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btw to the anon who told me to kms and called me a disgusting pig and shit writer:

i’ve turned off anon messages so your bitch ass can tell me that face to face ❤️ unless you’re really the spineless piece of shit i think you are

hope you have a sample of your writing up so i can judge it to not be that of a talentless vapid loser who didn’t get enough attention from their mom so has to be a cunt online

#tw: hate

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akira fudo [devilman crybaby]

fluffy headcanons

—Akira is the biggest simp. He has several romantic notions about what a relationship should be like, and he’s excited to finally have someone to shower with love. Between his teenage years, when people would rarely glance his way romantically, and the years he spent adjusting to life as a devilman, when he was more focused on stopping the impeding apocalypse and holding onto his unrequited crush on Miki, he hasn't had much time to indulge in these sentiments. If you two are in a serious relationship, he is such a gentleman. He kneels down to tie your shoes for you, carries you on his back when you're too tired or drunk to do so yourself, and dotes on you when you're sick.

—That's not to say Akira is boring and predictable though. Akira brings a (shall we say) devilish character into any relationship. He's hyperactive (partly due to his demon side), and always suggesting you two go on motorcycle rides, or skinny dipping, or hiking, or camping. One of his favorites is: transforming into his devilman form and carrying you around in the skies. He's certainly not a man for the faint of heart.

—If you're more of a homebody, Akira can (begrudgingly) stay at home, but he will be competing with your phone or the TV for your attention. He's also not someone you can trust to sit still while you're taking selfies. The amount of times he's photobombed your photos is criminal (and for a handsome guy, Akira is 10/10 at making the most stupid faces).

—The biggest cuddle bug. This man acts like he'll die if he goes a day without touching you. He cuddles up to you anywhere, in any position. In public, he tones it down a bit, but he's still touchy—he has his arm flung over your shoulder loosely or his hand on your thigh under the table. In private, he enjoys being the big spoon, being able to slip behind you and hold you and remind himself that you're very much present in his arms. He's an absolute menace as an overnight cuddler though. He flings his arms over you and latches onto you, and you have to pry yourself out of his grasp if you need to move (it turns out devilmen also have unnatural strength in their sleep.) Not to mention he snores like crazy.

—Of course Akira notices that you borrow his hoodies, but rather than fuss about it, he lets you have them. He likes the way his clothes look on you. It also feeds into his possessive nature as a devilman. That is, until all his hoodies have mysteriously disappeared, and by then he has to confront you—not because he's mad, but because he finds it adorable.

"Is that mine?" he asks, knowing full well the answer as he curls an arm around you. The two of you are watching some mindless movie on the couch. "Maybe." "It's black." He points out. "I have black clothes, too." He raises a brow, grinning. "Doesn't look like your size." "I sized up. It's comfier." "I think..." He narrows his gaze. "I can still see the tag on it. Only Ryo spends that much on clothes. You sure that's not the sweater he gave me?" You bat your eyelashes at him innocently. Akira laughs, a full-bodied sound, as he hugs you to him. "It's not like I care. It looks good on you. You can keep it."

—You ask to use his phone one day and are surprised to see his lock screen—the most unflattering candid of you that you can fathom. You may or may not even be asleep in the photo, clearly drooling a bit. You pester him to change it, but he shrugs it off. It's not even a good quality picture, because when has Akira ever had the patience to take a good photo. But to your surprise he pockets his phone with a grin, shrugs casually and says. "But it's you. So it's perfect." (Still the sheer thought of how many people have seen his lock screen with you on it? Horrifying.)

—A very protective boyfriend, but it's honestly because he's aware of the dangers out there, whether that's other demons or humans with ill intentions. He doesn't demand to know where you are, but he will ask who you're going with, just to make sure you'll be safe. And honestly if he wanted to figure out where you are, Ryo tracks your phone so it would be a simple favor. He checks in on you throughout the night. Akira seems to have a sixth sense for knowing just when you need him the most, whether that's him showing up to stave off the advances of some weirdo or showing up as your designated driver. When it comes to demon hunting though, he can be obstinate. You're the last person he wants to put in danger, therefore you're sitting your ass at home.

—Speaking of.... as much as he’s drawn to the thrill of danger, you on the other hand will not be in any danger. He definitely doesn't let you walk home at night. He's offers to drive you everywhere, even though it involves his motorcycle. With you, it's not an option—he shoves the motorcycle helmet onto you despite your protests. What about Ryo? you ask. Ryo doesn't matter, a concussion wouldn't stop him from being the world's biggest smartass. You on other hand? He's all too aware of how much more fragile you are, how easily you bleed or bruise. And he'll be damned if he loses you.

