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THAGT WAS A DDREAM????
#i had a dream one of my mutuals came back from the dead (they arent dead. i think. ii hope they arent but they. WHATEVER.)#and they drew something rlly cool right#(it was meg from hades lol...........)#and they rbed their drawing and i was like wow thats rlly cool and it had 180K NOTES!?!?!!#AND I WAS LIKE WOW. OK.#turns out it was a dream. it felt rlly. weird.#when u dream i notice your emotions dont fully feel there u know???????????????????????#ALSO HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IM FREE TODAY BC THE STORM AND RAIN HAS BEEN SUPER BAD SO SCHOOLS R CLOSED TODAY
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all your yan cheater tamaki fics r so good what.
if you hav time, could i request another?
Maybe another ending or something from the blind fic, it could be reader moving on and finding someone else and tamaki gets jealous and tries to bring back their marriage
something like that would be rlly nice 🫂
Of course, my precious anon! This is a bit short, but I had writer’s block and was just happy to get out of that block!
Title: Blind (Part 2)
Pairings: Tamaki Suoh x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing
Summary: You’ve moved on, but Tamaki can’t.
Part 1: here
blind
/verb/
deprive (someone) of understanding, judgment, or perception:
Who is this?
Tamaki took his place in the first booth in the cafe. You liked this place- kind of a mom and pops hang-out that you always took a corner booth at. You would crack open your laptop on the wooden table, settle into the uncomfortable bench, and type away. You would order a drink. A hot one on cool, windy days, a cold one on hot, humid days. You would smile to yourself as you scrolled through websites he could not see. Put in earbuds and watch YouTube videos or anime.
But not today.
Today, you weren’t playing on your laptop alone. No, today there was no laptop in sight. There was a cold drink in front of you (the weather was warm) and a coffee.
Probably because you weren’t alone.
The guy you were with isn’t as tall as Tamaki, but he has windswept hair and a smile that looks so genuinely happy and carefree. Your arm laid on the table, stretched out towards the male across from you. His hand drew patterns on the back of your hand affectionately as you two talked.
How did he miss this? When and where did you meet this man? Was he another student at Ouran High School? He didn’t recognize him but, then again, he didn’t really pay attention to anyone that didn’t come into music room 3.
He had felt sort of lost ever since disbanding the host club, but he couldn’t bring himself to flirt with other girls anymore. Even when he was faking his affection, he felt like throwing up all over their poofy yellow dresses.
You were the only girl he had eyes for anymore.
Not that you cared.
Tamaki watched as you tapped your foot to the soft music playing throughout the cafe. He admired your pretty beaded sandals and then let his eyes stray to the ruffled yellow dress that covered your beautiful figure. No jeans or sneakers in sight.
You had dressed up for this guy.
Tamaki’s heart twisted in knots. It was hard to admire you with that bastard sitting across from you. Your breathtaking smile, your unwavering gaze… none of that was meant for the man huddled away at the table near the entrance, spying on an oblivious girl.
You and the male across from you scooted down the bench, swung your legs from under the table, and stood up. Tamaki held his breath, watching the two of you so closely that he forgot to blink.
Please just be friends or school project partners… Please just be a relative… Please be platonic…
Tamaki’s heart sank lower with every step you took towards this mystery guy. Let it just be a hug…
But life was not on Tamaki’s side. In the moment that you leaned in to lock lips with the other man, he saw a sort of shadow himself kissing another woman. He wondered if your heart shattered into as many pieces as his did.
He felt numb as he stumbled from his chair to the door. “Tamaki?” No- I don’t want her to see me like this.
Tears stung his eyes as he looked back at you with blurry vision. He could barely make out your face, but he imagined you had a victorious smile on your face. Or maybe you didn’t- you were much nicer than he was, after all.
The worst part was he couldn’t even be mad. He didn’t have a right to be. Your parents had canceled the marriage contract.
The marriage contract… Tamaki’s eyes lit up. Your parents had canceled it out of anger, but they had accepted it because of his father’s offer. His father had lowballed, as he often did.
If he offered more… Well, just what price would make your parents get over their daughter’s opinion and see dollar signs?
You’d be upset, sure, and you’d have to give up your new boyfriend. Don’t worry.
I’ll be more than enough for you.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere one shot#one shot#yandere ouran high school host club#ouran high school host club
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“Being smart is a curse” ( THE RISE OF THE TMNT)!!
A/N: This is a tickle fic based off my fav turtle from ‘The Rise of The TMNT”, Donnie!! Haven’t finished yet, so no spoilers😭. It may seem like I made Donnie this really annoying nerd, but I can assure u, he’s my fav, and I’m joking😭.
Lee: Donnie
Ler(s): Leo, Mikey, Raph, brief April
With Mikey:
“And that’s how I built Sheldon,” Donnie finished talking about his dumb robot thing to Mikey who literally didn’t ask.
“Uh, huh, cool,” Mikey was on his phone during Donnie’s whole “lecture”. Replying with words that’ll make it seem like he was listening.
“And… You don’t care.” Donnie slouched in his standing position.
“Nope, but it was rlly cool talking to ya, D!” The orange turtle waved him off as he continued looking at his phone, exiting the room.
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With Raph:
Donnie examined Raph’s fighting style on the side lines, cringing at his techniques. “Ya know, Raph, you gotta do it like this, or that way won’t be as effective while fighting the villains.” Donnie showed him a “good technique”.
Raph was kinda getting annoyed that Donatello kept telling him different ways to fight every step of the way, “I understand that, Donnie, but I like doing this better than that.”
“Hmmm,” Donnie pondered, “I still don’t see it.”
Raph sighed and face palmed, then he walked back inside from the rooftop.
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With Leo:
Leo was casually skating doing some tricks like he always does, while Donnie was on the side watching him. Leo couldn’t focus like this, so he stopped, and asked the purple turtle why he kept staring at him.
“Only bc I feel like I can do way better at skateboarding than you.” Donnie laughed almost mocking Leonardo.
The blue ninja turtle scoffed, “As if.”
“Nah, frfr, Wanna bet?” Donnie grinned, leaning on the wall. Which keep in mind, he just wanted to be cocky bc he had no skateboarding talent whatsoever.
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Mikey, Raph, and Leo all came together to complain abt Donnie’s cockiness within the last week.
“We need to put an end to him being a smartass.” Raph said.
“Uh huh, tottally. We need to think of something he absolutely HATES, that’ll knock him down a peg.” Leo agreed w/ Raphael.
They all thought of one thing he couldn’t stand, and that was… tickling.
“We could tickle him to make him understand.” Mikey jumped up, excited to be the first one to come up w/ an answer.
“Oh yh, remember that one time when April tickled the living crap out of Donnie, making him cry?” The blue ninja turtle drew a figment imagination in the other two turtle’s heads. Like a flashback.
“Mhm Mhm, we had to console him for hours.” Raph.
“Then we should do just that.” Leo ended the “family meeting”.
They all walked into their third youngest brother’s lair. “Hey, D!” Michelangelo nonchalantly walked to the right side of a very concentrated purple turtle.
“What’s going, Angelo?” Donnie didn’t look up to meet the orange turtle’s gaze, still focus on his witchery.
“Oh nun~”
Donatello kinda got a little nervous at Mikey’s tone, but shrugged it off.
Raph and Leo was still standing by the door way as to not get Donnie any idea abt what they were planning because, all of them standing by one smart soft shell turtle is looking for trouble.
“U still highly sensitive?~” Mikey poked Donnie’s side in a teasy tone, earning a squeak and a protest from the older turtle.
“Mikey…. Don’t touch me.” Donatello warned.
The youngest turtle motioned to his other two older brother’s, and they both took an arm and pinned the scared brother on the back of his soft shell. “AGH!! Guys!!! Get off of me, PLEASE!!”
“Not until u laugh~” Mikey poked repeatedly on Donnie’s twitching stomach.
“Ahahhahahaha, Mikey! Stop!” Donatello withered in place.
“Wow, u rlly are extremely ticklish, huh?” Leo joined in on the teasing.
“Ohhahahahah, please! We all know, youhuhuhuhuhu three will start gihihihigling too, if u wehehehehre tickled like thihihihihis, STOP!!”
“Awww he’s already begging, how cute.”
“Shut up, RAPH!!! Ahahhahahahahaah!!!”
“Hey! Be nice!” Mikey scratched his stomach harder now.
“MIKEY!!! StahAhaaoP!”
“Say ur Sry,” Mikey continued to tease his older brother.
“I’M SRY!!”
“Ur forgiven, but we’re not gonna stop yet.”
“Lucky for you, April told us where ur weak points are.” Leo cooed right by the soft shell turtles’ ear.
Donnie scrunched up his shoulder to get rid of the phantom tickles that vibrated against his ear w/ the help of his older brother. “Please, stahahaha-Stop!”
“No can do, D. We gotta teach u a lesson for always being so cocky, and out besting us.” Raph scratched the purple turtle’s exposed neck.
