#white outlines tf-

[ito-alphonse]

So First time with Sharpie...✨😳

Yeah, umm...so I know it did not come out good. Like...what the hell was I thinking making the right child a fire ball (like girl- please...learn colour theory) and the white outline for black hair (I was probably high while doing it)

But I like it for my first ever try and I like it for what it is. I'll correct it (maybe-) but yeah, I feel like it's good.

Also btw my load finally cleared off. So I plan to draw daily and share with you guys my progress.

Thanks for having me 💕☺️

Oh~ jumpscare!

(back side of the same page, I like the eyes👀-

[beansayshi]

I have finally created art of the starry starry boy!

[midnight-vixn]

You think any of the Obey Me bros are into exhibition? More specifically, do you think any of them like to freeball it around HoL so MC can see the outline of what they're working with? Or wearing shorts that are just a bit too short so they're practically flashing MC whenever they sit down. Or maybe they just got out if the shower after they invited MC over and whoops, the towel fell~

Fndndnnd I just can't get enough of thinking about the demon bros just casually showing themselves off to MC, trying to rile the human up so they can finally make a move.

I sure freakin do!!! These boys are such show offs, they wanna get in your pants so bad but they’re not sure how…might as well show you what’s in their pants!

Mammon had a habit of sleeping naked before you showed up and was occasionally caught wandering to the kitchen in the middle of the night because why tf would anyone else be up? Lucifer scares him in to changing that habit but barely, now he sleeps in satin boxers or black sweatpants with nothing underneath. Early one morning he ventured into the kitchen, shirtless and his sweatpants riding dangerously low on his hips, his white happy trail peaking out against his abs. He was still in a haze and not fully awake but he definitely caught you staring at his dick while he walked by, pretending to listen to one of his brothers talk but your eyes watching the way his dick moved against his thigh, noticing how you bit your lip just slightly. He’s also been known to be in his boxers when you come over in the evenings and good lord you can see it all when he manspreads, he of course pretends not to notice you glancing down occasionally to get a glimpse of his package. He twitches slightly and knows you saw because your whole body went stiff immediately after.

Beelzebub is so so oblivious to the death grip he has on you. Another one who will lounge around in a tank and sweats like it’s no big deal, all the while you can see the outline of his fat cock resting against his massive thigh. Wouldn’t be a problem if you could stare from a safe distance but Beel is a cuddle bug and likes to have his human close to him, so now you’re trapped next to him, one massive arm over your shoulders while you try to focus on the tv and not that fucking anaconda hiding in his sweats. You fail miserably but that’s fine he doesn’t notice anyway, just be careful how far your mind wanders though, Beel has an excellent sense of smell especially when it comes to your excitement.

Asmodeus is the queen of thirst traps so of course he takes any chance he can get to rile you up. Wearing cute short shorts that accentuate his ass and bulge, wearing beautiful lace thongs that show just above his shorts, sweatpants aren’t his style but if you stop by his room in the evening you’re bound to catch him wearing very sheer underwear that give you a full view of everything. He knows when he’s got you worked up thanks to his pact, that only spurs him on and makes him sink his fangs in deeper. If he catches you staring too long he’ll take charge and pull you into his room, whether you let him show you a good time or just let him tease you for a bit is entirely up to you, just make sure to compliment his lingerie~

Lucifer gave you a near heart attack the one time you walked in on him post shower. Hair still wet and hanging in his face, water droplets cascading down his chest and stomach, and towel hung low on his hips. You squeaked in fear and embarrassment, you knew better than to enter without knocking but you’re really glad you didn’t, maybe your sudden squeal is what startled him but nonetheless his towel quickly dropped to the floor giving you a full frontal view. You were left speechless with legs weak and shaking, now you knew why he was the pride of the celestial realm because good lord was he big. You tried to run or look away but your mind only flooded with the most unholy thoughts, Lucifer must of picked up on that because he very quickly had you pressed against the wall with his lips on your neck.

[titanicfreija]

set not long after TFS

Art

"Have you done the wood-burning finger paint? Lately?" Thomas asked. 

Freija still stewed around the apartment and it became more and more clear that she had no way to let it out that wasn't pacing, screaming, or blowing things up, and apparently those were still not working.

"No."

The Warlock didn't bother with any further ceremony and handed her a panel of wood, about eighteen inches square and an inch thick. "Didn't think so. You need to express yourself."

The Titan took it from him and eventually saw the plank in her hand. "What's that mean?"

"It means, put the scream into the plank. Pace through a picture, with your hands and your Light, the way you always want to kick and fight. Try not to break it too fast, but the break will be part of the art, too." He relaxed in his seat and drummed his hands on the arms. "If it doesn't help, you'll still have a piece of wood to burn for fun, which might."

Freija scowled at the empty panel. "I'm too tired. I don't want to feel anything anymore. She isn't dead. She died, but she isn't dead."

"Correct," Thomas said. "Draw that."

"How?" Freija demanded. 

He shrugged. "Use an analogy. Phoenixes are popular for creatures like us."

"We're zombies," Freija chuckled darkly, slouching into the couch with the panel on her knees.

"Draw that, then."

"Gonna draw a dead fucking Ghost," Freija growled. "All rippling with Light and Dark. She looked just like my fucking arm, only her white wasn't swimming, either."

"Sounds great," Thomas said. "It's literally all good ideas, the only way you can do it wrong is hurting someone to make it. Which is funny, because half the time, the goal is to hurt them with the result."

"Trying to hurt people with a picture?" Freija asked. "Nevermind, you told me."

He grinned. "Make people feel things. Or at least feel things all over stuff and let 'em look at it if you want. Burn it if you want. Hide it under your bed until you think you can see it again. But it's a way to scream quietly and hopefully it'll count for getting it out."

Freija was not an artist. Not a visual one. At best she was an untrained poet. So the first thing she burned in was a metaphor, her hands on front and back in her grip, charred completely black. This shit wouldn't let go.

The tears stung before she even got really started, while her hands were still heating up.

Clumsy outline of the normal shell but then Freija impressed the Winter Lotus over the top of it, and gave it her ears. 

Center eye completely charred over, leaving a blackened pit halfway into the wood.

The work of lightly singeing the top layer, leaving strips untouched, took a lot of effort. It wasn't perfect but it left what she needed to leave and made the shape she needed. A Ghost shell with whispy streaks of white.

More char for the Darkness ripples.

Twice, she had to stop to curl into a ball and bury her head and cry. She kind of remembered Thomas was there, but he was literally telling her to do this, so it wasn't so embarrassing but it still felt stupid.

She stopped there, not knowing what else to do, and she put it on the center table. She couldn't stop herself from curling back into a ball. "Am I done?"

Thomas glanced over at it, then leaned to look at her past the monitor. "Dunno. Is there anything else?"

She stared at it as though it hurt her. "M… no. Thought about my hands but that's not… no. This is… yeah. This is done." She blinked more tears down.

Her friend crossed the room to hug her shoulders and took the piece into his hand.

She leaned up to snatch it from him. "Wait." She turned it backwards and lined up her fingers on the front to imitate the back, and gently scorched in their shape. The result looked like she was burning her way through from the other side. 

She then handed it back and flopped to curl back up on the couch. "There."

He nodded firmly. "Good job." He lowered it and rocked back to see her eyes. "Did that help?"

She nodded, and even offered him a fleeting smile. "Yeah. Way more than I thought it would." 

