#white crystals and red hairs

[dinosaurwithablog]

It's harvest time!!! I love the smell of pot plants. They smell sooooooo good. I don't smoke pot anymore, but it's fun to grow it and make it into hash and hash oil. It's a very rewarding thing to see them grow big buds. And my friends enjoy the results very much. 😍😊💚💚💚 these need to be trimmed, and then they'll look spectacular. There's a lot of white crystals and red hairs on them that's hard to see because they're not trimmed yet. I get sticky fingers when I handle them. I love that. Sticky fingers is a great Stones album and a great tasting treat. 😋😍🤗

[romancemedia]

Anime Dances

[bebemoon]

look for the name SUNISA (requested by anonymous) | eithne padraignin ni bhraonain sweater and shorts set, anna sui multi-tassel beanie (s/s 1994), tommy hilfiger small colorblock backpack (c. 199o's), caroline hu for adidas samba "reverie" sneakers in satin black, medusa's heirlooms crystal snap clip set in gold

[ai-satin-chic]

"You don't need me to read my crystal ball sweetie. Everyone knows your future already".

[fuckyeahstimboards]

Onica Stimboard!

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[social-mockingbird]

in the name of the moon...something something...whatever

(an Obiyuki Sailor Moon AU) 

my second written obiyuki bingo entry! please forgive the mad cheesiness, I do really appreciate sailor moon but I find it mad cheesy. also the idea of obi wearing sparkly shorts was too funny to not use. enjoy!

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Obi stared at the glossy black cat sitting on his bed and started to laugh. 

He couldn’t help it. Then he looked down at himself and laughed even harder. By the time Luna could get him to calm down, calling his name in an increasingly exasperated tone, Obi was lying on the floor like a star, chest heaving with suppressed chuckles.

“This is serious,” said the cat, tail flicking with annoyance. “The magic I’ve bestowed upon you is not to be taken lightly! You are destined to save Earth from the forces of evil, Obi, and I’d like it if you had a little more gravity.”

“Okay.” Obi crossed his legs and sat up, folding his hands primly. “Consider me grave as a full moon. But you’ve got to admit, Luna, the outfit is ridiculous.”

Luna humphed. “The Moon Guardian outfit has been passed down through generations—”

“Of women, obviously, because there are too many sparkles on here for my comfort—”

“The moon shines brightly in the night sky and the guardian reflects that light—”

“The moon also goes in phases; can’t I be more of a new-moon sort of guardian? I’m more of a stealth sort of guy.” Obi raised his hands, pretending to creep. The effect was very much ruined by the white sailor shirt and shiny blue shorts.

Luna sighed. “We can talk about the outfit. But listen to me first. Your first quest will be to find your fellow Sailor Guardians. They are the guardians of other celestial bodies and will help you in your ultimate journey.”

Obi was doing his best not to yawn. “Ultimate journey?”

Luna’s eyes sparkled. “You are to find the legendary artifact, the Silver Crystal. With its supreme power—and the combined power of the Sailor Guardians—you will be able to defeat the forces of evil once and for all, and bring balance to the universe.”

“Um…Luna, look, I hear what you’re saying, but I’m really not the saving-the-world type…”

“Which is why you’ll need my training,” Luna continued patiently. “This is your destiny, Obi.”

Obi looked down at his sparkling uniform, unconvinced.

“Okay. So—I just need to find other…Sailor Guardians…and then the Crystal?”

“Yes. So you’ll do it?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No!” Luna clapped her paws. “Also, you’re late for school.”

“Why,” Obi whined, leaping to his feet. “You knew.”

“The more you complain, the later you’ll be!”

Obi prayed to the god of sparkly princess powers to do some very nasty things to Luna as he threw a hoodie over the sailor shirt and skidded out the door. Apparently the ability to run in platforms came free with the new guardianship.

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Obi was grateful that the magic clothes had faded halfway on the way to school, especially since the platforms were hurting his feet. There had been no sign of Luna during the day, and while he hadn’t really been looking, no sign of any Sailor Guardians, either.

Are they going to be classmates or something?

There had been a very tall boy with turquoise hair who’d stared at him for the entirety of second period, but he’d chalked that up to boredom.

There had also been that absolutely enchanting red-haired girl he'd nearly knocked over on his way to school who had accepted his eight apologies with the most adorable smile he'd ever seen, and smelled like flowers, and had the nicest hands, and he needed to get a life.

The pin Luna had given him rested securely in the inside pocket of his hoodie and had stayed cool all day, despite being up against his skin. School was now over and he’d holed up in his favorite tea shop with the massive pile of homework he’d accumulated. Jasmine tea steamed comfortingly in the cup to his right and a massive anpan sat next to it. Obi was reaching for the sweet bun, ready to sink his teeth into it, and then the entire tea shop exploded outward and Obi found himself flailing through the air, surrounded by shards of broken glass. He landed unhurt several feet away from the smoking scene and got to his feet, blinking in shock. There was a gaping hole in the side of the tea shop and despite the commotion no one was running to help, or screaming? In fact, the entirety of the street was empty.

It was then that Obi remembered there was a parade in the town square and they’d blocked off this road. That explained the distinct lack of people on the street when he’d walked over after school. And the cheering, music, and shouting from two streets over. There was no way anyone had heard anything over the celebration.

Obi thought that was weirdly convenient of the universe.

From the wreckage of the shop stepped a beautiful lady with short reddish hair, holding her hands at her sides in a dramatic sort of supervillain pose. She’d been behind the counter about five minutes ago and the more Obi looked at her, the less human she became. The last time he’d checked women didn’t have bulging yellow eyes and lizard-like skin on the daily.

