#gush:{📼}

[heartofbalemoon]

been finishing up on the current zzz mini-events and then BAM!! SIGHTING OF MY POOKIE OVERLORD..... 🥰🥰🥰❤️💞💗💞💕 she wants action with her love stories and honestly i don't blame her hshshgh,, 😤🙂‍↕️✨️💕

[caracello]

nnneed need need need need need need. whatthe hell is this.

[nerdyramennoodle]

Finished TMA, I know I rarely post but here's a WIP </3

Also here's my ratings and some thoughts I had...

💥SPOILERS💥

S1 8/10

Some of the best statements, slow start and wish we had more time with Sasha and Tim bc of how much we get later on, amazing finale episodes and the second half really picks up by the end I was captivated.

S2 9/10

Amazing starting to learn more lore, loved paranoid Jon and all the Martin stuff we get, the tunnel stuff was actually terrifying and this season really had a great motif with the supplementals idk wether to call this season one of the scariest or funniest. Also Daisy Basira and Melanie slowly becoming more relevant is amazing I love them so much! Also the pay off with Not!Sasha attacking Jon and the Elias reveal is amazing!

S3 10/10

Probably my favorite because of how many gems you get, Episode 100 being hilarious, Michael's backstory, learning Martin and Tim's reasons for getting the job, Tim's connection to the Stranger who has been built up as one of my favorite villians and being personified through Nikola AAHAHH I love this season sm. MY GIRL MELANIE getting so much more time, OMG and the trips Jon goes on to discover more about his connection to the Eye and all the different avatars! Ugh I could gush about this season for hours. The perfect mix of spooky and lore and funny with a tragic ending.

S4 9/10

Still amazing but is docked a point because of how much less Martin and Melanie time you get, also I've never been a fan of the coma trope and was getting skeptical at the beginning but it pays off alot, I love how much Daisy and Basira get here and how much Jon really changes, loosing Tim and essentially loosing Martin is really interesting for his charcter growth and this is the season you can really feel it and SEE it and it also sets up his hero complex he gets for next season, loosing Sasha and Tim really has an important effect on his character. Also they make it so believable how Jon starts to realize he has feelings for Martin and how much he misses him and all the moments you get of him mourning the friendship they had gotten in s3. It's a lot to explore and as much as I was skeptical at first the pay off with Jon changing sm and THE FINALE!! is really worth it. This season also has my personal favorite Finale of all the seasons.

S5 9.5/10

I won't write too much about s5 because I'm still digesting it bc it's alot, but I loved it! The way Jon and Martin's interactions are so realistic and fun to hear, and the impending doom, that you realize half way though, that one or both of them may die is crushing but great. This season also has more scary statments that didnt affect me as much in s4 more like s2 and 3 again. Also love all the stuff the girlies get, and along with s3 hurting my soul so much this season managed to bring me to tears twice, with Daisy, Jon and Martin RIP </3

Overall I love this series so much and I loved listening to it I might listen to protocol now but I need a small break ugh...

📼👁🦷🦴🫀🕸🐈‍⬛☁️

[the-audio-archive]

⠀ »(EPISODE 2)«

╭──────────╮

𝚂𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎?

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└——————— - [ 📼 ]. +〘𝚈𝚎𝚜〙 or 𝚗𝚘

⠀⠀✧ 1:20 ─〇───── 15:00

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⇄   ◃◃   ⅠⅠ   ▹▹   ↻

Okay, listeners! The radio is fixed! My friend received the parts, and we both have the next couple hours free, so let’s see if I can connect with Blu again! It’s about the same time we talked to them last time, anyways! Okay… zeki, would you introduce yourself while I set the radio station?

You hear some fidgeting with the radio while a new voice pipes up, deeper than the previous two that have previously been heard. It sounds a little bit husky underneath the drowsiness.

Hi, I’m Ezekiel. Novah calls me zeki. I work in IT for a big company, and have a passion for technology. Especially radios, as I’m sure you’ve heard. Um… I guess that’s intro enough, they look done.

Wonderful intro, zeki, couldn’t have introduced you better myself! There’s a slight pause before Novah continues speaking. Is Blu there?

Yes she is! I recognize that voice! What happened last time?

Novah immediately responded, sounding thrilled.

Blu! I’m guessing your pronouns are she/her then? Good to know! My radio is super old, and parts are… apparently uncommon. It gave out on me unexpectedly, so I had my friend fix it! Zeki is here now, actually! He’s making sure this time runs smoothly.

Hi, Blu!

Hihi! Good to hear from you again, Novah! And nice to meet you, Zeki! My pronouns are she/he/they actually! Gosh, your radio really gave out on you? That must’ve been so stressful!! How hard was it to fix, since the parts are uncommon?

Oh! Okay! Thank you for sharing your pronouns! Zeki should answer the mechanical stuff. I don’t really know much when it comes to that.

Well, I won’t bore you with the semantics. You just have to know where to look, and be okay with using parts that will work, just aren’t necessarily built for that specific radio or whatever you’re repairing. It’s… kind of like building a new computer in a way- you don’t have to buy all the parts from one manufacturer. You can mix and match as long as the computer can run okay and do what you want it to do in the end because the parts are compatible. The most tedious part was the shopping, the rest was fun since i like working with my hands.

Oh! Okay! It’s so cool that you know how to work with electronics like that! If we ever speak again, I’d love to hear more about electronic repair! How do you even know so much about this kind of stuff?

Blu sounded like he genuinely intended to ask about the topic at a later date, and must think electronics were interesting, much like Zeki.

Picked it up as a hobby, and I have a career in IT. Wasn’t too bad college wise, only took four years to get my computer science degree!

