#THE BITCH IS BACK THE BITCH IS BACK THE BITCH IS B

[devilsxxharlot]

okay but baby wanting you to start lactating when he finds out he can. on your day off he wants you to try a nipple pump to start stimulating and at first you don’t take it seriously so when he gets back he gets mad bc you didn’t do it and reader is in for an overstimulation ride and sore/slightly bruised nipples oh god

- 🌙

(psst you didn't turn anon on for the second one babes)

i forgot my fucking monitor at home (im dog sitting for the next week) sooo i'll treat y'all to a harlot!verse blurb since i won't be making any progress on fics LMAO

CW: nipple play, degradation, roughness.

You didn't think he was being serious.

Bonjoon prided himself in catching people off guard, relished in their embarrassment at the things he dared to say. You'd been the victim of his amusement a hundred times before, and were sure to be for another hundred—why, of all those dozens of suggestions, had this been one he'd meant?

The pump was heavy in your hands, weighted with fancy manufacturing and shame. The embarrassment of hard, tangible plastic and smooth silicone under your fingers silenced you that morning; kept you from hissing back a vehement refusal as your boyfriend headed out to morning rehearsal, calling something over his shoulder.

Just ten minutes every two hours, jagiya, he'd said. Easy, right?

He didn't laugh. You didn't notice.

Once the door closed, you threw the pump on the coffee table, sputtering and grumbling through a red-cheeked rant about what a filthy asshole he was. Then you forgot about it, busying yourself with snacks, tidying, and doom scrolling. Out of sight, out of mind.

Until Bonjoon came home.

"You didn't use it."

His voice came low, accusatory—sharp enough to give you pause.

Eyebrows furrowed, you'd snorted. Laughed a bit, shoulders bouncing, oblivious to the warning weaved into every word. "I'm not going to."

That single, simple, ignorant assertion had sealed your fate.

"Silly bitch," Bonjoon murmured against your skin, breath hot against your spit-slicked nipples. "I guess it's my fault. I've spoiled you too much."

You could barely hear him through the static in your brain. Your chest was heaving, breasts stinging, covered in an assortment of all sorts of bruises. You'd been on your back for the last hour, fingernails scratching into the cloth of the couch cushions, Bonjoon's body pinning you down. The pump glinted in your peripheral, mocking you.

"B-Baby—" You choke on a whimper, spine curving as his lips close snug around your nipple, sucking hard. His tongue laves over the skin pinched between his teeth, soothing if it weren't for how raw your breasts felt. You're certain your nerves are on fire; that any more of this will fry every last one of them. Trembling, you tangle your fingers into the blue mess on his head and pull hard, breath catching. "Baby—"

Bonjoon snarls; there's a ripple of purple across his skin that makes you gasp before he releases you, the coolness of the air versus the heat of his mouth sending a violet shiver down your spine. The relief is short lived as his fingers sink into your cheeks, pulling you up just enough so your nose brushes against his, gold eyes boring hard into yours.

"You think I was joking, baby?" Bonjoon hisses. "Did I confuse you? Yeah? Then let me make this very clear for you, silly bitch."

His free hand grabs at your chest tightly, sensitive nipple rubbing against his palm, the tips of his claws resting pointedly against the meat of your breast. It's rough enough to pull a muffled cry from your pouted lips, glazed eyes searching his for a modicum of mercy; you find none.

"If I tell you to get on your knees, you get on your knees. If I tell you to bark, you bark. If I tell you to pump, you pump 'til these pretty titties are fucking dripping."

You're squirming, whining, trying to plead for forgiveness. And all the whole, his fingers are tweaking your nipples, forcing shrill squeals out of your throat.

"Do you understand now, baby? Gonna be good?" Bonjoon coos, lazy, boyish smile on his face as he sneers at you.

"Y-Yes!" You sob, babbling appeasements. Anything for a moment to breathe.

And at last, your moment is granted. He sits up, hands falling away, and your head lolls back against the arm of the couch, body melting into the furniture. And then—

"You've got ten minutes, jagiya."