“Guhuhuhuhys, please! Just stohohohop it alr, I’m serious!”
“Yh, kinda hard to take u serious, Mr. Giggles.” Leonardo his collarbone, by gently tracing his finger around the sensitive bone.
“Please! Ihihihihit hurts.” Donnie lied through his teeth, trying to make it seem like it did so they would stop, but Mikey had other plans up his sleeve.
“Dw, Donatello, Mr. Delicate Touch, will make it to where it won’t hurt.” The youngest turtle pinned one of his arms above his head, and lightly traced up and down from his top ribcage to the center of his armpit. Tracing around inside, giving the center a few scratches as he teases. “Does it tickle when I ever so slightly scratch my way, starting from ur sides, all the way to ur armpits? Bet it’ll tickle so much more when I use a soft paint brush on ur delicate skin. We’ll see if ur still begging me to stop afterwards.” Ofc, Mikey didn’t have a paint brush, but just the thought of it twirling around on his exposed armpits, with Micheal’s continuous teases, made him shiver.
Donnie’s drawn on eyebrows furrowed in fear, wandering if he’ll ever get out of this soon bc he’s nearly abt to pass out from all this non stop tickle torture. Then he realized one person he could call on for help, or so to say, robot. “SEHEHEHHEEHLDON!!!!”
“Wsu, D?” Sheldon asked, almost blind as to what’s infront of him rn.
“Please! HEHHEHEHEHEHEHLP ME!”
Sheldon acted like he was thinking of what to say. Should he help him? Or not? He finally made up his mind, “No way, man. You’re on ur own.” And as if his name was Usain Bolt, he flew right out of the room.
“CURSE U, SHELDON!!” Donatello laughed, from Mikey’s continuous tickling to his armpits, Leo’s non-stop torment to his neck and ears, and Raph’s tormenting fingers on his stomach. Donnie was losing his mind.
He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t protest or talk, it felt like he had a migraine, and he was losing his vision. The three turtles were obviously oblivious to there ticklish brother’s agonizing pain, so they decided to tickle one last place, that’ll get him to scream… They flipped him over on his stomach, exposing his most vulnerable area, and his most sensitive.
“Ok, listen Donnie, u gotta make sure u don’t move too much or you won’t like the outcome,” Dr. Delicate Touch warned as he took off Donnie’s battle shell.
The 3rd oldest brother felt a hit of cold wind on his back, that signaled him to stop them while he still has the chance. “G-guys… Please don’t touch me there. I can-can’t stand it at all, and I’m being serious rn… Please…”
Mikey, Leo, and Raph couldn’t believe what they’re hearing. Was Donnie crying? They’re whole 15 years of living together, not once did they hear their stoic, always serious, never cutting corners, brother cry. They all realized that it was time to stop, so Leo put back on his battle shell, while they gave him space. Bc they just felt like he need time for himself since he needed to cool down after the torture they put him through.
“Ummm… D? Doctor Feelings is always here if u need someone to talk to, k?” And as Mikey finished his sentence, more so question, the three ending lers left the room. Donnie composed himself w/in 5 minutes after they left, but he stayed in there a little longer, figuring out the perfect revenge he can do to get back at them, individually.
#tickle#lee#ler#ticklish#following#for you#rotmnt#rotmnt tickle#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles tickle#donatello#Leonardo#mikey#raphael#ticklish Donnie#ler Leo#ler Mikey#ler Raphael#cartoon tickle#Netflix
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As trotrin has his goofy little moobies ou
I always draw the silly train but never have the patience to finish any drawing with him in it
ALSO look at how INCONSISTENT my art is PLEASE THESE WERE ONLY DRAWN WITHIN THE SPAN OF A MONTH…
Hai welcome back to my blog here’s the worst train ever
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OMG! I HATE ASTROTRAIN!!!!!!!!!
NAw but seriously tbh astrotrain isn’t that bad from the stuff I’ve seen of him and shows and all, maybe he’s actually evil and like eats babies or something in the comics but I wouldn’t know because I don’t read the comics— but from what I can see he’s just a big dude and that’s COOL thats fine
Buuuut when I play him in rps i like to characterize him as a disgusting alcoholic party animal who likes to sadistically run people over and try desperately to pick up women (it’s not going so well) he does have a girlfriend in one rp but in two other rps he is like mortal enemies with that same girl so that’s interesting ig
I cant rlly find a design I like to draw him with so I kinda experiment with everything, like I made my own design for him and then I tried to mix other designs I’ve seen from comics and stuff— I even drew him kinda cyberverse style for a while but TBH all that old art is ABSOLUTE TRASH so I’m not posting it here LOL but yeah that kinda explains why his looks are all over the place
OH Yeah he also has those scars bcuz of something that happened in rp where he kinda got hit by an artillery strike in the face (ouch!) in the second drawing I was experimenting with different designs I liked for the scar and I ended up choosing the top right one but flipping it basically lol I think it’s hot
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i also have this fun little headcanon for really tall characters like astrotrain that the taller you are the more likely you are to have a deformity of some kind because the more a Cybertronian grows the more likely their code is to mutate for whatever reason and cause health issues…. But compared to my other tall characters he doesn’t have it as bad, he just has terrible terrible eyesight which I think my friend said was a thing that’s in the comics for him so that’s neat LOL I think the idea of a huge ass man using tiny glasses to read tiny writing is funny
also he has high blood pressure
Probably from dealing with Blitzwing …
Tysm for readin 😊😊☺️ Byeee
#transformers#transformers roleplay#transformers rp#tf rp#astrotrain#his girlfriend is like 20 ft tall#and in rp we have his height set at like 120 ft#he could accidentally sneeze in her direction and like send her flying
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It’s my bingo and I get to ask for for Vastgiver and Beastnoch! Also whatever is going on in save the princess.
please 💙
the ship bingo
these guys!!! did you know it was their anniversary not too long ago. i drew this for it. god. more than a year of these guys. these guys!!! dear god!!! god. theyre. like. ok so i think . i could have done them more justice.. i could write tva way better now!!! and. god. lifey.... lifey my friend!!!! i like this guy:) lifey.... mannn i still think about these guys and its wild hearing that theyre in your mind too. theyre. guhhh. buh. GUH!!!!
beastnoch is like. guhhh . BUH !!!! a mystery but so familiar to me .. the next door neighbour .. a distant relative .. i know them .. but theyre still so far away .. the best interpretation of them ever is that one fic u never wrote about beast being a cannibal and enoch being an eldritch horror. and every fic you've ever written too. u do so much for them 🙏theyre like your temnolya amen
by 'save the princess' im assuming you mean 'slay the princess' which is a very funny messup to me ❤️her ass is not being saved!!!! the ship i went for here is the main character x (spoilers) !! i think this pairs dynamic could be rlly interesting to you .. and stp as a whole!!! its very story driven (obvi) and its a fun game:) i didnt play it, watched a playthrough, and i regret it a bit tbh .. i think if i played it for myself, id have gotten more attached, but also i was saving up money for something else when it came out and i didnt wanna see spoilers before i saw the story for myself .... :( my struggle!!!! but it is a very cool game and i like the art:) my favourite character is the spectre.
i dont think this ship is That most right-bottom corner, eating one another, but also i do think they have the potential, and i do think that if one party proposed doing that the other would accept, or maybe they'd just do it naturally? trust and love each other so much that they just bite into one another and eat each other .. hehe i like the detail that both parties in that are smiling. guhhh BUH!!! but this is not the spectre x mc. This is the spectre x mc. just for you
spectre:) my friend the spectre!!! my friend:) i like her and her scary faces
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cracks knuckles
okay
1. how would you describe your art style?
uhhhhhhhh, maybe "safe" is the word rn. whenever I think of my art style, what comes to mind is just how little I've been pushing things with it. I wanna change that ;D
2. what's your favorite thing about your style?
I realize I like to use semi-realistic proportions, its cool how comfortable I've gotten with drawing faces and bodies
3. what's your least favorite thing about your style?
It's so static man. same thing I said for the first question, I don't think anything really looks bad, but it just is lacking in creativity in comparison to the older art that should be looking worse than what I do now. I prefer my older stuff ;D (looking at you inktobertale2021.. where did it all go wrong)
4. favorite thing to draw?
regular ol people. human characters are def more in my comfort zone, which explains why I keep hitting skeletons with the humanization ray (also I prefer to draw feminine characters)
5. least favorite thing to draw?
I can't even say I rlly dislike it cuz of how rarely I even do it, but I am procrastinating so hard on learning backgrounds..
6. warm colors or cool colors?
cool colors are my fav, but i find it easier to work with warm ones (I used to put a cool overlay over all my warm toned drawings hgdhfg)
7. show us a WIP
behold, the wip ever. this drawing... was supposed to be posted on august 2022. and then, it was supposed to be posted on dec 21st, dream and nightmares birthday. (atp if I do end up wanting to finish this idea again, I'll probably just scrap it and start over)
8. what's the most fun and least fun parts about your process?
most fun is flat color and rendering. (though I rarely do the latter anymore) and for least fun, tbh a lot of the sketching part tends to be difficult for me, sometimes its cool tho
9. show us a finished piece alongside the original sketch
example from when sketching was fun
10. how many different sketches do you usually have until your piece is finished?