Novah piped up next, sounding ready to move topics.

Blu, last time we spoke, you said you had a lot of extra curricular activities for school? What ones do you have?

You could hear the extra excitement in Blu’s already unusually animated voice as she spoke about her activities. She sounds like she truly cares and is into what she is gushing about!

Yes! Gosh, I have so many things! I’m in a science club; I’m one of the club leaders, so I help find conventions and events for us to attend, plan what happens each meeting, lead the club meetings and discussions, things like that! I’ve also joined a ham radio club, I’m there right now! I’m just one of the attendees though! I definitely don’t know enough about ham radio to run the club! That’s just school activities though, I also volunteer at the library near where I live, and I work on drag looks and post them online, I want to be a content creator for drag specifically some day!

You hear some delighted chuckles from both Novah and Zeki before Zeki pipes up again.

Wow, sounds like you’re incredibly busy! Do you have any time for relaxation, kiddo?

No, well, sort of! I get some here and there, mostly on weekends, but I like my schedule pretty full! I like to always be doing something, I feel happier and more like myself when I’m out doing things and interacting with others! So, I guess I don’t really need downtime!

You hear what you assume is Zeki cluck his tongue, but was just ambiguous enough to be Zeki or Novah, realistically.

Be careful to not burn yourself out or keep a too busy schedule, kiddo! I know we just met, but I truly do want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

There was a short pause, and it sounded like Novah started to say something before Blu nervously piped up.

Thanks zeki! Don’t worry, I’m definitely taking care of myself! I’ll keep my schedule in mind, though. Speaking of which, I gotta head home and work on homework. Maybe I’ll catch you both another time!

The radio started to play static, and you hear it get turned off. you hear Novah start to give Zeki an earful.

Did you have to lecture Blu about his schedule, Zeki? I know they’re just a kid, but I’m sure they have themselves figured out!

The recording clicked off.

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𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

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𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙱?

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└——————— - [ 📼 ]. + 𝚈𝚎𝚜 or 〘𝚗𝚘〙

[80slovemail]

˗ˏˋ ★ ― 80slovemail ‼

╭ ݁ ⭒ ⏜ ꒰ scorpio / scott(y) ꒱ ─ ⊹ ֹ ₊

☆﹔they/he .

＞＜﹒6teen !!

﹒transmasc queer yumedanshi ﹒𐙚

♱ . click for strawpage :P

hello yumeblr!!! you can call me scotty :333 im just entering the selfshipping community bcuz i wanna interact with likeminded people!1!!!11!!

im a 6teen year old autistic transmasc with a love for 80s/90s movies and the aesthetics of the 00s web!!11!

i plan to gush about f/os here and maybe do some polls/asks/etc for the community :D i really just wanted to feel accepted and make some friends lololololz

im generally cringe and silly :PP

˗ˏˋ DNI ˎˊ˗

basic dni criteria obvi -_-

proshippers

anti oc x canon or selfship (why are you no fun?? lololololz)

trolls/rage bait >:(

anti headcanons n stuff (again, no fun?????)

anti neopronouns and xenogenders

if you're going to "reality check" me

selfshipping is something i do for comfort and fun!! im not superduper serious about it and i dont consider myself fictosexual (but i respect people who identify with that) i have a girlfriend i love her sosososo much!1!!! i am separating fiction from reality, i just want to smooch some characters

★ ⋮ F/O LIST ⸝⸝

scott's romantic f/os

📼 💿 . . . jason dean — heathers (film)

📼 💿 . . . mark hunter — pump up the volume

📼 💿 . . . brian kelly — gleaming the cube

📼💿 . . . rowan laslow — wednesday

📹 💾 ‎. . . leon s. kennedy — resident evil

headcanons for these guys r in my strawpage!!

scott's familial f/os

📹 💿 . . . winn schott jr — supergirl (tv series)

adoptive father

📹 💿 . . . steve harrington — stranger things

older brother

📹 💿 . . . christian wolff — the accountant

adoptive father

key !

non sharing (see note) : 📼

sharing : 📹

yumeship : 💿

oc x cc : 💾

notezzz!!

nonsharing is NOT a strict rule for me. i will still interact with you, talk about f/o source material, etc if you're comfortable and respectful about it!1!1 TBH my f/os are like slightly "obscure"/uncommon, so i doubt i will have many encounters where this is relevant lolololololzz

ive seen discourse about f/oz played by actors. i do not ship myself with the actor. just bcuz my f/os are played by christian slater doesn't mean they are him plsplspls hes my favorite actor but my love for the characters is SEPARATE!1!1!

OKAAYAYAY bye yumeblr1!1!1! i hope to make some friends meeow :33

[watched-kettle]

[ Art credits : @/time-woods , @/menacingmanatee , @/anattmar , @/reddstardust ]

Why, hello there !

Welcome to my selfship brainrot blog !! I'll mainly be posting abt my f/o, but I'll repost general yume stuff as well ! Honestly, just imagine this blog is a lil diary / shrine where you can expect me to gush about Jon ♡ and little else hehe.

And as for a bit about me . . .

I am Martin Blackwood in the flesh ( spiritual & psychological permashift ) and I am soul bonded with Jonathan Sims ( TMA — not the writer ).

My selfshipping is very important to me due to past life memories and such, so please be respectful of that when interacting ! I haven't found my Jon in this life yet... but that doesn't mean I can't give him plenty of love here in the meantime !

