#like pls feel free to be nasty w me

[hesbambi]

mumbling incoherent words, you wake up, feeling soft pressure on your thighs. 

“johnny…?” you murmur, sleep still found in your voice, eyes searching for the figure that’s supposed to be next to you. instead, you find johnny peppering soft, delicate kisses up your thighs. 

“god baby, can never get enough of you,” he says, grabbing a hold of your thighs, “think about you even in my sleep.” 

unable to even process a response back, johnny licks a stripe against your underwear. you do nothing but whine, unable to resist him even if you're too tired to even move up to look at him. johnny keeps licking and soon enough sets aside your panties wet with your slick and his saliva. 

“fuck pretty girl, you’re dripping,” he says, prodding his tongue against your clenching hole. whining, you nod your head, “all for you daddy, all for you.”

[ashsostrange]

"averagegirlie" is just "xxoxobree", formerly known as "breeandhermunches" on a burner. newsflash, your "fav" miles writer isn't who you think she is!

ik a lot of us must be VERY confused so let me help you out. @/averagegirlie and @/xxoxobree are the same mfkn person! why did bree make this account? i assume that it's so she could fend for herself and keep the "unbothered" act up on her main page. that's why she deletes all her reblogs after arguing w someone then comes over to this account to start bsing. not to mention she can say extremely problematic things with no repercussions, because she doesn't have a following on that page + it's not tied to her.. at least it wasn't before! bree's a very messy liar. i peeped the truth so lemme share it w y'all.

bree if you're seeing this, go take a couple shots before you read. you should've kept it cute but you didn't, so let's get nasty mf.

i have receipts! let's start right here cz i find this the funniest:

nobody but her spells "internet" like that... this is one of the many examples of the two accounts talking alike, even though bree said she wouldn't refer to "yao" as a friend when the whole rashad thing was going down. yesterday, i reminded yao of that. she said "i like bree, so what" but she deleted that and changed it to "when are y'all gonna catch on to the fact that we talk?" mhm.. bree's a lil confused, but next!

y'all see "yao's" tag? telling alexa to play some bs... then y'all see bree?? NEXT!

go look on miss average's page. she only comes online to defend and ride the hell out of bree's dick. remember ts w amani? why are you going so hard for someone who says they dk you like that LMFAO. not to mention, when the rashad shit was happening, bree said "this my girl and she never been wrong" but then she turns around and says "i wouldn't say we're friends" WHICH ONE IS IT MISS MUNCH??! 😭🤣🤣 next!

why we praising tf out of bree's oc? ts was ai bro. we got a self supafan. next...

look at this smart anon, putting tg the pieces and shit. "ash and dalia fight your battles every time" is literally.. a lie. what battles are we referring to? talia's never in drama as much as you're implying. and ima ride for my friends anyway, tf? but my entire blog will never be centered around ONE human being. it ain't that serious ever. "yao" and bree need hobbies cz writing obv ain't doing it for her. next.

bree has also said she's messy lol. she likes drama. hm!

look at how she came on her white horse when bree was battling the great war w anons over miles morales smut (which i don't fw, js to be clear.) who summoned her? BREE LMFAIOFHDGFKJAS... NEXT!!!

here's miss xxoxo munches being ableist, much like her alter ego. bro went silent and blocked lia after this. now let's get into miss average again.

look at this bs. ion even gotta say much.. this girl is black & not chinese!! y'all should know why this is weird. here's the "evidence" she gave me btw:

here's me proving her wrong! she tried! next.

y'all see the way they're tagging their posts w their usernames? mhm.. ik you do.

HMMM....

these are both bree. i don't mean to bring up maye again, but i have to for context. what happened wasn't js "drama"... the things she said to dalia were racist + that post she was lyin' about lia in. she also liked the post.. dead giveaway you silly bitch! 🥱 nd she was also instigating in honey's inbox. i know her typing style and her emoji colors lol. it's common sense atp. it's not hard to tell when an anon is bree. and from what i'm seeing not even maye is fw her.. LMFAISAIDHSAY GIRL YOU'RE DONE! 😭 feel free to go thru their accs, you'll see ts too. she's funny asf for this, i'll give her that and that only. i've never laughed so much in under 24 hours. 💓

in conclusion, bree is messy, bored, insecure, ableist & miserable! she thought nobody would ever find out but here we are today. she fronts not gaf but then switches to this acc to let off some serious steam... as miss freeman once said: "Alexa, play yikes!"

but bless bree 💗 maybe if you change now, you'll still be able to collect your tokens like dalia says.

[goldenderg314]

Proper pinned post for me! :3

Heavily Prefer They/Them but can suddenly become very flexible if its funny or hot but only if I'm comfortable with it :3 pan/bi, switch/vers. since this is my nsft/hauve covid acct, here's a picture of me! :3 ask for more pics if you don't believe me! idk why u wouldn't tho!! 3:<

DMs open to all but the people who act like the worst of cishet guys w/ no clue abt queer stuff, and demanding/entitled doms/subs

very casual, so you can DM me right off the bat with smth funny like a cute unsolicited pic! :3 ;3 :3 (tbh you can say good nasty stuff to me as soon as ur comfy! I'll probably love it, same for the pics ;333) Likes!: CNC, pee, robots, furry, robot furries, robofucking, monsterfucking, planefucking, petplay, mommy/fauxcest (except for a decent chunk of 'dad'/'daddy' stuff, just ask pls)

NOs: scat, gore / non-candy gore, diapers

(still 100% support ppls right to have fetishes and kinks I don't like!)

"likes" is in actuality probably way bigger than listed but if you're at the point that you're wondering; plz just ask!

if you read through all of this, feel free to come into my DMs and we can call eachother faggy and jack off about it

[jelliezellie]

Hi! How are u? Would like to request a levi x fem!reader blind date fic. Like they always bickering w/ each other then there friends set them up. But on that particular date, reader is a bit emotional (frustrated about her feelings towards him) so she took levi's nasty comments by heart & levi is so guilty about it & started to be more soft & eventually admiting that he loves her nevertheless because u know, he can't express his emotions well so he ends up being mean to her.

Thankssss and pls take care...

I know this is late but here you go!!

Blind Date - Levi x Reader

Connie and Sasha giggled as they took you to the restaurant. “You’ll have a lot of fun,” Connie teased. “The guy we picked for you to go out with is perfect for you.”

Sasha nodded quickly, giggling. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s super excited!” 

You smiled at them, a little skeptical of their excitement. Jean was tagging along behind, rolling his eyes at their teasing. “Alright, guys. Cut it out. You don’t want to be Captain Obvious and spoil who it is, right?”

Connie and Sasha snickered, then pointed to the restaurant. “Okay,” Connie said, adjusting your hair. “You’ve got this. Go get him!”

“Bring me some leftovers!” Sasha exclaimed. 

Jean patted your back. “If anything goes wrong, just call Sasha and say there’s free food. She’ll make a distraction so you can escape.”

You laughed and entered the restaurant, looking around. Everyone seemed to have a date or a group of friends around them except for one person. You stared uneasily at the familiar black hair and undercut. You approached him. “Levi?”

He glared at you. “Oh, God. You’re the date?”

You nodded, sitting across from him. He rolled his eyes and half of his face behind a menu. “I guess so,” you laughed nervously. Damn it. I’m gonna kill those idiots. 

Levi frowned, his brows furrowed behind the menu. “Alright. Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, his voice devoid of any interest.

You shifted nervously in your seat. Am I really that much of a pain to be with? You wondered. He seemed completely exhilarated just by being in your presence. You needed a conversation starter; something to get him out of his bad mood. “So, Levi, what’s your favorite song?”

“So ist es immer,” he responded.

“Oh, really? What do you like about it?”

“I like that it doesn’t have small talk in it.”

“Ouch. Would you rather have deep conversations, then?” 

“I’d prefer no conversation at this point.” You frowned and looked away. Of course, you didn’t want to push him to talk if he didn’t want to. Still, why would he come in the first place if he didn’t want to talk? You looked back at him and he was staring at you with a different look. He didn’t just seem tired, he seemed defeated. He huffed and leaned forward. “I suppose I would rather have meaningful conversations.”