I think I do need to make more of at least thumbnail sketches tbh.. I usually just make one and keep editing it, trusting the process. (and that fails like 70% of the time. woww wonder why sketching isnt fun for me-)
11. show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle
can this count,,
12. show us an old drawing
first deltarune drawing. here's the redraw I later made of this :3 (also old hsgdhgf)
13. how long do you usually take one a piece?
depends. I'll have like 276478923 wips started, and then I get a random idea that I just have to do right at that moment, and I'll get it done in like 1-4 hours. meanwhile old sketches start to rot and maybe if its lucky I'll revisit it before my motivation dies and my style is too different to wanna continue from where I left off
14. digital or traditional?
digital all the way, i've gotten too dependent on the transform tool + liquefy ;D (and many other things tbh but I'd be here all day if I tried comparing them more jhdjdf)
15. if digital, what program do you use?
procreate, the layouts on other drawing programs scare me
16. favorite media to work with when drawing traditionally
pen on paper (am I understanding this right wdym media-)
17. what do you love getting compliments about?
I like when people enjoy the humanizations I come up with, and also original designs in general
18. are you satisfied with the attention your art usually gets?
hmmm yeah
19. how often do you draw?
very often, I just don't have finished things to share most days
20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of
:3
21. something you would like to improve on
the dynamicness (well, the lack of it) of everything, as said before
22. what inspires you?
Ink sans and a ton of creators in this fandom (also animated shows and movies, I love animation)
23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art?
idk tbh, just notice it at all and I'm happy :>
#shy rambles#ask game#long post#twinribbonz#yaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy#another sign to look for more references#my problem may be going from imagination too often
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What has been your favorite moment of your current dnd campaign?
Ahhh okay this is def very hard to answer since this campaign started like,,, march 2020 (in person for a bit, then online, thankfully back to in person now) SO....LONG WINDED POST AHEAD,,,
So we’ve been at it for a while! And things get pushed to the back of my mind or are in my notebook somewhere-BUT we did start a discord channel called ‘that one time when’ where we put memorable moments. So I will do my best to list my top three since i could never sift thru this entire crazy adventure and pick just one <3
The first time Valentine cast revivify! We had just levelled up, I had just learned the spell, and I had just bought diamonds prior to us going to the Cassalanter ball (kinda spoilers for dragonheist ahead). So some cult nonsense starts goin down in the basement, we jump in (to the soundtrack of ballroom blitz) and we’re holding our own, kicking ass, but then victorio casts power word kill to instantly kill Hawkwood (artificer half-elf) and it was our first PC death and we were kinda freaking out.
It was a big character moment for a lot of our party bcus it was one of the highest stake things that had happened thus far. Lucien ripped out victorios throat (lucien is a drow werewolf) despite his hesitation over it (past trauma with being used as a weapon and monster) and valentine realized that ‘holy shit. I care about these people more than I care to admit. What a scary thought.” and then flew over to revive him. The imagery was just very cool and pretty to imagine, with high arches and valentine’s aasimar wings and eyes glowing white gold, holding hawkwood to them as the diamond shatters and the pieces rise in the air and he wakes up! I actually drew this a long time ago here
Another moment that had us losing our MINDS (one of us literally) was we were facing down Yandathul, a mindflayer (i think he’s an Ulitharid) who 3 party members have personal beef with (he experimented on our drow twins, disguised as a drow himself) (he ate nick’s uncle’s brain in front of him. Nick is a Githyanki. He has beef w mindflayers on sight anyways) Also we’d just found the corpse of a Draegloth, another experiment and our ally at the time that he had killed.
So basically we were fighting this guy, and he fuckin….Subdues nick and then eats gothi’s (our dwarf paladin, a newer addition to the party) brain in front of him. Then he casts planeshift, and as we’re all about to get sent to fuckin WHO knows where, we could all land anywhere, not even together, nick-you know how you need to hit the right tune/frequency to travel to a different plane in dnd or something?-Well he screams for us all to grab his hands as planeshft is cast and he screams out the note that’s gonna make sure we all go TOGETHER AT LEAST to the astral sea, where he’s from It was just so intense and insane and emotional bcus nick was doing a scream of fury and grief and frustration but also doing bard stuff to keep us all safe. And it came after a PC death, and we rlly all almost got yeeted to separate corners of the universe. So we all just. Floated in the astral sea for a bit. With a corpse Valentine (my pc, cleric) couldnt revivify bcus his brain got eaten. I think it was our wildest moment. It stands out a lot because we lost. weirdly enough, the final countdown is a song that syncs up w this moment super well.
God anon im sorry to wax poetic theres soooo much more and obvi im biased to valentine’s moments but genuinely, i think my favourite moment was:
Nick slapping his abusive and terrible father on the deck of their warship in front of his crew. I gasped Out Loud in person it was So good i was shocked. It slapped. And so did nick. Lol
#asks#THIS IS LONG SRRY ITS A LOOOONG CAMPAIGN AND WE GO HARD W THEMES AND CHARACTER STUFF LOL#dnd#dungeons and dragons
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Ok ok so
Yamori and the boys of ur choice with a dancer s/o that made a whole amazing and rlly hard dance choreography for Them specifically like some kinds of birds do-
Idk I just thought it sounded cool, like 'hey, there's this thing I like doin and I made something about it specially for you' y'kno?
Anygays, have a great cycle of 24 hours:3
Choreographed Dance HCs
Been in a major Naki mood so I’ll do one for him as well as Yamori. :)
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Yamori
He enjoys indulging in your artistic passions.
He goes to all of your recitals and is always there when you need him at practices.
When you told him that you had a surprise for him but that you had to meet him at the studio, he was a little confused.
Once he got there you ushered him to a seat in the front row, in perfect view of the stage.
Noting the flashy but admittedly quite pretty outfit, he understood what you were doing.
The lights dimmed and the curtains pulled back to reveal your silhouette.
Lights soon revealed your form. The outfit you wore shining and reflecting the light.
Your dance was mesmerizing.
Each turn and sway of your body drew him in even more. Your dance was all encompassing to him.
Once you finished, he smiled and clapped.
Stepping down and quickly walking to him, you asked what he thought.
As per usual he was impressed, after you told him it was all for him, he was impressed and honored.
Naki
He loves to watch you dance.
When you dance, his eyes are only on you.
Each step and twist of your feet are like a sacred art form being done right in front of him.
He’s a little embarrassed to admit it but he can’t dance when he first meets you.
He cries when you offer to show him how.
It quickly becomes a very personal thing for the both of you.
There was a week where he just didn’t seem himself so you decided that you’d do something special for him.
You brought him out to the small studio you danced at and had him sit down on a bench.
When you started to dance, his eyes went wide. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your movement spoke to him and he was awestruck.
Then you offered him a hand.
As he took it, you pulled him into yourself and kept dancing.
He was crying happy tears. He just couldn’t help it.
He leaned into you and wept silently. This means so much to him.
#jason tokyo ghoul#tokyo ghoul fluff#tokyo ghoul headcanon#yakumo oomori#yakumo oomori x reader#yamori tokyo ghoul#tokyo ghoul naki#naki#naki tokyo ghoul x reader#naki x reader#naki tokyo ghoul#yamori x reader#yamori#yakumo#tokyo ghoul manga#tokyo ghoul anime#tokyo ghoul x reader#tokyo ghoul:re#tokyo ghoul
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uhh our soul fictive, who rarely fronts and never really draws, drew the banner for lags blog. that means something right? and fictive mind drew the icon despite hating line art
OUUUUU,,, THATS ACTUSLLY RLLY COOL WOAOWWA
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continuing HAND & EYE - course trip to Margate HAHSBJAHAHF
YES we did indeed go to margate for a day to help with our visual diaries - i guess a change of scenery (very out of london) would be pretty nice to include in the visual diary… yes it was a nice time 💗
THIS is my visual diary entry from the time i went to margate!! againe, with a focus on transport i drew a bunch of coaches (and made them look like bugs for some reason; the mirrors look like antennae!)
in the panels on the left (drawn with my student id again ofc😁) i drew a few scenes i did actually see there, such as a bunch of rock candy, some scenery and where margate might be (???) on the map!
in margate (with my buddy öz!!) we started the day by kind of becoming familiar with the beachside, trainstation and getting something to eat (the trainstation had some fire sandwiches🙏🏾)
during this time we also discussed what sites we wanted to visit out of the ones recommended, and did our visual diary entries; just some quick observational stuff - i added onto mine later in london
after a little exploring (getting lost a bit😁) the first site we visited was the Carl Freedman Gallery for it's limited time To Be Held exhibit.