That snaps your eyes open in an instant. "Wh-What?'

"Aw, poor, dumb slut," Bonjoon purrs, one hand clinging tight to your hip to keep you from squirming away. "You missed three sessions, jagi. Gotta make up for lost progress, y'know?"

Fuck.

[starkeygirl114]

Baby daddy Rafe x shy reader

Warnings: toxic relationships, cursing, past trauma, pregnancy, possessiveness, narcissist, mean girl vibes, Abuse, physical and mental abuse, mentions of blood, weapons, Ward Cameron (yes he’s alive in this story 🥴, past drug abuse, mentions of drugs, rehab, alcohol, being drunk/high, teasing/ poking fun of friends, Mentions of cheating, mental health mentions, anxiety, angst, crying, vomiting ( I’m sorry 😣) smut 🙂‍↕️

18+ read the warnings. If the warnings are too much for you do not read!!

Authors note: I’m really liking splitting them into 2 parts. Are y’all liking that?

Part 4 1/2

It’s Sunday. The day of the Enduro—biggest race of the year—and the only thing hotter than the engines revving was the damn weather.

You were in the kitchen packing the cooler with Sarah, making sure you had sunscreen, snacks, drinks—everything you needed for a full day under the sun. After the disaster at the beach yesterday, you were desperate for one peaceful outing. But peace wasn’t exactly a guarantee when Pogues and Kooks shared the same air.

“God, I still can’t believe all that shit went down yesterday,” JJ said as he passed by, talking to John B on their way out.

“Ruthie is a fucking bitch,” Kie muttered, following them, sunglasses already perched on her head like she was ready to throw hands again.

Sarah glanced at you, her voice quieter, more personal. “You okay after the whole… Rafe thing?”

You shrugged, trying not to let the weight of it settle on you again. “I’m okay. Got used to it by now.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be used to being treated like that,” she shot back, eyes narrowing. “He’s a dick. Didn’t exactly have the best father to model decency.”

You nodded but didn’t say anything. You weren’t gonna let him ruin another day.

The sun was shining. JJ and John B were racing. Keegan would be there. That’s what mattered.

“It’s too hot out here and I’m too pregnant for this,” Sarah complained dramatically, hand on her tiny bump. “I don’t even know what to wear.”

“I’m tempted to go naked,” you joked, grabbing another pack of water bottles.

Sarah grinned. “I know a few people who’d love that.”

“Yeah, well, it’s never gonna happen.”

“Never say never, girlfriend,” she winked, walking off to find something breathable.

You got the last few things packed and everyone piled into the Twinkie, JJ already running his mouth about how he was going to win.

“Don’t start anything, JJ. I mean it,” Kie said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Oh damn, if I get more sugar, I’ll be a good boy,” he smirked.

“Yeah, and you already ruined it,” Kie deadpanned as everyone groaned and fake-gagged.

The ride was easy. Music up, windows down. You stared out the window with a small smile, knowing Keegan would be waiting at the track with his dad.

Pulling into your usual spot, the guys and Cleo headed over to sign in. You, Sarah, and Kie grabbed the chairs and cooler, scouting out a good view of the track.

And then, you saw them.

Across the way, Rafe stood with Topper and Sofia. She had her arms looped around his waist like she was posing for a photo, but he was focused on the conversation. Keegan clung to Rafe’s leg, glancing around the area.

“Should I go over there now or wait?” you asked, hesitating with the sunscreen still in your hand.

“Keeg’s your baby too. My brother can get over it if he’s got a problem,” Sarah said without blinking.

“I’ll be right back,” you muttered.

You walked across the field slowly. Topper was the first to notice.

“Shit. Uh, your baby mama’s coming,” he muttered to Rafe.

“Great,” Rafe grumbled under his breath.

But Keegan saw you—and that was all that mattered.

“Mommy!” he screamed, breaking into a run.