Although you didn’t want to let useless hope get into your system, you couldn’t stop the flame of happiness that burned its way onto your face in the form of a smile. “Alright. Why do you seem so tired?”

He shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I’d rather have meaningful answers. Why not?”

His brows quirked up at your reply. “Insomnia, I guess.” Your eyes narrowed as you waited for another explanation. Everyone knew he had trouble sleeping but he never looked this tired. “And I was nervous.”

“About what?”

“Usually, when Hange proposes the idea of a date, I automatically say no. It’s like I’m on auto-pilot.”

Your brows rose as he satiated your curiosity. “What changed?”

“They said I’d have a date with someone they knew I had a soft spot for.”

You chuckled. “You have a soft spot for me?”

“Well, at first, I wanted to see who Hange thought I had a soft spot for.” He leaned a little closer. “Do you think I have a soft spot for you?”

You sighed and shook your head. “No.” He tilted his head and waited for clarification. “You’re always rude and angry. You stare at me with nothing but hatred and I know you can’t wait to get out of this place because you’re—”

He placed a hand over yours. He stared into your wide eyes and, with as much meaning as he could get his voice to produce, he murmured, “I’ll make it more obvious on our next date if you’ll let me.” 

Your brows furrowed as you saw the guilt in his eyes. You sighed and nodded. “Alright, but you have to make it obvious.”

Relief escaped his mouth in a sigh and he nodded. “Okay. But next time, don’t ask your friends for a place. This restaurant is awful.”

[tom-whore-dleston]

👠 - “Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?” w/ our god of thunder thor pls bby <33

Life in plastic 👠 - Send me a hottie and a prompt from OP and I’ll write a quick fic (feel free to add AUs/tropes/etc. for some flavor)

Playing Filthy

Pairing: Thor Odinson x f. reader

Genre: smut (lemon)

Warnings: pwp, oral sex (m. receiving), face fucking, teasing, dom!Thor, sub!reader, kinda breath play, very brief mention of spit, m. masturbation (it's quick so don't blink), cum shot, cum eating

Summary: Thor shows you what happens when you tease him in public

Word Count: 865

Notes: Hooray to my first Thor fic 🥳 I hope I did him justice lol Just by reading the title, you already know this is gonna be hella gross but no ragrets xD Thank you Laur for the dirty😏 request and @wint3r-h3art for sending me Thor pics to fuel my nastiness 😘😘 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

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​​You and your boyfriend were at a party with the other Avengers when you decided to mess around with him. You had been teasing Thor all night and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He dragged you away from the party, pushing you into the nearest room. Before you had a moment to react, he commanded you to your knees. 

“This’ll teach you to fuck with me in front of my friends.”

As you sat on your knees, Thor whipped out his throbbing cock that glistened with precum. Your mouth watered at the bulging veins, excited to take him into your mouth however he pleased. One hand held the base of his thickness while his other hand aggressively pried your mouth open. As your mouth widened, Thor plunged his cock in, causing you to immediately gag when just the tip grazed the roof of your mouth. Considering that you and Thor just recently became an item, you still needed some adjustments to his godly size. However, with the way you had been acting tonight, the mighty god didn’t seem as accommodating as usual. 

“Fuck, just like that!” Thor growled, throwing his head back against the wall. “Such a gorgeous little thing.” Your pussy clenched around nothing as you heard him call you ‘gorgeous.’ His baby blue eyes turned dark as he grunted and shoved more of his length inside your mouth. You violently gagged as the tip pressed against your uvula, grabbing his meaty thighs for support. 

“What’s wrong, gorgeous? Thought this was what you wanted.” Thor bursted into laughter as you struggled to breathe out of your nose. “You wanted to play dirty, but you forget that I’m a fuckin god and gods play filthy.” When he was only met with loud gurgles in lieu of words, he pulled out so you could catch your breath. You gasped and panted for air like a fish out of water, unbothered by the spit drooping from your lips. Meanwhile, Thor stroked himself in front of your face. His throaty murmurs made you wetter, causing you to reach down between your legs. He slapped your hand away, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Oh, no gorgeous. You don’t get to touch yourself after the shit you pulled back there.” Thor tapped the head of his cock against your lips, entering you once again with the same amount of vigor. “All you get to do is sit there and take my cock in that dirty mouth.” 

You peered up at him with puppy eyes, vision becoming blurry from the tears glossing over your eyeballs. A tear finally trailed down your cheek as the tip surpassed your uvula. Just as you thought Thor would maybe go easy on you, he held the back of your head to pump himself in and out of your mouth. The way he used you like a sex toy made your panties soaked and you were aching to rub your pulsing clit. You squeezed your thighs together as Thor fucked your face harder until his thrusts became desperate. He moaned your named as his huge cock palpitated inside you.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come. Keep that mouth nice and wide for me, gorgeous.” With that, he pulled out with a pop and began jacking himself off at a rabid speed. Despite being out of breath, you kept your mouth open, impatiently waiting the taste of his seed. One hard thrust later, Thor bellowed a thunderous groan, spurts of cum landing on your tongue and chin. The blonde god released his last string of cum and he leaned against the wall, catching up to his breath. Without breaking eye contact with him, you drunkenly licked up the cum on your face. You were unaware of the remnants of cum that dripped onto your blouse until Thor helped you off the ground, smirking at the fresh stain.

“Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?” His large hands pulled your top off with elegance and you yanked the linen material, inspecting the tainted discoloring.

“Damn it, this was my favorite shirt!” You whined, tossing the ruined fabric on the ground. 

“Guess that makes us even from all the teasing you put me through.”

You scoffed and smacked Thor’s bicep, to which he barely batted an eyelash. Then, you started to rummage through the closet on the opposite side of the room for something decent to replace your stained shirt with. Luckily, Natasha had a stash of oversized headscarfs that you can easily tie over your breasts. Thor watched in awe as you tied the scarf together to create a make shift halter top.

“I don’t know about you, gorgeous, but I would’ve been perfectly fine with you wearing just your bra. Besides, isn’t that a new Midgardian fashion trend?”

“Well, if I went back out there without my shirt, then your friends would know that you and I fucked.”

“Next time, we should just let them know how good I fuck you.” You stood silent in the middle of the room, making Thor smirk cockily. He kissed the top of your head before leading you out of the room back into the party.

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[pop-roxs]

this is my intro post welcome losers

ill start with basics. my name is water, i am a minor, i use all pronouns but she/her or they/them(he/him, it/its, neos, whatever you see fit). i use exclusively male terms such as boy, sir, etc.

proshippers, homophobes, transphobes, TERFs, pro-israels, zionists, mangrellers, and s*baciel shippers dni.

basically the only fandom im in is black butler

um what else do i write. please feel free to send me asks! i like to draw(and write but that happens rarely). im so so so obsessed with grelle its literally unhealthy /srs. please use tone tags while talking to me

this is my main blog(and i dont have any fandom blogs) so i dont have a set theme, although i usually post and rb black butler related things

series i will rb or post about: black butler(bolded bc i rarely post abt the following), hazbin hotel, splatoon, ava/m, undertale/deltarune(specifically mettaton)

(i love hazbin, i love helluva, i really dont support anything vivzie does. please dont hate me for liking these series. also ik helluva has been sucking a lot w the newest episodes i just have false hope)

tags i use: water posts -> og posts(not all my og posts are tagged and i cannot be bothered to go and look for the stragglers but if you see an og post of mine w/o "water posts" then please send it to me in like dms) fanfart -> art/writing(fics, poetry, etc)

if i rb or interact with a nasty person then tell me pls 🙏

my blog is a safe space for jews, aspecs, transhets, and invisibly + visibly disabled people!!