Blog Tags :

❛ 🌧️ ❟ martin chats — general

❛ 👁️ ❟ eye love you — Jon posting

❛ 🫖 ❟ my cup of tea — reposts

❛ 📼 ❟ through the static — asks

I don't have a DNI beyond doubles of me and others who selfship with Jon I suppose.. just don't be a twit !!! And for sourcemates; please keep in mind that I'm chrono 18 before interacting ! ( I interact from @foggedtea )

[xxselfindulgencexx]

F/O/selfship list

I'm cool sharing so don't worry about that

I apologize I know this list is going to be long, I just like a lot of characters in a less than normal manner.

I actually adore hearing from and seeing people who share F/Os with me so please, feel free to gush or ramble or whatever!

This is for organization, and may get updated occasionally because I cannot enjoy media normally it seems.

Also this should go without saying but I can't control the characters I like, so please don't start drama about the fictional murderers, thank you.

Can't get you out of my head

The main ones I think about far too often

Sans and Papyrus (Any Undertale AU it seems, if i put every au sans I like on here it would be far too long lol)

💖💜🐰🥩🔪 Springtrap (FNAF)

💖💜🐰📼🔪⚠️ Glitchtrap (FNAF)

💖🧡🌌🩻 Anya (Mouthwashing)

Near and Dear to my heart

I may not daydream of them as often, but I still adore them deeply

💖🖤🪦🐈‍⬛ Narinder (Cult of the Lamb)

💖👹🔪🥩 Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

💖💜🔪✨ William Afton (FNAF)

💖💜🔪🚩 "Dave Miller" (FNAF)

💖💜🔪🧸 William Afton (FNaF) (agegap)

💖🩶🦊🧸 Michael Afton (FNaF) (Agegap)

💖💛👑✨ Emperor Belos (The Owl House)

💖💘🌸🎧🌈 Emberlynn Pinkle (Helluva Boss)

💖❤️‍🩹❤️❤️‍🔥🚩 The Vee's (Hazbin Hotel)

💖💞☀️🌛✨ Daycare Attendants (FNAF)

💖🧡🍞🌅 Peeta Mallark (Hunger Games book trillogy specifically)

💖🩶🐰🎩 Frankie (Finding Frankie) (All 3)

💖🖤🐇🔫 Mukuro Ikusaba (Danganronpa)

💖💚🍀✨ Nagito Komeada (Danganronpa 2)

💖💚♟️✨ Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa)

💖💜🎲✨ Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa V3)

💖💙🔍✨ Shuichi Sahaira (Danganropna V3)

💖💜📚🔪 Toko Fukawa (Danganronpa)

💖🖤🐇🔫 Mukuro Ikusaba (Danganronpa)

💖❤️💾🐱 707/Seyoung Choi (Mystic Messanger)

Budding Romance

The ones I only casually like, they may go up or down the list

💖🩷🌷📷 Haley (Stardew Valley)

💖💜🐇🔑🔫 Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus)

💖✨🐍🔮 Asra (The Arcana)

💖🖤👻 Ghostface (Scream)

💖🧡🎯✨ Hajime Hinata (Danganronpa 2)

💖🖤☕️🧸 Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler) (agegap)

Plantonic

I like them in a queer platonic or familial way, also prone to change

💖💚🔦⚠️ Vanessa (Fnaf) (Platonic)

💖🩷🕸️✨ Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) (Queer platonic)

💖🩷🐱🎮✨ Chiyaki (Danganronpa 2) (Queer Platonic)

💖🖤🐹✨ Gundam Tanaka (Danganronpa 2) (Queer Platonic)

💖🩷🛸✨ Zim (Invader Zim) (Queer Platonic)

💖💜🦝 Rambly Racoon (Indigo Park) (Platonic this is my son)

💖💛🪶Hunter (The Owl House) (Plantonic, this is my son)

💖🩵🤡🎉 Fizzoroli (Helluva Boss) (Queer platonic)

💖💙🍎✨ Wally Darling (Welcome Home) (Queer Platonic)

💖❤️🦌🔪✨ Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) (Queer Platonic)

The departed

Characters I used to like, but the attraction faded. Basically my phases that happened on this blog

💖💚🦎 Double Trouble (Shera 2018) (Queer Platonic)

Y/b (Your Boyfriend canon) (romantic)

[darkrpfinders]

📼hello everyone! after recently diving back into the marvel universe, i’m looking for a roleplay! to begin, i’m 25, and i consider myself to be advance lit, so i’m looking for 18+ writers of a similar style. i also strictly stick to discord, as it’s easiest for me to write on, though i usually stick to tumblr for plotting.

so, moving on to the fun stuff! i’m looking for an mxf, ocxoc plot, with myself playing as an f!oc of mine! in short, my oc (early twenties) had once been a marine, but after a freak accident that left her squad thinking she was dead, my oc was left behind, later being taken in by hydra. they turned her into one of their agents, brainwashing her, torturing her, the whole shebang.

ideally, i’d love to pair her with a s.h.i.e.l.d. agent, possibly somebody sent to investigate hydra, whether it be from tips about activity somewhere, an attack, so on. i’m open to other types of characters as well though! i’m very happy to listen to any input my partner may have. bring me your sunshine, “nothing could go wrong, i love my job” characters, your hardened, gloomy soldiers who just want a nap, anything! further plot discussions can happen over dms.

overall, i’m looking for something with lots of hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, angst, and even some healing down the road. dark topics will certainly be a part of this roleplay, so i ask that you’re okay with that. i also ask that my partner is very open to brainstorming, so i’m not just bouncing ideas off of a wall. i absolutely love talking ooc, gushing about our characters, sending pinterest posts, songs, etc., so i’d be very happy if my partner did the same!

i think that’s about it! please like this post or message me, and i will reach out as soon as i can!