so erm. this exhibit made me a little bit emotional HAHA... i dont think i had any expectations for it, but what was inside was sort of an exploration of bonds and intimacy between people, culture and the artists own identities, from a black perspective.
the two pieces above were some of my favourites:
left; my brother used to tell me "Scary Spice is the gorgeous one" by Mabintou Madjie - i was very drawn to the colours and composition of this painting when i first saw it; the warmth of the pink is just so..... man💔 and the way the children are posed really feels like something directly out of a family photograph... just looking at this made me feel nostalgic. the title of the piece also reminded me of a similar discussion me and my sister had about the Spice Girls when i was small. Scary Spice is our favourite too.
right; My Body & My Labour by Mario Moore - okay so this one was not as emotionally loaded for me🤣, but i was super captivated by the detailing on the model's skin and on his jacket. these are the types of paintings which you think are photos until you look closer. honestly so amazing...
the third piece that i was especially moved by in this exhibit was the roughly 8 minute long spoken word/performance piece by julianknxx - Black Room. this piece explored the connection between brutalism and black bodies, and i found it to be super thought provoking. from the themes of brutalist architecture acting as the blocks that so many of the countries black people are living in, and how this connects to our treatment throughout history up until today.
the next site to visit was the Margate Grotto!! a literal capsule back in time to like.... way back like WAY back. the grotto itself being a channel of underground tunnels ornately decorated in millions of seashells!! no one knows how the tunnels were made or why they were decorated like this but it was very beautiful to see something so intricate and well preserved something very ethereal down there i think !! 🫶🏾
to sum it up, margate was rlly nice and i felt like this was a super cool way to provide inspiration for our visual diaries.
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Metalhead curly headcannons pls
(+ purly)
OMG YES OF COURSE!!!!!
now i am no scholar when it comes to metalheads so pls do not hate me if i say something wrong that doesn’t go w metalheads im trying my best here🙏🏽
right off the bat i’m gonna say that whenever curly picks pony up w her car and pony opens the door, u can hear the speakers absolutely fucking BOOMING but curly turns it down for the sake of pony and just pats the passenger seat all calmly just smiling like “:D”
also this has nothing to do w them being a metal head it’s more of curly being,,,,,well curly but i feel like they would have a plastic skeleton just,,,,in the back seat,,,,buckled in,,,,
ANYWHO curly was rlly only introduced to heavy metal bc his dad was into it kinda, like he would play music from heavy metal bands and that’s how he got into it, fun fact: tim was and still is kinda into it but not rlly, at least not as much as curly, and yknow what????fuck it maybe angela’s a lil into it too
like their dad would b blasting metal music in the car and they were just there in the backseat vibing to it
the subgenres curlys mostly into is black metal and death metal, maybe also thrash metal and power metal?????idk but YEA
OHOH OKOK i feel like curly is rlly into metal music bc she feels like her anger is matched w the music and so she can do what she has to do and process it better👍🏽
favorite bands are slipknot, metallica, omen, attacker, and paradox
he has posters of the bands/albums he likes on his bedroom wall (pony actually drew some of them for him as a lil gift :D)
as a joke, curly started playing ‘i c//m blood” by cannibal corpse and pony was absolutely alright w that, not up his alley but that’s ok it’s just a song, but then he really started listening to it and by golly was he never the same again, dw yall he’s livin
honestly pony and curly don’t have the same music taste like at all, but they don’t mind listening to the others music from time to time
curly designs his own jacket n what not, and pony helps from time to time trying to find patches n pins n what not for curly to put on it :)
ppl r like really scared of curly bc of the way they dress and to b fair he is a lil standoffish but that’s just bc they’re them, like if ur cool enough they’ll talk to u but not bc they think their better bc they’re a metalhead that’s just bc they’re like that LMAOOOOOO
curly brings pony to concerts as dates 🤭🤭
knows how to play the guitar and candy and WILL play it for pony sometimes stfu it’s canon now
does not CARE if it’s hot out she WILL keep on the leather JACKET, gets like a million “aren’t u hot in that” comments in one day
sometimes when pony and curly go out pony literally has to BEG curly to not go outside w it cause it’s gonna b like 90 degrees
eyeliner abilities r absolutely fucking insane omg
like even angela asks for help w hers
everyone thinks curly goes absolutely insane listening to metal but honestly he’s pretty chill, he’s literally just,,,,,wiggling around, if he’s sitting he has a lil smile and is swaying side to side
if curly had a dollar for everytime he was called goth, emo, and or a devil worshipper he’d b rich
honestly, pony was called a devil worshipper ONCE bc he bought this inverted cross and pentagram necklace for curly as a gift and he just had to rock w it
but curly enjoyed the gift so doesn’t matter 🫶🏽🫶🏽
curly had rlly cool graphic t-shirts that’s honestly all i wanted to say
sometimes pony and curly go to music stores to check for albums, half the time pony shows curly albums that aren’t rlly metal music, but he’s trying his best and yknow what, that’s all that matters
alrighty that’s all i got but it was a fun ask to answer so if u got any other ask i’m on it g🙏🏽🙏🏽
#curly shepard#ponyboy curtis#purly#tim shepard#angela shepard#the outsiders headcanons#the outsiders hcs
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TH THE ASK GAME!!!
6. Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you? (or maybe any media; comics/animation/song/yehh if youre not too big on tv/webisodes!!)
13. How was your birthday this year?
25. Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one
:DD
YIPPEEE THANKSYOUS FOR ASKING!!!!
6. Havent watched any new shows this year :P BUT Lately ive been really liking music!!1 Like certain bands and Songs and stuff (a thing ive been picking up from my sister!!!), ehich is something i was never into so that has really pulled my year together :3 ((i rlly like the wrecks and, underscores, animal book and depeche mode!!!!)) i think the song that defines my year most would be "We all fall down" by Animal book!
13. REALLY GOOD BDAY!!!! My friends drew me a really cool drawing of our silly cryptid clown ocs and its my homescreen on my phone!!!!! ((outside of that it was pretty bad xD irl was INSANE but it tells for a good story!!!)
25. SO MANY CHARACTERS!!! a little list of all the crazy little critters ive revamped and ones ive made with friends!
TGWDLM, evil ponysona, spidersona au, minecraft au, cryptid clowns, mersona, and Worst witches!!
Right now me and some irl friends really liked the trolls movie, so we made some trolls sonas to doodle and its super fun!! I named him zapato, cuz he has shoelaces holding his hair up, and wears rollerblades :333
((my friend is even planning a sort if get together with friends so i think its really funny that making a trolls character just saved my social life irl after like 5 years xDD))
:D
#SORRYTHOS IS SOLONG#butomg yippeeeee!!!#jerrsterrr jests#Ask j#Fanboying#HEHFJEJ ilvoe Fanboying onmu fanboy blog#alsosorrythi is like a lotimonmyphone rn andim :3
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for the character asks HITS YOU WITH MY ANEMONE BEAM ‼️‼️‼️‼️
AHHH NEM BEAM!!! THE NEM BEAM!!!! AHHH
favorite thing about them
honestly i love her whole character!!! nem might even be my fave iwatex character.. i love her design (her big big hair and the big switch between her teen self to a helios soldier and her star freckles) and i love her attitude !! and i love that she always, always turns to the helios, its such a cool thing - it sucks for her, but like, thematically its awesome.. i love her growth and i love her soo much.
but . to be totally honest. i love her big hair. its awesome
least favorite thing about them
unsure.. it sucks she always turns to the helios and becomes a soldier, but thats !! cool thematically !! mm. not silly enough
favorite line
I FORGOR !! ANY OF HER LINES... i rlly like the scene where you save her from the 'dog' though!!! i love that shes still got it in her to cry. after going through so much, kom dying, dating vace, being a soldier, she still has it in her to cry for sol when they get seriously wounded, might die. its rlly neat.
ohh i also like it when she runs up to koms dead body 👍and cries and wails. OH i also love her rightful insistance that her scales are cool and how she wants cool scars... and i also love her event where you get matching tattoos!!!! i love her whole get-better arc...
brOTP
VIC 👍👍👍VICTORY MY GOOD FRIEND VICTORY!!! they'd get along i think.. vics like. lived their whole life (well, until they land) with the helios !! i think they'd get along:) enemies to friends i think maybe bc vic could be mean
OTP
oh mannn.. who knows ?!? (forgets everything about exocolonist ever) ... mm .. uhh . .. umm .. synth x nem is cute but not a true pair .. umm . uhh .. umm.. sol i suppose!! idk 👍👍
nOTP
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random headcanon
like every fave character of mine shes on the aro spectrum 💪💪💪aroace maybe even. who knowx... i dont rlly have any like. thoughts on how or where on the spectrum she'd fall.
wait ok this lets me talk about an interesting iwatex thing to me
like !! so, they have information on earth - i love iwatex worldbuilding btw - but not everyone is all that interested in it. like, sol doesnt study up on it, anemone (iirc) finds learning about it lame and stuff, you know? its like, theres cool stuff in thsi world (like, past civilisations) that i dont learn about !! you know? like umm . i find it all cool!! awesome!!! but its like. lik.e. gouhh. ok onto my point.
can you imagine like, the new gender and sexuality and who knows what spectrums they made on vertumna? theyre making whole new genders there!!! how many of queer words and stuff did they take with them?? you know !! how much remained !! i dont know . anemone probs wouldnt know the words to describe her sexuality in words we know, right?? if she was aro . but she'd still be it to me !! or maybe something else? like. goddd man. theyre making whole new genders and sexualities on vertumna.
shes also TRANS of course.dont ask me how. and lesbianl.and everything ever. shes QUEER she doesnt know the words!! shes just queer dude shes just queerrrr
unpopular opinion
i dont know what the popular opinions surrounding nem are:( uukkmm... :(( sorry
song i associate with them
OH DUDE i was just thinking about how this song
youtube
is nemcore the other day!!! almost messaged you about it.. almost drew redrew some parts of this as her.. the songs about shutting out grief, that its just something you have to accept, nothing you can do about it, people will die and youre stupid for being sad about it. when the helios arrive and the vertumna celebration happens, nem says "we should be grieving, not celebrating", give or take..
so i think this is a very. post helios arrival nem. when they teach her to fight about it n stuff.