[onlyseokmins]

a tag? sure i’d love one asksndshs i feel so important ajshshs do i pick it? or do u do? also i feel like mysterious mingyu anon is kinda long so just call me em!!!

and like… i love mingyu but also do u ever think about how mingyu said wonu likes to be on the receiving end of praise? yeah💔 that’s my man, i’m so in love with that dork pls-

hi em <33 so cute!! ofc you are important hehe, feel free to pick an emoji if you'd like that w/ your name! I'll go back and tag your previous asks accordingly and any further so it'll be easier for you to find cuz i know my blog can get cluttered 😅

omg and wonuuuu i don't think I talk about him enough ehehe this is good information fr like ik caratblr is obsessed w/ his possessiveness so I just think he'd love a lot of reassurance and that might work best in the form of praises!! He deserves it though omg wonu has my heart <333 he deserves to be fawned over immensely 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I think in a domestic sense, since he's more of a quiet lover through actions, he'd just love to hear you tell him how well he takes care of you and such

as for sexci time, i strongly believe he would thrive off it. Tell him how good his cock makes you feel!!!! While I think he's definitely a fan of secret rendezvous in places you don't want to get caught because sex where you have to be quiet can be so exhilarating, he'd rather hear you. Ofc I also think that he'd be so good at dirty talking like I'm down bad for his voice whispering filthy things but what a kick he gets out of you telling him nasty things.

He's good at being calm, collected, and quiet. And he's even better at shutting you up... but why would he want to?

[fuzzybubbledaydreams]

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hiyas!!

^_^ okayz so like first thing first this blog is 100% 18+ only!! no exceptionz!! no kidz on here at all pls Im not comfy with u interacting with me, thankz!

if u follow me and ur someone who Im not comfy with following me or whatevs Im just gonna block u for my safety n happiness n stuff. this blog is for me to be happy n brainless n stuff :D so ya dont be a weirdo whos a bigot or smth nasty >:[

also!! like, pls know this blog is mostly fantasy stuff and not stuff to do irl like, at all. if its smth u can do, informed, enthusiastic consent iz totes def needed!!

Im a enby babe whos makes sexxxy content n stuff for fun :D u should totes check it out ;) theres linkz further down

omg u should send me asks!! flirty n fun stuff is so totally welcum!! if ur ask if sexxxy n fun n Im comfy w it (like ur not pushing boundaries or whatevs) I'm more than happy 2 respond! if ur being a creep tho I wont answer u :/ dont push things okai we're all here for fun!

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stuff about me;

➱Jasper iz my name dont wear it out ;)

➱u can also call me Jazzy

➱born September 1997

➱they/them or it/its for my pronouns

➱nonbinary transmasc on the day 2 day OwO

➱femboi + bimboi/bimbo whenever I can ^_^

➱neutral + masc terms/compliments work best but femme stuff can work too it depends on like. whats being said, ya feel??

➱content maker of sexxxy things ;)

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my linkz

➱ allmylinks.com/crypticmutt

All my 🔗 are in there!! u can find me on the bird app for other socal media, and spicy sexxy stuff for $$$ over on 0nlyfanz, Fansly, PocketStarz, APClips, + ManyVidz

➱throne.me/wishlist

Dats my wishlist if u wanna spoil this lil doll ;p any gift u get me gets u smth too, just sayin~ (aka u get some spicy pics hehe)

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what ur gonna find on here

this is a place for me 2 explore like, more of this side of me thats into this stuff thats not on my main nsft blog UwU bc my main nsft blog is like.. totes dark n violent n stuff.

so expect any of this n similar stuff;

Bimbofication, expansion/inflation stuff (mostly boobs/tummy/ass), transformation (specific flavours of it anywayz), some hypnosis stuff, dumbification, oviposition (eggies!), pregnancy fantasy/threats (I yeeted my uterus lol), lactation, hucow, overstim, group/multiple ppl, public/free use, intox play (a bit), objectification

➱@corruptedwraith is my other nsft blog!! More my main one I guess :p lol its a very different vibe then this is!!! srsly!! extremely different!! polar opposites!!

[arletquin]

PIN.

INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, PRIVATE WRITING BLOG FOR THE HARLEQUIN (HARLEY QUINN). HEAVILY CANON-DIVERGENT, PRIMARILY INSPIRED BY MY OWN PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS OF THE CHARACTER. BECAUSE OF MY CANON-DIVERGENCY IN HARLEY'S STORY, I WILL NOT BE INTERACTING WITH NOR FOLLOWING ANY JOKER BLOGS UNLESS WE'RE CLOSE FRIENDS AND HAVE ALREADY DISCUSSED IT IN PRIVATE. BECAUSE OF THE CONTENT THAT'S PRESENT ON THIS BLOG, I ASK THAT ALL FOLLOWERS BE 18+.

MAINS: @selinaes.

PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT.

{FURTHER GUIDELINES AND INFORMATION ABOUT HARLEY ARE BELOW!}

ok scary all caps stuff out of the way... i'm bunny, 19, any pronouns and this is my harley blog!! here are some basic rules for this acc, i would greatly appreciate u reading and following them <3

i am incredibly selective about what dc blogs i follow. this really isn't a personal thing, it's just that i'm usually picky, but because my version of harley is so different than how she's typically depicted... i want to make sure i'm following people who can and are willing to adhere to the changes i've made to her story.

harley, while still retaining many of her mannerisms, is still pretty different than her comic-accurate depictions. i ask that you don't make assumptions about her and her relationship with the joker; if you have any questions about her (not just about her and the joker), pls feel free to ask!! i promise i do not bite <33

i very very much prefer plotting before doing any threads. the random ask is totally fine w me, but i find it way easier to write when i already know what the dynamic we're aiming for is. you can contact me in my DMs and if we're mutuals then u can ask for my disc!

i won't fully go and list my DNI bc 1. it's probably really long and 2. i'll likely forget about some things until i'm actually faced with it. to make this easier, i just ask that you're a decent person and you practice basic rpc etiquette. there are some characters/fandoms i don't want to write nor be associated with and if i find that you're either of the two, then you'll be blocked. that's just how the cookie crumbles.

i adore shipping!! just please note that harley is a fairly unstable person with a very distorted image/idea of love and romance. harley tends to be obsessive over someone she likes and it will likely lean more into unhealthy territory than not. if this is something you're uncomfortable with, i ask that you don't ship with me or reject my offers to ship solely for your comfort!! i absolutely understand and i don't take offense to it at all.

harley is violent. while harley won't outright kill your muse (unless we've discussed it for a thread), she's still volatile and she will act accordingly if she feels she's been provoked. harley won't outright attack unless she's either been attacked first or we've plotted it, but i figure it's worth noting anyway.

i've seen some people mention this in their rules so i figure i might as well: i fully support people calling out those who have engaged in shitty or even abusive behavior. i've been in the rpc for over six years now so i've seen a lot of nasty shit go down. it should go without saying that i do not endorse call-outs over petty matters that should've just stayed in two people's dms.

ABOUT HARLEY.

(i haven't made any 'professional' posts/pages about it, but you can find the major changes in harley's story in this post. tldr: harley kills the joker and essentially takes his place as the clown queen of crime. a drabble about harley killing him, harley's feelings about her past 'relationship' with him.)

NAME: harleen quinzel. ALIAS: the harlequin. DOB: valentine's day, 199X. GENDER: transgender female. SEXUALITY: bisexual, leaning more towards women. AGE: 33. HAIR COLOR: honey blonde (naturally), platinum blonde (previously dyed). EYE COLOR: greenish blue. HEIGHT: 5'7" FAMILY: XXXX (mother, deceased), XXXX (father, deceased). RESIDENCE: gotham city, new jersey. OCCUPATION: arkham asylum psychiatrist (former), crime lord (current). EDUCATION: community college and medical school graduate, attained a PhD. AFFILIATIONS: gotham's rogues gallery, gotham sirens (poison ivy, catwoman, herself), the joker (former, deceased).

