#too high to function 😇

[urhoneycombwitch]

just thinking of artist!eddie x muse!reader meet cute. cw reader dresses femme in this

“um… excuse me? pardon me. you can’t be touching that.”

Eddie spins to see someone walking across the room towards him (a very hot someone. in clicky heels and a tight black skirt that shows off a gorgeous slip of thigh.)

holding a clipboard against one waist, you point at him with your work-supplied ballpoint pen, sounding lightly flustered but firm all the same- “sorry, it’s just- you can’t touch the art. I know there’s no red rope around here, but not touching the artwork at a gallery, that’s kinda… just courtesy.”

Eddie takes his hand from the now-straightened framed photograph, then spreads his hands in a placating gesture, sheepish and charming smile fixed on you. “sorry-“ his eyes flick down to your name badge, and he says your name in that husky voice, “-must’ve gotten mixed up, thought this was the petting zoo area.”

You snort, intending to let him off the hook with just a warning. then you tap your pen against your clipboard, trying to maintain a professional composure without drooling.

flicking up and down his frame, you take in the tight black ripped jeans, black vine tattoos curling out from a cut-off tank, over the milky expanse of his broad shoulders, alongside the veins running up and down his forearms. smattered with hair.

Eddie’s looking at you the same way. like he’s hungry. the attention calls to you, makes your spine perk up, a little flare of excitement kicking at your heart rate.

you take the bait. turn to the wall of art, point at one of the other frames just to fill the charged silence. “so! um. do you like this body of work? I think it’s the best in the series so far.”

Eddie crosses his arms, gives you a look that you can’t quite decipher- amusement? suspicion? hard to say. you’re tracing the ridge of his ear with your gaze, sunlight streaming through the main entrance windows glinting off the multitude of rings nestled there.

under your attention, Eddie’s preening, and also hoping you keep talking to him as long as possible so he can memorize the way your tits look in that blouse and paint ‘em from memory (😵‍💫) “fancy yourself an art critic? go on, sweetheart- I’d love to hear your take.”

and those doey eyes almost drive you to distraction !!! but you give a very genuine review of Eddie’s newest work (having no idea you’re flattering the artist in person), and he’s smiling by the end of your impassioned response.

“wow. sounds like you really like this artist.”

“I really do!”

“…and if this artist asked you for your number, you’d say yes, right? ‘cuz you like him so much?”

and he’s got that same sweet and silly smile from earlier, eyebrows raised. and when you realize, you’re mortified. bringing up the clipboard in front of your face to hide like “oh my god. you’re Eddie Munson. the artist. and I yelled at you for touching your own art!! why did you let me do that!!”

he laughs, hand over his heart, earnest- “no, don’t apologize! it was a huge ego boost for me, didn’t know they’d have such a beautiful personal bodyguard for my stuff. you gotta let me take you out for a drink as thanks for your service.”

and he does this dorky off balance bow low to the ground and you’re looking over the top of your board giggling. his humor is just your type and you fall for each other before round two of drinks after your shift that night (and fall into each others BEDS. ayooooo.)

[scentremini]

unorganized brain dump of my current harry potter headcannons + others

some of these can contradict each other sometimes cuz im a multi shipper.. jus imagine some of these hcs individually 

harry j potter

bisexual 

long eyelashes 

*i don’t feel strongly about whatever race/ethnicity or gender identity people hc him as. im openminded as frick

if he was in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?

he would have lily & james as parents 🥹 he would visit his godfather & uncle in the summers (im not an intense shipper of them but this is implying wolfstar.. 😛)

sirius would teach him guitar & he’s taking harry on rides in his motorcycle since he was 6 

messy black painted nails 

he would say he hates horror movies but be strangely addicted/intrigued everytime one was on

sirius owns a music store (like mitsuki’s uncle in green yuri… 🥹)

face is like perfectly clear & people will ask him “oh what’s ur skincare routine” he’s like… well i use water? and a towel?

ronald b weasley 

transgender (ftm)

curses like a sailor. that’s not even a hc it’s canon 😭

*i don’t feel strongly about whatever sexuality people hc him as. openmindeddd

if he were in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?

soccer (well the brits call it football) fanatic. he literally goes ALL OUT, buying face paint, merch, every single ticket, everything 

secret rom com enthusiast 

also secretly knows how to bake, but only bc he would bake weekly with hermione 

addicted to video games (he mainly plays FIFA with harry)

honestly he’s just the king of games in total cuz he’s amazing at every board game too. his family and/or friends avoid doing game night when they hang literally cuz of his never-ending winning streak 

acne scarss 😭

due to a bunch of gender dysphoria one day in anticipation of his school’s picture day, he went crazy at his long hair with his scissors and ended up ruining his picture 

this was in year 4 (3rd grade) the year the 3 became friends. harry & hermione pulled a pines twins move and also gave themselves crazy chops so ron wouldn’t be left out 

hermione j granger 

autistic (high functioning)

black mixed girl (her mother’s black, her father’s white)

her favorite color is blue

before hogwarts she was really lonely 😭 she wasn’t exactly bullied but people avoided her.. her parents stacked her with after school activities to try and get her to socialize more 

bc of that, she actually used to know how to do ballet 

*i don’t feel strongly about whatever sexuality people hc her as. 

if she was in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?

has had braces since year 6 (5th grade), INCLUDING the rubber bands

BIG documentary enthusiast 

light academia fashion style. she loves mary janes 😭

she’d be in the debate club, and be in student council 

i know for a fact she would major in political science when she goes to college !!

she used to bake with her parents but stopped when she got to secondary school (highschool) but ron made her find her spark to start doing it again

hermione & her parents moved in her year 4 (3rd grade), and hermione didn’t rlly have much friends in her old school 

i havent read or watched hunger games yet but i feel like she would be a big fan…

she’d also love philosophy & historical fiction 

she’d be the kind to love wearing nightwear (i bet ron would love it too 🤔🤔joking sorry😇)

ginny weasley 

bisexual or lesbian

her favorite color is green 

rainbow dash girl

*i don’t reaaalllyy feel strongly about whatever sexuality people hc her as. 

if she was in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?

she’s an electric guitarist !!

she is in a band. no question. this also rlly reminds me gwen stacy & the mary janes..

she has dyed highlights in her hair

messy painted nails. she’s usually the one who paints harry’s, but she occasionally gets hers actually done cuz she knows a friend who gives her discounts 

co-captain of volleyball team

neville longbottom

transgender (ftm)