.

[prpfz]

📼hello everyone! after recently diving back into the marvel universe, i’m looking for a roleplay! to begin, i’m 25, and i consider myself to be advance lit, so i’m looking for 18+ writers of a similar style. i also strictly stick to discord, as it’s easiest for me to write on, though i usually stick to tumblr for plotting.

so, moving on to the fun stuff! i’m looking for an mxf, ocxoc plot, with myself playing as an f!oc of mine! in short, my oc (early twenties) had once been a marine, but after a freak accident that left her squad thinking she was dead, my oc was left behind, later being taken in by hydra. they turned her into one of their agents, brainwashing her, torturing her, the whole shebang.

ideally, i’d love to pair her with a s.h.i.e.l.d. agent, possibly somebody sent to investigate hydra, whether it be from tips about activity somewhere, an attack, so on. i’m open to other types of characters as well though! i’m very happy to listen to any input my partner may have. bring me your sunshine, “nothing could go wrong, i love my job” characters, your hardened, gloomy soldiers who just want a nap, anything! further plot discussions can happen over dms.

overall, i’m looking for something with lots of hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, angst, and even some healing down the road. dark topics will certainly be a part of this roleplay, so i ask that you’re okay with that. i also ask that my partner is very open to brainstorming, so i’m not just bouncing ideas off of a wall. i absolutely love talking ooc, gushing about our characters, sending pinterest posts, songs, etc., so i’d be very happy if my partner did the same!

i think that’s about it! please like this post or message me, and i will reach out as soon as i can!

Leave a like, and the asker will get back to you!

And/Or

DM @turtledqves222 if interested!

[caracello]

sounders and <3 definitely like. don't get along at first after <3 infects her (reasonable) but ithink at some point they just become girl bestfriends llike she'll be like ugh i just can't with mega‌tron today and <3 will go ugh i knowwww girl he's unbelievablee.

[roleplayfinder]

📼hello everyone! after recently diving back into the marvel universe, i’m looking for a roleplay! to begin, i’m 25, and i consider myself to be advance lit, so i’m looking for 18+ writers of a similar style. i also strictly stick to discord, as it’s easiest for me to write on, though i usually stick to tumblr for plotting.

so, moving on to the fun stuff! i’m looking for an mxf, ocxoc plot, with myself playing as an f!oc of mine! in short, my oc (early twenties) had once been a marine, but after a freak accident that left her squad thinking she was dead, my oc was left behind, later being taken in by hydra. they turned her into one of their agents, brainwashing her, torturing her, the whole shebang.

ideally, i’d love to pair her with a s.h.i.e.l.d. agent, possibly somebody sent to investigate hydra, whether it be from tips about activity somewhere, an attack, so on. i’m open to other types of characters as well though! i’m very happy to listen to any input my partner may have. bring me your sunshine, “nothing could go wrong, i love my job” characters, your hardened, gloomy soldiers who just want a nap, anything! further plot discussions can happen over dms.

overall, i’m looking for something with lots of hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, angst, and even some healing down the road. dark topics will certainly be a part of this roleplay, so i ask that you’re okay with that. i also ask that my partner is very open to brainstorming, so i’m not just bouncing ideas off of a wall. i absolutely love talking ooc, gushing about our characters, sending pinterest posts, songs, etc., so i’d be very happy if my partner did the same!

i think that’s about it! please like this post or message me, and i will reach out as soon as i can!

.

[painted-piggy-ships-archive]

I refuse to shut up /lh

[hwanchaesong]

“I Knew You Were Trouble”

👤: ATEEZ Jung Wooyoung ft. Choi San

📼: I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift

genre & warnings: angst, smut, threesome (?), voyeurism, cursing, degredation, praising, mentions of blood, implied kidnapping, vampire au

word count: i did not count lmao, maybe around 1k or 2k

for anyone who wants to, don't be shy and send me asks based on Prompts Request Song Version. Thank you so much!

Wooyoung's eyes squinted when he saw you laugh at something that San said, hitting him in his arms and blushing when the man tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

He used his supersonic hearing to eavesdrop on your conversation, anger boiling in his blood when he heard what you are talking about.

"I'm excited for our date tomorrow."

What is that? No no no, he will not allow any crap of a date, not in his watch.

Ever since he saw you at that party one night, wearing the typical church girl outfit and feeling out of place in an environment filled with alcohol and sweaty bodies, he knew that he had to get you.

The beast within him is roaring with the need to take you in his possession.

He remembered walking towards you confidently, a dangerous smirk in his lips and lust behind his eyes, which all went down the drain when you rejected all his advances.

He was pissed to say the least, especially when your eyes lit up when you saw the taller, dimpled man in the crowd.

You find that bastard hotter than him?

Absolute bullshit.

He won't take any loss, not used to the fact that a lowly human like you can resist his alluring, undead charisma.

That is when the battle started, him doing everything just to get you to fall for him but it never worked against you.

The main reason? Of course it's Choi motherfucking San.

How can he make you see that the man you're so hopelessly in love with isn't what you really think he is?

Plan brewing up inside his head as a devilish smile forms in his face, ready to cause a storm that will provoke chaos in your supposedly peaceful life.

Your unaware self is skipping merrily down the road, kicking pebbles occasionally, giddy at the thought of going on your first date with your first love.

A sudden gush of wind rolls around in the area, closing your eyes to avoid any dust from entering it, an ominous feeling rising within your chest when you realize that someone is breathing down in your neck.

Goosebumps raised on your skin when an eerily familiar voice spoke from behind you, the very same one that flirted and threatened you when you did not allow him to get under your pants.

