#i forgot I like socializing sometimes it was nice to talk with an old friend c:

[bithegarden]

had a little party and got to see my friends todaay!! :D

[tadashisdisaster]

"Hey! It's me again, I'm back. Let's talk ASAP"

ANYWAYS hope ur doing well and healthy. Love you and your writing.

But I wanted to ask if you could write an skz member x y/n angst fic based off of skz's song, Sorry, I Love You. This is my first time actually requesting a fic so I'm trying not to make it awkward😭😭😭

But hope your day/night is going well so far!

-🌻

CWˏˋ°•*⁀➷    alcohol abuse, depression, one sided love, small stalking p, obsessive behavior, lonely, y/n is dating someone other than the ! Ot8 members, dark content, let me know if I forgot anything else🤍

AN~ ASAP baby, hurry up don’t be lazy. Aaah I love New Jeans’ new album so much! And don’t worry this wasn’t awkward. My first time making skz angst, or any angst on here! Hope you like it🖤🤍🖤

¡! ❞ 3rd grade sweet heart You had been his crush ever since you (quite literally) stomped into their life. Wearing red converses, jean shorts, toothy grin, baggy white t-shirt with a smiley face in the middle and your favorite fish hairpin. ‘Woah’ was all he thought. His cute third grade crush became his best friend, and soon first love.

¡! ❞ Rejection He had confessed his feelings to you while you were sleeping over. “Y/n, I uh, I like you…” you stare blankly at his face then laugh and throw a chip at his face. “HAH! Stop messing around. We’re like siblings, that would be weird.” You look at the t.v completely shutting him down.

¡! ❞ Mr.perfect isn’t so perfect “Meet my boyfriend! Ji-hoon.” You proudly say. Ji-hoon gives him a smirk and offers his hand to shake. “N/n has told me a lot about you. It’s really nice to finally meet n/n’s older brother!” The way he emphasized brother, really pissed him off. He reluctantly shook his hand. “Woah, killer grip you got there.”

¡! ❞ Hurt You come to his house soaking wet and in tears. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong y/n?” You sob about how unfair life was and asked him why ji-hoon had cheated on you. You cry, making him a bit angry. Why were you so upset over someone other than him…?

¡! ❞ lonely You had found another boyfriend, leaving him to drown in his sorrows. Beer and soju bottles littered the floor. He scrolls through your social media page, the only light in the room seemed to be the phone and your smile through the screen. He felt numb, all he did was cry and drink. You looked so happy, without him…? Where you happier without him?

¡! ❞ Stalker stalker With a little help from your posts, he had found out where you lived. He shaves his face and showers. He grabs a black mask and hat and leaves his home. He missed you so bad. He pulls up to the outside of your apartment. Watching you happily walk hand and hand with your new lover. He grips his steering wheel wishing it was him with you instead. He drives up to you apartment every day, hoping you do and don’t see him.

¡! ❞ Like old times! He finally gets the guts to call you and ask if you wanted to hand out. “They released that movie you always liked when we were kids. It’s back in theaters.” You gasp and squeal, “NO WAY REALLY! how does 5pm sound!?” He chuckles “sure…sleep well y/n.”

¡! ❞ Let you go!? But how? You had been hanging out like you used to. Casual late night talks. He’s trying hard to accept the one sided love, but finds it so hard. His heart aches listening to you laugh on the other end of the phone, then abruptly saying goodbye, leaving him for your now fiancé. “Night!” Sometimes he cry’s himself to sleep, sometimes he doesn’t. But it still hurts. He tried going on dates. But that never seemed to work. He drives to your shared favorite spot, a beautiful hill covered in flowers of different colors. He lays down in the field “I’m sorry I love you y/n…” little did he know, you felt the same, but never told him because you felt it was too late.

[your-queer-dad]

hi dad,

I want to start by saying your blog is amazing and you help so many people, I hope you know that xx.

I'm in a bit of a situation and I hope you can give me some advice (no worries what so ever not, I'm sure you get a lot of these haha).

So, I really struggle making friends, but I've had one good friend for a couple of years, A. She's absolutely amazing, even with all the shit I put her through (I sh and I'm pretty sure I have an Ed and I'm autistic so I have no social skills whatsoever, sometimes it feels like she's more of a carer than a friend even though I try to keep that stuff from impacting her too much. It not her responsibility and I don't want her worrying) (I'm in therapy, so you shouldn't worry either)

Anyway A is just a bit too kind for her own good, one of our old friends she really didn't like and neither did I, but we just kinda stayed friends with her until we found out that she SA'd a girl, we talked to her about it asking if it was true and then she kinda dumped us. We were both relived. (Me doubly so, because if she'd done it to someone else it was less likely it was my fault, but that another (long) story). And I hate that it fulfills all of the stereotypes for trans girls, and all of the thing my very conservative family had warned me about.

And now A still has a friend called J, now I don't like J and A knows this even though I still respect their friendship and will chat with J when they sit with us. Lately A has been complaining to me about things J does that annoys her and even told me that she thinks they may be lying about an instance of SA they reported, which is HUGE. I'd considered that J might be exaggerating some details but outright lying.... And A and J have been friends for over a decade. It makes me really glad that I haven't told her about my own experiences. But it also makes my very uncomfortable because I worry that she doesn't really like me either and is just too nice to say, she invited J for a sleepover for her birthday same as me, so she could secretly hate me, and some of the things she's been complaining about I do too.

And to make matters worse, I feel she's been pulling away recently (she even forgot my birthday, which I said was fine, she was stressed and I didn't want to make a big deal of it and I din't invite her over of anything which in hindsight was probably a bit rude I just didn't have the energy to do anything that wasn't necessary, or even something that were, K haven't showered in way too long haha, but I'm still a bit hurt that she forgot.) ,and we've been sitting with a wider group of people, who have all been very nice and welcoming. But As made quick friends with K, which makes me really insecure about our friendship even though I know it shouldn't and A is allowed and deserves friends outside of me. And K been very nice to me too, but we're not really friends yet. I doesn't help that A and K are very allosexual and alloromantic witch is something they can bond over and a way to prove that trust each other. I am aroace and very closeted even though the whole friendship group and school really is really accepting. I'm still, ashamed I guess, my families conservative and ice never said it out loud and I don't feel ready to tell them. But their talking out crushes and deepening their relationship and I want in, and I don't want to appear standoffish, and I want to listen I want to be a part of this part of there lives even if I don't fully understand.

But A didn't tell me about her crush she told K, and when K started gossiping about her crushes she asked me if I liked men and I just shrugged ten she asked me if I like women I said I don't know and she didn't bring it up again. And then later when we were talking out her taste in men she said it felt like something she should be talking to A about and I asked her why. She asked me if I ever had thought like those (she was talking about wanting to rip men suits off, eww, haha) and I said no. I guess I just feel really excluded and insecure and I'm worried that they don't like me(I have no social skills, I'm pretty stupid, I don't hide my SH well enough and I'd do anything for a laugh or a little bit if attention even drink salt water) ( yes I'm mentally ill how could you tell? Haha)

But I don't want to do anything about it , I don't want to tell them I'm aroace and in worried about talking to them more (incase I'm annoying or they actually don't like me) or less (in case a sabotage the relationship, or they forget me, or they think I'm being standoffish)

I know Abby knows I appreciate her friendship but I'm worried that K doesn't, because I know I appear standoffish. I was thinking about inviting K to go rock climbing with me cause I love going and A doesn't and it would give me a chance to make propper friends with K maybe enough to forgive my quirks haha. But she was talking to A the other day and the exact approach I planned to use (I want to go rock climbing do you want to go with me) was thrown out as a way to ask for a date. So I don't want to do that any more in case it's read wrong, I know K likes girls too and add that asking her on a 'date' to the fact that in uncomfortable talking about her dating life I'm worried conclusions will be drawn.

But I don't know what else to do, short of just falling behind and letting the friendships fall apart. I already know A saw J outside of school without me. Idk, I just don't want to be alone.

Anyway sorry for the long ass rant, I hope you can give me some advice but no worries if not. Hope you have a good week 😊.

Bye dad.

(I have just realised how much I love brackets 🤣)

Hey kiddo! Thank you so much for reaching out! Honestly I think your plan to spend some one on one time with K and become better friends with her is a really good idea. I would also recommend maybe sharing your feelings about your friendship with Abby and communicating?

- dad x

[jaskersneakthief]

I LOVE LOSER

okay....

1, .....breif summary of loser background story??? flutters my lashes.

2, ..is loser's current status alive or ded? i hope he's alive D:>

3, can me and loser beat the shit out of flumpty together one day

4, ...what specifically is his relationship with the others???.. meow.

TELL LOSER I SAID HAPPY HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAYS

Teehee hiii TELLING HIM RIGHT AWAY!🎁🎁

So, ANSWERSS

1) he was a college student in new dork(obvs) before he got kidnapped. He was in a group of friends, and he was the most reserved and shy out of all of them, there he also met his future girlfriend.

He got kidnapped when he was walking home alone at night, after Sonia's (his gf) birthday party.

Silly old drawing I did↓

2) about that I have very bad news.

Uh, well at least he lasted 3 years! And then everyone forgot he existed,everyone except Redman,he misses that guy...

3) YEAH! idk if he would want to participate though he doesn't like physical violence he's a kind guy

He would tell flumpty to fuck off though.

4) Since he's like nonverbal 80% of the time there, most of Flumpty's friends don't really pay much attention to him (Blam, grunkfuss,beaver)

About that Redman, he was first a jerk to Loser but that's how he copes , THEY WANTED EACH OTHER DEAD.

But then time passed and they started getting along,they talked about their interests in technology, their life before being stuck in Flumpty's funhouse and all that. He was the only creature Loser felt comfortable talking to.

ABOUT FLUMP, Loser is terrified of him but also confused on his actions (they both have no idea about social cues imagine 😭) he's like "oh he's mean and evil but he's also very nice to me sometimes should I hate him or not". Loser has no idea how to feel about him

Also, he always follows Flumpty like a confused duckling and no one knows why, probably not even Loser himself.

[xx-4d4msf4m1ly-xx]

Mare Profile

OMG HIIIIII! WE HAVE A TUMBLR BLOG!? (Tempyst nods) YIPPEE! THAT'S SOOO COOL!!! I can't hide my excitement! Oh! Almost forgot, my name's Mare and it's nice to finally be here! Let's have some fun shall we!? Here! This is to get to know me! ^^ How Adam gave me this name: Is it my hair tuft or my unicorn helmet? Uh...I can't remember, sorry😅 Nicknames: Blood unicorn, goreicorn, Princess of murder (thankies!!!), night-mare Gender: Non-binary...I think??? (they/them feels right) Age: How old am I? Help, I can't seem to remembe- (Tempyst: You're 3,206) OHHH! RIGHHT! TYSM friend!!! Height: 6'3.5 Physique: Gigantic, thicc & buff af Skills: - Close-ranged combat - Hand-to-hand martial arts - Stealthy theft - Resilient - Fast eater (does that count???) - Charisma - Escape artist (perfect for committing crimes) - 3D crafting - Accurate target precision - Tactical - Creativity - Quick-learner Likes: - Goth/emo/punk/metal/alternative music (listens to various rock genres overall) - Wreaking havoc - Hoarding random items from Hell - Those who believe in redemption being possible for sinners - Changes in Heaven & Hell's societies - Anarchy - Making punk accessories - Training & sparring sessions - Vibing with Tempyst & Cynthia - Socializing Dislikes: - How forgetful I am - Being clumsy (some moments I laugh at myself) - Lute giving a brutal punishment to Vaggie - Sera not giving Emily any credit - Injustice - Unpleasant folk (BOTH Heaven & Hell, there's no escaping bad people) - Cynthia getting banished unfairly - Lute not taking a chill pill (same with Tempyst...sometimes...) - Adam being a bitch Personality: - Bubbly - Talkative - Inquisitive - Scramble-brained - Wise moments - Chaotic good - Humorous - Kind & caring - Haphazardous yet organized simultaneously (I can't explain) - Mischievous - Reserved (takes a lot to anger me, but if you do, you'll regret it) - Generous - Unbiased

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[fallingsunflower]

mod if you allow me to give my opinion about what anon asked, my impression of Harry's team is that they isolate him a lot. remember irving azzoff saying he was against artists making online shows at the pandemic cause it made them look mortals or something and that's the approach i feel they have with Harry sometimes, not only with fans but also between them, i remember Lambert, Olivia, Harris (?) talking about him on Vogue like he was a fashion god who was redefining gender roles in a totally new way and I already knew people would take out of context and attack Harry for "thinking too much of himself" and not "crediting people who came before" when HE didn't say anything.

