#toyin tag ^.^

[transchesters]

more transfem sam headcanons PLEASE

YIPPIEE!!! these r a little longer and messy teehee. pls share ur thoughts forever. THANK U T!!

- okay stanford era sam. newly presenting as femme, newly asserting her pronouns (she/her for now), newly dating the hottest girl on campus. (cheap) whimsigoth core okay? long drapey skirts, mix of oversized baggy tees and crop tops, layers of jewelry, lots of occult symbols. she so hot i might pass out

- the cage is Bad. lucifer (she/her) feels sams dysphoria and only wants to help! so she tears at sam’s old body, molds it anew. that’s what sam wants, right? castiel pulls sam from the cage and it is different. it has longer hair and a softer face and curves where a slim waist used to be. when sam gets her soul back she doesn’t recognize herself.

- now that i have you all seated and listening it’s time to spread my samcharlie agenda. HEAR ME OUT OKAY?!? two nerdy extremely gay dykes. like ?!? i think sam has a bit of a problem with her attraction to charlie because at first they’re very familial and even dean sees her as a little sister. i think in that aspect charlie has to make the first move and be like “hey. im gay for you. get over it.” anyways im working on a samcharlie wip so GET ON BOARD!

pt. 1

[pigeonpassenger]

the bully chapter 3 experience

[cosmic-dichotomy]

Him

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

title: toyin’ with them older guys

pairing: bartender!joel miller/female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

chapters: 1/1

read on ao3 | masterlist

summary:

Joel Miller is the grumpy bartender and owner of your favorite bar near campus, where you attend trivia every Tuesday night. Thinking there’s no way Joel could return your feelings, your friend suggests trying out Tinder.

But when you bring them to the bar for a date, they keep leaving mid date with no explanation.

Maybe there’s something Joel isn’t telling you after all.

author’s note: thank you to everyone who hyped me up to post this when i wasn’t sure how i felt about it. your comments mean the world 💕

content warnings/additional tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), alternate universe - no cordyceps outbreak, no use of y/n, unspecified age gap, alcohol references/consumption, possessive behavior, jealousy, mild violence (in the form of Joel kicking someone out of his bar), brief reference to Sarah’s mom and divorce, tinder dates, bribery, dirty talk, begging, pet names, praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), spanking. let me know if i’ve missed anything!

There’s a bar near the university that you love to go to for multiple reasons.

For one, they have great drinks. For two, their loaded tater tots are the best drunk food you’ve ever had the pleasure of consuming.

But the number one reason, above all else, is the grumpy bartender and owner, Joel Miller.

The first time you saw him, he was challenging a kid with a fake ID, his arms crossed over his broad chest, emphasizing the strain of his flannel over his biceps. When the kid tried to take a swing at him, he grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back before marching him out of the bar and kicking him to the curb.

Your friend had to remind you to breathe.

He hosts a trivia night at the bar on Tuesday nights, the perfect excuse to see the man weekly. You sit at the bar each time, scribbling your answers on the notepad as you sip on a vodka cranberry and sneak glances at the older man while he works.

One night, you were struggling to answer a question about where the Lord of the Rings trilogy was filmed when Joel leaned across the bar, bringing his lips close to your ear to say, “New Zealand.”

You’d gotten the point, thanks to him. And from that day forward, he’d linger near your corner of the bar, watching to see if you needed help with an answer. Eventually, you started showing up earlier and earlier for trivia night, just for the chance to talk to him.

You told him about your PhD program and the research you were conducting. You wanted to be a psychologist, but for now you’re just a perpetual student. You miss winter weather in Colorado, but appreciate not having to store a giant jacket anywhere in your small apartment. Your favorite season is fall, and your favorite holiday is Halloween.

He tells you about buying the bar a few years ago, after his divorce from Sarah’s mom and ensuing custody battle had been finalized, an investment he made with his brother Tommy. They’d fixed it up themselves and made it a popular local spot. His favorite movie is Indiana Jones and he prefers whiskey over any other drink.

It’s no surprise that along the way you’d fallen in love with the man.

Too bad he’d never feel the same.

————

Joel remembers the first night he saw you. Your rosy cheeks and tipsy smile as you leaned forward to say, “Vodka cranberry, please. With lime .”

“Lime, huh?” He remembers saying. You nodded your head vigorously.

“The lime is the best part,” you insisted. He chuckled.

“Not the vodka?”

“Gross, no.”

He tossed in three lime slices and you shimmied your shoulders with glee.

You come into the bar, alone, for trivia night on Tuesdays now. You’re a fountain of random facts, but every once in a while he’ll feed you an answer to help you out because he likes the smile that you give him in return.

He has no right to be looking at you the way that he finds himself doing every week. Eyes wandering to the way your jeans hug your ass or drifting to your cleavage when you rest your elbows against the bar.

But between the conversations and the trivia and the sweet smiles, he’d gone and fallen in love.

Which is why when you come to trivia night with a man who wraps an arm around your waist, Joel loses his goddamn mind and does the stupidest thing ever.

You get up to go to the bathroom and Joel leans across the bar to address the guy, keeping his eyes on the bathroom.

“I’ll give you $100 if you leave right now,” Joel says.

“What?”

“Hundred bucks if you walk out that door and don’t talk to that girl again,” he says again. He digs his wallet from his pants and pulls a bill out, setting it on the bar top.

Without further question, the man grabs the money and stuffs it in his pocket as he heads out the door. Joel feels a flash of guilt when you return from the bathroom and look around for your missing date.

“Said he had an emergency,” Joel lies. He’s surprised when you look relieved.

“He was kind of boring, anyways,” you shrug, dragging your notepad and pen closer to you. “He probably would have just dragged us down.”

Us, Joel thinks.

He could get used to that.

________

Your friend, Marie, had convinced you to try out Tinder. She was absolutely certain you were missing out on the love of your life by not swiping mindlessly through profiles that held no interest to you.

You weren’t about to confess your unrequited love for the local bartender to get her off your case, so that’s how you ended up on a date with Michael. He was a law student and liked kayaking and hiking.

You liked neither of those things, but he had curly brown hair and you had a type, so why not give it a shot?

You didn’t have it in you to be too upset when you returned from the bathroom only to find out from Joel that Michael had left. Joel slid you another vodka cranberry with lime and your night went as it always did.