You dropped to your knees, scooping him up into a hug. “Hi baby, I missed you so much.”

“Hi Mommy,” he mumbled into your neck, fingers twisting your necklace.

“You having fun at Daddy’s house?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” Then he peeked up, eyes wide and hopeful. “Mommy, do you think I can watch Daddy, John B, and JJ with you?”

Your heart melted. “I’d love that, baby. Let’s go ask Daddy, okay?”

You walked over, Keegan hanging on to your hand.

“What’s up, Y/N?” Topper asked, half-smirking, half-bracing himself.

“Hi. Uh… Rafe, can we talk for a minute?”

Rafe didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned to Sofia. “Go wait by my bike,” he told her, planting a kiss on her lips and grabbing her ass as she turned.

Classic Rafe—acting out just to get a rise from you.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, eyes hard.

“Keegan asked if he could watch the race with me. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay with that.”

“He told you that, or you’re assuming?”

Topper walked off—he knew that tone too well.

“He asked me. That’s why I came over.”

Keegan stepped behind your legs, shy, watching his dad.

“He’s supposed to be with Sofia. She’s gonna be taking pictures—I want him in them.”

“I can send you pictures of him watching the race,” you offered, trying to keep your tone light.

Rafe sighed. “Fine. Keep him. But before the race is over, he goes to Sofia. I want my son standing there to see me win.”

“Yeah, Rafe,” you muttered, refusing to engage further.

He knelt down to Keegan’s level. “You gonna cheer me on, buddy?”

“Yeah, Daddy! I’ll be watching. Maybe you can all win and share the trophy!”

Rafe laughed a little. “I don’t know about all that. Can I get a hug for good luck?”

Keegan threw his arms around him and whispered something in his ear before you took him back to your setup.

“Auntie Sarah!” Keegan shouted, running over to hug her, then gently tapping her bump. “Hi baby.”

Sarah beamed. “Hi, baby.”

“Mommy, I want a brother or sister. You and Daddy give me one.”

You nearly choked on your drink.

Sarah was dying laughing, covering her mouth while you glared at her.

Thankfully, John B showed up in time to save you. “Look who it is! Hey, bud!” he said, scooping Keegan up onto his hip.

With the race about to start, you set Keegan in the perfect spot—one where Rafe could see him clearly. You caught Sofia standing by the bikes, already raising her phone to record.

“Let’s go Rafe! You got this, baby!” she called, smile stretched wide.

“Let’s go Daddy!” Keegan echoed, bouncing excitedly.

JJ pulled up next to John B, who was right next to Topper. The line-up was tight.

“Damn, JJ. I’m surprised that piece of shit even turns over,” Topper joked.

“Don’t worry, Top. This piece of shit’s gonna kick your ass,” John B said, grinning.

“Don’t even stress, Topper,” Rafe chimed in, tapping his boy’s shoulder. “They’re losers in life, and this race won’t be any different.”

“Don’t be so sure, Rafe,” JJ replied, pulling up his bandanna.

Rafe glanced over at you and Keegan, giving a small nod before yanking on his helmet.

Engines revved. Keegan jumped up and down, clutching your hand.

Of course, Ruthie—Mrs. Barbie herself—was the damn flag girl.

“Get ready… set… Go!”

She waved the flag and the bikes shot off—except for JJ, whose engine stalled right at the line.

“Shit, go JJ!” Kie yelled as he finally got it roaring and peeled out after them.

And the race was on.

The roar of the engines shook the dirt track as the bikes tore off the line—dust trailing like smoke behind them. The crowd was loud, leaning over the guardrails, kids on shoulders, flags waving, people yelling names. You were sitting cross-legged behind the line, Keegan bouncing in your lap, gripping his toy car like it was a steering wheel.

The loudspeaker crackled alive.

“And they’re off! Topper Thornton gets the jump with a clean line down the inside! John B Routledge right on his back wheel—Cameron coming in hot from the outside, pushing to close the gap! And JJ Maybank—rough start, stalled off the line, but he’s catching up fast!”