He smiled chipperly. "Good! That's great, actually. I worry a lot. We need to lean more into that. Whatever you want done with it, let me know, but I'm hiding it from everyone until you're ready."

She nodded, grateful that he knew how to handle that. She didn't want to see it again for a long time but she also didn't want to get rid of it.

"You're a really strange person," Freija told him. "I mean that in the best way possible. I don't know what kind of person you'd be without it."

"Thank you," Thomas replied sincerely.

@annieruok94 @wolvereaux

[m-ilkiee]

I’m sorry but I need you to talk about fashion!! I lit never see anyone talk about it and I love your outfits on your monsters board!

*Layla arising from the dead and levitating* my time has come!

First of all, thank you for liking my monsters moodboard (I'll put it back up on tumblr again, I know a lot of you missed it!). I know not many people really care about dressing, so as long as it's comfortable and that's okay. However I prioritize looking good over comfortability. Bonus if I look good AND comfortable. Growing up with older sisters meant as much as I watched cartoons, I also watched channels E-entertainment, M-tv, Fashion the likes. We had fashion scrapbooks where we'd cut out magazines and old newspaper clippings and paste there - my immediate elder sister now makes her own clothes btw - back then, The Sun nigeria had a fashion police section outlining the dos and don'ts and fashion fails (god they were BRUTAL. I miss that column 😔 Tiktok could NEVER)

One thing that has stuck with me right from secondary school was the fact that I always cleaned up nice in regular wear. My school was one for uniforms (and they made us wear white socks instead of black socks which would have made our uniform infinite times better), so Saturday classes and summer school were my chances to shine. I also barely got new clothes and it was always hand me downs of outdated clothes so I had to figure out how to make things work with me. Fashion is a part of my identity; from my emo phase in junior high, to my J-fashion in senior secondary to university, each style is my identity at that time.

Naturally, fashion also influences the way my characters behave. If you observed cartoons, shows and TV tropes in general, you can tell what a character by the clothes they are wearing and their possible influences. In monsters, reader is new to university and new to wearing clothes that are more modern, so she observes Emma to see what people would like or not. Izana is more rebellious, I see him making his own ripped jeans from old jeans like how punks used to do back in the 2000s. Mikey likes comfort, but he knows now he has appearances to keep and follows the pattern Emma had given him to dress.

To me, there are three things important to fashion. Choosing the right colour. Choosing the right clothes for your shape and size and choosing a good quality material. The last one is important as the reason I still could reuse my sisters old clothes was how good quality it was - this is why I hate HATE fast fashion brands like Shein and influencer brands and I never buy from them 😃.

If you ask me my unpopular fashion opinions I would say: There is nothing wrong wearing dupes of certain luxury brands. Yes, people may tell you that its "pathetic" to try and look rich, but like so what? There are dupes that are really good quality -for example a lot of Aba boy dupes are actually good- and if you want to look cute why tf not? Whether anyone notices or not is none of their business, you're not bankrupting gucci if you wear a fake gucci belt. Gucci will be fine, I guarantee you.

Secondly, stacking expensive jewerly that doesn't match is tacky asf. Unless you're doing something like decora and decora has an eye for detail, stacking lines of luxury brands jewelry is the true sign of desperation, especially when you're trying to prove you're rich or fit in a status quo. Don't wear mismatched fits eg shoes that don't match the clothes, different coloured jewelry, ill matched colours just to prove you have designer items.

Lastly; stop shopping from shein.

[deviantartharmony]

They just make the outlines white and called it a pooltoy tf edit???

[deadchovsky]

Ok nvm more yapping under the cut. Tumblr is my diary and baby, I'm writing in pink glitter gel. Ignore this <3

I'm formatting this like greentext bc its funny

Big Font.

😨

Ddo you like Wilbur soot. Cuz I do

Anyways:

>be me on NYE

>one of my friends asked me to take a picture out of this end of year video thing I post on my 15 subs youtube channel every year at the end of the year.

> he says because his phone screen is visible and hes worried about what's on it. Says it might be some rp server he was on at the time the picture was taken and thinks it could he embarrassing. (This is important remember this.)

>I zoom in on the picture, it literally looks like a black screen.

> he says hes still worried about someone seeing it

>okay whatever. I try my best to remove this picture that last for like 2 seconds out of a 15 minute long video. (Sidebar, this picture was already in a different video months ago and he was fine w it then and literally has never brought up removing it from that video once.)

> I save changes to the video

> "okay I think I got it, but there might be like .5 seconds of it still, bc YouTube's editing thing sucks"

> he says its fine, because it's a 15 minute long video and the longest that clip is in there for is like. A singular second.

> 2 months later

> be me

> this mf hasnt talked to me, or basically any of my friends since new years.

> guy literally dropped out of the play despite wanting to be in it since September

>guy is literally in all 4 of my classes and hasnt attended a single one since the second day of the semester.

>I'm walking around the school bc the gender neutral bathrooms are closed, so I'm going to the least scary girls bathrooms near the front of the school.

> guy and one of my friends show up and stop me in the hallway.

> friend: "hey guy needs to talk to you."

> me: "bro I have to piss rn can it wait"

> apparently not.

> Guy: "I know you don't understand why I feel this way" (most condescending tone possible)

> turns out changes didnt save in YouTube video and the picture is still in the video for literally 0.003% of the entire runtime.

> tells me to remove it because he thinks that he was "texting his mom about his attempt at the time"

> picture was taken a month before the attempt. also he told me it was the rp server the first time I tried to remove it.

> ok whatever. I say I'll remove the picture.

> interaction is very awkward(mind you we're standing in the middle of a high school hallway while hes telling me all this) I leave and go piss

> I go back to class after pissing

>friend (who was with guy) says that was the first time guys talked to her in a few weeks.

>I show her the picture on my phone, bc I feel like I'm going crazy. The phone literally only looks turned on bc you can see a slightly outline of a white keyboard. Not to mention the photo is BLURRY.

>friend confirms that you can't see fucking shit on the phone in the picture.

>thank god because I thought I was somehow wrong for thinking you cant see shit

Also, bro saw that video that the picture was in once, freaked out bc he thought you could see his rp server in it, then tried to tell me TWO MONTHS LATER (and almost 10 months AFTER the picture was taken and posted in a different video THAT HE SAW) that he was talking to his mom about a suicide attempt in there. I didnt even remember about that bro how tf did he manage to keep that in his brain for two fucking months. Get different meds you fucking dweeb like oh my god. Clearly whatever you're on now isnt working.

[monstermaster13]

TftW: Clown Time

Slim (Killer Klowns From Outer Space) TF

Once upon a peculiar night in the small town of Crescent Grove, there was a carnival in town. The air buzzed with excitement as the colorful tents and vibrant lights adorned the fairgrounds. Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, a mysterious circus tent had appeared overnight, seemingly from another dimension.

A group of friends, led by the adventurous Alex, decided to explore the enigmatic carnival after hearing whispers of its peculiar wonders. As they ventured through the twisting maze of tents, they stumbled upon a tent unlike any other. The entrance was adorned with cosmic patterns, and the sign simply read, "Klown Kingdom."

Curiosity got the better of them, and they entered the tent to find a surreal world filled with towering candy canes, cotton candy clouds, and eerie laughter echoing in the air. In the heart of the tent, they encountered a peculiar Klown known as Slim, with his tall and slender figure, decked in a riot of colors. Slim turned toward them with an exaggerated grin, his lips painted in a vibrant shade of red that stretched from ear to ear. His eyes, outlined with deep black, bore into their souls with an otherworldly intensity. The friends couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and fascination.

