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master-xochimilli · 2 months

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uhfhmm,, Sir? I was wonderifn umh , if you woul d like a sleepy nd weak llittle kitty boy to watch stumble aaway from you and try to catch ,, , set me off inthe house nd watch me bump into tjings , maybe thr fear will wakr me up.... Uou can breed mw when you get meee

-🍰 (if its oksy)

Awww I'd just adore watching a sleepy weak kitty like you stumble around and away from me. Though I must say, I'd definitely try to get as close as possible just to start kicking you, make you bump into things all dumb and pathetically

I want you nearly unconscious, scared and weaker than ever by the time I grab your dumb little hips to lift you onto my cock to pump a fucking litter into you, make you a proper little breeding bitch pup for me~

#xochimilli answers◇#🍰anon

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threadsun · 3 months

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JWNWJHSU HI. New anon here, so plz forgive any Tumblr etiquette in lacking!! im here to plead for any jean and/or Rory headcanons. pretty pls. Also, if it's not taken, can I be 🍰anon? :3

Etiquette is overrated :3

Rory is craftier than he lets on. He seems so laid back and chill all the time, it makes you forget that he's fully capable of manipulating you

Jean, on the other hand, is pretty open about how manipulative he is. He's a good actor when he wants to play innocent, but most of the time he doesn't bother

Rory's a supertaster and he's very picky about food. He can also identify people by their cum if he's tasted it before

Jean has perfect pitch. His singing voice is genuinely delightful but he doesn't sing very often because he doesn't particularly enjoy it

Rory is a huge fan of sweet things, especially tea with sugar and milk

Jean isn't big on sweets and much prefers a plain black coffee for drinking

Rory has a pretty generic Irish accent that sounds put on, but for him is technically natural, being a character

Jean has a transatlantic accent with a slight hint of French, especially when saying French loanwords

#sunshine #swwsdj #sdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jean #sdj rory #18+ only #🍰anon

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pizzalover8969 · 7 months

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...i just got told that i was "assigned Vergil at birth"...

how to recover from psychic damage? i hope you have the answer.

-🍰 anon

#RIP #🍰anon #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dmc #dmc5 #dante #dante sparda #asks!!

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short-black-diamond · 7 months

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I'm doing good, how about youuu?? I was planning to have a day all to myself where I cry all day because it relieves stress 🤩🤩

Have you eaten? Drink? Sleep? All of the basic necessities??🫶🫶

- 🍰nom

no I didn't eat anything yet because I'm too lazy to make myself sth to eat, also WHY IS MY PRECIOUS CAKE CRYING

who hurt you?!

Are you okay????

Like, why are you crying? I mean it does relief some stress, but please don't cry for five hours...

-your concerned diamond <3

#i love you 🍰nom #🍰nom #🍰anon

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mrjadeleech · 4 months

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...While you did say you were just poking fun, I can't help but feel regretful for what I had said, therefore, I apologize. I didn't mean to bring you such discomfort... as seeing so would break my heart.

However...for you to refer such thing as a crime....you do say funny things sometimes, Jade.

Please refer me as anon 🍰, hoping it isn't taken yet.

Good day, dear anon.

What is ever more amusing, is your insistence on emphasizing terms that truly need no particular emphasis. I wonder, how would it feel to break your own from mere words alone? Surely, you are not so frail and lacking in life experiences for anything I say to matter to that extent.

Fufu, welcome aboard, dear anon.

#twst #twst asks #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst jade #jade leech #mrjadeleech #🍰anon

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eddie-munsons-blog · 1 year

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Well…would it be our own little home video or a whole production? Is the real question.. <3 - 🍰 your little metal princess

Princess!

Such naughty words from you... Fucking love it.

What do you want it to be, huh? Me holding the camera while I fuck you, or strangers watching and recording us while we’re doing it?

