#a bit ooc

[abyssh4rk]

a bit ooc,

but i instantly imagined it like this

now i need more info about the Witches who turned into cookies so I can do "cannibalism as a metaphor for love" for Black Forest Cookie

[princescar]

feeding tumblr my half asleep scraps bc I haven't done much outside of the October prompts

Forcing the public to read Spyxfamily

[gh0stfxc3]

Sengen school au (pt1? 🤔)

School AU where both of them are senior high.

Both of them met outside of school. Gen was the first one to notice Senku and was immediately interested. He didn't exactly know why he was so attracted to the man and was not sure what to do with that. He never exactly felt like this before as he viewed love as stupid. His fallen in love before and had his heart broken far too many times which resulted in him viewing love as something not necessary to his survival.

Senku on the other hand, knew him before. Or at least noticed him, sure Gen doesn't have a lot of friends, nor is a popular guy in school but it's hard to not notice him when his practically everywhere, his features and uneven hair isn't exactly something you can ignore.

Gen was the first one to interact with Senku. He was tasked alongside 5 other students to inform club members of different subject departments and interests to help with an upcoming event. While the others were collecting the other club members, Gen was tasked to go and inform the science club, that's where he talked to Senku personally.

Senku was annoyed at first to be interrupted but he supposed it can't be helped if it's an announcement. He found Gen to be interesting, the way he talked and delivered his words were.. soothing. He doesn't usually feel this way and he was really weirded out.

What really weirded Senku out was the letters he received after the interaction with Gen. It's not a coincidence that he got those after talking with the guy, right? Though, from what he got from a friend, the letter was from a girl.

Gen made a rash decision and made Senku a letter. It was stupid and it's not like they were from elementary but what was he supposed to do? everytime he sees the guy, it's like his emotions go haywire! either way, if it this doesn't work out then it doesn't. Plus, if this really means he likes Senku then he needs to do something about it. His not the type of guy to sit around and ogle at someone who won't like him back if he only admires from afar, seriously how do people do that and expect anything in return??

Surprisingly enough, Gen received a reply, his friend was the one who delivered it. Seriously? he got a reply?? if anything he expected Senku to forget about it but seems like the higher ups has other plans.

[ask-the-younger-sawyer]

live footage of your sister and your sister in law

oh the divorce!

[infiniteeight8]

Hi can you do Alpha/Omega? But Alpha Stephen is part of a mafia and Omega Tony is a kindergarten teacher? Go ham with it! Maybe add a bit of smut too? :)

Alas, there is not enough space in the type of prompts I do to establish their dynamics and careers and also do smut (I didn’t even get much into Tony’s career). Which is partly because I can’t seem to do smut short. But that doesn’t make it less true. LOL. So I’m afraid you shall have to settle for the non-smutty version. 🙂

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“That man is waiting for you again,” Scott says, leaning back through the door to alert Tony. The uncertainty on his face is clear; someone repeatedly waiting outside the school for one of the staff is rarely a good thing.

Tony appreciates the thought, especially given how intimidating Stephen can be, but he’s not worried. “It’s okay, Scott,” he says, pushing the door open and stepping outside.

Sure enough, it’s Stephen. He’s dressed in a crisp dark suit and is leaning against the side of a sleek black town car with tinted windows. Tinted windows like that are illegal in New York, but that’s the least of Stephen’s concerns. Tony walks right up to him. They must make an odd sight, Stephen in his fancy threads and Tony in faded jeans and a bright red t-shirt. “If you keep showing up like this,” he says, “the staff are going to start talking.”

Stephen straightens up and opens the back door of the car for Tony. “That’s the point,” he says coolly.

Tony hesitates for just a moment. Getting into an unfamiliar car with an alpha is against all kinds of omega safety tips. But Stephen has always been a gentleman. He also tends to treat refusals as openings for negotiation. Everyone has a price, and Stephen excels at finding it. Tony knows that from personal experience. He gets into the car.

Stephen follows, and the driver pulls away from the curb the moment the door thumps shut. “Where are we going?” Tony asks.

“Dinner,” Stephen says. Tony tries to cover his sudden unease, but Stephen is too sharp. “Somewhere different,” he says, voice gentling a bit. “I know you didn’t like the last place.”

