I (and I'm sure a lot of us) would go feral if you wrote original monster content. I'm talking climbing the walls, screeching, hissing, bite bite biting feral. I wanna smooch the cryptids. The gonsts. The lil funky guys in the gloom under the moon. Please. One day. I loaf you sweaty for that thot alone

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why not, let's do a little test run

MDNI - Lich x GN!Reader. Reader getting overstimulated, Skull Fucking (not in it's original context), Necrophilia maybe? Idk he's a lich and consenting, Oral Reader receiving, Fingering Reader recieving, Boning (this is linked to the fingering). Dacryphilia mention at the end.

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"You can do it, my dear. What's one more little death?"

One more might actually lead to your actual death. But your lover was always so very thorough in his work, and you were never one to complain about helping him research. Well, not usually.

But now there are tears in your eyes, and you're starting to ache. It was bordering on painful now. "I don't know if I can."

The man, if he could still be considered that, peers up at you. Eyes a cold flame, ice blue lights dancing in wide, black sockets. His head is solid bone, a skull staring up at you. Long fingers, notched and thin, pause inside of you.

"Oh?" The skull leans forward, jaw moving. The little muscle left along the bone helped to stretch it out and let a shadowy tendril slip out; the ghost of a tongue. It hovers there, curling and flicking like smoke though it was far weightier than that. You knew from experience, and you can hear a chuckle when your legs tremble. "Would you like to make good on that assessment?"

Fuck. The tendril moves up, flicking along your sex while his fingers continue moving, searching and pressing inside you. He's determined and you can only grasp one hand onto his shoulder, gripping his robe, while the other roams over chilled bone. His true name spills from your lips, forbidden and complex but your tears are starting to slide down, warm and fat along your cheeks.

He doesn't let up. The ghost of the tongue does not mean he can't speak, even if it's busy. The lich's eyes light up with each word and let each of the following sentences hang in the air before sinking into your skin. "Such a good assistant for me. Helping me explore all kinds of death. How many ways we can achieve this one, the little death before it breaks you?" There's a pause, before he crooks his fingers, pressing them against that one spot to make you keen out. He chuckles, warm and full of delight while his gaze rakes over your body. With a single movement, he's pressing forward his skull right against you, letting the cold bone hit your inner thighs. "I think after this one it will be five? Is that correct, dearest one?"

You're panting. Nails dig into bone while your teeth dig into your lower lip. "That's c-correct, Gar-"

"I think that will be enough for today then. Just one more, my dear." He doesn't wait. The tendril is no longer flicking against your sex, but rather engulfing it. Sucking and licking, it feels wet and warm, a wonderful contrast to the coldness of his natural form. His magic was always so warm.

Tears continue to leak, you're so tired, but you can give him one more. One more and you will be done. He will treat you so well if you give him one more. You force yourself to relax, to let his ministrations guide you through, but you're cumming with a sob and grind of your hips against his head.

He's nothing but praise, sliding his fingers out once your orgasm ends. "So wonderful to see. Such a good test subject." The tendrils from his mouth descend back in, but not before letting it roll over your thighs like a final caress or a soft kiss. He stays between your legs, gently rubbing over them with too-thin and rough fingers. Bones pet your flesh, and you don't mind it.

Finally, he lifts himself up, to stand and get you a glass of water that he had kept nearby. He dips the cup himself, and you know there is no option here but to drink. Heavy mouthfuls are quick to come as you realize your thirst. When he pulls away, turning to set it down, your fingers run along his robes. "Thank you."

The lich chuckles, thin arms wrapping around your body, until he can settle behind you. Having you lay over him, the robe helping to smooth out all the hard lines of his body. "I should be thanking you, my dear. I've learned so much." He shifts beneath you slightly. "Was it too much?"

You consider the fact that you just had the equivalent of a talking skeleton eat you out and finger you open until you wept. Surprisingly, no. "It wasn't that bad. Just got too..."

"Overstimulated?" You nod and he hums. "Perhaps next time, we can have some longer breaks in between. That may help with preventing some tears."

You gaze at him, meeting the blue flames of his eyes head-on. "But you like the tears."

His hand dips, feeling along your waist and then your stomach. He can't grin anymore, but you could sense it in the next few words. "Perhaps I should keep going then?" Boney fingers dip lower, following the line of your hip, hovering over your sex once again. "If you have no objections, of course, my dear."

