#there is so much rot of the brain in me right now

[classyrbf]

may we have calling toji (or nanami!) "daddy" for the first time 🙏 ive been so brain rotted with this thought recently ... please and thank you lmaox

thank you for the request pookie, I hope you like it!!

nanami has your head swirling, your body sweating and your cunt dripping. You can’t even think straight anymore, the feeling of his wet tongue running against your throbbing clit made your body tense. It felt like hours and hours of endless orgasms being ripped from you, legs shaking and eyes rolling back and all he’s doing is taking his sweet time with you. It’s feels so good, but you’re so tired, your body feels like it’s reached its point, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about your small cries and pleas. He doesn’t care about your weak attempts at pushing his head away, messy blonde hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. He doesn’t care how much you writhe beneath him, trying to pull away because his arms at wrapped around your thighs so tightly that he just pulls you right back. The warm feeling of his spit dripping down your clit and to your hole makes your body shiver, nanami quickly slurping it right back up to your clit, giving it a light suck.

His dark eyes stare up at you, watching how your jaw falls slack and you throw your head back at every little feeling. “Can you give me another, sweetheart?” He hums, lips glossy from your juices, his chin soaked. “Please.” He lays the flat of his tongue on your clit, licking a stripe.

“I can’t, I can’t,” you mumble, shaking your head. And he knows that’s not the truth, he knows you have at least one more orgasm left to give him.

“Yes you can, baby. I know you can.” He suckles you clit once more, your back arching off the bed. His tongue runs up and down between your folds, moaning to himself at your taste. You keep shaking your head, crying out in pleasure from the overstimulation. “You taste so fucking good.” He presses a kiss to your clit, his thick fingers inching their way into your sopping cunt.

You gasp, lifting your head at the added feeling. All you see when you look at him a lustful, greedy man. He’s completely drunk on you in every way. “Oh my god,” your teeth catch your lower lip, fingers tangling in his hair when his fingers curl against your g-spot. “I can’t, it’s too much!” Your begging fall upon deaf ears. He’s too busy slurping your cunt to care. “Daddy, please!” You don’t even realize what you said, but your legs are shaking, everything coming to standstill when he lifts his head with a smirk.

“Say that again, sweetheart?” His fingers slowly pump in and out of you, eyes boring into yours like he’s looking into your soul. A wave of embarrassment crashes over you and your sat there, stuck, at a loss for words. “Don’t be shy now. Come on,” a breathy chuckle emits from his chest. “Say it again and I’ll give you what you want so badly. I know you’re close.” He presses light kisses to your inner thigh, teasing you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, right on the brink of your orgasm. He sits there, waiting patiently because he knows he can do this all day, but you’re running out of time. That impatient and desperate look in your eyes tells him everything. Your lips part, breath hitching before speaking, “daddy…please.” The words are so quiet and unsure, yet they still make his dick hard.

“Please what, baby?” He coos, blinking up you.

“Please…make me cum, daddy. Please,” you whimper, running your fingers through his messy hair, slowly pushing his head back down. You didn’t care if it was too much anymore, you wanted to feel the extreme high of your orgasm once more.

"Good girl.” His tongue is right back on your clit, moving it circles while his fingers work your cunt. He’s being messy and ruthless, sucking, licking, spitting. The grip you have on his hair makes him groan, the vibrations making your pussy tingle.

Your hand comes up to squeeze your tits, pulling at your nipples while you’re toes curl. “My god! Fuck! Daddyyy!” You scream, legs trembling. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cum—ahhhh!” Your cunt spasms around his fingers, body shaking in pure pleasure. Your hands grip the wrinkled bedsheets below, Nanami’s assault on your cunt barely coming to a stop. He drinks up every last drop of your essence, pulling his fingers out of you and push in your legs even farther back to make sure he cleans up between every fold and crevice.

He huffs, letting your legs drop and your limp body lay on the bed. You feel his weight dip the bed below you, his shadow casting over as he mounts you. “You did such a good job, sweetheart.” He peppers your neck with light kisses. “Just relax, okay? I got you.” He effortlessly pulls you on top of him as he falls onto the bed beside you. “Daddy’s got you, sweetheart.” He kisses the top of your head, calloused hands caressing your back and thighs.

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[apple-yan]

Price Tag

Archie Vargas (Male Yandere) x G/N Reader

Sequel to : Wrong Place, Wrong Time

TW : Cursing, smoking, Violence, alcohol, threats, guns

Apple's Note : I had fun writing more for this guy. I will be posting a new yandere soon though!

It had been a few months since you had met Archie, and it was stressful. You constantly had your guard up, convinced that something would go wrong.