—It takes awhile for your friends to come around to Akira due to his intimidating appearance. Not to mention the rumors that surround him due to his unique acquaintances ("That guy in all white he hangs out with... Is he part of the yakuza? Why does he carry guns around?" is one you often hear.) But Akira is a very much a Rottweiler boyfriend--scary on the outside, and an absolute sweetheart on the inside. After seeing him dote on you and show up to drive you home after work and after crazy nights out, they warm up to him. It helps that once you get to know Akira, he's really a dork.

—He namedrops you so many times in casual conversation that all his friends and family know about you before you’ve even met them. Before you’re even together honestly. When Akira has a crush, it's painfully obvious to everyone around him. You'll even catch Miki's parents asking if you're the person Akira keeps talking about, to which he replies with an embarrassed, "I-It's not like that at all!"

—The trauma of losing his parents has made him a bit paranoid about how quickly things can go south. When he's going somewhere he always makes sure to give you a goodbye hug and tell you how much he loves you. You never know.

—He wants to be the first to hear about your achievements and your successes. Honestly, he wished he had someone growing up to talk to about those things—the Makimuras were the closest he had, and of course he's thankful for their support and care, but it's not quite the same. He's your #1 fan.

—He literally hates having fights. The type of guy who starts tearing up if y'all have a real dispute. When things get too heated, Akira disengages, goes into a different room to calm down. The last thing he wants to do is fling hurtful words at you when he doesn't mean it. It also helps to calm down his tears.

—He would love to start a family with you. While he wouldn't want to pressure you to have one, he's ready. He's been ready. He's always wanted a family of his own. While the Makimuras practically raised him, the absence of his parents in his life really made him crave a stable family. Even just adopting a dog that the two of you can raise would bring Akira joy.

—He's a sentimental guy. He holds onto materialistic things that you give him--a sweater that's already started showing holes, a bracelet that's missing half its beads. Part of it stems from the fact that he struggles to let go. Even the shoes his mom would gift him every year, Akira tried holding onto them as long as he could.

—Akira attaches places to people. He doesn't remember things by their actual names, but refers to them as "our song," or "our restaurant," or “the first place we met” etc. It's quite endearing; it shows how often you are on his mind.

#akira fudo x reader #devilman crybaby x reader #dmcb x reader #akira x reader #tati writes

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hiya, can you do akira fudo sfw / fluff hcs? (giving you my prettiest please)

sure thing! i'll post them in a sec. <3

they're the first thing i've written in a few months so forgive me if i'm rusty lol

#ty for the request! #I love writing for akira #tati.txt

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ahhh i had planned to release some fics for vday, but life got the best of me.

it's still february though which means it's still technically on theme.

i haven't written anything new in a hot second but i do have lots of wips so i wanna know which you guys want to see first.

#tati.txt

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milky-fixx -> vampi-fixx

#new lewk new me #paying homage to my re-emergent goth stage ✌🏽

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FINALLY

it’s good to be at the cursed number 😈

#tati.txt

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btw the blog is going to undergo some revamping! i’ll be deleting some writing i’m not proud of, changing things up a bit, etc.

i was really tempted to delete this blog so this is a soft reset lmao

#tati.txt

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ending my hiatus to say that Nanami Kento deserves to be ridden into next week, into the sunset.

#my poor bb #at least he can rest now #jjk anime spoilers #watch this blog turn into a Nanami blog

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Everything you write is absolute magic, its so good! 😭

And as someone who is insanely weak for Izuru I just wanted to thank you for the food! The way you write him is amazing! 🥰🤗

hey babe, thanks so much!!!! this was such a lovely compliment to see 💖💖💖💖

i’m so glad you like izuru too 🤧 we’re alone on izuru island but we’re content!!! serenading our depressed little emo boy with lots of poems & other kinds of art ahem 🌝

thanks again!!!

#tati.txt #lovely messages

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A copy of this month's Seireitei Bulletin is placed atop your desk.

You peruse it, noting some of the usuals. News, awards, special events. But it's a poem in the corner that catches your eye, one that is listed as an anonymous submission.

the summer's rays pierce a lone marigold withers waiting for one's touch

You smile. Folding up the paper, you greet the fellow members of your division, taking note of Captain Otoribashi with guitar in hand, strumming tunes while humming to a melody.

You approach your lieutenant, who sits before a daunting pile of paperwork—no doubt one that his Captain neglected to finish in his haste to make use of this moment of inspiration. He looks deep in thought, his brow furrowed as he peruses the words on the page.

