#also in mops twice

[squashfolded]

Even more the janitor always mops twice doodles

[ii-zi]

If they have the audacity I'm going to have twice as much fucking audacity. “didn't i leave half a soda bottle?” didn't I leave a clean table and kitchen last night before going to bed?? AT THREE A.M.??

[tweedlebean]

The problem with being the night janitor and the day janitor is I break my back getting the building nice and clean, go to bed, wake up and go back to see it looking like I didn't do anything the night before.

[bumpscosity]

S15 is genuinely one of the best seasons of sunny in a LONG time

[dorkylittleweirdo]

never thought i’d be doing so much work for something i don’t get paid for and a rabbit i didn’t even want but ya know these things happen

[globrights]

sometimes being a poc watching a white show that has decided it wants to be unapologetically racist means that u can’t just decide to be upset about the racism in a vacuum but still get to enjoy the show because over time it cuts you down and eventually you can’t even look at the characters and remember that they have brought u joy all u see is the actors that portray them and the writers that were responsible and the producers that were complicit and the show runners who decided that this is the hill they want to die on and sometimes these roles overlap which is worse and it’s quite hard to feel anything but disgust

[babeymac]

dee in that police uniform..... can u believe....... 

[special-support-section]

if she could cooperate for five seconds and get an NPBB chain jalter could kill the 3BP ibaraki but she absolutely refuses

[witchycamisado]

idk how but my brain must have gotten scrambled and reset because i not only detail cleaned my entire room but i did it over the course of multiple days !! multiple days in a row of motivation !! its been months since ive had this yall

[revolverwaffle]

Contemplating just taking a week off from work to chill lol

I got a ton of vaca time and kinda wanna just catch up on all my stuff at home. It's been kinda non stop for me as far as obligations go and working fulltime eats so much time ugh.

[squashfolded]

Can NOT stop thinking about the waitress in the janitor always mops twice

[alltoolewis]

First of many- Lando Norris

Haven't written for this cutie pie in so long that I was having withdrawal symptoms!! This is from my 1k followers prompt list & I was given the idea from a very kind anom (so thank you so much!!) This kind of reminds me of Lando's recent stream with Luisa, which I can add was the most purest thing I have ever watched! Happy in love Lando is the best Lando! But I hope you all enjoy your very own POV of being in one of Lando's streams!! Love you all!

Prompts- "Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before..." "Did I just say that out loud..."

Summary- Lando surprises you with your very own gaming setup next to his... but its not the only thing he surprises you with...

“Come in... but close your eyes!!” Lando yelled clear excitement in his voice... he was waiting for you to come into his game room ever since you came home from work, but you insisted you had to have a shower and get changed into some comfy clothes before you could fully relax for the evening! “Okay... okay...” You giggled, closing your eyes as you went to open the door “But how do I know where you are...” You jumped as you felt a hand on your lower back, guiding you further in the room “I’m here baby... just keep them shut until I say...”

It wasn’t unusual for Lando to surprise you on his time off, he always found a way to make your rare time together even more special... from taking you to his hometown or to exploring random places you had both seen online, he made every moment a memory... “Okay, are you ready...?” He whispered excitedly, squeezing your hips as you leaned into his chest. “I suppose so... but I swear to God if it’s another prank...” “It’s not a prank baby... just open your eyes!”

The second your eyes adjusted to the lights you gasped; his game room setup had completely shifted as a brand-new purple game chair sat next to his opposite a table with your very own monitor “I remember you said on our first date you wanted to start learning how to game....” Lando nervously whispered, unable to read your reaction “So I thought what a better way to get started than having you learn from the best...” Your eyes gazed across the room as you noticed all the little details, he had put into it, from picking your favorite colors to the purple aesthetic apple mac you had shown him only a couple of weeks ago... he really thought of everything!

 Not being able to say a word, you covered your face with your sleeve trying your best to muffle the sound of your sobs “Baby... what’s wrong?” Lando cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist allowing you to cry into his chest “I thought this would make you happy not sad... is it the color? I can always change it if you’d like...?” “No one has ever done anything like this for me before...” You cried, raising your head up for him to wipe away the falling tears his shirt didn’t mop up “This is the sweetest thing I have ever seen... thank you, baby!” Lando pecked your lips gently, as he guided you around his newly designed room, pointing out all the changes he had made for you!

