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absolute-flaming-trash · 3 days

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I had to deal with this today, so now do all of you.

I've been renovating a house since February, and I was ripping up some of the flooring today.

I could hear skittering beneath the boards. I've paid my dues enough to know when a place is uh

Occupied by Certain Creatures

But then it got me thinking...

Mahito. Mahito who has fun tormenting you by messing around, not just in your attic, but beneath the floorboards and drives you to the point of madness.

Because no matter how many times pest control comes out, they say your house is clean, but yet you can still HEAR the sound of footsteps if you stay still and listen hard enough.

He'd think it's hilarious. Trying to watch you figure out just what it is wrong with your house. If you eventually decided it was haunted, well...

You wouldn't be too far off.

#riri rambles #riri writes #kind of #daydreaming #more like it #Mahito #Mahito x Reader #JJK #He's such a little freak #I adore him

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belphies-hands-around-my-throat · 6 months

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Lucifer, Belphie, Levi NSFW - The Kinks They Discovered With You/Because of You

Hello there, sweets! Happy Halloween!! 🎃

And thank you for deciding to follow this blog lol. I'm honestly kind of surprised with the engagement lol.

This is a bit late but the day has been busy haha. I hope you like my first released NSFW for this blog... And since it's Halloween, I'm not holding back on kinks~~ Sorry, if it's not up to your standards, I am very tired. 🙈

Lucifer - Cockwarming

Well, he was surprised with this because… To put it simply, he never liked mixing pleasure and work. Before you, he would always get annoyed with someone as much as trying to hit on him in a professional setting. But you… You were different. You were there for him, you supported him, and he trusted you. He knew you wouldn't let him fail, and wouldn't get in the way of responsibilities, even if he sometimes wanted you to. Would stay all night doing his work for him, if he felt overwhelmed.

It was your idea. You thought it would be relaxing. Truth be told, he didn't exactly buy it. But he would indulge you, just this once if not again and again if needed.

He would get distracted at first, feeling your warm tight hole around his cock. If he had will any weaker, he would give it up right then and there.

But he had self-control.

He leaned into it, scratching line after line into the paper.

And after a while, he discovered… It really was relaxing in a way. Your presence often had that effect on him but this… Closeness, and intimacy, even when he was otherwise distracted. Somehow… He felt completely calm.

He would lean back in his chair sometimes, push his hips further into your willing mouth, and run his gloved fingers gently through your hair.

It felt good. In a way that was different than sex, or cuddling.

Something in between.

"What a good little pet." He would whisper, unwilling to break the sleepy trance you seemed to find yourself in. "You really knew me better than myself there. Good job."

Belphegor - Dacryphilia

Oh boy. He has a complicated relationship with this one. Here's the thing he always knew about himself - he liked to be somewhere on the "mean in bed" spectrum. He perhaps had more appreciation for tears than he ought to have before. But. You were and remain to be different.

It started for him when he was still stuck in the attic, after meeting you. He would fantasize about his brother's reaction a lot at the time. And your reaction, inadvertently, as well. He imagined how satisfying and thrilling it would be to see the look of betrayal and surprise on your face. And then he started seeing you more and more. It was only natural you appeared in his mind more and more. He wanted to see you crumpled on the floor, looking up at him with pleading eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks. He wanted to tangle his hands in your hair, bring you to his level, and lick them off your face.

Except not really. That would have been gross. You were a human, he would never do anything so dirty.

He wanted, for a second, to be your God and then crush you under his heel.

It was't sexual. Really, it wasn't! So what if he woke up with an aching dick a few times after those dreams. He was just… Excited. It happened. No way he would think of a human in this way. Gross, downright disgusting.

Later though… After his plan had been realized, he found out he was an idiot for punishing you in this way, for something that was never your fault.

Well, it… Still wasn't sexual. Now your tears would make his stomach throb, and he only wanted to wipe them away. Tear apart the person that caused them. They lost their appeal after he was the cause behind them one time too many.

Or so he had thought.

He did not expect the fantasy to come back. He did not expect that him teasing you, looking up at him with a pouting flushed face, tears in your eyes, would make him feel like he was on the highest point of a rollercoaster again.

Truth be told, he felt guilty. Probably not as guilty as he ought to be though (because… He didn't need to crush you, not in the same way. You could be safe, and his, and not really suffer and break for them to flow. And hell, if that happened, he was there to protect you now. You didn't need to bear them alone now.) because he kind of… Indulged.