"All alone, princess?"

You were still for a few seconds, and when you finally had it in you to run away from him, you found yourself pinned on the cold, hard ground.

"Escaping? I don't think so babe."

His grin got wider when you thrashed around and yelled for help.

"Cute." he leaned down, your noses almost touching and his breath ghosting your lips, "No one's around to come and help you," he chuckled darkly, head going downwards to lick a strip of your skin, "you're all mine, princess."

A hot and wet mouth latched itself on your neck, a stinging sensation following afterwards, it was painful yet pleasurable.

What is happening?

"So sweet." he murmured, lifting his head and staring right at you, blood on his lips and his eyes flashing red for a moment, what gave away his identity is the pearly, white fangs he bared at you.

Vampire.

A mischievous being that lurks around in the dark, waiting for their prey to come and attacks when the clouds cover the moon.

Aren't they supposed to be a mythical creature, something that the elders made up just to scare children at night for them to sleep early?

"We're not, we are so real and of them is here, right in the flesh for you, baby." he replied to the question that crossed through your brain, a sinister expression on his face as he pointed towards his temple, "Telekinesis."

He can even read your thoughts, there really is no way out of this.

He nodded his head, agreeing with you while his hand slithered underneath your shirt, palm resting atop your breast.

"Please don't." you wanted to fight him off badly, but you can't, his body weight restraining you in your place.

Relief floods your nerves when you felt him remove his hand from your chest, that doesn't last long when he started to get rid of your clothes.

Feisty, one of your qualities that he likes but right now it's annoying so much that he has to use his powers on you.

"Don't move."

You felt all your muscles tense, becoming involuntary, "You are now under my command my doll, so be a good girl and behave before I do something that you might regret."

He continued to remove everything from you, leaving you cold and defenseless under his hungry gaze.

Just then, footsteps echoed throughout the empty place, a sliver of hope in your heart that someone will be able to see the blasphemy that has been done to you.

"I thought I told you not to touch what belongs to me, Wooyoung."

That voice, could it be?

"San!" you yelped, eyes focusing on him as he steps in a bit closer to inspect the scene.

"Yours?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, standing up from where he was kneeling at, "As far as I know, you still haven't marked her yet." he quipped back, making the taller man scoff.

"I was about to, tomorrow is the d-day, until you ruined everything."

Why are they communicating like they've known each other for a long time?

You want them to stop, words flying back and forth like you aren't there, speaking like you are a piece of meat that they've decided to share and eat.

"What are you talking about?" you weakly asked them, San looking at you with a bored look that you're not used to.

"I'm disappointed, Y/N." he mumbled, "I really thought I'd have a great time with you but," he let out a sigh, glancing up to look at the other man, "you just let him get you like this."

Wooyoung scornfully pushed San away, "Get out of here, you're not needed here."

He crouched down at your level, spreading your legs wide open for him to see, his thumbs spreading your lips down there that is already glistening under the moonlight.

"Fuck, look at her, I haven't done much but touch her and she's already soaked." he commented, his forefinger gathering your juices before putting it inside his mouth, humming in delight when his buds tingled with your saccharine taste.

San rolled his eyes, sitting over in the grass and leaning against a tree, "Go get it then, if I see that she's not enjoying it though," a cheshire smile forming in his face, eyes flashing the same hue as Wooyoung's just a while ago, "I'll have the honor of doing her."

The man above you clicked his tongue, "As if." he muttered under his breath.

That was the last thing you knew before pleasure runs up on your veins, fogging your rationality as you let out a loud moan.

"Now that's my good girl." Wooyoung said, briefly pulling back to praise you, "I want you to open your eyes princess, look at me while I eat you out."

You didn't know why you followed him, maybe because you got infatuated with the trouble that he brought, or maybe it's the way he got you all worked up.

Making eye contact with him, pupils dilated, watching him dive into you, his mouth doing wonders, ranging from kitten licks to full on making out with your heat.

His tongue went inside your hole and you felt his muscles move along your wet walls, unconsciously clenching around him when his thumb moved to draw circles in your clit.

"I'm close, please I-" you let out a loud gasp when his mouth nibbled harshly on your bundle of nerves.

"Cum princess." he stated, plunging two fingers in you, stilling inside and continuously curling, hitting your sweet spot until you reached your first orgasm. Your head falling back and eyes closing due to the sheer rapture that is flowing within your whole being.

"Stop!" you whined when he didn't stop his movements, overstimulating you to the point that tears are already running down your cheeks.

"She's crying." San commented from the side, making Wooyoung look up a little, pausing his ministrations.

"She deserved that, I told her to look at me and she closed her damn eyes instead."

He was about to go back down on you but San went and spoke again.

"This is getting boring, fuck her already."

The younger of the two snarled, "You say that, but the bulge in your pants says otherwise."

He then started to shed his clothes one by one, revealing his amazing muscles and that sculpted chest of his, your eyes gawking at the ethereal sight.

"See," he said, mock lacing his voice, "if only you're not a stubborn brat then you could've get a glimpse of this earlier."

He used all his strength to flip you, body facing downwards as you supported yourself using your knees and hands.

"Let him watch while I make a mess out of you."

You are now facing San, and you can clearly see him palming his boner through his pants, a weary look on his face.

It's weird how you still find him hot in situations like this, your attention completely on him that you missed the rustling sound from behind you.

Reality hits you when you feel something poke on your cunt, warm breath tickling your ear, "Show him what you've got princess."

After Wooyoung's last statement, he entered you without any warning. One swift thrust, filling you to the hilt that elicits a moan out of you.

Large. Thick.