The crowd cheered as the bikes disappeared around the bend.

“Did you see that jump Daddy did?!” Keegan yelled, eyes wide. “He went so high!”

“Yeah, baby, he’s flying out there.”

“I think Daddy’s gonna win! He’s zooming!”

“Rafe Cameron is holding strong in third, tailing Routledge—tight corner on the backside coming up, this is where things tend to get messy!”

The bikes appeared again on the far side of the track, mud flying as they ripped around the turn.

“And look at that! Cameron with the cut inside—he passes Routledge on the back corner like he owns the damn track!”

“Let’s go Daddy!” Keegan shouted, standing up now, little fists clenched, bouncing with excitement.

Kie leaned over, laughing, “Look at him—he’s more hyped than JJ.”

“Come on, Uncle JJ!” Keegan added quickly, still loyal. “You can catch ‘em!”

“Cameron now challenging for the lead! That’s Topper up front, but he’s not giving it up easy. Those two are teammates on paper, but you wouldn’t know it the way Cameron’s riding today.”

Sarah nudged you. “Rafe is locked in. You can always tell—look at his arms.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. Rafe was smooth on the bike, cutting lines like he’d built the track himself. Every turn was aggressive but controlled—classic Rafe, reckless with style.

“We’re heading into lap two now! Maybank making a big push—he’s already passed two other riders and is gaining on Routledge. The Pogues are climbing!”

Keegan held your hand, his little voice chanting softly like a spell, “Come on Daddy… come on Daddy…”

The bikes came flying around again—this time closer.

“Cameron takes the lead! What a move! He dives inside, nearly scrapes the tire off Topper’s bike, but he sticks it! That’s your new leader, folks—Rafe Cameron out front!”

“YEAHHH!” Keegan screamed, jumping up and down. “That’s my dad!”

People nearby smiled at him, a few Kooks clapping when Rafe took the lead. You spotted Sofia across the field, phone up, recording, her voice screaming out Rafe’s name.

“Look at his line! That’s textbook racing from Cameron—he’s widening the gap now. Thornton trying to hang on but slipping back. Routledge and Maybank still battling it out behind them, neck and neck!”

“Uncle JJ is right there!” Keegan shouted, eyes darting back and forth. “Maybe he’ll be second!”

The bikes raced by again, a blur of color and grit. Keegan covered his ears for a second as they screamed past, but his eyes never left Rafe’s number on the bike.

The final bend came into view, engines screaming through the heat as dust rolled into the air. Rafe was still in the lead, shoulders squared, body low, tearing through the turn like he had the win locked in. Topper pushed from behind but couldn’t close the gap.

“Rafe Cameron still out front with less than a quarter mile to go—but hold up, here comes JJ Maybank out of nowhere! He clears the gully! Maybank just jumped the gully!”

Your eyes widened, hand tightening around Keegan’s waist.

“Did you see that?! Maybank’s back tire barely touched the edge—he lands it, and he’s right behind Cameron!”

Keegan’s mouth dropped open. “Uncle JJ’s flying!”

The crowd roared. JJ was right on Rafe’s rear wheel now, pushing like a man with nothing to lose. Rafe glanced back—just a second—and realized JJ had closed the gap too fast.

They were neck and neck.

“We’ve got a battle for first! Cameron and Maybank are going at it! Cameron’s not giving it up—and Maybank wants it bad!”

They hit the next turn together, handlebars inches apart.

“He’s not gonna let JJ take it!” Kie screamed from beside you.

“Come on, JJ!” John B yelled near the rail, throwing his fist in the air.

At the last straightaway, JJ pulled ahead—barely—but Rafe leaned in closer. He wasn’t letting a pogue beat him. He never did.

“AND—OH! Cameron clips Maybank’s back tire! They’re down! They both go down hard!”