I’ll make sure we’ll give them a show. 🖤

#🎸asks🦇#🔞.nsfw #tw voyeurism #🍰anon #🍰#eddie munson roleplay #eddie munson rp #stranger things roleplay #eddie munson

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foxymoxynoona · 1 year

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i would be extremely interested in seeing you write JK/Namjoon/OC or JK/Yoongi/OC

i think the dynamic between maknae/leader and being less mature/more mature would be so fun to explore. plus the addition of OC and their own qualities of course

🍰

and let me tag on that i think Namjoon has the maturity that comes with responsibility, and Yoongi just seems like a mature and experienced kind of person (like wisdom-maturity)😆

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See the problem is choosing ONE, you know?? Because I want to pour my heart into it, I don't want to hold back planning for other options. Each option is sooooo good, including what variety of spice the OC adds. Seriously, my enthusiasm is endless, I just get overwhelmed with what I really want to do.

#🍰anon #asks

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ssahotchnerr · 16 days

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hi sweets! may i claim this 🍰 emoji? if its taken then ill just take another one! back to my main point of this lolzz a little rant on your inbox (sorry) since i don't have much friends on the fandom 😭😭

i had seen some ppl on tiktok say that thomas had a dui charge and least to say i was really upset when i found out, so i took on a research about it, there i found out that thomas wasn't even drunk and had a drink with a friend, and i also found out that a cop found him try to get onto his car and made him put his hands into the air, he didn't even drive yet, here's an article where tom explained his side and it gladly helped me understand the situation better https://people.com/tv/criminal-minds-fired-star-thomas-gibson-talks-dui-shemar-moore-drama/

but the thing is people on tiktok kept spreading misinformation that he is a horrible person and im so bothered by it because they don't do their research and they kept throwing words about it yet they clearly lacking information about the issue 😔😔 im an extremely sensitive person so i was so upset by it ☹️☹️ although the brighter side is that a LOT of people defended him thank god it made me realize not all people are stupid and they do their research shwjxjjsjdwj sorry for the little rant! rlly just wanted to get this out of my head

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hi my love of course!!!!! :D

and omg omg i've obv heard about his dui charge but i've never looked at it in detail, and yeah i get where you're coming from, i felt exactly the same when i found out :( i see people talking badly about him a tonnnn and it makes me so so sad too - especially since we don't know the full truth of the situation. but something that i always go back to - there's sooo many people who he's worked with who speak highly of him, for example most of the cm cast still follow him on insta, so if he was that bad of a person, wouldn't they want nothing to do with him??? i hope that thought gives you some comfort <3

#🍰anon #katie’s inbox

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steve-harringtons-blog · 1 year

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Maybe..we can watch a movie you chose one day? Together.. *she’d suggest shyly, following him over to the counter with the movie in her hands*

Are you sure you’re just allowed to give me all this for free? At least let me pay for the snacks *she’d whine softly feeling guilty for practically robbing him before glancing over at the chocolate covered pretzels which were also her favourite snack*

- 🍰

Not a chance, honey.

*Steve says, denying her to pay for anything. He packs the things in a small plastic bag and hands them to her.*

The only payment I accept is you having a good time.

#✉️:asks #🍰anon #🍰#steve harrington roleplay #steve harrington rp #steve harrington #stranger things roleplay

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colonelarr0w · 2 months

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Hiiii i really like reading some angst stuffs so heres my idea loll!

What about reader never felt like they were ever loved romantically and has been quite the loner for a while. So, to have Gojo confess to the reader has reader confused, but quite happy, but will soon find out that its a dare and Gojo only has the end of the year to make reader date him! (Just say the current month is near december loll)

But as time goes by, Gojo starts to actually have feelings for reader and suddenly reader overheard their convo of Gojo with his friends about the dare...

(PLS IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC THISIS ONE OF MY FIRST TIMES REQUESTING SMTHHH. BTW YOU CAN CHANGE THE GOJO TO ANYONE ELSE :3AND ALSO YOU CAN CHOOSE WETHER TO HAVE COMFORT OR NAH. AND THANKS FOR GIVING YOUR TIME TO READ THIS HAVE A NICE DAYY)

-🍰

Sypnosis - Gojo was already known to be a heartbreaker, but you didn't stop to think for a second that maybe -- just maybe -- he was trying to break your heart too.