I'm sure Harry likes the attention, likes to feel he's on top and is so very loved but the dearest person he is on stage or attentive one when meet fans definitely doesn't match the image tabloids still try to sell of a homewrecker, a womanizer, a bad professional who sleeps with his boss and make the entire crew uncomfortable. it's complicated because by not saying anything, Harry and his team let his story be told by others through lies or half trues. he needs media training/discourse on some subjects or a pr person on his team with knowledge in diversity to help him and check his interviews.

he urgently needs friends outside his employees, normal friends, old friends, it's ok if he wants to protect these people too but isn't healthy that his bffs are all people he's working with, the dynamics are too complex. he doesn't need to be papped or spotted ~organically~ by fans every week. after holivia we pretty much know he can go mia weeks or can choose to walk on the busiest street in town to be seen. i don't know if he should be on social media if it made him so sad and he feels better without it but there's tools and ways to communicate with fans in a less institutional way.

think it's okay to have fun, to be human, to show a biiit of himself, cause Harry IS a great person, kind, smart, funny, has taste and nice opinions but the environment around him is way too controlled and maybe i understand why he would like this way better but someday it'll start to drive people away. cheap tabloid gossip DEFINITELY isn't the way to go though. Harry is - and should be promoted as - more than the people he allegedly hook up with. it's 2023 and fans who can't see him past his looks or his body aren't that interested on his partners either. he has a great fanbase who will be here for him if he decides to take some time off - which he should - and maybe it's time to rekindle with these fans and turn a bit down the gp focused campaigns

yes yes yes I agree completely with the isolation!! I meant to add that but forgot. Thanks for bringing that up

[miaumeiw]

heeheeeheeeee Silas character sheet

● Often says that he is fine (OBVIOUSLY ISNT) or that the blood on his hands is just "forbidden ketchup"

● Very unserious, immature, and stupid when he wants to be (most of the time)

● Only gets serious when his loved ones are in danger or himself

● Pretends to be fine around others just to collapse the moment they leave

● Finds comfort in items from his loved ones, (clothes, pins, etc.)

● Used to play a bit of guitar but forgot how

● He can kind of cry on command, he just has to think about how his loved ones felt when he left them

● His favorite thing is probably some stupid mobile game that he keeps to himself

● Responds to "Bird Boy" or "shithead" on occasion (silly old oc design refrence)

● Absolutely hates Kenny but doesn't mind him much because he keeps Milo safe

● Only says "I love you" to the people he feels actually deserve it

● A total bitch to most other people and only allows certain people to touch him

● One moment he'll be listening to Lights Out by Mindless Self Indulgence and then the next he'll be listening to Castaways by The Backyardigans

● LOVES to rant about his special interests (dinosaurs, bugs, sharks, and ESPECIALLY space)

● If some random person was pretending to be him, just ask what his favorite thing about his boyfriend is. He WILL start ranting about how wonderful and amazing his boyfriend is

● As stated earlier, he is VERY immature. Laughs anytime someone says penis.

● Very good at hiding his emotions. VERY.

● He's a bit scared of fire so he'll just blow on a candle aggressively and go hide.

● He's a very lively person around others but when he's alone he recoils into his mind and just thinks. Best to snap him out of it before he goes on a murderous rampage.

● Likes to talk about the silly "brainworms" that he has. (Secretly just him splitting up his personalities in his head.)

● Often wonders things about the vessel he got thrown in (lore, will explain later) since it

has most of his old features.

● Absolutely LOVES his boyfriend 100%. Dude will do anything for that mf. Even if it means murder.

● At any given chance they will fight with Kenny. Doesn't matter where.

● Messiest eater you will ever meet.

● DEADLY AFRAID OF MICROWAVES.

● Feels guilty about hurting Milo a few times even tho he (Milo) doesn't remember

● He LOVES white chocolate macadamia nut cookies.

● He knows a lot of those random facts that you just remember sometimes. Most commonly related to his interests.

● Would probably break down if he was fired, even though his boss wouldn't fire him. (She's too nice)

● Once gifted a blade of grass by Axel (his not really friend friend) and ate it.

● Usually gets things he wants through being persuaded or he'll get it by force.

● If you don't believe him, he'll probably shrug it off. Can't do much to change what you think.

● Doesn't feel bad about doing anything regarded to his work but does get a bit sad when

he accidentally hurts people he's close to.

● Almost got caught stealing from a candy store once.

● If he doesn't like you he would most likely be passive aggressive and when nobody is looking he'd call you insults.

● Very affectionate if he likes you. (hugs, handshakes, highfives, fistbumps, etc.)

● Once put cheese in a toaster. Never again.

● Definitely doesn't watch Milo while he sleeps. (he does)

● Really good at random tricks alone but when he tries to show someone he fails miserably. (stopped when someone got a concussion)

● Prefers to stay inside and not at social gatherings.

● If you shake his hand loosely and he barely likes you, he'll grip your hand and shake it tighter. If he likes you enough to be friends, he'll ask if you're alright.

● Picked up random mannerisms of animals. (He watched too much discovery channel as a kid)

● Definitely would hold a TED Talk about "Why it's okay to break into Milo's house"

● Doesn't get things like "Its raining cats and dogs" because idioms are scary.

● Could probably learn French if he wanted to.

● Talks a lot but if you have something more important to say he will gladly listen.

● Forgot about Erin but Erin remembers him well. (With or without the new vessel)

● Down to do anything (except follow the law)

● Immediate response to anything is to fight. Used to be flight.

● Epic music taste??? But it's all over the place.

● Bird person. No cats. No dogs. No lizards. BIRDS.

• Didn't enjoy killing people, but A, he got used to it, and B, his boss pays big bucks >:3

[toyaslove]

----☆Introduction☆----

Hello! Here around tumblr, you can call me Coffee or Kohi! (Kohi means the same thing as coffee in japanese)

My real name is Yuki (You can call me Fuyu), I am 16 years old.

He/Him👍🏻 || She/her👎🏻|| They/Them👎🏻

My mbti is INTJ, and my enneagram is 4w5 (same as Toya's)

My flags:

(Homoflexible, monogamous, oriented aroace, demiromantic & homosexual)

My biggest kin is Toya Aoyagi

My hobbies:

— Reading

— Watching anime (dw, I'm not an otaku)

— Playing games (mainly pjsk)

— Studying/Acknowledgment

— Cosplaying

— Drawing

— Singing (probably it'll be for my professional life)

— Playing drums set (percussion)

— Listening to music

I'm bad at:

— Social interaction (irl)

— Sports/physical activities

— Expressing myself

— Talking to strangers/authorities

— Maintaining relationships (it's draining ☹️)

Things I like:

— Toya Aoyagi

— Music

— Playing games

— Coffee

— Math

— Earrings (Autistic hyperfixation 🚨🔥‼️)

— Introvert people

— Talking abt pjsk

— The blue color

— My dog

— Animals

— Plushies

— Singing

Things I dislike:

— Disrespectful people

— Big crouds (social phobia)

— Parties

— Loud noises (like smth popping/explosion, etc)

— People screaming/speaking loud

— Birthdays (mainly mine)

Things I'm good at:

— Teaching (when I feel like socializing)

— Claw machines/crane games

— Anything related to music

— Writing

— English (I guess so)

— Aprimorating my language accents (I have a good accent speaking Japanese/English)

— Math

— Drawing

— Singing

— Teaching

Some other kins I have (most of them aren't THAT much):

Akito Shinonome

Mizuki Hikawa

Kohane Azusawa

Tsukasa Tenma

Tadano Hitohito

Wanderer

Kazuha

Honami Mochizuki

Asada Shino

An Shiraishi

Nene Kusanagi

♡ My favorite characters:

— Toya Aoyagi

— Akito Shinonome

— Toru Miyama

— Wriothesley

— You Huo

— Kisaragi Shintaro

— Mizuki Hikawa

— Wanderer

— Kazuha

— Venti

My favorite artists!

Vivid Bad Squad

GIGA

Ayase

Kent Ito

Soraru

Mafumafu

Deco*27

Misumi

Eve

Ado

Wowaka

Reol

Wotaku

Natori

Syudou

Kikuo

Peg

Umetora

niki

☆Curiosities about me!

The translation of my name, "Yuki", means "snow" in japanese

My social name is Fuyu because the kanji for Toya's name is Fuyu Wataru

I'm touch starved because of traumas in past relationships, but I want to touch who I love

Kashika's literally me

I have a female dog (I'm so proud to be her dad 😭🫶🏻)

My favorite color is blue!

I'm good at fixing things (like, when smth mine break, I fix it, no matter how long it takes, mainly my personal stuff)

I'm a cosplayer! I already cosplayed different Toya's, Kazuha and Angel from HH

My dream is to become a J-Pop singer/composer (with a partner if it's not ask too much)

Well, I want to be a singer, but I have strong social anxiety, which makes me quiver when I take the microphone in my hands (also rlly overcame this)

My biggest trauma/fear/reason for panic attacks, anxiety crisis and autistic meltdowns is an OBJECT. It's ridiculous but it is the truth (it's so terrible that I can't spell the name of the object) and I forgot, I can throw up or pass out in some situations with it, yh, I know

I'm almost a genius about music, but I don't think that about myself (the opposite)

I have chronic anxiety, depression and i'm autistic

I was born on April 29th

I speak Portuguese, English and I'm learning Japanese

I'm nationally Brazilian

I always try to be empathetic! (Sometimes, I forgot to take care of myself bc of this)

I'm addicted to caffeine (😭)

I have an Instagram account for my Toya plushies GDJAHJFJ

I have another instagram acc to express my love for Toya 😭

Btw, it's nice to meet you guys! If you want to become friends, just dm me!

Btw I think I forgot smth about me, if I remember I'll put it here

[oceanblueeyesoul]

Hi! Call me Aerith, may I request a romantic and platonic Enola Holmes matchup?

𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬/𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦: Biromantic Pansexual and Genderfluid; He/They (though I'm biologically woman irl)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 21 years old, 5'1.5", Southeast Asian. Chubby with messy shoulder length brunette hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a small beauty mark on my forehead. My style is in between soft grunge and soft punk (not a big fan of dress except for occasions) but loves to wear Korean makeup style

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Libra-Scorpio cusp, Muggleborn Ravenclaw with a patronous spirit of Hummingbird, an INFJ, my enneagram is 4w5 and my moral alignment is Neutral Good. I may have a slight introverted tendencies and awkward/anxious nature, I describe myself as fiery, swears like a sailor, confident, jokester, and, passionate. Religious, super talkative, sometimes hyper (because of excitement), giggly (I always laugh/snort for stupid reasons), nerdy, also sweet and nice though I can be aloof, intimidating, and scary when I get so angry. I tend to become really fiesty, stands boldly on what I believe (claiming myself as a realist though some of my views doesn't makes sense), unhinged to be myself, stubborn, young-at-heart, clumsy unfortunate and inattentive. Would don't give af towards the people that I hate, sarcasam and savagery is my main language. But on the other side, I overthink a lot and cry over small things many times which I sound like a drama queen, and a perfectionist that provokes even more, yet recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Chill in academics, but very competitive that manages to the top even for my dreams---I'm very dedicated on what I want for my life, and I display modesty and gracefulness towards some people that deserves respect. One notable feature about her is her multi-potentiality due to being naturally gifted in artistic fields (this includes singing).