As they explored Klown Kingdom, they noticed Slim's unique red hair cascading down his shoulders like a fiery waterfall. The friends were captivated by his mesmerizing presence and the eerie beauty of the bizarre carnival around them.

Slim, with his popcorn gun in hand, began performing tricks that defied the laws of physics. He turned ordinary balloons into living creatures, and confetti rained down in a kaleidoscope of colors. The friends couldn't help but be drawn into the whimsical spectacle. Alex couldn’t help but be impressed by this, but not in a sexual way.

The klown beckoned him over and zapped him with the gun which caused a secondary effect to take place, Alex started to laugh uncontrollably as his clothes slowly started to peel off and turn reform into an outfit resembling Slim’s own ones as his hands enlarged as the skin broke apart to reveal clownish gloves which began to tear at everything else, these clownish gloves of course weren’t stereotypical clown gloves but rather were ones adorned with razor sharp claw-like fingernails.

His whole body began to lengthen and contort with a snap, becoming longer and more slender as his shoes and feet deformed, swelling as his shoes became a pair of clown shoes like Slim’s only of course there were a bit more crooked, his neckline slowly lengthening as his hair slowly turned from brown to a red color as his forehead enlarged and his skin slowly turned a pasty white color.

He felt his face as his nose slowly began to painfully swell to the point of almost splitting apart but the clown nose didn’t form underneath, but rather his nose slowly turned red and turned into a natural klown nose resembling those of Slim’s species as black makeup lines were applied onto his face, his cheeks swelling and turning pink as his facial expression contorted into a sinister smile as pink lipstick was applied on his lips, his lips deforming and puffing up as his teeth sharpened.

His face slowly deformed and morphed itself into a copy of Slim’s own face as his voice deepened and that is when he realized he had become a copy of Slim himself but he was still his normal self, just with a bit of Slim’s traits and powers thrown in.

[snowmuttgetsweird]

5/3/23, 1 AM

CW: Kink, Hypnosis

Little 1 AM post before bed, just a thing I've been thinking about lately.

I download MP3s from WarpMyMind, which is a website where anyone in the community can write a script for a hypnosis session, record it, and then post it for others to enjoy. Some are paid, but most are free.

The specific kind I like to listen to is kinda embarrassing for me to talk about. I'm not sure why, cause it's not that far removed from stuff I've already expressed interest in. Maybe because I know hypnosis doesn't "work" per say, but the idea of it is fun, and I guess I treat it similarly to something like puppy play, where you're sorta letting yourself sink into a different, comforting or empowering headspace.

I like a lot of transformation (TF) files. These are the files that are meant to, like... Alter your mental state so that you see yourself in a different way, or you feel more motivated and driven to take action to make specific changes in your life that result in achieving your specific goals. Some are supposed to subliminally kinda "trick" your brain into making genuine chemical changes, but they're not real, much like pup play. It's just fun to imagine and pretend. I also like the ones that are supposed to sorta wipe your brain and give you a different purpose.

I listen to ones that like... Focus on making you obsessed with your junk and your body, or keep you always a little horny, or never fully flaccid. I like ones that try to influence your brain into, like, growing really thick, dense body hair, or turning your nuts into heavy, churning testosterone factories 24/7. I like the ones that try to influence you to go to the gym, or "curse" you with something, like a rambunctious inner-pup that starts forcing itself out into your daily life if you don't give it sufficient attention and respect on a regular basis, or an inability to reach climax no matter how much you masturbate, trapping you in a never-ending edge session.

I've never noticed any legitimate effects, but the ones that are actually well-scripted and decent quality can be really fun to listen to at the time.

Problem of course is that most are shit.

A lot of them lack inductions- that is to say, the part at the beginning where the speaker relaxes you and lulls your mind into a receptive state. That or their inductions are really poor.

Some aren't spoken at all. Some scripts are read by synthesized voices that have weird inflections or pronounce things wrong, and it really breaks immersion.

Some have really poor recording quality, like they're recording their recitation from another room.

Some are polluted with a lot of wheezing noises, or wet, smacky mouth noises.

Some are mixed SUPER poorly. A lot will use white noise or binaural tones to help induct you, but mix their voice significantly lower, making it difficult to hear them.

Some of them seem almost improvised, like they were done on the spot. They trip over their words, take long pauses trying to decide what they'll say next, and use odd phrases that don't quite roll off the tongue and make them sound dumb. I'd understand if it were a live session, but being that they're pre-recorded, I'd think that they would have a script or at least an outline, and recite/record a FEW times to get a good take, or at least a composite made from multiple takes, but I guess not.

Not to mention there are a lot of very odd, and sometimes extremely specific files. For every dumb jock TF file, there are like, eight files that are trying to "sissify" you into being more effeminate, or convince you to shit yourself in your sleep, or to specifically seek out and have sex with haggard old homeless women. Yeah that's a real one I scrolled past the other day.

Now and again I find a pretty good one though.

I miss The Hypnotic Beast. They're a furry that does hypnosis files. They used to have a handful that were free to download, but now everything is behind a paywall. I don't blame them- their files are genuinely very high quality with good audio, mixing, inductions, and scripts- I recommend checking them out if you've got the money to spare for their Patreon, but I sure miss those free ones, lol.

There's great hypno art out there too. Dramamine comes to mind, though their art tends to lean more heavily into really severe "mind breaking" type stuff- like complete erasure of your personality, blank slate. I still wanna be me, I just wanna be a better me- but idk, maybe I shouldn't trust myself to know what a "better me" is, and just leave it in someone else's hands?

I guess that's part of the game.

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[alpacalamamama]

impactor with the yellow and purple intersex flag or hubcap with the trans flag? tysm!!

impactor! a grumpy handsome guy I would like to know

[mmary-janee]

𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ: just be acting like I’m not in the middle of an exam writing smut💀 but anywaysss

𝒜𝓈𝓀-Okay but i wanna know how the cocklet tokyorev boys react when you first see their dicks and start laughing and humiliating themm

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎- humiliating their cocklets

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅ℴ𝓈𝓉:

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ * .♡

Inui- your boyfriend of 6 months was currently out at work while you were off so decided to help him out by tidying up his apartment a little. You were almost done until you found a box. This box contained all types of dildos and different sex toys. You were in shock because u never though your boyfriend would be into this type of stuff. But something cough your eye it was a tiny chastity change. “Why was it so small?” You though then it clicked.

Maybe the reason your boyfriend always backed out of having sex with you was because his cock was just to small. You thought about your new found discovery on if his cock was actually small or if he just bought it a couple sizes to small on accident. But when u went to put away his folded hoodies and accidentally opened the wrong draw that’s where u found his underwear. Only being made up of slutty panties there was no way something so skimpy and revealing would fit,his balls would probably at least break free.

Later when your boyfriend got home he found you, his beautiful girlfriend sitting pretty on his bed with a box. But when he realized what box that was he panicked “I can explain” he say shyly as his face turned red.

“Does my pretty little boyfriend happen to be a slut who likes things shoved up his ass and wearing panties?”

He gulped, he was scared, embarrassed, he felt like a dear in headlights but he was also turned on.

“Come on baby,use your big boy words and explain, or was I right”

“Y-y-yes”

U laughed at your boyfriend, he was to cute.