Warning(s) - mature themes, foul language, Gojo is a MAJOR dick in this one, angst

Word Count - 3.1k

A/N - Hi Anon! (STOP IM CRYING I LOVE EMOJI ANONS SO MUCH) So you made the mistake of giving me an angst prompt while also saying that I could maybe add comfort. I will be doing no such thing. Kisses!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

Satoru Gojo was, by every single standard, a lady’s man.

And you, by every single standard, were the complete opposite of every man’s “ideal type”.

How you managed to find yourself in a situation where you told others, “I’m dating Satoru Gojo,” felt like a fever dream constructed by the hardest drug.

The way in which he asked you out was — well — Satoru Gojo. A grand white banner with your name scrawled into it, underneath it the words: Go out with me?

Of course you accepted, though you were thoroughly confused. You had always been an observer from the shadows, not emerging unless it was absolutely necessary.

To have the Satoru Gojo ask you out in front of a gaggle of people was off putting — and certainly not anything that you had expected.

But none of that stopped you from saying yes, which made the snowy-haired male’s smile widen three times in size — if that was even possible.

“C’mon Satoru, it’s an easy 2,500 Yen,” Geto says, a sly smirk curling the corner of his mouth upward as he leans over the back of the couch.

Gojo sighs, jutting out his bottom lip as one of his hands busies itself with running through his hair. It wasn’t a terrible bet — even though the payoff didn’t exactly feel worth it.

“2,500 Yen to ask her out?” Gojo confirms, turning his head and glancing over the rims of his glasses. Geto smirks again, turning his phone and flashing a picture of you at Gojo, just to make sure that he would be asking out the right person.

“2,500 Yen,” Geto nods. Gojo sighs, his body slumping forward dramatically. Geto grins again, watching his best friend crack down — no way was he turning down a bet that he could easily secure.

“Fine, you have a deal,” Gojo holds his hand out, failing to hold back the smirk that curls his mouth upward as Geto slaps his hand against Gojo’s.

The two shake on it, and the bet is made.

But, of course, you were oblivious to all of that. You believed that, for the very first time, someone looked at you in a way that wasn’t strictly platonic. Someone loved you — really, truly loved you.

And what an extravagant partner Gojo was, buying you small trinkets that he believed you would like, taking you to restaurants that you had looked at on the street for a moment too long — he had even forced himself to learn how to ice skate because you mentioned offhandedly that it would be nice to skate with someone.

For the first time in a very long time, you felt connected to someone. Conversations flowed so easily between you both, never forced or uncomfortable. It was as if you had known each other your entire lives.

Gojo knew that it was fake — you thought it was truly real.

< … >

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Gojo calls out with a flashy wave of his arm. Once you’re in reach of him, he latches onto you, nose nuzzling into your hair.

You let out a startled squeak at the force of his body against yours, but immediately loosen up and return his embrace, snuggling as deeply as you can into his arms.

“Satoru!” you laugh out breathlessly, squeezing his shoulders as he lifts you from the ground, easily spinning the both of you in a circle. “You act like you haven’t seen me in years.”

Gojo rolls his eyes dramatically, setting you down but keeping his arms locked around your waist. He gaze meets yours through the darkened lenses of his glasses, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Oh god, I know that look,” you mutter teasingly, which earns you an affectionate pinch to your side — one that you swat him away for.

“You wound me,” Gojo sasses back, releasing you only to place a hand flat against his chest as if he had been stabbed. You roll your eyes, laughing breathily at his antics.

“What do you want to do tonight? It’s date night,” you remind him, watching as his face breaks into a bright smile. He reaches for you again, lifting your hand and twirling you around before he tugs you to his chest.

“I was thinking-“ he begins in a sing-song tone. You raise an eyebrow at him, which he quickly leans in to peck. “-we go to the movies, get some cheap froyo, and crash in your dorm.”

You smile at him, eyes crinkling adorably at the corners as you throw your arms around his neck, squeezing him.

“Yes please!”

< … >

“The movies? Froyo? God, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re falling for her,” Geto mocks the motion of throwing up, earning a laugh from the snowy-haired boy that stands next to him.

Gojo rolls his eyes, catching the basketball that Geto throws at his chest. He bounces it once against the ground before taking a shot, smirking as it swishes inaudibly into the basket.