Gasps exploded from the crowd. Bikes skidded into the dirt, the impact sending JJ sliding across the track. Rafe flipped sideways, crashing to the ground in a cloud of dust and exhaust.

“Cameron and Maybank are OUT! They’re moving—but they’re out of the race! And John B—John B slams the brakes, stops just short of his best friend!”

JJ coughed, rolling over. “I’m good!” he yelled.

Rafe slammed his glove into the dirt, furious.

Keegan clutched your shirt tight. “What happened?! Mommy, what happened! Daddy fell!”

“They’re okay, baby,” you said quickly, kneeling down beside him. “It’s okay—he just tipped. He’s okay, I promise.”

“And there goes Topper Thornton, flying past the wreckage and taking the win! The field clears for Thornton, who claims first at this year’s Enduro after total chaos on the final stretch!”

Rafe was already on his feet, yanking his helmet off. JJ sat up, brushing dirt off his arms, glaring across the track.

You watched the tension stretch like a wire between them—Rafe breathing hard, jaw clenched. JJ shaking his head, blood on his elbow. John B helped JJ up, checking his shoulder.

Kooks cheered for Topper. Pogues stayed silent.

“Daddy’s okay?” Keegan asked again, still holding onto you.

You nodded. “He’s okay, look.” You pointed toward the track where Rafe is standing

[howlingday]

I'm right now trying to do Solo Leveling writing but my head won't let me until I get it out, so I'm giving it to you.

RWBY Brooklyn Nine Nine au

I've come with it to you before but I cooked up stuff.

P.S. I've never read Before the Dawn so I don't know NDGO's bad personalities, and will actively ignore those decisions cause they were dumb.

Captain Holt = James Ironwood

Sergeant Jeffords = Cardin

Jake Peralta = Jaune Arc

Amy Santiago = Nebula Violette

Rosa Diaz = Arslan Atlan

Charles Boyle = Sun Wukong (or whoever you want)

And that's all I have so far, and am giving it to you to make something cause it won't leave me alone, and I wanted to use other characters instead of the main eight.

Jaune: So... I take it Operation Nasty was a success~?

Ironwood: I'm assuming you mean Operation: Nasty Sex Lot?

Jaune: Isn't it how it's always been that way?

Ironwood: Didn't you see him flirting with me?

Jaune: Uh, no?

Ironwood: Then you're both blind AND a prude. The man was wearing a single-windsor knot tie; the easiest knot to untie. Might as well have shown up naked.

Jaune: I think you might have badly misread that interaction.

Ironwood: Oh, please. He did everything but lick his lips and purr. Ditch him! And bring me someone who can keep it in their slacks!

Penny: Did someone say to take off our slacks?

Jaune: No! Not even close!

Penny: Ah. I see. Please keep me informed, as my dogs are barking. (Exits)

Jaune: ...WHAT DOGS?!

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Cardin: Uh... Hey! Polendina! You got any surveillance equipment Arslan can borrow?

Penny: Ah! You are refering to my "creep kit"! (Lifts box) Here you are~! I have a spare ready in the car.

Arslan: See, Nebs? That's what a REAL friend looks like!

Penny: (Lifts glove to face, "Sniffs")

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Cardin: Arc, if there's any advice I can give you, it is this.

Cardin: DO. NOT. DO. IT.

Jaune: What? Don't you love your girls?!

Cardin: Of course! They're my whole world! Oh, Vivi this morning with her little bracelets~. So adorable~!

Jaune: Aw~.

Cardin: But they are a ton of work, man! If you are not completely and totally 100% sure you want 'em, you will never survive!

Jaune: Is it really that hard?

Cardin: YES! I never get any sleep. I'm always sick. I never get to watch anything I want on TV. I never finished Remnant: Lost Souls, but I can recite Bunya of the Sea from memory!

Cardin: Bunya, Bunya, Little Bunny of the Sea~! She's the little bunny with the blue tummy~!

Cardin: WHY DO I KNOW THAT?!

Jaune: I don't wanna watch kids movies. I wanna watch shows for adults and teens!