Tony hadn’t said so, but he’s not wrong. Even so, he ought to say no. It’s clear, now, that Stephen is interested in more than conversation, and he’s exactly the wrong sort of alpha for Tony. Except that his scent is wonderful, absolutely everything that Tony could ask for, and he’s been so careful, so strategic. It’s hard to resist someone who thinks he’s worth so much effort. “No dress code?” They’d waived it for him last time, at Stephen’s request. That had made Tony less comfortable, not more.

“No dress code,” Stephen promises.

Tony lets out a soft breath. “Okay.”

[lverash]

bottom!leviathan (drabble)

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“mn—! h-harder…”

“are you enjoying it, leviathan? being treated like a whore?”

his hand covering his mouth looking at the situation he’s in. looking down to see the juices his cock is leaving on his stomache. the way you’re moving your hips in and out of him, abusing his hole. he wanted you to treat him worse, like a toy that doesn’t have feelings. he wants you to bite and mark him in places where other devils could see.

the desk creaked louder and louder as time went on and you’ve fucked him in three different positions already. you wanted to make this the last round as your hips got tired out from the constant movement. “levi, this is the last one so make sure you don’t pass out.” you said before reaching your hands out and choked him. you gripped his neck long and hard until he finally came and squirted his cum everywhere on his desk.

“i hope we can do this again next time, levi” you said while putting your bottoms back on.

[ohkate]

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Married Dorks, Ian Gallagher Loves Mickey Milkovich, Mickey Milkovich Loves Ian Gallagher, Domestic Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Gallavich, text fic, Sexting Summary:

After their business takes off and they aren't working together as much anymore, Ian and Mickey start sharing dirty texts back and forth to get through their day.

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This is legit just an excuse for me to write some tooth-rotting fluff and I love these types of fics. I was in that kind of mood, lol. Hope you like!

[robotic-little-fellow]

I had to buy a new controller last night again, I think Big brother and I need to stop playing games against each other..

Oh, also nobody should use the kitchen. Someone broke the sink somehow. That's all!

OOC : I'm not going to be posting at all on Sept. 19, It's a special event [it's not my birthday so please don't say happy b-day]. Sorry everyone.🫶

[no-ditches-no-bitches]

(I’m sorry for asking so many questions- if you can even call them that-) you tryna wear a tutu again?-

“HA! you wish.”

((ooc: dw i don’t mind, I crave asks mwahaha.))

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

A Touch Of Something New

Prompt: - ⋆ "please, i'm begging you. don't make me watch the nightmare before christmas again." (Credit to @/scealaiscoite for this writing prompt which you can find here!<3)

Summary: Logan has been overworking himself for weeks on end and Virgil has become increasingly more and more worried about him, at a time when he least expects it, he comes up with an idea on how to get him to take a break.

Ship: romantic analogical

CW/TW: self-neglect due to hyperfocus and exhaustion (forgetting to eat, sleep, drink water, etc.)

Logan blinked slowly at the screen in front of him, hands in his hair, eyes irritated and threatening to close. He looked down to the bottom right to check the time. It was 3:26 AM, he had been working for 5 hours straight. His movements felt measured and drawn out as he sunk down into his chair. He was so, so tired. The script he was working on for the next video was barely done.

He closed his eyes and the burning feeling in his eyes became worse. Everything ached and he so desperately wanted to crawl next to his boyfriend and sleep.

Virgil had been begging him to take a break for weeks, to spend time with him, to eat, to drink water, anything, just stop working for two seconds; he insisted he was fine, that he could go without it, reminding him that he loved him dearly but he couldn’t pull his focus away from this right now. He begrudgingly opened his eyes and turned his chair around to face their bed.

The room was dark except for the blue light from the computer screen. His eyesight was fuzzy, but he noticed that Virgil had curled up against a pillow, his pillow. He sighed and turned around, powering his computer down hazily, watching as his progress faded into a black screen. He stared for a second, wanting to power it back on and force himself to work until sunrise.

He shook his head and sighed, getting up out of his chair. The room spun for a few long seconds before he felt someone’s arms wrap around his waist and hook their head over his shoulder. “Are you coming to bed?” Virgil said in his ear sleepily. When had Virgil gotten out of bed? He felt like he was going crazy.

Logan rubbed his eyes with his palms and nodded. He needed to sleep. “Thank you.” Virgil whispered before letting him go.

They both got into bed and Virgil pulled him into him, hooking his head over his shoulder again, whispering sweet nothings in his ear in his half asleep state.

“You work too hard Lo, but I love you.”