“So here is where you will sit m’lady...” He spoke poshly, guiding you to your game chair as he spun you round to meet the desk “Here are all the games I picked out for you... I’ve already added you to my gameplay so we can get started straight away! I’ve also got you some more headphones in case you just want to join me in here to study instead...” “You’re the sweetest... do you know that?” You giggled as the familiar pink blush formed at yet another compliment! You loved it when he’d go shy on you... even after 5 months together you still had the ability to turn him into the shy, awkward Lando that you had first met!

“Yeah... yeah... once or twice...” He laughed, quickly trying to change the subject “I thought for our first session I’d teach you a little bit of this...” Reaching down under his desk he pulled out a dark purple steering wheel, a similar design to the one that stood next to his system. “You’re throwing me in the deep end straight away...” You gasped jokingly “I think I might ask Charles to teach me F1 y’know... cause can actually win a race...!”

“Ohhhh... I see how it is then...” Lando clutched his chest as though he had just been hit “I’ll just ask Iola instead to join me-“ “Okay never mind... you can teach me!” You quickly objected at the thought of him inviting his ex-girlfriend round! “So how do we start...?”

To say you were shocking at the game was a bit harsh, lets just say you probably wasn’t going to even finish a grand prix anytime soon... even with a professional race driver next to you... “C’mon baby... you need to follow the arrows!” Lando laughed as you once again crashed into the barrier, hiding your face in shame as you boyfriend continued to squeal next to you! “In my defence we’ve only been playing for an hour... I don’t think I’ve been that bad...” “You’ve been great darlin...” Lando smiled kissing your temple as he went to set up his console. Your eyes couldn’t help but hover over the little camera on top of his monitor... you know how much streaming meant to him, he adored interacting with his fans probably almost as much as racing...

“Landoooo..” “hmmm”

“Can we go live?...” His head popped up at your question, causing his eyes to go wide “Huh?” Although his fans knew he was dating you, you have always been shy when showing off your relationship... you’d obviously attend race weekends with him or have the odd insta picture with each other in but it only came with minimum content...

“Should we go live?” You asked again, voice going quieter “I mean we don’t have to, but I just thought your fans would enjoy it!”

“Awwww who’s the sweet one now?!” Lando giggled, pulling your chair closer by one of the arms so he could plant a sweet kiss to one of your cheeks “Of course we can honey... are you sure ready for all the questions tho, they can be brutal!”

“With you next to me I can face any questions!” you grinned, bracing yourself for what the next hour or so was going to bring you!

“Well hellooooooo everybody!” Lando beamed as his viewer count started to quickly go up. With the nerves starting to get to you, you hid yourself out of view hoping nobody would catch on just yet about you being there... “Why am I live now?” Lando repeated one of his fans questions “Well, my very special guest thought we’d let you in on one of our gaming sessions where I teach this one...” Lando dragged your chair closer to him, wrapping his arm scruffily across your shoulder “how to play F1!” The comment section instantly filled with excitement as you gave them the inside scoop on your relationship!

& For the next hour that’s what you did! From playfighting to laughing fits, you forgot about the thousands of people watching across the world and just been your normal selves!! “Right!” You laughed as your driver once again spun into the wall “I think it’s time I go bed...”

“Ahhh are you giving up already!” “Nope... driving lessons are only supposed to for an hour or so & I’ve passed that by some bit!” Giving the viewers one last wave, your confidence grew as you captured his lips to yours “I’ll try and wait up for you, but take your time with them...”

“Okay love... goodnight!” Lando smiled as you walked out the room, muttering a tired goodnight back to him!

“I love you so much!”

His words caused you to freeze at the door, chills filling your body as the words you desperately wanted to hear for months repeated in your mind “What did you just say?” You smiled, turning your head back round to find a flustered Lando...

“Did I say that out loud...?”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you nodded your head, running back to him as you leaped on his knee... forgetting about the audience you had! “Yep... I did!” You cried burying your head in his neck “But I think I may need to hear it again...”