You pause, thinking. "One minute break? And then you can get another one."

His teeth press on the crown of your head, the whisper of a kiss he couldn't give. "Of course, my dear."

You smile, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw. "Thanks, Garbear."

Gary sighs, no air pressing through the slightly parted teeth. "You're going down to thirty seconds now, brat."

"You shouldn't have let a human pick your casual name."

"Twenty."

You had an odd feeling it would be a long, but enjoyable night.

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Thank you to @golden-rats for the name of the Lich

Hi! I hope you're doing okay. So I just had a thot. And idk what to do with it. So Imma just put it here cause your blog is my new favourite. I'm not even joking. I literally devoured everything related to Tokyo Rev on your blog. So here's my theory. Do correct me if you think I'm wrong Sensei!

Bouten husbands and where they liked to be kissed the most/ or is their weakness. (Ps: it's just my opinion. I mean no offense to anyone.)

Mikey~ Kiss him on his shoulders and he'll cry. Cause he's been bearing all the burden of his dark and decaying world for so long that he doesn't even know that he needs to take a minute for himself and rely on others around him. Especially since most ppl around him are willing to give their life and limbs for Mikey. He just can't seem to keep that in mind. So you've taken it upon yourself to remind him frm time to time. Just a little peck on his strong and broad-ish shoulders to remind him that he's not alone. That if nothing, he has you. He always will.

Rindou~ Something about being kissed on his cheeks, especially by his lover, does things to him. Like his cardiovascular muscles do a little somersault in his chest or something. Because yes, it doesn't matter if he's one of the big, scary and irreplaceable executive of Bouten, he still has an unconscious inferiority complex. Sometimes it just skips his mind that despite everything, he too deserves the world. And every once in a while you need to remind him about it. That he doesn't have to be flashy and snarky like his brother. He just needs to be himself and that he is undeniably worthy of love.

Ran~ Not many people are taller than him, you are no exception. So it makes sense that in order to kiss him you need to be on your tippy toes. And still you're only able to reach his neck. So yeah, just kiss him there. Right on his Adam's apple and he's a goner. It doesn't even have to be sexual. Ran is always the one to take charge. It's kind of in his nature and you happily oblige him. But every now and then, you also need to remind him to take a breather That he can just let go and get dotted over for a change. You're more than happy to take care of him, that he needs to be taken care off.

Koko~ This man not only, brings in the big dough for Bouten, but also beats up people while at it. To say that he's always overworked is an understatement. His hands are always doing something, illegal things most of the time. He knows he's no saint. That there's no coming back into the light. He's painfully aware. But once e intertwine your hands together and kiss him on top of his knuckles, he swears that it's his redemption. You're the only light in his dark and dangerous world.

Kaku-chan~ Please. Just kiss this man on his forehead. Please. He's literally out there, ready to give his life for the things he wants to protect. He's always doing that. Protecting the people that have gone astray, who have no more hope left. He's ready to die for them, if it means they'll keep going. So please, just once, just protect him instead. Protect him from the demons he skillfully hided in his head. Protect him from the nightmares that torment him every night. Just protect him for a change. He needs it more than he's willing to admit.

Sanzu~ Okay. Hear me out. He's deranged and he knows it. He knows he's won't bat an eye before painfully torturing someone to death. Heck he'll even do it with a smile plastered on his face. He knows that he's stained in blood almost all the time.(sometimes his own, most of the other times, not his own). He'll even relish it. He knows that he's been tainted with burden of death. He knows that he lives in the shadows. He's not sane. He's not good. He's bad. He's ugly. You can tell that these awful thoughts keep him awake at night. So when they do and he has this almost painful look on his face. Just pull him close and kiss him on his face, over and over. Kiss his scars, kiss his lips, kiss his nose, his eyes. Just don't stop until he's got your point across. That yes, it's true that he's despicable. But you still love him nonetheless.

