#hmmm i guess if i try to switch it around. but hmmm.

[lokh]

i think my biggest problem in time management is that i totally overestimate how much energy i have

#so for example ill be like Oh ill play one game. and sometimes i do play more than one lol #but a lot of the time i get to the end of that game and... im too tired to do anything dhbdjdj???? #i dont know if its mental or physical but. theres a problem lmao #hmmm i guess if i try to switch it around. but hmmm. #i want to say 'maybe its just about motivation i bet if u switched the tasks around u would #have enough energy left to play a game' but that doesnt necessarily say anything about motivation #it might just mean eg 1 hour drawing takes less energy #also really fucking annoying how autocorrect doesnt want to work in tags

[nocturnalrorobin]

Knotted Fantasy

Marco x reader x Izou

Thanks @quinloki for helping me with this one. It meant a lot. (●'◡'●)

CW: Sir kink, Oral receiving & giving, vaginal & anal penetration, dp, knotting (I think that's it)

Wc: ~ 2600

MDNI

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“Guess who is coming for a visit yoi!” Marco entered the small house he shared with you, still holding his transponder snail.

“Please tell me it's Izo!” You sat up in the bed, because you’d been sleeping in like usual. 

“Don’t you think it’s time to get up Beautiful? You should eat breakfast. Yoi.” Marco sat down at the edge of the bed and caressed your cheek, while his thumb ran over your lips and you started kitty licking it. “Careful! Don’t start anything you can’t finish baby yoi!” He said and his eyes turned predatory. 

He climbed on top of you, towering over you and you could see on his strained pants how hard he was. You were so small under him, like a mouse. You ran your hands up his thighs, over his length, and eventually pulled down pants and boxers together. 

The moment his cock was free it slapped your cheek and you let out a whine seeing all that precum. Marco watched you as you hungrily used kitten licks to clean his huge cock from all the precum, you gave two good pumps before finally the tip breached your mouth. He let out a guttural moan when he felt your wet small mouth all around him and grabbed your hair. 

When you felt the tip hitting the back of your throat, you tried to breathe slowly, but Marco was pent up. He wanted to release it deep in your throat and so he started to thrust roughly into your mouth. The pace forced you to steady yourself while holding onto his hips. 

”God, baby you feel so good.” He moaned while never breaking eye contact with you. Your gagging just turned him on more, he grabbed your hair and pulled hard. “That's it baby, you are doing great. I’m almost there. Make sure to swallow it all!” 

Just as he finished saying this his thrusts became unsteady and he released  down the back of your throat. You enjoyed the sight of him when he is a moaning mess and becomes undone. When he pulled his cock out of your mouth he pushed the tip against the lip to push out the last drops and you quickly licked them up.

Marco noticed how you were pressing your thighs together the entire time trying to get some fraction. “Is my baby needy and pent up?” He cood and pushed his hand between your legs only to find you dripping wet. 

“Hmmm Marco please!” you whined thrusting into his hand. 

“Please what? Baby? You need to use your big mouse voice!” Marco enjoyed teasing you like this, he slowly ran his long fingers through your wet folds collecting slick and stopping just before your clit.

“Please Marco, let me cum! I wanna cum!” You begged. He ran his thumb over your clit and you immediately arched your back. While his thumb was busy with your clit, two of his fingers pushed inside your pussy. You whined at the intrusion. 

“I want to fill you up so bad, baby, but Izou would punish you if you would not wait for him later, yoi.” He smirked when he felt you clenching down on him when he said Izou’s name.

“I can’t wait that long, my love please. I want you inside me!” You begged 

“Oh you drive me insane, baby…” sighed Marco “but no. I know Izou wants to watch me breed you, for all I know he wants to be part of it.Yoi” His fingers were still inside you though so you started moving your hips, basically fucking yourself on his fingers. “You are such a spoiled brat, yoi.” 

Marco didn’t want to leave you hanging, his mouth quickly found your bundle of nerves and started sucking on it. His long fingers pumping in and out of your throbbing pussy and his other hand started playing with your nipple. He switched between ferociously licking your clit and sucking it, and with every new action your moans got louder. When Marco found that one spot inside your pussy he curled his fingers and sped up his pumping.