This time he looked you dead in the eyes, tears gracing his own as he repeated the words he prayed he would be able to tell you for years...

“I love you angel...”

[castielcommunism]

early seasons are also good because sam and dean do humiliating and mundane shit while working cases. they are NOT cool action heroes. in folsom prison blues dean’s big plan is to get the shit beaten out of him by a guy twice his size and sam has to mop a bunch of bathroom floors to get information about the ghost

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Pairing: Puppy Hybrid (Inumimi)!Yuuji x Fem Reader

Content Warning: Dubcon elements, interspecies, breeding, creampie, dry-humping, knotting, extensive use of “love you”, technically pseudo-bestiality (?), no beta

Notes: I'm sure I had a misused word in here but I couldn't find it aha, brought upon because I've been reading too many puppy/wolf hybrid stories u///u

Word Count: 4.7k

You did it.

You finally did it.

You broke down to your friend’s insistence and adopted yourself a puppy boy. It took weeks and weeks of her nagging you about living alone along with a string of burglaries near your neighborhood to finally convince you to go to the nearest adoption agency to find one to take home.

It took an hour's drive and some paperwork, but you left the center with a pet that you thought was perfect for you. The puppy was much larger than you had initially planned to adopt, seeing as he seemed to prefer staying in human form, but you couldn’t resist how cute he was with his fluffy auburn tail and perky black and ginger ears to match. The thing that probably stood out the most was the mop of spiky pink hair at the top of his head. You’ve never seen a puppy person with pink hair like that before; and if his looks hadn’t sold you, then the way he came front and center to his pen with a precious smile that went all the way to the cute little spots on his cheeks, bending them upwards like dimples when he saw you, did. The little placard next to his pen also said “Yuuji”. You smiled at that. Even his name was adorable.

If you were completely honest, you didn’t know the first thing about raising a puppy boy, but you figured hybrids were close enough to humans that it couldn’t be too hard to figure out how to raise him. The first thing you did before you even got home was buy him a big shiny red collar and a silver pendant with his name on the front and your phone number on the back in case he ever got lost. The second thing you did was buy a large futon for him to sleep in.

You placed the futon in the corner of your living room when you got home, telling Yuuji that this would be his spot, and he looked so happy having a corner all to himself to nap in as you made dinner for the evening. After dinner, you decided to turn in for the night and raised your arms with a yawn.

“Bedtime, Yuuji!” you called out, expecting him to return to his corner but instead he followed you to your room and attempted to crawl into bed with you.

“No, you have to sleep in your bed.”

Yuuji blinked at you once then twice before attempting to squirm onto your bed again. You guessed whoever owned him before would let him sleep with them, but you weren’t sure if you were willing to do the same.

“No, bad boy.”

It’s as soon as you said “bad boy” that he pinned his ears back to his head and his lips trembled. That seemed to resonate with him as he sat at the corner of the bed instead of trying to climb back in. You steeled your heart to remain strong and not give in to his pouting, not that it was possible to ignore him when he dropped his chin on the edge of your mattress to watch you with those sad little walnut eyes, silently begging to sleep with you.

“Fine, fine, come on,” you told him and ruffled his hair to christen him with your approval. The sparkly glow to his face was immediate, and he wasted no time clambering his way in next to you. Yuuji bowed his head towards you to cuddle his ears against your chest before falling asleep. As you scratched the back of his furry ears and felt the weight of his muscular body lean into yours, a touch you haven’t felt from anybody in a long time, you had to admit your friend was right. Owning a puppy boy was pretty enjoyable.

The next few days you spend trying to get Yuuji accustomed to his new home, starting with teaching him how to say your name. You had read online that some puppies were smart enough to learn a few words here and there and wanted to see if you could teach Yuuji to do the same.

“My name is (Name),” you told him, keeping your hands pointed to your chest before aiming your fingers at him. “Yuuji,” then once more at yourself, “(Name).”

Yuuji pointed his ears forward to show he was paying attention though you still didn’t think it was sinking in as he squinted and tilted his head to the side.