“Moon Guardian,” she hissed, “I am Jadeite. We meet at last.”

Obi shuffled into a weak sort of fighting pose, raising his fists, more confused than anything else. He was okay with fighting as a whole and figured this was a kind of boss fight, since he’d just been declared savior of the universe (or whatever) but he hadn’t expected anything this soon. He hadn’t even had a mastering-his-powers montage yet. Had Luna even mentioned any sort of training?

“Yeah, that’s—me. Unfortunately. You’ve heard of me? I just got the job this morning.”

Jadeite laughed, the sound like dark water over sharp rocks. “You are funny, little guardian.” Then her hands started to glow a menacing green. “Too bad I have to kill you.”

Obi would have laughed if that green energy didn’t look so deadly. The brooch tucked into his jacket began to burn, so he took it out, holding it in his palm. It was also glowing.

“Obi!”

Luna was behind him, perched on a wall.

“What?” Obi held up the brooch. “Is this you?”

“Excuse me,” said Jadeite, dropping her hands a little. “I’m on the clock.”

“You have to transform!” Luna pointed a paw at the brooch.

“Okay, fine. You did it last time. Go ahead.”

“No, it has to be you! You have to yell Moon Prism Power, Makeup! That’s your transformation phrase!”

“Okay, are you serious? How long has it been since you’ve had a male guardian?”

A blast of green energy sang by Obi’s ear, smashing into the wall.

“Moonprismpowermakeup!” Obi screeched.

The brooch hummed, shooting out bursts of white light. Obi felt his feet leave the ground and he began to spin, the way he had in his bedroom earlier that day. But this felt different. More powerful.

It also took about twenty seconds longer.

“I am Handsome Guardian Sailor Moon,” Obi yelled, posed dramatically in the air, hair swirling around his ears.

Jadeite looked a little dumbstruck.

Obi pointed the staff that had magically appeared in his hands at her. “In the name of the Moon,” he intoned, voice echoing, “I will punish you!”

A blast of energy shot from the staff and sent Jadeite spinning backwards about 20 feet, into the rubble of the tea shop. Obi flew after her, laser-focused, and found her smoking body in a heap on top of what used to be the front counter.

He landed, gently, and felt the focus fade from his brain.

“You did it!” Luna leapt atop a turned-over chair, smiling the way cats do. “See? This is your destiny!”

“I guess—I guess so.” Gently, Obi turned the staff over in his hands, examining the moon crest on top of it, the ornate carvings on the handle. He did feel different.

“Seriously, though, I could lose the shorts, I’m getting a wedgie.”

Luna rolled her eyes—then she was pointing behind Obi, screaming something he couldn’t hear because there was a terrible pain in his back and he was skidding across the damaged floor—

Jadeite was a horrible twisted thing, leaning over him, blackened and grinning, hands charging with deadly green—

A single rose hit the floor in front of her feet and stuck.

Jadeite paused, straightened a little, looked up in confusion. Obi, dazed and aching, looked too, towards the entrance of the shop—

Silhouetted in the sunlight stood a lanky figure dressed in a tasteful black suit and flowing cape with red lining. A white mask covered the top half of her face.

She looked utterly calm as she threw another glinting rose, piercing Jadeite in the chest. The monster screamed and collapsed, finally lying still.

Obi blinked, hard.

“What.”

The girl stepped into the rubble, smiling mysteriously at Obi. Her hair was as red as the lining of her cape.

“You did well, Sailor Moon,” she said.

“Um,” Obi muttered intelligently, intoxicated by the sudden scent of flowers. “Who are you?”

“My name is--Tuxedo Mask.” The girl lost a little of her composure when she said the name, like she wasn’t quite used to saying it.

Obi very politely chose not to say no, duh.

“We will meet again.” Lifting her cape, Tuxedo Mask disappeared in a swirl of material.

Obi stared after her.

“Luna, please tell me one of the signs of concussion isn’t seeing pretty girls who throw roses at people.”

“It’s not,” griped Luna, glaring after the girl. “I didn’t like that.”

“Speak for yourself.” It hurt to stand, but Obi managed, despite having to get up on three-inch platforms.

“She can’t be trusted, Obi, weird people who pop in out of nowhere are suspicious!”

“She didn’t seem evil to me. She literally just saved me from being killed.”

“Tuxedo Mask,” mused the cat. “I’ll have to keep an eye out for her.”

“Me too,” said Obi, and he meant it.

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[remma-demma]

What if G’raha had a mental breakdown hair dying session and bleached it all and it turned green and he’s like I FUCKED UP.

I HAVE TO GET NEW CLOTHES TO MATCH. FUCK.

[angelic-stimz]

ellie rose (the henry stickmin collection) stimboard!!

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[alizarddidit]

so many thoughts about the Exarch and cherry blossoms hauauauauauhh

[herfinestblog]

RIDE THAT DICK LIKE A HORSEY !?

𐚁̸ choso, toji, nanami, gojo, geto.

wc:2.6k+

𐚁̸ viewers discretion. sexual content , riding/ cowgirl , reverse cowgirl , slapping , dirty talk , praising , degradation , breeding kink , squirting , nipple play , edging , true form! sukuna , sub choso.