“Marco I… I’m gonna..”  You were about to lose it, but Marco did not stop. He pinched your nipple and sucked your clit and his other hand kept pumping, until you came all over him. He gently eased you through your orgasm, before he removed his hand and deeply kissed you.

“I love you baby, but it’s time to get up now. Yoi” He smiled at you and pinched your cheeks.

 “Well so did you two have a good time? I didn’t want to interrupt.” You both looked up and saw Izou sitting on a chair, he had been watching the entire thing. He got up and walked over to the bed  lifting your chin between his thumb and index finger until you looked at him and couldn’t look away. “You were a brat.” He said, before bowing down to peck you on the lips. 

You spend the day catching up with Izou, but couldn’t wait for evening to come around. “During my travels I met a friend of mine, who ate an interesting Devil Fruit. It lets you make someone else's fantasies come to life for a short period of time as long as their fantasy is not involving something criminal.” Izou paused and placed a teabag in front of you. “If you want me to knot you, simultaneously to Marco all you have to do is drink this tea.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, this was all you ever wanted. It was hard to hide your excitement about this “How quickly will the effects last?” Izou smiled when he saw the sparkles in your eyes.

 “They last until your fantasy is fulfilled my little kitten.” Marco places a pot of hot water in front of you, so you can steep the tea. Time passed slowly, while you waited until you could drink the interesting beverage. 

Finally it was evening and of course you wore something special for the occasion. In the bathroom you put on cat ears, a black choker and a cat tail. The two men were sitting on the edge of the bed when their mouths fell open when they saw you. “Do you like it?” You asked nervously. 

“Very much so my kitten, but you still need to be punished. Is your safeword still Pineapple?” Izou took no risks. 

“Yes, it is Sir.“ Izou patted his knees, signaling you to bend over them. 

You felt his large hand first playing with your tail then running up and down your ass, being disciplined by him excites you so much you bite down on your lip. 

“That's a very nice tail you have there my little kitten. How did you insert it by yourself?” His grip on your ass became a little rougher and you knew exactly where this question was going. 

“In the bathroom. I prepared myself with Lube and my fingers.” 

SLAP!

“So twice now you tried to hide things from me.” 

SLAP!

“But Sir, you were watching this morning, it shouldn’t count.” 

SLAP!

“It does though as you didn’t know and stop with the back talking!” 

SLAP SLAP SLAP!

“Aaaaah! I’m sorry Sir.” You looked at him with an apologetic look in your eyes. 

“I will forgive you, if you take ten spankings on each cheek and count them out loud for me without fail.” 

SLAP!

His hand came down in full force and you clenched down on the plug. “Hnnnnng…. One'' 

SLAP!

“Tw…. Two.” Marco enjoyed the show, because he knows how much you loved this. He took two of his fingers to swipe them through your wet walls and collected your slick to show Izou what he is doing to you. You almost lost it when you felt Marco’s fingers. “Hmmmm…Sir please.” 

Izou sighed in defeat, and gave Marco a look. “This is your doing, you know? You spoil them too much!” He gently picked you up and sat you on top of his knees. “You did well my little kitten, though I think you need some time away from Marco.” You only shook your head. 

“Don’t blame this on me, you are the one that stopped the punishment. Yoi.”  Marco grinned down at Izou. 

“How do you wanna do this my little kitten? Who do you want first or do you want both at the same time?” You bit your lip when you saw Izou’s predatory grin. 

“I want both of you at the same time Sir!” Marco went and got the lube while you both got comfy on the bed, all of you were already naked.

Izou started kissing you deeply, his tongue demanding entrance. Your wet muscles danced with each other, but he was clearly dominating. “I want you on my face, my kitten. Let me taste you!” He panted into the kiss. As soon as you placed yourself, you felt his tongue devouring you. After letting out a moan, you leaned forward to take in his length and there really was a knot at the base of the penis. 

Marco lifted your head before you could do anything though, his eyes were glowing bright blue - yellow just like his fire. You knew he wanted to transform and let loose. “Baby think you can handle it if I remove the tail? I want to prepare you properly so you can take me in.” He pushed his tongue in your mouth while his hands were slowly sliding down on your back. After he bit your lip he looked at you for consent and you nodded hazily because you wanted to kiss him again. 

Meanwhile Izou played with your clit while his fingers played with your opening. “Do you want me in here, little kitten?” when you didn't reply he gave you a gentle spank on your ass. 