“Repeat after me,” you asked him again.

Yuuji only smiled happily and tilted his head towards your hand for you to pet him. Petting him, you sighed. He still wasn’t understanding. Maybe you had hoped for too much too soon.

Seeing your disappointment, Yuuji surprised you by giving sloppy licks to your face to cheer you up. When it earned a laugh, he smiled at you before his attention span demanded that he watch the birds building their nest on the side of the window.

For days, you tried, again and again, to get him to say your name, and a month in you officially gave up the idea that your puppy boy would be one of the few that could learn bits of human speech.

At least until your house was broken into.

It was late on a weekday night when you had heard the crash coming from the other room of the house. Luckily, you’d been preparing for this day and bought yourself a wooden bat for self-defense. Even with that, you were aware that on your own you probably wouldn’t have made such a scary wall for your intruder to get around especially if they were bigger than you. Yet Yuuji was that perfect addition of brash and unexpected, with his low growl and larger canines, that you added up to a force that wasn’t worth the fight for the meager things you owned.

After you reported the incident to the police, you put your remaining energy into giving syrupy sweet thick praise to your pink-haired protector. You squished his pudgy cheeks in your fingers and gleefully cooed at him.

“Good job, who’s mama’s good boy,” you said, gifting him with Eskimo kisses as he proudly thumped his tail against the floor. “I love you, YuYu~”

Happily, pressed his forehead to yours. “Lauyu.”

“Wha-What was that?”

“Laufyou,” he repeated, wrong but understandable.

Your heart melted like ice in the sun as he snuggled against you.

"That's right! Good boy! You're such a good boy!"

Slowly, you stood and ushered him to stand as well. You headed to the bedroom to hopefully get some sleep for the night. You wrapped him in the sheets with you, holding onto him tighter for comfort. Happily, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled deep like meeting a long-lost love. Tomorrow you already had it in your head that you were going to cook some good food for your precious little sweetheart.

After work the next day, you went to the store to pick up some ingredients to make meatballs. You’d given some to Yuuji before, and he absolutely loved the stuff. Arriving home, you instinctively whipped your head to look at the futon in the corner of the room and saw familiar ears perk up and wiggle when you clicked the door behind you. His tail fluttered into the air and pattered back and forth.

“I’m home, YuYu.”

He came to you like a moth drawn to the flame to beg for you to pet his head by shuffling it under your free palm. You giggled. You don’t think you could ever get tired of someone being so happy just to see you.

You answered his pleas with a gentle pat to the head before heading to the kitchen. He was right on your heels as you unpacked your groceries. “Guess what I’m making,” you told him and flashed the package of raw chicken.

His eyes lit upon seeing it, and you stifled a laugh before starting to cook. He sat by your side the entire time, antsy for you to finish as you prepared the food. When you finished, you let the food cool on the counter, earning a soft groan from the impatient boy under you.

“It has to cool off, you don’t want it to burn your mouth, do you, baby?”

His bottom lip poked out in a pout, and you decided to ruffle his hair to comfort him. “Love you.”

His ears flickered, gently shaking at those words, and he shifted his head closer. He often did so to encourage you to praise him more but this time he nestled his face between your legs and whined deep from his throat.

“Yuuji?”

He wailed again and began swiping his head against your crotch. Flustered, you peeled your hand away from his head and to his arm to try to raise him to his feet. You’re successful in getting his head away from your privates but it did little when he decided that smothering his face between your breasts sufficed just as well.

You opened your mouth to ask what’s gotten into him. However, you’re interrupted by the jerk of his hips, a clean rut towards any sort of friction. Unfortunately, it’s your upper thigh that his body clashed with, the imprint of his cock extremely clear against your flesh thanks to the simple gray slacks you often dressed him in, and that small contact with your plush thigh had him desperately trying to hump you again.

“No, down!” you demanded and thrust your hands on top of his head to try to push him off of you. “I said down!” you repeated and successfully managed to break his hold and shove him away. “Bad boy!” you scolded harshly. “Very bad boy, Yuuji!”

Yuuji grimaced, flattened his ears towards his head, and walked off back to his corner. You sighed as he plopped onto his bed, and faced his back towards you.