TIMELINE. TW: suicide, mental abuse, physical abuse.

as a child, harley was a hyper child with a finicky temper. harley would experience violent outbursts when her temper would flare up, this being noticeable when she was a toddler and then further into adolescence, in which she would frequently get into trouble for physical altercations with other children. harley's parents found her hard to manage, with their attempts of physical punishment only to be thrown back at them. harley would be locked in her room for up to hours at a time when her temper flared, often in the dark and left to make a mess in her room. harley would be sent to see a child therapist who would have harley's parents partake in many methods to 'subdue' harley's fits of anger. essentially, harley would continually be taught over her developing years to suppress her anger, as well as any 'extreme' emotions she may feel. this resulted in harley willingly isolating herself from her family and practically becoming mute, only speaking when spoken to. she would resign herself to her bedroom and take to studying for her classes, with psychology being the one she performed the best. harley became fascinated with psychology, partially because of her desire to better understand her mental ailments as well as being able to carefully dissect others (rather than trying to violently rip them apart). harley's parents would approve and admire harley's desire to become a psychiatrist, though unfortunately both of them would pass away in an alleged 'suicide pact' via asphyxiation by motor vehicle exhaust gas.

harley would take several years to graduate from medical school to attain her PhD and begin a career in psychiatry. harley would work in one or two different facilities for roughly a year before becoming an arkham asylum psychiatrist. arkham asylum, even today, is regarded as a facility not for the weak of heart. harley had an interest in the inmates at arkham, seeing as many of them were vastly different and far more volatile than those of her previous workplaces. it's at arkham that she would find the inmate nobody could ever work out: the joker. harley would become the joker's main psychiatrist, though as time would go on, harley would unknowingly fall victim to heavy manipulation from the criminal. the joker would have her unknowingly spill bits of her past, especially about her suppressed anger and emotions, and use them against her. he would offer her a chance to 'set herself free' and never have to suppress herself again, should she free him and become his accomplice. though the joker would never explicitly state that they would be romantically involved, he would constantly imply it, flirting with her and actively trying to court her.

when harley freed the joker and escaped with him to become his accomplice, the joker and harley's honeymoon had abruptly ended. the joker was keen on picking apart everything harley had ever said or done, and when harley would confront him about his behavior, he would deny and gaslight until she couldn't refute anymore. the joker would become increasingly violent as well, taking any chance he could to lash out at the woman. harley would begin to retaliate with violence of her own, not unlike when she was a child with her parents. this violence, however, would all come to a head when harley finally snapped and killed the joker with her mallet―――smashing his face to pieces until it was nothing but red and unrecognizable. and in this act of destruction, she felt herself be freer than she'd ever been. her arms were free. she was free.

following the joker's murder, harley would usurp the clown crime throne to everyone's surprise. no longer seen as a damsel or a dimwit... but now a dangerous and capable threat, harley would take to the throne relatively well: ensuing chaos everywhere for a little 'fun'.

[sat4nluvr]

The Brothers as College Students!

TW: cursing and mentions of alcohol but that’s it :D

(from the perspective of a sociology & criminal justice major! if they aren’t to your liking pls just move on im fragile 💔)

Lucifer

would be a mathematics major

or he would be a business major that would actually become a CEO

would 110% be in Honors College or be in accelerated classes

would also be in many clubs

amazing GPA

tutors people… yet nobody asks for him because he’s mean

definitely is that annoying kid who wears a suit everyday

is also that asshole who bosses people around in group projects

“Miss/Sir, you forgot about the homework” lookin ass 😭

Mammon

FINANCE MAJOR!!!

bc yk… money baby 🤑

also a business major who doesn’t try AT ALL and somehow has an alright GPA

parties all the time & has a bunch of friends

comes to class hungover on a tuesday

not very smart… yet he tries his best

has a million on & off campus jobs to make a little more money

don’t leave your bags unattended around him…

that asshole who doesn’t do anything in group projects unless yelled at

“Bro, have you even studied for our exam that’s worth 50% of our grade?”

“What exam?”

the parties are always at his dorm

yet they always get busted

Leviathan

Computer Science major

OR OR JUST HEAR ME OUT YALL!!

a software major

like he would be so cool yk??? (ik they’re kinda the same don’t come @ me)

I’m sorry but he would have no friends…

he probably doesn’t even live on campus either

he just stays in his room all day and plays video games

also has a great GPA somehow, probs bc he never leaves

more than likely does a lot of online classes bc he doesn’t wanna leave the comfort of his room…

Satan

we would probably have the same major… or majors lmao

the only one who would double major

either a criminal justice major (bc detective) or an English major (bc books)

I can also see him as an early educations major??

He would also be in honors college

He would also tutor people (people like to go to him because he’s good at teaching)

has friends but not too many, he keeps his circle small

does not like going to parties, they’re annoying

when he does, he’s the affectionate type of drunk…

“i love you!” “i’m so glad that you’re my friend!” (same satan same)

tries to one-up everybody… even when nobody cares

is also the bitch to look at you all weird if you accidentally get something wrong 🤨

Asmo

his is quite hard LMAO

uhm probably art

i see him as the artistic type

Or definitely a music major 110%

Everybody knows what Asmo’s room looks like bc ya know…

He’s had a lot of partners during the school year

Only gets w people on weekends though bc he’s very dedicated to his classes… surprisingly

Is also friends with everyone, but is also super nice

Likes to party with Mammon’s friends

best dressed on campus 🤪

his motto is “look good, feel good, do good”

i agree asmo

Beel

If the school offers culinary then culinary

But if not then he would be a PT (physical therapy) major

Or a kinesiology major

He’s definitely a collegiate athlete, probably one of the best

Everybody loves him, yet nobody usually talks to him because he always looks mean :(

Such a squish, his teammates protect him at all times

Parties sometimes, usually when his teammates ask him to

is himself x10 when he’s drunk

gets slightly above average grades

you can always see him in the gym or the cafeteria when he has free time

Loves the taste of the nasty cafeteria food…

“Beel, do you want my food? It look pretty gross.”

“It looks delicious to me, hand it over.”

Belphie

110% a psychology major

He would definitely use what he’s learned to fuck with people

Has friends, tends to ghost them

Would rather not party

Sleeps in class all the time

Looks cute, is a major bitch

“Hey! Can I have your snap-“

“No, go away you stupid bitch.”

Is the most likely to drop out because all he wants to do is sleep

Usually skips classes or wakes up super late

Never knows what’s going on

Doesn’t care about what’s going on

A/N: my first headcanon! i hope you like it and tell me if you want me to make more :D also im new to tumblr so if anyone could give me some pointers… please do 😭

[poppy-metal]

toji coming to a maid cafe n always teasing n flirting with his fav lil maid u ❤️❤️

pls him sitting in a booth w his legs spread wide, idly flicking his eyes across the menu, but he doesn't care about that. he pretends to though, when he sees you sweetly coming up to him and fiddle with your thumbs as you do a courtesy and stutter through your "w-welcome, master"

gets a big nasty grin on his face that tugs at his scar when he notices the way your eyes take him in. Does he flex his pecs on purpose? Maybe. Glances up at you, "well aren't you sweet" just to see you squirm in place. Bites his lip as he slowly gives you a once over, raking those eyes of his up and down your body deliberately so you can't ignore the heat behind it.

Leans back and flicks the menu out to you, an easy smile on his face, "I'll have whatever you recommend, sweetheart," lazily tapping his fingers on the table as he blatantly checks you out, tilting his head when you say you don't want to get him anything he might not like.

"i doubt that. im not picky and...you could say I've worked up quite the appetite. i trust you, surprise me"

You settle on a warm slice of apple pie, it suits him, you think. Its a simple enough dessert but its homey and sweet. You bring it to him and try your best not to show how your little hands tremble when you set the dish in front of him, but of course he notices. He's so big and imposing, just leaning close to him to plate his dessert, you can feel the warmth radiating off him, his eyes on the side of your face, your hands, your breasts. You think you hear him say, "cute" but you can't be sure.

When you lean away he's looking at you, the intimate heat of his gaze making you figet in your maid costume. gah, he's so intimidating.

He picks up his fork without preamble and takes a big bite, eyes fluttering closed as he lets out a low moan that is utterly pornographic. Slowly pulls his lips away from the utensil, to lick his fingers free of whipped cream. "mm,"

"I-is it good, master fushiguro?"

His eyes flash, getting darker, "mhm, i like my dessert warm and sweet, how'd you know?"

The way he says warm and sweet makes you go hot all over. "y-you just looked like the type i guess...m'happy you like it"

"How are you with brownies, little maid?"

"they're good!! i make them all the time here"

He picks his fork back up, grinning, "looks like i found somewhere to empty my wallet then". He winks at you, "you can call me toji, by the way. you should know the name of the guy who's gonna be eating you soon"

eating you?