When Marie asked you the next morning how the date went and you told her he bailed, she insisted on picking your next one. She chose Scott, a financial analyst at a local bank.

You’re starting to think Marie doesn’t know you very well.

Regardless, you show up at the bar for another trivia night date. Scott is tall and lean, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he wore a suit to a bar. When you comment on it, he pulls a face and says he came straight from work.

“Not all of us are lucky enough to not have real jobs,” he says. You blink at him, surprised by the hostility.

That hostility continues when Joel approaches the two of you at the bar, lips turned down in a scowl, and Scott decides to order for you.

“She’ll take a vodka water with lemon and I’ll have Bulleit, neat.”

Joel raises his eyebrows at Scott, his eyes flicking to you briefly, before he sets a plastic cup on the bar top. He holds Michael’s gaze as he pours a shot of vodka into your cup, before using the soda gun to dispense cranberry juice. You have to bite back your smile.

“Vodka cranberry with lime,” he says, sliding you your drink. “And your whiskey will be right out.”

“That’s not what I ordered,” Scott replies.

“Yeah, but it’s what she would’ve.”

Scott sputters, face going an alarming shade of red with his indignation.

“I’ll be right back,” you mutter, taking your drink with you as you head to the bathroom.

________

“I’m not paying for that drink,” the blonde asshole says, knocking his knuckles against the bar for emphasis. Joel huffs a laugh.

“I don’t give a shit, kid. I want you out of my bar,” he says, planting both hands on the wood.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Get the fuck out of my bar.”

“I’m on a date!”

“Not anymore.” Joel rounds the bar and gets up in the little weasel’s face. “Get. Out.”

The boy’s eyes go wide, like he realizes that maybe Joel isn’t playing around. He scrambles from his barstool, standing to his full height like he’s about to challenge Joel.

“You can’t kick me out, old man,” the blonde snaps.

Joel’s had enough. He fists a hand in the starched white shirt collar, driving him back towards the exit. The other patrons move out of the way, some whistling and cheering Joel on. He shoves the man out the door and looks at the doorman.

“He doesn’t come back inside,” he says. “And you? Don’t ever fuckin’ talk to her again.”

Joel returns to the bar as you’re walking up. For a moment, he worries that you may have seen him acting like a caveman getting rid of his competition, but you look around in confusion.

“Where’s Scott?” You ask.

“He forgot about somethin’ at work,” Joel says. Your brow furrows.

“Kinda weird that’s happened to me twice now,” you comment.

Joel just shrugs.

________

You don’t tell Joel about how you saw him throw Scott out of his bar that night.

You’d just left the bathroom when you saw Joel stomp out from behind the bar, his eyes dark and fixed on your date. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but based on the affronted way Scott was responding, it wasn’t anything good.

You crept closer to the scene, but stayed amongst the crowd. Joel marched Scott backwards with a fist tangled in his collar, shoving him out the door.

“And you? Don’t you ever fuckin’ talk to her again.”

Your mouth went dry at his words and your mind reeled at the implications. Was he doing this from a place of friendship? Or…could he maybe feel the same way you do?

Only one way to find out.

You call up Travis, a good friend from undergrad who still lived in town.

“Trav, I need your help,” you say when he answers the phone.

“Burying a body type of help or financial type of help?” He replies easily.

“Actually, more experimental.”

“I don’t swing that way.”

“No, listen to me, I have a hypothesis,” you insist, explaining the situation to him. How you’ve been on two dates at Joel’s bar but each time, the men have left without another word. And how after what you witnessed, you’re inclined to believe that it’s not a coincidence.

You ask Travis to come with you to the next trivia night. All he needs to do is pretend to be there on a date with you. A bit of hand holding, maybe an arm around the waist. Nothing more.

“But what if he tries to threaten my life?” Travis asks.

“Well…I mean…every experiment has risks,” you reply flippantly. He sputters indignantly down the line. “I’ll buy you your drinks and get you tater tots.”

He’s silent for a moment before responding, “Fine. Extra jalapeños and I’m not getting well liquor.”

“Thank you!”

________

You come into his bar with another man. His arm is draped over your shoulders as you approach the bar and Joel has to set the glass he’s drying down before it shatters in his hands.

“Joel! This is Travis,” you say, gesturing to your date. He forces a smile, reaching a hand across the bar to shake his hand.

“What can I get started for you?” Joel asks. The man, Travis, orders an old-fashioned with top shelf whiskey, while you request your regular.

“I’ll be right back,” you say as Joel is pouring the drinks. You weave through the crowd towards the bathrooms and Joel leans in to address Travis.

“I’ll pay you $100 to leave this date,” Joel says.

Travis smirks. “Make it $200.”

“Are you serious?”

“That depends, are you?”

Joel’s eyes flick towards the back of the bar and he reaches into his pocket for his wallet. He pulls out four fifties, dropping them on the bar.

Travis pockets the money before adding, “You know, there’s cheaper ways to get the girl.”

“Get out,” Joel grunts. The younger man laughs his way to the door, and you appear at the bar a moment later.

“Where’d Travis go?” You ask.

“Oh, he—“

“Can I get an order of the loaded tots?” Travis asks, cutting Joel off from making up an excuse for his absence and sitting back down on the stool beside you with a shit eating grin. “She owes me.”

“Owes you?” Joel asks through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, she lost a bet. I told her I could get the number of that guy over there in less than three minutes and she doubted my charm.”

“Travis and I went to undergrad together,” you explain. “We just wanted to hang out and catch up.”

Shit.

________

Travis decides to leave after two plates of loaded tots and one too many drinks. You help him call an Uber, but you stay behind as the bar starts to clear out.

It’s just Joel behind the bar, wiping down the wood and setting bottles back to their rightful spots as you sip from a cup of water. The kitchen has closed down and the music has been shut off, leaving the two of you in loaded silence.

“So…,” you say, twirling your straw in your near empty cup. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”

Joel’s shoulders go tense before he releases a deep sigh, turning to face you. The bar separates you, and it feels like miles of distance when all you want to do is get your hands on him now that your hypothesis has been proven.

Joel Miller likes you. And he’s been sabotaging your dates because of it. Perhaps you should be more upset, but all you can feel is an effervescent giddiness bubbling in your veins.