“I want her to at least believe it,” Gojo responds with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. Geto rolls his eyes, biting back the chuckle that rises in his throat. “What? I’m not lying.”

“No, I know you’re not lying,” Geto bends to pick up the abandoned basketball, bouncing it against the ground and taking a shot of his own — which misses.

“So then why the sudden comment?”

“Because of the look in your eyes whenever someone mentions her or whenever you see her,” Geto says plainly, turning to cross his arms at Gojo.

He purses his lips together, eyebrows pinching in confusion as he silently urges Geto to continue. How he looks at you?

Geto sighs through his nose, then lifting his fingers to pinch at its bridge. The basketball is long abandoned now, rolling into the center of the gym and remaining there.

“Every time she calls out to you with that — stupid nickname, you brighten up like a dog who’s seeing his owner,” Geto points out. Gojo can feel the tips of his ears burn red at that — because even he knew that it was true.

“Toru! There you are!” you call out affectionately, crossing the training fields and practically jumping into Gojo’s awaiting arms.

He smiles warmly as your face nestles into the junction between his neck and shoulder, breathing in the familiarity of your scent and holding you close to him.

“That isn’t true,” he murmurs, scratching at the back of his neck. Geto stands still for a moment, staring at Gojo with a look that could easily slaughter an entire town.

“No? How about when she made you lunch that one time?” Geto raises his eyebrow — his eyes visually calling bullshit as Gojo’s cheeks burn the same shade of red as his ears.

“Ta-da!” you smile widely as you present Gojo with the intricately put-together bento box. He takes it from your hands, allowing his fingers to brush against your own for a moment too long — an action that brought a light blush to your cheeks.

He smiles down at the bento you had prepared for him, feeling his heart swell at the idea that someone cared enough about him to sit down and put so much thought into preparing him a lunch. Gojo is quick to then lean in, pecking your cheek and smiling widely at the dark red hue that coats your face.

“That’s…different,” Gojo tries to argue, but Geto is quick to call out his bluff, laughing loudly in his friend’s face and striding towards the center of the gym to retrieve the abandoned basketball. He bends, scooping it into his palms and bouncing it twice against the ground.

“Oh, I’m sure that it is,” Geto rolls his eyes, twisting his body and shooting the basketball — already displaying annoyance when it misses yet again.

Gojo sighs, the puff of air he releases blowing his bangs from his face. He watches as Geto goes to retrieve the basketball, bouncing it once before roughly checking it to Gojo.

“Careful Satoru, I wouldn’t want you to fall for her,” Geto teases, feeling himself smirk as Gojo’s hands catch the basketball. The snowy-haired male rolls his eyes in response, bouncing the ball.

“That won’t happen, trust me,” Gojo bites back, not failing to notice the knowing glint in Geto’s eyes.

“Sure it won’t.”

< … >

Hey! I’m at the theatre, where are you?

READ

Satoru?

READ

I’m just assuming you’re running late, just text me when you’re here!

DELIVERED

Puffing out the air that you held in your cheeks, you stow your phone away into your pocket, eyes silently scanning the front entrance of the theatre. Maybe you missed him? No, there was no tuft of snowy-white hair anywhere in the crowd — surely he was just running late.

You shuffle on your feet, adjusting the small bag that you had brought with you. The interior is stuffed with snacks that both you and Gojo enjoyed — including his favorite from the local convenience store. You smile to yourself, already picturing the wide smile that would cross his face when you presented him with the snacks.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, which you all but dive for with a speed that feels almost inhuman. You stare down at the illuminated screen, heart deflating as you realize it’s only a message from your mother, checking in and asking you how your date with Gojo was going.

Lifting a shaky hand to your eyes, you wipe away the tears that cling to your bottom lash line. You text your mother back, lying to her about the state of the date and pushing your phone back into your pockets. You glance back down at your open purse, blinking back your tears at the sight of the snacks — what a waste.

< … >

“Sato—“

You pause just outside of the classroom doors, resting your palms against the sliding door and peering curiously inside. Your eyebrows pinch together, eyes narrowing as you listen intently to the conversation shared between Gojo and Geto, both of whom seemed to be in the middle of — maybe — arguing with one another.