Surely, you hadn't gotten off this easy when involved with one of the most well-known members of The Vargas Family. You didn't know much about gangs (instead choosing to mind your own business) but even you, living under a rock, knew who he was and that it was smart to avoid him.

But it was too late for avoidance now, too late to turn around and look the other way. While you hadn't looked for trouble, it had looked for you.

You frown, fiddling with the edge of the light jacket you have on while you wait out front of your apartment building. It was nice, too nice. He had bought it for you the moment it reached below 60, saying something about how the desert was deceptively cold at night, and how it would only get colder as the autumn continues.

You glance up as a sleek black sedan pulls in front of him. Clean and expensive like everything else he owns. You never truly got used to this, to having him pick you up and take you out for nice dinners. To him insisting on spoiling you as you squirm uncomfortably, wary of every price tag he flippantly dismissed.

Every single item he gave you had a price, regardless if there was money involved. You were smart enough to know that much, at least.

You glance at him as you put on your seat belt, shifting around nervously. Despite the comfortable leather seats, you just couldn't manage to be comfortable beside a man who had threatened you with death just a short bit ago.

"You wore it," He points out, grinning at you. And if the circumstances were different, his smile might be charming. As things are now though, it made your stomach sink a bit and your words freeze in your mouth. You nod, glancing out the window as he pulls off, "It looks nice, I'm glad I got it. I knew that color would look good on you. Goes with your pretty little eyes."

You had stopped asking about where you were going after the third date, realizing he would always just shrug off the question, so you just watched out the window as Archie rambled.

"You know, it's a bit concerning that you're still so scared of me, Sweetheart. Loosen up a bit."

You can't stop the scoff that leaves your mouth, insulted by the idea that being afraid of a man who brought a handgun to each of your "dates." You frown, "Sorry. I'm just not much of a people person."

"Bullshit! You're a manager at a bar, Sweetheart. If you make any kind of money you're definitely a people person," He laughs at your silly excuse, shaking his head, unfazed by the slip up, "I don't bite, you know?"

"But you shoot."

"Not cute little things like you, I don't."

You fidget with the seat belt. It feels wrong, somehow. That you're here, right now, And the man you saw him kill is somewhere in the Las Vegas dump, rotting while his family search for him. It feels wrong that you've accepted gifts from a killer, that you're pampered and looked after and that your brains aren't adding to a new layer of paint on the back wall of the bar.

It feels wrong that someone so cruel is the nicest person you've spoken to in years.

"How much do I already owe you..?"

He pauses, confused, "what are you talking about?"

"All the money you've spent on me. How much has it been? I have to start paying you back-"

He puts his hand up, stopping you in your tracks. He clicks his tongue as if you were a tantrumming child as he chuckles, "Angel, you don't owe me shit except your silence. You didn't even owe me a second date."

You frown, glaring at the floor of the car, "you say that, but what happens the second you get bored? What did you do to anyone who came before me?"

His smirk drops, and he sighs, pulling over. He parks the car on the shoulder as you panic, afraid that you had finally gone and slipped up, finally made him rethink his choice to spare you.

He holds your chin softly, making you look him in the eyes, a certain emptiness being all you can read in them. His fake smile and humor are completely absent, leaving behind everything you feared about this man.

"I don't get bored, Sweetheart. I'm a loyal man. Now, I've had partners in the past, even fiancé's, don't get me wrong. But you wanna know where they are know?"

You couldn't find the words in you to reply, so he took your silence as a sign to continue, leaning in as his warm breath brushes your cheeks, "the same fucking place I found em. I don't hurt things I like for no good reason, Sweetheart. I don't spoil random pretty things without intending to keep them with me," his grip on you tightens, holding your face just a breath from his, lips almost touching, "and I sure as fuck don't get bored."

There's a heartbeat or two after he says that, as you stare into his green eyes, before he backs away. You finally take a breath, not having realized you were holding one, "i- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply-"

"Sweetheart, I understand. We didn't exactly have a fairytale introduction," his smirk is back, and he's pulling back into traffic.

You take a deep breath, looking back out the window, "Still, I didn't mean to be rude.."

"Well in that case darling, I'm so, so angry!" He teases, "really, maybe I out to leave you in a ditch..."

He watches your shoulders tense from the corner of his eye and chuckles, reaching one hand out to pat your head, "You could make it up to me with another date, though, Sweetness."

You knew it already. Whether he says it or not, every second he let's you live and every penny he spends on you have a price tag.