"Ah, i meant eating from you. my bad"

[elysianslove]

first of all can i just say congrats on the 500 like i'm so happy for you and you absolutely deserve it (huge bear hug :) ) now i had this crazy hcs idea and i immediately thought of you so long story short how would Karasuno , Aoba Johsai and Nekoma react to their sweet manager having powers similar to those of scarlet witch (marvel) or mirajane strauss (fairytail anime) feel free to pick whichever one is easier and thank you so much for indulging my crazy request. love u lots - safiyah <3333

oh my goodness thank you sm for your words here’s a bear hug <3 also also i was literally just thinking just how cool it would be to have like a supernatural au haikyuu thing and then you send me this wow we on some mind reading shit. anyways i really hope you like this. sorry it’s like hq on crack if you want a serious one lemme know hsjkhsk

karasuno high

they lose their shit. 

every single one of them. 

mentally they’re all like 12 (except daichi and mqybe ennoshita) so i definitely think they’d have a very childish reaction to it. 

it’s so endearing though. 

they find out while walking you home one night: it’s very stormy and they just wanted to make sure you get home safe because they worship the ground you walk on. cue like a fucking billboard nearly falling on you and the group of boys and your instincts just kick in and you stop it mid air. 

noya’s still screaming even after everyone’s just gone silent and is gawking at the fact a billboard (or whatever the object is i can’t think rip) is hovering above them. in mid air. because of you. what the fuck? 

daichi’s blood pressure drops he’s like somebody catch me im about to faint wtf is going on. 

you kinda freak and just toss it away and run your way back home, as far away from the boys as possible. 

but alas, you’re their manager, and you have duties to fulfill. so you show up to practice the next morning terrified for your life. 

you’re not really sure why you’re so scared and nervous. you just are? it’s a huge part of who you are and it’d be a big bummer if the most important boys in your life didn’t accept it. 

noya greets you with a really big hug

tanaka’s so loud but what’s new <3 

daichi and suga just come up to you and gently ask if you’re okay because you ran off so quick yesterday

they all act super normal during practice but you can tell

you can tell

they want to ask so many questions they’re gonna explode 

after practice, when coach ukai and takeda leave, and it’s just you, kiyoko, and the boys, it’s s o quiet. you would hear a pin drop. 

you just sigh and go “you can ask” 

your poor eardrums </3 

they’re so fascinated by everything you say 

kiyoko’s like “i had a hunch” like how do u have a hunch about something like this anyways what a queen

noya’s like “make me fly” 

and tsukki in the back “drop him on his ass pls” 

they definitely make you do so many things for them with it 

cleaning duty is now on you because hello !! you can move things with your mind !! 

kags doesn’t get it. he’s like. ok? and ? i can set volleyballs perfectly, hinata can jump really high despite his height, she can move things with her mind? so what? 

i love him 

they’re also crazy good at keeping it a secret? 

not hinata tho he slips up so often like thank god the secret isn’t realistic or believable

he’ll be like “oh yeah? well our manager can move things with her mind!” 

and suga just has to usher him away with a pained smile like “yeah she’s so incredible haha” while doing that thing moms do where they squeeze or pinch your shoulder if they’re mad at you in public 

it feels like a weight lifted off your shoulders when they find out because the closer you grew to these boys, the more they felt like family to you.

aoba johsai

my favorite team 

i hc makki as someone that smokes weed. pls don’t try to convince me otherwise. look at him. he’s a pothead <3 

this is going somewhere i swear.

so you’re a 3rd year manager, meaning you’ve been with these boys a while now, specifically the third years of the team, so y’all are pretty close. 

how they find out: it’s like 3am on a weekend, the seijoh 4 and some of the second years. you’d baked a cake with like all of them all at once in the kitchen, so it was now a mess, so you’re attempting to clean it up as fast as you can the way you know best — with your hands and your mind. makki walks in, high as shit, sees this and just. 

“damn must be the weed.” 

you don’t hear him. so. uh oh. 

he was probably sent there by iwa to get water or something, so iwaizumi walks in and just yells so loud “what the fuck!” 

it’s like they’re all summoned by this. they eventually all pile into the kitchen and you’re literally just frozen in fear with pots and pans and utensils and specks of flour hovering by you. and then you maintain eye contact with iwa as you lift one hand and direct the pans into a cupboard and slowly shut it. 

“so it’s not the weed?” 

they honestly. don’t act any different tbh 

it’s like an added feature of yours that they appreciate. 

oikawa asks you to read his mind to test if what happened that night was real and you just lift him up from off his seat. 

“i asked you to read my mind tho hm” 

yeah mind reading is just a regular thing now. they will slyly ask you to read the other team’s minds during a match and you’re like no that’s cheating. but you do. and you subtlety give them advice. like “hm i wonder if that team’s gonna do this specific attack” 

also oikawa asks (read:begs) u to like help them make it through to nationals

you say “will it feel like a true accomplishment if i do?” 

shuts his pretty face up <3 

they also make you like. toss volleyballs to them. but with your mind. multiple of them. they take it as some stupid challenge idk these boys are dumb i love them 

they also love throwing things at. YOU. LIKE WTF? 

like haha dodgeball but it’s a group of 6’0+ athletes against just. you. 

sounds fair 

they also become insanely protective of you after they find out. idk how that clicks w them but. yes. 

especially mattsun and iwa ? like men. relax.

anyways they would abuse the shit out of your powers genuinely but it’s okay it’s out of love <3

nekoma high

they. they’re idiots. all of them. 

kuroo would probably be like but scientifically ! this makes zero sense 

omg kenma would lose his MIND. 

HES A GAMER BRUH 

HED BE OBSESSED W YOU.

but lowkey bc none of that simp shit </3 

ooou okay so you’re at a training camp and they sneak you in with them so you guys can play truth or dare 

bc yk. you’re kids. 

and y’all are going around and you just pick truth and someone asks what’s the biggest secret you’ve ever kept from us and they expect some dirty shit they’re nasty smh 

and then you straight up go “i can move things w my mind” 

and theyre like ok miss stop playin fr 

keep in mind it’s dark as hell in the dormitory and eerily quiet and you shift one of the chairs in there, and it squeaks loudly

yamamoto jumps and looks at you w so much fear in his eyes. “that wasn’t you” 

“bet?” 

and then suddenly all chairs are moving all at once and yamamato deadass screams 

kuroo’s shrugging like. “it’s just the wind,” like ur not in a closed off room w all the windows shut whatever u say sir <3 

lev’s like

gone into shock. seriously someone go get him water or something. 

when morning comes they’re all like hella scared to approach you except kenma and kuroo bc kenma— is in awe. kuroo — does not believe it. 

you’re kinda :( that they’re scared of you and you approach them after the day is over and just apologize, and tell them you didn’t mean to scare them and that you’d never hurt them or even consider it. 

they do a 180 bruh they just all go “awwwwww” and suffocate you in a group hug so you shove them all off for good measure lmao 

kuroo still doesn’t believe it until you save his ass in broad daylight and he’s like ok maybe it wasn’t fake so what sue me 

whenever there are training camps where other schools come they beg u to help them prank the boys 

especially bokuto and hinata 

and you do obviously 

it’s hilarious watching them scream as something moves slightly. you never do it that it’s suspicious just enough to be like did that happen or is my mind messing w me rn 

scarlet witch also has the ability to mess w people’s mind in the literal sense and whenever one of the boys pisses you off particularly you just make them see their biggest fear 

kenma asks you to reenact some of his favorite gameplays for him

it’s literally just roleplay and you couldn’t care less someone catches the two of you you’re no pussy you can admit when you’re having fun 

overall a very chaotic reaction 

they don’t treat you any different they’re just like 100x more hyped about who you are. like the fact that you’re their manager is already a blessing and now this !!! 

incredible <3333

[suganovakawa]

i have been holding this idea to myself for an entire MONTH AHAHA but here we are , i’m a big gorl now and i really wanted to share the angst — along with finally starting a blog on tumblr . so yeah ! i’m new , pls be kind to me , i have food 👉🏼👈🏼 i hope you enjoy my first story !

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

TRIGGERS : bits of cursing here n there , ig ?

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

[ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 .

the beginning of a storm ; why was tooru at seijoh so late ?

word count : 1.9k .

saudade masterlist.