Cardin: And they are so manipulative! Yesterday, Gigi was sobbing, going on and on about how she thought she broke her leg, meanwhile Vivi and Cici snuck in the kitchen and stole an entire bowl of cookies!

Jaune: Geez, your kids are monsters...

Cardin: HEY! Those are my kids, Arc! Watch it!

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Sun: So, uh, what's the deal? Something awkward happen? I can probably relate. Dish, bitch~!

Jaune: Arslan got dumped out of the blue because she cares more about being a huntress than hanging out with Reese- (PUNCH'D) OW! There's just no winning with you!

Sun: Ah, so you got dumped, huh? Didn't see it coming? Oho, brother, can I relate~! Total Wukong Country!

Arslan: (Rolls her eyes)

Sun: Here's what you gotta do.

Cardin: C'mon, Wukong.

Sun: (Backing up with Cardin) Beg her to take you back! Don't be afraid to cry! I'm talking serious waterworks! Tears, sweat, snot, and maybe even pee!

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Cardin: STOP! I've got a headache from Salem herself!

Penny: Ah! A classic huntsman rhetoric of drinking hard liquor before entering work?

Cardin: No, I've just got a tension headache from this huntsman exam coming up! I've been stress-eating like crazy and I've had nothing but hard-boiled egg yolks all morning! Half a dozen cartons worth before 9!

Jaune: Gross.

Nebula: I've been there before. March 13th, two years ago, I also had a high-grade pre-test full-test freakout. I was in the middle of advanced leadership finals and-

Jaune: I'm gonna stop you right there, Nebs, because I already know how this story ends.

Nebula: Oh, really?! You know that I crapped my pants in the middle of the exam?!

Jaune: Oh my god, no! I thought you were going to say you got a B-plus!

Nebula: Well, I definitely got a B-M~.

Jaune: Noice~! (High fives)

[taeminie]

Only Friends: Dream On (2025)

[alaskan-wallflower]

hot take but it’s incredibly hypocritical to tell people to get over steve and randy not being in the musical because they weren’t “important characters” but simultaneously turn around and bitch and moan that people don’t think ace and bev are real characters. you’re not better than anyone else just because “well I don’t get mad over the erasure of steve and randy because they weren’t important mmyes hmhmhm” like having a superiority complex the size of the fucking sun isn’t a flex 😭

(also biased opinion but steve and randy might not have had much screen time but they were still so so so important. randy was the one who broke through to ponyboy. randy was the one who carried on bob’s name and was able to tell the reader and pony the real reason behind bobs action. randy was the one who gave that heart to heart to ponyboy when he needed it. randy was marcia’s boyfriend. randy was bobs best friend. steve is soda’s best friend, but he’s so much more than that. he’s scared of cops but still ran over to dally with broken ribs just to try and save him. steve was the only one who cried when dally died, and he was the only one who cried when johnny died. steve’s pony’s frenemy, he’s great with cars and is the only one with a remotely healthy relationship. he fights alongside everyone else, he fights for his friends, he’s a part of the gang. the “they weren’t important to the story” thing is so stupid. it’s okay to not like them or whatever but don’t deny that they had a huge part in the story.)

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

svsss omegaverse secondary sexes because i have brain worms

this was actually kind of hard. on one hand, pidw is a stallion novel written mostly as fan-service, so of course there’s gonna be lots of papapa between the mega-ultra-super-alpha and all his pretty omega flowers. airplane would’ve written it to be the horny drivel that is, in some sense, the beloved heart of omegaverse.

on the other hand, eye personally think omegaverse can be so much more interesting than ‘alpha=masculine powerful manly man, omega=feminine weak submissive and breedable.’ gentle alphas, delicate alphas, powerful feminine regardless of gender. aggressive omegas, assertive omegas, direct and violent and capable omegas regardless of gender. that’s good fuckin soup, and i feel like that probably existed in airplane’s original drafts before he started pumping out the fanservice.