He stretched you out so well that you can feel even the protruding vein in his shaft, the tip hitting your cervix and you think it'll enter your uterus if he pushes more.

"Very nice, I want you to scream for me baby."

You weren't given the time to breathe nor comprehend his words, him already pounding into you brutally, pace relentless and unforgiving.

"S-slow down!"

Wooyoung couldn't help but jeer at your request, his hand gripping your hair, compelling you to raise your head as you yelped at his harsh treatment.

"You think you deserve that much mercy from me?"

His thrusts are becoming more animalistic than before, "I got you in a position where I could fuck you like a bitch. So take it like the slut you are."

His degrading words made you unintentionally tighten against him.

He let out a guttural moan when he felt your walls constrict, "You like being talked down to like that?"

Your mouth opened yet you couldn't reply to him, not when something, or more specifically, someone's dick is stuffed in your mouth.

"You talk too much." San interjected, swatting Wooyoung's hand from your hair and replacing it with his own.

"Don't worry baby girl, you don't have to respond to this midget, let's just put this pretty little mouth to good use, hm?"

He smiled at you brightly, like he's not doing horrendous things to you right now.

A particular harsh jolt from behind you caught your attention.

"Focus on me, princess." Wooyoung derided, railing into you further and angling his hips for a better chance of hitting your g-spot, which he definitely did that had you whimpering on the spot, the vibrations adding to San's pleasure.

"Just like that baby, you take me so well." a praise came out of San's lips, him rewarding you with a fierce tug on your hair.

You feel so filthy, both inside and out, not only because you let these men use you like this, but also because you enjoy what they are doing.

You feel euphoria burning on your lower abdomen in every jerk of Wooyoung's hips, his balls making contact with your skin every time he fills you in so deep.

San on the other hand was generous enough to grope your breasts, playing with your nipples as he violently fucks your mouth, not caring if you're choking or if you need oxygen.

Your whole body is on fire, balance created between the three of you.

Whenever Wooyoung rams from behind, you lean a bit forward to meet San's hip thrusts.

Both of your holes are effectively swallowing them, the desire to corrupt you even more is turning them into demons.

The whole sector was filled with the sounds of skins slapping and gagging, the occasional groans from the men inserted from the symphony every few seconds.

You were desperately trying to hold back your climax, but when Wooyoung's hand rubbed your sensitive button, you lost it.

A muffled loud cry was ripped out of your throat, indicating your orgasm.

"Oh shit, too tight." the man at the back exclaimed, warmth seeping as he emptied his self inside you.

Soon enough, the other man pulled out of your mouth and spurted his seed all over your face.

When they calm down from their high, they detached theirselves from you, and as tired as you are, you let yourself slump on the dirty ground.

Fatigue taking over your body and your vision turning black.

Before you get pulled into dreamland, you barely heard the snippet of what the men who violated you were talking about.

"She's such a catch."

"We should bring her home, our brothers' would also enjoy a taste of her."

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Hey lovely im back!!! So I was wondering if I could request another yandere dano! riddler fic/headcannons where him and the reader are the exact opposite kinda like this

Feel free to ignore this if you're still busy and thanks in advance <333

🧸 Yan!Riddler • Reader (Scenero HCs)

tw : use of the yandere trope, femininely dressing reader (gender neutral reader, however), toxic mindsets and relationships , violence , etc Never too busy to write for Edward! I love getting requests for him! Also the reference image for the request was literally so cute. Like promised in a previous post, here is a photo my my riddler enjoying tea time at his nice home on my shelf

📼 The contrast of the two of you is honestly astonishing. But, Edward is so desperate to spoil you that it would be incredibly common to see a tiny little My Melody pin right in the middle of his cork board detailing future crimes and such. He buys you so much, anything to match how cute he sees you as. Spoiling you rotten was always something he prided himself on, despite how humble he knows you are

❔ His possessive nature would be turned up by a very grand amount. Something as insignificant as a personal aesthetic wouldn't usually affect most people to this extent, but Edward is far from most people. He would already have seen you as the only other uncorrupt person in the city, but to see you dressed so cutely in such a dark and dreary place? It would only heighten that delusion he holds.

📼 Those who gaze at you for even just a second are first given the gift of Edward considering their intentions before proceeding. Alleged opposers of your appearance choices are met with extreme consequences, while those who you are able to convince him of just simply giving a passing glance are reluctantly spared.

❔ Edward would have already loved to see you wearing his clothes, but layering his dark colored coats against your more brighter colored clothing is more than simply heart warming, it's enough to have him pull you in his arms and squeeze you in that same instant. Seeing as you're so cute from his view, it's only fair to him that his affectionate nature is pushed to the center of his personality when around you.

📼 With a sick mind comes sick actions to match, and Edward is always looking for ways to honor your very existence. Whether this be via sticking your cutest stickers on the corpses of his latest victim or by simply buying you more to add to your collection like mentioned before, it all depends on his mood and whether or not he's out as the Riddler.

❔ Edward is most likely to carry your clothes in his pockets, especially in his Riddler costume as they're rather deep and can carry a lot more than his traditional jacket pocket, and witnesses of bright or pastel shades of pink sticking out for the sight of his followers are either met with complete denial or are seen as the perfect opportunity to gush and brag about his partner, whether this is to his follower's delight or confusion is up for debate, as Edward is more likely to spit out facts and loving comments about you at random rather than formally explaining the nature of your relationship. Out of desperation to get the word of your purity out to the general public, formality and logic is thrown out the window in favor of what he sees as best

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The Playlist: Track 6: Two 📼

"It’s okay if you can't catch your breath you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest”

Osamu x reader (kinda) heavily feat. Atsumu 

cw. reader is refered to as mom, character death

Two by Sleeping At Last

“What?” you ask breathlessly, truly not believing what the doctor had said, not wanting to believe it, not needing to believe it, because it wasn’t true, it can’t be.