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀"tooru? i've tried calling you for almost an hour now... what are you still doing here?" the janitor had allowed you an entrance inside seijoh, your light jacket pressed against your body as you scuffled through the gym doors, your tongue clicking as you eyed a certain brunette captain serving his god-knows-how-many time of deadly top-spin serves.

⠀his eyes darted in your direction the moment your voice filled the echoey gym walls, your concerned tone ringing back and forth as his brown irises glared at you through narrow eyelids. a nervous lump grew in your throat, your stomach understanding the regret in the decision you made. oikawa was in one of his moods again; you should've known better than to barge in during his serving practice.

⠀still, even with your boyfriend acting the way he was - without saying a single word - there was no use in just leaving aoba johsai as quickly as you arrived. you came to check on tooru, and that was exactly what you were going to do. "it's late, tooru. we still have school tomorrow! you need your rest, please give yourself a break, it'll do more harm than good for you."

⠀"you say that every time, y/n." oikawa rolled his eyes as he bent down to grab a nearby volleyball rolling at his feet, palming it in his right hand and pointing it at the net. his focus was intent - you knew exactly what he was doing. for the past couple of weeks, the captain focused his practice on serving, locking in and applying all of his power to one spot on the court only. it was a feat not many could accomplish, but tooru was scarily coming close to mastering such a challenge. it required extra practice, of course, but certainly not to this extent.

⠀"as your girlfriend and as the manager of the aoba johsai volleyball team, i'm worried about you, you know?" taking a deep, brave breath, you stepped further into the gym, your footsteps creating more echoes for the two of you to listen to as you approached the sweat-covered third year, who had paused his serving practice to watch you come to him. his lips were pursed - and not in a way that sent your heart aflutter. oikawa hated when you disturbed him and tried talking him out of practicing; he'd give any reason and excuse to avoid it.

⠀"just one more serve, alright? then you can drag me out, whatever. i don't really want to listen to your self-health lectures right now." his free hand rested on his hips, the volleyball now resting between his waist and underneath his arm, interrupting you as your mouth opened to say something more. you had grown accustomed to tooru's mood swings as time went on; he didn't mean much by it, and you understood his position. his passion towards the sport was what originally captivated you towards the captain in the first place. you weren't exactly part of his fanclub, per se, but you sure as hell were close enough as a member. the only difference between you and the other girls was that you were lucky enough to snag the job as the volleyball club manager.

⠀"one serve, tooru." your arms crossed as you bit back his nasty glare with one of your own. most of the time, it worked. "push your luck and i'll call iwaizumi here to drag you out of the gym himself." you and hajime were always a tag team whenever it came to putting an iron fist down on tooru, though the stubborn male usually only listened to iwa, since he was the one who packed a nasty punch. oikawa did listen to you occasionally, just not as much as you would've liked.

⠀he rolled his eyes and turned away from you in place of a reply, holding the ball out in front of him. he was silent, and so were you. this was his routine for practice, all of his dirty talk could wait for the matches. you moved to his sports bag, sighing to yourself as you saw his cellphone plopped on top of his club jacket like a cherry on top. he must've had his ringer off, which would explain why he didn't pick up any of your calls. crossing your arms lightly over your chest, you watched with intent eyes as your boyfriend tossed his ball into the air, his gaze directly focused on nothing else but the flying object. he began his standard approach, your breath held as the gym exploded with the sound of his palm coming in contact with the volleyball. your eyes could hardly follow its path; you blinked once, and the ball was already bouncing against the wall.

⠀"damn, another fluke." you were about to compliment tooru's killer serve before you listened to him reprimand himself - you could tell this wasn't the first time he scolded himself for a mistake only he could identify. you noticed him walking to grab another ball, but you ran out to him, kicking his targeted ball out of reach before looking up at him and pressing a finger to his chest lightly.

⠀"enough, tooru. you promised me only one more serve. you've done that already, pack up so we can leave already. you have tomorrow to continue."

⠀"what the hell, y/n? i was just going to-"

⠀you knew him way too well to believe his next lie. "don't even try and say you were going to start picking up volleyballs. i see that look in your eyes, as clear as a cloudless day. you were intent on serving again, tooru; you can't lie to me. you-"

⠀"could you just stop already? who are you, my mother?" he clenched his jaw as he swatted your finger away from his chest, storming away from you as he bent down to pick up another ball, just right behind the boundary line. "i know you care, y/n. you make that very clear. but i can take care of myself, okay? just go home."

⠀"tooru-"

⠀"go, y/n."

⠀oh hell no you weren't.

⠀not without him leaving too.

⠀you turned the corner and pretended to leave seijoh, your face faking its exasperation. leaning against the wall right outside of the gym doors, you reached into your front pocket, your phone warm in your hand. unlocking the screen and searching through your contacts, you tapped the call button for the one person that had the ability to drag oikawa out of the gymnasium.

⠀"hello?"

⠀"iwa! thank goodness you answered."

⠀"it's so late, y/n. do you need help burying a body or something?"

⠀"i wish. i hope this isn't too much to ask, but could you please come to seijoh? tooru refuses to stop practicing, and he won't listen to me."

⠀"god, again?" a sigh could be heard from the other line. "yeah, i'll be right there. open the door for me, will you?"

⠀"thank you so much, iwa. i'll be at the door."

⠀you hung up the call, your eyes gazing at the doors as you waited for your friend to appear. you bit down on the side of your cheek and listened to every sound of contact tooru made with every serve. nothing could get him out of his moods - at least, not anything verbal. you'd need physical force to actually get him to step out of the gym doors. hence, why you needed hajime here.

⠀you heard a knock at the door a few minutes later, and you just about sprinted, a gracious smile stretched upon your lips as you allowed iwaizumi into the school. he looked like he rolled out of bed, his mouth in his natrual scowl. when his eyes laid upon you, his glare softened when he looked at your smile. "alright, where is he?"

⠀"in the gym, where he always is."

⠀"allow me." rolling up his own sleeves, the spiky-haired ace marched through the gym doors with you in line behind him, peering over him to look at oikawa's face the moment he was in the setter's line of vision.

⠀"oh, it's iwa. i'm not surprised, y/n is too stubborn to listen to me."

⠀"you're one to talk, shittykawa. don't you know what time it is?" taking out his phone and shaking it to make a point, he wasted no time in walking towards the brunette. you were nervous; usually oikawa would falter at the sight of hajime alone, but tonight seemed to be different. instead of giving in, he merely gave his new company a dirty glare. "go home already. it's late, we have school tomorrow, and the playoffs are soon. you're just going to tire yourself out, and i'll beat your ass if we don't face the other teams at our best." he then chuckled. "i've pulled you out of here myself multiple times, don't think i won't do it again."

⠀oikawa turned his icy stare at you, before glancing back at hajime with a bored yawn. "fine, fine," he retorted, throwing his calloused hands up in mock surrender, "you win, y/n. happy? i'm leaving the gym now, so don't be any more pushy than you have been tonight. it's giving me a headache."

⠀those words hurt more than you thought they would, tooru antagonizing the fact that you were only trying to care for him. your eyes rested at your feet, letting your hair rest in front of your face as you listened to tooru's volleyball shoes walk across the gym. you could hear iwa's as well; the two of them were picking up the volleyballs around the court, but your legs were in no position to help, not with how fragile they felt.

⠀you looked up on time to see oikawa slinging his bag over his shoulder, his nasty little glare plastered all over his face as he began to walk out of the gym. "goodnight," was the only thing he muttered as he brushed against your shoulder with his own on his way out. your head whirled around as you watched your boyfriend walk away without another word. you didn't have it in you to reply.

⠀"are you sure you two are in a relationship?" you jumped at iwa's voice, just noticing him standing beside you. "he didn't even bother asking to drive you home. some boyfriend he is."

⠀"ah, don't be like that, iwa." you forced yourself to laugh at the situation in a desperate attempt to make light of it, but the effort was futile, and utterly pathetic. "tooru's a good boyfriend! he just gets in his moods sometimes, but it happens to the best of us. nothing i can't handle. after a good night's rest, i'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."