SATORU GOJO

“fuck. keep moving your hips like that.” satoru moaned his eyes rolling back and jaw hung open each time you clench around him. you’re nails digging into his shoulders each time you bounced dirty on his cock. he’s letting out heavy breaths his big hands that rested on your hips grip tightened. his white hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead, cheeks becoming red and chest rising and falling.

your slick coating him perfectly, dripping down his cock and creating a mess.“come on baby just hold it a little longer.” satoru grabbed your breast rolling your buds between his finger before clamping his pink lips around them and starting to suck holding them in his rough palms. his tongue flicking your sensitive buds making you whimper.

“satoru,” your whimpered and whined as you rode him. his cock pulsating inside of you he can feel you slow down fingers digging into his shoulder.

“k-keep going baby, need you to help me come.” his waist twitched your ass dropping down and grinding down on him each time and riding back up to the tip. you’d cry out when satoru jolts underneath you like an inexperienced boy. his big hands rest under the curve of your ass fondling with the flesh and dragging you down on his cock. you weakly grind against his cock

“you’re doing so good, princess.”

rising and dropping your ass, your sticky skin colliding onto his thighs. both are you are painting as you quicken your movements, fucking him quicker than before. he’s grunting by your ear kissing and sucking on your neck. your brain starts to spiral as you’re taking in every thick inch of his fat cock.

satoru legs start to twitch whining as he grows closer to his release clenching his jaw. you’re watching his fucked out face babbling about how good your fucking him as you drop your ass down harder. his adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he desperately whines from you suffocating his cock.

“fuck my cock, baby.”

satoru rocking his waist, both of you of you panting heavily. his hands on your ass clench harder pushing your hips back on him your thrust getting sloppy you buried your face between his neck and rode him. tears crystallized your eyes babbling uncontrollably.

your knees buckle as you cum around him feeling your body go limp as you fall on top of him drooling on his chest. his bucking up into you using the last bit of strength he has to reach his release. his lips grazing the shell of your ear, grunting by your ear.

“fuckkk, i love you, i fucking love you.”he throws his head back as he cums inside you coating your walls with thick spurts of white his legs trembling from the intensity. satoru holding you close to him as you went limp in his arms.

“you did so good for me baby.” satoru kisses your forehead.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

you can never get over how big toji is. you're still struggling to take his size, never dealing with anyone before with a size as big as his.

"you can take it, pretty girl." toji chuckles scar on his mouth forms into a smirk as you slowly sink onto the pink tip. both hands lay flat on his stomach you claw at his stomach as you accommodate his size. you're already moaning and he's only halfway in. he lands a few spanks on your ass causing you to pout. toji grasped both sides of your hips to sink you entirely on his thick cock—the perfect amount of thickness to ruin you.

"how's it feel?" toji taunts, he squeezes down on your tummy watching how his bulge moves in and out of you. your moaning and clenching around him he growls by your ear when you drop down on his cock. each vein molding your walls that ran down the sides of his cock. continuing to roll your hips and grunting by your ear each time you drop your ass down.

he’s grunting by your ear and swatting your ass toji isn’t too fond of your quietness. "answer me, girl.”

"you feel so m’good." you sniffed your skin roughly colliding together, rippling from each thrust as you dropped down on his bulky thighs. the friction of your clit occasionally brushing against his dark pubes making you moan. your thirst is slowing down and becomes sloppy eventually from the ache in your thighs lazily rocking your hips back and forth. you let out quite gasps grinding down and bucking your hips, toji gives you a sly grin at the pout that falls on your lips.

"need help?" toji green eyes lock in with yours, eyebrows perched up watching you pathetically nod your head eyes filled with need.

“yes—pretty please?”

"tsk. thought you said you could take me, doll. pathetic.”toji chuckled as he kissed your neck and left hickeys—his arms snaking around your waist pulling you closer to his chest unexpectedly bucking his up into you. hitting that spot that made you clench around him snickering when you whined as he snapped his hips, you were so sensitive, your pussy becoming swollen and puffy.

"fuckk toji, i’m close !”

you're turning into a moaning mess on his cock, he pumped you full of his cock. you start to move your hips meeting his thirst, turning into a mess on his cock. your sweet moans and whimpers filling his ears your breathing becoming heavy. “cum on me, baby, go ahead and give it to me.” his eyes were all low and half lidded. toji pecks your lips shoving his tongue into your mouth as you’re moaning into the kiss. toji's arms tightening around your waist felt you tightly clench around him. “such a messy fuckin’ girl.”

your eyes scroll back— you're shaking and creating a mess around his cock the intensity of your orgasm washing over you hard as your body spasms your cum dripping down your thighs making you stutter. making sure you felt every single inch of his swollen cock.

you're lying limp in his arms and letting our weak moans as toji buck into you. he grunts his abs growing tense until his very own release, splattering your walls with his cum. 

KENTO NANAMI

kento loves when you ride him in the morning after you both wake up. he loves watching a pretty girl like you—his wife take control of his cock using it for your own pleasure. teasingly kissing your neck and groping your body.

you steady your hips, aligning yourself with his timid cock beads of precum rolling down his shaft. dick achingly hard and covered in your juices, as you practically drooled on him "slow—go slow, sweetheart, wouldn't want you hurting yourself." his voice slow and smooth kento lets you take your time, he coos, he's laying back caressing your cheek with his thumb watching you sinking down on his cock.

he watched the expression you make when the stretch of his cock brings tears to your eyes your lips forming a cute 'o'. the mean curve of his cock that plunges into you splitting you open. kento kisses your temple, keeping you close he's guiding your hips down on his cock in,you clenched around him swallowing his cock whole.

"kento," you choke up sobs tears you're lifting your hips letting out choked up cries.