You had no idea where that came from; but hopefully, that would be the first and last time he tried to show you his affections sexually.

It wasn’t unfortunately.

Every other day it seemed like your cute pup tried to test his luck when it came to mounting you. You had to resort to yelling “no” at him and spraying him with ice water from an old spray bottle to stop him from trying to mate you. You knew you needed a real plan when you caught him trying to use your pillow as a replacement.

Your friend suggested having him neutered. She was right in that neutering Yuuji would be the quickest solution to this particular issue, but when you thought on it deeper; you felt a little bad at the idea of having him fixed. You loved his high energy aside from the fact he would accidentally damage a few things around the house occasionally. Picturing his miserable docile face at having to wear a cone didn’t sit very well with you either. As a lone house pet, it wasn’t like he was a threat to actually breeding a puppy girl either.

Frowning, you supposed for now your spray bottle would have to do with keeping his rutting at bay until the hormones were out of his system.

What an ignorant choice that had been.

“Yuuji, get off me!” you growled out, face hot with embarrassment and stomach clenched and dangerously close to getting friction burn as your upper half repeatedly skidded against the fibers of your couch cushions. You were pinned by the puppy boy, bottle out of reach. His claws dug into your leggings right at the point where your hips and thighs meet while he rolled his hips desperately against your slightly raised rear.

He’s been at it for nearly two minutes now, and you were growing weak at the intense weight placed on your lower back by his powerful thrusts. He couldn’t help it though, not when watching you lounge around in those tight leggings outlining your ass and your soft hand dug into his hair while your other hand was preoccupied with flipping through television channels.

You’d been sweet-smelling and bright smiled since the day you pointed him out to take with you. He was lucky to have such a cute owner love him, and the need lighting in the back of his mind to breed you every time you touched him couldn’t be extinguished by your scolding as he inwardly cursed about how to connect the two of you fully with all this fabric in the way while the wetness that collected in his pants started to seep through his clothes and soak into yours along with the heat provided by his stiff cock.

Wondering if he’s almost done, you closed your eyes and debated whether or not to just let him finish so he’d calm down and let you up.

You heard him panting against your back, his saliva wetting your skin as his mouth connected with each thrust forward. “(Name), (Name),” he puffed out, and you couldn’t really enjoy the fact that he finally learned how to say your name when his hard cock is dragging against your cunt. All you knew was that you were definitely making him an appointment to be fixed.

Growling, he hooked his arms under your waist and pulled you tighter, frustration lacing his features, a line scrunching at the bridge of his nose as he couldn’t figure out how to separate you from your clothes so he could have your warm cunt squeezing around him and accepting his seed instead of the fabric of his pants. Yuuji settled on ramping up his force, and you gasped as your legs suddenly trembled and clenched with the throbbing of your pussy.

“That feels good,” you thought, moaning at the feel before your eyes screwed open with the brief remembrance of reality dancing through your mind.

That was a mistake.

You shouldn’t feel tingly and warm from this.

It’s wrong to think of your puppy boy that way.

Yet the way his cock dragged made it increasingly difficult to swallow the moan that wanted to rip free from your lips. Suddenly, his rocking came to an abrupt halt as he tightened his grip on your hips and quivered. More wetness dampened your clothes, and you ignored the tiny bit of disappointment floating somewhere in your gut and thanked the heavens that he finally climaxed.

His hold weakened steadily, and you were barely able to wiggle from under him to retreat to the safety of your room. You locked up for the night and ignored the moans for attention coming from the other side of the door.

You stopped those sad mewls from swaying your heart to let him in, choosing instead to shower the gross and sticky feeling away from your skin. You went to the bathroom and began to strip off your clothes to bathe. Pulling off your panties, you found wet stains soaked into the cotton but you already guessed to expect it even if you hoped you had been wrong.

You’d gotten aroused from your puppy boy.