He would tease you, even if he knew some things would make you terribly shy. Playfully deny you when you wanted to touch him, or just play with his things. Stop at the last moment, when he knew you were just so close to cumming. Overstimulate you on purpose, when he knew you already did.

"So cute." He would breathe against your face, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright, your face caught between his soft and warm hands. "I can never get enough of it. Cry for me, just a bit more…"

Leviathan - Public+Voyuerism? Being a perv lol

Throughout his years on the planet (and various released hentai), Leviathan had a lot of sexual fantasies. Honestly, there wasn't a lot he couldn't find conceptually hot in one way or another… Well, this was it.

It was just… So embarrassing. The mere idea that he could be found out in any way was so utterly mortifying, that he sometimes had trouble with it, even within the context of his own fantasy. Let alone actually trying. He would always find himself embarrassed of PDA, screeching when something had even the tiniest potential of turning him on, turning away from revealing clothes, terrified of being called a pervert…

In retrospect, maybe that's why after all this, he found public to be such a turn-on in reality.

All the repression… Seeing you wear shorter and shorter skirts, lower necklines, coyly flashing him when you noticed him staring, pretending like you didn't notice but not only accepting his perverted gaze but revelling in it… He was never so turned on in his entire life.

The idea that you would see him as this dirty otaku pervert, see him like this and like it… He couldn't get enough of it.

He got a bit brave after a while. Not only staring but subtly brushing his chest against your back, smelling your hair, rubbing his bulge against your ass or thighs just for a moment in the school halls, before he would seriously die on the spot… Pretending like all this was just some freaky accident.

Slowly trailing his finger higher and higher on your leg while waiting in line, beyond titillated with the way your skirt hiked up, and you just stood there, red-faced, and took it.

He once couldn't take it anymore, couldn't stand the thought of getting found out that riled up, and took you to the public bathroom. He covered your face with his large palm, and thrust between your thighs, with your panties lowered just beneath your ass, slowly getting wet with both of your arousal.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" He would frantically chant in your ear, barely louder than a whisper. "Just for a little longer… Just let me for a little longer…"

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didthekingdieyet · 10 months

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i once again changed my icon and header and as such… here are the new IDs of them!

[ID: PFP of this blog. It is a picture of tampon charles, with red X edited onto his eyes and the words “die monarch” to the left side. the text is white with a black background. On the top of this image the disability pride flag, which consists of red, yellow, white, blue, and green stripes running diagonally across a dark grey background, has been placed. It has been made mostly transparent so the image underneath can still be viewed. END ID]

[ID: The header of this blog. Tampon charlie is looking at the camera, smiling, he has had red X edited onto his eyes, pink blush edited onto his cheeks, red devil horns edited onto his forehead, and white cat whiskers edited onto his cheeks. To his left is a white cartoon speech bubble with black text inside reading “Happy Disability Pride Month”. He has also been edited to look as if he is in flames (like the flames of hell). On the top of the image, the disability pride flag (see previous ID to see what that is) has been placed, it is more transparent. END ID]

#new pfp #new header #image id #disability pride month #as a disabled individual #i strive to make this blog accessible.#please #let me know #if i can make anything more accessible #like the individual who asked that i not put the image id in the alt text #done #anyways #not a countdown #disability pride #disability wrath #more like it #anyways remember that monarchs do not respect disabled individuals

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demonfvcked · 10 months

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#more like it # Hotaru no Yomeiri # Oreco Tachibana

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frodo-of-the-nine-fingers · 7 months

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the way that flint (and miranda when she's still alive) is constantly trying to replicate the oringinal flint/thomas/miranda dynamic is just so wild. Like miranda tries to transpose thomas onto pastor lambrick, doesn't work. flint tries to transpose thomas on to eleanor, doesn't work. Miranda dies, flint tries to substitute silver for her (doesn't work) then tries to substitute silver for thomas (really doesn't work). Then they meet madi and she fills the role of thomas pretty well but silver does not fit the role of miranda (still) and flint, maybe most importantly, no longer fits the role of james mcgraw so like!!! it was never going to work, this is the closes he got and STILL it's never enough. anyways, triangles real

#black sails #james flint #john silver #🔺️#triangles man #idk what to tell ya #black sails meta #ish???#triangle rant meta #more like it #you could even squeeze gates and vane in here too #oh broken triangle we're really in it now

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bunnyramen · 10 months

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Aziraphale has this amazing (yet annoying) ability to memorize words he’s read in books and newspapers, basically anything with paper, and Crowley uses it to his advantage.