*i don’t reaaallly feel strongly about whatever gender identity, sexuality, or race/ethnicity people hc him as.

luna lovegood

pansexual or lesbian or aroace

at least SOMEWHAT queer 😒

had a slight crush on ron at some point, although she couldn’t tell whether it was platonic, sexual, or romantic, but it wasn’t rlly intense

if she was in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?

i feel like she would be in a photography club and part of the yearbook club. or she would work on some type of newspaper or blog 

seamus finnigan

gay. comphet gay boy who struggled with internalized homophobia

dean was his awakening but he pushed that away for a while until 6th year

somewhat hypersexual

dean thomas 

bisexual 

didn’t rlly have a realization he just always knew 

he had small feelings for seamus first but assumed he was homophobic and/or straight and just ignored it, and sort of did ginny’s tactic, and just dated other ppl

parvati patil

bisexual + used to think she was aromantic

always had feelings for lavender but she thought it was unrequited, and thought lavender was straight 

if she was in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?

obsessed with astrology & fashion

way less male-centered than lavender 

lavender brown 

comphet lesbian who struggled with internalized homophobia.

fixated on boys to ignore her never-ending crush on parvati 

she realized she couldn’t keep lying to herself in 6th year when even ron couldn’t lie about his true feeling since his sleep. why should she??

i feel like after that, she sort of had an ego death in seventh year and the summer beforehand 

black girl with albinism !!!

i refuse to believe she died in the last book. she came out with werewolf scars & changed similar to bill weasley, & parvati took care of her, and they lived happily ever after 

if she was in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?

obsessed with astrology & fashion 

fails the Bechdel test every 2 seconds (pre-self-acceptance) 

cries over romcoms 

fred & george weasley 

george is quieter of the 2 weasley twins

fred’s the bigger speaker/presenter, george’s the bigger thinker

the difference is slight but still noticeable 

charlie weasley

asexual 

padma patil 

nerdier of the 2 patil twins 

she wears glasses (yes ik so cliche I DONT CARE)

if she was in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?

she would be really interested in coding & computer science

she’d also be in the chess club, and the debate club 

cho chang 

twilight sparkle girl

this is somebody else’s idea, but somebody’s caption of a cho chang edit was labeled “chunmei chang” instead, can we just collectively call her an actual chinese name instead of accepting jkr’s nonsense .. 

*i don’t feel rlly strong about her sexuality or gender identity 

if she was in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?

i really feel like she would be a tennis girl 

her and cedric foreverrr

more notes 

ginny & ron are each other’s favorite weasley siblings, even if they don’t admit it

dean fell first, seamus fell harder

based on these hcs i think 6th year had the most arguments 😭😭 how you gonna have romione, parvender, and deamus angst all in the same year?? meanwhile harry & ginny are frolicking away 😒

hermione & harry are literally the older sister & younger brother dynamic 😭 hermione is exactly how i would act if my younger brother was marked down for death for 17 years 

ron & hermione jokingly call harry “harold” whenever he’s being a pain 

more notes on the “if they were in a modern au and/or a nobody-dies-au..?”

i guess this is specific to my au but harry, hermione, and ron would’ve been best friends since year 4 (3rd grade)

the golden trio would have weekly sleepovers, taking turns on which house to stay over at, and taking turns on who picks the movie. ginny joins them sometimes 

the grangers, potters, & weasleys are all really close 🤗🤗 i’d like to imagine the families all go on vacations together 

there’s sooo many things the trio could’ve dressed as for halloween 😭😭 the chipmunks, minions, the aristocats!! 

ginny & harry play guitar together sometimes, not in front of crowds just when they hang together 

other notes..

here are some ships i really like so u might also understand the reasoning behind these 

romione !!! (on top forever)

ronarry !!!

parvender !!!

deamus !!

linny !!

hinny

nuna

so ALSO according to these hcs technically ron weasley is addicted to the chocolate touch 🥹🥹 love a black woman form infinity to infinityyyyy

ron pulls all the hos… (harry, hermione, luna, lavender)

i want more padma patil content 😞 and the REAL ravenclaw padma not the movie identical twin padma.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR YOU. HOW DID ARISUGU MEET?🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 i am now steadily dragging everybody into this selfship playground hehehehhee ilysm<33 - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY!!!!!!!!……. welcome :3 take a seat :33 have some tea :333 🍵🍪 i’ve been Thinking abt this ask. intently. i got Way too into it btw

i think!! arisugu met in high school!! that makes most sense to me :> i transferred into his class and got attached to him …. pretty quickly probably. LMAO. i can see suguru being the one who gets assigned to show me around bc satoru Cannot be trusted w new students and shoko is a delinquent in the making…. so sugu is probably the one i meet first :3 and then i subtly imprint on him. like a duckling. a little ari following him around bc he has a soft silky voice. and he gets a bit of a soft spot eventually (me and the bad bitch i pulled by being socially incompetent <33)

WITH THAT BEING SAID…….. i see arisugu as The slowburn ever. neither of us are the love at first sight type, so i think it’d take a year or two for us to actually Fall in Love…. a year of getting to know each other on a deeper and more vulnerable level (ON THAT NOTE. late-night talks under starry skies are extremely arisugu coded)… so the feelings are very deep but. even though they’re mutual i don’t think we’d get together until a couple years have passed 😭😭 sugu would get tired of the ”chase” eventually and confess in our last year of hs maybe…. but i am Not Ready to accept his feelings. or my own. and i tell him that.

and so … he waits :’3 (WILLINGLY MIGHT I ADD i just think he’s the type of guy to say ”i’ll wait for you.” and Mean it yk….) until i eventually make the final push in like. our early twenties maybe…. which would mean about five total years of pining?? ish??? i just see it as a very tender, very very slow romance!! kinda like wading into deep water when you’re afraid of it. but by the time we get together we already know and trust each other so deeply that the change isn’t really too abrupt….. though he insists on taking everything at our own pace anyway. sniffle. i adore him (ALSO needless to say i’m not following canon here 🤨🤨 i firmly believe sugu wouldn’t have defected if he had a baby duckling following him around ok)

anyway. that’s how i picture it!! :3 i have Thoughts abt the overall dynamic but i think suguru is just… so patient. and so devoted. and i’m very loyal and also Very Shy. yepyep.

now . 😇 you didn’t ask for this but just as a comparison (<- this is a lie i just spent 2 much time thinking abt this)…. arigojo. i fear it’s a coworkers to lovers kinda deal. i’m Very Much picturing blindfolded gojo specifically and bc of his…. ways (crippling fear of intimacy + opening up) this is also another slowburn. and it ends with something a little less straightforward than arisugu bc i do Not think gojo asks me out…. it’s more of a gradual change yk?? bc labels are scary. but one day i don’t let him eat my portion of kikufuku and he goes ”how could you treat your boyfriend like this ;((” and i’m like . oh ok. so that’s what you are. we’re both losers sadly

ANYWAYYY THAT’S ALL i hope you didn’t run out of tea….. have some more just in case 🍵 as you can tell i had too much fun thinking of the Lore + all three of us are emotionally constipated (suguru too he’s just the most functional) but i hope reading it was enjoyable for youuu <33333 i love them. unfortunately.

