asmodeus:

His eyebrows would furrow in anger upon hearing you bring her up, but his mouth wouldnt let him say anything. Slowly, he would relax, and a soft tear might fall from his face. He keeps that pain tucked away, deep inside his being, and rarely ever brings it up. Hearing you share his pain and relating to it, makes him throw himself into your arms and just break down, for both you and him.

Beelzebub:

Losing someone so close to you is never easy, and Beelzebub carries the pain of that with him every day. He feels so guilty. He will never not feel guilty. Hearing you bring her up makes him immediately go into his memories and relive those painful moments. He'll sit down, head hung as he is between listening to you and reliving his pain. Hearing your story just adds to it and he pulls you in tightly, soft tears falling onto your shoulder as he just holds you, pouring out his heart.

Belphegor:

He would lash out, literally. Hes still angry. Still hurt. Its hard to hear her name and not feel everything hit him once again. He needs to talk about it, needs to let himself feel, but he refuses. There might be some insensitive reaction to your story as well, but he didnt mean it. And he will come back and apologize, slowly sitting beside you and just... Letting it out. Slowly. Dont ask questions, don't interrupt, just let him speak. Give physical comfort, not verbal.

[katsukikitten]

A/N I cant wait for yall to read this

Sunlight fights to filter in beneath the thick curtains, causing you to stir slightly as the sweet smell of burning sugar pulls you closer.

Happily you snuggle deeper into the scent, drowning in it as you nose your way further into the crook of a soft neck. A hum escapes you as you are pulled quickly back under tow dreaming of a sweet shop with nothing but squares of caramel and deep candy apple eyes.

A harsh knock comes at the door snapping you back to reality causing your muscles to tense with burning adrenaline. You're pulled ever closer, pressed impossibly so into a muscled chest, pops ringing out of a steady hand.

"Who the fuck is it?" Voice dark, deep with sleep and venom. Causing your body to act on it's own as your stomach and core flutter.

The dream makes more sense as you slowly remember last night, your cheeks aflame.

"Ka..Kaachan. We're late! Our plane leaves in half an hour and I'm worried about Y/N. She isn't picking up her phone and she won't answer her door. I...I dont remember her coming back with us last night. She came back with us right? We didn't leave her? The girls left before us and..." He continues on in a tangent as Bakugo growls. Both of you relish each other's skin for a moment before letting go, giving one another an odd glance as you both dress. Katsuki nods towards the sliding door as he breaks Deku's worry spell.

"Oi! Oi!" Bakugo growls ripping the door open enough that his top half sticks out, "She and I brought you back. She's probably taking forty fucking years to get ready like normal. Let me get my shit together."

He glances over his shoulder to watch you gracefully float from his balcony to yours. His eyes return to his oldest frenemy. Jade eyes hazed, half asleep, deep bags pull at his features harshly enough to have the hot head say.

"You look like shit. Did you take the meds Y/N left out for you?" Deku nods, gripping his forearm tightly.

"I'm sorry I..." But Bakugou cuts him off.

"Told you you couldn't out drink me, ya fucking light weight. Now get ready, when I'm done I'll get Y/N." He sighs shutting the door just before Deku turns to make his way back.

Katsuki stares at his unmade bed, at your card and phone sitting on his nightstand, reliving the night before.

He hopes he didn't make a mistake or take advantage of you depsite both of you being drunk as fuck.

The lingering smell of your shampoo clings to him like a lost lover causing him to bite his lower lip.

You stand in front of the glass door, debating if you should go in. Brave hands act on their own as they grip onto the door, flinging it to the side before you step into the dark room.

After a quick scan, it is safe to say that no one is present. House keeping had come to freshen your sheets and towels and you do not see anything amiss. The only thing noticeable is the slight indent on the side of the bed. You convince yourself that it's from the natural sag of the mattress.

Quickly you grab for your bag, checking to make sure you have all of your extra hero suits before grabbing onto the Bakugou waifu pillow having half a mind to leave it here.

But the longer you stare the more your head swims as your stomach twists with the weight of uncertainty.

Of the silent tension the two of you carried that could shift your relationship drastically one way or the other.

Little time is left before the three of you are supposed to leave, yet you make your way to the shower anyway. Cranking it up as high as it will go before standing in the burning water.

Almost wishing you were sharing the shower with the same person who left little purple bites over your breasts.

Even with your shower you manage to beat both of your male coworkers to the hallway.

Waiting patiently as you lean agaisnt your door, heart fluttering as you relive the ENTIRE weekend.

Of green eyes you hope to never see again, of a glass replica of your own eye, a threatening note, of the laughs you shared with the former 1A.

Of the closeness that developed between you and the women, that developed between you and Izuku.

And especially the smile that Bakugo has been sharing with you.

Of the eye contact from last night. Your heart freefalls into your stomach with enough force that the wind leaves you in a small "Fuck."

Hand pushing through wet hair as Izuku emerges from his room.