"Lieutenant Kira." He near jumps at your use of his title, whirling around towards you. You notice he shoves a few papers to the side, as if hiding them from prying eyes. "Nice poem, by the way. In the paper."

"Oh, ah... That—that wasn’t me.”

You raise a brow.

"Really? It kind of reminds me of your style. A bit bold, if you ask me, but…”

His cheeks redden. “Right. Bold. I’m not—I’m usually not that forthright.” He shrugs noncommittally, angling his body to further cut off your view of his desk. It’s then that you catch a glimpse of a few crumpled pieces of papers scattered about.

He clears his throat. “Nonetheless I’m sure whoever it was is a fine poet.”

You hum thoughtfully. “Yeah, they are…. I'm also sure that whoever they wrote it for will find it quite romantic,” you say off-handedly.

He straightens up in his seat. "What do you—”

"Waiting for one's touch," you repeat. "I wonder why wait when the flower can just seize the moment?"

#bleach x reader #bleach imagine #izuru kira x reader #izuru x reader #this was supposed to be for the vday event LMAOOO #btw I'm sure kira is a much better poet than I am hdofuhdfouhdoufh #also I recognize that in japanese #haiku syllable counts look different and are more complex but... I'm not learning a new language just for this event LMAO #tati writes

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izuru + “sticky”

1.3k words. surprisingly sfw until the very end, which is suggestive. fluff with a hint of angst. post-tybw zombified izuru. izuru's depression and lack of will to go on is its own tw.

Izuru’s come to hate summers.

He didn’t used to—or at least, that’s what Hisagi tells him. That he used to find beauty in all the seasons, that he could often be found notebook in hand, scribbling lines down as inspiration struck. While the picture he painted of Izuru (sunburnt and panting, gloomily fanning himself while griping about the stickiness of the heat) was less than appealing... the point is that he enjoyed the season in some way. The fireworks, the laughing children, the beaches, even the blistering heat.

He could find something poetic in it.

He could find something poetic in living.

And yet.

Something about summers now makes his skin crawl. Though he knows it shouldn't, not anymore. He can't feel the heat anymore, even if it is burning him. Not with his new... "upgrades." Kurotsuchi-taicho would scoff if he could see him shifting uneasily on the park bench now. The new body I’ve designed makes you impervious to trifling things such as the weather! Not even hellfire could stop you, Izuru Kira.

But yet.

Something about this body—this body that can't feel anymore—is unsettled under the glare of summer. The signs of life around him, the sounds of revelry—it all gives Izuru the distinct sensation of being an outsider. An undead man, dragged back into life. Bound to a place he has no business still existing in.

The cup of shaved ice in his hands is overflowing, dribbling onto the pavement between his feet, pooling into a puddle of melted watermelon sugar and ice. It's sticky, leaving a mess between his palms. He's barely touched it. He doesn't pay mind to it.

Pensive as he is.

The sound of laughter is a welcome reprieve. Offers a hand out of his thoughts, where he's often found himself these days. His gaze focuses, finding you.

You.

Giggling as you try to lick your fast-melting shaved ice as it dribbles off the edges, the peach syrup leaving a sticky trail on your shirt.

"Oopsies," you say as you catch his gaze. You crack a grin. "Made a mess." Oddly, you don't seem at all upset about it.

He manages a small half-smile, the sight of your joy making something in his chest clench. As if his once-beating heart could still pump.

"You don't like yours?" you ask, pointing at his forgotten treat.

"Ah. No. It's not that..."

You wait patiently for an answer that never comes. Izuru stares at the mess in his hands. He didn't really intend to eat it.

He only agreed to go out because of you.

"Wanna try mine?" You beam at him.

Izuru blinks. "No, thank you," he says politely, his lips twitching at the corners when you pout. He sets his cup down on the bench beside him, wiping his hands on the wooden planks. Pretending for a moment that he's not in utter awe at your radiance.

His palms used to get clammy when he was nervous. Izuru thinks they would be if he could right now.

But that's your allure, he supposes. You can take the undead parts of him, his cold, static heart, and make him feel something again. As if he's not just a hollowed out shell of himself. A remnant of who he once was.

You make him feel alive.

Or at least, as close to alive as he's been in awhile.

"Mm, Izu... I really think you'd like mine better."

"...You think so?" he says absently. Lost in thought, he doesn't catch the mischievous glean in your gaze. If he did, maybe he would react in time.

He stills as your leg hooks over him, settling onto his lap. Your arms come up to hang loosely around his neck. In this position, you're very much straddling him. If he could, he think he'd go red, as red as his shaved ice you've knocked over in your movement, pooling onto the pavement below.