While getting the daily Newspaper, Crowley has the bright idea to change one of the newspaper headings and contents to the lyrics of “It's the end of the world as we know it”

Aziraphale reads the whole thing, noting how strange the wording and pacing was (Crowley made sure the chorus is only repeated once to lower the chance of suspicion.)

He does this like a week into the the song comes out, and it's not until after Armageddon that Aziraphale hears this song (for the very first time) come on the radio while driving around in the Bentley.

Like half way through absentmindedly singing through it, he remembers that Newspaper from all those years ago and nearly discorporates due to the fact that he had been set up 30 years ago and it only took just now for it to land. Crowley laughed so hard he nearly crashed, and Aziraphale said his second curse word.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #more like it #was this solidly because one of Crowleys favorite songs is this #kinda #lot funnier in my hwad #*head #good omens season two #gos2

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onceandfuturemoron · 1 year

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Merlin and Jack: Be gay, do crime, sacrifice yourself to save the world

#merlin #captain jack harkness #my babiiiiiiies #my poor boy #i want to adopt them #and spoil them #they've been through a lot #bbc merlin #torchwood #incorrect quotes?#correct quotes #more like it #doctor who #bbc doctor who #jack harkness

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dearboopl · 8 months

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Ed is fiiiiine.

#he knows it is not him #trying out things #more like it #🥰#ofmd spoilers #ofmd #our flag means death

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dori-typo-counter · 4 months

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2/4

#more like it

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atinylittlepain · 10 months

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crying in the word doc again

#gin writes a novel #or the novel writes her #more like it #oof

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jesstasticvoyage · 1 year

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Every day I check for any updates on Sam’s upcoming projects or what they might be. Nothing. The only ones I’m sure of are The Bagman (in post-production) and Watch the Skies, which is still filming. I don’t know if Run Away with Me is happening. The announcement was in 2019, but no new information since. Also, will there be a DJaTS tour?!

#sam claflin #I need updates 😭#jess speaks #jess rambles #more like it

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dahtwitchi · 1 year

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checking tumblr is a very efficient writing trick to make more words on your fic

#I rpomise #writing #not writing #more like it #I'm a lying liar who lies

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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damn it all to hell that I have to sacrifice the aesthetic of my bio to make sure people know I block ageless blogs

#alex talks #alex whines #more like it

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kookies2000 · 2 years

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So I'm finally working on my next chapter to my Owl House Story "Dream Among Destiny and Star". Taking care of animals and working is very time consuming. But as I was writing, I was disappointed that I had to push back one of my favorite scenes. I pushed it back from chapter two to hopefully chapter three. But me being me, I wanted to share a snippet of it.

So please, enjoy a small moment of a Huntlow child with Darius.

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The yard was quiet, of course it was. This was the private garden for a reason.

Alora tip-toed her way behind her grandfather, carefully stepping over every twig and crunchy leaf. After one more leap, she peeked over the bush to see how far Darius was. He had taken another turn and he now had his back turned to her.

His shoulders and back remained slump, unlike his perfect posture he always held. He lowered his head as he approached a certain statue. This statue looked kinda familiar. Alora rubbed her green eyes and squinted. It was of a guard and not just any guard, a Golden Guard. The eight year old thought back to her lessons.

The Golden Guard was supposed to be a symbol of honor and bravery. Until the truth was revealed and it was now a symbol of death and misery. Or at least that's what Eda told her. So why was Darius looking at the statue in sorrow and respect? She may not be able to see his face but the way he kneeled down was enough to tell her there was more to the story.

Wanting a closer look, Alora ducked back behind the bush and sneaked her way like a quiet ghost mice. Or at least she tried.

"Hey!" She felt a pair of furry arms grab her from behind and drag her across the floor. She always found it fun when Eberwolf played around with her but it has it's down sides.

"Little Poppy," she was able to hear Darius call her over the sound of pebbles hitting her ears.

"Ow, ow, ow," Alora said in pain. She couldn't tell if she was in trouble and this was her punishment. Eberwolf finally flopped her down and pushed her next to her grandfather. She moaned in pain while her whole body was covered in dirt and sticks. Darius looked down at her, his green eyes shrinking in disgust. He reluctantly plucked off the sticks that were trapped in her curly hair.

"You could've brought her to me clean?" Darius gave Eberwolf a side look. Eber simply gave a playful shrug before going to his side.

"Apologies Grandfather," Alora got on her feet in a matter of seconds and dusted off any dirt she had on her shirt. Her cheeks and ears were burning from embarrassment, she wanted to run off and pretend she wasn't stalking him.