“Yes, Sir please!” You moaned into the kiss. Your tongue danced with Marco’s, giving in to his dominance. His left arm circled at your entrance causing you to whine. His right hand started playing with your breast, first cupping and squeezing it and then he went on to play with your nipple, while you moaned into the hungry kiss your teary eyes saw the blue flames on his back creating a wing that wrapped itself around Izou’s cock. 

Izou’s breath hitched when felt the feathery touch, increasing the speed of his tongue on your clit. “Ungh Marcooo…. Siiiiiir….” Izou bit down on your clit and you almost lost your mind, pumping his -at this point three fingers- in and out of your pussy. 

Marco kept scissoring the muscle of your entrance and also added a third finger, while leaving wild kisses down your neck leaving hickeys in its place.  Both men increased their speed and you kept thrusting your hips forward until the three of you came. You crawled over to Marcos' wing and licked it clean of Izou’s cum. 

“Such a good little kitten, don’t forget Marco’s sperm on your belly now.” Izou commanded. 

You placed yourself on top of Izou’s huge cock wondering if it would even fit even though you had taken him so many times before. Using your hand to help guide it to your pussy, when you felt the head at your entrance you let out a whine because of the stretch. You slowly eased yourself down on his length, using his belly for your hands to stabilize yourself.  When you bottomed out you stayed like this for a bit to get used to the stretch, Izou truly enjoyed the view he loved how he stretched you out. He grabbed your hips and thrusted hard and deep. 

“Aaaaaah.” You threw your head back with a loud moan. Marco’s face appeared in your vision with a grin on his lips. 

“You ok baby? You want more?” He licked your lips to gain entrance, but it was only a short kiss as you suddenly felt his talons encircle your waist and push you down. 

“Hmmm Marcoooo” you sighed, but Izou’s hand cupped your cheek so you would look at him. 

“Don’t you dare forget about me, little kitten!”  You leaned into a deep kiss with Izou.

Marco rolled a condom over his cock before he joined in, after he used enough Lube he started to ease his way into your tight ass. “God, you are so tight baby! Please try to relax a little!” His talons gripped you tighter, while his hands found your nipples and squeezed them. You let out a deep sigh into the kiss. Once Marco bottomed out, he started moving slowly, setting the pace for Izou. 

Both Izou and Marco left a trail of bite marks on your neck, always switching between biting, sucking and licking. 

You felt so full and you felt both moving inside you, it drove you insane with pleasure. You let out a broken cry when Izou’s thumb found your clit. As the three of you seemed to come closer Marco pulled out and got rid of the condom. 

“Are you sure about this baby?” He asked one more time. 

“Yes I want the both of you knotting me at the same time!” You said sure of yourself but seeing Marco’s size made your confidence waver. 

Marco made sure to use a lot more Lube. While his hands tried to stretch you open some more, he very slowly pushed in paying close attention to you. Izou rubbed gentle circles on your lower back. 

“You are doing great, my little kitten.” Izou said, kissing you softly.  

When Marco was fully inside he let out a deep sigh because of how tight it was. You and Izou were both engulfed in Marcos blue flames and his talons gripped you so tight you were sure they tore your flesh. Izou started grunting loudly; it almost sounded like a growl. He couldn't wait any longer; he set a wild pace for Marco to follow. You could feel how each one of them wanted to breed you, trying to get deeper inside you. All this squelching and erotic noises  and you just follow their rhythm bouncing on their cocks and enjoying the tight grip of his talons. 

“Sir, Marco I’m so close.” you moaned while being fucked.  Marco took his talons and used them to pinch your nipples. Then he whispered in your ear.

 “Maybe I should teach you Medicine. You could be my little student. I could literally drill my lessons into you! Or I could be your Master, my baby.” The last sentence pushed you over the edge, you came hard, squirting all over Izou which in turn caused him to unleash his load with Marco following right after. 

Because of the knots, you collapsed against each other and were stuck warming their cocks until they were both able to calm down. 

After half an hour the guys were back to normal. Izou came back with damp washing cloth so he and Marco could make sure you were ok. 

“Guys! I’m fine really! I wanted all of this.” You said looking between the two of them. Marco already had to heal serious scratches he caused with his talons, but your pussy was luckily only swollen from being so abused by two huge cocks. As the aftercare was taken care of you laid there cuddling. 