"move your hips," letting out a low groan in his throat, throbbing tip nudged at that sweet spot inside you pathetically whining his name. kento rested his hands on your hips digging into your hips when you clenched around him. his blonde locks sticking to his sweaty forehead. "fuck just like that," he smirks watching you getting closer to your orgasm, with seductive eyes. his grip on your hips firm as he moves you motioning your hips in a circular motion.

"okay. ." you whispered you start to move again gyrate your hips and quickening your pace. kento looked at you with love in his eyes, watching your body move with ease with each drop of your hips. he swear he's going to lose it he cursed under his breath, jaw slacking and slipping out a few quite whimpers.

"let me see your face, baby. . . i need to see your face. please " his deep voice ringing in your ear. you're trying to keep your eyes from rolling back. kento loves to watch the cute expressions you make as you fucked yourself dumb on his cock. you place move moaning into his chest you mewl when he spanks you, his hand clasping around your neck pulling your face up eyes with your glossy ones with tears that threaten to spill from the stretch.

"god, baby— you’re killing me,” he chuckles he grabs your hand intertwining his fingers with yours. your hips rolling and grinding your hips on him made kento lose himself. “don’t stop.” you’re slamming yourself down his tip kissing your cervix and your walls clamping against him. a white ring that starts to stick against your skin with each thrust.

“keep lookin’ at me, just like that, my love.” his eyes meet yours as your rutting your hips against him, the repetitive moment made his eyes roll back. “don’t stop.” he’s gripping onto you so tightly he’s shoving you down on his cock and nibbling at your collarbone.

once you feel that too familiar feeling you’re cumming hard on his cock after one last bounce your legs shook vigorously. your sticky cum trickling down his cock made his cock twitches still buried inside of you, holding you close to his body and embracing your warmth.

“o-one more time?”

CHOSO KAMO

"not being fair, baby," choso's eyes rolled back and whined as you edged him rocking your hips slowly. it was torture how much you were teasing him practically cock warming him. the soft roll of you hips weren't enough for his sensitive cock—he needed you to move. god, was his cock sensitive and your walls gripped him tightly weren't helping. he's staring at your face, you're giving him a coquettish grin, "you have to be patient 'cho"

he led out a mere whine from those words passing through your lips. you teasing him like this made his breath hitch. "fuck me baby," choso breathed out chocking up moans, "please?" he's looking at you with low, pleading eyes. you pecked the corner of his mouth, moving to his sharp jawline peppering kisses.

you wrapped your hands around his neck slightly choking him as he let out a soft moan. you stir your hips and grind down on his cock tossing your head back. "hm? you that, baby?”" cockiness dripping from your tongue, you moved his fallen hair away from his face getting a better view of his blush encased face.

you giggled amusingly continuously to tease the poor boy. " baby, please, i need you." you grinding and stuttering your hips down made his cock twitch.

"want me to make you cum, right cho'?"

"yes—" he lets out another moan once you lift your hips bouncing effortlessly on his cock. your soppy walls clamping down on him. "fuck, keep going. You're clenching down on me so tightly." his breathing starting to grow heavy, chest moving up and down. he looked at you with drowsy growing infatuated with you— practically crumbling underneath you. he swears he going to lose it.

his cock starts twitch from the feeling of his your velvet walls molding his cock. "you're doing so good for me, baby." you leaned down, sucking on his neck overstimulating him.

continued the bounce of your hips plopping down on his thighs as both of you gasping once "fu—fuck," choso breathed out waist twitching. his girth making you drool a bit as he stuffed you full.

"do i feel good, choso?" you stammered slowly losing yourself. the tip of his cock kissing against your g-spot. your cocky persona was slowly crumbling— it was no match for choso's girth and lengthy cock that could easily make your tremble. your failing to hide your moans slamming your hips down.

"fuck yes." he watches as your lips part strings of moans falling form your lips. he’s pulling you into a deep kiss smashing his lips on yours as his tongue slithers into your mouth. his clammy hands groping your ass giving the flesh a firm squeeze. your hips were so addictive choso could have you ride him all day letting him bury his cock into your sloppy cunt.

“shit. going to cum, cum with me baby. please.” choso whimpers each time his tip prodded against that spot inside you until you cum on his cock. your drooling all down his cock. his swollen cock throbbed inside you he shoots right inside your gummy walls, spilling his thick cum of you.

SUGURU GETO

"trying to get us caught, baby?" getou coos laying back against the black leather car seats of his car. your legs straddling his thighs as he watched you pull your panties to the side. you're so soaked, cunt glistening with your arousal.

"s-shut up." this was his fault. he just couldn't keep his hands to himself. you were both out trying to have a nice dinner but suguru was so handsy slipping his hands under your dress and whispering dirty things into your ear— he practically begged you to fuck him until you eventually gave in to him. he’s was such a brat.

his cock stood tall, precum dripping from his tip. you align yourself, sinking onto his cock and letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. you were cock warming him trying to get used to the size of his cock before creating a slow pace once you start to move. you gripped his broad shoulders slightly pouncing on top of him.

you both moan in sync, he is memorized by your body above him as your hips move against him. you're so addictive. his breath hitched your pussy gripping him so tightly, your pace is so dangerously slow it makes him let out an unexpected whimper. you felt every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you, your pussy costing his aching cock so lewdly. "you always take my cock so well. heh."