[missanthropicprinciple]

I would like to read the Hermann jacking it to Newts calculations fic please 😇

Took me a while because I went to a used bookstore and then spent too long going through my old calculators. Can’t find my high school calculator that actually works, but I fired up one I found in the trash at work. This is filthy smut. Avert your gaze if you don’t like it. (Dead Dove: Do not eat)

“Hey Hermann, my phone died. Mind if I use your calculator while my phone charges?”

“I have a whole drawer full of them, Newton; you may choose whatever you like. I believe most of them are still functioning. Bottom right drawer.”

“Functioning,” Newt chuckled at the accidental pun. “Thanks dude.”

A few minutes later Newton put the calculator on the desk instead of in the drawer.

“You could have put it back where you found it,” Hermann said as Newton headed to the exit.

“I’m going to the cafeteria. Want anything?”

“No, thank you,” Hermann replied.

Hermann wondered to himself why Newton chose the Casio S-V.P.A.M. and not an TI-84 Plus. Newton could have just used a search engine on his computer if he did not need a graph calculator. The thought occurred to Hermann that the man chose it because of its similarity to “Final Pam” and a image of Newton laughing to himself, his brown eyes shining with mischief, entered his mind. The calculator Newton chose was a Visually Perfect Algebraic Method which allowed him to input mathematical expressions as they are written. Did Newton know that he could input expressions that way into a VPAM?

“The calculator interpreted his keystrokes,” Hermann thought to himself, touching the keypad.

Keystrokes.

Strokes.

“Oh dear, I feel some stirrings.”

Hermann ran his fingertips over the calculator where Newton’s, no doubt, grubby fingers had touched the keys. But the calculator appeared to be clean. He looked around to make sure Newton had not returned and swiftly exited the laboratory, taking the calculator with him.

“I wonder what he was working on,” he thought as he closed the door to his room.

He doubted that Newton would bother to save the results of such a simple calculation but Hermann retrieved whatever was there. He pressed keys.

[RCL]

[A]

8,933

“Oh it’s a prime number,” Hermann breathed.

The number was only divisible by one or by itself.

“Much like Newton and myself,” he mused, setting the calculator on top of the toilet tank, giving into the inevitability of impulsive human actions. (He would work out that probability at a later date.) He unzipped his trousers, freed himself, gasping at the feel of the cool air on his “raging boner” (he could hear Newton say those words in his head), and leant on his cane before taking himself in hand.

“Oh,” he whispered as he imagined Newton pressing the shift key and then the RCL key in order to save the number. It could not be something like the Hardy–Weinberg principle, he thought as he stroked himself languidly with a gentle touch. If that were the case, the saved number would be one. No matter what genetic probability Newton was calculating, it would always equal 100%.

“No doubt, 8933 is a random population of some vile creature he’s studying,” Hermann said, increasing his grip as he moved his hand more swiftly.

“What could he be working out? If he knew the population size already. He must be double checking a simple equation,” he thought as he was driven by instinct, allowing him to posit freely as he pleasured himself.

“He doesn’t know how to save formulas; how endearing,” he said aloud, his breath becoming ragged.

If Newton knew how to use saving functions, perhaps Hermann could teach him how to use formula functions on the calculator more efficiently. Surely, he must have learnt how to use mathematical equations for his biological research. He stroked himself faster.

“By Jove,” he said, tilting his head back slightly.

He imagined Newton typing in the numbers, perhaps slowly.

“Oh.”

He thumbed the head as he teased the frenulum. Newt had pressed the shift button. Hermann touched himself as light as he could stand it.

[RCL]

Hermann had no choice but to lick his palm and caress himself more fully.

[A]

The thought of Newton holding the calculator in his hand and feeling the buttons press down beneath his finger pads, the numbers appearing on the screen, the man successfully saving the number - it was too much. Hermann encircled the corona with a single finger to heighten his arousal before working himself with great speed until he was spilling. The very sight of it caused him to pulse several times and he could not help but cry out.

He stood breathing heavily, composed himself, and washed his hands before putting the calculator into his pocket. The lab was still silent and uninhabited. As he returned the calculator to the drawer Newton walked in with some containers.

“I brought you some soup, the kind you like,” Newt said cheerfully.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Newton.”

They sat down at a table on Newt’s side of the lab.

“You got some color in your face,” Newt said.

Hermann nearly choked.

“You look pretty good. I’ve been worried about you lately because you looked more pale than usual. That’s why I brought you some soup because it has some nutrition in it.”

Hermann, still slightly flushed, thanked him and consumed his soup in silence.

[janumun]

Excuse me? ECUSE YOU MADAM. PLEase do Forgive me if this sounds rude. But how DARE YOU not elaborate on the double dragon dicks of sweet sinister prince Malleus! You dirty hoes brought it up so you need to give us monster hoes some sort of image! I am utterlY insulTED AS A DRAGON FUCKeR at this lack of needed and necessarily important information! Is he big? Does he have scales? I so, does it cover both dicks wholelly or partly? DOES HE HAVE RIBS OR RIDGES, are the DICKSS SPINEY?

Ooooooh, so sorry for that, fellow Monster Fucker Anon 😆🤣 This gets a bit romantic-spicy and NOT just 🍆 centric (I had to focus on his other draconic TAIL features too 🥴), apologies LOL.

I like to think he has just one, when he’s within NRC premises, and in his humane form. Maintaining that transformation doesn’t really bother him much. He did, however, have to get used to feeling the absence of the weight of his tail, back when he first joined NRC.

On occasion, when he is free to reside in his fae form and have his tail (!!!!!!!) out, he has his two cocks, as well, although, understandably, smaller in girth and length, and more “human-like”, than when he is in his draconic incarnation.