ANYWAYS, this is the list:

shen yuan: omega, much to his chagrin

luo binghe: alpha (obviously)

ning yingying: omega

ming fan: beta

shen qingqiu: alpha (half-bitched, but his condition is managed and no one but mqf knows)

yue qingyuan: alpha (but he’s got a whole thing going on on too)

mu qingfang: beta

qi qingqi: beta

liu qingge: beta (which is the shock of shocks to shen yuan when he finds out)

liu mingyan: alpha

shang qinghua: beta

mobei-jun: alpha

sha hualing: beta

tianlang-jun: alpha

zhuzhi-lang: omega

su xiyan: beta

old washerwoman: beta

old palace master: beta (but he hides it with fake pheromones, medicines, qi manipulation, and magical artifacts)

little palace mistress: omega

gongyi xiao: alpha

qiu jianluo: alpha

qiu haitang: omega

almost all of bingge’s harem: omegas

[albon-no]

the atmosphere I keep it clear in my mother fuckin' prius

MFPR1US - sophie truax

[ulteri0rm0tives]

Ik that man is walking outta those 50 looong years of sensory deprivation not above begging for once Ik it in my heart of hearts to b true and y'all who get it get it and can

[carbonateds-oda]

it doesn’t fully hit chuuya that he misses dazai until winter hits and the cold that touches his skin feels achingly familiar but still not close enough to the way no longer human would flood his senses with relief whenever dazai used to touch him and he realizes that no cold breeze could ever replicate that feeling or satisfy his restless soul the way the chill of Dazai’s touch could

[adhd-winterfalcon]

watched Brave New World and Thunderbolts, sambucky how i missed you…

[weeby-monster-the-bastard]

part 3 of my mother naming anime characters YBC ver

tooru = edwin itome = gavin akemi= tyler Yuri ayato = pauly "the weez" shikitani= michael schwartz tamura= reggie kashima= fernando toono= alexander yaguchi= cameron

my mother she's at it she is killing me with gavin and tyler

[voidcat]

notes: implied power imbalance, ex!hoshina soichiro, glossed over kinda but both him and reader are a bit weird about one another

Soichiro pats your head and always talks in a tone different than he uses for others. Cooes at you, talks like he’s guiding you through something or protecting you— cherry on top, though is how he'll look at you, really look at you, no more of that condescending of infantilzaing behavior, eyes open and you can see his pupils- like a predator's yet something akin to warmth, the most kindness he could even gather.

he pats you on the head and looks, "you still that innocent little kid with those big curious eyes, y'know?" and along the lines you can hear him ask silently, 'what do you want from me one last time?'

it's been years and it it still the same, if you could calculate how long you've spent with one another, as something- acquaintances, maybe- perhaps friends if you decided to expand the borders of the term. for someone you've known for so long, the time spent together is so little, yet none of it is up for comparison. not when you know the years inbetween he kept an eye on, and you always had an ear in the open, waiting for any mention of his name in the passing. the invisible hand that always reaches out from behind the shadows and that serpentine smile etched onto your memory forever.

maybe to the untrained eye, it'd appear soichiro will forever hold this power over you- that comes with all difference between your ranks once, with experience, age and everything else. yet the leash stands in your hand, his hand wrapped around yours tightly, offering it to you on golden platter with that smile always creating a storm at the pit of your stomach.

[nerdyenby]

Maybe it’s just in my head but I feel like we’ve already had a handful of last second censors in wild life and we’re only two episodes in

[mxtheo3]

Avon standing like a real dramatic king while once again being ready to fuck off and leave everyone

What a mood

[good-to-drive]

It's competitive but I think my favorite Conan anecdote is when he told his therapist "Everyone hates me, they think I have no talent and they wish I would just go away," and his therapist said "That's called negative self-talk and you have to realize it's just the depression talking" and Conan said "Self-talk? I'm just quoting my latest review!"

[haomnyangz]

zhang hao (et disciples) music bank festival japan edition