#cxm

[ladylyra]

i wonder

[princess-222]

And then there’s this certain point ,when u get into subspace after getting hard fucked ..it’s so foggy and light and you look up to your Dom with those silly happy eyes and just want to suck his dick for the rest of your life

[discord-weeper]

Thoughts on boys who conditioned themselves to never ever cum without permission? It's just not fair how easy it is for us to cum fantasizing about pretty girls but giving them nothing in return. I feel like I should have to earn it, even if it means days or weeks (or months... 😥) of denial

I really just love it, they get to cum so hard and sensitive...a lot of cum even is better. Makes me want to keep fucking their pretty minds out <3

Thank you very much! Didn't think me listening to Lana Del Rey can do that. Thank you for the compliment sweetheart.

[arrodeia]

turn aroooooouuunnndd briiight eeeyeeeeeeeeeeeees

[nonsensetime]

[pikurelle]

Group Hug! 🤍

[onekeii]

What's for dessert?

Day 10: Surprise visit Collar x Malice: Sasazuka Takeru x Reader Warnings/Genre: fluff, making out, slightly suggestive Word count: 838 Summary: You surprise each other for Christmas.  AN: japanese ppl absolutely do not eat a british roast dinner for christmas but just go with it

You and Takeru made no plans for Christmas; the two of you had more pressing life-or-death issues on your minds, but you weren’t about to let that stop you. Even if it’s last minute, and even if it’s just the two of you, you’re determined to make Takeru enjoy this Christmas (and finally eat some proper food).

So, you enter his flat, turkey and brussel sprouts in hand, and sneak straight past his room into the kitchen. He’s so busy tapping away at his keyboard that he doesn’t even notice you - perfect.

It takes hours, of course, and you mentally prepare yourself for him to walk in before you finish. Yet, predictable as ever, he doesn’t step foot in the kitchen, nor can you even hear him leave his room. I’m not convinced he’s human, you think to yourself.

You’re taking the turkey out of the oven - the final piece of your festive endeavour - when you catch a flash of green in the corner of your eye. You nearly drop the oven tray on the floor.

You only regain your balance because you’d yet to take the tray out fully. Before a serious accident can occur, you carefully place it onto the counter and push it further inwards - for good measure.

Finally, you spin around on your heels to face your straight-faced boyfriend. “Surprise!” you exclaim, clapping your gloved hands together.

“I think I surprised you more,” his voice is steady and monotonous, the only emotion displayed on his face is the slight curve of his mouth into a lopsided smirk. He traipses over and plants a kiss onto your forehead, playfully rubbing it in as his hand messes through your hair.

Takeru glances at all the food laid out neatly on the table: crisped potatoes, assorted veggies, stuffing, pigs in blankets, and a space in the middle reserved, assumedly, for the turkey.

“So this is what you were doing?” he muses. For a moment you think that, maybe, he’s impressed. “I was wondering why you were making all that noise.”

Whoops. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you turn your attention back to the turkey, carefully shuffling it onto a plate. “You knew?”

“Of course, I knew,” Takeru sighs. He plops himself down onto a chair, “You’re not very subtle.”

“Y-yeah,” you place the meat in the middle and sit across from him, your hands a tangled and panicked mess in your lap, “I wanted to do something nice for you, for Christmas.”

“It is nice,” you hear him say. When you shoot your head up, he’s smiling. It’s that rare one you hardly see - it’s not laced with cockiness or mockery, it’s just gentle. You smile back, “I’m glad.”

By the end of the meal, your brain is foggy with the sheer amount you’ve eaten. You glance over at your boyfriend, unphased despite eating most of the food, and grow a little envious. At least he enjoyed it, that’s good.

“So,” he rests his chin on his hand, “what’s for dessert?”

Crap. You were so distracted by how long your shopping list had grown that you completely forgot to add something sweet on there. That was rule number one with Takeru, how could you forget? You jolt awake from your looming food coma with adrenaline.

“I’ll make something real quick!” you announce. You could’ve sworn there were a few baking ingredients left behind from the last time you were here - perhaps that would be enough for him. 

When you try to scramble out of your seat and beeline to the cupboards, you don’t make it very far. A hand around your wrist yanks you backwards and you feel yourself fall, air whooshing past your ears at frightening speeds.

But you land in Takeru’s lap, his free arm holding you upright to face him. His expression is unreadable - all you can see is his face so close to yours, his breath warm on your lips.

And he kisses you.

Eyes wide open, you’re too shocked to react at first. Just a second ago you were trying to remember how to make sponge cake, or maybe cookies, and now Takeru’s lips were on yours, his tongue gliding through the delicious parting your surprise left him.

You let him in, melting in his hands so easily, and thread your fingers through his messy green hair in a desperate attempt to pull him even closer.

Takeru’s hands roam from your back to your soft thighs, he smiles into your kiss when you squirm at his touch adventuring further and further up your leg, under the hem of your skirt. He takes advantage of your little gasps and pushes his tongue deeper, wanting to explore you completely.

He’s the first to pull away and you follow for a second, unwilling to let go. His signature smirk makes you pout.

“You’re sweet enough for me,” he says.

Reaching up to cup his cheek, you pull him close again so that your lips are practically touching. “Good,” you whisper, and attack again. 

@12daysofchristmas

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[ladylyra]

he'd beef with a fish

[luhuala]

Collar x Malice Chibis~

[smalltownotomeenjoyer]

I made a meme :3

Some notes here:

1) Sasazuka says both of those things in the order they appear in the meme upon being asked.

2) Enomoto and Yanagi are giving MC the exact same bewildered look in this scenario. The difference between them however, is that Enomoto is taking the question seriously (imagining MC as a worm), and Yanagi is trying to humor MC, but is failing miserably.

3) Okazaki and MC have a very lengthy and serious discussion about what their literal worm wedding would be like.

4) Reactions to MC saying that to the LIs:

a) Sasazuka: “What the literal actual fuck are you on about.”

b1) Shiraishi (chapter 1): “You… are truly unfortunate…”

b2) Shiraishi (Good ending): “That sounds lovely :)”

c) Enomoto, hung up on the word “kissed”: “h h i thi nk th at wou ld be po g”

d) Yanagi, legitimately appalled: “Um???? Huh????”

e) You already know Okazaki’s response.

[princess-222]

Can you please tell me that I’m your little fucktoy and get covered in all of your cum? It would feel like a reward 👸🏼🥺

[nonsensetime]

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

reason: They are the most similar characters due to hown less experienced they are as detective. Mineo is very sensible to the attention Ichika give her and it's one of the rare route where she tease him so much. They're at ease with each other and even if Mineo want to protect Ichika he also know that she's a badass herself.

[kiochisato]

♡　＃　𓂃　Takeru sasazuka tumblr Layouts ! ❥　.　➶　 requested by anon. enjoy !

[hyperxlove]