While he struggles to find the words, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You reach across the bar, hooking your fingers into the collar of his t-shirt and tugging him forward. You lean over to meet him halfway, pressing your lips to his.

You pull back and look into his eyes. The coffee colored brown of his irises seems darker, his eyes half lidded as he looks at you.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

________

Joel’s got one hand on the wheel of the truck and the other resting on your thigh. He has to keep a hand on you because he’s worried that if he doesn’t anchor himself, he’ll wake up from this dream.

You kissed him. You reached across the bar and dragged his lips to yours in a way he’d only dreamed of doing a thousand times since you’d sauntered into his life.

He can’t help the small smile that tilts his lips up at the thought.

“What’s got you smiling over there?” You ask, your voice teasing. He glances at you.

“You do, darlin’,” he says. He relishes in the pink that blooms across your cheeks at the pet name.

Joel drives to his house, parking the truck in the driveway of his little bungalow. His bachelor pad, as Tommy calls it.

Maybe not for much longer.

He circles the truck to open the door for you, helping you down from the cab. He keeps his hand on your low back as he leads you up the porch steps and through the door.

You toe off your shoes in the entryway, letting them join the pair of sneakers Joel left by the door. You’re wearing a pair of socks with tiny cats printed on them, the sight so endearing to him he can’t hold back his laugh.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothin’, just…like the look of you here. In my house,” he says.

“Yeah?” You take a step closer to him, toe to toe as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging your body against his. The heat of you even through the layers of your clothes sends a shiver down his spine.

You press your hands to his chest, sliding them up and over his shoulders before linking them behind his neck.

“You gonna give me a real kiss?” You whisper back. Your lips are so tantalizingly close that they ghost across his as you speak.

He closes the distance, lips dancing with yours as he kisses you senseless. The feel of you against him, moving with him, sends sparks skittering across his skin. He’s unable to hold still, hands roaming from your back to your waist to your hips as your mouths part and your tongues tangle with increased desperation.

Joel slides his hands to the backs of your thighs, crouching slightly to lift you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your core slides against his growing hardness and he groans at the sensation as you let out the neediest whimper.

He wants to hear more.

He walks you both through the empty house until he reaches his bedroom, tossing you on top of sheets still rumpled from last night’s sleep. You scramble to sit up on your knees, moving to the edge of the bed and curling your fingers into the waist of his jeans.

“Can I suck your cock, Joel?” You ask, voice all breathy as you stare up at him with your big doe eyes. “Please?”

Joel’s mouth has gone bone dry. “Yeah? You want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart?”

You nod your head, fingers working on the buckle of his belt. His hands work in tandem with yours to get his fly open, shoving the denim down his thighs until he can step out of them. His cock tents his boxers, a wet spot already apparent on the fabric and he watches as you reach a hand out to stroke him, a groan escaping him at the feel of your warm palm against him.

“Take your clothes off and get on your knees,” Joel commands. He lifts his own shirt over his head as you unbutton and remove your pants, shimmying the tight fabric down your legs. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed as he watches you lift your shirt up and off.

His eyes rove your body hungrily. Your perfect tits and gorgeous curves, the way you flush beneath his gaze.

“Come here, baby,” he says, crooking a finger. You come to stand between his legs and he reaches around your back, unhooking your bra with deft fingers.

“You’re rather skilled at that, Mr. Miller,” you tease.

“I’m old, not dead.” He slips the straps from your shoulders, tugging the last barrier between him and your tits away. “God, baby, these all for me?”

“Mhm,” you him as he wraps his hand around the weight of one breast, thumb teasing your pert nipple.

“Tell me somethin’,” Joel asks, “why’d you bring all those boys around when you knew you needed a man?”

You lick your lips. “Didn’t know if the only man I wanted would want me back.”

Your voice is small and vulnerable as you say it, and that just won’t do. “Don’t just want you, baby. Need you.”

Your face lights up in the brightest grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby. Need you so fuckin’ bad,” he tells you, digging his fingers into your hips. “S’why I had to play dirty.”

Your smile turns downright salacious. You drop to your knees, running your hands up his thighs. “Show me how much you need me, Joel.”

________

Joel shoves his boxers down, exposing his cock to your hungry gaze. It’s gorgeously thick, the head a dark red from his arousal, a pearl of precum sitting in the slit. You lean forward and dart your tongue out to gather it.

“Don’t tease, sweetheart,” Joel says through gritted teeth. You keep your eyes fixed to his as you take him in hand, swirling your tongue over the sensitive head before taking him further into your mouth.

His hand is instantly in your hair. Not pressing, but his fingers tangle in the strands and tug deliciously against your scalp. He moans as you take him as far back into your throat as you can manage.

“Fuck, your mouth is better than I ever dreamed,” he says, voice rough.

“You’ve thought about this?” You ask when you draw back for breath, hand pumping his length in place of your mouth.

“‘Course, baby. These pretty lips wrapped around me, beggin’ for me to make them all swollen and used,” he says, standing and bringing a thumb to your lips and swiping it across their spit slick surface. “Open up.”

He uses his thumb to press against your bottom lip, opening your mouth as he takes his cock in hand and feeds it slowly between your lips. The smooth, hot length of him dragging across your tongue makes you moan.

“You like that, baby?” He growls, pumping his hips in shallow thrusts. “Like me usin’ your mouth how I want?”

You try to nod, your movement restricted by the grip of his hand that’s returned to your hair. There’s spit trailing down your chin and tears gathering in the corners of your eyes from the effort of keeping your mouth open for his thick length. You know you must look like a mess but with Joel staring down at you with his lust drunk expression, you feel on top of the world.

“I gotta fuck you, baby, will you let me, huh? Let me feel that pretty little cunt strangle my cock?”

You hum around his length and he withdraws, tugging you up by your hair and pulling you into the dirtiest kiss, all tongue and teeth and blatant desire as he turns your bodies, shoving you down onto the bed.

Joel slips an arm beneath your low back, using it to pull you up the bed as he crawls on to join you. He positions himself between your legs, tearing the soaked fabric of your panties down in a frenzy.

He slides his fingers through your wetness before bringing them to his lips, sucking them into his mouth with a groan.