Ps: Sorry that was too long and kinds got out of hand. But these are just my "thots". Thank you for hearing me out!~ Thot anon

hi i’m doing okay, thanks for asking n i hope you are too !! also aaah i’m glad to know my blog is your new fave, i hope you enjoy more of my future tokrev content 🥺 ALSO YES ITS HEADCANON TIME LETS GO LETS GO

mikey n shoulder kisses 🥺 i hc that mikey is stiff and rigid all the time without knowing. like you said, he has a lot on his mind and draken even said mikey had a heavy ass cross to bear, so imagine the weight and burdens he has to shoulder 🥺 so if you lean into him for a hug then kiss his shoulders, mikey deflates. to him, its like a reminder he doesn’t have to carry it all by himself all the time and poor bb forgets that often

cheek kisses for rindou 🥺 the idea of this big, bad executive infamous for breaking limbs but is actually a sucker for cheek kisses and turns into a soft lil bean when you cup his face and just smother him with love n affection? bless. rindou probably unknowingly exerts too much effort sometimes to prove something - may it be his strength, his power, or how he’s perfectly capable of fighting by himself - he’ll have that voice at the back of his head that he needs to do something. giving him cheek kisses grounds him and elicits butterflies in his stomach bcos he realizes that, “oh, i don’t have to try so hard. silly me...now more cheek kisses, please.”

ran and neck kisses !! ON THE FLOOR RN, TELL ME MORE. but yes omg i also hc that ran is such a giver and grown up to look for others the way he does for rindou, so in his head, he’s kind of drilled it into himself that he has to be the one in the lead - not necessarily in a mikey way - but in a “he needs to take charge and take his responsibilities seriously” kind of thing. like mikey, ran is probably often deep in thought as well despite his teasing mannerisms, that when you kiss his neck he can’t help but soften. he enjoys being doted on. loves to be the one on the receiving side. has the sweetest smile on his face when he gets a lil ticklish and he just feels like he’s on cloud nine <33

knuckle kisses for koko 😫 everything you said was on point !! his hands are probably so tired from fighting and counting bills all day, not to mention the amount of paperwork he has to do bcos who else will do them ?? no one knows the inner system of koko and how it works as well as koko does, and he wants to do his job right. he gets a little too absorbed in his work, however, that koko gets a little confused when you take his hands away from whatever he’s working on to leave little kisses at the pads of his knuckles, maybe even massaging his hands or playing with his fingers to help him relax a bit. and you know how koko is so good at what he does bcos its all he knows, but at the same he probably hates how he treads on this dark path ?? so when you kiss his knuckles, he feels relieved. like everything will be okay and second chances are real n something he’s worthy of

omg now this is my favorite - kakucho + foreahead kisses. forehead kisses are always so intimate and soothing in a sense. like come here so you can kiss him on the forehead, watch the way his eyes flutter close and a smile tugs at his lips when your lips trail down to his scar, all the while your hands are cupping his face with such tenderness he never really knew of. kakucho is so used to being the tough guy with his rough childhood that it almost feels surreal. surreal that he’s in bed, with you, safe and sound and you’re kissing his forehead so comfortingly he doesn’t have to worry about putting his walls down for a second. he feels safe. he feels at home. but most of all, he knows he’s not alone and he has you - his family

kissing sanzu’s scars 🥺 everything you said was beautiful n i can totally see it happening !! as much as we all know sanzu takes great pleasure and finds entertainment in what he does, it sinks down a little too late. when he’s not high, that’s when he feels the lows. when the blood on his hands are dried, that’s when he realizes it gets harder to wash them off until it stains deep all the way into his soul. then his scars. he sees his scars and remembers how he has to hide them at some point. he stays awake at night and oddly enough, silent and unmoving. and what better way to ease his worries than to pull him close and just to kiss his scars that he thinks are only one of the ways the darkness - the ugliness - of his soul shows through. keep him close and kiss his scars. sanzu may not always be in the right mind to understand your words, but the simple gesture of showing love and acceptance to a part of him that makes him a whole will engrave deep into his heart. leave him butterfly kisses. kiss him from everywhere to his eyes until they flutter close to sleep. kiss his nose adoringly until they scrunch so cutely. kiss his lips until its your taste that overwhelms him. and kiss his scars to remind him his imperfections are accepted and loved

Diavolo is already the villain. Perhaps it is not what Diavolo wants, but it is written in blood in their oath, in the furious tears Lucifer had shed as he held his sister, in the way Diavolo’s magic had worked at her fatal wounds.

There is no way around Lucifer’s hatred, not in any of the futures Barbatos has seen. 