“Can you get more of this tea? I have another fantasy I want to try. I want to top you and Marco without a toy.” You said with shining eyes. 

Izou petted your head with a smirk and replied after pecking your lips. “I have a whole basket with me, my kitten! Go wild!”   

#one piece fanfiction #marco the phoenix x reader #izou x reader #izou one piece #marco x reader x izou #18+ mdni #one piece smut

[life-winners-liveblog]

Well this will be fun to watch.

Good luck..? I guess?

- ???

Grian: Ok, Scar, you'll go first.

Scar: Really!?! Oh yeah!

Grian: Yes, what is your character doing right now?

~~~~~

Grian: You make your way to the clearing. What do you do?

Scar: Oh, so I need to search for the med- meci-

Grian: Medicinal herbs, yes.

Scar: I'm going to look around for them.

Grian: Give me a perception roll.

Scar: Oh sure! 14! That's good right?

Grian: You make your way to the clearing, the cover of the tre leaves fading into a clear blue sky, you see bushes of various shades and heights growing on the grass floor, you quickly find the herbs you were looking for surrounded by bushes of other plants.

Scar: Do I recognize these other plants?

Grian: ... Give me a nature roll.

Scar: Oh right uh...1?

Martyn: A nat 1? We have our first nat 1 of the campaing people.

Scott: Is...that bad?

Grian: It's called a critical fail...you look at the plants and they look so alien to you that you start to worry they aren't even plants.

Scar: What!?!

~~~~

Grian: You come across a wooden hut and...

Scar: And?

Grian: We leave you here while we move to a different part of the woods, Pearl?

Pearl: Yeah?

Grian: What is your character doing right now?

~~~~~

Grian: You want to...tame...the werewolf.

Pearl: Yes.

Grian: Olive?

[I agree with mom!]

Grian: Of course you do ...uh...Would that count as charisma or animal handling?

Pearl: I don't know, you are the uh...

Martyn: DM?

Pearl: That.

Grian: Roll animal handling then-

Pearl: Nat 20.

Grian: I- ok then, you manage to somehow calm the werewolf down so now you can make your way foward.

~~~~~

Grian: As you make your way back to your hut you see...a fae?

Scar: That's me!

Grian: uh...yes.

Scar: Our characters are meeting Pearl.

Pearl: Sure thing mate.

Grian: I'm going to leave you here Pearl as we move to the town, to a traveling elf and his body guard.

Scott: My turn!!! Ok, this is exciting.

Martyn: And mine... I'm the bodyguard.

Scott: Well make sure to protect me.

Martyn: Of course.

~~~~

Grian: The guard stops you-

Martyn: Why!? We litterally didn't do anything!

Scott: You tried to punch a merchant.

Martyn: Well he shouldn't have scammed us! I'm going to tear the guard a new one.

Scott: Martyn-

Grian: Roll for intimidation.

Martyn: 18 baby! Listen here, guard, if you don't want to catch these hands like that con man you better not even try anything, we are in a hurry and we have no time to waste, If we arrive late to our meeting with the high bishop it will be your fault and you will be punished for it.

Grian: ...The Guard quickly scurries off.

~~~~~

Grian: You finally reach the town church just in time for your meeting with the bishop.

Scott: We aren't late? Good.