“How much longer am I keeping this up for?” Gojo all but whines, leaning back in the seat that he was occupying, his feet propped up on the desk as he releases an annoyed huff.

Geto chuckles, rubbing a hand over his face as he sits on the desk directly in front of Gojo, folding his legs over one another and smirking down at his best friend. Gojo sighs, blowing his bangs out of his face as he leans forward, his sunglasses slightly slipping down the bridge of his nose.

“Why? Getting bored?” Geto raises an eyebrow at Gojo, lifting his arms to cross them firmly over his chest. Gojo rolls his eyes yet again, releasing a deepened sigh that only has Geto releasing the chuckle that he had been holding in.

“I’m getting tired,” Gojo mocks a dramatic yawn, throwing his arms into the air and leaning back in his chair. Geto raises an eyebrow at the answer, curious now.

“Tired?”

“Exhausted. I don’t think you understand Suguru, she’s so desperately clingy and just — I can’t keep up with it,” Gojo explains in exasperation, rubbing his hands over his face and digging his fingers into the skin of this temples, rubbing them in slow circles.

You feel your heart crack the more that Gojo speaks — listening quietly as he lists off all of the things that he seemingly hates about you. Your eyes burn with tears, and suddenly every ounce of love that you ever felt for Gojo seep out of you in waves.

Had he felt that way about you the whole time?

“Hey, you were the one that said yes. You could’ve dropped the bet,” Geto shrugs his shoulders, an action that earns him an annoyed kick from Gojo.

“It’s 2,500 Yen. I’m not saying no to that,” Gojo reminds his friend, waving a finger in his face. Geto chuckles breathily, but pauses at an unfamiliar sound — a choked cry. His head whips around in an attempt to locate the source of the sound, feeling his heart drop to the deepest depths of his stomach at the sight of a retreating figure by the classroom's doors.

Gojo follows Geto's wandering gaze, eyebrows knitting together in confusion at the sudden change in his friend's facial expression. "Shit." Is all that Geto says before he moves to the door, peering out of it just in time to see your figure turn the farthest corner of the hallway – then vanishing.

Geto's eyes flicker to meet Gojo's as the latter leans his chin onto Geto's shoulder, staring at the spot that you had just disappeared from.

"What happened?" Gojo inquires curiously, not failing to notice the way that Geto's spine stands as stiff as cardboard. The dark-haired male swallows the lump in his throat – they were both royally fucked.

"We're fucked."

< ... >

"There, there, c'mon (Y/N), don't let this--"

"He lied to me!" You rub your hands roughly over your tear-filled eyes, feeling your chest tighten as you look away from Utahime's concerned gaze. Her eyebrows furrow together in worry, eyes silently taking you in as you curl into yourself.

She would be lying if she said that she wasn't downright pissed at what Gojo had done to you. After listening to your tearful ramble about what you heard, any and all respect that she had for her snowy-haired classmate went completely out of the window.

Not that there was much respect there in the first place.

"So how much of what he said did he actually mean?" Your voice is a broken cry, trembling in a way that has Utahime reaching out to comfortingly lace her fingers with your own.

"I don't know," she whispers in response, not knowing how to help you. You turn your head away from her, sniffing and wiping your nose with the cloth of your sleeve. "I'm sorry (Y/N)."

You shake your head, breath trembling as you grip at your knees. You screw your eyes shut, still seeing his affectionate smile behind your eyelids – you wish that you could forget it completely. You can still feel him too; you can feel his arms wrapped around you and his lips as they press affectionately to your cheek.

You begin to wonder how much effort he actually put into your dates, you begin to wonder if his affectionate touches were genuine, you begin to wonder if it was him writing his text messages out or if it was someone else entirely. Did he ever care about you?

"Hey."

You glance up at Utahime, sniffling quietly as she reaches a hand out, laying her palm against your cheek and thumbing away the stray tears that roll down your cheeks. Her heart breaks at the sight of you – but her heart also yells angrily at the idea that Gojo would toy with you for a measly 2,500 Yen.