"Please, how many times have I asked of you to not call me your grandfather?" Darius rolled his eyes. He loved this princess as much as she loved pushing his buttons. Alora let a giggle escape, lightning the mood a bit.

"It suits you better than Uncle." She responded with a smile, "Of course, Doppy could be a cute nickname?"

"I would rather go with grandfather." Darius responded with a low tone. He looked back down at the ledge of the platform the statue was on. Still on his knee, Darius pulled out a gold cup and plate from his bag. He carefully placed them in front of the statue as his granddaughter watched. Alora cocked her head to the side, trying to piece the pieces together. She slowly looked up at the statue of the Golden Guard and studied all the features. She's seen pictures of many Golden Guards in her library but they never had much information besides the fact that they were all right hand men to Belos, only to die in his cold hands. But from the way her father always reacted with fear at just the mention of The Golden Guard, the way her mother would try to calm him down or the way Uncle Gus or Mat tried to silence her whenever she tried to ask, it was all too much. If just the mention of The Golden Guard was so horrible, why was Darius kneeling down to him.

She looked back at him and gasped when she noticed his head was hung low. He was clearly trying to hide his emotions from her but his quivering shoulders gave it away. Eberwolf sat right at his side while holding a kettle. The leader of the Beast Coven looked up to her with eye's that had a mix of sadness and caring. Alora softens at the sight of her beast uncle's sad expression. They always had those puppy eyes that she loved and seeing them so depressed broke her heart. The beast gently reached his hand out with the kettle. The princess looked at him with an expression that could only be read as confusion. Eberwolf titled their head towards the cup Darius had placed as a hint. Aloras eyes widened when she noticed what Eberwolf wanted her to do. She took a step closer to them and reached her hand out. She clumsily took the kettle causing a chuckle from Eberwolf. Alora gave a nervous smile when she realised the kettle was much heavier than she anticipated. She slowly placed the kettle over the cup and tried her best to get a good grip. She had no idea if she had to hold the long thing that came out of the front or not. Was she supposed to grab onto the handle? What was even in this thing?

The sound of metal clattering interrupted the peaceful silence the graveyard naturally held. She swore everyone at the castle could hear this or at the very least someone was gonna wake up from the grave and tell her to shut it. She tipped the kettle over and sighed in relief when she noticed red liquid was pouring out. That is until she realised she was completely missing the cup entirely.

"Oh no." Alroa whispered in a panic. Thankfully she felt a pair of hands blanket over her small ones. Her grandfather helped her steady the kettle and moved it so the drink could pour inside the cup.

"There." Darius titled the kettle back up when the cup was half full. Alora sighed in relief that he didn't seem disappointed with her. But she did feel a small drop of water land on her shoulder. Before she could look up, Darius took the kettle and placed it on the ground. He pulled out more items from his bag, one being a handkerchief to wipe away what he had in his eyes.

"Grandfather?" Alora hesitated to ask what was on her mind. She fiddles with her fingers, trying to figure out what to say. Was this a bad time to ask him? He seemed too upset to talk. But she wanted, no, she had to know why this Golden Guard was so important.

"I wanted to ask- ask something kinda weird. Not weird, just…… you don't have to tell me but-but- who's……"

"You may have your mothers wit but you are as much of a chatterbox as your father." Darius let a small smile form as he placed some food on the plate. Alora sighed in disappointment from her actions. She kicked some non existing rocks as she tried to find the right words.

"Who's he?" Alora finally spat it out.

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I can't wait to share the full scene because belive me, I made myself cry with the draft. In summery, it's gonna be a flashback to Darius past. I know we all see Darius as Hunter's father, his guid and someone who can help him. But we sometimes forget he has a story to tell as well. He got his leadership from somewhere, he is a rebel for a reason, and he met Eberwolf and Raine and grew a connection with them. He has a lot to his story and I'll be darn with myself if I don't write it!!!

#the owl house #owl house #darius #darius toh #should I tag as huntlow?#nah #huntlow kid #more like it #toh eberwolf #eberwolf toh #eberwolf #fan fiction #fan fic

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faeriekit · 6 months

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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

#the ethics are whack but more importantly you didn't even want to write it?? who is it even for?? not you? not me?#you didn't even have enough interest in the premise to take a crack at it?? then who cares?#please don't populate in my search results I'm looking for things that people wrote because they liked something #ao3

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kochei0 · 2 months

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