Functioning with a single cock isn’t much of an issue (until it is, with Yuu 😇). Malleus does not have a multitude of lovers, nor does he masturbate that often, if at all, not since he might’ve tried so, out of curiosity and encouraged by Lilia’s tales of sexual pleasure.

In my opinion, he’s the kind that has never grappled with the burden of a high sexual drive, nor any real desire to mate with another creature, even in his long centuries lived, due in part, to how he has been feared always, by humans and not. Until he meets the one he wishes to hold, and cherish, above all 🥰 Then, it’s as if a dam bursts poor Yuu with Malleus’ sexual awakening 😇 and he craves their flesh, and the warmth of the space in between their legs, almost as much as he craves their heart.

The first few times he has sex with Yuu, are in his (...still) human form, and he feels that sensation of a part of him missing, unfulfilled. There’s a burgeoning heat in his body that refuses to dispel. He does enjoy holding Yuu, in any shape or form, but his highest peak of pleasure is when he lowers all inhibitions and incantations, with them.

When Malleus takes on his fae form; his fangs are thinner, sharper, longer, just as his claws. Fine dustings of scales across his jaw, his temples, the side of his neck. A thin, shimmering line of scales spilling down his spine and ending at his coccyx, right where his thick tail begins.

His cocks are long and beautiful, larger than an average human’s, or any you’ve seen, and you might feel just a bit faint when he gives you a smile, of gentle amusement, and tells you they are... larger, when he is a dragon. It isn’t a brag, nor an effort to intimidate you, he wishes only for his lover to know what they are getting into, with him, and understand how much of him they are willing to accept.

Malleus does not want to terrify or alienate you, ever; he knows you do not fear him, as so many others do, and yet. He wishes to take this at your pace, and together, with you, and be kind to you, both emotionally and... physically.

His ridges are not as prominent, when in his fae body, but the veins winding up the length of his cocks are, firm and nice and snug against places inside you, you feel each one when he moves. The curves and surface of him perfect enough, it makes you gasp when his cocks scrape against your frontal walls.

Taking one of him is somewhat, manageable. Taking two requires effort, and lots of making you wet; drenching his fingers, his lips and sinuous tongue. His thighs when he slides you down onto him, your thighs, when you’re seeping from your slit. Stretching you open, if you wish to have both of his lengths, in the same place inside you.

Taking him in his draconic form is a feat. He’s ridged, large, and the base of his cocks are scaled with the same smooth, darkest of purples, as his great, majestic body. Small, firm spikes across his flared cockheads that graze so well, as he begins his breach into you, your eyes roll back in pleasure. He is thickest just below his glans, and is the part that requires the most of your efforts and his careful propulsions, to make himself fit inside. His release is so very abundant and viscous, it feels as if he spurts his seed right into your womb, with how delightfully forceful his orgasm is, inside you, it ends up triggering your own, if you’re not already there with him. And even then; even with how thick and tight your hole is plugged with his cock, his cum still seeps out of you, your insides just not capable of holding all of him inside.

Unfortunately, your human body is also incapable of taking both of his draconic cocks inside you, at once, unless you’re drawing help from a potent potion. Making love to your dragon fae is a long and pleasurable process, when you’re there to satisfy and take what both of his cocks have to offer, one by one, when he is this large and looming above you 😇

[luminnara]

I would like to formally make a request for Paul and his dead? / undead? girlfriend (or partner if you prefer gnc / gn) having monster sex? 😗 Like fangs out, hisses, growls, maybe some blood and dead bodies near by, and the y/n is fully cognitive after eating brains and so she feels so alive and energetic and strong. (Unrelated but I headcannon her to crawl in and out of graves to sleep and so she always smells like earth and moss after a rain, either a hint of zombie funk 😇)

Love Me Dead | Paul x Zombie!reader 18+ ONLY

Warnings: smutty smut, zombie stuff, monster fucking

@henhouse-horrors I know you requested some zombie love too ;)

You love it when he’s like this, chest heaving, eyes wild, chin covered in blood. He’s still your goofy, lovable boyfriend, but he’s also vicious, a night stalking, blood sucking fiend who gets so high off the thrill of the hunt that almost nothing can contain him. He’s a killer. A predator.

A monster.

But then again, so are you, though you’re not the same. You’re slower than Paul, who’s always so full of vicious energy that you can hardly keep up. When he gets hungry, he seems to get more energy. When you do, you slow way down. Sometimes, you can barely manage the shuffling, shambling walk that your kind is so known for. But when that happens, your vampire boyfriend always notices, and he’s always more than happy to do all the dirty work and catch you some fresh corpses.

When you sink your teeth into a brain, you immediately feel better. Your mind clears. Something about the prions in the tissue, someone told you once, something about all those special chemicals and proteins and everything else, keeps you going. That’s why you need brains, human brains, not just regular meat, and they’re so, so delicious now.

Sometimes, you wonder if you would have ever done this when you were human; then again, you can’t remember anything prior to waking up six feet under with a killer headache and decreased motor function, so you try not to delve down that rabbit hole too much. What matters is that eating brains makes you feel better, and seeing Paul standing amidst the bodies of his dinner always puts you in the mood.

He notices you watching him and looks over with a lopsided grin. His features are hard, his brow sharp, his cheeks gaunt. When he speaks, you see the flash of pearly white fangs, and when you look into his eyes, you find them to be a bright yellow-orange.

You think he’s beautiful this way. Even prettier than when he’s all soft and human-looking. He’s covered in blood, his blonde hair wild and untamed. You see him swipe a long tongue over his fangs and you shudder. 

Paul notices, because nothing you do ever escapes his watchful eye.

“How you feelin’?” He asks, practically slithering towards you. You know what he wants. You want it, too.

You open your arms, reaching for him, and he dives in. He’s all teeth and claws, a whirlwind, and as he buries his face against your neck and inhales the petrichor, you can feel a rumbling groan vibrating in his chest.

“Please, Paul…” you gasp, and he’s inside of you in seconds.

He never wastes any time. He wants you too badly. His hips roll against yours as he thrusts in deeper, lips brushing your skin as he whispers disjointed nothings that almost make sense. His pillow talk is hotter than anything you’ve ever heard, because it always starts out coherent and then becomes more and more absentminded because he just feels too good. You feel too good, and he’s always very vocal about how hot you are. 

“You feel too fuckin’ good, baby,” he breathes against your ear. He’s suddenly everywhere, filling you up and surrounding you. He’s the only thing you can think about, the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you while his claws grip your waist. “Fuck...”