"suguru,” your rising and dropping your ass effortlessly, grinding slow to feel him reach that spot within you, moaning and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. both your bodies starting to be covered with sweat as your bodies stuck together. suguru black locks sticking to his forehead, "open up for me." you open your mouth as he slides his thumb in your mouth, and you sucked on his finger wetting it up.

he took his thumb out of your mouth reaching between your legs where you two connect and started thumbing at your clit. your body jolts against him, clenching around him tighter practically suffocating his cock. “relaxx, baby.” he lets out a raspy chuckle as you threw your head back.

“sugruuu,” your mouth parts forming a ‘o’ eyes rolling back. “gonna cum, sugu.”

“be a good girl for me and hold it in a bit longer, ‘kay?” he choked, the two of you panting heavily. suguru rocks his waist with yours, and the squelching sounds of your pussy became music to his ears.

"so fuckin' wet, baby.” you nearly lose your balance as your clit becomes sensitive. “so wet just for me baby?”

“just for you sugu’." he was making your pussy throb more and more fluttering around him. your waist twitches feeling yourself get closer to your orgasm. your thighs started to burn as you started to rotate your hips in a circular motion. your mind becomes fuzzy as your vision blurs. "oh my godd," you babble.

“let it out baby,” you reach your climax cumming on his cock cum covering his cock and soaking up his thighs, moaning loudly and body falling weak. he’s panting heavily, trickles ropes inside of you.

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i LOVEEEE ur writing !!! can I request a bff gojo x fem reader where gojo starts to get close to another girl n the reader is kinda sad/worried ??? idk i was just thinking about the song dark red by steve lacy and the lyrics “only you my girl,only you babe” IT CAN BE SMUT OR SFW AAA

⋆ slightly angsty but also fluff because of course, we don't believe in sad endings in this house ‹3. jealous reader + oblivious satoru.

 ⋆ I was hearing that song while writing this and hello?!? it's so good like !!! so bff satoru coded waaaah, also thank you for the compliment, sending you many hugs 🩷

I will work on the bff satoru masterlist soon ^^

there have been moments in Satoru’s life when he felt uneasy, although none of those moments were strong enough to stick for more than a couple of hours, much less for a whole week. but you are a mystery.

he’s not certain why you’ve been refusing his hang out invitations, Satoru senses your coldness even through texts, the usual back and forth teasing no longer there, and replaced by a disgusting ‘k.’

Satoru’s phone bounces on the bed for the fifth time in the night, followed by his palms rubbing on his face and the slight tug on his soft, white hair in sheer frustration, you’re messing with his head, making his chest tug, and palms itch. the phone call goes straight to your voice mail, —most likely filled with his pleading voice. the option of visiting you is always present, but the blue eyed is certain your short, black haired roommate is already sick of him, eyes rolling behind the crystal of her glasses as she speaks in that annoyed tone, “i told you she’s not here”.

it’s all lies, Satoru knows it, he is your best friend and has already memorized your schedule by heart, “can you tell her I seriously need to speak to her?” Satoru responds, eyes filled with worry as he leans on your apartment doorframe, attempting to take a peek into the place, but quickly getting his hopes broken by the door smashing right in front of his face. for the nth time.

walking down the memory line didn’t work either, his focus was on the last time you hung out, on how your mood suddenly shifted after Satoru casually met with one of his new colleagues, who happened to be going in the same direction to you both, and her hand was awkwardly eager to be holding onto the white haired’s bicep. but then again, you were not a jealous person, and Satoru made sure to remind you how he’ll never replace your spot as his best friend.

“are you sure you’re alright, sweetheart?” he had asked that night, watching you mindlessly play with the hem of the blanket draped over your laps as you watched a movie, concern etched on his words.

“mhm, just tired” you mumble back, yet your eyes didn’t sparkle like they should, nor did they miss the way his phone rang with a text from the girl you saw earlier.

we should hang out soon ;)

and Satoru was quick to send a ‘sure!’ completely and utterly oblivious of the girl’s flirting.

“want me to leave? so you can take a nap” he says, brows furrowed and eyes locked on your face from above the rim of his dark glasses, he did not want to leave, but your health was more important; although in your ears his suggestion sounded more like a ‘i’ll leave so I can hang out with that girl’ and that bothered you quite a lot.

“yeah,” you’re quick to reply, standing up abruptly and dragging the blanket with you, “see you another time” and that was another lie, since you did not meet with Satoru in the next 3 days.

“fuck” he mutters, staring at the ceiling, strands of messy hair splayed on the pillow, “you’re not that busy... are you?” Satoru asks himself, about to slam his head against the wall.

it’s Sunday and he’s most likely looking like a stalker right now, pacing back and forth in front of your apartment complex, waiting for anything, until the sign comes, your roommate is quick to leave the building, a gym bag and a strange stick-like tool under her arm, and he knows you’re at home, of course he knows.

Satoru is up in three steps, and two knocks on your door. “Maki, did you forget your keys again?” your voice echoes in the room and his heart skips a beat.

“dunno where are yours but you can ta— Satoru...?” you ask, eyes widened slightly at the imposing form of your best friend towering above you.

“mm, i’m glad you still remember my name” he murmurs, attempting to tease but the sight of your tired face burns in his chest, flicking a single hair strand away from your forehead, “can I come in?”

you swallow, “what are you doing here?”

“pfft, can’t I visit my stunning best friend who has been ignoring my calls?”

“i haven’t...” you murmur, drifting your gaze and stepping back to allow him to get in, it was obvious Satoru were not going to leave any time soon, “i’ve been busy”

he snorts, splaying on the couch in your living room with long legs resting on the coffee table, “you’ve been worse and yet at least answer my texts” he taps the seat next to him, expecting for your thighs to brush like you always sit, but instead, your distance hurts.