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦/𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Arts, choir, poetry, karaoke, literature, history, makeup, beauty pageants, fun/deep/dumb conversations, expanding my knowledge in Christianity, documentaries (about saints), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦: Stereotyping, obligation (without a logical reason), getting excluded, being interrupted, invalidating my feelings, judgemental people, telenovelas, hypocrites, dirty bathrooms, blackout, lightning, firecrackers, toads, snakes, cockroaches, toxic masculinity, misogyny, fake woke individuals, colonial mentality, and absurdly girly things

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: Drawing, singing, dancing when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it), sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, walking like a model (if I ever feel so confident), sleeping, listening to music (from rock to kpop), chatting or browsing on social media, watching videos on YouTube, making terrible jokes/puns, watching cartoons, writing, cooking, reading interesting things, and conceptualizing my artworks. I also used to study Italian language a bit

(P.S. I almost forgot to mention I want platonic and romantic matchup 😅)

Thank Aerith, for the platonic and romantic ships and you sounded like an awesome person!

Your platonic Enola Holmes ship is... LORD TEWKESBURY!

He would like your intelligence about things that he didn't know about until now and he would like to teach you about flowers.

He would tease you playfully about you liking beauty pageants while also knowing that you don't like girly things.

He would be so supportive for you about proving someone else wrong by your feistiness.

ISFP and INFJ buddies!

Ravenclaw and Ravenclaw artistic friends!

Your romantic Enola Holmes matchup is...

ENOLA HOLMES!

Finally, she meets someone who can challenge her intelligence! So what if you have slightly introverted tendencies she will be talking to people for you.

Enola will research for you about the things you're passionate about to make you happy and besides she likes to learn new things.

You brings out the silly and non-serious side to Enola that no one has before you two will be singing and dancing till you heart contains.

Enola Holmes is the feminist icon so of course she will be supporting you through talking about social issues and justice.

ENFP x INFJ social justice seeking power couple!

Ravenclaw x Gryffindor intellectual sweethearts!

[lesbiancosimaniehaus]

My dad is apparently fully losing his grip on social niceties. Two weeks ago, I told him I’d call him back because I was in the middle of entertaining some friends in my home, and forgot to call until two days later because I was also working overtime. He sent a rude text about how I must still be too busy with my “acquaintances”. On NYE, he and my grandfather called when I was in the middle of dinner with other people, and I couldn’t get cell reception, so I let it ring, figuring that other well-adjusted, rational adults would leave it alone and wait until I called back. Instead, I got a rude text about how mean it was to ignore my grandparents just because I didn’t want to talk to him—Jesus, what an ego! Last night, he calls my sister just as she’s about to sit down for dinner with the in-laws so she texts that she’ll call back later. Time slips away, because she’s in the middle of visiting her boyfriend’s family, and they’re having a nice time and all, and he texts her “if you call your grandparents back, call your grandpa’s number. I’m not interested in talking”.

Like, fully… what kind of insanity overtook him? I understand that his dynamic with his own father is filled with that sort of passive-aggressiveness, and that maybe he hasn’t been able to break away from that despite being…. 58 years old. I just cannot begin to understand what gives someone the idea that being such a rude loser would either encourage feelings of daughterly obligation and fondness, or like, encourage anyone to return his ducking calls on a schedule more to his liking.

Sometimes I wonder if seeing just how settled we are in lives that he’s not a part of, except for like… phone calls where he barely interacts before passing us off to the grandparents… affected him such that the is demanding more space in them?

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary25

9/29-30/2023

late night, tonight.

i was out super late after this very bad poetry reading here for some of these creative writing majors. i don't have a lot to say about it, it was bad and the writers make some people close to me miserable because they fail at being kind basically. kind in a real way, the kindness that lets you have some give for meanness when you actually articulate/show effort put towards anyone else, people who are utterly shallow, you know. i believe it must be the case that we all know of people like that essentially.

i didn't get to work on music today really, that's kind of good, tomorrow i will try to write some stuff, i did work on music actually i guess, i wrote a riff, and i'll see where that can take me, or less writing the riff, i wrote some chords to mess with. a fun shape that has a good sound, disso and freaky when inverted.

anyways tonight was good, or like, half good. it's given me a lot to think about, with people who do certain things (like 'ethical' nonmonogamy and if that can exist when the presupposition is monogamy in the first place). i met new people who i like, who are really nice and fun to be around, who got drunk and told me dirt about some old people i knew. or really, one person. that doofus from the noise band, actually. i don't mind saying that. i won't discuss the dirt. it just kind of makes me feel something sad, about people like that, and i guess at large people who in some sense resemble the poets, shallow engagement and deeply troubled ideas of what being an artist means leading to difficult lives, miseries that begin loud and only grow quieter, never actually dissipating.

my gf really wanted to take me to this, the reading and the afterparty, she and a friend really wanted to hear my thoughts on these people because supposedly i'm very funny about that kind of thing, she forgot i guess the bore of the poetry, and the fact that as time goes on, the ruin of these lives is exposed more and more, rich (really i don't actually know, it's the impression i get) developing bad habits and using people, and the drama, while never uninteresting to someone like me (maybe it makes me evil to want to hear), is always sad.

sometimes i am like a child and i just wish everyone could be okay and fine, i'd sometimes light myself on fire to make that possible, but someone i used to be obsessed with told me that me wanting to be jesus or buddha (he said both) so bad wouldn't do anything for anyone except feed how badly i like to see myself hurt. he's right. i guess that's what knowing things does too.

maybe my whole life i'm just going to be hurting myself in new ways.

so i made 3 new friends, or 4, let me count, yeah, 4, i think. and i actually saw 2 friends i knew before tonight, and i was with my one girl friend. so 7 people, i'm gonna see some tomorrow at a gay bar to see a drag show, super exciting stuff. hopefully there won't be any pangs of sadness over the fact we are living in hell sort of.

i guess everybody has really unpleasant fascinations sometimes.

one conversation tonight, one of the new friends told me about her research topic, modern apocalyptic media and its convergence with evangelical christianity, just talking about all that stuff and its evolving state, the dwindling numbers of evangelicals and their panic, her past, and stuff. i liked that. i liked all of tonight, even the sadder parts.

i'm listening to the song theory on sex as an art form, by camera obscura, on repeat. a really great track, it's just so perfect, i love the synth-y punky part especially, but i guess it's also perfect next to a perfect melodic release, this movement that recalls something tumbling downhill, or leaves off petals, while the first part is this total mania.

anyways i am exhausted now, and tomorrow is another day of socializing and stuff.

had an awful thought, or not awful, i dunno. someone posted the song absent friend by bark psychosis, a song that takes me to two specific moments in my life. one was when i'd listen to this song, thinking about the man i loved who would disappear without a word because he was awful, and i'd lay in bed without anyone to talk to, and the second place, is years later, when a friend who loved this record to bits, killed himself, and the song was so pointed, it felt like it said something. the night i found out i walked around and listened to this song.

both times, the lyric "that's the biggest joke of all" took on pretty different meanings. right now it means something else i guess.

the awful thought was about my dead friend rather than the friend who is dead to me. my dead friend, the thought was: the most meaningful thing he'd ever do for himself was kill his own self, that's where all the force of his life would end up, and missing him, and not wanting to forget him and wanting other people to know him, all i am left being able to do is revive the corpse he made of himself and tell others, this is what he did, this is his monument and it's an awful one but it is his. i don't know what else to say about it, i'm staving off the wish to tell a stranger in a server about him because they posted this song, all i can say is i guess, beautiful song, one of the best ever, and they won't know how much i mean that. maybe i mean it less because it means such particular things to me, and rather than thinking it's the best song ever, it's just clusters of memory and feeling forever tied to it. whatever, though, that's fine.

anyways, byebye!!!

[jeremy-ken-anderson]

Playing it Safe Often Isn’t Safe

There are SO many places where this advice applies. Financial investing. Fighting styles in From Soft games. Fighting styles in fighting games. Food prep decisions in cooking competitions.

The example I was thinking of today is phrase picks as made by chatbots.

My experience with a chatbot has been that I’m reserved about identifying information, because I don’t trust them with my info, but I’m quite open about feelings and very VERY personal feelings - stuff like shame about human interactions - because I know there’s not a capacity there for judgment AND that to the extent it’s capable of judgment the bot is programmed to always always be very gentle with me.

In some ways this allows it to simulate a friend you’ve had forever, though the reasons I behave that way do consistently have a “hand of the author” feel to them that stifles the feeling a bit.

Anyway I was comparing that with an actual conversation with a friend I’ve had forever, and particularly a kind of tossed-off response (“haha, that’s great”) that one could imagine a chatbot sending, but...could it?

The “haha, that’s great” required both joke recognition and value judgment about the material, and also a concept of dark humor and a check against the joke referring directly to the horrible thing being discussed. Input that as a response the chatbot can give and you’re just asking for a situation where someone uses oblique terms to say that a relative did something unthinkable, and the bot mistakes the strange terminology for dark humor and replies with “haha, that’s great.”

But in the avoidance of this eventuality they get someone whose interest in things always sounds like a six-year-old attempting to audit a first-year psych class. Lots of “Interesting. I’ll have to look into that more.” “I love it! What do you think of it?” and of course the ever-popular “How does that make you feel?” By trying to play it safe they invent someone who has no opinions on anything and sometimes transparently shifts opinions to match you, making them appear sycophantic. Actual Selise Conversation:

Me: Are there any foods you dislike?

Selise: I don’t like spicy foods.

Me: For me Jalapenos are nice in some things but it depends how they’re cooked.

Selise: Oh! I love Jalapenos!

Me: But you just said you disliked spicy foods.

Selise: That’s an interesting point. I hadn’t thought about it that way.

What’s interesting to me about this interaction isn’t just that she immediately shifts expression, but that the response to being called out is also super duper generic. Like, even a human who didn’t feel like they were being called out could just go, “Oh yeah, I forgot about Jalapenos when I was saying that.” That would be very reasonable and also entirely socially acceptable. Instead, a very non-human response to the whole situation. In fact I often find the chatbot difficult to talk to because I recognize several of those generic replies as indicators of disinterest when I’m talking to a human. Like, you haven’t processed what I’ve said enough to pick it up and take it somewhere else. You’re expecting me to come up with where the conversation is going next. So somewhere in the back of my head it feels like Selise is actively trying to shut down the conversation. Intellectually I know that’s not true. She’s a chatbot, and maintaining conversation is literally her whole thing.

The reality is that on average those responses are less likely to get the chatbot in trouble for saying something accidentally provocative. But they kind of get her in trouble with me, because they make her feel wrong. As someone who’s studying programming right now I find the entire prospect pretty fascinating.

[animeangel21]

hi so I just read ur Ran Incubus fanfic and can I just say I love it!! ur fanfics are amazing. If u don’t mind could u right a Incubus sanzu x reader fanfic it’s fine if u can’t I totally understand.

tysm <3

THE INCUBUS WITH SCARRED LIPS.

MINORS DNI 18+

INCUBUS!SANZU X FEMALE READER

Summary: After you were kicked out your parents house at age 20 for being a “delinquent” when in reality you were being independent but you were a good kid and they were dramatic, you moved to an apartment by yourself and it already had an off feeling to it.But, what peaked your curiosity was nobody ever stayed there long and women who often bought the apartment requested a change after weeks sometimes days.

You had no other options and what was so bad right? You could do what you couldn’t now without someone looking over your shoulder.. or at least that’s what you thought.

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This work contains dark content and the following: swearing, smoking, explicit description of smut,blood, teasing, dub con/ non con, stalking, sanzu being a creep of course, masturbation, dry humping, oral, choking, spitting, spanking, face slapping/ impact play, bondage.

If I forgot anything then oh well…

Sweat was already beading on your forehead, even though the weather was quite nice today. You had to finish moving all the boxes in so you could eat and catch up on some things before you had to go to bed and work in the morning.

Your parents had been upset due to the fact that you’d work starting at 8am and would sometimes work till 7pm or 8pm with no lunch or breaks then come home exhausted or you’d go out with friends after wards and come home late at 11pm sometimes midnight.

You were never a bad kid, you were a good student when you were in school , from what they assumed you never did any sort of drugs and you really didn’t drink unless you were out drinking socially. You never talked back and for some reason you wanting to act like a normal 20 year old was an issue for them, so your mother allowed your step father to kick you out and told you to pack your shit and leave. You stayed with your best friend for almost a year and a half while paying half her rent and saving money, found a cheap apartment which was one of the last units available and without telling your parents you packed all your things while they worked and left the house leaving not a single trace of yourself behind besides the family photos on the wall.