1.2kish words dia/luci. #no sex just angst, #post-celestial war, #lil bit o’ present canon.

not really sure where any of this is going or what it was for, I just… wanted to play a little with dia/luci on the diavolo side of things. I want them to communicate more but it doesn’t… seem like it’ll happen. tender shout out @kibu-me for their wonderful dialuci thots, they were more helpful than they know lmfao

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“Lucifer,” Diavolo reaches out to help Lucifer up from his knees, and though Lucifer does not flinch away, the sheer hatred in his eyes is enough to make him hesitate. Diavolo steps back from the angel, no, the devil, shakily gets to his feet. The proud jut of his chin and the sharpness in his eyes have become more pronounced in the weeks following the Fall, just as the bone deep exhaustion settles in the bags under his eyes.

“You’re rejecting the change,” He says, quiet as his brows cinch, looking down at him as Lucifer scoops up the sword in his hand before straightening his back. Lucifer does not say anything, only forces his gaze down--but Diavolo can still see the intensity through Lucifer’s long, thick lashes. Even if it is not aimed at him directly, Diavolo can sense the animosity filling the room with a suffocating weight. 

“You will die, Lucifer. And then what use will I have of your oath?” Diavolo says, harsh, but Lucifer does not say anything. The look on his face clearly says, I would rather die. Diavolo’s hand shoots out to grab Lucifer by the front of his collar, pulling him close. Lucifer’s hand holding the sword stays still at his side, but Lucifer finally looks at him with that devastating stare and it is like a strike anyway.

Perhaps if they were closer, then maybe Diavolo would be able to get to him. Would be worthy in Lucifer’s eyes of the severity that rests under the other’s wicked tongue. Diavolo knows that Lucifer hates him, but does not know how to make him voice the desires he is so desperately fighting. 

“Talk to me, Lucifer,” Diavolo demands, pulling up on the other’s tunic, likely disturbing the bindings keeping his tender wounds together. Lucifer does not wince, or perhaps he does not even allow himself to register the pain, too caught up in his pride. 

Diavolo does not need Lucifer to tell him to know what’s going on with Lucifer’s body. He knows that Lucifer’s wings, burned and blackened as they are, still throb with intense pain. He knows that the physical, actual Fall has his body marred, beaten, and Diavolo’s continued requests to spar with the other only impede the angel’s recovery. 

(Devil. The devil’s recovery--if Diavolo is to keep Lucifer as a devil at his side, he should better remember what Lucifer is now. He cannot keep falling prey to the heavenly beauty of Lucifer’s features, as twisted with unvirtuous hatred as they are.)

But what Diavolo does not know is the current state of Lucifer’s mind. How could he, being a devil all his life? 

How does the angel side of Lucifer battle with this new, animalistic devil? Lucifer is too proud to fall to the baser desires of demonhood, too powerful of an angel to relinquish his control in such an unsightly way--but Lucifer has refused it all. He has simply put a stop to all such urges, has put a stop to feeling anything and Diavolo knows better than anyone, that just like giving in without restraight, complete abstinence will lead to his sure end. 

The future of the Realms lies in the equal ground, in the balance of all--and Diavolo is not about to gain another pawn only to lose him to himself. Diavolo is far too selfish for such a thing. 

Lucifer’s submissive redirection of his gaze is nothing more than a shoddy facade, a blatant lie in the tense space between them and Diavolo wants nothing more than to shake him, hit him, anything to knock Lucifer out of this obvious self-imposed rot.

Diavolo does not blame Lucifer for his desire to not trust him, but who else will Lucifer turn to? His brothers, who are all going through their own transformations? Lucifer would never reveal this weakness of his own volition. Diavolo is already the villain. Perhaps it is not what Diavolo wants, but it is written in blood in their oath, in the furious tears Lucifer had shed as he held his sister, in the way Diavolo’s magic had worked at her fatal wounds.

“Is that a command, my lord?” Lucifer’s icy acquiescence is a slap to the face more than anything, and Diavolo’s lips shift into a deeper frown. His own sword is clenched in his free hand, but before he does something stupid, he releases Lucifer, shoving him back. 

There is no way around Lucifer’s hatred, not in any of the futures Barbatos has seen. 

“No.” Diavolo responds, colder than before. He sucks in a breath, and exhales. Diavolo throws the sword on the ground and turns on his heel to walk away. 

“We’re done for today.” 