“Christ, I’m gonna feast on you for hours, baby, but I wanna fuck you so bad,” he says.

“Then fuck me, Joel, please,” you beg, lifting your hips so that his cock slips through your center. “Come on, wanna feel you.”

He lines himself up, pressing into you with a delicious stretch, the slight sting of it making you whine. He shushes you, not stopping until his hips press against the back of your thighs.

“Good fuckin’ girl, takin’ my cock like you were made for it,” he says, leaning forward to kiss you, the shift in angle making him go impossibly deeper. “Tell me when I can move, sweetheart.”

You shift your hips restlessly beneath him. “Please move, Joel, wanna feel it.”

Joel pulls back before slamming forward, the force of it making you slide up the bed as all the air leaves your lungs in a whoosh. His grin is sharp as he does it again and again to the tune of your desperate cries.

“Joel!” You cry, clawing at his back with each thrust. “Fuck, yes, yes!”

He withdraws abruptly, the loss of him as you clench around nothing making you whine pathetically. With a bruising grip on your hips, he twists your body until you’re on your belly, ass in the air and chest pressed to the mattress.

Joel slides back inside your tight heat, a palm slapping across one cheek then the other as he resumes his powerful thrusts.

“Fuck, darlin’, you’re so goddamn tight,” he growls. A hand presses to the back of your neck for leverage, changing the angle yet again. “Can you cum for me? Can you soak my fuckin’ cock, baby, I bet you can.”

You nod, the movement restricted, but you can’t form words. All you know is the feeling of Joel pounding into your body like he owns it.

The hand on your hips moves to the front of your body, fingers finding and pinching your clit. You sob against the mattress, the sheets wet beneath you from tears and drool.

“Come on, baby, fuckin’ cum for me,” he growls. “Won’t fill ya up until you do.”

That’s the visual that does it. The thought of Joel finishing with you, inside of you, dripping out of you too much for your lust addled brain. With a shout, the thin remnant of your control snaps and you pulse around him.

“Fuck yes, that’s it, sweetheart, good fuckin’ girl,” he praises, his hand leaving your neck as he sits up, his tempo fast and sloppy as he chases his release through yours. “You want me to cum in this tight little cunt, honey.”

“Yes, please,” you manage to slur, muffled by the sheets. With three more harsh thrusts, he does as promised, spilling inside of you with a shout.

He slows before withdrawing, your body collapsing against the mattress without him there to hold you up. He chuckles as he flops beside you, dragging you into the cradle of his body.

“You done playin’ games with those boys?” He asks, smiling smugly against your neck.

“Yeah, think I might be into older guys,” you tease. He pinches your hip, making you laugh.

“See if I ever help you during trivia again.”

________

Joel’s standing in front of you, arms crossed with a scowl on his face as you stare up at him with pleading eyes.

“Come on, baby, help me out,” you ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes.

“Last call for an answer to our final question! What is the only song credited to all five original members of the band Fleetwood Mac?”

Joel sighs, biting back his smile. “The Chain,” he tells you. You scribble the answer, running your paper up to the emcee. When you return to the bar, you lean across the polished surface and tug him towards you, planting a kiss to his lips.

He drags you back for another kiss. And another.

“Anytime, darlin’.”

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[hisui-dreamer]

can i just request tickle headcanons of any twst boys of your choosing pls and ty!

may I have your attention?

Characters: Dorm Leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus)

Synopsis: Your lover isn't paying attention to you, so what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack?

Tags: tickling, fluff, bot proofread

Word count: 1.6k+

Notes: This is my first ask, I'm so excited!!! Thanks for asking <3

Part 2 ✧ Masterlist

ticklish rating: 7/10

was probably studying when you attacked him

full on yelps like "what are yo- aHAHAHAHA"

you’re lucky he’s not in public or else he’ll get mad, probably collaring any witnesses

he wants to be mad but he can’t get mad at you

especially when your laugh is so cute

also feels kinda bad for yelling at you, even if it was just a bit

is kinda happy you wanted his attention

but please do it in other ways

please never tickle him in public, he’d be so embarrassed

be sure to comfort him with cuddles and kisses, instant forgiveness

he’ll be blushing so hard you’ll worry about his heart rate

but it’s okay he really enjoys it

"What was that for?!" he demanded, feeling extremely vulnerable. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was in disarray. You took in his dishevelled appearance eagerly; it’s not always you see the strict Heartslaybul Dorm Leader in such a state.

"You... wanted my attention?" Riddle shook his head, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite place. He knew he should be angry at you for breaking his concentration, but a part of him couldn't help but gleam at your affection.

"Sorry, my Rose. I just...I don't like being caught off guard like that," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Shall we take a break? I bought some new tea leaves that we can share together."

ticklish rating: 4/10

see this man isn’t ticklish

except for his ears

probably sleeping in the botanical garden as always when you attack him

immediately squirms and flinches away, hissing like a cat

he’s glaring at you and he’s so caught off guard

"Oi, why the hell d’ya do that herbivore?"

he’s mad at you now

couldn’t you have woken him up from his nap normally

grumbles and complains, but his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you into his embrace

well your punishment is to sleep with him now

you can’t see it because he’s hugging you so tightly but he’s smiling into your hair

Leona scowled, "I'm not a cat, and it's not cute. That wasn't funny," he grumbled, his glare is so intense anyone would start trembling and apologising, but it’s you and you know he’s not being completely serious.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he huffed, "You’ve got some nerve toyin’ with a lion." With that, Leona lunged at you without warning, trapping you in his arms and holding them tightly. "This is your punishment. Now, stop wigglin’."

As you give up and start to relax into his hold, he attacks your sensitive spots as revenge, delighting in your flushed face and gasps for air.

"Heh. What's not fair?" he teased. "I thought you liked tickling."

ticklish rating: 8/10

resident octopus is sensitive to touch since he always has his gloves on

he’s sitting in his office working at the contracts some poor unfortunate soul signed

too concentrated to notice you getting closer

he gets so flustered "w-where are you touching???"

you swear his glasses got foggy

tries to look unaffected because he wants to save face

but he’s squirming and shivering until eventually he’ll burst out laughing

and while you’re cheering in victory he’s pouting

he’s so embarrassed you saw that ungentlemanly side

snuggle him and give him kisses and he’ll cheer right up

don’t let the twins see him like this, or else your man’s gonna be short staffed every time they blackmail him with this information

since that tickling session, he’ll be more careful than ever, always on the lookout for any attacks

"Okay, okay, you win!" he gasped between laughs, his glasses crooked. "I'll take a break."