"something about this doesn't seem okay/i hear my voice as if its really far away/my shadow darkens under the sun" "i'm ready to be blinded by the breaking day/you'd think by now the chains come undone, but i'm afraid of breaking into a run" "i chose to shut my eyes, you (vace) chose to bare your teeth"
but nem doesnt have such a "whats the point in pushing back against the mill that grinds the world to dust" mindset, does she? shes fighty. she believes shes on the right side of things.WAIT I KNOW!!! I KNOW A SONG!!!
youtube
maybe??? oughhh man youre getting a BIG POST... if anyhting this is a solcore song. to me. ive wanted to send it to u for some time but i was scawed youd think im cringe .. like a LOSER!!! its SWAG its a COOL SONG and i LIKE IT
favorite picture of them
i love this one. shes happy. its def post her breakup with vace. shes HAPPY shes HANGING OUT shes AUNT NEM!!! sjes SILLY!!! shes HAPPY i want the best for her
i think nemmie is my fave exo character hehe...
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𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓; 𝐃.𝐌.
a/n: i feel like i haven’t written for draco in so long, missed it tbh. so enjoy this and thanks to the loml eli for proof reading some of this <3 so half of this fic is not proofread!! (also i rlly wanted to use this gif for morning sex with fred so if u see me use this gif twice that’s why lol)
summary: gryffindor!reader makes draco cum in potions class and he fucks her in a quidditch cupboard to teach her some manners.
request: yes | | no
wc: 2k (2045)
warning(s): cnc, dom!draco, switch!reader, degrading, praising, use of pet names, dumbification, cum play, fingering, oral sex (male receiving) and ofc ur good old filthy smut. OH and snape slander LMFAOOOOO—
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you and draco were sat in the back of the potions class. snape was up doing his boring old lecture that you have all heard since the first year and it usually went like, “harry potter this,” “harry potter that,” “harry potter!”
professor snape, we get it lily chose james over you so you decided to bully her child who she had with another man. cool.
you rolled your eyes in annoyance, it was so repetitive. with a sigh you placed your head onto draco’s shoulder. he took a deep breath in feeling you so close to him. you put your hand in his, they enveloped yours, his hands were huge compared to yours.
“you tired, pretty thing?” he cooed down at you.
“no, just fucking bored.”
“watch your language, do i need to teach you manners again?”
“fuck off.”
“i’d rather fuck you, darling.” he replied with a coy smirk displayed on his pink lips.
you lifted your head off of him, placed your elbow onto the hard wooden table and then rested your head on your hand. completely ignoring him.
even with you not acknowledging his existence, he admired you from the side, his eyes scanning from your hair, face, neck,,, chest,,, thighs. a tent began to build up in his pants and it was all from just looking at you. the power you held over the boy was inevitable. every little thing you did drew himself in even more and more. they said that he’s shallow, but he was only falling deeper. deeper for you, in love and in you.
noticing his lingering stares you snapped your head to him, “what is it draco? is there something on my face?”
“no, but i’m sure you would love something on your face.”
“what do you mean?” you said dumbfounded, what was this boy talking about?
oh you would realize later.
draco had— has been craving for you all fucking day. seeing you walk around school in that short ass skirt, your tits being revealed from the two unbuttoned buttons on your shirt. your black, red and orange gryffindor tie loosely wrapped around your neck. oh, how it wrapped around your pretty throat, he wanted to see what else could wrap around it. perhaps his hand?
“you know what i mean, slut.” his dark whisper lewd from his lips, transferring to your ear. chills went down your spine, you pinched your lips together, biting down onto your bottom lip. you squeezed your eyes shut, you squeezed everything shut. peeling your eyes open, a smirk laced your lips.
“oh yeah? do i though, sir?” you pouted, hands trailing lower and lower to his trousers. each breath he took only showed you how vulnerable he was.
he wanted to bury his cock inside you, make you scream and cry, all until you couldn’t take it anymore, his hot cum filled up in your pretty cunt.
tilting your head to the side, you decided to play the innocent card but your actions told different. your hand unzipped his fly, you slipped your finger into his boxers, feeling how painfully hard he was. his hip instantly jerked up feeling you wrap your warm hands around it. “so needy, little bitch.” you said shamelessly.
“shut the fuck up, i’ll have you on your knees for me right now.” he groaned, eyes punched shut.
“then why aren’t i on my knees right now? too much of a pussy aren’t you?”
that was it.
he instantly removed your hand away from his cock and shoved you down onto your knees. they dug into the cold floor, you hissed in pain.
“a fucking gryffindor, you. saying shit that you don’t even mean, with all that damn pride. what are you gonna do, huh?”
your eyes immediately shot to his, hands trailing around his crotch, teasing him.
he asked for this.
taking his cock into your hand again, you toyed around, licking the tip. then you took him whole. his tip brushed the back of your throat, his head fell back with a groan from him and he tried so hard to hide it. you pulled away, he didn’t deserve your mouth. he would take your hand and be fucking grateful, if he wasnt, you don’t want to know.
he’s draco malfoy for god's sake the most spoiled bitch to live, of course he wanted more than your hand. but this is all he was getting for now.
your hand worked fast, pumping him, he bit his lip trying to cover up his moans. your other hand played with his balls, massaging them, bringing him closer to his high.
the entire class couldn’t care any less about what you two were doing, and as for professor snape he was too busy giving out instructions for the next potion you guys are going to do in class. or so you thought.
“ms. y/l/n! mr. malfoy! what are you two doing over there?” he boomed, his monotone bouncing off the walls. draco and your blood ran cold for a moment, out of fear, but you couldn’t stop. this was exhilarating.
“i- we- i dropped my quil!” draco stuttered, struggling to get words out as his cum decorated his pants.
wanting him to struggle even more, you took his cock in your mouth. humming against him, causing a wave of pleasure coursing through his body.
you couldn’t get any out because you had a mouth full of his cock.
innocent card.
pulling away from the blondes private, you sweetly said, “nothing, professor. just helping mr. malfoy out.” and smiled getting back into your seat with compelling eyes. your hands immediately crawled back to his crotch, pumping it again.
with a nod, snape swiftly turned away ignoring you two again.
draco looked at you, astonished.
“pick your jaw back up pretty boy, don’t want to catch flies do you?”
he slowly closed his mouth, but his eyes showed it all. he craved for more, he was starving, and only you could provide him with his needs. he picked his jaw back off, a sneer on his lips.
“what’s wrong baby? want more, don't you?”
“shut the fuck up y/n, lets just do this damn potion.”
“and all along i thought you wanted to do me,” you laughed, his blood boiled. he absolutely wanted to destroy you. He wanted to see that cock drunk look in your eyes as his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, like a whore. the more you spoke, the more he wished he could stick his cock down your throat to shut you the fuck up.
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“so what are we making again?” you yawned, draco’s eyes averted to you with an eye roll. he was still so fucking hard, it was painful honestly.
“poly juice potion, idiot.”
“yeah, yeah i knew that already,” you threw him a sarcastic smile over your shoulder.
“and doesn't that take forever to make?”
“yeah it does, you have to have patience.” he deadpanned.
“oh- well, i'm sorry to break it to you draco, but i don't think you of all people should be making this. you see, you aren't exactly the most patient person.”
“why’re you being such a brat today, huh? you want me to fuck y’pretty brain out or what?” he mumbled darkly into your ear, so that only the two of you could hear.
your breath got caught in your throat for a moment, “‘s not me who’s being a brat, you are!”
“looks like i need to teach you manners the dirty way agai— you like that don’t you?”
“you like being treated like a cockslut, a filthy whore.”