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“Lucifer,” Diavolo reaches out to card his hand through Lucifer’s hair, and though Lucifer does not flinch away, the sheer rage in his eyes is enough to make him hesitate. Diavolo has not seen such vitriol burn for him in Lucifer’s eyes in thousands of years, not since the era after his Fall. 

“What are you thinking?” He asks, quiet as his brows cinch, hand hovering over the skin of Lucifer’s cheek instead. Lucifer does not say anything, does not shy away from Diavolo’s touch, only forces his gaze down--but Diavolo can still see the intensity through Lucifer’s long, thick lashes. Even if it is not aimed at him directly, Diavolo can sense the animosity filling the room with a suffocating weight. 

“Talk to me, Lucifer,” Diavolo implores, dropping his hands to his sides, despite how he wants to make Lucifer look at him. Too many years of Lucifer at his side tell him how bad of an idea that would be.

“Is that a command, my lord?” Lucifer’s cold acquiescence is a slap to the face more than anything, and Diavolo’s lips shift into a deeper frown. Lucifer’s submissive gaze is nothing more than a shoddy facade, a blatant lie in the tense space between them and Diavolo wants nothing more than to hold him. 

But Diavolo has always been the villain. It is not what Diavolo wants, but it is written in blood in the margins of their oath, in the furious tears Lucifer had shed as he held his sister, in the way Diavolo’s magic had worked at her fatal wounds.

Has he always been this foolish? To think that he could have Lucifer’s brightness at his side and to not be blinded by it, like all the others before? It is a terrible, but hilarious joke; Diavolo has been burned by his own selfishness. He supposes it is his divine retribution at continuing the farce for as long as he has, settling into the comfortable nature as if there aren’t skeletons just waiting to be dug up beneath them. 

What can he do? What would Lucifer allow him to do? The answer, unfortunately, is not much--there is no way around Lucifer’s hatred, not in any of the futures Barbatos has seen. 

“No.” Diavolo says, something a little like resignation in his shoulders. “It isn’t.” 

“May I go, then?” Lucifer continues to not look at him, but Diavolo, for all of his power and might, cannot bear to not look at Lucifer. Diavolo nods stiffly. Lucifer bows, and as he leaves, he takes all the light out of the room with him.

“We’re done for the day.” 

Hi there. I saw that requests are open and I'm so happy! If I could request a Michael or Freddy Story or something like that about a soulmate string. Every soulmate has a string permanently tied to their pinky finger and it leads to their soul mate and one day they come across each other and the string becomes a golden color as they see their partner ... I love this idea. I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL ! ❤️

I love soulmate aus!! I think this is like the second one ive ever written? I hope to write more though, because they are so…. good…. Really, really wanna write a second part to this?? maybe some nsfw with male reader and/or female reader? I love this so much, this one ended up longer than intended so Michael’s isn’t with this one. A Michael one will be up later though, because I’m a THOT for soulmate AUs.

Warnings: Cussing, freddy being freddy, sort of sexual stuff?? but not a lot? at the end it’s a lil steamy.

“How did you know?” Your voice was quiet, you didn’t want to wake your other friends up.

“Know what?” Your friend, Kimberly, asked, half asleep.

“Know you found your soulmate!”

“Y’know, Y/N,” Kimberly yawned, “you ask that a lot…”

Of course you did, you had come to the conclusion you’d never experience what she had, so you had to live vicariously through her. You needed to know everything.

“But, it was any normal day-” Kimberly started, her eyes closed and her head resting on her pillow. You were resting on your elbow, watching her closely, taking in every detail, even though you’d probably heard this story a million times. “-we were at the mall. My string suddenly pulled tight, I knew I was close to my soulmate. My eyes wandered the food court and suddenly my eyes met beautiful green ones. My string began to change colors, from a beautiful deep red to a vibrant, glowing golden color.”

You listened in awe, knowing something like that wasn’t going to happen for you. Knowing you couldn’t get that happy ending like her. You had really come to accept the fact you weren’t going to have a soulmate, it didn’t bother you much like it used to, but you were still curious as to how others found their soulmate, or how their red string reacted when finding them.

You briefly looked at your pinky, finding it bare. You furrowed your brow and looked back at Kimberly, realizing she had fallen asleep. You threw yourself done on your pillow and closed your eyes trying to go to sleep. You took a deep breath and relaxed, your eyelids growing heavier.