Standing up u pulled your boyfriend onto you by his belt buckle and spoke “so am I also right about you not wanting to have sex with me because you’re dick is to small” u said in a teasing and mocking tone

He was on the verge of tears hands hurrying to cover his face he was so embarrassed. But he was hard so painfully fucking hard.

“Take em off slut” you said while pulling at his pants inferring u wanted them gone along with his shirt

His shakey hands undid his belt pulling his pants down to reveal your boyfriend in a baby pink and white lacy thong with his cocklet being completely covered by the small amount of cloth covering him.

He was so embarrassed he couldn’t believe he was standing in front of his girlfriend in a pink thing almost completely naked and to make it worse he was so fucking hard but u couldn’t even notice.

You laughed you made him stand in front of you while you laughed and called him pathetic saying how small his cock looked

“Sei how tf are you so hard and I can’t even see a proper outline of your dick, your so fucking pathetic.” While letting out laughs in between your sentence your boyfriend was crying oh god he was embarrassed. “ look at you crying over how small your little cocklet is you’re such a whore” you spoke while flicking his cocklet through his panties then stroking him twice through the think fabric making him moan and cum into his panties. “ did u just fucking cum, you really are such a whore seishu”

“come on get on the bed mommy wants to play” it was about to be a long night

Takemitchi- poor takemichi had been rejected so many times because of his cocklet. His own fucking girlfriend hina left him to because he was to small. He hated his cocklet so much.

But still somehow ended up in a love hotel with his new girlfriend. Y/n was determined to take his virginity since it seemed to bother him so much. The foreplay was great everything was going pretty good y/n was wet while mitchi was hard as a rock in his pants. taking off his pants he sat on the bed. “It’s so tiny” y/n laughed takemichi was embarrassed to death he immediately stated crying “look at the fucking crybaby and his sad excuse of a dick, where’s the rest of it michi?” He only sobbed harder his dick was twitching at the humiliation and it grasped your attention “ you like being told how fucking pathetic you are don’t you?” I can see your cocklet twitching you know” “I feel sorry for anyone who you tried to fuck.”

“I’m sorry I’m so pathetic mommy.” He tried saying through sobs “can you touch me? Please mommy, I need you”

Takemichi ended up on top of you his cock aligning with your pussy “go ahead baby put it in” he shoved his cock in as hard as he could trusting quickly like a dog in heat while letting out a high pitched moans “mitchi I knew you were small but I can’t even feel anything even with how hard u must be stroking ” he apologized so much and kept saying how good you felt he kept thrusting into you but kept slipping out “god your so fucking pathetic, I’ve had enough you’re so fucking bad at this. Get on all fours and I’ll show you what real pleasure feel like” needless to say he ended up walking with a limp for the next week.

Mikey- mr invincible. lol. you knew from the very start mikey wouldn’t have much to show because look at him he’s so small in build there’s no way his cock is gonna be that big, but that didn’t stop a girl from dreaming.Mikey has been embarrassed to death about how small he was from since his teen years poor baby wishing his cock was long and thick but to his displeasure it wasn’t. He had hoped with the passing years his dick would get bigger but the only thing growing was his ego. Mikey thrives off of praise and being the best. That’s why he tries to avoid anyone seeing his cocklet. He’d never be able to live that down if someone found out he had a tiny cocklet that could hardly harden properly due to its size.

Until one day while entering your boyfriends house only to find him on his bed spit dripping from his moth,eyes rolled back,back arched and his hand moving at rapid speed under a blanket that covered his lover half while moaning your name as loud as he could. It was such a pretty sight.

“well,well what do we have here?” You spoke startling the poor boy. His flushed out face turned to you he tried to speak but the words were stuck in the throat. “I-I-I” “shhh baby it’s okay” “I can help you with that your little problem yk” “little! It’s not little! I swear!” He almost shouted out a bit to quick you laughed at him “I never said it was little tho, does someone have a small cock they don’t want me to find out about?” “I- umm” “show me what’s under the blanket mikey”he felt like a dear in headlights. “I-I can’t” he stuttered out “why not baby” “come on mr.invincible show me your cock” with trembling hands he removed the blanket exposing his 2 inch cocklet. It looked so frail you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Judging from your height I knew you wouldn’t be to big but this is way smaller than I thought it’d be” you spoke while hardly flicking the tip once. “How can you be japans strongest with such a small cock” you laughed while your hands wrapped around his cock and his head fell back “please mommy” he cried out “ I wonder what would happen if all those guys you beat up knew you had a pathetic little cocklet that wouldn’t be able to make his girl cum” “n-n-n-ahhh fuck fuck fuck” he chanted out trying to defend himself. Your hands were wrapped around him moving so quickly and gripping him so well he’s never felt this good before. “C-cum, mommy im going cu-“ before he could finish his sentence your hand “accidentally” slipped “whoops, sorry baby I thought I was jacking off a real cock and not some pathetic small dick slut iguess we’re gonna have to start over”

Izana- you were at izanas apartment waiting for your boyfriend kakucho who was caught up in traffic nearly 2 hours away. Izana couldn’t help but glance at you, you were so pretty, but you were also his best friends girlfriend. You decided to get up to go get a drink izana looked at you his eyes shot wide open when you bent over to get a bottle of water accidentally reviling your sweet cunt covered by your lilac lace panties. He felt himself getting hard,and instantly stiffened up. “What’s the matter ‘zana you look tense” “n-nothing I’m fine” “excuse me for a moment please” he spoke as he went to the bathroom. You just shrugged it off until you heard a faint moan of your name. “Y-y-yn f-f-f-uck,mommy ahhh milking my small cock so good” he moaned out to lost in pleasure to realize his volume.

You couldn’t help but giggle at hearing how desperate he sounded. You opened the door to reveal izana lost in pleasure, his eyes tightly closed as he continued moaning out your name unaware that you were besides him until you leaned against his back pressing your tits onto his back and taking his cock from his hand and putting it into your own starting to jack him off yourself.

“You really weren’t kidding when u said it was small, hardly filling up my hand” you spoke while giggling “I don’t even know why I’m doing this my boyfriends cock his more than 2 times bigger than your pathetic excuse if a dick”

Izana knew what u were saying was right he couldn’t help but be embarrassed and that embarrassment was going straight to his dicklet. “F-f-fuck mommy slow down I’m gonna- ahhhh” he screamed out pathetically while cumming into your hand “who knew tenjikus boss was just a desperate whore with a small cock who can’t even last a proper few minutes” after coming down from his high the embarrassment set in again realizing what just happened his thoughts were racing until you spoke “Kaku is 2 hours away so let’s see if you can last longer this time, yeh?” “Yes mommy”

Chifuyu- your boyfriend came home in a bad mood he was stressed from a delayed shipment from his pet shot. He was sat on the couch visibly upset so you being the great girlfriend that you are decided tdy would be the perfect day to finally sleep with your boyfriend to relive some of that stress. You went to where fuyu was sitting then kneeled down in front on him “let me take away all your stress, okay baby?” he was instantly flustered and didn’t know how to react but he did however nod his head yes