You’re moaning and whining beneath him, grinding your hips against his whenever they meet. When you cum, he lets out the deepest groan you’ve ever heard, and he follows soon after. One nice thing about being undead, you always say, is never having to worry about the after effects of a creampie.

“I love you, Paul,” you say, pressing a kiss against his cheek. It’s far too chaste after fucking a monster on the beach, but it’s just the right amount of sweet. 

“I love you more, babe,” he grins, cradling your face in his hand. He still hasn’t pulled out, and you know he won’t until he really has to. “Sexiest zombie a guy could hope for.”

It’s corny, just like Paul. He eventually helps you up and half carries you to wash off in the ocean, and after another snack, you’re ready to go home. It’s become a regular routine for the two of you, and every few nights, you get this special time alone without Santa Carla’s other vampires watching. And you cherish these date nights of yours, when you get your Paul all to yourself.

[dmagedgoods]

Okokok I've been waiting!!!

🛡️🩸🕷️ going through the Shield Maze

🦊 during their first meeting

😈 when reunited in Act III

And of course

😇 during the proposal

Seelah and Salvadore in the Shield Maze 🛡️ Seelah: For one of those high-up, lordly snobs, he doesn’t seem to be too bad. Looks to me like he has a plan. And I think he cares. Iomedae, I hope we’ll find those kids that run into the maze. It could be too late already. Maybe we should have listened to that other guy and shown the sword. It would have been honest at least. But I guess he didn’t want a bunch of children throwing themselves against demon hordes. They could need some real training first. And some real food. 🛡️ Salvadore: I assume having a Paladin in the group will be of advantage. At least thanks to her, I can turn around without expecting a knife between my shoulder blades. She knows how to fight and she can follow orders. For the dangers ahead, this is something to work with. ~ Camellia and Salvadore in the Shield Maze 🩸 Camellia:

How wearisome. Another knight in shining armor. And as expected, he makes it appear as if falling into this hole was his personal decision to guide us back into the light. Well, it shall be all the same to me, his eagerness to lead will prove useful to finally step out of this disgusting place. 🩸 Salvadore:

She is well trained with her rapier. It speaks in her favor that she took her lessons seriously. Lower nobility often shows higher amounts of enthusiasm and ambition than those at the top. Nonetheless, her style in battle seems a touch … concerning. – The intensity, the … hunger? Well, maybe I’m overinterpreting her passion. Many soldiers enjoy the killing too, after all. ~ Wenduag and Salvadore in the Shield Maze 🕷️ Wenduag: Conceited fool, stumbling blindly into the darkness. Show me if you are strong enough and I will grant you a weapon beyond your wildest dreams, nourishing my own power. Oh, you will play right into my hands, stranger, and never notice until it will be far too late. 🕷️ Salvadore: The way they move when she walks … Can she use them to hold her pray like a real … They seem fully functional and twitch and curve and … Did she say something? This has to stop. Getting distracted by her extremities like some kind of naïve boy who stumbled into the world for the very first time. Disgraceful. ~ Nenio and Salvadore during their first meeting 🦊 Nenio: It is reassuring to discover that the mental abilities of at least a few specimens among the crusader armies lie high above the intelligence of the average cultist. Note to self: Measure the intellectual capacities of the leopard when separated from the boy. The way it reacted in battle suggests an increased understanding of its surroundings and situational thinking. Must find out if this phenomenon is caused by mutual influence. 🦊 Salvadore: Hubristic. Respectless. And appallingly clueless for someone pretending to be a scientist. Did she think this little test of hers was even vaguely challenging? Enough of this. We lost too much time with this nonsense. She can come along, no doubt that she would get herself killed in under twenty-four hours if she was left to navigate the city on her own. Nonetheless, she will have to learn to address me by my proper title. But there is at least one thing even more concerning than the utter lack of manners of someone calling herself an academic: I can’t believe this whole land lies in ruins through the hand of people with the intellect of an earthworm. ~ Woljif and Salvadore when reunited in Act III 😈 Woljif: He means it? I can … stay? The running off will just be forgiven and forgotten? No hard feelings and all that? Maybe the chief is not as much of an uptight upper-class bugger as I thought. But of course he would take me back! He needs me after all. ‘No stealing, Woljif, put this back Woljif, I swear you will spend a week in a cell, Woljif.’ Ha, I bet he missed it and the stuff I got for him! 😈 Salvadore: I didn’t expect to see him again. Well, it is good to know that he made it. He seems surprised. Did he expect me to judge him for behavior this predictable? I knew that he would run sooner or later when I freed him from that cell. And I know he will run again. It does not matter. He is none of my soldiers and we have no contract. His abilities are useful for our group and for the crusade and I will make good use of them as long as he provides them. Well, I may admit that I missed his fanciful, confusing stories. ~ Daeran and Salvadore during the proposal 😇 Daeran: Look at him, all radiant in white, striding like this place was his already. There isn’t the slightest doubt in him that he will make it, is there? – That he will put an end to it all and stand victorious. This ridiculous confidence, this unwavering certainty, it was there right from the start. How did he manage to infect me with it? It makes my head spin. Am I floating? I can barely feel the ground. Oh, it all be damned! This future will be mine, it will be ours, I won’t allow some ugly crack in the world to take it from me! He better makes true on all those high promises! And I’ll give him another reason to! 😇 Salvadore: Lord Arendae. He can’t possibly mean … Has he ever appeared more vibrant than in this very moment? More alive? Lord Arendae. No, he is not joking. A promise to gift him forever.

He has planned to ask him, he has already drawn the first drafts in his mind, of all the sophisticated details as soon as the worldwound would be closed. It has been so clear to him: Of course, it would be him, Knight Commander Salvadore Arrigo, who would do this step and propose. And Daeran would tease him, would draw back an inch, withholding a clear answer at first, before smiling at him – a smile that would give away the truth of his feelings and …

Yes, this very smile is here, it is here right in front of him. But they stand near the dreadful ruin of this former fortress, blood falling down on them, the hardest battle of their lives right ahead – and there never has been a moment more perfect, more complete.

Lord Arendae. Lord Salvadore Arendae. The world seems to dance around him and he realizes that he has stared in speechless silence for far too long.

He straightens his back, emotions flooding from his heart, through his veins, too strong to be held by his body, he may as well be torn apart by their intensity.

But he manages to compose himself enough for the answer. An answer given with every fiber of his being.