A loud bang came from downstairs and shot upwards. No one was in your room. All of your friends who had helped you move in were gone. 

“Kimberly?” You called out for one of your friends before calling out for the rest.

You stood up from the floor and looked around. Something red caught your eyes and you looked down.

The string.

You rolled your eyes, “Fuck, I’m just dreaming.”

You pinched at your skin, trying to wake up but nothing seemed to work. Another loud sound came from below, so you decided to follow it. You walked down your stairs feeling more annoyed than anything. What had your brain conjured up?

You weren’t sure yet, but you fucking hated it.

The string began to pull taut and you froze. That felt too real. You walked to the kitchen, where the string led you and you found where it ended. A man in a red and green sweater sat on the island in your kitchen, his eyes looking down at the large, sharp knives on his hand.

“What the fuck?”

The man looked up at you and gave you a vicious smile. The string connected to his pinky began to change to a beautiful golden color and your heart began to stop. You had many dreams of having a red string, but none like this.

“Who are you?” You whispered, trying to pull away from the man, but your string wouldn’t let you.

He looked mad that you hadn’t heard of him before. He crossed his arms and your string jerked, causing you to lurch forward. The man reached out for you, his gloved hand grabbing your arm and piercing skin.

The pain jolted you awake and you sat straight up on your floor. A warm feeling covered your arm and you looked over, a cut running down your forearm.

“Oh, no…”

After that night you hadn’t slept much, and when you did, your golden string was attached to your finger, but the man on the other side was gone. It had been one week since the incident and your friends were terrified for you.

“I don’t even wanna say his name…”

“He’s not Voldemort,” you groaned, trying to really believe that everything that had happened really was just a dream.

“He might as well be, Y/N!”

You rolled your eyes. You were not giving this ‘dream demon’ that much power. Your friends were fearful, but you were not. You were sure it was just your mind. But that didn’t explain the very real cut you had received.

“Not to change the topic or anything,” One of your friends quickly changed the subject, “but you never had a red string?”

You felt yourself physically scowl at her. You huffed and crossed your arms, “No. I think it’s time for everyone to go home.”

With much effort you ushered everyone out of your house and got them to leave. You bit the inside of your lip and thought about the man in your dreams, the man that was possibly, maybe your soulmate.

You wanted to know more, you needed to. You walked towards you couch and lied down, trying to calm yourself as you stared up at the ceiling. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes. Being sleep deprived, you fell asleep rather quickly.

Everything was normal. At first.

Your golden string came back before long, pulled as tight as it possibly could be. You looked around your house and felt immense heat around you. You followed the golden string and opened a door that it happened to be caught under. The string bounced upwards when you opened the door.

Your breath was immediately taken away when you stepped beyond the door. You seemed to be in the heart of a boiler room. You took a step forward and suddenly, you couldn’t step forward anymore. The door beyond slammed shut and you turned to find the door gone. You were now alone in some way too hot boiler room, sweating your ass right off.

A chain shot up from the ground and wrapped around one of you legs, easily bringing you to your knees. Another chain wound around your free leg, making sure you stayed in place. Even though you definitely weren’t getting away from that first one.

“Aw,” a sly voice came from behind you, “you look so cute all chained up.”

The string around your pinky finger was plucked, causing you to feel a tug. You tried to turn but a hand slithered around your neck and held you in place. A laugh echoed throughout the room and you tensed.

“This is just a dream,” you whispered to yourself.

“Oh, bitch,” the man’s grip on your throat tightened, causing you to gasp for air, “you’re going to wish this was just a dream.”

“Freddy,” you muttered, turning your head upwards. Your eyes caught his and gave you a confused look. “That’s your name isn’t it.”

“You finally figured out, maybe you aren’t a dumb bitch.”

Call me bitch one more fuckin’ time…

“Aren’t you supposed to be haunting like, teenagers or something? If you couldn’t tell, I am in fact, not a teen.”

“No, you aren’t, but-” His hand pulled you into him, your had meeting his chest, “You are my soulmate. Which makes you mine. You’re all mine.”

You swallowed hard and screwed your eyes shut. The metal of his glove rubbed across your throat and your legs clenched together. You were… almost enjoying this.