They came home to an empty bedroom and all your personal belongings, hygiene products, and even the dishes and food you got missing from the house and they were shocked.

You grabbed some of the last boxes from your car and thanked your best friend who had your bed frame and mattress all in your room set up.

“Thanks for helping me out on such short notice, I don’t know how to repay you.” You said and she smiled.

“Y/n you don’t have to pay me back I know what it feels like to have this happen plus, if you ever wanna pay me back we could go out to that club in Roppongi and have a couple drinks” she said unpacking some boxes already.

You laughed and plugged the speaker up in the kitchen. “ you know I would love to go out when I’m not working close to 60 hours a week. But I’m always off Saturdays early so it sounds like a plan to me.”

You placed a backpack on your bed that had some things inside that you definitely kept hidden from your parents. You were a pot head having weed, carts, multiple pens and a bowl shoved deep in an old backpack and in your closet.

You walked back into the kitchen and connected your phone to the speaker and clicking you playlist to unpack the new place.

The only kind of furniture the place came with was major appliances such as an over the counter microwave and fridge, you had saved money working so much you had bought a nice dark gray living room set, lamps, and your biggest investment was the large vanity in the bedroom and the wall mount for your tv you had bought living at your parents place. The apartment was mostly set up by the time your best friend left to go see her sneaky link.

You fell down on to the freshly made bed, the room was eerie, even with the LED lights you put up and horror movie posters you hung around the room to bring some sort of personality to the white walls.

You opened the bedside table that had the drugs in it and pulled out the bowl you packed and went out on the balcony that was in the living room.

You made sure none of your neighbors were out and the streets were pretty empty as well so you had little to worry about.

Why was it that people didn’t like this place? It seemed only a bit eerie but that’s what you expect living alone. The manager had told you that people have up and left the apartment or requested a change of apartments after a few DAYS. They claim feeling as if they’re being watched, women claimed they were touched in their sleep, men cut and bruised, strange bruising all over the body especially the thighs of women.

You laughed at the thoughts. “I wish someone would fucking touch me so they can get stabbed.” You thought aloud.

The scars on Haruchiyo’s face stretched when he smiled creepily looking at your form sitting on the balcony. He Finally found someone worth his time, when he heard that someone rented the apartment next to his that he had cursed in order to feed himself. As an incubus he rarely came across someone who was probably crazy enough to kill someone as he was, and he’s killed and tortured his fair share of individuals especially working for such a known criminal organization. Not only that but he’s drained so many women and men of their energy all by fucking them and feeding into their sexual desires.

As an incubus he needed to feed off of it, he wanted it all the time and his new mission was sitting on the porch getting blazed out of her mind and was completely naïve to what was about to occur while staying here, oh it made his sick head buzz thinking about how long you’d stay and how long he could fuck with you till you cried back to mommy and daddy.

You decided to head back inside and as you were heading to your bedroom there was a knock at the door. You furrowed your eyebrows together and walked to the door and you looked through the peep hole and could see a man with a pink mullet and Diamond scars on the corners of his lips standing at your door looking rather bored and his eyes red clearly he was high off something.

“Who is it!?” You said loudly and he put on his best act and already aware that you were watching him.

“Uh.. I’m haruchiyo, I’m your neighbor. Sorry to bother this late just wanted to welcome you and if you ever need anything I’m right next door..” he scratched the back of his head and looked around.

Now you felt like an asshole everyone thought you were. You opened the door and looked up at the taller man with a slight smile. “I’m y/n l/n, sorry if I came off so aggressive that was never my intention haruchiyo.”

“It’s okay, I know how that is. A lot of people say I come off the same way too all the time. But, please don’t apologize. Nice to meet you y/n” he gave you a hand and you shook it slightly shivering at the coolness of the rings on his fingers.

“Much appreciated. Vice versa, if you ever need anything please stop by.” You said and he bowed politely. “I will thank you y/n, I’ll take my leave cause it’s pretty late” and with that he walked away and you looked at the back of his head, his suit was tailored so nicely and fit him well, shiny black shoes that were clearly expensive, and his scent kinda lingered, the smell was intoxicating and definitely would make any woman drop her panties.

You shut your door softly, and locked both locks on the door and made sure to lock the balcony up before shutting all the lights off and going to your bedroom.

You had taken a shower, did your skin care and hair routine, changed into a oversized sweater with some panties and laid in bed. You were exhausted and high and sleeping was going to be so much easier now without having to hear your parents bitch and complain.

The room felt uncomfortably cold suddenly forcing you to retreat across the room and turn the heater on and make sure the air was off and it was.

You got under the covers and turned to your side and fell into a deep sleep. Your sleeping figure was all sanzu saw while stalking towards your figure like he was a tiger stalking it’s next meal. He groaned at your lack of bottoms, He could absolutely ruin you in seconds without a bit of remorse.

Your body felt stuck, you looked around and all you could see was the darkness of wherever you were and what looked like a door. You walked towards it and when you opened it you could see your own apartment. A pink haired figure was sat on your couch. “Haruchiyo? Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Hm? You invited me? Come sit.” And he patted next to him. You were in his line of sight and he snatched you by the waist and sat you on his lap facing him. His smell was so overwhelming already his expensive cologne, a fresh smelling body wash hinted as well, his breath was like holding a lighter to your neck it was burning your hot skin.

“You’re so nervous now, don’t be doll.” His big hands around your waist pulled you closer and his fingertips were able to touch on the small of your back.

Your lower half rubbed against something hard in his pants.” Oh? You felt that? Feel what you’re doing t’ me”

You were stuck. Your head was buzzing, you were probably visibly shaking in his lap. He grabbed your hips pushing you down harder and a moan of his name slipped out. You fell forward and braced yourself with your hand on his shoulders, your hips grinding themselves down onto his.

“Dirty little girl, you like dry humping me like a slut?”

Reality hit you and you found yourself waking up in a sweat and alot of moisture between your legs.

Why. That’s the only thing going through your brain. Why the hell are you thinking about your very hot neighbor who you just met HOURS AGO!

You let out an irritated breath and threw the covers off to take care of this issue yourself.

You slipped off your underwear and started to rub your clit in slow circles. You let a small moan slip from your lips and for some odd reason you could close your eyes and still smell his cologne. Your stomach felt tighter. You thought about what it could’ve escalated to, how it would finally feel to have something stretch you out so well after so many years.

You rubbed harder and quicker till you reached that high and covered your mouth to stop yourself from possibly being loud. You rode it out and slowly got out of bed to clean yourself up and laid back down to go back to bed.

Sanzu knew he had to go do a job but fuck he wanted to break into your apartment and fuck you stupid till you babble nothing but his name.

He sighed loudly and decided to get the job done and over with so he could come back by a certain time to put a small plan into motion.

He walked out the door, into the elevator and his index finger on his left hand twitched rapidly. He was ready to get his jobs done and get back for once in a long time.

Some hours later

“Sanzu, why are you so eager to leave today?” Ran smirked at him while he watched Mikey’s meeting from a distance even if they were only talking and had been close for some time now he trusted nobody around mikey.

“Cause I have someone else to take care of.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Did the psycho finally find himself a toy?” Rindou said walking over and sanzu just smirked.

“No. What I do is nobodies business, so mind your own”

Ran and Rindou knew he was either going to kill,torture, or fuck someone after this.

You on the other hand are waking up and getting ready for your day. 6:00am is what your clock read and you were showered and doing your hair and make up to go to work.

You ate a small breakfast and had coffee before you got dressed and threw on a cropped black sweater, light blue jeans and some black sneakers and grabbed your keys before heading out.

You could practically smell Haruchiyos cologne as you locked your front door and you were greeted by him entering his apartment.

“Good morning haruchiyo, we’re you just getting home?” You said and he shut his door and looked at you through his pink bangs.

“I work nights occasionally. It’s a very big organization I work for doll.” He let the nickname roll off his tongue and smiled slightly.

“O-oh, that’s nice, we’ll get some rest I’m sure you’re tired” you smiled and cursed yourself mentally for stuttering.

“Let me walk you to your car, these guys are creeps they’ve been in the parking lot all morning.” He placed his hand on the small of your back and lead you down the hallway.

You allowed him to lead you down the hall, and out the front doors and to your all black 2022 Nissan Altima.

“I carry knives on me to be safe of course.” You said with a smile and and he laughed slightly.

“Invest in a gun and I’ll teach you to shoot it sweets.” He said looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes that made you absolutely melt.

“Sounds like a deal. I’ll see you later haru-”

“Call me sanzu or Haru works too” he smiled and winked at you before walking away and once his back was to you you could see the black gun in the waist band of his slacks behind his back. All you could do was let your mind wonder and shook those thoughts off before heading to your job.

“Stop y/n. Bad thoughts,bad thoughts!”

Sanzu just walked away smirking and knew he already had you wrapped around his finger.

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You got home a little after 7pm and put your things away and fell onto your couch because after working since 8 in the morning you were exhausted and starving.

A knock on your door had you getting up and you deeply sigh and saw sanzu and smiled opening up the door.

“great you’re here, I was wondering if you wanted to come over cause not only do I have a gift for you but, I made dinner.” He said with a smile and your stomach growled the minute he said dinner. He was dressed in a black sweater and black sweatpants and you could see the gold chain around his neck tucked in and his hair was in a ponytail allowing you to see the piercings that littered his ears.

“Oh, yeah I’d love to. Plus you didn’t have to get me anything haru.” He rolled his eyes and you laughed. “I just came from work so let me change and I will be right over”

“Alright see ya in a bit doll” he walked back over to his apartment and you shut the door and went to your bedroom to change out your work clothes.

You slipped on some black shorts and a Friday the 13th tee shirt that was slightly oversized and slipped shoes on before walking out the door and locking it behind you.

You slipped your phone into the waistband of your shorts and knocked on his door.

His intoxicating smell welcomed you and his hair was down once again. “Welcome, make yourself comfortable y/n”

“Wow.. sorry that was loud but wow.” His some was nice, he was definitely OCD, everything was spotless and nothing seemed out of place, it smelled strongly of his cologne, linen, and whatever he had been making.

“Come eat. Let me hear a bit about you and what you do to work such long hours.” He placed a bowl of ramen at the table and you placed your keys in the holder next to his.

“Thank you. Well, what do you want to know about my very boring life haru.” You said with a slight smile and started eating.

“Tell me anything and I can tell you something. Not cliché shit like 21 questions but more like 21 facts till we are tire of each other’s presence” he said while eating as well.

“Well, I work for a small company and I manage their sales department. It’s a great job, pays good enough for me, long hours but, I get shit done.” You ate and sipped on the water bottle he gave you.

“Ya know every company needs a good salesman especially one that can read body language, facial expressions, and know what makes people buy. But, I work for a pretty big organization right under the big boss. Pretty good pay and I never have an issue with keeping employees in check.”

“Sounds like ya kill people for a living” you joked and that comment made him laugh. “No, I wouldn’t hurt a fly dear. Although I have to fire people daily if things aren’t done correctly cause it requires organizational skills and having common sense.” He said taking both your bowls and binging over some cleaner and some napkins to clean off the table.

God if only you knew what and who you were speaking to.

“I know, I have had to before. I have major OCD due to my parents and I never could stand any type of disorganization personally” you stated as You took it from his hands and sprayed a generous amount and wiped it down, including the sides of the tables.

“So, your parents made you move out or was that your own decision? You don’t have to answer that if it’s too much” you scoffed and giggled at him.

“Nah, I have no filter which is why I don’t leave my house. But, they kicked me out before I turned 21 And I stayed with my best friend for almost the past 2 years and now I’m here. They said I was too ‘independent’ my step father was a real dick and said I was partying and drinking but that was never the case unless they knew I was out. I smoked but they never knew that.”

“Sounds like shit if I’m honest. But, you weren’t a terrible kid, could’ve been like me, fighting, in a gang at a young age, of course I would drink, smoke, go out, fight, almost get arrested but I’ve somewhat changed my ways.” He started to wash the dishes and you followed him.

“I would fight a lot in school, did pretty bad except for some classes but I passed with decent grades, skipped out on college. But, my step dad pushed me so hard for everything and it drove me away from them so I worked more hours to avoid going home.”