[destiny-in-the-universe]

the brainrot is hitting again- i just found out that akumas are evil spirits in japanese folklore, and i swear to everything; let's just say now have ideas for one of my crossovers, but i also need to watch the new helluva boss episode later tonight- i'm just eating up content with a spork right now

[hauntinglyghostie]

sunlight through a stained glass window,

[luminous-faerie]

rio being so in love with agatha that she lets her have time with her son. that she believes that giving them time together is a kindness, because she knows taking him away will hurt her. that she lets agatha raise her son and love him when she is very much not meant to. rio being so in love with agatha and so pained by the fact that she has to take nicky away from her that she waits until a moment where she won't have to face agatha, because if agatha saw her she wouldn't be able to do it. and that when she does take nicky she does it kindly. she lets him say goodbye and she holds his hand as she takes him away. rio being so in love with agatha that she sees her pain and her grief as a scar. that seeing such a raw and human pain in someone she loves is something so profound and powerful enough to cause death to feel pain.

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[hibernating-stag]

Good morning I'm up thinking about that forbidden beast again

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Hey besties.

This is a friendly reminder before tomorrow to

never trust a Thai trailer

especially an Aof Thai trailer.

And especially an Aof Bad Buddy Thai trailer.

You have been warned.

[kitcatcrowley]

So i FINALLY got hold of a copy of button house archives (im obsessed) and i keep staring at these captain’s surname teases:

Because that first letter can only be an H, right? If you compare the two visible vertical lines (plus serif on top) to all the possible capital letters on a typewriter:

It could be a K or Y i guess, but I’m pretty sure the two lines are vertical (like an H) instead of sloped. I’ve brightened the pics a bit so you can kinda see what i mean (where red is the visible bit and blue is what i assume is under the evil-ly convenient tea stain 😭)

[at-duhton]

i am currently thinking about beth's character development / progression throughout the seasons and how she grows over time but still maintains the core of her that makes her, her. she doesn't lose that grit and that chaos and that fierce strength but she learns how to let go and move on and be in love and be loved in kind. i really do think, bias aside, that she's one of the best female characters in a long time and while some of that is in the writing, a lot of it comes down to kelly's acting choices in playing her.

[egginfroggin]

So like I know that きみでないのなら has romantic undertones due to the context and who it's being sung by in Itoki Hana's story (Phantom Aria), but like. I keep associating it with like. tragic siblings (especially twins separated through time/space, hm, gee, wonder why, hmmmmmmmmmmmm)

[ukusreticence]

tfw you have ideas in your noggin but can't properly convey them

ignore the yellowish doodles as it was just kinda brainstorming but the "fractures" thing and loose concept of the more concrete version is kinda what i really wanted to get out

exploring ideas on like, ig how to interpret God (for HH purposes)? dunno my brain kept thinking of The Stranger from Slay The Princess.

in a way of, i cant think of one idea of how to interpret them so fuck it its all of them

also kinda had the thought process of, well i still see them as a void being and its kinda funny imagining that if side b is forced to obey the whole equilibrium between "good" and "bad", then would be funny if God had to in a way as well but creates other beings (the angels) to do it for them so it just casually bypasses that

which is also really funny since the concept of good and bad likely came from them in the first place since its not like the void literally had anything like that beforehand

idk loose random brain rot brainstorming imma probably not come back to this concept again

[babisawyer]

baby we are dropping like flies over here my great aunt passed this week.

[couldbebetterforsure]

So in my ever continuing brain rot concerning Jack Jeanne, I did a tiny bit of splurging…and got me the limited edition version of the Japanese edition of the game 😅 Why do I keep doing this to myself, I can’t read Japanese!!! But at least with the game I know what I’m doing (but I already have the English version but it’s nice to have this one too). It came with the physical game, another art book, a mini novel, a drama cd, a soundtrack, and here’s the funny bit.

When I ordered this thing the description was limited and in Japanese and I had a hard time figuring out what was included. So I sent the seller a message asking and they told me it included the stuff I mentioned before along with a bonus picture. I figured it was like those bonus picture things I reblogged a couple posts of before so I was excited to possibly get some since I’ve said how pretty they look!

Anyways it finally got here and had everything mentioned…and now about that bonus picture. With the box there was a tiny file showing one of the bonus pics (one with all the Quartz babies so I was happy). And I figured that was it and was about to throw away the box……when I realized there was something heavy still in the box. So I saw this cardboard thing that I originally assumed was just there for support until I noticed it was covered in plastic. I open it up….and inside is a 12x16 version of the smaller pic framed in a simple but cute looking Jack Jeanne frame!!!! Like holy shit!!!!

Anyways, yeah I’m a happy camper! And I’m happy I managed to get at least ONE of those pretty bonus pictures! And that if I had to get any at least it was one of all of my sweethearts!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

How are you?

-🧡

I’m pretty good! Having a nice recovery day, just kind of existing tiredly 👍🏻 How about you?

[aubreyprc]

lol remember that time i told you all about a hotchniss fic based on season 1 meredith and derek and then never posted it that was so wild of me actually i don’t even know where it is now