⠀"i hope you're right." he turned to face you, peering down at you before placing both of his hands in his pockets. "do you need a ride home? i know you live close by, but it's gotten colder now, and we can't have our manager catching a cold on us."

⠀this time a real laugh left your system, shrugging your shoulders as you looked to the outside, before back at hajime. he looked pretty serious, despite looking fatigued. "are you sure, iwa? i don't want to bother you with it."

⠀"nonsense." he shook his head. "since your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you, i'll just drive you home tonight. okay?"

⠀your heart dropped at his words.

⠀your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you.

⠀"... yeah, okay."

a / n : JFJSJFJFJF i wrote just a wee bit much , usually i’ll aim for around 1k , maybe a lil less on lazy days . anywho ! ty for reading , i hope you enjoyed part one 🥺

[femmedionysus]

sorry if this is super weird pls feel free to delete this if you want but i just wanted to say as a bi/pan (w/e idk what term ppl use at this point for me) wlw it meant a lot to hear someone who’s a lesbian say i am in fact allowed to call myself butch. i’ve always had more in common with butch lesbians than anything else to the point where when i wrote a coming out post about also being transmasc (gender’s complicated i won’t get deep in it here) one older butch lesbian i knew commented like “oh yeah!!! i feel the same way!!!”

but then like i go online and my peers are like. “if you’re not a lesbian and you call yourself butch i don’t trust you” and just a lot of really,,, painful shit. it just always felt like i wasn’t allowed to be openly myself even among people i called friends bc i wasn’t queer Enough, somehow.

and yeah idk i’m sorry i know this is a lot over just a really really small comment you added to a short reblog but it really meant a lot to read so thank you, sorry to bother you, i’ll be on my way now kfnfkff take care!!

oh, hey, no bother at all & in fact I’m really glad you took the time to tell me this!! I hope you know this but just in case: bi butches are no less butch than butch lesbians, being butch is about so much more than just if you’re Only Ever 100% Attracted To Women Only. (& same for bi femmes!)

I’m so sorry that you’ve heard that kind of nastiness from people you call friends. biphobia is ugly & I hope you find people who love & support you, I promise most lesbians (at least, the ones who are worth spending any time with) are not biphobic & will recognize that bi butches & femmes are our siblings & should be cherished!! (also, about the gender stuff: that’s also super common, & I’m glad there was an older butch who validated that for you!)

I recommend this to basically everyone on this topic but if you haven’t yet, check the content warnings first but absolutely read stone butch blues. there have always been butches & femmes who are bi, & lesbians, & transmascs, & transfems. the diversity is part of what makes those identities so meaningful.

thanks so much for stopping by to tell me this 🥺 I hope you have a wonderful day, & I am sending you a kiss on the cheek!

[yandere-sins]

This sounds weird but can I get like...yandere!demons sharing a angel s/o?

Thanks for requesting ^-^The idea is grand, but next time, if you have some idea for a plot to go along with your request, don’t hesitate to add it! This time I had help from @aquariumghostsong (pls check her out for amazing art!) in our discord server for plotting!

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Even when they groaned, their voice was still the most angelic thing a demon could expect from something so pure as the angel was. They lifted their head hesitantly, blinking a few times as they regained their many, many senses. Instinctively, their wings spread out, every feather vibrating under the strain - well, at least, every feather on their right wing did.

“What…?” they muttered, giving themselves a glance over their left shoulder before even realizing where they were. There should have been the left wing of their ensemble, only a blackened, skeletal bone was poking forward, nothing left of the once so glorious wing. Instantly, their expression fell into one of irritation and panic, as the burn set back in while they flapped it a few times.

Their wail was indescribable, something not many creatures were able to ever experience in their lifetime. For an angel to feel anything but pure bliss and not fall into impurity wasn’t a daily occurrence anywhere, so for them to feel the pain and pity of losing their wing was a grand deal to anyone who could hear.

“Oh, look what you did!”

The scold came from the devil approaching, hearing their beloved’s cries, though it wasn’t directed at them. Demons weren’t pleasant to look at, but they didn’t scare an angel, not even the lowest of them. Their cries stopped, even if little, silvery tears dropped off their corners of their eyes still. With the attention now on the two figures approaching, the angel didn’t hesitate to wrinkle their nose, while their eyes followed the two ghastly demons with every step. They seemed familiar to the angel, but they couldn’t be sure where they had seen them. After all, there were a lot of demons everywhere, aside from heaven.

“What did you do?” they asked, horrified, and the first demon gave them a saddened look while the other just shrugged, kicking something on the floor far across the land that spread out around them. “He overdid it,” the one who had already spoken explained.

“I did not,” the other denied calmly, still not looking at the angel. “In my opinion, the other one should be gone too.”

“Don’t you dare,” the demon spoke before the angel could even retort themselves.

“How could you even say that?” they spluttered, the still present feathers ruffling up in agitation. “Where am I even? What happened?! Answer me!”

The two demons gave each other a side-glance, the rougher one huffing under the scolding glare his partner gave him. “Excuse my brother, your Excellency,” he cooed, reaching out to the angel to hoist them up by the arm. But the angel denied, brushing away his hands, which earned them only a twitch in the demon’s eyes, the corners of their mouth sinking.

“Answer my questions!” they demanded, stumbling to their feet on their own with their remaining wing trying to balance them out helplessly. While they still looked godly in a sense, with only one wing remaining and their garments dirtied by mostly ash and grime, they looked more like an imposter of angels, than a real one.

“Well, you’re in…” the nicer brother mumbled, gesturing around them as he tried to describe their situation prettier than it was.

“Hell,” his brother croaked, clenching his teeth and kicking his feet continuously into nothingness.

“Yes, hell,” the first one hissed, sending a nasty look towards his partner.

“And why? How did this happen?” the angel asked, gesturing expectantly to their missing wing.

“We hit you with a ball of hellfire-”

“HE hit you with a ball of hellfire, I would never do that to you, Darling.”

The angel’s expression changed from a surprised jaw hanging open, to a disgusted look, up to a glare as if they were ready to freeze hell over any second now. “That’s cold,” the nicer demon shuddered, fake playing his expression of remorse. “We only wanted to spend more time with you.”

“That’s why you burned off my wing?! How am I supposed to get back to heaven with this? It took decades to grow them that big, to climb the hierarchy, to–”

“Well, you’re not going back!” he announced, coming up to the angel’s shoulder and placing his hand on it. With the other, he firmly wrapped his claw-like fingers around the missing wing, making the angel wince in pain. “You’re not meant for those stuck-ups, you pretty thing! I still remember the look you gave us back at the routine control yesterday.”

His brother only strolled along, keeping a good armlength of distance to his brother, but that didn’t stop him from comments. “Those guys up above always pretend to be holy and good, but it was super obvious you didn’t belong to them.”

“W-Why? Of course I belong to my sisters and brothers!” they croaked, trying to tear away from the demon’s touch even though their grasp on them remained steady.

“Bullshit, you wouldn’t have smiled at us like that then,” the brother snorted, gaining an approving nod from the demon closest to the angel. “We understand you’d call out to us like that in secrecy. It must be awful up there, isn’t it? We get you, don’t you worry~”

“I did no such thing- Let go!” Pushing the demon away, they finally let go, managing to bring the angel to fall right back to the ground from the force. A few loose, stressed feathers managed to flutter through the air until they eventually disintegrated due to having lost its host, except for one which got caught in the demons clawed hands, who immediately brought it up to his nose to take a deep breath. “Fuck, that’s it,” he simply mused before handing it to his brother.

“You’re a bunch of weirdos! I just smiled because I’m polite! Because I didn’t want to believe every demon is naturally bad, and shouldn’t be respected, but you just proved me wrong! Fine then, I’ll get back to heaven even without your help, you’ll see!”

The angel tried to get back up again with the help of their hands, but when they lowered their head for a second, they got caught off-guard by a foot ramming into their shoulder, breaking them down to the floor. “It’s fine. You can’t admit yet to what you really want, no angel can. You want to be here with us, be free of all those burdens that the old man puts on you. We’ll take care of you, and I promise you: You’ll have one hell of a time,” he giggled, motioning for his hesitating brother to step closer.

“You were right,” he admitted, the eyes of his brother’s sparking up in proud confidence. “It got to go. We have to help the angel realize how much they need us.”