She knew that he was an asshole – everyone did. But she didn't think he was that big of an asshole.

"How about me and you go out? I'll even text Mei Mei and Shoko," Utahime offers, smiling again at you. You sniffle, cheeks reddened by your tears. Your eyes are puffy, lashes still wet with tears that take their sweet time in dripping down your face.

"Can we stay in instead?"

Utahime nods, smiling again at you. Her arms extend, wrapping around you and tugging you into her chest, squeezing affectionately at you. You sink into her embrace, face pressed comfortably into her shoulder.

"Yeah, of course we can."

< ... >

"You're such a dick!" Utahime yells in a fit of rage, shoving her hands against Gojo's chest and glaring daggers at him as he stumbles backwards. He stares at her incredulously, eyebrows raised to a point that his forehead is wrinkled five times over.

He hadn't expected this behavior from the usually calm and collected girl – but the way that she had stormed at him screaming her head off told him that he had royally screwed up.

Over his shoulder, Geto watches knowingly. He knows that he'll likely be yelled at too, so in mental preparation, he remains completely silent, not wanting Utahime to turn her rage on him prematurely.

"What is this about?" Gojo asks genuinely, his eyes narrowed in confusion as Utahime angrily takes a step back from him, restraining herself from actively strangling him.

"What is this – so you just have no idea what you did to (Y/N)? God, you're dense!" Utahime all but screams, throwing her hands up in a fit of rage.

Gojo narrows his eyes, then they widen – shit. How the fuck did you find out?

"What do you mean?" He pauses for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "What about (Y/N)?"

"Oh, don't act so clueless! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Utahime jabs a finger at Gojo's chest, her eyes burning with a rage that he had genuinely never seen in her before. She takes a brave step towards him – in return, he takes a step back.

"I don't--"

"Does 2,500 Yen sound familiar to you?" Utahime raises an eyebrow at him. He deadpans, swallowing the growing lump in his throat and feeling his heart sink.

His silence tells her everything that she needs to know. She straightens, shooting a pointed glare to Geto as well – resulting in him looking anywhere but her direction, gaze flickering around wildly.

She turns her attention back to Gojo, looking him up and down with an expression of nothing but pure disgust. He winces at the glint in her eyes – God, he had really screwed up.

"You're both disgusting," Utahime spits venomously, then turning on her heel and promptly striding away from both males. Gojo turns, exchanging a worried yet remorseful glance in Geto's direction. His friend only swallows, they had both royally screwed up.

< ... >

Gojo suffered with the aftermath of you hearing his conversation – you avoided him like he had been infected with some kind of infectious disease. Any room he entered, you exited. Any time he called out your name with a polite wave, you turned your nose up and continued walking.

In a way, you pretended that he simply didn't exist – that the person waving to you or trying to interact with you was nothing but a phantom, one that you ignored as if it was the only thing that you knew how to do.

"(Y/N)! Hey, can we--"

You stride past him, shoulder knocking against his own as you exit the classroom. He stands silently at its center, lowering his hand back to his side – he had wanted to reach out for you, but something inside of him told him to simply leave you be.

And the day that he saw you happily hanging off of Nanami's arm was the day that he realized – loving someone from afar was the worst pain of all.

#colonelarr0w #jjk x reader #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo fanfiction #satoru gojo fanfiction #gojo satoru fanfiction #gojo x reader #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo satoru #jjk gojo #🍰 anon

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threadsun · 3 months

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God, it's so hard wanting Jean and Joseph to be together. Like on one hand Jean is awful. he's awful and bad and is really toxic to Joseph and it's all just so bitter and manipulative (and hot but like) but also they're so silly and it's like watching a giant , innocent dog try and cuddle with a feral ginger cat and I NEED them to be sweet and happy together and then make out –🍰

Oh absolutely!!! Yes their relationship is awful, yes their relationship is deeply compelling and oddly sweet. Sometimes it's a psychological horror movie, sometimes it's a tom and jerry skit!!! Either way, I need them to fuck nasty about it and also maybe cuddle a bit.