"What are you—we—” Eyes wide, he's floundering for his words. You always have this effect on him—leaving him stumbling for his wits.

"Izuru," you pout. "You sure you don't want to try?"

"I—" His hands grip your thighs, attempting to hide the revealed skin that shows with your skirt hiked up. He's not pushing you away—he never could, anyways, not after you've stuck by his side—but in warning. His gaze darts around.

"What if someone sees--"

You giggle again, before shoving a spoonful of your shaved ice into your mouth. Before he knows it, you're swallowing his complaints with a kiss His surprise leaves his lips parted, and your tongue slips into his mouth.

Peaches. You taste sweet like peaches, the syrupy liquid dripping into his mouth with every press of your lips against his.

He makes a sound in the back of his throat, somewhere between a sigh and a strained whimper. His hands search for purchase, finding it by digging into the softness of your thighs. You squeal into the kiss as he grasp adjusts you, wrapping your thighs higher around his waist.

The two thoughts occur to him, in direct conflict.

You two shouldn't be doing this in public.

2. He doesn't want to stop.

He should.

...But he really doesn't want to stop.

Despite himself, he deepens the kiss, pressing his lips insistently against yours. Reminding himself that he's here, that you're here, that you've chosen him, of all people. A trail of syrup dribbles down his chin, and he bites back his grimace.

A small price to pay. If given the choice, he would drown himself in you. In your sticky, syrupy sweet love for him.

You pull away from the kiss with a small gasp, your eyelashes fluttering. Despite himself, Izuru's lip twitches, a small barely-there smile as he presses his forehead against yours. Your breathing is harsh as your nose brushes his.

"Well?" you ask breathlessly. "Did you like it?"

His lips part in contemplation.

"It was alright," he concludes with a wrinkle of his nose. "Too sweet." The delivery made it... palatable."

"Delivery, huh?" You raise a brow, smirking. "I had no idea it was that easy to get you to try things..."

He stiffens. "That—it's not like that!"

"Maybe that's how I should get you to do everything from now on~"

He sighs as he looks away, his fingers digging into your thighs. You giggle, cupping his face in your hands. Reluctantly he glances up at you with a sullen look.

"Don't be like that, Izuru. Don't you want more?" you ask him. Briefly chewing on your lip, making sure he catches the movement.

He drags his attention from your lips to your eyes. A flicker of interest stirs in his heavy gaze.

"...Will you give it to me the same way?"

"Only if you ask~"

He huffs, rolling his eyes. He squeezes your thighs again, pausing once his thumbs catch on something sticky. It's at this moment that he notices the sticky residue of his syrup left on your skin. So enraptured by the sight of the red smudges, he nearly misses your next words.

"There is another mess I'd like you to clean up, but we can't exactly do it in public..."

He stares up at you uncomprehendingly, until you raise a brow suggestively. Stiffly, he grabs you, easing you off of him and onto the bench, before he stands. Reaches out a hand behind him.

"We can clean up in my barracks."

"Oh~ Is Lieutenant Kira inviting me over to his place?"

He pauses, glancing at you sternly. "Only because you've made a mess," he says, before swiftly leading you back to his private quarters, haste in his steps.

Needless to say, he is thorough at cleaning up the mess you've made.

#izuru kira x reader #bleach x reader #izuru x reader #bleach imagine #summer prompts #tati writes

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where i’m at emotionally, physically, mentally, etc.

#tati.txt #shitpost.txt #bleach spoilers #izuru kira #my type? depressed and miserable and in need of femdom 😫😤 #the way this absolute twink of a man has distracted me from Miguel’s ass? legendary #fuck it honestly I’m just going to work on my WIPs for him 😤 #i am truly gonna spam the izuru x reader tag 😩

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to the person who asked if payback is getting a part 2--

i accidentally deleted the ask instead of posting it HOUASDHFOU

but i did promise @unohanadaydreams​ that i would give her a part 2 to that fic because it was her late christmas gift lmao... like 2 years ago. and i avoided that by writing her that kenpapi fic instead last christmas 🥹

the idea for payback part 2 is sitting in my pile of WIPs... perhaps for the next holiday season 😈

#tati.txt #the way the mayuri fucker fic will follow me to my grave LMFAO

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this might actually be the year i post my childe bday fic on time 😤 i started it like 2 years back when I first got into genshin but it’s been a WIP since then  because i keep missing his bday SHDHDJFKF

it’s a mafia AU FWB phone sex fic part 1 at least 👀

below is a preview:

“I was actually thinking you could help me let off steam in another way.”