“n-no,” a shy whisper left your lips.
“what’s wrong m’love? too flustered to talk back now?”
you stayed silent. but another word was about to find its way out from your mouth that couldn’t seem to shut up no matter what, that was until the bell rang.
quickly you packed up your things and raced out of the room. so quick that you didn’t even notice a certain blonde trailing right behind you.
taking a swift turn into the corner a hand grabbed you forcefully and pulled you into the quidditch cupboard. a scream threatened to leave you, until that familiar scent of green apples and musk invaded your nose.
your back was pressed against his front, his hard evident poking your ass and one of his hands covered your mouth. his other hand swooped down to your cunt, immediately rubbing your clit, then his hands slid into your panties, pushing them to the side. he slid his digits in your cunt. your eyes rolled back at this newfound pleasure spasming in your core. your wetness trickled down your thighs.
“is this what you wanted bitch?” he growled.
“yes, daddy.” your whimper was muffled against his hand.
“b-but, i want y’cock more!”
“and you said i was the impatient one,” he mocked, his tongue rolled against his cheek.
his fingers thrusted in and out of you harshly, your body shook at the force. each assault to your cunt, powered your need to be filled up.
he unzipped his fly, pulling his cock out and stroking his length. every time you saw it, you were shocked. even if you have seen it over a million times, you could never get over his size. he placed it at your entrance, then sharply pounded into you. a muffled scream of ecstasy left you. his hips clashed against yours, he tugged your hair with his free hand and continued to ruthlessly fuck you.
your skin clapped together, venomous, filthy and demented moans fell from the both of you.
you were so close, that pitt in your stomach was only burning hotter and hotter.
you just needed him to keep going, you gave him those innocent doe eyes, hoping that would keep him going for your own pleasure. and he wasn’t going to fall for them one bit.
“get on your knees,” he demanded, releasing you.
“what—“ you stumbled, you could barely stand.
“i said get on your fucking knees.”
you dropped to your knees, they hit the cold floor but you obeyed him like a needy slut.
he stroked his cock in front of you, teasing.
you looked at it with hunger, you wanted him so bad. you wanted him to destroy you, corrupt you, anything that meant his skin was on yours.
his cocks tip hit his stomach, you gasped at the collision, heart thumping.
he grabbed the side of your face, stroking it and your hair together, trailing his thumb down to your lips. “gonna take m’cock, pretty thing.” then pushed your head down, making you take his damn dick. you gagged following, but went into action bobbing your head up and down.
he tossed his head back, his blonde head of hair met with the back wall. he stroked your hair while you sucked his cock, and you moved your head repeatedly up and down just to hear him praise and degrade you in pleasure.
“that’s it, doll face suck me dry. like a whore.” he groaned.
his tip jabbed at the back of your throat, tears brimmed your eyes but you had to keep going.
his moans, growls and cursed mumbles filled the small space you both were in.
gripping onto your hair, he face fucked you. his hips moving with such speed, making your mascara smear and drip with your tears. he was so close and one odd thrust of his hips could make him fall.
he departed his cock from you and tapped it on your tongue. “look at you, so cock drunk baby.” he humiliated you, stroking his cock.
but this only aroused you.
“mhm,” you nodded in response, tongue sticking out, ready for his cum.
his hand worked around his length, then white ribbons shot out from it, decorating your face and tongue.
“such a mess, who’s gonna clean this all up?” he pouted.
“me— me, i’ll clean it up sir!” you nodded eagerly. pathetic, he thought.
he placed his index and middle finger on your face, scooping his cum off of it and shoved it into your mouth. you sucked his fingers, taking every last drop.
“your manners are back, good girl.”
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RYLEY THIS TOOK A WHILE TO SEND BC I CANT EXPLAIN THINGS-
so may I request a scenario with akutagawa and lingering kisses? where the reader & aku are just so close to sharing a kiss (like, noses touching close) but neither actually do (yet? 👀) bc they’re both afraid of different things (with aku maybe it’s bc he’s in pm + starting a relationship & with reader maybe it’s rejection? your choice rlly) I don’t mind whether they do kiss or not @ the end ^^
I just love how well you write descriptively & how u write emotions 😊 please please please feel free to change it up a lil if you feel the need to. I don’t mind if it’s not aku either, tho I’d prefer it to be a bsd man.
tell me if it doesn’t make sense (T-T )
𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟
akutagawa ryunosuke
genre: scenario ; fluff
warnings: none
word count: 2.2K
a/n: MSJDSN dw sweetheart you explained it perfectly! i love this idea so so much. thank you for your kind words and for also giving me the privilege to write this 💫 praying i got your request right ahhh rlly hope you like this mei <3
The cool evening was aging into an even colder night, contrasting with the way the steamy wisps of smoke drew themselves out in emanation from the cup of hot herbal tea set on the table before him. Ever since you were introduced into his life, he liked sitting in the dining room, but that was only because he was accompanied by you— your presence was always a blessing, and the absence of it was now a curse.
Well, temporary curse actually. He raised his gaze to the clock pinned on the wall ahead of him, eyes assuming a sparkle of what he recently found out to be anticipation— you should be walking through the door to greet him any minute now.
The weather outside was decent, diametrically contrasting the weather from just a few days ago. Typically, Akutagawa disliked reminiscence— it was just a gateway to hell; it just reminded him that not every moment he'd long to cling onto for the rest of his life could stay in his possession forever, even though moments as such were rare for a boy like him.
But since that day, he figured that if he had a good memory to recall, there'd be more where that came from. There had to be, right? It wasn't sheer hopefulness— he knew better than to depend on such a flimsy concept. However, staying connected to a source of hope seemed to be a little more promising than hoping on something his eyes couldn't quite visualise even with the sharpest of imaginations, something his fingertips couldn't quite grasp onto since blind optimism didn't really offer anything tactile.
He couldn't dismiss the satisfaction his torpefied soul reaped from your company any longer, especially ever since you had started making him feel things he never knew he was capable of feeling. Whether it was your presence which gave him a type of solace that got him through sleepless nights, or the beamy smile you flashed at him whenever you caught him staring at you absentmindedly, Akutagawa knew this was right where he wanted to be.
It took him one specific stranger he had bumped into at the local coffeeshop to realise that the part of him he kept most concealed was the part of him still alive.
So there he was, seated alone with his thoughts, finally allowing himself to reacquaint his mind with thoughts of the past— specifically, a few months ago. Thinking about that specific night constituted to the unfurling of colourful memories like paint-filled dynamite on the canvass of his mind. Nothing really magical per se— just... very, very unorthodox for someone who didn't know the difference between approval that was garnered from blood, sweat, and tears, and kindness that was entitled to every human being.
It was raining fiercely. Thunderous clouds exchanged streaks of light with each other to exhibit an overawing view altogether. His gaze was fixed on the angry sky, but his ears took in every word tumbling out of your lips like a golden waterfall.
That's how he interpreted it at least, and it was pretty uncharacteristic of the boy who expertly picked out at anyone's flaw to dampen their value to him. It was sort of a preparatory measure, so that he wouldn't be totally miffed when their flaws suddenly emerged in their raw, ugly forms only to disappoint him.
Not that he let a lot of people stick around long enough to show their true colours though. Even so, as much as he'd hate to admit it, you were an exception.
You sat next to him, wingback chairs providing very little alleviation to your stiffened muscles after a long day. As much as he appreciated the periods of quietude you shared, he liked listening to you. It wasn't one-sided either.
If you spoke about things he had an opinion about, he wouldn't hesitate to cut you off just to insert his views. You never got annoyed when he disagreed with you or started rambling to the brink of losing his point. You were more grateful for the fact that he was actually speaking to you, because for a reclusive person, he sure had a lot more to his personality that anyone would imagine.
"That's really not how it works," he proclaimed with confidence.
"Oh, so you're not supposed to be okay if someone cuts in line to get a cup of coffee? What am I supposed to do? Put up a fight?"
"Sure."
"Akutagawa!"
"You were there first."
"Okay, but what if they were in a hurry?" you asked, sipping on the glass of bourbon in your hands. You couldn't help but smile at how headstrong he was about such a simple thing.
"It's not your problem if they're irresponsibly tardy."
"Yeah, but a kind act goes a long way," you sneered.
He scoffed.
"You're just giving them an excuse to continue being the scatterbrained scum that they are," he reasoned, harsh words said in such a calm tone.
"Scatterbrained scum, huh?" you glanced at his direction, shaking your head with an amused grin on your face. "That's a... strong term."
"Am I wrong?" he asked, meeting your gaze with a shrewd expression, as if he had already won the 'debate.'
You laughed. He frowned.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing," you grinned sweetly. "I was in the middle of telling you about this crazy thing that happened this morning but you seemed more concerned with the 'scatterbrained scum' that came in my way."
"Well, someone had to point it out."
You shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose, soft chortles escaping your lips with ease. His lips quirked into what would easily qualify as a smile— that is, if he tried hard enough.