“Oooh,” Freddy purred into your ear, his tongue rubbing against the shell of it. He bit the soft flesh and you let out a shaky moan, “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”

You opened your eyes and looked up at Freddy. You took a deep breath, part of you still wanting to believe this was just a weird, almost-sex dream. You pushed yourself upward, as much as the chains would let you move, and pressed your lips against his. You seemed to have startled the dream demon.

As soon as he kissed back though, you woke up. An aching between your legs and a burning in your gut.

“Holy shit,” you panted, “I think I have the hots for a dream demon.”

How would u rank the jojo parts that u read :0

Hmmmm ok lets go on a 1 to 10 scale Phantom blood: like.........7 and a half?! I rlly rlly rlly enjoyed jonathan and dio growing up and i LOVE jonathan and also erina speedwagon and zeppeli! But some of it WAS kind of like. I was forcing myself to keep reading...maybe its better in the anime tho bcuz i just cant read!! I plan to watch the animes ....uh..one day. Maybe ill do it w a friend to drag them into jojo hell with me.Battle Tendency: LIKE 8 OR 9.....I RLLY LOVE JOSEPH. LIKE A LOT..and it introduced so many great characters! Like ceaser lisa lisa the pillar men!! Watching ceaser and joseph train and fight together was sooo fun. Also theyre like. In love? Yeah. Joseph rlly fucked around too hard and got engaged to two whole men. Not including ceaser. Anyways bt was rrlly good and joseph is iconicWtf was part 3 again uhhhhhhOH YEAH IT WAS Stardust crusaders !! Like??? IDK.....9 outta 10?? I LOOVED this roadtrip story..boys night out. Also part 3 joseph...thank u god. This part had so many great characters like a LOT and thr stand battles were rlly fun and thrilling . Also DIO WAS BROUGHT BACK! His bimbofication is complete. I rlly enjoyed seeing him go absolutely apeshit and i was likewow at least hes having fun :) anyways this was a rlly great part i loved all the characters... jotaro was a great protagonist he be like yare yare i fucking hate you old manPart 4 was diu right ok yeah it was Diamond is unbreakable!! 10/10 babey i literally enjoyed every minute reading this i loved all the characters and i LOVE josuke...also we get to see jotaro again! But hes older and a marine biologist now. I loooove like. Murder mystery stories in small towns . Like idk how to explain this genre but yknow what i mean??!!! Kira was such a cool antagonist and killer queen rlly knew how to fuck shit up ... i could write a lot more but im on mobile and i hate typing on my phone. So im moving on.Vento aureo ...anotha 10/10 im sorrey. Im sowy ITS SO GOOD I love giorno and the whole passione gang and TRISH WAS SO GOOD and i loved all the stand fights they alwayshad me on the EDGE of my damn SEAT . I love like. Found family within illegal mafia gangs v__v they love eachother...i also love la squadra and the boss ..it made me like. Cry. But in a good way yknow like when u out down a good book after finishing it anf go That Was. A Really Good Book. Anf then ur thinking about jt months later still. Its like thatStone ocean is that the next one i..i think so. AnywyasLike. 9/10? 9 and a half?! What can i say i rlly enjoyed like. All of these parts. Its all so good. Jolyne!!! First female jojo!! And shes so cool!!!!! Shes in jail and suddenly she. Can turninto string cheese and she hates her dad whos also JOTARO and she has cool friends such as hermes who can put stickers w cute lil hearts on em on u. And foo fighters who stays hydrated and is plankton and emporio is who justa little boy someone pls help him Pucci was a GREAT antagonist like so good so good . And the flashbacks with him and dio were like...thank u for thjs meal. It was so strange to see DIO of all people .. feel affection for another person?! To care abt his well being and how he thought of him?! Can u imagine dio saying some shit like "i was afraid because i didnt want to lose you " I CANT! Until i saw him and pucci ! I cant believe a priest and a vampire Thot fell in love. Also weather and anasui were there but i think i wrote enough but just know i love them both and again. Stan jolyne kujo . oh and its not 10/10 fully bcuz tbe ending made me cry like. A BITCH . Next is STEEL BALL RUN !! YEEHAWBoy of u know me you know i love me some cowboys!!!!!!! Like 9/10 as well bcuz the ending mademe cry AGAIN why does jojo keep doing this to me i hate it!!! Anyways johnny was so good and so was gyro like wow i love gay cowboys....i loved johnny a lot bcuz hes kinda?? Bitchy?? Hes kknd of a brat. But hes also...a niceboy. It was rlly good having a disabled protagonist and jt like..didnt make him a hindrance at all? He could still v wrll protect himself and gyro...his inability to walk didnt drag anyone down . I love that abt him...i love his and gyros relationship a lot. I also loved lucy steel!! Soundman couldve been done better but what r u gonna do. I havent started jojolion or whatever its called yet bcuz im still healing from sbr pain.