Azul turned in his chair to face you, still catching his breath, his cheeks flushed , "I can't believe you just did that." His eyes were swirling with confusion and disbelief, as if you had betrayed him.

He chuckled and shook his head. "You're impossible," he said, reaching out to pull you close. "But I suppose I can spare a few minutes to talk about my latest plans."

ticklish rating: 10/10

he’s super sensitive to tickling

he’ll be spacing out on a study date

and once your attack begins, it’s full-on cackling, like "AHAHAHAHA sto-"

he’s a giggling mess, wriggling all around trying to inch away

but you’re persistent and by the time you stopped he’s panting and his sides are still tingling, even his turban has come loose

he pouts a bit after, but he melts instantly when you hug him

how can he stay mad at you?

smiles so widely and snuggles closer

what? you tickled him to get his attention?

rest assured his attention is fully on you now, he’s physically attached to you at this point

you better help him retie his turban, or else jamil’s got more work to do

jamil just stares at you two in disapproval; idiots

Kalim laughed and shook his head. "You could have just called my name, you know. But, I have to admit, that was pretty effective, ahaha!" he said, still chuckling.

Kalim wrapped an arm around you and leaned in for a kiss. "You're always on my mind, even when I'm distracted," he said, grinning. "Even if you are a tickle monster, haha!"

"Hey, do you wanna go on a magic carpet ride?," he said, eyes wide full of excitement.

ticklish rating: 6/10

he’s not that sensitive, and he can pretend pretty well to be unaffected

he’s super focused when he’s applying makeup

he laughs a little but his scolds you half-heartedly, "Stop it, darling!"

if you persist, he’ll continue squirming and lets out more laughs

he’s a bit upset you’ve messed up his appearance

but he secretly enjoyed you vying for his attention

turns back to the mirror, makes sure there are no creases or any imperfections

once he’s sure he looks perfect he turns his attention to you

scolds you lightly for disturbing his work of art

but once that’s over he’ll be teasing you about how you couldn’t keep your hands off him

hugs you and tickles you for a bit

when he pulls away, he taps your nose teasingly, promising revenge later

Vil tried to regain his composure, straightening out his clothes and checking his makeup. "You know, laughing can cause wrinkles and ruin my makeup by making creases," he scolded you, still trying to look regal.

Vil huffed at your compliment and stood up to admire himself in the mirror. "Of course I’m beautiful, I suppose you have a point," he said, grinning at his reflection. "Flattery will get you nowhere, however." Vil said, as you laid your head on his shoulder. "I’m simply extenuating my features."

"You know I love you, right?" he said with a soft smile as he turned to give his lover a kiss. "I’m sorry I don’t always have time for you."

ticklish rating: 9/10

he’s not used to people, he’s extremely ticklish

he’s busy trying to beat a new rage game, mumbling curses every once in a while

you take him off guard completely, he lets out a burst of laughter and snorts

he tried to squirm away but to no avail

"OMG, stop! I can't breathe. You're like a raid boss with that tickling!"

his hair is flickering wildly like a flame in the wind

he’s left gasping for air in your arms

honestly your distraction really cheered him up

that stupid game was getting on his nerves way too much

melts into your hug and nuzzles into your neck

you’re his recharge station now

eventually he’ll get back to the game, determined to be one of the firsts to beat it, relishing any opportunity to show off to you

please never tickle this man in public, his poor heart would burst

"LOL, you're really getting me with those tickle combos. I think I need a potion to recover," Idia joked.

"You totally caught me off-guard; it was like a sneak attack. Maybe I should level up my tickle defense skills." He rolled his eyes playfully.

Idia grinned into your embrace. "You’re like, a pro at cheering people up. It's like your superpower or something." He nuzzles into you more.

ticklish rating: 2/10

okay hear me out; he’s a dragon, they’re reptiles, they have tough skin, he’s definitely not ticklish

he’s completely immersed in a book about gargoyles

so you try to get his attention through tickling

unfortunately, he’s not affected like you had hoped

"Child of man, what are you trying to do" with bewildered expression on his face

Okay that plan failed

well, there are of course other ways to make him squirm

so you leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek

leaning back, you took in the sight of his dazed eyes, flushed cheeks and surprised expression

congratulations, you’ve succeeded in making the great Malleus Draconia speechless

once he’s regained his senses, he’s like a puppy dog leaning in for your touch

give him more kisses and he’ll be a good dragon boi, ready to lay the world at your feet

Malleus looks at you, his expression slightly confused. "Tickle?" he repeated, as if he didn't understand the concept. "I don't think I understand," he said, his brow furrowing slightly.

Malleus reaches out and takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "You don't have to tickle me to make me gain my attention, Child of Man. You’re always on my mind," he said, his voice sincere.

"I may not be ticklish, but you still manage to fluster me," he said, his voice low and husky. Malleus looked at them with a small smile on his face, "How curious. I find myself longing for your touch."

Part 2 ✧ Masterlist

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART THREE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You're finally alone with him. He kind of makes you nervous.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) Jervis and reader are finally alone for the first time. The slow burn is slow burning. She fell first, he fell harder. Readers not sure if she's actually starting to like him, or if she's just intrigued by him. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Jervis being an obsessive freak, per usual. Jervis is against smoking lmao. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - ‘PART FOUR, - ‘PART FIVE, - ‘PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN, - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, -'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

♫ “I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and toyin' with them older guys, just playthings for me to use.” Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

You'd been having dreams about him, since your second meeting.

The way he spoke; with poise and elegance, as though he was apart of one of Gotham's eldest families. A part of you think he's hiding something. But he didn't have the air of arrogance, nor were any of the old money men going around doing magic shows for clubs.

Every dream was the same. It was cheesy. It felt like a shitty romcom. He would stare deep into your eyes. Tell you the same thing each time, big black orbs looking into your own.

"Look right into my eyes." His voice sounded, echoing through the chamber of your mind. "Not above them, not around them, into them."

You'd try to look away in an attempt in teasing him. Petulant defiance. You got that tactic from your mother.