You weren’t ashamed to some extent that one of the reasons you had adopted Yuuji was because you had been a little lonely. Sure, the main reason was for protection, but you did enjoy having him around, greeting you at the door, bringing you “presents” on your trips to the park in the form of old tennis balls he’d find around. This was different. How could you not feel ashamed? Getting wet for a puppy boy grinding against you, clumsily at that. It was wrong especially with a person that probably didn’t know any better.

The worst part was that you’re still turned on.

You decided to make your shower a cold one.

When you woke up, you decided to forget the events of yesterday and set new rules to start over so things would hopefully go back to normal. You opened your door, and it refused to budge more than about a foot before bouncing back. You peeked through the crack to find that Yuuji had fallen asleep outside your door after his hours of begging to sleep with you. Pity started to wiggle its way into your heart at seeing him on the cold ground, and you gently nudge him awake so you can get out and start the day starting with giving him a bath. No doubt he was still sticky and dirty from yesterday.

“YuYu, get up. It’s bath time.”

You’re greeted by excited brown eyes and a pink tongue sliding over your lips as he jumps up to litter your face with puppy kisses. “I love you too,” you chuckled and took him to the bathroom for him to wash up while you do a load of laundry and get breakfast ready.

When breakfast was done and Yuuji dressed in his clothes, tail pulled through the holes you cut out, you patted his head.

“Be a good boy, Yuuji. I’m going to work.”

He pouted like he always did when you had to go to your job, and he lifted onto his feet to give you a hug but you rejected him. “No, down,” you said sternly, and he sat back onto his butt and looked up at you sadly, making you bite down on your bottom lip regretfully. “Now, I’ll be back, okay?”

Yuuji nodded.

That was the first start in trying to put up new boundaries for your puppy boy to learn like no jumping up on top of you anymore especially because it was so easy with his strength to actually knock you over and potentially hurt you. And especially no sleeping in the bedroom anymore. He had a perfectly fine futon to sleep on and get dirty as he pleased.

It seemed to work a little in stopping him from trying to mount you as he grew accustomed to his new house rules. You simply had to stick it out and not give in to the deflated way he’d rest his head against his pillow when nighttime would come. He was still confused at why you were suddenly pushing him away, but you reasoned this was for the better.

However, you weren’t prepared for how this would also affect you. You really missed sharing your room with the cuddly pink-haired pup and having him snuggle his head against you in his sleep. And even though you kept him at bay to get him to stop the heated feeling churning in your gut when his muscles would flex against you in the middle of the night, you were still the one having dirty dreams about your loving inumimi.

You kept asking yourself if you were really that touch-starved and selfish.

The answer was yes.

Throwing your sheets off, you got out of bed and lightly shuffled your way to the living room and the futon where Yuuji was sleeping, cuddled to his pillow in replacement of you. Gently, you placed your hand on his shoulder and lightly shook him awake. He churned to look at you kneeled in front of him, and you giggled as his tail already shifted into a wagging position.

He was really too cute. It wasn’t fair.

“YuYu, do you want to sleep in bed with mama tonight?” you asked him, and he wasn’t sure what all of it meant but he definitely understood that “bed” usually meant sleep time and mama meant you.

Yuuji nearly scared you from how fast he got up and made his way to your bedroom. You followed after him quickly and wrapped your arms around him in the usual position so he could cushion his head against your chest and lay partially on top of yours. It’s not like either of you would be able to sleep though, not with the way his tail kept happily slapping the mattress.

You missed this.

You kissed the top of his head.

“Love you, YuYu.”

He licked you in acceptance, his tongue wide and flat against your skin as it slid over the uncovered tops of your breasts. The hot slickness tickled your supple swells. He was humming softly into your breasts, soft, misspoken love yous being muffled against your flesh. It was a splendid emotion that thumped at your ribcage.

The sheets began to pull closer to the foot of the bed as Yuuji braced himself on his toes, sluggishly springing on them to rock on top of you. He found a perfect spot for his legs to slide around one of yours, where his pelvis could dip right above your knee.

“Yuuji,” you called out, and instinct pulled him back, eyes blown wide, shoulders slouched, and ears submissively back. He begged inwardly not to get kicked out of your comforting room again, but you soften your voice as you slid your hand lower, as close as you could to stroke his lower stomach, your fingertips barely reaching his cock. “Good boy, Yuuji.”