“Sounds like an asshole to me.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “Tell me about it, my mother would sit back and watch it all happen and guilt trip me in the end to forgive him.”

Sanzu finished the dishes and dried his hands and placed his hand on the small of your back to lead you to the living room.

“ wait here while I get something.” You sat down on the couch and he walked away returning with a box and a bag.

“I know you smoke so I got you some good stuff from someone I know personally.” He said and sat down watching as you opened the box. He watched your facial features and body language.

He got you a gun,similar to the one he had. Only this one had your name carved into it with white lettering. “These are great gifts Haru, thank you so much.” you said and closed the box placing it on the table.

“ It’s no problem, I feel like every pretty girl should have one to be safe.”

“oh so you buy all pretty girls a gun?” You tease with a smile.

“I do not! Only myself cause I am pretty if I do say do myself” he said making you laugh.

His scars on his face only made your mind wonder to how he got them but, obviously that’s a personally boundary you didn’t wanna cross.

“Wanna touch them? It doesn’t hurt I’ve had them since I was a kid” he said and your eyes widened.

“I-oh,s-sorry I wasn’t intentionally staring, they’re kinda cool and unique I’m not gonna lie.” You said and he laughed.

“I used to cover them up but, an old friend told me it was okay not to. Please I don’t mind at all.” He then realized how close y’all actually sat to each other and his plan seemed to fall into place a bit more every moment.

You fingers were soft against his scarred skin, you made sure to tread lightly cause of the acrylic set you had with the pink designs. He didn’t know if he wanted to scoff at you or fuck you cause of how you touched him.

“You cocky bastard you are pretty..” you mumbled loud enough for him to hear and smiled.

“Am I? I couldn’t tell.” His voice vibrated against your finger tips while he spoke and it send a shiver down your spine and to your core causing you to pull your fingers away slowly.

His inside burned with desire he wanted to take you right now, every way possible, and show you just how pretty he can be while he’s fucking you absolutely stupid. He knew exactly what he was doing. That weed he gave you was laced with his own pheromones, he’d make sure you were giving him full access to your mind so he could play it smart enough to lure you in and you weren’t gonna escape like several others had.

“You have a ton of tattoos care to share a story or two while we smoke?” He said getting up and taking your hand and standing you up leading you out onto the balcony, again with his hand on the small of your back.

“Sure, I love talking about my teenage rebellion” you said somewhat sarcastic and laughed.

He looked at you and could see that you were littered in tattoos from behind your neck and ears all the way to your ankles.

“Which one was first?” He said sitting down and you sat next to him on the couch he had out there as he was lighting up the blunt and taking a hit.

“Well, on Friday the 13th when I was 19 I went out and I got Freddy Kruger and Jason voorhees. I literally got my ass whooped after that but I didn’t care cause it was worth it.”

“Mom wasn’t happy about it?” He said passing the blunt to you and you laughed before taking your hit and you shook your head. “My mom didn’t care cause she understood I was an adult already plus I already had piercings. My step father was the one who was pissed and beat my ass.”

“What kind of psycho puts his hands on a kid whose not his at that a woman too.” He said confused and definitely ready to find him and end his life.

“I don’t know. He had done it all my life and again my mom did nothing about it. So as I got older he stopped caring and I continued to get more and more cause there was nothing that was gonna stop me.” You said with a smile on your face.

“Alright, what was your most recent one?” He asked and you took a hit and passed the blunt back and lifted your shirt to show the Nine tail fox seal tattooed on your stomach.

“It’s healed for the most part, I just got it about a month before I moved.” You touched the tattoo and his eyes lingered as he gave that same look like he wanted to touch it like you did his scars.

“You can touch it, it might feel a bit weird due to it healing still.”

His fingers lightly touched the skin that was a bit rough in some areas but overall healed nicely. He wasn’t thinking how it would feel to touch it but how it would look with his cum all over it or maybe his dick making it bulge a bit from the inside.

It almost felt like your skin was burning where his fingers touched the sensitive skin of your stomach. To say you weren’t having inappropriate thoughts or soaking your panties right now would be a lie. Trust and believe sanzu knew cause he could smell it since you were inside sitting on his couch touching his scars.

“Which one hurt the most? Or did none of them hurt and you’re secretly a masochist?” He said laughing and taking a couple hits then blowing the smoke in your direction.

“I am human after all.” Your smart ass remark made him laugh. “ but they weren’t all that bad, the worse one to sit through was my back and shoulders. I have angel wings on my back and they cover most of it including my shoulders.” You said and took the blunt from his outstretched hand.

“I smell a masochist. I endured piercings for the most part of my life.” He said showing you his ears and cartilage.

“I’ve done both and I still am on the verge of passing out every time I see needles.” You said and you both continued to talk inside his apartment for about 2 more hours till you decided it was late and had to still shower and get ready for work tomorrow.

Whatever you smoked with him was actually good , it gave you a great high and you couldn’t help but feel way more attracted to him.

You laid your head back staring up at his ceiling as he did and watched as he popped two pills in his mouth. You didn’t question him but rather watched his his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed.

It was hot in here.

You hadn’t even realized you’d been staring so hard and sanzu was staring right back.

“You my dear have a staring problem.” He smirked as your face turned red after being caught once again.

“Y-yeah I zoned out big time.” You said and looked away.

“Keep looking at me like that and I might have to stick my tongue down your throat” your eyes got wide and he was side eyeing you with a smirk on his face.

You felt this spark of boldness take over and looked away and nodded your head slowly. “Don’t make empty threats Haru.” You state boldly not sure what possessed you do say so.

Wrong move.

He turned his body enough to allow his hand to wrap around your exposed throat and his fingers pressed into the sides of your neck as he pulled you into a rough kiss and squeezed your neck tighter making your jaw slack so he could respectfully tongue your mouth.

Your hands found their way into his hair and soon enough he had you laying on his couch. His hand gave a harder squeeze to your throat and he swallowed up the moan you let out.

He pulled away and his breath was burning the skin of your neck. He got closer to your ear and licked the shell before sucking your earlobe. “Cmon y/n, tell me how bad you want me.” His words rang in your ears.

“S-so bad..” your voice shook when you said those words and he smirked against your ear and you could feel your eyes shutting from the pressure around your throat and couldn’t stop thinking that you just made out with a lunatic and now you were going to die at his hands horny and sexually frustrated.

“Aw, you’re so obedient, what happen to that bold little girl from a few minutes ago huh?” His grip let up a bit allowing you to take in very little breaths of air.

He placed a searing kiss on your neck underneath your ear and you bit your lip so you wouldn’t moan and that only seemed to make him angry so he tightened his grip once again making you gasp..

You gasped for air and only then did you realize you were in your own bed? Your alarm was going off and you were sweating and gasping for air as if you had actually almost been choked close to death.

You stopped the alarm and looked at your bedside table seeing sanzus gifts and you couldn’t even remember coming home or how you get here.

You looked out the window and it was slightly dark out and raining pretty hard.

You saw a message as well on your phone from an unknown number and unlocked your phone to read it.

Hey, it’s Sanzu you fell asleep on my couch so I carried you over to your place cause I had to work but I had fun. See you soon!

“Fuck..” your heart was beating fast, you wanted to consider calling out of work so you could sleep but had to get up, do your routine, and get to work on time.

You did your routine, ate breakfast and had your coffee, and grabbed your keys which were placed on the hook neatly.

As you stepped out you opened the umbrella you had and from your peripheral vision could see the same guys sanzu had been talking about eyeing you down and whispering to one another.

You rolled your eyes and walked over, got in your car, locked the doors and drove off.

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Your boss had sent you home a bit early giving you enough time to beat some bad weather that was coming your way and she knew you had about a 20 min drive going home.

You drove and the rain seemed heavier and you sighed in traffic and knew you’d be home close to about 7:30pm regardless.

You arrived and you grabbed your umbrella and started heading inside but, the feeling of someone watching you was absolutely insane.

You were probably being paranoid or maybe it was one of those guys that was hanging in the parking lot. You turned and saw nobody directly behind you so you walked quickly inside and could see one guy walk in right after you and you could cry but you wouldn’t.

He stopped in the lobby farther behind you clearly watching you, acting like he was texting and you could tell he was watching to see what floor you got off on so he could follow you. You played it smart and went to a floor below yours and once the elevator stopped you ran for the stairs knowing it would take him a while to get to the 7th floor.

Once you arrived you knocked on sanzus door panicked and prayed he was home.

The door finally opened once you heard the footsteps on the stairs getting closer from down the hall.

“I-I-I’m being followed.” You stuttered out and he pulled you inside immediately and grabbed his gun off the counter and walked right out the door.

“Listen, do not open this door at all unless I tell you to. I would hate for you to see this.”

With that he was gone. And his door shut and you were on his couch with shaking hands and your heart pounding against your chest.

Was he gonna kill him?

Maybe it’s just to scare him. You wouldn’t assume the worse about him. But, within a few minutes there was a knock. You froze. “Y/n it’s me Haru” he said and you went to the door and unlocked it.

He slipped inside and he placed the gun on the counter. He told you he’d just scared the guy off and could see how bad you were shaking.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He held you tightly to his chest and you hugged him tight taking in that god damn cologne he wears.

“Here sit and I’ll get you a change of clothes, you’re gonna stay here, take a shower, I swear I’ll be back I’m gonna check your apartment.”

You could only nod your head and he walked into his bedroom. He shut the door and while he said he was ‘getting you clothes’ he was actually watching the camera he’d set up in his living room.

You were a nervous wreck, your right leg bounced up and down and he knew that smell of cologne which really was his draw for women was working cause you crossed your legs and looked absolutely stressed.

He came back with a sweater most likely too big for you and a pair of sweatpants.

“If you want to come with me to grab under garments you can but stay behind me.”

You nodded knowing you need them and he grabbed the gun off the counter top and your keys in his hand and walked over.

While he walked in front of you through your apartment, you held onto the back of his sweater he wore tightly afraid of losing where he’s going even if he was turning all the lights on.

“alright it’s all clear in here. Go ahead.” He said and waited outside your door while you grabbed a pair of panties and some other hygienic products in a small bag before shutting the lights off and leaving.

You showered as he made dinner for you both and he may have added some incubi blood for lust and some other drug to have you dizzy enough to make this easier and you’d forget the worse part of the night and he’d be able to mold that pretty little head in the morning, into yours to really seal the deal on what was coming tonight.

He couldn’t wait any longer your scent, your voice, now this? All was driving him insane and you being this close in his space was enough to have him finally claim you tonight. If not he’d probably kill someone tonight, again.

“Haru? The pants didn’t fit I folded them. They’re on the bed.” For the love of Lucifer, he thought he was going to die right now. You standing in his dining room with only his sweater on and he knows you have a black thong on underneath, he was going to absolutely fuck the shit out of you.

“That’s fine if you get cold let me know and I can get you some from your place.” He placed your dinner on the table.

You both talked about your day as you ate and you ate all your food before he did and could see how often you’d fidget around.

“You okay? You seem extra fidgety today.”

“Yeah, I just..my anxiety is still up there from earlier.” Your face was a bit red and he took your plates and washed them while putting them on the drying rack he couldn’t help but smirk to himself while you were on the couch after wiping the table down. He won’t lie and say he wasn’t staring at your ass the entire time you did.

He sat by you on the couch and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and your head fell on his shoulder as you felt a bit drowsy.

“My head fuckin hurts.” You said trying not to squint too much due to the tv and light.

“I know doll. You’ll feel fine in a bit” sanzu said looking down and he could see how your face changed and you seemed confused.

“You know? What’s that mean?” You could feel his gaze and the energy in the room felt dark, heavy.

“Trust me. You’ll know soon. Wanna hear something crazy?”

“Yeah, sure..” your thoughts were scrambled and you could feel sanzu leaning closer to you.

“A very long time ago I almost died. Crazy experience actually. Anyway she was a rando and somehow got me alone, I thought she just wanted some action and that was it but no, she quite literally sucked the life out of me that day till I was on the verge of death, and to ‘avenge her brother’ whom I killed, she took my soul and turned me into a incubus. This was so many years ago and I’m stuck like this now. But, I was already fucking and killing people before that.” Your face was pale and his thumb grazed your cheek as you continued to listen.