But each time you looked away- his fingers would brush against your chin, simply pulling you back to him. He'd offer that smug, quiet smirk. Maybe he did have an air of arrogance.

Each time you woke up, you shook it off. It was just a coincidence. You saw him twice. Nothing special about him.

Coming back to the present, you huff. You're outside the club, on the balcony. The air is crisp and the lights of Gotham shine beneath you and further. You can't see the horizon.

You come out here, sometimes, for a smoke break. Tabitha always reprimands you. "Those are bad for you. Hand it over."

You always get Selina to steal you a new pack of Marlboro reds from one of the clubs frequents. You shudder to think what your dad would say if he found out.

Probably try to arrest you. Underage smoking. You joke to yourself and you snicker.

You watch the smoke come out in puffs. It's kind of tragically beautiful. The way the blue light of the club and city fades into it. It mesmerizes you.

A slight knock sounds to the entrance of the balcony doorframe. On instinct, you try to hide the cigarette, wildly brushing away the smoke.

Mr. Tetch, or rather, Jervis, stands in the doorframe. He leans against it, eyes focused on you. That damned smile plays on his face as he watches you desperately try to put out the cigarette on the balconies edge.

You clear your throat.

"What are you doing here?" You put on your best intimidating voice to conceal the nerves his smile sends you. You try to emulate your dads voice as best you can.

He chuckles, softly. He seemingly ignores the question.

"My, my. You look like you're having an interesting time up here." He drawls, eyes drifting down to the cigarette in your hands. You feel heat rise to your cheeks. "May I join you?" He asks, soft.

You give a begrudged nod. "Um. Yeah."

He nods as he comes closer to you, stopping by your side. You avert his gaze from his. "Thank you," he replies.

He sits down next to you, humming a foreign tune as he looks up. He doesn't seem to notice that you seem nervous, just sitting there, observing him. He finally looks at you, staring at your face, still humming.

"Beautiful night, is it not?" He asks, inhaling the air.

You shrug. "Eh. I've lived here forever. All nights in Gotham are kind of the same."

"Is that so?" He raises an eyebrow. "You don't find yourself...mesmerized by the night?" He says it with a chuckle, staring at the sky, lost in thought.

You pause. What an odd thing to ask. You suppose he's a bit of an odd man, though.

"The nights are better than the mornings. At night, you can just be free. No restraints." You find yourself resting your head in your hands on the balcony. The small action makes him stare at you- expression unreadable. Between the haze of the city lights...the tall man over your shoulder...the left-over smoke, it all feels dream-like.

"Indeed. At night...all our problems and worries suddenly vanish. The city lights and the silence of it all, make one feel truly free and calm." He says, like it's poetry. You hang off his every word.

"Shouldn't you be back inside, doing your act in the club right now?" You perk your head up, remembering he does have a job. He works for your mom. What are you doing?

"Oh, yes I should. But alas, the night was much more appealing," He pauses. You hum in understanding.

"...Cigarette?" You offer. He looks at it, then back to you, regaled. He shakes his hand, putting his hand up to stop you.

"No, thank you." He utters. "Aren't you a bit young to be smoking?" He stares at you with an intensity.

"No. Yes. Maybe." You respond, small. He grins.

"How interesting. You must know, it's awfully bad for you." I shrug at his words, thoughts flying back to Tabitha.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Feels good though."

A slow moment of silence overtakes you two as he grabs your arm gently, and you jump at the contact. Looking over your shoulder, you find him staring deep into your eyes. And the ticking of a pocket watch. Oh shit.

"Look right into my eyes." His voice sounds like velvet. "Not above them, not around them, into them." Unlike the dream, you're frozen in place. No room to turn.

"Now, do I have your attention?"

You nod. He hums, delighted.

"You will stop smoking these, or any other narcotics for that matter." A faint sound of concern...or disgust...slips it's way into his voice. You find yourself bemused, but willing to obey.

"Very good. Now throw the cigarettes off the ledge, yes?" Beside yourself, you do exactly as he says. He pats your head in praise, and you're utterly confused.

"You'll have no memory of this. Three...two...one. Awake." He counts down, looking at you. You blink into consciousness, unaware of what just happened. You feel dizzy.

"Mr. Tetch...?" You ask him, eyebrows scrunched together. He gives you an innocent look.

"I should get going, my dear. Wouldn't want to be late for my very own show." He breathes. "Very nice seeing you."

You swear he disappears before your eyes. You realize your jacket feels lighter. Where did your cigarettes go? Huh. Whatever. You've been meaning to quit anyways.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

@cafeleningrad tagged me to name 23 books I read in 2023 and my only coping mechanisms are sex and research so whoooooo I've got all 23 and they were hard to pick.

Vinland Saga by Makoto Yukimura.

The Polar Bear Expedition: The Heroes of America's Forgotten Invasion of Russia, 1918-1919 by James Carl Nelson

The Sum of Us by Heather McGee

Dark Archives: A Librarian's Investigation Into the Science and History of Books Bound in Human Skin by Megan Rosenbloom

Intimate Matters: A History of Sexuality in America by John D'Emilio and ‎Estelle B. Freedman

The Anglo-Saxons: A History of the Beginnings of England: 400 – 1066 by Marc Morris

Sex, Soldiers and the South Pacific, 1939-45: Queer Identities in Australia in the Second World War by Yorick Smaal

Stolen Focus: Why You Can't Pay Attention—and How to Think Deeply Again by Johann Hari

A History of New Zealand in 100 Objects by Jock Phillips

Dispossessed Lives: Enslaved Women, Violence, and the Archive by Marisa J. Fuentes.

Children of Ash and Elm: A History of the Vikings by Neil Price

Cafe Neandertal: Excavating Our Past in One of Europe's Most Ancient Places by Beebe Bahrami

Albion's Seed: Four British Folkways in America by David Hackett Fischer

1945: The Year That Made Modern Canada by Ken Cuthbertson

The Library: A Fragile History by Andrew Pettegree & Arthur der Weduwen

The Anarchy: The Relentless Rise of the East India Company by William Dalrymple.

A History of Nigeria by Toyin Falola

Embracing Defeat: Japan in the Wake of World War II by John W. Dower

Fire and Blood: A History of Mexico by TR Fehrenbach.