“Fine with me! But this time no fire,” the rougher devil grinned, cracking his elongated fingers as the angel groaned under his brother’s foot.

“Tearing out the other wing will leave much better memories than to just burn them off.”

[vinylhazza]

can u pls write something with dirty talk and facefucking for grayson 🥺🥺

*screaming DEVILISH by chase atlantic*

“holy shit she worshiping my dick like it’s the holy father”

i’m not saying grayson loves to hear you choking on his dick but he for sure loves to hear you choking on his dick.

most of the time, gray can handle your attitude and snarky remarks. you being a brat was something he’s used to by now. but he will admit that some days - he would like nothing more than to shut that pretty little mouth up in any way he can. sexual or not. and today must have been one of those days.

you wouldn’t stop. it was a constant picking, picking, picking at his nerves. at first he thought that maybe he did something to upset you, and tried to understand that you get a bit petty when you’re upset. but after a while, he realized that...you were fucking being mean on purpose. because you know what comes after if you get him too upset. and you loved it. you craved for him to grab you by your neck and pull you into him, lips hovering over yours, mumbling a little “seems to me you’re having a little attitude problem today.”

and you would grin. an evil little grin that lets him know that yes: this is exactly what you want. to be punished. have you put in your place in the crudest way - that way being his dick slamming down your throat. 

“i’m not doing anything,” you stutter, clenching at the feeling of his large hand wrapped lightly around your thought. just the right pressure to constrict your air but have you drooling.

“don’t act so clueless. like you haven’t been a cunt to me all fucking day on purpose,” he snaps, staring at you hard in the eyes, irises blown out and black. like a demon. like he hates you. like he wants to ruin you. he doesn’t want you to ever get it twisted and think you can disrespect him and get away with it.

“w-well i-“ you try and backtrack, not knowing if getting him so pissed off was a good idea.

“you what? you got caught? i don’t want to hear it. in the living room, on your back, on the couch, shirt off, now. that’s not a request,” he orders, mocking you before shoving you back gently by your neck in the direction of the living room. when he lets go you take a deep breath, hanging your head a bit as you walk shamefully from the kitchen, an excited bubble forming in your tummy. he’s so mad, you think.

you know it’s wrong to make him mad on purpose, that it’s fucked up and wrong, but your body craves that rough fuck type of night. and if getting him enraged was the way to get what you wanted, then you honestly didn’t feel that bad.

tugging the plain black tee off of your torso on the way to the couch was the best feeling in the world. because that meant it was finally time for your dirty little mouth to be silenced. you knew what he planned on doing, that’s why has specifically not requested your pants be removed as well. because this isn’t about you. this is about him fucking that nasty attitude straight off your tongue. he didn’t want you getting any bright ideas that you could touch yourself, think about touching yourself, or expect him to fuck you into the early morning hours. a punishment is just that.

laying down on the plush cushion of the couch, head hanging just slightly over the edge, legs thrown over the back, your nipples hard and perky, hands needy for something to grab onto - you lick your ruby lips and wait for grayson to enter the living room and find you being a good girl for the first time all day. and when he does stalk through the doorway from the kitchen, he’s bare and hard as can be. you gasp audibly, a loud sound that shoots through the room. you forget sometimes when you aren’t both in a desperate, hot, blind lust, ‘let me get you in me now’ type of moment - that grayson was hung like a horse. and it shocks the daylights out of you so quickly, you don’t recall him walking so close until his tip is smoothing over your bottom lip.

he’s holding himself loosely, hair flopping in front of his face from looking down at your eyes that constantly seduce him, tapping his tip at your lips, slick and smooth and he’s already so fucking excited and pissed off that he’s leaking precum. just a small amount that leaks from his tip, close enough for you to taste. he jerks when your tongue peaks from between your lips to lick the creamy liquid off of his member, suckling just a bit on the reddened tip before popping free a second later.

“want you,” you whine, reaching up and pushing on the back of his inked thighs, giving him a squeeze to try and convince him to just let you have him already - ruin your throat and make you regret ever being a brat to him. but he tenses and you know better than to keep pushing.

“yeah? how bad?” he teases, taking a step back away from your hands, grinning when you lick at your lips once again, the taste of him lingering. such a desperate little slut. always so ready for his cock, willing to make him angry just to have him punish you.

“really bad g,” you simper, sticking your tongue out to show him just how much. instead of his cock landing on your tongue, you feel the subtle roughness of his thumb, smoothing over your tongue slowly. taking what you can get, you suck on it for just a moment before he removes his hand to grip himself again.

“my little bitch wants my cock in her mouth bad huh?” he continues to mock you, slipping himself in your mouth for a split second before pulling right back out, ignoring how good your tongue stroked him on the way out of your warm mouth for the time being. so fucking good.

staring down at your tits begging to be played with, he’s reaching forward to tug at one of your nipples, slapping your cheek in the process. even if you flinch, he knows you love the pain. but you still haven’t answered.

“answer me when i ask you a question.”

“yes i want your c-cock please let me have it,” you whine, reaching your hands out in a grabbing motion that on any other occasion he would find adorable, but not after being irritated with you all day. especially not with the way his dick twitched at your tiny little voice, tongue poking back out in an attempt to suck him back in.

“better make it worth my while,” is all he grunts before snapping his hips forward and burying all of his length in your throat, groaning at the warmth of your mouth and the slickness of your tongue sliding over him, “all that attitude earlier. pissing me the fuck of. better take all of me and like it.”

he throws his head back with the feeling of your cheeks suctioning around him, throat constructing, your gagging sounds muffled from him sinking in repeatedly. he’s got your head in his hands, fists wrapped up in your hair, holding you steady while he rocks forward. you’re doing the best that you can with what little air and brains you have at that point, moaning from the way he’s using you like the little toy you are.

“this what you wanted, y/n? wanted me to shut that mouth up?” grayson laughs, knowing you can’t answer. not with the tears and mascara that have made their way down your face, your thighs rubbing together, nails digging into his thighs (he’s gonna love those little crescent moon marks later), spit making a squelching sound every time he sinks all the way to his hilt - your chin pressed against his skin. you look dirty, used, sorry, and he loves it.

his thrusts quickly become frantic, fast and erratic, balls hitting your nose, tip ramming the back of your throat, tongue still smoothing over him with every push and pull. he’s absolutely spent, but he won’t stop until he’s sure you understand he does not play the disrespect game. and fuck - you feel so good. so wet and slippery as he continues to dip into his own pool of sin for the day.

“fuck yeah baby, fuck you like that don’t you? feel me all the way down your filthy throat. gonna cum gonna cum-“

your shaky hands tap a few times at the skin of his thighs, on a cloud of who knows what - desperation? lust? guilt? you don’t know. you just know you want to feel him let down right in your mouth. wanna taste all of him and show him how sorry you are, even if the hoarseness of your voice will prove just how sorry you are tomorrow.

and when he does let go, he screams a big “dammit” while shooting his load right in your mouth like you were hoping. you feel for a moment as if it might never stop, it’s definitely the most he’s ever released in your mouth. he rocks through his orgasm, hips moving forward slowly, your lips still wrapped around him tight and you make sure to keep sucking the entire duration - you wouldn’t dare let a drop go to waste.

he’s leaning down and gripping your chin, looking directly into your innocent “come kiss me” eyes, glaring at you for just a moment longer before he’s growling lowly, “don’t be fucking mean to me. understood?”

and you bet your ass you’re nodding your head like a good little girl, pucckering your lips for a kiss, heart melting at the way his eyes flicker from your tired eyes to your rosy lips before he leans in to seal his lips to yours. you sink into the kiss the best that you can with him being upside down. you just take your time to explore his lips and appreciate the softness of them before reaching up to cradle his face, batting your eyes lashes at him in the most innocent way you can muster.

“i’m sorry for being mean to you, honey,” you mumble, kissing him from his nose, to both his cheeks, and finally one last peck on the lips.

he smiles at that, softening up for you just like he always does. he can’t stay too mad for long.

“you’re forgiven angel, now get up we have food waiting in the kitchen that’s probably getting cold by now and your fine ass needs to eat.”