"Nice sense of humour you've got there," you commented (sarcastically), eyes meeting his, which were already hung up on the features of your face— accentuated in divinity he hoped his presence would never ever demoralise. God, what made you so different? What made you so special? What did you have that he didn't?
"I wasn't joking," he replied flatly. You shook your head, rolling your eyes in dismissal.
"Alright, tough guy, let's switch topics before you plot a murder," you murmured with blithe. "I've got an interesting question for you actually."
"Go on." He wished he were better at reading signs, because he didn't know whether to expect the worst or the best out of your mouth.
"What are the likes of a person like me ending up next to a person like you?"
Hm. Unimaginable. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "Unlikely, I suppose. Why do you ask?"
You took a while to respond, tapping the tip of your index finger on the corner of the armrest. "Unlikely how?"
He shrugged, eyes shying away from your piercing gaze. "I'm probably the type of person people tell you to stay away from."
You giggled lightly, earning a careful glance from him. "I wouldn't even if they told me to."
His expression lit up. Odd to think that that was the kindest statement his marred ears had ever heard.
"What? Why do you look so surprised?" you prompted, placing your glass on the coffee table next to you so you could face him, arms crossed, resting themselves on the armrest separating the two of you.
"Never heard something like that before," he muttered under his breath, eyes fixated on the way his fingers were picking at each other mindlessly. Your hand travelled to touch his cheek, reluctantly, because you didn't want to scare him. It was kind of like when you lured that wounded kitten into your grasp to treat the wound on its tiny leg and feed it bits of your food— slowly, carefully, all to win its trust so that it could be taken care of.
His face retreated from your touch by half a centimetre, but every bone in his body told him to hold still.
"Do you trust me?" You could feel your guts twist in dread as you waited for an answer you weren't sure if you were ready to hear or not. This wasn't planned— getting so close to the unsmiling guy you almost spilled coffee on a few weeks ago. None of it was. None of it was meant to be planned anyway, because if it were, you wouldn't be next to him right now. Initiating all this was just a leap of faith every strand of logic integrated in your mind was protesting against. So many things could go wrong if you left your heart in the hands of the boy who didn't know what else to do with his own.
Guess you'd never know until you actually did something about these feelings— the blossoming wildflowers crawling their way around your heart like parasitic weeds.
His eyes met yours in a type of finality you were starstruck by, as if all his ambition had finally come into full view. "I trust you."
Inching in closer, you could feel his breath hitch upon feeling the tip of your nose brush against his. Before doing anything rash, an exasperated breath of amusement departed your lips as you tipped your forehead forward to rest on his.
"Doesn't really seem like you do," you smiled, pulling away slightly to softly nudge his chin upward, just so he could keep his eyes— the honest, vulnerable ones— in your sight. He could trust you. He really wanted to. But part of him didn't want to believe you; part of him knew that something would go wrong, that something would drive you away, that something would eventually betray the amount of promise you had gracing your tone.
Still, the other part of him, the part of him persuading his lips to meet yours this very instant, knew that there was a slim chance of maybe: maybe you wouldn't leave him, maybe you'd stick around despite his past, his mistakes, and his shortcomings.
He was willing, but honestly, were you?
"Ryuu?" you whispered inquisitively. "Do you trust me?"
The question was starting to get annoyingly repetitive— of course he did. What was stopping him? What kept him from taking the path he never knew was even traversable for a hardened mafioso like him? This was a mistake. How could someone like him even dare to stand next to the likes of you?
"I do," he nodded, a sheet of thoughtfulness glazing over his dark eyes. "But I wished we weren't so different."
"Different?"
"I'm not someone you deserve."
You tilted your head.
"How do you know what I deserve?" you asked timidly, not really expecting a clear-cut answer.
Having expected a different response altogether, his eyes widened slightly.
"The blood under our skins— it's the same colour, correct?"
He nodded.
"You and I— we're both human beings, nothing more, nothing less, yes?"
He nodded, rather cluelessly actually, even though he knew exactly where you were going with this; he knew why you were throwing figures of rhetoric right at his face during such a dire moment. He was iron-willed, but by now, he understood that you were, too.
He gulped down an argument of resistance. No— he wasn't going to skip this chance. Just once, just this one time, he wasn't going to deprive himself of something he inherently wanted.
Your thumb traced soft circles on the side of his neck; your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his lips barely touch yours. To pull back or to keep going; this wasn't supposed to be this confusing. Is this what you wanted? Is this what he wanted? God, if there was a switch to turn off all the perturbing thoughts streaming through your heads like relentless swarms of dust moths, the two of you would flick it down simultaneously.
Candy-flavoured electricity crackled at the feel of his quiet breath tickling your nose. Your half-lidded eyes sparkled; his heart skipped a beat, maybe two. That was enough to incite the pressing of your lips against his with delicate will and want, your fingers wrapping themselves around the back of his neck with gentle desperation and zest.
There wasn't anything left to be afraid of, so he leaned in to kiss you back, cold hands placing themselves upon both your cheeks in a featherlike manner, as if he were scared of hurting you. His heartbeats were louder than the dubious whispers of his common sense. He couldn't really think straight, and part of him didn't really want to either.
Lightning flashed throughout the room, framing this very moment, packing it into a sacred box the two of you ultimately tied in between your hearts.
And as months withered away, Akutagawa always thought about the divergent ways his life would've continued from that day if he hadn't kissed you back. Out of all possibilities, that kiss was one in a million. And out of all the people you picked to give that kiss to, you picked him.
He still couldn't figure out how he had gotten so lucky. He wondered if he ever would.
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kinktober - day eighteen
ushijima wakatoshi - overstimulated
kinktober faq
kinktober prompt list
NSFW warning featuring: overstimulation (in the emotional and sexual sense), vaginal unprotected sex, cunnilingus, slight body worship, words and phrasing like “slut” and “cockwhore,” rlly desperate/needy reader
other tags: soft ushijma, probably ooc ushijima, established relationship, sweet talk and compliments, lots of “i love you’s,” poor and very fast pacing lol
fem reader
word count: 2762
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“You know I think you’re perfect, right?”
Seconds of silence passed - you kept time with the beats of your heart, and Wakatoshi seemed to do the same as he tapped a synced rhythm against your leg. Was it really beating that loud?
You never knew how to reply when he said things like that to you, and seeing him sitting between your legs, towering over you only made finding words harder. You could only mumble his name, avoiding his stark gaze that’d been stuck on your face, trying not to feel so embarrassed because of your boyfriend’s out of place words.
He pulled your leg up to his shoulder by wrapping a hand around your ankle, and he was careful to keep watching you as his lips pressed to your calf. He was smirking, happy with himself and the way he’d gotten under your skin. He knew you weren’t used to words of affirmation - he wasn’t used to saying them, either, but any embarrassment he felt was completely weighed out by yours.
And there was something he liked about that.
“I love you.”
“Toshi,” you whined.
“I do,” he said, kissing up the inside of your leg. “Won’t you say it back?”
“No,” you huffed, “you’re teasing,” and his fingers curled under your knee to make you laugh, “quit! That tickles, stop!”
He laughed with you, a deep sound coming from his chest, and only let up because you’d gotten dangerously close to kicking him in the head.
His kisses had made it to your inner thigh, now, and they were slow and feather light.
“I’m not teasing,” he said with a raised brow. “I just want you to know that I love you - is there something wrong with that?”
He started kissing your other thigh, mumbled words into your skin, “You’re so perfect,” before giving in to your strained breaths and pleading whimpers by trailing his kisses up to the apex of your legs. “So beautiful.”
If this were any other man, you would have been sure that these words were nothing more than lip service - sweet talk laced with insincerity, just to get you into the giving mood.
But this was Wakatoshi - your Wakatoshi who, some nights, says less than five words from start to finish. Some nights, he asks you to pour your heart out to him. And some nights, he’s the one mumbling words that he pulls out of his heart and crafts into sentences he deems as worthy for you to hear. Wakatoshi wouldn’t say something he didn’t mean - especially not to you.
But, that’s what made it harder to hear. You could bare yourself in front of him, pull his body into yours, beg him for your deepest desires, yet, Wakatoshi being honest and vocal about his love for you is what crossed your line of vulnerability.
That’s what left you in a puddle underneath him, and you loved this side of him more than you’d ever admit.
It was all soft, the way he lapped his tongue into you, the circles he was rubbing into your hip, the look in his hooded eyes pointed up at you. A slow burn, melting you gently, coaxing you into relaxing for him.
“You still won’t say it back?”
Nimble fingers spread you open, and cool air blew from his pursed lips against your soaked skin, and it left you with a type of uncomfort you wanted more of - you’d chase it, and he’d hold your hips down.
He was rubbing those three words out of you with his thumb on your clit, watching as your back arched for him and your mouth fell open with no regard for the sounds that fell out of it.
And he loved your every sigh and whimper and whine, but he wanted to hear something else more. All it took was two slow fingers tucked into you, curling into just the right spot for him to hear it: “Love you, Toshi, so much, I - oh - I love you so much.”