He repeats, “your husband, ma’am, he didn’t make it, I’m so sorry.”

There’s a tug at the end of your sleeve and you take a deep, shaky inhale as you force yourself to look down.

“Mommy, where’s daddy?” your son asks, and your daughter, who’s holding his hand is as eager for the answer.

I know exactly how the rule goes:

Put my mask on first

“Y/N,” Atsumu says sternly.

You were in the twin's room, picking up toys, and using cleaning as a distraction to ignore your brother-in-law.

“Y/N.”

“I’m busy, Tsumu.”

“Y/N!” he all but screams and you drop the stuffed animal.

“No,” you tell him, “not yet.”

“Ya can’t-”

“I can,” you assure him.

Just then, the twins came running into the room. Ousmane holding his little sister's hand as tears stream down her face.

“What’s wrong, cupcake?” Atsumu asks, bending down to her level.

“The- they- the kids at schoo- keepmakingfun-”

“Slow down, take a deep breath okay,” he encourages.

“What happened?” you question Ousmane.

He sighs, “they’re having a father-daughter dance, and they’re making fun of her because she doesn’t have one.”

Immediately, you scoop up your daughter, rubbing her back the way your husband used to when trying to soothe her.

No, I don't want to talk about myself

You look back at Atsumu and shake your head,

A look that says, ‘not now,’ but he knows you well enough to know you really mean, ‘not ever.’

Tell me where it hurts

Tell me, is something wrong?

If something's wrong, you can count on me

Five years, it had been five years since Osamu passed and you had done your best to not mention him, not even once. The twins are now two weeks away from middle school and all of Ousmane’s teachers gush about how wonderful a student he is every chance they get. And Atari- but Atari-

“Mom!”

It’s two in the morning. You’re wrapped up in Osamu’s hoodie, sleeping- or at least trying to sleep, laid on what used to be his side of the bed when you can hear your daughter's voice calling you from down the hall.

You get to her room as fast as you can and take a seat at the foot of her bed.

“Hey baby,” you softly say.

You have bags under your eyes and your eyes themselves are bloodshot. Atari feels a sting of guilt and you notice it on her face.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t sleeping much anyway,” you confess, trying to make a joke out of it but you couldn’t even bring yourself to fake a laugh.

“Mom-”

“What’s up?”

“Can you tell me about him? About Dad?”

“Um-”

You’d honestly rather die. You’d rather die than to say his name again, bring up memories that will now only be memories because the love of your life is gone and gone forever. You’d rather die than to speak of him in the past tense than to acknowledge that your life with him would forever be in the past because acknowledging that means that he really is dead. And even after five years, three months, one week, and six days, you still can’t bring yourself to accept. So when your daughter asks if you can talk about him, you’d honestly rather die.

“Um-” you pause, “I met him when I was twenty-three, he had just opened the Onigiri shop and he had that little hat so when I went up to the register, I said-”

You know I'll take my heart clean apart, if it helps your's beat

It's okay if you can't find the words

“Mom,” Ousmane says to you, nearly choking on his words.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you assure him, “you guys go in the car.”

“Mom it’s getting cold,” Atari warns.

“I know it’ll just be a minute,” you swear and the kids linger on for a little while before you shoo them away.

Once they’re far enough away, you crouch down and lightly dust off the piece of stone, until the words engraved on it are visible. You bring your fingers to your lips, kissing them then placing it on the stone.

“Happy birthday love,” you whisper, looking back towards the car, “we all miss you.”

Let me take your coat

And this weight off of your shoulders

Like a tidal wave, we'll make a mess

When Osamu’s tenth death anniversary hit, the kids were now in high school, second years to be exact. Now old enough to grasp how hard this day is for you, you wake up to the smell of rice cooking- no- burning.

Your two sixteen-year-olds are in the kitchen, scrambling around each other two seconds away from starting a fire.

“The seaweeds all wet!” Atari screams.

“It’s supposed to be!” Ousmane yells back.

“You made it soggy dumbass!”

“And you burned the rice!”

“So? Are you hoping the moisture from that will go back into it?”

The twins keep screaming at each other and usually, you would stop them but now all you could do was laugh. They stop and turn to you, not only surprised by your presence but the sound of you being happy. It feels like it’s been years since they’ve heard you laugh. And their favorite thing about your laugh, which was Osamu’s favorite too, is that whenever you laughed, it was always contagious.

Or calm waters, if that serves you best

Atsumu invited you out for drinks. With Atari at a friend's house and Ousmane away at camp before his basketball team's finals, you finally had a night where you could say yes.

“Another round for me and my sister!” Atsumu calls and you laugh.

“You sure are being generous,” you note.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I mean we’ve barely hung out like this in, since-”

“Since he passed,” you realize, and his eyes go wide, “soon,” you tell him and he nods.

And maybe one day I will get around to fixing myself too

Like a force to be reckoned with

A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss

You bring both of your kids in for a hug and place a kiss on each of their heads.

“Mom, don’t cry,” Ousmane begs, trying to keep the tears back himself.

“Hard not you,” you joke, tears already falling, “my babies are all grown up.”

“It’s just high school, Mom,” Atari says.

“Miya’s!” one of their friends screams, “they’re about to call our class let’s go!”

“Go, go,” you tell them.

You bring your hands up to your mouth and take a deep exhale of relief. You look up at the sky, whispering, “wish you could see this too, but I’m proud enough for the both of us.”