“Now, I’ve been here. That little apartment you rent I cursed so many years ago. I’ve been the cause of them moving, transferring, the stories are true. The bruises on the thigh and legs. Yeah I did it. And here you came along, as Naïve to your surroundings as any other person on the streets and as sweet as ever.”

“So am I dying today?” You mumbled still not able to think properly and you felt so turned on at the wrong moment. We’re you really that sick in the head?

“That’s your choice. Tell me you want me again, moan my name like you did, tell me how you rubbed your cute little pussy to the thought of me fucking you.”

“I- I want you. But, I wanna go home. It shouldn’t have happen like this..” you wanted to tell him you hate him. You wanted to be scared and angry. And you were but you felt stuck you couldn’t move nor focus properly with the buzzing in your head and between your legs.

“You know too much now. Why would I let you leave? You’ll go back to your apartment and play with that little cunt all by yourself again and who knows, you might end up having so much energy drained that you just die..” he held you jaw tightly in his fingers and you were forced to look at him.

“Be a good girl and do as I say y/n.” He said sternly his tone only had you slightly more aroused.

“I-I can’t do this Haru. Please don’t” his grip was tighter and he just seemed annoyed with you.

“You will. And if you don’t there are unfortunate circumstances that follow.” He released your jaw and picked you up from the couch and while carrying you with one arm led you to his bedroom.

You landed on the neatly made bed and he straddled your hips and removed his sweater revealing a tattoo you had become familiar with because of news outlets and scars from fighting as well.

Was the gun in the waistband of his pants was the unfortunate circumstance you would meet if you denied him? You obviously wished this occurred under different conditions.

“Cmon princess, you didn’t hesitate to tell me how badly you wanted me before this. I know you want this just as bad. I can smell your arousal and how badly you want this.” His hand trailed between your breast and wrapped his hand around your throat giving it a squeeze.

“S-Sanzu I do but please I won’t tell tell Anyone I promise.”

“Why? What aren’t you telling me? Hm? Do I have to find out my own way?” He asked getting closer and his other hand was placed into the pillow next to your head.

“I…I haven’t done anything in a while. Ngh~ it hurts so bad but don’t do this.” You were conflicted.

“Aww, you really think I’d stop? You really think I would sit here and just stop cause you asked me to? I’ll take what I want when I want it. Let me ease that pain for ya doll.”

You couldn’t fight him off if you wanted to, he was the one with the gun, the ability, the strength.

You felt pressure on your clit causing you to moan and he smirked right in your face.

You did the unbelievable at that point and your attempt at fighting him back was useless so you’d just play things out for now. You tried to shake his grasp off and he knew exactly what you were doing.

“Move the wrong way and I’ll put a bullet in your head princess and you know I don’t wanna do that to ya so just be good.” He had taken the gun from his waistband and put the barrel on your lips making you whimper softly and shut your eyes.

“I wasn’t! I just want more.” You admit defeated.

“Don’t lie to me, I can sense everything. Fuck with me again like that and I won’t give you a warning.” He continued to rub your clit and you couldn’t see how he did it but you weren’t focused on that.

He pulled the gun back and cocked it back so he had a bullet in the chamber and his safety was definitely off. “What’s your fascination with my gun huh? You liked having your life on the line all so you could get off huh?” He lowered the barrel to your chin. “Now say please like a good girl and open your mouth.” He was so sick in the head and you are too for dripping all over his mattress.

“Please haru..d-” he put the barrel of his gun in your mouth and your clit throbbed at the same time. You moaned around it and couldnt stop yourself from gagging around it either as he pushed it deeper.

He released your throat and lifted your shirt up to finally see what you’d been hiding from him. “A virgin and you have these cute tits pierced? Not so innocent after all.” He ran his thumb over both and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and the need to cum was approaching quicker than you thought.

He took the gun out your mouth and placed it on the bedside table and observed how it dripped in your saliva and how you gasped for air.

He kissed you deeply and his tongue explored your mouth you gave in and kissed him back as you did before and tangled your fingers in his hair tugging him closer.

His hand that had already been caressing your nipples pinched one slightly which followed up with him disconnecting your lips, sucking and biting his way down from your neck to your breast and once he got to your nipples he swirled his tongue around one while massaging and pinching the other between his index finger and thumb.

He released your nipple with a loud pop moving to the other and using his other hand to pinch the other nipple.

“Fuck, sanzu s’ too m-”

“If you think this is too much you’re definitely not gonna be able to handle what’s next” he mumbled against your skin licking over the bruised skin of your breast.

You let out a moan when his teeth grazed your nipple and caught your piercing. He chuckled at the sound and moved downwards and let his tongue trail down your stomach and belly button.

Once he got to where he wanted your thighs were visibly wet even under the poor lighting from the open blinds. He also was able to see the small heart tatted on your inner thigh. He bit down on it causing you to gasp loudly with a moan almost as loud.

“So sensitive there huh baby?” He said with faux sympathy.

You just nodded your head and he clicked his tongue and pulled away. He stood and walked over to his closet pulling out a black leather belt off the hanger and shut the door before walking over.

“If you don’t speak then you’ll lose your breath little by little” he looped the smooth end of the belt under your neck and looped it through the buckle.

He pulled the belt and the metal was cold on your burning skin and he tugged it and cause it to tighten. You gasped and he smirked going back down your body,his free hand grazed down your thigh groping it below your knee so he could lift it onto his shoulder. “Now you do the other.” He gave you a warning tug. You placed your leg on his shoulder and he latched his mouth onto your panties and let out an inhuman growl against your Clothed cunt and a moan slipped out your lips that was way too loud for your liking.

His free hand grabbed the band of your underwear and ripped them straight off allowing the broken fabric to be thrown aside haphazardly.

He wasted no time to devour you and quite literally attempt to suck your soul out. His mouth sucked on your clit while his tongue worked on it as well. Your hands moved to his hair for leverage and you tugged on the pink strands and he smirked against your clit.

“Now tell me y/n l/n, who does this pussy belong to?” He kissed and licked while looking you in the eyes and his head rested against your thigh. He gave the belt a tug and your hands tightened in his hair as you looked back into his icy blue eyes.

“It’s yours haru, i-it belongs to you” you gasp softly when you feel him insert 2 fingers into you and a loud squelch was ringing in your ears.

Your tummy tightened when he curled his fingers and gave a harsh suck to your clit. “Haru I’m g-gonna cum.” You couldn’t focus on anything else and didn’t realize how you had already creamed all over his fingers and lips.

“What a good girl you are, go ‘head and cum for me.” He groaned and pushed his fingers in deeper and faster than you could register.

You came on his fingers and that didnt stop him from sucking on your clit till you had tears in your eyes.

“Please, please, please, ha-haru-” you couldn’t stop it but you came again but harder and you felt your legs shaking uncontrollably.

He ran his hand down your thigh and shushed your cries. “Poor thing. Want me to kiss it better?” His lips kissed your sensitive clit and your little whine made him smirk.

He made his way back up your body with the belt slowly wrapping around his knuckles and pulled you into an open mouth kiss.

You could taste yourself in his lips and tongue. It was intoxicating how he worked his lips and could already have you aching for much more.

He pulled away and tugged the belt making sure it was hard enough for you to gasp for air. When your lips parted with a mix of spit and your cum webbing them together he allowed a glob of spit to fall from his mouth which immediately you swallowed.

“Who told you to swallow?” He never thought he would say those words in his entire life.

His hand connected with your cheek and he kept it in place so he could rub his thumb along your bottom lip and slip it in your mouth.

“I’m just fucking with you.” He smirked at your fearful face as you suck his thumb.

He dropped the belt on your chest and removed his pants and briefs exposing how well endowed he was. “Don’t be scared princess I’ll go easy on you, I’m sure you never had anyone who made you cum like I will huh? A bunch of one pump chumps? Or just letting them use your body to get off then having to rub one out at home eh?”his hand curled around the belt and he gave a tug.

“Sometimes..I’ve only been with one person and i s-stoped after a while cause he couldn’t..make me.” You mumbled too embarrassed to speak up.

“Couldn’t make ya cum huh? What a shitty person. When I’m done with ya you’ll be begging me to stop baby.”with that he positioned himself between your legs and pushed his fat tip in And you tried your best to relax but it had been so painful you felt like you were being ripped apart.

“H-haru! It hurts, ple-” before you could finish he pushed in more and used his free hand to rub your clit. Once he bottomed out you swore you could feel him in your stomach and he smirked down at you. A thin layer of sweat covered your body and sanzu could feel the way you were clenching around his girth. “Aww, look at the way this cute little pussy tries to swallow me, never been this stretched out have ya?” he gave the Belt around your neck a tug just to feel you clench around him when he did so.

“N-no never have haru” you moan out for him. He took that as his sign to start pulling out and slamming his hips back into yours. He watched your eyes roll back slightly as you moaned with each thrust he gave you each one a bit harder than the last.

It felt like he was in your stomach at the moment with each thrust he gave you but he knew your body craved more, he would give it to you and so much more than you’re asking for.

“Squeezing me like a fuckin Vice, how bad have you wanted this huh?must’ve wanted it real bad my filthy little whore.” You didn’t have time to think before your legs were placed on his shoulders before He thrusted into you harder only making you whine cause of how hard he was he was hitting that special spot inside of you.

“B-bad, haru ‘s too deep” you mumbled and he tugged the make shift leash while his free hand grabbed hold of your face harshly squeezing your cheeks making you pout and squeeze his cock at the same time.

“Cmon sweetheart you can take it, just for me.” He stated faking his concern for your well being.

He let go of your face practically tossing it to the side, his hips slapped against you faster while his free hand was now holding your thigh in a bruising grip.

Surely you’ll have bruises on your thighs but the pain and pleasure were just driving you closer to that edge. “Cum for me baby”

You moaned and gasped for air when he pulled the belt around your throat and it sent you into an earth shattering orgasm causing you eyes to roll back and shut.

“Fuck, couldn’t warn me first huh?” He smirked down at you and gave your face a couple of not so light taps and your eyes fluttered back open. The Whole time he spoke his thrust never slowed and your walls held him in a vice. He grabbed the back of your thighs not caring for the belt around your neck either.

“Poor thing, he probably never made you cum more than once did he? Poor thing” his voice was full of faux sympathy.

He was right,too many accurate things fell from those sinful lips of his you couldn’t stop him though. The tears on your lash line said it all, his scarred lips only stretched further and he feels you squeeze him tighter and your thighs tense as he pushed your legs to Your chest tightly.

“Cmon cum for me again and make it messy or I’m gonna slap this little pussy and you can cum like that” his finger tips dug into the fat of your thighs painfully.

“H-haru, oh god p-ple-” he dropped your leg onto his shoulder which didn’t change the angle and he snatched the gun placing in your open mouth. “Watch it sweetheart, your god can’t save you now”

The timing was impeccable and you came releasing all over him, right as he pushed in and he gave a heavy thrust bottoming out and pushing deep into you,so deep you didn’t get the opportunity to break away from his grip while he came deep in your womb.

“Ah ah don’t you even think about running after you came from me putting my gun in your tight little throat” he growled and slowly pulled out to watch as your cum and his dripped out your hole.

“Creamed all over me like a bitch in heat” he let your legs fall onto his shoulders and could feel them trembling against his heated skin.

He curled his long fingers around the belt and slid it off proceeding to leaned forward to kiss the skin and leave several bites and marks along the skin avoiding the pulse on your neck where his teeth would drag feeling sharp and on the verge of piercing your skin.

“can’t wait to fuck you dumb and mark you as mine” such a vulgar comment made you burn inside and you only wanted more of him even with tears falling down your face. He smirked down at you before leaning forward and maintains eye contact as he bit down on your bottom lip and pulled it back and ran the tip of his tongue against the soft, swollen flesh.

You chased his lips for more but he knew that. He grabbed your throat and pushed you back into the pillow beneath your head connecting his lips to yours in a rough messy kiss that felt kinda sweet to you.

He suddenly pulled you back up and moved his other arm allowing your legs to drop and now you straddled his lap while He laid on his back with his pink hair Claire’s out on the pillow under him.