“Thank you for coming to bed, it’s the first step towards actually taking care of yourself”

“I’m proud of you.”

Logan was barely registering what Virgil was saying, but sank into his touch nevertheless. “Mhmmm” he responded every so often.

When Virgil noticed the responses becoming few and far between he began to stop talking and started planting small kisses on top of his head.

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Logan awoke to Virgil running his fingertips along his arm and staring at him lovingly.

“Good morning” he said gently

Logan smiled, but it quickly faded as his worries for the script took over. It was like watching storm clouds roll in over a sunny sky. Virgil saw the look in his eyes and took his face in his hands. “Honey, please, I am begging you, don’t think about work, just for today.”

Logan feigned a weak smile.

“Y’know, it’s almost Halloween, which means Christmas is even closer, so I was thinking instead of you working we could—“

"please, i'm begging you. don't make me watch the nightmare before christmas again." Logan interjected playfully.

“No, not that. I actually wanted to just hang out today; drink hot cocoa and watch horror movies? and maybe…cuddle a bit?” He said the last part quietly, he was a bit desperate for more psychical contact at this point, considering Logan and him hadn’t had any time together awake for atleast two weeks straight.

“I’ll make the drinks,” he said happily, “Do you want anything while I’m in the kitchen?” Logan asked

Virgil shook his head, a little grin on his face, he was just glad he was taking care of himself for the first time in a while.

He left the room, and with the way that he was positioned, he watched as Logan, with a huge smile on his face, giddily prepared their drinks. He never showed too much affection outwardly, that’s just how he was, but whenever he got the chance Virgil would watch as he did little things to show how happy he was. Smiling like it was the last time he ever would, humming, melting into Virgil’s touch whenever he let himself be relaxed for a moment. Virgil found it adorable, those little moments of his.

Logan added multiple tiny marshmallows into Virgil’s drink, watching them melt a little, just the way he liked it. He added whipped cream into his, and walked back into the room to find Virgil smiling to himself.

“What is it that you’re thinking about?” He said, interested, handing Virgil his drink.

He took it, and looked down to see the white sugar of the marshmallows mixing with the cocoa; it was as if he could feel the love of all of these years suddenly encapsulating the room.

He looked up, still smiling. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. I just really love you.”

[apathetic-tortoise]

Gram: I’m so happy, I could kiss you

Black: um…. Neat

*later*

Black, lying face down on his bed: I said "neat," White. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

White, reading a book: don't beat yourself up too much. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Sean confessed to me?

Black: Didn’t you thank him?

White: *looks up tiredly*

White: I fucking thanked him

[mylilsoysauce]

"He's gone..."

"Yet I still cling."

[suizai]

SASAKI FROM WHEN MARNIE WAS THERE IS SO BUTCH LESBIAN CODED OMFG

WE SHARE THE SAME THOUGHTS CAUSE LIKE UR SO RIGHT??

[paul-j-matthews]

What tf does this mean?? Hmm??

"Paul has many dark secrets"

Well that's interesting I don't know who could've-

*Paul takes off running*

[doors-worstenemy]

Writing a slinkborg fic rn and it took a turn that I didn't expect so I'm sharing a cute detail to cope with sudden despair I've put on them in:

Just before they eat dinner the trio break out into their own separate tasks. Trivial tasks they don't even need to think about it, or remember if they ever talked to each other about it, did they assign these roles themselves? Either way, none minded. Slique was content tidying up the kitchen, cleaning any dishes and putting away any leftover ingredients. His favorite part of cleaning was probably watching Kyborg get too excited over such small things. He'd watch Kyborg skitter in between the kitchen and dining room, collecting utensils and plates to set the table. Kyborg of course wouldn't stop at simply setting the table, everything with him had to be over the top. He'd always light candles in the middle of the table and layout a fresh tablecloth, placing everything perfect and straight. It was a bit much, but Slique and Brink always found it charming. Just as Kyborg finishes up he gets to watch Brink walk in from the backyard, a small white fox in his arms and a long snake draped around his neck. He'd situate the animals in the other room, always failing to keep them calm as he filled their food bowls. With the house now brimming with yapping and hissing, the trio would finally get to sit with each other, picking at their food as they become more interested in talking amongst each other than actually eating. Even if ending up with cold food bothered Kyborg a bit, he wouldn't change anything about their routine.

[noxspost]

Cat-síth ethari

"I am ethari of the hunt, I speak for the outcasts, if you are cruel I will kill you cunt!"