I will love you with every single thing I have

And what a privilege it is to love

A great honor to hold you up

At their graduation party, Atsumu slung his arm around you as you both watch your kids in awe.

“He would be proud,” he tells you.

“Yeah, I think so too, they did so-”

“I mean you,” he clarifies, “ya did great.”

“I did n-”

“Shut up if ya gonna try and deny it. Ya did great, they turned out great because ya raised 'em right despite everything.”

“I- thanks Tsumu.”

“Mhm.”

“You two sit in silence for a minute before you mutter, “now.”

I will love you without any strings attached

Atsumu has had your back since Osamu first introduced you. He loved you like he’d known you all his life and never did he ask for anything in return. You trust him more than you trust yourself so when he gives you a card, you take it.

You walk into the office building, take a seat in the waiting room, and grab a magazine.

“Miya Y/N.”

“That’s me,” you answer.

“Follow me.”

The assistant takes you back to an office with a high-rise view. A woman, maybe ten years your senior, smiles as you enter and invites you to sit down.

“I’m Dr. Remi.”

“Hi,” you warmly smile.

“So, I know Atsumu referred me to you but I like to hear the story from my clients personally, so Y/N, what brings you here?”

You take a long time to answer, fiddling with your wedding ring as you think about what to say.

You sigh, before telling her, “On the way to pick up me and our kids, my husband died in a car crash, and I have hated myself ever since.”

A chill goes down your back as you feel a ten-ton weight lifted off of your shoulders and you smile. You close your eyes finally feeling at peace and if you listened close enough it was almost like you could hear the faintest whisper.

“Proud of ya.”

I will love you without a single string attached

the playlist📼

Inarizaki Masterlist 

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[chaoticgenders]

After sorting these so they're all alphabetical order, here they all are. Also, you're a really good older cousin! :D

Ana/analog/analog's/analog's/analogself

Anon/anon's/anonself

Ax/Axe/Ax's/Axe's/Axeself

Bat/Bat's/Batself

Bite/Bite's/Biteself

Beep/Beep's/beepself

Blade/Blade's/Bladeself

Boing/boing's/boingself

Bread/bread's/breadself

Cam/camera/cam's/camera's/cameraself

Card/card's/cardself

Chem/chemical/chem's/chemical's/chemself

Cip/cip's/cipself

Cipher/cipher's/cipherself

.Com/.com's/.comself

Comic/comic's/comicself

Cy/ber/cyber's/cyberself

Computer/computer's/computerself

Dis/tort/distort's/distortself

E/eir/emself

Eon/eon's/eonself

Exe/ex/exe's/ex's/exeself

Fang/fang's/fangself

Fluff/fluff's/fluffself

Freak/freak's/freakself

Fog/fog's/fogself

Gear/gears'/gearself

Glitch/glitch's/glitchself

Gl1t¢h/gl1t¢h'5/gl1t¢h53lf

Gronk/gronk's/gronkself

Gush/gush's/gushself

Haz/hazard/haz's/hazard's/hazardself

Honk/honk's/honkself

Hx/hxs/hxmself

H3/h1m/h3'5/h15/h1m53lf

Irk/irk's/irkself

It/It's/Itself

1t/1t's/1ts3lf

Item/item's/itemself

Ix/ix's/ixself

Ji/jix's/jixself

Joke/joker's/jokerself

Key/key's/keyself

Mal/malware/malware's/malwareself

Mech/mech's/mechself

Moth/moth's/mothself

Ne/neir/nemself

Noo/noor's/noorself

Nor/mal/nor's/mal's/normalself

Ot/ot's/otself

0t/0t'5/0t53lf

Phone/phone's/phoneself

Program/program's/programself

Pro/gram/pro's/gram's/programself

Rat/rat's/ratself

Retro/retro/retroself

Sey/sem/seir/semself

Ska/skai/skaire/skaiself

Slau/slaughter/slaughter's/slaughterself

Sy/syer/sye's/syself

Sy/syre's/syreself

System/fail/systemfail's/systemfailself

Tey/tem/teir/temself

That/that's/that self

Thing/thing's/thingself

Vee/vee's/veeself

Veon/veon's/veonself

Vex/vexxes'/vexxself

Vlume/vlume's/vlumeself

Volt/volt's/voltageself

Voud/voud's/voudself

Weird/weird's/weirdself

Wire/wire's/wireself

Xae/xaer/xaemself

Xe/xyr's/xemself

Xhey/xhem/xheir/xhemself

Zar/zar's/zarself

Ze/zir/zem

Zil/zil's/zilself

Zoi/zoi's/zoiself

Zon/zon's/zondaself

??/??'s/??self

!!/!!'s/!!self

🪓/🪓's/🪓self

��️/🗡️'s/🗡️self

🃏/🃏's/🃏self

♣️/♣️'s/♣️self

♠️/♠️'s/♠️self

♦️/♦️'s/♦️self

♥️/♥️'s/♥️self

🎪/🎪's/🎪self

🎠/🎠's/🎠self

🎡/🎡's/🎡self

⚠️/⚠️'s/⚠️self

☣/☣'s/☣self

🧪/🧪's/🧪self

🧫/🧫's/🧫self

🔧/🔧's/🔧self

🛠/🛠's/🛠self

📹/📹's/📹self

📺/📺's/📺self

📻/📻's/📻self

📼/📼's/📼self

💿/💿's/💿self

💾/💾's/💾self

🛹/🛹's/🛹self

🌟/🌟's/🌟self

🐾/🐾's/🐾self

i love your prns /g