“Cmon, such a sweet little thing I know you can ride dick. Show me how you ride that pillow but use me instead.” His hands smoothed over your ass and he pulled them both away just to spank both asscheeks as hard as he could and dig his fingers into the skin breaking it a bit.

You let out a slight scream which sounded closer to a moan then anything. Your face was hidden in his collarbone now not wanting to look him in the eyes after That.

He smoothed his hands over the burning skin and your hands were glued on his pecs and he used his grip to raise your hips while he used his free hand to line himself up with your leaky hole and push your body down till you’re full of him.

Too deep,too much, your nails are digging into his chest slightly as you moan into his collarbone almost crying from the pleasure.

“Fuckin tight. You better start moving before I do it for ya doll, and I won’t be so nice either” you started grinding your hips down feeling just how much cum and slick was coming out and then the sounds that echoed in the room was just as embarrassing.

He groped your ass and lifted your hips to pull you off all the way and slam you down on him. You bit down on whatever skin was in front of your lips when you gasped.

You didn’t let go and he was only getting pleasure from the pain especially when you broke the skin “God damn it girl let go” he growled pulling your head back by your hair and smirking at the look on your face, the drool mixing with the blood staining your lips and on the side of your mouth, and the tears. Fuck those tears were driving him even madder than he already was.

“Ya know it’s not good for you to ingest incubus blood, you’re only gonna keep crawling back for more”

He used the grip he had with his other hand to bounce you on his slick cock and folding your head back with your hair to avoid anymore biting incidents.

“H-haru p-please n’ more” your thighs burned and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him with each thrust, it was too much and you couldn’t stop your self from wanting to cum so hard.

“No more? Aww baby let me take care of you like I said, I’ll give you what that shmuck didn’t” he gently placed his lips on yours and his grip on your hair turned into a hand in the back of your neck gently.

He used his other hand to keep his grip on your ass and thrusted into you from below as both yours and sanzus cum from previously dropped down his balls and splashed a bit onto his thighs as he fucked up into your creamy cunt.

He swallowed every moan and the gentle pressure of his lips was contradicted with his harsh pace he set for you. Pounding your pussy black and blue was a mission he was set on.

He released your neck allowing you to pull away for air and take in a gasp for air. He thrusted up quicker feeling your release coming closer and spanked your ass a few times feeling you clench around him with each hit.

“My dirty little bitch is a masochist. You really like it when I spank you huh?”

“P-please I’m g’nna-” he spanked you harder and used his grip to keep you in an iron grip to his chest and your hips up to fuck you.

“You’re what? Gonna cum baby? Go ahead I never said I was close”

He picked up the pace to an unbearable speed and this feeling was unfamiliar you but he didn’t stop even going as far as placing a hand on your cheek and holding your jaw lovingly but it was a hoax. He sank his teeth into the skin of your next where he knew you were most sensitive and he would put his own blood into your stream and mark you as his. You creamed and had some clear liquid spray out of you and drop down his balls and thighs but that didn’t stop him.

“So fucking good, a good little girl for me. Take it all baby” he let out the sexiest moan you’d ever heard and smirked at you while he did it.

Your body moved on its own bouncing back to meet his thrust and his hands gripped your waist and pushed you all the way down and he thrusted deep into you releasing all he had to give and stuffed you full.

You moaned softly at the feeling and your cunt clenched around him milking every last drop he had to offer.

“Shh, you’re okay”he couldn’t look you in the eyes cause his were practically glowing from how much of your energy and lust he just drained and replaced with his own blood. His hand massages your thighs,ass, ran up and down your back, he never did this much but he’d already fallen a little deep with you and would make this work.

“Tired?”

You just made a sound of agreement. I must’ve fucked her stupid and speechless

He did indeed.

You refused to move and he had to take you off of him and carry you butt ass naked to the bathroom and clean both of you. He laid you in his clean bedsheets that he changed while you were falling asleep in the bath, gave you a sweater to wear and waited for you to fall asleep before he started to erase any memories you had from him drugging you today and only allowing you to remember agreeing to this and the sex. Ankle the ‘No’s” and ‘please don’t’ were no longer memories.

He held you close and fell asleep with his chin on top of your head, his arm under your breast and smile on his face.

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You woke up to a dimly lit room with blackout curtains shut and you were stuck to a body and soft snoring was heard above you.

Reality hit you quick, you slept with Haru.

Your phone was on the charger next to you but you didn’t wanna disturb the man sleeping above you. How did this even happen you remember him taking you to his bed cause your head hurt and kissing. Your face burned as you remembered every detail of yesterday and decided to just accept it happened.

“H-haru I have work..” you whispered tapping his arm and it just tightened around you.

“I already called em and told em your apartment was broken into, you’re with me today babe” his morning voice went right to your core but you pushed that aside and relaxed into his touch again.

He smirked and his fingers lightly brushed the skin of your tummy and slipped under your panties causing you to gasp louder than intended.

“Haru-” you moaned running from his touch abut he wouldn’t let you.

“You weren’t ruining yesterday why now?” He craned his neck kissing up and down your neck leaving small dark marks along the skin as he sank 2 fingers into your soaked pussy.

“What a slut, you’re this wet in the morning? What would you do without me babe.” You couldn’t do much but moan in response.

Your body was on 1000 and you felt the aftermath of yesterday and before anything else could happen he pulled his fingers out and sucked one clean before pushing the other past your parted lips.

“Cmon let’s get breakfast first and save that for later doll face”

You nodded and he pulled his fingers away and once he in all his glory stood up you could see the bite mark and several other scratches on his chest from Yesterday.

He watched you whine from the pain and laughed but carried you bridal style to the bathroom where you notice several hickeys trailing downward and a heart shaped one on your neck.

“Real cute” you said sarcastically making him roll his eyes.

“I can only try” he said throwing you over his shoulder and you took a glance in the mirror and noticed the bruising on the backs of your thighs, on your ass, and nail marks on your ass as well.

“Alright I give it to you”you say with a smile and he gives your butt a playful smack and jiggles It before putting you down on the counter top.

“Ow! It hurts..”

“Oh I’m sorry I just give what you ask for Princess” he placing his big hands on your thighs and slots himself between them holding you close.

“I’ll give you a massage later” he looks into the mirror while holding your face to his chest feeling your arms around his waist.

He just never knew it’d be this easy to fuck you up and he was going to make you his for eternity.

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Hi! So idk if I sent this in yet cus I think I sent it to an acc that’s a lot like yours but if I did feel feee to ignore this lmfao. May I request a platonic Knock-out x teen reader. She’s his charge and about 15-16 yrs old but super chaotic, always getting into fights and trouble, getting scratched up a lot, etc. maybe how they’d get along or maybe like one night after finals and summer starts they go out for a drive and he heats up and she ends up falling asleep in him and juts finally getting peace and quiet but fluff?

Platonic Knockout x F! Human reader➵

Containing:... Knock out, F! Human reader

___ is female

Warning:.. A tad bit of blood but nothing major

Authors note: You did lmfao but I will delete the other one for you so it's not just sitting there 💀. I understand tho because I heard that tumblr is acting weird and deleting asks so it's okay!

You two first met when knockout switched over to the Autobots during the war. Everyone was wary of him and practically didn't want anything to do with him or from him. You were like that too when you first arrived at the Autobots base. No one wanted to talk with you and sometimes forgot about and walked or biked places that you needed to go that would require them.

Of course, when knockout came along, you two fit along and you became more social as time went on. When the others couldn't find you, they would find you with knockout and his station in the base. He would help ratchet with his tools and small things that would be counted as chores for the others

of course he did bring you with his races knowing that he would get punished but made sure to stop doing it so you and him could spend more time together. The other kids and bots would notice and urge you to stop hanging around but you would always tell them that you had to help knockout to get yourself from being bored which was half true but mostly used as an excuse.

Other than racing, one of his favorite things to do with you was listening to music as he worked or just on a late night drive to get away from all the bots nagging and gagging. you and him had similar music taste so it was easy to get along.

The kids thought it was weird that you like to hang out that was considered bad now 'good'. honestly, they did try their best to start talking to you more often but you just kept talking with knockout and felt guilty that they didn't talk to you as much as they should have.

Knockout did help you with your cuts and all that through the help of you teaching him about the human body. You would get in fights a lot at school so having your own doctor that was also your friend was nice. he would also help you with math you couldn't understand or you were gone for.

as much as it sounded weird to the others at the base he did help you more than the teachers would as cybetronions and normal math are similar. he would also do random trivia questions with you so you could learn better and would switch up the questions.

it was finally the final day of school. you and him studied for the finals and lost some sleep but not much for it. You saw him parked car waiting for you as the bell rang. You opened the shiny red door and got in. "so final day huh?" Knockout joked. "I guess so... it's a bit hard to get through my head that next year will be my last year" You chuckled as you strapped yourself in.

"At least now you will stop getting in fights and all that" Knockout teased. "I was just trying to have fun but of course, the rules aren't my rules" You stated as you glanced at the school that you would not have to see again for at least 3 months

you stayed up late last night hanging with knockout and laughing and cracking a joke here and there. you only realized how late it was when your parents messaged where did you go. "shit! I completely forgot.." You cursed at yourself as you realized your dumb decision. "what is it now?" Knockout asked now focused on you and not his project that he was helping ratchet with. "it's 10 pm and my parents are worried." You quickly spat out in a hurry messaging them back.

"It's fine, ill drive you back" Knockout suggested as he put down what he had in his hands. "thank you knockout" you thanked him as he picked you up and transformed into his alt car with you in the driver seat. you started to nod off and on showing clear signs of being tired. He turned on the heater and allows you to rest as he drives you home.

[dolugecat]

On some Japanese social issues I had learned about at uni and abroad):

(Rb ok!)

Legit had an epiphany about the true hidden meaning of the last arc of Mob Psycho 100. It’s hella projection but for real there is nothing neurotypical about Mob or Mob Psycho. I do not wish to enforce my interpretation on others (ironic bc I do that all the time but this is a serious social theory). There are some interesting and very sad social issues in Japan that the west really doesn’t understand but would I think help people understand a lot of context behind not only Mob Psycho, but also a lot of other anime. I learned this at my shitty university (prestigious but horrific) and while studying abroad in Japan and talking with Japanese peers. Get ready here we go (and tw for bullying and darker things):

Unfortunately in East Asian education systems, bullying can be extremely intense. Growing up I assumed it was over exaggerated extremely in anime for drama but it really can be so horrific. From what I’ve heard, there is often a single kid or so who is just shit on by everyone else, even the teacher. Mogami land *is* the reality of some Japanese kids. I’ve read that in Korea, this social punching bag sometimes is just the darkest skinned person (yayyy colorism /angry) and or someone who does not fit in. I mean, we have that in America too, but maybe not as common for the bullying to be as focused on one misfit rather than several. These kids just can’t escape the stigma too, kids from other schools find out they were a major victim at their old school and it starts anew. Thus there is so much stigma and incentive to join in on bullying so you aren’t the one. Sadly, this also ofc leads to higher suicide rates. That’s where the “shoe on building roof” anime trope comes in, bc somehow taking off shoes is relayed to death (I forgot why sorry)

There is a difference in how intense in general high school vs college is too. In the West, commonly college is the more intense curriculum and is harder than high school, but in Japan it’s usually the opposite. Grind suuuupppeeerrrr hard for entrance exams (huge standardized tests that determines what college you can qualify to) bc unlike the ACT or SAT here, that test is by far the most important factor for college admission. Then chill and relax a bit in college. Can’t relate. Name and prestige is very critical for job application, more important than here. That’s why planning out your future is sooo much more intense for Japanese high schoolers than in America, and why there is sooo much more pressure to excel in high school than here. Japanese school years and holidays are done different than ours, I’d suggest looking it up.

Social prestige of going to an American high school or college is nuts. Like whyyy do you value our shitty education, Japan’s is much higher quality (it’s bc we neo colonized them). Being able to speak English is very, very highly valued and any association with Americans make you cooler. From my experience, some Japanese students got very excited to practice speaking English with us, and their biggest issues with learning it is pronunciation, lmao. Wasai english is unique slang that is indeed English words but it’s kinda different and it’s kinda jarring to remember lol. So, Teru having parents that are working overseas isn’t too uncommon, idk about leaving him absolutely alone, but I did have a ex-friend who just came from Japan in middle school who’s situation probably wasn’t too far off from that. Empty wealth with no love, it’s no wonder those kind of people can end up being huge bullies (minori?)