A History of New Zealand Women by Barbara Brookes.

A History of Disability By Henri-Jacques Stiker

Mosquito Soldiers: Malaria, Yellow Fever, and the Course of the American Civil War by Andrew Bell

Revels in Madness: Insanity in Medicine and Literature by Allen Thiher

tagging @elfpen an anyone else who'd like to participate! give me those fiction recommendations because i anxiety read non-fiction lmao.

[newwavenewsandentertainment]

Fashion Designer Calls Out Toyin Abraham and Annie Idibia Over Alleged Unpaid Debt"

Screenshot In a bold move that has stirred controversy on social media, a Nigerian fashion designer has publicly called out popular Nollywood actresses Toyin Abraham and Annie Idibia for an alleged unpaid debt. Taking to her Instagram story, the designer expressed her frustration, revealing that the actresses have owed her for over a year and two months. In her post, the designer tagged both…

[rcdiostcrs]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 .

         rules :    share five songs that represent your muse.   repost,  don’t reblog!

CEADER SIMMONS, taylor swift editon

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐎𝐍𝐄.      ...READY FOR IT?

knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. wondered how many girls he had loved & left haunted. but if he's a ghost, then i can be a phantom holdin' him for ransom. i see nothing better, I keep him forever like a vendetta. ... in the middle of the night, in my dreams you should see the things we do, baby. in the middle of the night, in my dreams, i know i'm gonna be with you, so i take my time. are you ready for it?

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐓𝐖𝐎.     WE ARE NEVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER

i used to think that we were forever, ever & i used to say, "never say never" ugh, so he calls me up & he's like, "i still love you" & i'm like, "i just, i mean, this is exhausting, you know? like, we are never getting back together, like, ever." ... we are never, ever, ever getting back together. we are never, ever, ever getting back together. you go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me, but we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together.

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.     DON'T BLAME ME

i've been breakin' hearts a long time. & toyin' with them older guys, just playthings for me to use. something happened for the first time, in the darkest little paradise shaking, pacin', i just need you. ... don't blame me, love made me crazy. if it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right. lord, save me, my drug is my baby i'll be usin' for the rest of my life.

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.        I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE

a new notch in your belt is all I'll ever be & now i see. now, i see. ... i knew you were trouble when you walked in. so shame on me now. flew me to places i'd never been. now, i'm lying on the cold, hard ground.

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄.     BLANK SPACE

so it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames? you can tell me when it's over, if the high was worth the pain. got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you i'm insane. ’cause you know i love the players & you love the game.

STOLEN FROM: an old post TAGGING: you if you'd like

[savanatv]

Shortcut (2023) Yoruba Movie

Shortcut Yoruba Movie Download Mp4 Enjoy this new Yoruba movie tagged “Shortcut” brought to you by YorubaPremium+. Even though she is innocent, her entire family is wiped out due to her negligence. Find out the rest of the story in Shortcut. Starring Amuda Eko, Joseph Momodu, Toyin Alahusa, Femi Odion, Enitan Odugbemi, Wale Sanusi and many others.

[toptowngist]

“I broke the internet when I did mine” Laide Bakare, others react as Toyin Tomato starts new challenge (Video)

Nollywood actress, Toyin Tomato has started a new challenge which she tagged rain challenge.

The veteran actress shared a video of her playing in the rain as she questioned how many of her followers can still play in the rain despite their age.

Urging them to join her new challenge, she wrote,

“How many people can still try this. I mean okay in the rain as an adult. Let the challenge begin!!!”.

Taking to her comment section, Laide Bakare noted how she broke the internet when she did hers.

The mother of three is no doubt referring to the time she was ridiculed online for stripping to her underwear to play in the rain.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

thank you for the tag @northernbluess HO BOY DO I HAVE A LOT

untitled joel miller wrong number text fic for @mydailyhyperfixations

the pedro characters and how they would help you through an anxiety attack blurbs

“all this love out here in the hall” - neighbor/babysitter!reader and frankie morales

boudoir - a follow up to “toyin’ with them older guys” where the reader gives joel a boudoir album

dieter, hanged man - a tarot request where dieter and reader are at a photoshoot and he’s a whiney mess for her

stripper - dancer!reader and bouncer!joel au

the flower fic - a series exploring grief and healing through flower meanings

teacher/mando - teacher!reader and domestic!din djarin when he moves to nevarro and grogu needs to go to school

the satanic rites of eddie munson - has been on hiatus for a while due to joel miller brain rot i’m so sorry

miss me in your bones - ongoing dbf!joel series

jealousy fic req - a request for jealous reader

pouring champagne on your panties - dieter x reader where he won his first award and you’re celebrating

and this doesn’t even include the ideas document 💀 my adhd goes nyooooom

no pressure tags: @littlegreendove @ezras--moon @swiftispunk

WIP Game

Thanks for the tag @beskarandblasters 💖

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how ridiculous or non-descriptive. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.

hot & heavy chapter 6

102 part II

actor!joel part II

seven minutes in heaven

np tagging: @northernwindd @cupofjoel @deathwife

[littlemartyr]

Oluwatoyin “Toyin” Salau was a 19 year old activist that lived in my hometown, Tallahassee, Florida. She lived in the same town as Tony McDade, and although she was not killed by a police officer they did nothing to help after she went missing! Not only that, but the Tallahassee Police Department is also responsible for the deaths of two other black men (Wilbon Woodard and Mychael Johnson) this year alone. Despite being the capitol of Florida, Tallahassee has not been in the news a lot until recently, but there is a LOT of sus stuff that happens here. I honestly don’t think Toyin or Tony would’ve made the news at all if it weren’t for the protests that were happening, stuff like that gets swept under the rug quite easily here. Anyways, I really hope that our Chief of Police, Lawrence Revell gets fired bc he has a history of racial discrimination and fucking murdered an unarmed black kid in 1996. I would really greatly appreciate if you guys could please sign these petitions, they weren’t made by me but they really help to spread awareness! 