There it was.

“I’ve got a big assignment coming up, and I just,” he sighs. “It always gets the blood pumping.”

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I’ve been stroking myself since we started this call, so….” At your splutter he laughs. 

...

“I’ve been hard for a few days now, you know that? It bites not having you here,” he groans.

“When I get back to Liyue,” his voice is strangled, straddling a line of tension. “We’re gonna rent a room in the biggest, glitziest hotel. And I’m going to fuck you on every damn surface of it. The counter, the bed, the stupid, porcelain tub. Against the windows. The whole country’ll know who’s fucking you,” he promises.

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #fic preview #would love to know if there's any interest in it! #even if there isn't I owe it to my very first genshin main to post smut for his bday HAHA #tati.txt #writing update

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tati, get over your stupid and unattainable perfectionistic tendencies so you can start publishing your WIPs!!! 😤😏✌️😬😎🥺🤣👹👺

#I legit have 50 just marinating in my drafts at all times good lord #some of those are the summer drabbles which I started but didn’t finish bc I like edging 🤪 #lol jk it’s because I nitpick everything & talk myself out of posting 🥹 #ready 2 abort these drafts tho. be free. go into the world. let me never see you again pls & thank u #finally releasing your long awaited wip into the world is like taking the world’s fattest shit lmao 🤡 #apologies to whoever is awake and reads these tags 😎 am having a manic episode but at least i’m powering through some drafts #then i gotta wake up in a few hours to make spicy tuna rolls for breakfast 😎✌️ #tati.txt

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scaramouche + “drenched” 

for @scaranya​. thanks for the request!

tw/cw: 18+, cunnilingus, scaramouche is kind of a mean dom, but not as mean as he usually is

The slick sound of slurping between your thighs, paired with the exquisite feel of his lips suckling your clit sets your nerves afire. You plant your hands on either side of you, attempting to raise your hips--to get away from him? to push yourself closer to his mouth? You’re not sure yourself. But your efforts prove futile. His grip is iron, his lithe frame betraying the sheer strength in his hands as they pin you down to the bed.

“This...” You swallow hard, your toes curling into the sheets, as you grind into his mouth hopelessly. With a shaky moan, you feel yourself come undone beneath him, bit by bit. “This isn’t exactly what I meant by--c-cooling down, you know..!”

There’s a challenge in his violet gaze. A sharp pinch to your inner thigh has you jolting, but then he kisses your clit soothingly. His mouth releases you with a pop before he licks his lips clean of your juices. His tone is level, conversational even. 

“I said we would test it, right? Your theory that I ran cooler than you. Heh... seems like it’s a moot point now though.” He eyes your glistening, drooling slit with barely-concealed arrogance. “You’re burning up down here. You’re practically soaked.”

You squirm under his scrutiny. The way he looks at you, as if you’re a fledgling creation of his. “You’re such a jerk,” you mutter, curling your leg back, aiming to kick his shoulder. But he blocks it easily, the fingers of one hand curling around your ankles as he yanks. You yelp as the movement smacks his nose right up against your clit. He takes advantage of your surprise to spread your legs even wider. 

“Relax,” he says, glancing up at you through his lashes. The way it makes him look even more beautiful than before is downright criminal. You throw a few choice words at him, his gaze narrows dangerously. His grip tightens a fraction. 

“I said relax.” Reluctantly, you do so, and he hums his approval. “Good girl. Isn’t this better than your incessant complaints about the weather?”

You purse your lips. “Incessant--”

He rolls his eyes at your indignation. You’ll forgive him for his comments, and even if you don’t, it’s of no consequence to him. You won’t even remember what you’re up in arms about when he’s done with you. His long fingers reach out, stroking a stripe down your clit, watching with half-lidded eyes as your folds part for him. Your hips jerk upwards, a soft mewl escaping your lips. So obedient. So receptive to his touch. 

And all his. A sight only for him. 

Gaze trained on your heaving chest, he brings his fingers to his lips, tongue darting out to taste you once more. 

His eyes flutter shut, a soft exhale leaving his lips. 

“…Good. You taste really good.” 

#scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche smut #genshin smut #ADALYNN girl there was a cracky start to this fic that I decided to take out but ngl I might just post it separately LOL #not sfw #tati writes

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rumor has it this showed up on Y/N’s recommended

Akon (Bleach)  » June 29

#ty for remembering me and my trashy fic on his bday 🙏 #poor akon bears the brunt of everyone’s mess #akon: aNoThEr MeSs taicho???? #mayuri: looks into the camera like that dude from the office #tati.txt #shitpost.txt