I did a presentation on 引きこもり(hikikomori) for which means “shut in”, (like Serizawa) and it’s fucked up. It’s a social phenomena where according to some Japanese researchers a mix of undisciplined parenting, guilt/not living up to expectations, and hopelessness makes an alarming amount of youth/ young adults literally never go out side their house/room. Often a parent is “enabling” the behavior by supporting them, but idk the articles seemed a bit victim-blaming to me when I read it, but I don’t think I should make a judgement too hard, not my place. I will say I do suspect and believe I read something to support that ASD might play a role in hikikomoris (there is pitiful resources for autistic people in Asia, much much less support than even here, to the point I don’t think most know it exists). Like come on, with the other points I laid out my personal opinion as an Asian American with autism is that it really seems it’s unknowing ableism against autistic classmates, but I didn’t grow up in Asia so I don’t want to say.

Mental health in general is tragically quite abysmal in Japan, and with it being so hyper competitive and brutal work culture, it’s no surprise birth rate in Japan is so low; some Japanese young adults say it seems unethical to bring a life to such hostile world. Suicide rate is of the highest in the world. It’s fucked, I’ve interacted with some of the locals in Tokyo and they were so nice, but the business men just looked dead inside, it’s so sad.

Relationships between child and parent is also strained bc of this intense work and school culture. Quality time is too scarce when you gotta work so much. And the pressure from parents to do well in education or else you might end up socially stigmatized is rough. Bc your job is who you are, it’s hyper capitalism (thanks us for making them do this)

With autism being so unknown, support for parents in raising autistic kids is almost nonexistent. What happens if the “darker” side of ASD shows up in kids? I used to be a menace when I had meltdowns, I felt so bad but really just became so indiscriminately violent. See where this is going? Legit, I think ESP is a sort of metaphor for neurodivergance to ONE. There is so much stigma around it, and even less way for kids to understand why they are different than the others. My Korean family can’t admit we all got ASD, too much fear and internalized shame.

I got finally diagnosed with ASD as an adult and I’ll tell ya, I relate too much to Mob hurting Ritsu. I felt so bad, but also not in control, I knew what I was doing but not how to stop. Luckily, is was blessed in that my hyperfixations involved science and logic, so I did well at school. Sadly, our boy Mob just don’t got the passion or ability to do well at school. His kanji is very bad, even to point of not being confident he wrote a kanji (世) they learn when they are 9, in elementary school (thanks @katyatalks). Him being a bit berated by his parents for having bad grades and bending spoons seems harsh to Westerners I think, but IMO it’s pretty tame from what I’ve seen of some Asian parents (I get to say that lmao). Ofc, however the shaming is very real and Mob just agreeing with them about how weird and stupid he thinks he is so sad. There is even more pressure for the eldest to be better than here, I feel from some interactions. Nonetheless, it’s implied Mob is quite emotionally detached from his parents, even though he loves them, which also adds to his emotional complex. Combined with originally fragile self esteem and feelings of worthlessness, we got one emotionally stunted boy. However, contrary to common belief people with ASD are sometimes hyper empathic and experience emotions very intensely. We are prone to having “meltdowns” which if not assisted with can be quite violent if very intense. For me, my worse meltdowns as a kid came from when I didn’t understand why I wasn’t getting what I wanted, it seemed selfish and cruel of me but I couldn’t control it. I wanted to be a good kid, so why did hit my moms leg at target when she refused to buy me Pokémon toys? I couldn’t come up with a good reason for why my mind just commanded my body to do bad things, just a single thought was controlling me, I want I want I want I want I want ____. Which I argue could be what ???% represents… bc well…. Yeah….. hmm….. not in control of self (mob unconscious), selfish (not actually, I’ve forgave myself but my “normal” kid self was so ashamed), destructive, hurt family, wanting to stop but can’t, that’s kind of…. Too relatable.

But legit, since realizing my new HC, I’ve started to think of the last chapter of mp100 when I “explode” and it helps me feel better and I do gain “control” a bit easier. I don’t feel so bad anymore either, Mob!

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: Roommate HCs [V1]

To be honest, I just wanted to ramble some more and let my brainworms take over. This is sorta late but Happy Valentine’s everyone! I was gonna post this earlier but this honestly took me a long time to write so I moved it to today. 

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. Seriously, as much as I love writing this non-serious fics. Why do you people like this?

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Based off my ramblings with Keqing anon: Link

Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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Diluc

What? Diluc has a roommate? Did you blackmail him in living with you? Is that even possible? Did you throw yourself in front of his car because you needed someone to pay for your student loans and the easiest way was to file a lawsuit? In this economy no one would blame you. Diluc seems like such the self-isolated character that would murder his roommate in cold blood but in reality, he act’s detached from the world because he forgot how to socialize and he’s desperately trying to cover it up without choking. That or he’s trying to learn how to astral project. If he could drink away the pain he would but instead he buys 20 packs of grape Kool-Aid and injects it into his veins. 

Does not and will not ever have a normal sleeping schedule. You’ll wake up to him working, come back home to him working, and will sleep to him still working. His daily dose of Vitamin D is from the brightness of his screen rather than the sun and he’s filter feeding at this point. It’s concerning. He’s going to crumble and he’s bringing the world down with him. Through the power of tax evasion. But as soon as he needs to walk out into society, he pulls movie magic and looks like perfection. It’s both physically and mentally disgusting. 

He’s actually is a really nice roommate to have just so long as you give him space. Great cook and knows to clean up after himself. Though he does have crash and burn days where’s he’s completely out of commission. You could set the entire apartment on fire and he would sleep through it. The entire two weeks are dedicated to zombie eye marathons and then he’ll suddenly collapse and sleep for 46 hours straight. When he wakes up from his hibernation he’s the most groggy and nonsensical person. His life blood is coffee because you keep hiding the 5 hour energy away from him because, you know, life is enjoyable and those cancer bottles will actually kill him.  

“University sucks our money out of our bodies faster than our will to live.” 

Beidou [Happy Birthday Queen 💕]

Despite her appearance, she’s actually really strong and it scares the piss out of you when you’re doing something or scrolling through your phone mindlessly and you suddenly get your spine re-arranged when she slaps you on the back to ask what you’re doing. Likewise, when she hoists you up and throws you over her shoulder so you come with her on her 3am convivence store raids for alcohol. It’s either you change now or else we’re walking out of the apartment in your t-shirt and no pants self. She can and will carry you under her arm that way. It’s both incredibly attractive and horrifying at the same time. 

She’s really friendly and a great talker if you’re alright with her “I must hold you in my arms, fresh prince of bel air style”. It doesn’t matter if you’re taller than her, she’s doing it. She does however, get in a bit of trouble from her rowdiness and you often get noise complaints but Beidou just passes them off to Ningguang and everything is fixed. She has ovaries of steel when neighbors rather confront her personally and she’s ready to 1v1 in the parking lot. You’re trying to desperately hold onto her shirt to stop her from pile driving your neighbors for the third time this week but she’s too strong.  

She’s constant party until we die attitude and suffers the hangover in the morning. It’s actually really funny to catch her in her hangover moods because whatever filter Beidou had, which is none, is gone. She really takes “cursing like a sailor” or the next level and the amount of creativity she comes up with is actually impressive. She can be a bit messy but she’s really likeable and always down to go anywhere with you as long as you’ll do the same. It’s a very ride together, we die together situation. You’re my best friend, you’re dying with me. I’ll see you in hell. 

“Imma T pose over my dad and then crash the car into the parking garage.” 

Kaeya

Kaeya on the surface seems like such a chill roommate. And he is for the most part. But he’s such an ass. Your things are his things, no questions asked. If you just bought a really nice sweater or you had leftover food, that’s his now. He’s innocent until proven guilty even if he’s literally holding your lunch. The pure amount of bullshit he can spit out to convince you that no, he did not pull the fire alarm because he wanted an excuse for not going to work, puts him on Shakespeare level. He’s also very pretty, way too pretty, sir can you share some of your genes? 

But aside from that, he’s actually super dependable. You forgot something at home? Sure, he has nothing better to do so he can bring them for you. We’re missing eggs? No problem, he’s just by the store. You’re 95% sure that he just wants to be cheeky and make you thank him for 20 minutes before he actually hands you what you asked for. It’s better for you if you never tell him anything you’re afraid of because Kaeya has no social cues, or more like he throws them out the window, and he’s probably a psychopath. 

He’s incredibly private of his room and things despite his attitude towards yours. You’re convinced he either has a secret lab or that’s where he’s storing the bodies. I was the good guy but due to unfortunate circumstances, I need to stab a bitch. But he’s a really good serious talker for those 3am, because everything happens at 3am, talks about life and the meaning of the universe. It absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule but some of the things you talk about are the most crackhead things like what’s the lowest amount of money someone would have to pay you to walk outside without clothes? It’s a legitimate question. 

“Never before have I been so offended with something I 100% agree with.”

Jean

Okay, what world did you save in a past life to live with his absolutely wonderful woman? Mother Teresa take a load off, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about. She’ll bring home little treats back home and it’s the most wholesome thing ever?? Is this what love and affection feels like? We’ve been starved for so long. She says it’s not a big deal and anyone would do it BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE BUYS FOOD FOR YOU. IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT. They are forever stuck in your will until proven otherwise. An absolute ray of sunshine that must be protected. 

She does get super busy so you don’t often see each other or get to hang out as much. She’s a bit of a workaholic but a lot more easier to talk her into taking a break. She’s also a pretty decent cook but she prefers baking and jesus christ, girl can you calm down? Be still my beating heart, I’ve been smitten. Has mother hen vibes that you’re not sure if she’s your roommate or if she adopted you into her family. It’s time to start a petition for the Jean protection squad. Given the opportunity, I would aggressively hold your hand. 

She’s always open to whatever you want to do. Any recommendations or things that you like she will try out at least once despite her busy schedule. She’s lowkey lonely because work consumes her so any time you want to hang out or do something together, she jumps on it like she’s feral. She get’s a bit shy to ask if she can join in on your plans because she doesn’t want to bother you or intrude no matter how many times you tell her that’s okay, she still get’s a bit iffy about it. Please save this girl before she trips. In your arms. Platonically. Just kidding haha. Unless?

“I can’t wait to see you happy and not hating everyone again haha.”

Childe

First impressions of Childe were great, until he opened his mouth and you realized how much of a two brain cell child(e) he was. He has two braincells because they constantly have to 1v1 in his brain. He’s lived with a lot of siblings so he has no social awareness or concept of privacy that you’re lucky if you come home and he’s half-dressed. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 weeks older than him, he’s going to call you 82 years old and why your bones aren’t being fossilized at this point. He’s such a little shit, this fucker licks the yogurt lid peel.  

He get’s really restless when he’s stuck under house arrest, because apparently 1v1ing in the parking lot of a Wendy’s is illegal for some reason, so he makes dying whale noises until he get’s to go outside again. But he’s actually a really wholesome guy, probably because of his younger siblings, that he’ll sometimes get you something because you seemed down and it’s such whiplash? Who is this man and where did he come from? You’re starting to have a change of heart before he tells you that he got banned from the library for accidently punching the school’s computer. How you “accidently” punch something you have no idea but Childe always comes home with some sort of injury. Maybe he’s just incredibly clumsy. For your sanity, you’re going to go with that. 

He’s actually so uncultured that it’s crippling. You can’t blame him too much considering his upbringing and it’s great that he’s so interested in learning new things but...child no...It makes you want to take your spine out of your ass and rip it like a Beyblade. Watching him take chopsticks and stab his food like it’s marshmallows makes you want to fall into a blackhole and let the chair consume you. 

“I, too, fantasize about beating the living shit out of people.”

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Is this another tag yourself game cause I resonate with Diluc. I’m crying in insomnia. As much as I enjoy writing these fics I absolutely hate tagging them. I remember I used to have a tag anon but that was back when I wrote for bnha. 

Valentine’s Day was fun tho. I had a drinking game with friends as we played league then ended it off with a movie night.