Also there's something very delightful about Joseph accidentally forcing Jean to have feelings and Jean being so mad about it :3

#sunshine #18+ only #asks #🍰anon

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pizzalover8969 · 7 months

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your song recs are 10/10 thank you my good sir. lunch break never felt better.

also, hypothetically, what could i send vergil that would piss him off?

- 🍰 anon

A TON OF FAKE FACTS. TELL HIM THAT HE'S INSANE AND THAT THE EARTH IS ACTUALLY FLAT. TELL HIM HIS FASHION TASTE IS HORRIBLE AND EARL GREY IS DISGUSTING

#devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dmc #dmc5 #dante #dante sparda #🍰anon #asks!!

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short-black-diamond · 7 months

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*flip* I had a thought

For the tged genderbend thingy, could you imagine the King(queen) and Lydia dancing like a ballroom together to THE MASOCHISM TANGO😮😮😮😮(Why that song? Because why not it's fancy)

DO YOU SEE MY VISION??

- 🍰nom

Extra note: make sure to relax once in a while 🫶

🍰nom what are you doing to me...!? I just listened to it yesterday and I'm in love!

ALSO I HOPE I SEE YOUR VISION AS WELL, IF NOT THEN YOU CAN KILL ME BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA DISSAPPOINT YOU AGAIN HUHEHEHEEEEE *cries*

also let's put in some tension because why not :}

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Masochism Tango~!

Lydia couldn't believe her endless strand which was the symbol of the opposite of luck.

How could she sink this far? Always...always, always, always...!, when she thought she could take a rest, the king had to ask her something, making her do it, then leaving her alone to the point where Lydia thinks she's finally free from his orders until it all begins from the top.

Tonight was no different.

Tonight, the king himself sent Lydia a letter, and although it was written poetically and in the most beautiful cursive Lydia had ever read, she still had her doubts.

What if it was a trap? It couldn't be just a simple ballroom invitation!

...

It was just an invitation. Nothing more.

Lydia got dressed up by her parents, with Jaqueline having made herself dolled up as well as they both were put into a carriage to go to the castle.

Lydia was dying on the inside as she was going from people to people who demanded her attention. On one side, it was good that she could at least make contracts with gullible rich snobs which would only bring her profit, but that was just about it...

...until...

"Lady Frontera.", the smooth and deep voice of the king called softly, demanding her immediate attention.

Lydia turned around. "Good evening, my king.", she spoke gracefully, while bowing down politely.

"I see you've taken my invitation to heart and graced us all with your presence. I'm glad you did.", the king answered, smiling down at her as his handsome face got framed perfectly by his fire-like red locks.

Lydia, trying to be humble as ever, giggled as she held a hand in front of her mouth. "Oh, no no. You have graced us all! It's not everyday that the kind himself holds a ball, so-"

"Dance with me."

Lydia looked at the king. She smiled. "P-pardon?"

"Dance with me...please.", the king asked softly, taking Lydia's hand in his. Lydia felt betrayed.

Betrayed that the king had the guts to even ask her for a dance when he was using her to his liking like a chess piece every other day to handle impossible business with ease.

And...

...b-betrayed...that her heart was beating faster all of a sudden. Lydia also couldn't explain the sudden rise in her body temperature as she stared at the king who offered her a charming but... insecure smile.

"I-I...accept.", she answered, but she didn't think. It was...as if her heart...was speaking? How could that even be possible?

And what else could she have done? Who knows what might've happened if she declined his offer? She gulped as he lead her to the dancefloor.

And as if on cue, a new song began, but she was surprised that she knew the song. 'Masochism Tango??? How is that even possi- Oh...the book is relatively new, so of course there'd be some scenes which hold canon events of the real world in it...BUT STILL!?!??!'

The female Frontera thought she might die from the headache she was receiving. However, she quickly came to her senses which went to overdrive as the king placed one gloved hand on the small of her back, while the other one held one of hers.

His hand was so much larger than hers...she blushed and closed her eyes. The king took the first step back as lydia followed, her eyes still closed as she danced to the tango steps surprisingly well.

'Ah, yes...the book-Lydia took dance lessons...', Kim Suho thought as she danced in Lydia's body with the king.