[dirtyvirgotarot]

What Will The Next Function You Go To Be Like? A Pick-An-Image SHUFFLEMANCY reading! 🌟

🤍This pick a card is all about what will happen at the next function, or party, or whatever you're getting all dressed up to go to! This is a SHUFFLEMANCY reading, so instead of divination tools like cards, I'll be using a specially curated playlist, and use the shuffle button to divine via mood, genre and lyrics! Take what resonates and LEAVE THE REST! I'll talk to you in your respective pile! ~~~~~~~ Pile 1 (The Record): Your Song: Candlelight by Moon Hooch Lighthearted and carefree, for some, it might be a concert or a small band playing that you're going to, if not a full-on party! I feel, though, wherever this is might have an air of sophistication. This ain't no frat party. Get ready to have an amazing time! I feel you won't be alone, you'll go with at least two others to this function, and you'll be really feeling yourself! Spinning, dancing, you're going to look amazing, and you know it. Self-love and self-care are recommended always, of course, but indulge while you get ready! Use that nice body lotion, put on that cologne, you'll be seen as the person you want to be seen as! I don't immediately sense any romantic potential, this party will be a you moment, if not you and close friends! It'll be a bash to remember, lots of amazing memories and most importantly, a major boost in self-confidence that will stick with you! If there is any sort of flirting in the air, it's playful and fun, and not too serious, you're really going to be in your own headspace, and not worried about anyone else. Dance the night away! 💃🕺👯🎶 ~~~~~~~ Pile 2 (The Dress): Your Song: Candlelight by Relient K ♥ Lyrics A daaaaatee! Omg, you're going to go on such an amazing date! If you do not have a S/O, then someone extremely close to you is going to take you out, a one-on-one hangout, just the two of you! This person thinks of you oh so very highly, and has you on a pedestal. You certainly love them too, of course, but I think this date is going to show your friend or S/O's true colors when it comes to you and how they feel about you! I can certainly even see some friends to lovers situations happening here. It's going to be a significant event emotionally, a strengthening of bonds between two wonderful souls! It might not be the fanciest outing, but I see walks around town, going to an ice cream parlor and eating outside while chatting, laughing and having good conversation, all while you look absolutely darling to them. They won't be able to take their mind or their eyes off of you! 🔗💞🕯️🧑‍🤝‍🧑 ~~~~~~~ Pile 3 (The Girl) Your Song: all the good girls go to hell by Billie Eilish ♥ Lyrics

Ohoho.. Juicy! You're going to have a great time. I feel like this might be a typical party, perhaps a college/frat party, lots of people are there. Someone is going to show up at this party that did you real wrong, and they aren't looking so hot about it when they see you. They'll see you and have a guilty face, and for good reason! Don't interact much or start anything, but you absolutely have the right to look, act, and BE better than they are. Enjoy your time, and have fun, but you'll find yourself catching glances at this asshole to see what they're up to. A bit of petty energy, but petty is fine as long as you keep it in your mind! ;) Be polite and cordial if you get into a conversation with them, always take the high road. In the end, it's giving them their karma, their just deserts. Try not to let it stay on your mind the entire night, find a group of friends that can help you forget about their presence for a bit, but be prepared to feel their kicked puppy energy. Keep them at a distance, you are not worth their bullshit. They're messy, they're fucked, they don't deserve your attention, so don't give them much, if any! Just mind your business, and wear your adorable little devil horns in private. 😈💅🍷😇 ~~~~~~~ Pile 4 (The Headbanger): Your Song: Every Night I Dream of Dancing by Andrew Huang ♥ Lyrics Awww... You and a friend or S/O are going to have some time to yourselves. I have a feeling maybe distance or obligations has been keeping you two away from each other, but if you haven't already, you're going to be making plans soon! It'll be a long-term visit, days of maybe road-tripping, going to beaches, even just dancing on your kitchen floor, or heading to bed while it's raining and getting frisky under the comforter. Life is hard for you and your friend or S/O as well right now. I can sense the feeling of fighting against obligations and distance and timing to be able to breathe, to get out and spend some time with each other. You miss this person, and they miss you, and this next outing is going to be the breath of fresh air you both need! A much needed boost of motivation to maybe work on and improve your scenario so such problems happen less! You'll return from it feeling like nothing can hold you down, or hold you back from being with this person! Even if you both live together, or are with each other every day, something has been holding you back from going out for some fun, going on a date, or just having a few days together. It's gonna happen soon, and you'll both be smiling and cuddling and rejuvenating your spirits! 🚫⌚😩🏄🚗✨🫂 ~~~~~~ General Afterthoughts and Notes for All Piles: OMG THE TWO SONGS I HAVE WITH THE TITLE 'CANDLELIGHT' WERE PICKED! I can definitely sense a lot of matters of the heart with this reading, different yet unified under that one root theme. Whether it's self-love, true love, betrayal, or companionship, these events certainly have to with candlelight. Think of each of these readings as a candle at different points of it's life-cycle. That is truly what it felt like to me, not in order, granted. Pile 1 was a candle that had been lit a little while ago, but not too long ago. Pile 2 was the freshly lit candle, burning bright and tall! Pile 3 was the completely melted, fizzled out candle, and Pile 4 was the worn, very melted, yet still flickering with that gentle flame. How beautiful is that! Light a candle, and feel the tranquility as you watch it live out it's beautiful life, just like you are! 🤍 Thank you for reading! If you liked it, be sure to stop by my Tumblr and my Youtube page for more in-depth readings! If you would like to tip me for this reading, I do have a Ko-Fi page! :D Stay tuned for more fun readings, and I hope you have an absolutely wonderful day! -DV 💜💚

[jtargaryen18]

Constant Craving

Masterlist

Pairings: Mike Weiss (Puncture)/Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, mentions of recovery, smut

Summary: A follow up to Getting Clean. Mike calls you late, late at night.

A/N: A request for @salomewrites​: sorry I know this is not the place, but that second shirtless gif got me WEAK. If you have the time, would you please please kindly do a smutty fic inspired by that gif? Even a quick little fic would be divine. I genuinely could not help myself but I know my queen can help me 😇😇♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ (if not, it’s absolutely 100% fine love you so much) 

I adore you! 💖

I don’t consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site or translated. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but tumblr, it’s been reposted without my permission.

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You didn’t check the caller id when you answered the phone. Somehow you knew it was him.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Mike’s voice purred in your ear. “What are you doing?”

A quick glance at the clock told you it was 11:45. Almost midnight.

“Getting ready for bed.” Truth was best.