the lil things that happened to me, bc im tired of just kind of lying about it. i will never reblog this but ill never delete it.

tbh me having struggled in my life are quite still fresh on me, considering i lived with not knowing i had dyspraxia until late highschool years n it was like.. oh uve been pushed into this dilemma sorry we got to it so late n cant do much but u might not graduate like the rest! n at first i was mad,, but it was my parents fault because they were probably the biggest factor in my esteem and idea of myself and being extremely religious they were conservative within themselves so like me saying i may so have a disorder on top of another  disorder that i refused to tell them bc they already ruled out that people with disabilities were possessed n unless i wasnt in a chair n had a speech impediment i didnt fit the bill of having a disability. but whenever i brought it up they shunned it. 

i feel like i didnt get that much support back when i was younger, however no one approached me enough to actually have proof on that so it was always me against the rest. also being dejected to racial bullying which also considered anti-blackness against me in the private school i used to go to i felt like a wreck i never was in a good state there, and i was always labelled as the weird one my grades were bad all along with my delusions on other things to where it was the first time i a first grader was sexually harrassed and then later in the year i reinvented the expireince in my head and blamed a kid for touching my leg even tho im sure he didnt i got my lesson tho bc i was threatened by the principal

i feel like it was i moved to a public school that things just didn't work for me along with being abused and of other things but i was also socially aware by then on me being the pastors child meant for me that i was always treated diff than others and even with church kids i was always a diff air there was hostility between me and them. thus i can admit i really never had any friends at all, just people to talk to but i feel like in random times it really showed i had no friends like when i use to eat in the bathroom but all the while my appreance ruined and i felt horrible about myself

tbh it was about freshman year that i realized that i was always not letting mysekf have that break have that allowance to just be me after being told so many times that it wasnt “ valid “ by parents by social things n by school n i feel like i wilted. i wilted whenever i acted like my parents abuse physically and mentally didnt hurt me, what i hated the most was how i always felt like id learn a lesson from this and grow strong n i did but not when it came to me?

thats why i always seeked to help other people out other than my own problems? i was so used to letting myself be a refugee camp for other peoples wars but never myself i was so okay with embracing other peoples pains but stepped over mines? truthfully it was bc of this aunt who embraced me when i young and vulnerable and treated me like the mom i never had, but when she left me i just felt so inhumane. what was worst that there’s never a way to not forget her, because an expirience with her left a mark on me. when i was six i fell and cracked open my toe and scared my eyebrow and she was there healing me and promising me empty things that i gulped down like a flower in need of light. and a little hope in me thot maybe someone like that could come again but they didnt and in fact when one did they took advantage of me in a car 

i dont know why but i hate how embrace it with open arms, and try not to let it get to me on nights alone. i think its bc when it happened n i came like a mess to my parents who screamed at me and made me feel like i was the one at fault i just automatically fell into that agreement. which is why i never harmed myself back then just allowed cries on cries.

i kind of looked at people who did harm themselves better in a stupid way, like wow there really going thru something and in crying about something stupid i shouldnt think like that i should stop crying and improve myself

but i never did

and i just let myself rot in that form of forgiving cruelty and a thorned idea of apathy when i was wreck of just wanting to be accepted in anything. the validation of just being youre okay theres nothing wrong with it but whenever i posted a thing about my life i chickened out and deleted it too worried about people thinking i wanted some attention

theres been so many times ive come on this website a complete wreck and acting like i just came out having a fresh good day whered id be in chats giggling along but close to overdosing myself in the bathroom it was also another notion of people who actually needed me to like my friend vex who had been taken advantage of by a prick n im rarely there for them now bc of predicaments im in now it made me scared the idea of leaving them for my selfish thinkings

tbh i still think this way thats why me posting this is a big deal to me because i never do this and never come out. 

i dont want any comforting words or asks about it i just want it to be here acknowledged or not i want to have this small peace with myself.