Slipping his pants all the way down you got up and positioned yourself on top of him sitting down nicely on his lap as you started grinding on his lower half while removing his t-shirt exposing his toned chest you latches onto his neck sucking away leaving large hickeys while he shut his eyes burying his face in the crock of your neck stuffing some of the fabric of your shirt in his mouth so he could muffle himself better after a few minuets of grinding chifuyus legs were already shaking from overstimulation, his eyes teary and face red you got back on the ground and spoke “fuyu am I doing something wrong you weren’t getting hard the entire time” he was embarrassed so fucking embarrassed he had already came 3 times in the spam of the few minutes you spent grinding on his lap and was getting hard again just now “I’m- I uhh- when you looked down you saw thick cum covering his black underwear “fuyu I couldn’t even feel you while u were hard” you laugh to the point tears came down your face. you then rapidly pull down his boxers exposing his clitty “ how many time have u came fuyu?” “th-three” “it hasn’t even been 10 minuets and your already cumming so much your so pathetic” “I know I’m sorry” he says covering his face. His dick was back to being a little soft after cumming so much he already looked so fucked out “baby it’s okay, just breath for me okay” “We’re gonna go few more rounds again mommy want to play with her baby’s cocklet”

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End note: this was rushed 💀 but hope you enjoyed babe<3

ℒℴ𝓋ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓎-𝒥𝒶𝓃ℯ🕊

[eijishimas]

this is wrong.

masterlist.

content warnings: 18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up. just some reki masturbating to y/n’s instagram photos, oops. brief mentions of pillow humping at the end. f!reader.

notes: found in my drafts while i was cleaning out my notes, so here we are. also this was meant to be a drabble and turns out i can’t write anything but long fics about reki kyan tf.

wc: 1.0k

Reki’s hand was wrapped tightly around his dick, his headband lopsided as he felt incredibly hot in all his layers of his skate attire. He was breathing heavily, moaning into his pillow as he fisted his cock. It was late at night, he should really not be doing this. It was wrong. It was so awfully wrong to be masturbating to pictures of you, his closest friend aside from Langa. But he couldn’t help it. Your smile, your eyes, the way you smelled of fruit passion from your shampoo. He whimpered, eyes staying half lidded in an attempt to keep jerking it to your photo on screen. They weren’t even lewd photos either, just ones from your instagram that were completely innocent.

There were some photos on your feed of you out with friends having a couple of drinks, where your smile looked so radiant and genuine. Then there was another that was a selfie taken at golden hour, your skin clear as you had your tongue poked out goofily. God, you were so gorgeous. Reki could feel his heartbeat both in his chest and in his throbbing dick. His cock was practically drooling at the sight of you, at how much he wanted you, your body, so fucking badly. He was unbearably needy this late at night, but he couldn’t stop looking at his illuminated phone screen.

One of his favourites was most definitely the one of you in one of his t-shirts after a party. He remembered you slurring your words, begging him to give his shirt up because you were burning up in your top and besides, he had a lot of layers, he would still have a hoodie to wear. You had asked him for his shirt. Not Langa, but him. His ego skyrocketed that night, and you asked him to take a photo to commemorate the occasion. His teeth chewed on his bottom lip as he swiped through your instagram, finding that exact photo of you with his pink work shirt on, your face close to the camera with a wide, slightly intoxicated smile on your face. If he focused hard enough, he would be able to hear your flirty whispers and your silly giggles right to the shell of his ear. Reki shivered, feeling the knots in his stomach all the more prominently.

He gripped his cock tighter, trying to imagine how your hand would feel around him instead. Your fingers dancing along his sensitive skin, teasing his head with your thumb. Maybe if he was being good for you, you would slide your hot pussy down on his cock and he would be able to make you feel so good too. He wanted to make you feel just as good as you made him feel all the time. The mere idea of your fluttering cunt around him made another stray moan leave his mouth, his hand now moving erratically in an effort to make himself cum. He wanted you so bad. His body erupted in tremors, shaking from how horny he was. His eyes fluttered, threatening to close on him and to allow himself to get lost in the scenarios his perverted mind came up with. His mind felt so clouded, so foggy with the thoughts of you. He wanted you to open your mouth so he could give you all he had to offer, make white ropes all over your face and your chest. He wanted you.

Reki shouldn’t be thinking of his best friend like this, holy fuck this was so wrong but you were so nice to him. He wanted you to be nice to him, just in another way. As he kept pumping himself, he whined again into his pillow to muffle the sound. He wondered if you would like how loud he was, how much he moaned for how fucking incredible you made him feel.

He could feel his balls tightening, but he needed more. Opting to switch his position, Reki placed his phone on his bed and sat up on his knees. Taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth, he tugged his headband off to rake a shaky hand through his untamed red hair. Fuck.

Fuck.

His jawline jutted out perfectly, his eyes looking down at the picture of you on his phone so ravenously. “Y/n,” his voice came out muffled due to him holding up his shirt, his stomach exposed to the moonlight streaming in through his window, “Please Y/n.” He moaned as he fucked into his hand, not wanting to close his eyes in fear that he would lose sight of you in all your — technically his — pink shirt and innocent smile glory. Feeling a tight snap in his lower body, Reki let out a final, wanton moan. His form crumpled over as he aimed right for his phone. He came all over your face as best he could, his eyes hazed with lust as he mumbled about how good you were to him, how nice you were for letting him even cum, and how you could take his dick so well. His face was burning up, a clear sheen of sweat forming on his forehead and making his body glisten in the low lighting of the night.

He basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, chest heaving as he caught his breath. An overwhelming feeling of shame flooded through him. He needed to stop doing this. He really needed to stop this dirty habit of his. It was so fucking wrong and very much perverted. Though deep down, he knew he wouldn’t. Reki knew damn well he would be coming back to those photos again the next day, after he would see you at the skatepark again.

If only he were aware of how you grind on your pillow each night to the thought of him, specifically that one moment where he had hugged you from behind and you felt the outline of his semi hard on against your ass. Your hands gripping the sheets as you wear that pink shirt of his that never quite lost that scent of him, crying out how much you wanted him instead.

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[cayenne-twilight]

CT’s back from the dead to analyze tf outta these images

Thank you to @call-me-rucy for making me aware of Level-5’s tweets with your post.

To open, I agree with @mysticpuzzleno001 that this desk very likely does not belong to Professor Layton. I also noticed the mug with the tea bag at first glance, and thought that it wasn’t the Professor’s style considering he’s a tea connoisseur who likes brewing loose tea.

I also thought that he’s not the type of person to keep mint gum lying around. No evidence for this, just that he never struck me as the type of person who likes chewing gum.

What else is in this image? There are a bunch of photos, and the only comprehensible one is of some buildings. I’m not sure what that thing with the recycling logo is, but it’s possible that it’s a pack of paper, a cardboard package, or a pizza box. If it’s a pizza box, that seems like the type of thing Al and Lucy might have in their office.

Lastly, I can’t tell what the shape on the bottom right is, but it’s outlined much thicker than the rest of the drawing. This leads me to believe that it might be part of a character, since manga artists, especially those working in black and white, want to make their simple, cartoonish characters contrast against the realistic and detailed background. Maybe it’s a shoulder with a short cuffed sleeve? The shadow implied that this shape is in front of/over the table, but it’s hard to tell what it is, especially with the angle of the drawing.

People have pointed out that this isn’t the Yard as it appears in any Professor Layton game nor LMJ/LMDA, but we’ve never seen the outside of the building in Mystery Room. I’m not sure how significant this is since they love to inconsistently redesign the Yard for no reason, but if it’s deliberate then it’d rule out Hershel and Kat as possible protagonists of this manga.

Who/what do I think it’s about?