Justice for Oluwatoyin “Toyin” Salau:

http://chng.it/kBGXpjrnhQ

http://chng.it/cxNvzhxPRp

Justice for Tony McDade:

http://chng.it/H6V7yZmxWB

http://chng.it/Jvxg2vvzyN

Release the Body Cam Footage of the Three Black Men Killed by Tally Police:

http://chng.it/RDjFsXV6St

Fire Racist Chief of Police, Lawrence Revell:

http://chng.it/DFcYBv2TCf

[karmaalwayswins]

San Francisco, California November 4-7, 2022

1. San Francisco SBK Congress 2022. 

2. “Diego Rivera’s America” exhibit at San Francisco Museum of Modern Art.

3. “New Work: Toyin Ojih Odutola” exhibit at San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. 

4. Baby back ribs and sweet potato fries at Max’s of Burlingame. 

Photo Credit: karmaalwayswins 

[sophietv]

Don't Blame Me (Analysis)

This one is JUICY!

The song has religious theme and sound like a gospel choir. Also you may see the resemblancce with Hozier Take Me To Church. Letting us believe that she is confessing something unholy.

CHORUS:

Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

So she is asking to not blame her because love made her crazy. Referencing to her lover as drug, something illicit that may be judge by people. VERSE 1:

I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and Toyin' with them older guys Just playthings for me to use Something happened for the first time, in The darkest little paradise Shakin, pacin', I just need you

Line 1 to 3:

She saying that her past relationships were meaningless for her. Comparing them to toys and playthings. Meaning that she used them for something (bearding), but had no real feelings for them.

Line 4 to 6:

She is comparing her relationship now and saying that for the first time she has real feelings for a person and that she needs this person. Shaking, pacing, like someone in whitdrawal. Comparing this love to a drug like in the chorus.

PRE CHORUS 1:

For you, I would cross the line I would waste my time I would lose my mind They say, "She's gone too far this time"

She is saying that she is ready to do a lot of sacrifice to preserve this love: Cross the line, waste her time, loose her mind. She is discribing this love as something that might make her cross a certain line.

This is interesting, especially when you try to see wich line she could cross with a rookie actor that most people don't know...

She is saying that people are saying that she has gone too far this time. Wich makes us wonder, who is saying that? It would make sense coming from her management that are scared that she might ruin her public image with this relationship.

Again. How can she go too far with an unkown rookie actor?

VERSE 2:

My name is whatever you decide And I'm just gonna call you mine I'm insane, but I'm your baby (your baby) Echoes (echoes) of your name inside my mind Halo, hiding my obsessionI once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy

Line 1 and 2:

This line means that her muse can call her as she wants. Since they want to keep their relation private, it would make sense that the muse cannot call her by her name when talking about her in public. But. Throwback to their trip to Big Sur. There is a picture of Karlie writing Karlie loves Taylr in the sand. Mispelling her name. This line might also refers to that.

She is saying that since she cannot call her muse by her name in her music, she is gonna call her hers instead...

Line 3 and 4:

She is stating again that this love is making her do crazy things. But that's ok as long as she is her baby.

The second line is saying that her name is in echoe in her head from always thinking about her.

Line 5:

An halo refers again to something celestial.

But if we think back to when they first met. An angel has an halo.

And they met at the Victoria Secret fashion show, where Karlie was an Angel...

Line 6:

She refers to herself as poison Ivy a plant that causes a rash if you get too close to it.

But now she is saying that she's changed and is now her daisy:

Daisies represent innocence, and so it's the perfect flower for the honeymoon stage of a relationship when you haven't delivered any real conflicts or issues so far.

Also in their road trip to Big Sur, Karlie was photographed a lot with a daisy in her hair. In an instagram post, she posted a picture of a daisy on the dashboard and tagged Taylor as the daisy. Quoting: Best. road trip. ever. In the lyrics booklet, Taylor draw the same daisy on top of this lyric...

PRE CHORUS 2:

And baby, for you, I (I) would (would) fall from grace Just (just) to (to) touch your face If (if) you (you) walk away I'd beg you on my knees to stay

Line 1 and 2: She is saying that she is ready to fall from grace, only to be able to touch her muse's face.

Wich has two meanings:

lose favor or a position of power or honor.

(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favor into sin

Again, how, while in a relationship with an unknow actor could she loose her honor and/or descend into sin, for just touchnig his face?

Line 3 and 4:

She is saying that she is desperate for this relationship to work. And that if her muse were to leave, she was ready to beg her on her knees to stay with her.

BRIDGE:

I get so high, oh Every time you're, every time you're lovin' me You're lovin' me Trip of my life, oh Every time you're, every time you're touchin' me You're touchin' me

Line 1 to 3:

Again comparing this love to a drug that is addictive but also as a certain illicit aspect.

Line 4 to 6:

Another comparaison to drugs.

Although we can argue that she is referencing her trip to Big Sur and Karlie's instagram post.

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Don't Blame Me (Toyin' with the Mold)

Don't Blame Me (Toyin' With The Mold) by Monkeygirl77

“Come now,” the Stoat is not against playing mind games, especially to villains of the caliber of the one seated before them, but he was against playing said games on children. Even those like the one seated before them. “ Takami Izuku, you are The Pestilence, Plague Doctor , you know full well what your masterpiece is capable of. I will gladly show you to you ailing older brother if you only give your word to play on our side of the game this time around.”

Words: 681, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Nedzu, Pro Heroes, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki, Inui Ryou | Hound Dog, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Midoriya Izuku & Nedzu, Midoriya Izuku & Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Inui Ryou | Hound Dog & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki & Pain, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Biological Weapons, Biological Warfare, Plague, Background Character Death, Many of them, Genius Midoriya Izuku, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Angry Midoriya Izuku, Evil genius Midoriya Izuku, Illnesses, Terminal Illnesses, Pandemics, epidemic, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Sick Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hurt Takami Keigo | Hawks, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Older Sibling Takami Keigo | Hawks, Good Older Sibling Takami Keigo | Hawks, That moment when you realize it's your baby brother causing the start of Extinction, Takami Keigo | Hawks is So Done, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Parental Takami Keigo | Hawks, Midoriya Izuku and Takami Keigo | Hawks are Siblings, Quirkless Discrimination, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Hubris, All Might's greatest flaw, Mentor Nedzu, Tired Nedzu, Drugs Made Them Do It, Drug Addict Midoriya Izuku, Underage Smoking, Midoriya Izuku is Not Okay, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Being an Asshole, say it louder for the people in the back

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43219848