The sound of papers shuffling. You knew what he was doing. He was in his bed, working on his endless stream of cases. Flipping through channels on TV.

“I know it’s late…”

You knew what was coming.

You’d given him a ride to the courthouse just a few days ago and let him talk you into his house. Into his bed. And you’d enjoyed that evening so much. You’d enjoyed the night even more. Mike did appear to be trying to straighten his life out, get away from the substances.

Sex had been just the same and sex with Mike was good. There had been an edge of desperation that night that wasn’t there before. He held you just a little tighter, stayed inside you longer.

Oh, but you knew it wasn’t as simple as that. Mike was still getting clean. How many times had you slid back into that hole before you managed to pull yourself out?  Drug addiction was a nightmare when you realized you needed to escape it. How many times had you told yourself you could make it to dawn at 1 AM only to be trolling a dangerous city street looking for dealer by 3?

“Hey, can you come over?” Mike asked just what you thought he was going to ask.

No. Not a good idea.

And if you said no? You knew what Mike would do. He’d call a professional and she’d bring him drugs. If he wasn’t on a bender right now.

“Please?”

Your heart squeezed in your chest. Why did you have to fall for a man with so many demons?

Just because you went to check on him didn’t mean you had to stay, right? You didn’t have to sleep with him.

“Okay,” you finally muttered. “Give me a few minutes.”

“I’ll unlock the door for you,” he said. It was the only thanks you’d get.

“Have you eaten?” You knew that hunger could make cravings worse.

“Well, if you pass a McDonald’s…” The rich sound of his chuckle had you grinning.

“Fine,” you told him. “But you owe me.”

“I’ll pay up when you get here,” he said in a more suggestive tone.

“I said I’d come over, counselor,” you teased him. “Doesn’t mean anything else is going to happen.”

“I can make a hell of a case for it though.”

“I know.” You knew all too well.

It was just shy of one in the morning when you reached his house. You locked the door behind you and carried the bag with his takeout down the hall to his bedroom.

And you’d been right. There he was stretched out with files, papers, a couple of textbooks scattered around him on the bed. You knew he was probably already naked under that bedding and you couldn’t help but watch him as he flipped through channels, that sharp mind going a mile a minute.

People underestimated Mike. He was a gorgeous guy, true. But his mind? People didn’t get it. He was one of the sharpest people you knew. It made you wonder if he did drugs because it was hard to function on that level. Maybe the high brought relief. 

You just stood there watching him and he hadn’t noticed you yet.

When he lit up the bong, you cleared your throat.

Mike didn’t pause or cringe in guilt. He took his hit, put it back on his nightstand.

“I object, counselor,” you told him with a smirk.

“It’s just weed,” he told you dismissively. “It’s all I’ve done in the last four months.”

You moved closer to the bed, holding out the McDonald’s to him.

“Don’t give me that look,” Mike said, his gaze sweeping over you. “You didn’t cheat?”

You shrugged as he took the bag. “Once or twice.”

You watched puzzled as he placed the bag on his nightstand too.

“I thought you were hungry,” you told him.

Mike slid across the bed throwing the covers back and sending his files and books off the side. He wasted no time, invading your personal space wearing only black silk boxers. The muscled wall of his chest filled your field of vision, those quick hands working off your jacket. He smelled like marijuana and spicy aftershave. The warmth and scent of him went to your head.

When he started kissing you, you had to at least try to pump the brakes.

“Mike,” you whispered when you managed to break the heated kiss. “I just came over here… to check on you.”

“I know,” he muttered against your neck, his lips teasing the tender flesh beneath your ear as you trembled in his clutches.

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you.” You’d managed to get your hands between you, palms flat on the warmth of his chest. His heartbeat lightly thrummed against your palm.

Mike pulled you towards the bed, his hands furiously yanking up your top and pulling It over your head.

Yeah, you could be trying a lot harder to stop him.

God, but you wanted him. You’d always want him.

You were flat on your back on his bed in the blink of an eye, his hands pulling off your shoes, your jeans with an impatience that you weren’t used to from him. When he had you stretched out beneath him in your just bra and panties, you lifted a hand to smooth over the side of his face.

“Mike?” You didn’t know what you meant to ask. More than anything you needed him to be okay.

And you needed him.

Turning his face, he pressed a kiss into your palm, even as his hands were sliding under you to unclasp your bra.

“You didn’t just come over here just to check on me,” he informed you with a heated glance. “You knew what I wanted when I called.”

Arching your back up, you let him pull the bra off you.

“It was that or a hooker, huh?” you were only half-joking.

Mike lowered himself over you, pinning you with his weight and grinding the hot ridge of his cock into your thighs as he did.

“Don’t do that,” his voice was low, and he was staring you down. When you lifted your hands to his shoulders, he collared your wrists in his hands and pinned them to the bed. “You kept your distance for months and you know that. You’d come help me out when I asked but… when I tried to make a move, you shut me down fast.”

You couldn’t deny any of it.

“I couldn’t get you out of my head,” he told you, stealing kisses from your lips and continuing to grind that heated length against you, making you crave him. “I’d finish up whatever case I was working… and then you were all I could think about.”

Your heart fought against his words even as your heart ached in your chest. Mike had never been one to make any type of sentimental declaration like that.

More kisses, soft and warm over your face, your neck and shoulders. His grip on your wrists tightened but didn’t hurt. When his lips spread around the tight point of your nipple, you were arching up for more, spreading your legs and letting him settle between them. It made the ache so much worse because he was grinding his cock directly into your melting core. Your thighs clutched around those narrow hips and you started grinding back. All the while his heated mouth teased your breasts, his tongue a wicked lash that set you on fire. The scruff of his beard brushed your tender breasts in a way you loved. The bastard knew it and used it to his advantage.

“I need you,” he whispered so softly you may have imagined it.

You didn’t immediately realize he’d released your wrists as his lips blazed a path down your stomach. Your panties were black but soaked and he had to peel them off you. Wrapping those heavily muscled arms around your thighs, he pressed his face into your pussy with an urgency that had you crying out, curling around him.

“Mike… please…”

Mike groaned at that, his tongue twisting in your folds. That clever tongue lashed at the center of your pleasure and dove into your channel with a ferocity that left you breathless. He was fucking greedy about eating you out. He held you open, taking you apart with his mouth while you writhed above him, fought to breathe. Your hands grabbed frantically at his hair, his brawny shoulders, the bedding while you begged him over and over mindlessly to come…

Mike completely wrecked you with his mouth, his fingers until you were a sobbing, boneless mess on his bed. Swiping at his mouth with the back of a hand, he rose up to push his boxers down and off. His cock was as magnificent as the rest of him, hard and slapping up against his abdomen once it was freed.