“tell me what’s wrong”

“nothing’s wrong!” you say, slightly defensive, “i told you i’m busy”

“you were just fine a week ago, but got mad out of nowhere” Satoru speaks softly, squeezing your knee, not realizing the slight tremor running down your spine, “doll, if you’re jealous of—”

you clasp your hand on his mouth, “don’t finish that sentence” and Satoru’s eyes fill with realization, nodding like an obedient child.

“come on, I told you you’re my only best friend, darling” he whispers, sliding his hand from your knee and up your thigh, across your side until it settles on your nape.

“i don’t think what I feel is simple friendly jealousy.” the grip on the back of your neck tightens as soon as the words leave your mouth, breath hitching and eyes widening slight.

there’s a slight twitch in the corner of his lip at your confession, leaning in just briefly, “yeah?” he mutters, attempting —and failing miserably — at concealing a smirk, “are you in love with me?”

“don’t get too cocky” you mumble back, frowning but unable to tear your gaze away from his lips and eyes.

“you just admitted it” he grins brightly, a slight blush adorning his cheeks, brushing his nose across your jaw, “so that was the problem, hm? you’re so cute when you’re jealous”

“Satoru, i swear...” you start, mixed feelings of embarrassment and longing settling in your chest.

he sighs deeply, breath fanning over your skin where Satoru slides his lips across, inhaling your scent deeply, fuck... how much he missed you, “don’t ignore me again...“ he starts, ghost touches now turning into brief kisses on your jawline, trailing up until his lips press on the corner of your mouth and his thumb slides under your bottom lip, long fingers caging the side of your face, “...i like you too...” he breathes, meeting your gaze and flicking to your lips, “i just want you, only you, my girl”

reblog and/or comment if you want me to write the smut for this 🤭🎤

[romancemedia]

Anime Romances + Endings

[reyenii]

since edwin is very closed off, except for when he’s with his best friend, charles, costume designer kelli dunsmore reflected his buttoned-up mentality through his bespoke suit, complete with bowtie and collar. edwin’s outfit, along with charles’ period garb, were designed to help them stand out more in modern day port townsend. “i knew edwin would, because no one dresses like that now,” says dunsmore.

dunsmore wanted everything about charles to feel “a little bit cool and underground,” from his union jack and the who bull’s-eye patches to his checkerboard pins. his little cross earring and chain on the outside of his shirt are also meant to be homages to the ’80s.

in the show, crystal’s hero color is purple, which you’ll notice in her velvet coat and long silk letterman jacket, which dunsmore thought of as a psychic cloak with hand-embroidered patches, including the wilting rose of england.

her brown trench coat represents an explosion of everything going on in her mind. dunsmore decided the scribbled words and drawings are a result of crystal writing all over it to express her inner turmoil. there are even lyrics on there from the song she’s listening to on the tube when she meets the dead boys.

david’s connection with crystal seeps into her wardrobe, too. since david wears a flower shirt, dunsmore’s team hand-painted flowers onto crystal’s black boots. and niko is wearing a dark sweater with flowers on it when we first meet her, as an homage to crystal. the costume department also drew the same rune pattern the dead boys use to exorcise david in episode 1 onto crystal’s trench coat and on the tab of her wool bomber jacket. “so she’s always got some sort of protection,” says dunmore.

every color niko wears is inspired by what’s happening in that episode, from the green post-sprite exodus to blue when she’s feeling sad. niko only wears a white look, with nods to her japanese heritage, in the finale as a reset. the charms on her obi belt represent the colors she’s worn all season.

night nurse is someone who’s in control all the time and likes things to be in their proper place. dunsmore looked to vivienne westwood for inspiration, since everything in night nurse’s world is a bit exaggerated. (by the way, niko’s orange monochromatic look is a nod to her scenes with night nurse and night nurse’s red hair.)

since david is a demon, he finds a london boy that looks cool enough for crystal to find attractive. that meant dunsmore dressing him in a shearling jacket you’d find in “all the guy ritchie movies,” black pants and creeper shoes. the costumer’s mood board for “david the d” featured radiohead and amy winehouse and her husband blake, who often wore hats similar to the one you see david wearing in the show.

pay close attention to monty’s leather jacket and you just might spot an inlaid crow feather or two.

it’s not only esther who wears clothes with a gilt, old-gold color — cat king and night nurse also do as a nod to their villainy. (esther and cat king also have similar fur coats.) amidst her beauty, dunsmore wanted esther to be a little rough around the edges. she wears a cuff around her hand that’s adorned with a snake and a ring with teeth all around it to represent the teeth she’s collecting from all the little girls. her eye necklace is meant to be her witch pendant.

mischievous as ever, cat king has (cat) eyes everywhere and is aware of edwin’s affection for charles. so he wears charles’ socks the first time he meets edwin.

[yzzart]

between white sheets.

pairing: tom blyth x actress!reader.

summary: a lazy morning with your boyfriend after a long night.

word count: 721!

notes: just a quick little thing, i thought of this scenario and here it is.

"Oh, i know you're awake…"

A typical and familiar British accent, with a deep and smug tone, vibrated against your bare neck; causing a kind of tickling and a wave of goosebumps in the region. — It was impossible not to squirm against the soft, fragrant sheets.

Even with your failed mission to pretend that you was still sleeping, your eyes remained closed but it was impossible to contain a warm and bright smile on your lips. — Your lips were traitors, you believed that. — And, in a matter of seconds and due to the lack of interaction, that smile turned into a loud and vibrant laugh.