He perked one ear back up, unsure if he heard your praises correctly until you start to stroke him even harder, tilting your body downward to reach his full length. “Good boy.”

That’s all he needed to draw his claws against you, aggressively pulling at your top and snagging mismatch rips all the way down. The closest he’s seen you naked was with your towel wrapped around you after a shower, now he can see the velvet of your tits and stomach flashing through the lines he made.

He squeezed your sides, his fingers hugging doughy curves as he brushed his nose over your chest, the tip stroking over your nipple. Yuuji buried himself in your scent. You still smelled like lilac from earlier but that isn’t what he was hunting for as he continued to search your body.

Your best scent would always come from here, he thought and shoved his face against your crotch, smelling your heat there. It was intoxicating, begging to be quelched. He slid his tongue over that sweet spot, growling when your shorts drag against his tongue, halting him from gathering the fragrant fluid pooling underneath.

How was he supposed to mate you with this in the way?

He wasn’t going to hesitate when he had the gift of your lyrical praises, and your hand patting his head. He tore into your bottoms, earning a hiss of pleasure and pain as his nails scratched against your inner thigh and his teeth pinched at your center.

“Wait, calm down,” you pushed his head away, earning a soft chittering growl as he squeezed onto your hips. “I’m trying to help,” you answered, snagging your own shorts lower on your legs. Getting the idea, he joined you in stripping them away and made short work of your panties by tattering them.

Finally, he could have you for himself and lapped at your slick cunt, his lips kissing along your puffy folds. You choked down a moan, his tongue much rougher on your sex than you were prepared for after all the hours of having him drag it against your face. But it added an extra edge when your bundle of nerves met that roughness head-on.

It’s unknown to you if Yuuji cared for pleasure or if puppy boys only seek to fill their mate with a thick seed and hold it there like normal dogs, but his heavy tongue on your clit had your eyes rolling into your skull as it slurped from opening to mound with no hesitation over hair. He slid his arms under your legs, pushing them up higher and higher, and furthered his kisses up your stomach.

“Laufyu, laufyu, (Y/N),” he repeated, reminiscent of you praising him.

“I love you too, YuYu,” you said back, raised your hips to nudge against his hard cock. You sat up halfway to tug his pants just enough to free him and held your breath when he easily lined himself up with you and thrust inside like it was burning him to wait any longer. Yes, Yuuji was already beyond simply aching to be inside of you, the thought of mating you made him so hard it was almost painful, and he took that out on you by ramming in between your legs, his fingers digging into your hips to steady himself while his teeth sink into the top of your shoulder, breaking the skin and making you cry out. He didn’t stop rutting but he had affectionately lapped his tongue at the wound as an apology.

The weight at which the head of his cock slammed your cervix had you tearing up and swinging your arms up to grasp onto him to relieve some of the ache riding along with the pleasure. It wasn’t really his fault that the two of you weren’t perfectly made for each other as you feel your stomach bulging lightly. But it didn’t matter. You had never felt so full before in your life, so you could take the lack of rhythm as he jackhammered into you. Growling, he slanted you upwards, locking your knees towards your head, and bending you into a mating press. He didn’t leave you a second to catch your breath, staying deep and only pulling out just enough to ram back into you.

You were embarrassingly wet at this point, hearing your cunt squelch around him each time he bottomed out, with each slap of his balls against your ass, and his bulb stretching your puffed lips. You’ve bathed him plenty of times to know he was similar to a canine down there as well but it’s only now you’re aware of how much puppy boys could grow as it’s adding pressure against your soaked entrance, determined to lock into you.

Hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your cries, you screamed as he pushed his knot inside of you. Yuji whined as he watched you take in his seed. Some of it had leaked out of you before he had a chance to knot you. If it kept leaking out like that then those puppies wouldn’t have a chance to take inside of you. He couldn’t do anything about that right now though as he throbbed pitifully inside of your pulsing core.

You were too busy catching your breath to notice it though instead your walls tremble around the bugle suctioned inside you, his cum staining you inside as he jerks and grinds to milk himself completely inside you.