"Oh Y/N, thank goodness you're okay!" He wraps strong arms around your frame, flooding your senses with peppermint and a hint of lime.

"Oi, oi stop being dramatic I told ya the brat was fucking fine." Katsuki huffs, slamming his door, "You forgot this in my pocket last night."

There is little bite in his voice as his hand holds out your phone. He looks over you with deft eyes, reading your body language for distress while checking to see if any bruises were visible all before slinking back down to your hand.

That you haphazardly rewrapped. A snarl escapes his lips as you grab onto your phone, eyes burning into you.

"Remind me to never let you wrap my wounds." He nudges your shoulder with his own, crimsom eyes shining more than usual. You scoff at his remark, shoving him roughly.

"You act as if I wouldn't hope that you'd bleed out first." You flick your hair as you sashay past him fighting to keep the smile off of your face. A smile where a scowl should be. The two of you quip and bicker like normal but something is...different. Or at least it seems that way to Izuku as he watches the two of you interact. Studying the odd pair as he wonders what has changed.

It's a subtle change, as he hadn't caught on until the two of you had gotten onto the plane.

Suddenly Izuku couldn't help but notice that there was a little less animosity, a little less hostility between the two of you.

And he sure as hell didn't miss the lingering glances the two of you shared.

Bakugo slides into his seat across the aisle as he did a short two days ago, headphones on, scarlet eyes glancing at you before squeezing shut. You choose the window seat staring out at the tarmac below. Izuku watches your eyes flutter and blur with unshed tears as whatever heartwrenching thought crosses your mind. He swallows thickly ignoring you to give you privacy.

The three of you stand in front of the towering building of your agency.

All three of you asked to return to the office for various reasons.

A set of jeweled jade and burning scarlet rove over you, worry lacing their eyes in two atronomicly different forms. Furrowed brows and a narrowed glare.

You sigh pulling your luggage behind you as you walk through the office doors first.

Bakugo finds his office exactly as he left it. A mountain of paper work that is close to being over due. He bites at his lower lip as he slams into his office chair wondering how your conversation you must be having is going. Rocking in his leather chair as he stares at his phone, avoiding work as his ears perk hoping for sound in the office beside him.

Your office settled between his and Deku's. He growls out when he hears that stupid cheery voice of Deku's thanking his assistant before Bakugo descides he should probably do some work while he waits for your return.

Snarling curses to himself as he doesn't understand *why* he is so anxious to hear from you when normally he would relish your getting in trouble.

Shining eyes stare up at him settled on rouged cheeks, plush lips forming his name devouring every other thought on his mind.

He grinds his teeth trying to forget as deadly hands open his wallet to pull out his ID card for his office laptop only to be met with your debit card staring up at him.

"Fuck." He snarls abandoning his task in search of you. Not that he really had a qualm about avoiding paper work. He just spots you leaving the agency through his large office windows.

Odd, had you not had your meeting? Usually when you were in trouble with the director the lights flickered AT LEAST once. He takes the steps two at a time, pushing through the door to the stairwell just in time to over hear the latest gossip from front reception.

"So Tejina just up and quit after a paid vacation?" The security guard asks, setting down his extra cup for who he was obviously pining after. She barely gives it a second glance.

"She didn't even pack any of her stuff." The receptionist sighs, filing at a nail, "We might have to clean out her office."

" Ungrateful bi.."But before he can finish his sentence a loud pop rings out. He freezes staring down the top hero before swallowing thickly. Scarlet burns into mundane brown before he shifts his weight to walk through the double doors. All the while the security guard thanks his lucky stars.

"Oi!" Bakugo calls after you but you ignore him, pushing through your mixed emotions as you stomp your way towards home, "OI Y/N!"

But he is just as persistent as the memory of harsh vermilion turning soft as it glimpsed into your soul.

"Fuck." You mutter, walking faster dragging your stupid suitcase in your wake.

An explosion erupts, landing a toned body directly in front of you. Heated hands finding your shoulders quickly to stop you in your tracks. You jerk back from his touch and he tries not to let the hurt shine through on his face.

"What happened?" A bite that you ignore, trying to shove past him just to repeat the dance again. Jerk away, obvious display of hurt attempting to meld into rage. The longer you dont speak the more his blood boils before he finally sounds off.

"Did you really fucking quit?!" He yells loudly enough that birds flee from trees and rooftops. Avoiding his gaze you stare at his clenched fists, wanting everything and nothing to do with him all at once.

He was the last person you wanted to see.

Especially after the look on the director's face when you stated your resignation.

But here he stood in all his muscled glory, blocking your way.

Somethings never changed did they?

"Yes Bakugo I fucking quit. I'm done I.." Just as you're about to allow yourself to break, to consciously cry in front of the last human being you thought you could ever be vulnerable with he burts with popping motion.

"YOU FUCKING QUIT? FOR FUCKING WHAT?!" He heaves, pressing further, pushing your last button, "I didn't think you would quit over something so trivial as your fan base."