Considering the overall tone of these drawings, I feel like they’re too serious and down-to-earth to be part of Katrielle’s world and more realistic than the Professor’s. Level-5 once said that they’re either done making PL games or PL’s adventures period (correct me which one), so if his years as a protagonist are over, I can’t imagine him getting a new manga.

Kat is predictable as a main character since the last two installments were about her, but her stories are always bright and bubbly, which doesn’t line up with the messy desk covered in papers and the rainy image of London. Katrielle doesn’t look at evidence and do paperwork, she runs outside and talks to everyone she sees on the street instead and gets right to the scene. The weather is also always uncharacteristically good in her world (someone’s clearly never been to London).

This leaves me with two possibilities. It’s extremely likely that this manga will be about LBMR. LMJ and LMDA both teased a LBMR sequel in Katrielle’s correspondence with Lucy in the game and Lucy and Al showing up at the agency in the last episode of the anime. The images of the desk and Yard match their story because, y’know, they work at the yard and their desks are typically covered in papers. They do their detective work in the mystery room rather than the field, and it’s in character for them to have things like bag tea, mint gum, and what is possibly a pizza box covered in yet more paper. We’ve never seen their Yard (seriously, does the Scotland Yard have multiple locations in the Laytonverse?), and this serious, realistic style matches the style of their game.

Second option. The manga isn’t about any of the three Laytons at all. They never said it would be. As an avid, unapologetic pusher of the Flora Main Character agenda, I’d love to see a new face solving the mysteries. I’m assuming this manga will be canon to the rest of the series, in which case I really hope some old characters at least show up. I want to see them again, and it’s quite frankly weird that we haven’t yet.

Overall, I think a “sequel” of sorts to LBMR is the most likely subject to the new manga. I might rb this post with updates when new teaser images come out, though, especially if my theory changes.

[chaeiimimi]

HEY BUBS! I HOPE YOU’RE DOING GREAT, PART TWO WAS SUCH A BOMB AS WELL ALDJAKDJA I’M LOWKEY GETTING BABY FEVER ALREADY AT THIS POINT LMAO JK AKSJAKS IF YOU HAVE TIME, I’D LIKE TO REQUEST OSAMU / SUNA / OIKAWA / AKAASHI ALDHAKS ANY OF THEM WOULD BE FINE UWU 😫

HEY BUBS I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY BFIWBFIWBF MY LIFE’S BEEN PRETTY CRAPPY LATELY, I’M GLAD YOU LIKED THE SECOD PART AAAAA STAY HAPPY AND HEALTHY BUBS ILY <3

Haikyuu Boys and a Single Mom Pt. 3

Featuring: Suna, Bokuto, Kenma

Suna Rintaro

despite being a professional volleyball player, Suna was still a university student, he evenly splits up his days to go to volleyball practice and university

he was always dreading to go to university, but he knew he needed it, and you, being his seating beside you in three classes, made university bearable

you had this amazing aura, always so gentle, and kind, you had a soft smile plastered on your face almost like a motherly smile, your voice was always calm and soft, you were just so breath-taking to look at

although you two never talked that much, Suna already knew a lot of little details about you, he once drove pass you walking to the kindergarten just one street away from your university, he knew that you carry a container of fruits in your bag, you always left as soon as classes for the day was over, and that was only a few among a hundred of little things about you

Suna admired you from afar, as much as he likes you so much it physically hurts him, love just wasn't his priority, his priority was volleyball and his career

or at least he thought

life surely has a great sense of humor because somehow you guys ended up being partners for a thesis paper

"I look forward to working with you Suna" you smiled

"likewise" he says with his usual blank face

Suna didn't want to admit it, but he was excited

"so, where do we work on this?" he asks looking at the notes he took for that class

"well, we can work on it at my place" you say casually while also looking at your notes

"are you sure it's okay?" he asks again to make sure, this girl, the person he's been crushing on for his two years in university is now inviting him to her place

"yeah, i can't really spend a lot of time outside, my son hates it" 

and just like that Suna was having a mini heart attack, you were married? you have a son? what-

“hey, you alright?” you asked worriedly

Suna quickly composed himself 

“uhh y-yeah, won’t your husband get angry?” he asks 

“oh don’t worry I raise Kiro by myself” you smiled

Suna looked at you strangely, unable to keep up 

you chuckled at his dazed look “I’m a single mother” 

Suna almost breathed out a sigh of relief, thankfully he was able to stop himself or else you would get the wrong idea

“yeah, yeah sure, let’s work on it at your place” he snapped out of it, did he sound too happy to hear that you were single? yes, but we ain’t gonna talk about that 

what was your ex thinking? he was pretty sure your kid was cute and you were so breath-taking to look at, what a stupid guy    

“what does your son likes?” 

“hm?” you asked him to make sure you heard him right 

“what does your son likes?” 

later in the evening, Suna showed up at your place with chocolate chip ice cream and the most expensive sushi he could find

you worked on your project for a good two hours, finalizing the outline of the thesis, while Kiro sat on Suna’s lap, your son immediately liked him, maybe because of the ice cream and sushi , but Kiro was very fond of him

“Kiro, baby, get off of Suna’s lap please he might get tired” you said to your son while you were keeping the things you used

“I don’t mind, he’s surprisingly light” Suna says as he bounces Kiro on his lap

“alright, if you say so, I’m going to prepare snacks” you made your way to the kitchen and left the two in the living room

“mister rin-rin” Kiro whispers while tugging on Suna’s shirt

“hm?” he answers looking at the kid, he was right, Kiro was extraordinarily adorable, it felt like he was looking at a smaller boy version of you and it was making her heart go feral, making him break his rules and try his best to get the both of you

“i want you to be my daddy” he whispers while fiddling with his fingers shyly

please this man is about to combust

he pats the boy’s head “sure bud” he said with a smile

“then can I call you dad?” he asks , eyes sparkling

“well it’s better to start early right? sure you can bud” he says, a full-blown grin plastered on his usually stoic face

Bokuto Koutaro 

the flashing and clicking of cameras occupied the whole room where the MSBY Jackals were holding their post-game press conference, they won the game by the way and Bokuto was in high spirits answering questions thrown at him by the reporters 

it was your turn to ask a question to the players and you stood up “Bokuto-san, your fans are always wondering why you’re always in high spirits, what is your secret?” 

Bokuto has never seen you before, were you a knew reporter? because damn he would’ve noticed you immediately if you were on their past press conferences, you looked like a celebrity to be quite honest 

“I’m playing volleyball, there’s no room for me to be unhappy” he simply says 

 it was you first day at your new job, quite frankly, you’re glad you quitted your old one, they forced you to stay behind the camera and write scripts for anchors when you finished a bachelor degree on broadcasting 

“Can’t blame him, I’m also happy when I do my job” you mumble to yourself as you remembered Bokuto’s answer to your question

“mama!” you looked at your son who was in the arms of your cousin Kuroo

“hey thanks for doing this for me couz” you say as they stopped right in front of you

“mama! have you seen the game?! they were so awesome! Uncle Tetsu promised me to go meet MSBY!” your son happily jolts in his Uncle’s arm

you looked at him with a motherly smile, happy that you’re son enjoyed the game 

“you coming with us?” Kuroo asked

“you two go ahead I’ll just rest for a bit” you were tired with keeping up with the game and asking questions 

the two nodded “alright, just show this to the guard and they’ll let you enter” Kuroo says, handing you a pass

you mutter a small thank you as you watch them walk away

let’s just say Gen, your son, was liked by every single member of the team, I mean, who could ever dislike such an adorable kid?