The king himself found himself in quite a dilemma. The woman he was dancing with had her eyes closed, which could only be interpreted as discomfort. The king frowned sadly, although it was barely visible for the public's eye.

"Lady Frontera...do you not enjoy the dance?", the man asked, his red eyebrows going down in concern as he watched her open her eyes in panic.

Lydia blushed as she looked at him. "N-no! Not at all! I-I'm just---not used to dance in front of so many people, please forgive me-"

Her breath got caught in her throat when she realised the position she was in. She was standing on one leg, the other one high in the air, and her upper body was down as her head hung upside down.

It was a compromising position, a dangerous one even. Lydia's eyes were wide open as she saw the world upside down for a moment before the king pulled her up to stand normally.

"You...don't have to ask for forgiveness, lady Frontera.", the royal spoke softly as he looked down on her and danced with her around the place, twirling and holding her close to him.

"But...I-I still feel like I should...!", the brown haired girl said in a trance. She thought back on how much of a bizarre position she was in a few moments before. 'He could've killed me! He could've broken my back just like that!'

"Lydia...may I ask you a favor?", the king asked, and in that exact moment, the hand which was holding her hand now rested on her thigh which landed on his hip as he leaned forward and stared deeply into her eyes with his blue ones.

Lydia gulped with a blush as she shyly but also shamelessly took in his attractive facial features and his warm hands on her body.

"Wh-what is it...my lord?"

"Please don't take your eyes off me.", he spoke, leaning forward a little more and Lydia's irises shook as she looked at the left and right eye of the king.

"Yes...o-of course...!", she breathed, feeling helpless. Now, she didn't think about any inconveniences as she just...lived the moment. Keeping true to her word, she never let her eyes travel anywhere else except the royal's face.

The king himself was at peace now. He also enjoyed the young woman's gaze on him more than he'd like to admit.

He relished in the fact that he could order her to do things he wanted her to do, but this time felt different.

This time, as he was hugging her frame and spinning her around, he didn't feel like he was forcing her to do anything. She looked like she gave herself to him in that dance.

As if to say; "here, I'm all yours."

And the king allowed himself to be selfish for once. He sped up a little as he hugged her a little tighter to him and lead her through the dancers without a single mishap, feeling as if he was getting stronger when he felt his dance partner's eyes on him as he danced ahead.

the song ended too quickly. He regretted not telling the orchestre to keep playing. he regretted having to let go of Lydia's hand-

a gentle squeeze.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked at her in slight shock, his cheeks getting warm. "Lady Frontera-" "I enjoyed the dance."

He gulped. he frowned a little. "Are you sure? you don't have to feel obligated to be formal, you know?"

"I'm telling you, my king...I enjoyed the dance very much. Thank you for inviting me here and asking for a dance. I hadn't have this much fun in ages.", the woman spoke as she looked at the king fondly.

The king nodded. Once, then twice. "I'm glad you did."

---

And we'll stop here! Thank you for reading this!

I hope it was okay for you, my precious cake!!

Read you in my next post!!

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shoving ur panties into loser!ellie’s mouth bc she’s being too loud and whiny ahhhh

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riding ellies strap so hard, practically pushing her further and further into the mattress and just letting out the sluttiest moans that make her groan, “s-s’ youre so pretty- fuck so pretty” and her mind is all hazy because jesus your tits are bouncing and its driving her wild, and ur puffy clit is on full display for her and ur cheeks are so flushed and she doesnt even know what the fuck shes supposed to focus on so her face is wearing this utterly dazed expression, eyes languidly half-shut, and the sounds shes making are just obscene, she just keeps telling u to ride it harder and fuck her cock faster and how bad she needs to cum and how good it feels, just babbling uncontrollably, so u take ur soaked panties that lie besides you and just shove them inside her mouth and fuck that creamy spot ur cunt left on ur panties is just caressing her tongue, she can taste all of it and just sucks the juices in and now she cant help it anymore and cums all over the harness of her strap with muffled little moans, eyes rolling back just clawing at ur hips leaving the nastiest bruises…… shes such a loser who tf cums from just the taste of someone elses juices on her tongue?????? (ellie does btw)

#🍰 anon #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #loser!ellie

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