Your neck received, once again, attention but now due to the small beard, not so annoying, that grew in the region of Tom's face; this time, an intense tickling sensation. — You tried to remove his face from between your neck with your hands but, unsurprisingly, you failed when he held both of you with just one hand.

Tom's laugh, which was muffled between your neck and pillow, joined against yours and echoed throughout the large and tidy room where you were staying. — Well, apart from just some of the clothes you guys had to wear to more TBOSAS opening night and accessories; the room was organizing. — And you swear, with the old, childish pinky promise, that you could listen to your laugh for hours.

Last night was so tiring, but so good; in fact, it was magnificent. — Once again meeting with the cast, giving interviews and taking countless photos with fans and in print; it was a special night.

Lifting his head and directing it towards the pillow, as it was in previous minutes, Tom finds himself observing the image before his eyes. — Your chest rose and fell gently, trying to recover and manage your breathing, your hair, with some stubborn and messy strands, spread across the pillow. — A radiant and fascinating scene for the eldest.

Not to mention, a sleepy smile on your lips. — If Tom had the opportunity and absolute power, he would stop time and stay like this with you forever.

"Good morning, my love." — His voice is hoarser than normal, and Tom wraps an arm around your covered waist, bringing your body even closer to his. — "How did you sleep, huh?" — He asks, giving small, loving kisses on your shoulder. — "The most beautiful woman in this world."

"Good…" — You replied, sleepy with red and embarrassed cheeks, and ran a hand through his hair; leaving a prolonged and attentive caress and then, moving your head, to leave a kiss on his forehead. — "What time is it?"

"I don't know…?" — Blyth raised his head and now you had the opportunity to admire his blue orbs so crystal clear, deep and enchanting; you found yourself falling even more in love with the boy every time his eyes met yours. — "Maybe it's eight, nine or even twelve hours?"

It was ironic to think that the clock was just a few steps away from the bed where you were and neither of you really cared. — Maybe it would be laziness, sleepiness or an excuse to spend more time together. — And the correct option was the third, no surprises.

Your eyes roamed between the dark locks and a few shy curls of Tom's hair, and all the comments about the idea of him actually opting to dye him blond — just like Coriolanus — played in your mind. — and every time they talked to you about this subject, you replied: "that wouldn't be a bad idea."

But, you always made it clear that you were the number one fan of his natural color. — And there were fans who agreed with you; you saw it on your social media and thought it was so funny and always showed it to Tom and the rest of the cast.

"What are our plans today?" — You whispered. — "… i'm seriously thinking about the idea of staying here all day." — In the middle of the sentence, you couldn't contain your laughter again; which this time was brief. — "Really." — Fatigue ran freely through your body and he wanted a long rest.

"Really?" — Blyth murmured, placing his face between your neck for the second time in a row that morning; you just nodded in confirmation, now felt prolonged kisses on your sensitive area. — "Then make your words mine."

[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: captivity, obsessive behavior, made up fantasy lore, mind fuck (?)

He never calls for you - he only ever sends his servants, poor, confused little creatures of the night once lost just like you. They gather at your door like an army of darkness, scratching and biting at the delicate wooden frame, howling piteously with full chest until you're faced with the choice of either opening the door, or suffocating yourself with the fluffy white pillow. You give in after what feels like an appropriate time - not too soon as to feed his ever - growing ego, yet not so late that the creatures' heads start to roll under your nose.

You slowly walk down the endless corridor, refusing to look at anything for longer than a second - even as it calls to you with the sweetest voice of desire. Everything is enchanted to the very last candle on the wall. The countless paintings depict wealth and opulence beyond your wildest dreams, an adundance of riches upon riches, of honeycomb amber and pure green emeralds. The silk carpet is as soft as a dandelion just before it bursts open, and the crystal chandelier embarks such a soft light the human eye can never properly adjust to the tender shades of yellow and blue. The castle is tempting you with every passing breath - begging you to stay here forever. Begging you to love it, and everyone inside - especially His Majesty, the Lord.

You try to calm your disheveled thoughts as you carefully open the heavy gates to the throne room. Your breath hitches deep into your throat as your eyes gaze upon the feast spread out before you, and suddenly you're starving like a wolf. By now you should know better than to let yourself be lured in by magic - but the pull is too magnetic and you quickly find yourself stepping closer to the piled up table. You take in the smell with unsatiated hunger - golden apples baked inside fine sugar crystals, tender deer fillet dripping with berry sauce and smokey mushrooms, the sort you can only find inside an enchanted forrest. Cream puffs and mountains of stripped ice soaked in jam and vanilla essence upon stacks of fruit and more goblets of red wine than you can count. And yet he remains ever the centerpiece of the vision.

"You're late, mona grece tide*." His voice slowly fills the room with its overbearing softness, always on the verge of dropping into silence. It's painful to look at him - as if everything about the mythical man was created a touch too symmetrical, to the point where the sharp features all blend together. His lips are too full, his eyes - if the golden slits beneath his brows may be called that, are way too bright under the sun, and they reflect a time you don't wish to remember. And his hair is so long and pale, so very white and smooth, you have to stop your hands from reaching into the wounded transparency of his wild locks, less you want to lose a finger or two.

"Tidea." Khaal snaps his finger more aggressively when you don't respond to his call the first time. You squint in an attempt to block the light coming from the tiny cracks in his face - the birth lines of his dragon. "Sit down. Don't make me come to you."

Tide. Tidea. Love, as you eventually learnt the meaning of the word in Lohemian. My little love, the words still rest on his tongue, because what are you if not a small, fragile human?