“MSBY cool! Shoyo pwaaa! Boto bam!” he says while jumping up and down, while Kuroo watched his nephew smiling

Bokuto was particularly very fond of him, was it because the kid was unbelievably adorable? or was it because the kid reminded him of a certain reporter? He’d like to think both

“Gen-kun who’s yer fav’rite player eh?” Atsumu asks the kid

the kid looked at eight full-grown man looking at him expectantly, his eyes stopped on the black-and-white haired spiker and made grabby hands towards him “BOUTO! BOUTO!” 

the members were disappointed but not surprised at all, kids tend to go to Bokuto or Hinata since they have the friendliest faces

“HEY! HEY! HEEEY!” Bokuto did not hesitate and lifted the boy up in the air, as they both giggle

“Tetsu?” your voice interrupted the commotion inside the room

Kuroo went to the door and opened it for you and the first thing you saw was your son giggling with the person stuck in your head for about twenty minutes now

“Mama!” your son screamed as soon as he saw you and asked to be put down to run towards you giving you a hug on your leg you looked down at him and patted his head gently

Kuroo cleared his throat “this is Y/N L/N my cousin, the mother of adorable the adorable Gen, she is single and ready to mingle, 2 in 1 you get an adorable son and a lovely wife, contact me for more details, the price can be discussed” 

you deadpanned at your cousin, why tf was he selling you like an auction, you shook your head 

you were hyper aware of the intensity of the owl-eyed spiker, making you blush

while Bokuto was over here thinking, damn he hit the jackpot an adorable son and an absolutely gorgeous wife? you bet he’s in and he’s gonna do everything he can to win you and make you and your son happy

“I’m sorry about him, please excuse me, my son and I needs to leave” you said politely and bowed as you take your son away

unbeknownst to you, Bokuto was in the middle of business with your cousin

“hey, how much for the details?” Bokuto whispers to his bestfriend as if they were in the middle of an illegal transaction

Kuroo looked at his friend with eyebrows raised

“I’ll pay any amount” Bokuto was very serious, which made the former Nekoma captain burts out laughing

“well, since you’re my good friend, a few drinks will do” Kuroo after his hyena laugh session

“Hey! hey! hey! thanks Kubroo!” Bokuto says in his usual cheery voice

later that night, you wondered why you were having dinner with your son, your cousin, and the former captain of Fukurodani, how he managed to get you flowers in such a short amount of time and this late at night was beyond your knowledge. But you weren’t complaining though, how could you when he looked adorable with a flushed face asking for your number after driving you and your son home.

Kenma Kozume

Kenma wasn’t fond of kids, he didn’t disliked them, he just preferred hanging out with adults who were less hyper, proceeds to hangout with Bokuto, Hinata and Kuroo

but he was a gamer and it is inevitable that some of his fans were kids, he didn’t mind it though he is thankful to each and everyone of his fans

being the twenty-eight year old youtuber/CEO that he is, he barely have time to go out and it happened very rarely, and today happened to be one of those rare occasions as he got out to get some ice cream in a very hot summer day

but he was in a for surprise, at an empty alley, he heard a ruckus

“give it back! please give it back!” 

it was never in Kenma’s personality to pry, but something was pushing him to go check out what was going on

he went inside to the dark alley and saw four boys, about eight years old, one was in the middle, his clothes all crumpled and dirty, his bag empty, his things sprawled out, scattered in front of him

“you want this thing? it’s not even the latest model, you think kodzu-” 

Kenma cleared his throat, already able to register what was happening

“ken” the bully continued

“you know kids, I don’t really like bullies” Kenma starts as he walks towards the little boy, picking up his scattered things one by one and putting it in his bag

“leave, before I report you to your school” Kenma says stoically which made one of the boys drop the game console in his hand as the three of them scramble to get out of the dark alley

the little boy picked up the game console and tried to open it, but to no avail, it was broken

Kenma went closer as he handed him his bag 

“are you okay?” he asked as he crouch down to the boy’s level, it was obvious that he was not okay, his face had little scratches and his clothes were all dirty and slightly damped 

but the little boy meekly nodded and looked down on his game console, which Kenma noticed 

“I can get you a new one” he says in attempt to cheer up the little boy, he didn’t know what was pushing him to do so, but his heart broke at the sight of him broke his heart 

“mister Kodzuken, can you please get this fixed for me instead?” for the first time, the boy looked at him with sad eyes

how could he say no to that face? he took the game console and looked at the boy

“is there a reason why you want me to fix it?” he asks

“my mom worked hard to get me that on my birthday, she didn’t buy her favorite coffee, her favorite bread, she patched up her shoes instead of buying a new one, she even lied to me that she wasn’t hungry when we ate out, I don’t wanna make her sad” the boy sadly said and wore his bag

Kenma was in awe, no wonder this boy was so polite and respectful

“alright, how but I’ll call your mother now, she is needed in this situation” Kenma says as he takes out his phone

the boy slowly dictates his mom’s phone number, and when he was done, Kenma was speechless, the number was already registered as his secretary’s number

Kenma shakily presses the call button

“sir?” your voice from the other line, never seize to make his heart skip a beat

“Y/n do you happen to have a son?” his voice was still calm

“yes, how did you know sir? i have a son he’s name is Eiji, he’s eight” you happily told him

“well, I kinda caught some kids bullying him, I think that you’re needed here” he says calmly 

“oh no, my baby, i’ll be there ASAP sir, please do send the location”

“I’ll send the location to my driver, he’ll pick you up” Kenma says and hangs up as he send a quick messege and the location to his driver

Kenma was supposed to ask you out tomorrow, that was the reason why he didn’t go to the office today, he was going to surprise you at his place because he didn’t want you, the girl he liked to the horrible people of the internet

you were too pure, too kind, you always made sure to get him something to eat despite his resistance, made sure that he doesn’t overwork himself and even going to the extent where you do some of his workloads, of course he trusted you enough to do so and you’ve been working with him for four years now

but you had a child? did you have a husband? but you’re resume said that you were single? is it a boyfriend?

“you know mister Kodzuken, mama always talks about you when I ask her about her day, I think she’s got a little crush on you” Eiji smiled softly at him

which almost made the former setter melt into a puddle, the boy was adorable, and even if his original plan was to just date you, he was more than happy to have Eiji, having a mini you around made it all even better, he wasn’t fond of kids but the little boy infront of him was an exception

“I think, I can make that happen” he smiles softly

the day after you appeared looking distressed, talked to your son’s bullies and their parents at the school’s principal office with Kenma and Eiji seating beside you, you were now inside your boss’ house, he was asking you to be his girlfriend, your son happily jumping up and down beside him

how could you say no, when four years ago, you were only dreaming of this moment? 

[kandyrezi]

Offers you some pocket lint and also a bag of chocolate buttons and an actual button or two

Can I get some uhhhhhh Yandere Ziki stuff?