Red clouds your vision and drowns out any rational thought you had as your body moves on it's own accord. Your fist rears back, slaming into a sturdy jaw line causing him to slide back a few feet. And with it infecting him with that all consuming *red*.

A mixture of a snarl and smirk contort his handsome features as he spits blood onto the ground. He lunges, powering himself with his quirk as he comes for you.

Luggage far from forgotten as you bring it up to swing, hitting him in his ribs fucking his flight attack. He counters with a point blank explosion to which you stop with a shaky shield.

Struggling to keep the energy formed with nothing as its base. You distance yourself only for him to close the space, knowing full well you worked best from afar.

Well he sure as fuck better know considering how many hours he was forced to spend with you. He watches your quirk activate and deactivate in a matter of seconds, anticipating all of the projectiles you produce.

But he fails to notice the large boulder you steal from rock garden in the courtyard of the agency. He lunges for you again hot finger tips grazing your skin before you bring the large boulder down with full force.

Pinning him into the ground until a satisfying crack rings out.

Heaved breaths echo in the semi silence as the two of you work your problems out the only way strong quirk holders seem to know how.

Destruction spelling out every word that you'd never dare to speak. He gets the message loud in clear, although too late, as he watches your posture shrink just the slightest as you look down at him.

Barely able to hold eye contact, he produces a strong enough explosion for the boulder to become confetti on the wind before he stands, spitting crimson into the dirt.

This was your opportunity to move, this was the turning point of your relationship with him.

If he comforted you now for what felt like the thousandth time in the past few days you knew you wouldn't be able to resist him again.

Caramel tickles your nose on the wind moments before he stands before you, deadly palms resting on your exposed biceps. Gently squeezing as if the two of you hadn't tried to off the other. He sighs, body relaxing before you as you stare at his ever rising chest.

"Please...please tell me what's going on." He sounds desperate and you are unsure if you've ever heard a tone like this from him before. You heart pounds in your chest and painfully so. As if it were ensnared in an unsuspecting trap, barbs puncturing the tender flesh with each agonizing beat.

*"I should end this here. I should end this now."*

Is the all consuming thought you have before your mouth moves all on it's own. You hold his gaze, matching the intensity as you stare into his stunning scarlet eyes.

Eyes that you tell yourself are actually green.

"Please, as if you really fucking care Ground Zero." You cannot even bring yourself to use his name. Knowing that when you were to sound out the syllables your voice was sure to crack, his grip becomes tighter. Those damn lips you want to devour morph into a thin line biting back his ire.

"It's funny that you are so touch starved you would take a pity fuck as anything more." He jerks away then, eyes widening before turning into a nasty glare.

Still you continue your assault, pushing him with hot hands as you pretend so desperately that he is someone else.

Anyone else so you can push him away from you, hurt him enough that he would never look in your direction again.

That wouldn't be so bad right?

"We were never friends and we never will be. Quit being a bitch, like I said. It. Was. A. Drunken. Pity. Fuck." You bite out each word, staring him down for a full moment before turning on your heel. Hand raised for your strown luggage to assemble itself before returning to your hand.

All the while blurring red eyes stare after your powerful form. Teeth grit so tightly they threaten to turn to dust.

He should move. He should go after you.

Those words were clearly not meant for him. You clearly weren't looking him him in the same light as before. He knows in his bones he needs to follow you to fix this.

But that would require Bakugou Katsuki to swallow his pride.

And he always chokes on it.

You're a shaking mess of nerves as you walk home, trying hard not to glance over your shoulder at any noise as you near closer to your apartment.

No one but the agency knows where you live as you took extra precaution to avoid not only the paparazzi but especially crazed fans even opting to stay in random hotel room instead of the comfort of your penthouse apartment.

You smile softly at the slightly dilapidating building, climbing the crumbling concrete steps jingling one of the three keys it requires to get into your apartment.

The first for the front door.

The second for the stairwells

The final for your deadbolt and handle.

Both slide in easily as you breath in the smell of your dusty and dank apartment.

Relishing the fact that no one would find you here. The black out curtains are drawn keeping the apartment plunged in a never ending nighttime. You toss your keys onto the entry table closing the door behind you as you set your luggage down with a sigh.

Suddenly the air seems to shift, dust particles disturbed in the slight sunlight that streams in the small crack of the curtains sending your heart into a panic.

Green is reflected to you in the screen of your TV as breath floats down the nape of your neck.

Before you can react a sticky substance is placed over your mouth and nose, steadily forcing its way in and down your throat. A panic sets a cold sweat onto your goose skin as you realize the substance is forming from a thick forearm.

That you beat onto desperately as your vision begins to fade to black. Quirk grabbing onto anything to smash into your assailant just for it to be absorbed. Green holds your panicked gaze.

"You really couldn't have picked a better time to quit." He presses his noise into your throat huffing in your scent as you feel a shutter go through him. The strength in your body begins to fade with your vision before he runs his tongue along the hollow of your exposed collar bone.

"I told you you'd be mine soon enough *Doll.*"