"I'd hate to inconvenience you so, my Lord." You eventually bite back, breaking out of the trance. Slipping in and out of consciousness and constantly guessing your surroundings is taking a toll on you, but you'll lose your sanity before you give into his madness. "Touching a filthy human like myself will surely sully your pretty golden flakes." You smile with venom, tearing into the nearest sun-pear. He watches the juice drip down your chin with angry narrowed eyes, and with another swift snap of his fingers he's standing before you, towering above.

"Insolent child, you are." He grips your face carelessly, inspecting it from all sides before finally materializing a clean cloth and wiping you clean. "You're foolish just like any other human." His brows twist together with anger, but his expression remains angelic to the untrained eye. "I can give you everything you've ever wanted. The sun at your feet, the moon on your shoulders. All the knowledge of the world." His fingers suddenly stop rubbing along your jawline and his gaze falls upon your cold, quivering lips. "All I ask in return is your loyalty." His sharp nail begins stroking your lower lip. It doesn't draw blood, but you wish it would. You can't stand the anticipation - the moment before the violence entails.

"Don't let your eyes wander. Gift me your warmth." The dragon king pulls you closer to his chest, and all fight leaves you. His form is perfectly defined with thousand metal - like flakes, one on top of the other like a flawless shield. It's probably a great weapon on the battlefield - but it lacks the naked vulnerability of human skin, and it's so cold it hurts to stand close, much less touch it directly. "Look at me!" He suddenly roars, and you fall back from the sheer power of his voice.

Everything hurts - as if the floor is suddenly melting, you feel like you will never stop falling down.

"I can't. It's too painful." You whisper weakly between hoarse broken sobs threatening to tear off your heart in two. "I wasn't made for this world, f-for your... world." You bite your lips, averting eyes to the ground. "Everything in you wants me dead. Your love will kill me." You whimper, squeezing your left hand to your chest. The dead weight of the broken bone is pulling you down, luring you deeper into sleep.

"I'd like to see you try, mon'tidea." He sinks down to your level, quick as a shadow. Stealing a kiss as light as a sparrow, he pushes you down. "Die as many times as you want. You'll always end up here in my arms." His lips are grazing your ear, warm breath hitting your neck. Another illusion, you realize - his body can't create warmth. It's simply reflecting your warmth back to you. "Because once you enter my realm, there's no coming back."

[lavandulawrites]

Hi! Here's a short request. Yan! Genshin men with a darling that compares the yandere with fictional men(they are themselves fictional but I mean a book character or smth idk)

Yandere Genshin Men With A Darling Who Compares Him With Fictional Men

Yandere Albedo x reader, yandere Tighnari x reader, yandere Diluc x reader, yandere Neuvillette x reader

This was a really fun request<3

Masterlist

Warnings: imprisonment, post abduction, reader has Stockholm syndrome in Diluc’s part

Word count: 582

Albedo

“Look Albedo! He looks just like you!” you pointed at the blond prince in the fairytale book you were reading. The prince had light blond hair and kind blue eyes. He really did look like Albedo.

The blond man chuckled as he looked at you with a playful smile. “Are you comparing me to a fictional character?” his voice had an amused edge to it.

“Yeah. I am. But look he’s not only just a fictional character, he’s a prince!” you smiled back at him.

Albedo’s crystal blue eyes studied the drawing for a few seconds before his gaze returned to you. “Don’t think you can make me let you go through comparing me to a fictional prince. I’m not that easily persuaded. Plus it would be illogical to let you roam the dangerous world alone, love” he stroked your cheek gently before he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Tighnari

“All I’m saying is that you look like him, not act like him! I don’t get what the problem is” you tried your best to explain yourself to the irritated fox that sat in front of you.

His ears were pinned back in irritation and his fingers drummed against the kitchen table. “I’m not a wolf nor am I a werewolf. Are you seriously comparing me to a monster?” his voice akin to a hiss.

“Well you did abducted me you know…” you mumbled under your breath, which of course the fox hybrid heard.

“Watch your mouth [Name]. One more word about me looking like a stupid fictional character and your manga privileges gets revoked” he folded his arms over his chest as he glared at you.

Diluc

“Diluc, you remind me of him” you nodded towards the book that was perched onto your lap. “The knight I mean.”

The red head tilted his head slightly in curiosity. “The knight? Why?” he took a seat beside you and wrapped his arm around you in a one-arm hug.

“He’s the love interest. He saves a young maiden and her village and in return she marries him. It’s quite a sweet story” you smiled up at him.

Archons, he never got enough of your pretty smile. “I see. I must say I’m flattered to be compared to a hero, but as you know I’m not the fondest of knights” he chuckled as he kissed the crown of your head. “If you see me as such a nobleman, I suppose it’s only fair I act the part” he smiled to himself. Diluc was surprised how far you have become. All the struggles have finally paid off.

Neuvillette

“Are the new book to your liking, dear?” Neuvillette asked you as he took a sip of his fine glass filled with the clearest spring water. His eyes were trained on you who were sitting on the sofa opposite of him.

“Yeah, it’s good so far” your eyes still glued to the cream coloured pages. “However, one of the characters reminds me of you” your beautiful eyes flickered up to meet his.

“Oh? Which character do I remind you of? And how come?” the white haired man tilted his head in curiosity.

“You remind me of the dragon. He turned himself into a beautiful man and loved the princess into his tower. He refuses to let her go no matter what and claims he keeps her locked away as a way of protecting her” you looked up at him with a glare. “Don’t you recognise yourself?”