You missed the smirk that grew on his face, the way his ears turned red and the chuckle that left his chest. If you could stop squeezing your eyes shut you would have caught the way he was looking at you like you’d just gifted him all the stars in the sky, but you were sure if you opened your eyes the daze you were in would fade away.
Wakatoshi couldn’t take it anymore - the more he watched your pretty face, the more he wanted to kiss you and love you and fuck you, and as much as he hated to abandon the home he’d built between your legs, he had to give in to what he needed.
As soon as you felt his fingers slip out of you, you felt his lips on yours, but his kiss did nothing to stifle the cry that wailed from your throat. It was like he’d just left you out in the open, built you up to nothing, left you empty and needing only him to quell your desire. He’d shown you your deepest needs and then said you can’t have them, and you didn’t know what to do other than beg him for it.
This clingy impatience was rare, and he never meant to work you up like this, but he loved your teary eyes and pouty lips, he loved knowing just how much you needed him.
“Need you,” he said, quiet, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear - as if anyone else was around. He had to swallow hard just so he could get another measly sentence out, “I need you so much.”
You tightened your legs around him and drew him in, as if the fabric of his shorts wasn’t in between you, and you felt every inch of how much he wanted you pressed right against you.
Both of you needed to hurry this up, and he tugged his shorts off as if this was a timed event. Usually calm and collected, well put together Wakatoshi was the complete opposite now, completely unravelling at the thought of having to wait even another second to be inside you.
And with you pulling him in, being so eager and inviting, it would hardly take that long. A hiss from him and a cry from you sounded in the air and resonated through the room as he sunk into you.
“You’re always… so tight, fuck - so perfect for me.”
He didn’t give you a slow start this time, not even a moment to adjust before he was pounding into your heat at a full force. And it shouldn’t have felt so good right from the start, but it was like there was just something in the air, something that heightened your senses and made you feel lighter.
Even if he was acting frantically, every single movement was still controlled. The thrust of his hips and the kisses he left on your neck and even his breathing, he controlled all of it. He didn’t seem half as desperate as you did, even though he felt moreso.
You knew you would cum sooner rather than later - he had built you up for it, afterall, but you suspected he’d be quick to follow. You surely didn’t think he’d be rubbing your clit and sending you towards a second orgasm before he even acknowledged your first, before two minutes had even passed, before your legs were finished quivering underneath him.
You were absolutely screaming his name and Wakatoshi was smiling through it, a self satisfied grin that gave away any and all pride he was feeling in the moment.
“What’s got you so worked up, hm?” he asked, slowing down as if he needed to break and catch his breath - even though he very obviously didn’t. He was toying with you, running a thumb along your jaw and tilting your head back to meet his eyes, “What’s gotten into you, love?”
You weren’t sure what exactly was swimming around in his eyes - some mixture of sadism and pride - as his pace sped up again.
Maybe it was all the praise he’d thrown your way before that had your senses dialed up, or maybe it was because you’d gone over a week without doing this with him - you weren’t sure. It was all combined with the way he was serving you, that’s what really sent you flying.
With all of his resolve, you weren’t sure how long he was going to be pounding you like this, lasting through every orgasm he forced from you with ease, and you didn’t know how long you could handle it.
You cried out his name and he knew, with the cracks in your voice and the tightening of your walls around his cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head because this is exactly how he likes it. Struggling to pull out of you because you’re squeezing him so damn tight, wiping away your tears as he abuses that same oversensitive spot again and again with the tip of his cock, reaching as deep inside of you as he possibly could because of how much he was forcing his thrusts - this is exactly what he needs, it’s exactly what all that build up was for.
“One more,” he said through gritted teeth, raising a hand to slap back down on your ass just to feel you clench. “You’ll cum for me one more time - I’ll cum with you this time, sweetheart, let me have one more from my good girl.”
“I can’t, Toshi - please - fuck -” and his thumb back on your clit completely cut off your ability to finish that sentence.
“But I thought you loved me,” he joked with a cheeky grin, leaning down to rest his forehead against the side of your head. “Too much?”
Despite the soft worry in his tone, he didn’t let up in fucking the life out of you, because he knew what your answer was going to be. If it really was too much, you would have kicked him off of you by now. You wouldn’t be thrusting your hips into his, dripping around his cock and onto the sheets, head thrown back moaning mantras of his name.
“Just don’t stop, Toshi,” and he wondered if you knew he had no plans to. “Don’t stop - just keep, fuck - there, I - I’m -”
“Already? Oh, you’re so sensitive tonight, aren’t you?”
Your petty moans, whiny gasps, unstoppable cries were rare - he’d rejoice when he heard them, like they’d just played his favorite song at the bar, like he’d just heard you explain your love for him for the first time - these sounds were impossibly delightful, and were the only sign you’d give him that you were truly at your limit. You always hated being needy, you never wanted to be so desperate for him that you’d fall over yourself at the mere thought of getting fucked right by him, but Wakatoshi so easily turns you into putty in his hands. He so easily makes you out to be nothing but cock hungry - an in love slut who only wants to cum again, who cries out for him if he so much as acts like he won’t give you what you want.
And it was embarrassing to come out of, finding the tear stains on your cheeks when looking in the mirror and realizing how whiny you had really become for him. But, to Wakatoshi, it was everything he wanted. To strip you down until your essence was nothing but a mere need for pleasure only he’s capable of giving you is one of the few wonders in his life - to boil you down into this desperate cockwhore is the one thing that leaves him seeing stars. There was no feeling that could compare to being needed so badly by someone like you, someone he loves in his deepest core, the person he needs more than anything. It left him thriving. It willed him to keep moving his hips despite the burn in his thighs and the loud creaks of the bed frame. It had him needing you even more, whining into your neck like a dog.
It was all really starting to become too much, now; the burn from being fucked past three orgasms was no longer sickeningly sweet. The only thing keeping you going was your need for him to cum for you, with you, in you - it was all you could think about, and you begged for it.
He lifted his head and looked at you, sweat keeping his hair pressed to his forehead, jaw slack, eyes nearly closed, and you knew he was almost there. He always got so overwhelmed when he was close; he’d grab your hands and hold them into the mattress above your head, gripping your wrists tight. He’d look down and watch your connection in what seemed to be awe, watching the way your body accepted him so eagerly. A moan or two would slip out, curse words and your name all jumbling together to become the soundtrack of your final orgasm of the night.
And it was much less strong than the ones before it - you were too worn out and it barely reached your toes, it didn’t send you into a quivering mess on the sheets or throw you into a whirlwind, and you were glad for it as you watched the sight before you.
Because Wakatoshi was flying, with the prettiest face you’ve ever seen; bottom lip between his teeth and eyes screwed shut, lost in his own world as he pumped into you, his warmth spilling into your whole body as you took everything he had. Getting to see him unraveling like this was a privilege in its own right, and every time you were able to catch it was better than in your dreams.
“Fuck, Toshi, you’re so pretty,” you said, sneaking a hand from his grip to hold his face. Your lips caught his in a lazy, open kiss as he rode it out, savoring every second of this feeling, letting himself get lost in you.
He released his grip on your other hand, his touch sliding down your arm and all down your body until it met your hip as he started kissing you right, still not finished with you. His thrusts had become slower but not yet still, like he wasn’t ready for it to be over.
His hand moved under your thigh to push your leg up against your stomach, bent at the knee, giving him more access to you as he pounded out his final thrusts.
Sucking in his teeth as he finally forced himself to stop, he tried his best to find the words he wanted to say and yet came up quiet. He had so much to tell you - he needed to explain his feelings to you even though he just showed you every part of his heart. But he couldn’t get the words right, so he stayed silent as he severed your connection.
He immediately clung right to you, laying on top of you, every weak joint on his body giving into gravity’s pull.
“You should take a shower,” he said, and you laughed at the casual absurdity of his tone.
“Says you,” you replied, running your hand through his sweat drenched hair to get your point across.
“Should change the sheets, too.”
“You’re supposed to be telling me sweet pillow talk,” you said, “not giving me a to-do list.”
He lifted his head up so he could look at you. “Didn’t we already do the sweet pillow talk?”
“No!” you laughed. “Get off of me, you’re heavy, I’m getting squashed.”
“You’re supposed to be cuddling me back.”
“You aren’t cuddling me, you’re flattening me,” and you slid out from under him just enough so you could breathe again.
He lifted himself up just enough so he could look down at you, and you held his face in both hands and pulled him in.
“I love you,” you told him before a soft kiss.
“I know.”
“Aren’t you going to say it back?”
“You already know,” he replied, laying on his side and tucking you into him, cuddling with you properly this time. Wakatoshi was comfortable and warm and loved, so entirely loved, and it made something swirl around in his chest. His heart skipped a beat just from looking at you. He loved you, and you knew that, but, “I’ll say it as many times as you want me to, though. I love you, too.”
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