—esurient;

pairing: yandere!ziki x reader

warnings: dismemberment, amputation, blood & gore

(a/n: I have no idea what on earth I’m supposed to do with those assortment of items you just electronically gifted me, but thank you anyway -

- yeah, not me thinking to myself upon seeing this ask ‘who tf is ziki?’ ……. OH, THE MOUTH WITCH. moment of enlightenment after that. (there are some bonus headcanons as well at the bottom of this fic! <3))

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SHE DIPS HER FINGERS into the crimson stain, placing the blood-stained digits on her tongue, identifying the one it belongs to. Unmistakable, no doubt. Her lover's blood isn't as tasty as some of the others' she's consumed – but it's inconsequential. The taste bears no meaning in comparison to the adoration she feels for the one who brightened up her world like no one else ever has.

(she remembers the look in your eyes – lost and confused – the very look you gazed at her with the first time when she spotted you.)

The blood splatters leave her darling's scent lingering, yet they themselves are nowhere to be found – most likely having somehow wandered off to somewhere. You must have hurt yourself, as she doesn't remember you bleeding when she'd left you on your lonesome.

(she fell in love with you the day she'd met you.)

It's too bad no one in this world will come to your aid, not like she did when she first met you. The other witches are all selfish and only acting in their own self-interest.

(not wanting to lose someone so precious and wanting to consummate your love, she took you back to her little place of residence hidden away in the witch world.)

Finding you is laughably easy when you didn't even make it very far in the first place; you're awfully noisy and the tongues on her body have excellent taste receptors. One of the mouths on her braided hair maims you in the thigh, hardly a challenge at all as you're still drowsy from your escape— rather, your impolite, unannounced departure. As you look up at your pursuer hovering on her broom with your one still-intact eye, instead of ghostly white, her eyes shine a captivating yellow much like the mysterious sphere resting in the skies.

You must have seen her then for who she really was.

A witch of hunger and rage.

She didn't want to inject you with her venom. Weaker creatures such as yourself were easily susceptible to it and would likely die from it ("cardiac arrest" Ptomain had described it as) as opposed to becoming immobilised.

You are not the human who had the prettiest lilac eyes who escaped from the mansion of a vampire lord. You are not the leopard seal girl with broken fangs she came across beached on an island.

But you're you, and that's all she cares about.

. . .

The source of light provided by a stream of orange glow from the skies reflected off of the leaves from the trees yet the bright hues do nothing in ways of giving comfort. It could be pitch black and your heart would threaten to beat out of your chest from terror in equal measure.

You're partially blind due to your missing left eye and your surroundings are alien to you. Never would you have willingly entered a maze of unknown woods, yet at this moment you're desperate. You wish some ghastly beast would emerge from from the underground to devour you right then and there to simply end it so you wouldn't have to endure it – anything at all to avoid the deadly clutches of Ziki.

The soles of your feet no doubt have developed callouses and your toes burn from how long you've been running while avoiding getting your ankle stuck in vines or treading on one of the many-eyed endemic snakes. You momentarily lean your weight onto a (hopefully) harmless tree trunk with your dismembered, two-fingered hand.

The wind blows, howling right next to your ear, causing a tremor of shivers to trail down your spine. You feel like you're being taunted, watched with a calculating gaze – you push yourself upright and are ready to sprint (to your death if you have to), but it only takes you less than a second—

The jolt of sharp pain in your thigh forces you to freeze up like an icicle as the painful sensation rapidly spreads through your body. You fall into the dirt with no way to brace yourself with painful collision. something (but you know it's in fact, a someone) has bitten you in the leg and the juncture above your ankle is maimed next.

Ziki might not be hunting you for the purpose of killing you (—or so she's claimed) yet obviously natural predator-prey instincts kick in when the one being hunted down isn't so keen on allowing the one doing the hunting to sink their sharp, sawtooth-like tusk into your thigh so she can't let you get away. Especially now when one of her twin-tail mouths latch on to and break through muscle and tissue, the stream of red running down your leg creating another warm shade of color to paint the woods with. You're too weak to struggle much due to injuries you've sustained back at the witch's residence and on the run, and the fight ends before it can even begin.

You slip in and out of consciousness many times – the words shifts and moves around you, but you aren't sure where you ended up, not until after you wake up again.

The braided witch is saying something but you can't make out all the words.

"Neither your eye... your fingers... enough."

Were you really taken back...?

"It seems... you still don't... the conjoin of our love, so..."

What is this lunatic saying?!

"...Zi-Ziki..."

Your head barely becomes clearer yet it still hurts, you realize it when you feel the tight hold of belts strapping you to a familiar chair by your ankles and shoulders. It must be her kitchen. Where she keeps her jars and other glass containers full of substances you don't want to know about. The herbs and flowers hanging from the walls can't block out the stench you feel oozing from them. You can't really see her, but a smile on her face was normally her default expression, so it's far from a stretch to assume so.

"But I'm not complaining," Ziki keeps on talking, "Not when the meat from your flesh is so... tender. I've been keeping you well-fed and nourished, you can thank Ptomain for giving me some tips. Not sure how she knows so much about the health of your kind, but..."

She leans forward to hold your hand with farce tenderness, her other fingers stroking the outlines of the veins on your wrist below.

"...it's good that you're here now! After this, you'll tell me how much you feel the same way that I do for you~! Don't worry, I won't let you die. A witch's promise."

All the mouths on her body open to showcase their sharp teeth right in front of you. you vaguely register her biting your arm off from the elbow with the mouth on her face while the rest hold your body still to keep you from struggling. It's not a clean bite – she twists and yanks as your bones crack and shatter while tissues come apart under her immense strength. It all happens in less than a few seconds yet your nerves are on fire and you can't remember screaming or crying or pleading – nothing – as your body forces itself into unconsciousness from shock and agony.

You pray you won't wake up again after this time.

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• Ziki has a desire to consume a part of her lover so they're with her always - probably a body part like fingers, an entire limb, earlobe, or an eye (rarely) - possibly keeps some in a jar as well. She "falls in love" easily but is unable to "keep them"for long because she becomes too overzealous in her treatment of them.

• She hates it when her darling runs away from her. It's enough to make her lose her composure and almost kill them when she finds them again - it's mainly a stroke of luck when she doesn't violently lash out at the moment of seeing them.

• Despite how much of a whacko she is, she is actually strategic when it comes to anatomy and knows best places to injure to keep a darling immobile or crippled.

• Ziki doesn't have any healing abilities like some of the other witches. If her darling were a human, they would most likely end up dying from the injuries which she inflicted.

• She is kept under careful watch of the Great Witch to make sure she doesn't go overboard but will sometimes turn a blind eye if it's some stray, weak human (since they don't usually survive under the harsh conditions of PBW anyway).

• While she will otherwise go for anyone, she has a bit of a fetish for humans in particular because she likes how frail and docile they are.

• Feels lonely since the death of her familiar (not caused by her). This might correlate with her desire to keep a plaything to fill in that void (...or it might not).

• The mouths on her body can open and eat things, but can speak with only the one on her face.

• Ziki is friends with Ptomain and Kagimori. Since they can do types of witchcraft that fundamentally differ from one another, Ptomain has given her tips on medical care and health without the need for magic usage. Kagimori sometimes complains about the mess from blood stains on the hardwood floors of Ziki's cottage when she goes in for a visit.

• Her eyes change color depending on her mood; her pupils are pure white when she's feeling more docile, but they turn yellow when her emotions become intense and she feels them strongly.

• Aside from her appetite for flesh, she also likes mandarin oranges.

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(a/n: ziki is literally a blank slate with just a visual appearance, so I got a little creative with her in ways you normally can't with established characters. I wrote the headcanons while i was trying to figure out her personality for just myself initially, but then decided to share them anyway.)