Grabbing your thighs, he pulled you down to him, pushing them wide as he began pushing inside you. Wet as he’d gotten you, he slid in easily. But the sheer size of him splitting you open. Would you ever get used to that? He took your breath away as he bottomed out, grinding into you slowly.

It caught you off guard when he pinned you beneath him, sliding his hands up your back to hook over your shoulders as he began to move in you, slow and easy. Usually, Mike was content for you to be on top, doing a lot of the work while he watched you with those devilish blue eyes.

This wasn’t the Mike you were used to.

All you could do was wrap your arms and legs around him as he began to pull you down on his cock, grind you into the mattress. Mike was all you could see, sweat-slicked muscles working beneath your hands as you held on. As he held you down and made you feel him, made that escalating riot stirring in your core that much stronger.

His lips rained kisses down on every inch of flesh he could reach as he rocked into you, hard enough to inch you up the mattress into the mound of pillows he favored. Your heart raced as you rolled your hips with him, wanting more. Needing more.

“You feel so fucking good,” he hissed as his thrusts came stronger. “Don’t remember… you feeling so good before…”

One roll of your hips had you gasping when it brought him up against your g-spot. Mike shifted until he hit that note again, knowing from the way your body seized and your nails dug into his skin when he found it. Then he relentlessly went after it as he did everything else, angling his thrusts to hit that hidden trigger until you went wild beneath him. You struggled uselessly in his hold, your channel clamping around him as the orgasm wrecked you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, fighting to hold on even as he drowned you in pleasure.

Mike’s thrusts gained in speed and strength, had you riding another wave of pleasure while your heart raced and you panted beneath two-hundred pounds of muscle and lust. His body tightened around yours as he pounded into you, over and over until he came growling against your neck, his hips urgently pumping into you as pleasure leveled you both.

Rolling onto his back by your side, Mike panted with his eyes closed and all the usual anxiety smoothed from his face. The gorgeous fans of his eyelashes were still as he lay next to you, his chest rising and falling. The din of voices from the TV was the only other sound as your skin cooled on his bed.

You were sleepy and sated but your mind was still running, still warning you to be careful. Tomorrow was your day off, sure, and Mike probably remembered that. It didn’t mean you should be careless.

When you began to shift, a heavy arm draped over you, pulling you into the hardness of his body. “Where you going?”  he whispered without opening his eyes.

You blew out an exhale, knowing you should just be honest, but you didn’t have the heart.

“I should go,” you whispered.

His grip on you tightened. “You’re off tomorrow.”

Called it.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t have plans already,” you said in a much sweeter tone than you intended.

Mike rose above you, sleepy and… fucking adorable. Damn him.

“It’s late,” he whispered, dropping a kiss onto your lips. “Stay.”

You wanted to.

When you pulled away from him, the look he shot you was one of… hurt? Pleading?

“Just going to the bathroom,” you told him, fishing your panties out of the floor. “Why don’t you eat?”

Mike nodded and he was settled under the covers when you came back, already half done with his fast food. You could feel his gaze on your as you climbed back into his bed, stretched out next to him.

He didn’t finish eating, tucking everything back into the bag and tossing it back onto his bedside table.

Then he pulled you against him, urging you to rest your head on his chest, against his heart. His arms felt so good around you and for now, you weren’t going to over think it. Mike hadn’t exactly been a cuddler before and the raw need he seemed to have for you now? You were more than a little afraid it would break you.

Tonight, you pushed it out of your mind..

Tonight, he was yours.

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[mym-senpai]

Okay let’s go for part 2 💅🏻💅🏻

Hiii hello hey there besties ✨✨✨

Where were we ? Oh yeah here

So I have a question kurisu. HOW 👏🏻DID👏🏻YOU👏🏻KNOW👏🏻?👏🏻

Like I have never telle anybody here (I think) that I don’t like coffee. And also if I drink coffee, I just don’t sleep for days ???? Even my coke I bought the caffeine free one ??

Are you a psychic 👁 ?

(Also matcha tea (with milk or without u do u) >>> u can’t change my mind)

Funfact. What bokuto said, is exactly what my mom told me when we do shopping together. Because yes it’s always between pink and blue for me. And apparently blue is better ?

This. This right there. This is my specialty 💅🏻. When we travel with my friends it’s mandatory to have somebody with me 24/7 or else I will disappear and reappear randomly. But I swear like Akaashi said “I don’t mean to be forgetful”.

Also, random shots always happened when I disappeared. It’s chaotic and funny as hell. So yeah I won’t stop. Soz

Bokuto, buddy, you can’t lie 😭😭😭

Okay I didn’t say a word for a long time but I am just giggling and kicking my feet. Like this is me rn :

First of all, I thought the exact same as Tsukki. Like words for words.

Then, hahahaha you are a loser Kuroo. It serves you right. Betting against Akaashi. Is your Brian functioning. I am happy that you lost nearly 200$ 😚 😚

And high five Kenma for not forgetting, you are an icon. Stan kodzuken for clear skin.

And Bokuto you better run before I get my hands on your kneecap 😇

Okay, I think I said everything. I hope I wasn't too much help

But really, thank you. I really like it. It made me so happy. And you get my personality really accurately !! Am I this generic hahahaa

Anyway, to thank you I have my own little idea but again stinky university work, so I haven’t finish it yet. 

Look for your notification, you will have something soon ! (but don't expect too much from me please I suck ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა)

THANK YOU AGAIN

LUV U 💜💜💜

dreamy drabble for @mym-senpai

akaashi keiji + friends to lovers troupe!

notes: writing this made me realize two things: akaashi reminds me of myself, but you, based off of what you said, in a way remind me of bokuto so reading into these characters here is quite interesting actually. i'm so sorry this took forever to do, i have never written fully for akaashi, but i hope you enjoy!

word count: a whopping 3.4k :| idk how to shut up

akaashi keiji has been losing sleep.

this has nothing to do with the fact that his job as a manga editor keeps him up at night, with deadlines always creeping up on him always sooner than he thinks. nothing to do with the fact that he's running out of instant coffee to make at home. and nothing to do with the fact that bokuto needs to get his taxes filed by him within the next two weeks.

it has everything to do with the fact that he fears he's drifting away from you.

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