Yuuji pulled back and out of you, frowning when more of the fluids he put inside followed. Slowly, he slid his cock back inside of you, hoping to push more of it back inside only for you to cream around his cock with his futile pumping. Yuji whined softly, finally earning your attention.

“Yuyu, it’s okay, we can’t, you can’t breed me anyway,” you tried to reason even if you know he probably wouldn’t fully understand you.

And you’re right as you feel his hips slowly building up to a hard rut inside of you that he was determined to prove you wrong and fill you until something, anything takes.

Mewling, you dropped your hand to your clit to get yourself off while you have the heat teasing you from the inside. You could almost feel yourself there as you roughly circled your engorged clit with two fingers. Your pussy was clenching impossibly tight around him, pulsing with the oncoming of your first orgasm. At least until you feel his thrust slow. Opening your eyes in frustration, you whimpered as you see his eyes completely focused on your fussily stroking hand, dilated in on you and his chest puffing slowly with each breath before the idea dawned on him to push your hand aside and replace your fingers with his own thick-skinned padded ones.

Your eyes widened at how fast he was learning.

As he aggressively began to grind your bead, you silently remind yourself to thank your friend one last time, whipped your head back into your pillow, and moaned out from swollen lips. “Good boy, Yuuji.”

[budder-mastersblog]

Can I just go on an unhinged rant about how GREAT Yamcha is?

Even on his first entrance to fight Goku, he just radiates pure badassery. He's not just an incredible martial artist, he's also a skilled swordsman, with an awesome looking sword to boot! Move over Trunks, your sword has nothing on this blade!

He was so skilled and strong that not only did he manage to hold his own against Goku and his Power Pole...

He actually kinda kicked his ass! He was able to smash him through a bunch of columns and keep him down for a good while. The only thing that kept him from winning was Bulma triggering his crippling fear of girls.

He's shown capable of learning Kaioken (at least in the games), it takes a lot of intense training to be able to use it, let alone without it wrecking your body, so the fact he was able to use it at all is impressive!

He's one of the only other pure humans, aside from Krillin and Master Roshi, to be able to use the Kamehameha Wave at a young age, let alone on his first try! I know this doesn't sound very impressive considering how often we see it, but remember, Master Roshi was lucky enough to use it after practicing for 50 YEARS! Yamcha did it on his first try!

He doesn't only copy moves, he makes up his own as well! His Spirit Ball is especially impressive, a attack made of pure Spirit Energy, not Ki. He's able to move and fling it around in whatever direction he wants, even if it's through the ground! It literally will not stop until it hits it's target. In fact it's one of, if not the only, attack to ever consistently hit it's target or fulfill it's intended purpose!

Look at him destroying all these gigantic pieces of rubble with ease! Nothing but a cake walk for our man.

He's also tough as hell, he was able to survive 300x the Earth's gravity, which by all means should've squashed him like a bug. But he pushed through it like a champ!

This massive blast that Goku made was from when he played Baseball with literal GODS. And he SURVIVED. I mean he wasn't directly hit by it, but considering how he wasn't within the Angels' protective barrier, and how this blast is way, way bigger than a baseball field, there's no way he wasn't affected by it. He was in the middle of all of this and lived! Stuck in a bush, but alive!

Hell he was complimented and even flirted with by Frieza, not once, but twice! You know, Frieza, the murderous tyrant that pops planets like pimples? How many characters do you know who can say that?

Even the DBS manga he's proven his value, not only did mop the floor with Moro's men, but he also held his own against Zauyogi, one of Moro's top dogs. You know, Moro, the guy who cored Super Saiyan God Goku like a fucking apple?

He did all of this, and remember, he's just a human. He's not some mutant with special powers, or an android designed to kill, or the child of a demon king, or an alien species that are just biologically overpowered. He's just a human, as human as you or me.

Yamcha is not weak by ANY means. It's a shame that an unfunny meme about him dying completely ruined a once skilled and competent character. Man was killed, lost his girlfriend to the guy who killed him, and is treated as a pathetic joke by the fanbase and even his own creators.

My man deserves some respect on his name.

[moemoemammon]

I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."