Grian: And I'll leave you here while we switch to Cleo, what are you doing?

~~~~~

Grian: You make your way trough the tunnels of the city when you come to a circular room, light filtering from above-

Cleo: Is there anything I should know about in the room?

Grian: Roll for perception.

Cleo: 11.

Grian: Ok, you see this room is covered by a mess of debris but you think you can recognize metal stairs leading upstairs.

Cleo: Hmpf, Good enough for me.

Grian: So do you make your way upstairs?

Cleo: Not yet, what would I need to roll to move the debris?

Grian: I'd say athletics.

Cleo: Hmmm, 13, is that enough?

Grian: It is. You start moving the debris when the ground starts to move, roll a dexterity save.

Cleo: Ah! Finally some action, 6.

Grian: You try to keep your balance but fail and fall.

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #scott smajor #martyn inthelittlewood #grian #pearlescentmoon #Goodtimeswithscar #??? #zombie cleo

[thepalaceofharuhime]

Hmmm…

Looking at your fandoms, I can’t help but think some sort of Bingqiu in Spy X Family (or a SxF Xianxia fusion) could be super fun!

The question is… what would their roles be.

Assassin Luo Binghe, or spy Luo Binghe… and which of them gets gender swapped. 🤔

Oh!! Maybe Shen Yuan was meant to be an ally of the female half of the main duo, Liu Mingyan, but through shenanigans he somehow ends up with her role instead, and the System demands he fake marry Binghe anyway. 😂

This is exactly the kind of prompt i was hoping for! TY!!! 🙏

The way i see it Binghe would definitely be the assassin, Shen Yuan is too big of a softie not to mention one who so easily put on the mask of another man before so he would definitely be the spy.

But also being oblivious to feelings yet a capable badass, bad in the kitchen, feeling inadequate as a partner? All Shen Yuan. Binghe with his protagonist Halo meanwhile would fit better with Mr. All around perfect Husband. So i guess it'd be a little like Yor and Loyd had switched professions.

Shen Yuan's over protective brother in a position of power? I wonder who that would be? Enter Shen Jiu haha. Rather than secret police he'd be a detective looking in to all the murders rather than keeping state secrets from spies though. To keep that rivalry between him Binghe. The family member Binghe became an assassin to provide for? His mom. The gardener AKA the guy who hired him and hands him his missions? Meng Mo. Franky,the spy's funny informant and gadget supplier, occasional babysitter and not to mention bestfriend? Shang Qinghua.

I dont know if i should replace Fiona with Liu Quinge as Fiona's character really would fit Binghe better. But Liushen is a weakness of mine even if onesided and those two were just made for coworker romances. Maybe I should give Binge someone trying to woe him too? Sha hualing? Then if i dont go with your other idea of having SY transmigrate in to Liu Mingyan (which i am saving up in my head because i absolutely love the idea) then i can add something in the background with her and Sha hualing. I'm positive i could find a way to write in Mobei for SQH or i could go with Scumplane and have him end up Shen Jiu and actually yeah that would work, need to distract SJ long enough for Bingyuan to get it on afterall. Oh what about SQH x SJ x LQG? Or should Shen Yuan get a second husbandafterall? Alternatively imagine LQG crying over a bowl of icecream.

Next question is if SY didnt transmigrate into LMY then who is he? What about Ning Yingying? Who could be SJ's little sister in this world? Or he couldve just been put in there as a female version of himself. Or like it was with Shen quingiu a character who vaguely resembles him and has a similar name. She just happens to be a woman though. Or maybe go with the mulan aproach and have him crossdress? But then how does he explain to his brother that he's suddenly - he could say that he's in love with binghe and the only way to marry him was fake his papers to pretend to be a woman since queer marriage isnt yet allowed in their fictional country. Like no one cares if they date its just they havent gotten to the legalisation of marriage yet. And if SJ asks why they had to get married so suddenly anyway (cuz no way in hell is SY getting away with saying he forgot to tell him for a year) he could say that they had to so they could adopt their daughter. Who in this case scenario could be Ning Yingying, should she still have Anyas powers? damian could be Ming fan or the little palace girl or whatever (im not yet far enough in the books to now her and the old man that well so id have to check the wiki) and i could make the palace master donovan desmond and have SY and LBH team up to take him down in the end.

Anyways yeah these are just some ideas, and again thanks for the prompt! I can't wait to write this! Maybe i'll draw something for it later too. ❤️

#mxtx svsss #svsss #svsss fanfiction #svsss au #luo binghe #luo bingge #luo bingmei #fanfiction #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #liu qingge #liu mingyan #ning yingying #sha hualing #shang qinghua #spy x family #spy x family au #fake marriage

[creative-kny-fics]

Your Giyyu/Sanemi/Muichiro fic series is so cute! You make their antics so entertaining. You havent written these three together for a while, so I was wondering if I could please request a ler/lee switches with them? Please feel free to decline no problem ofc :)

You are right... It's been a while since I did! (I think it took me longer to look for pictures of these three together in some edit than thinking about the narrative)

(Warning: They may contain profanity or mentions of something sexual, read at your own risk-)

Switchs: Giyuu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa and Muichiro Tokito

You must have a lot of patience to be a teacher, but patience was something Sanemi lacked.

He was reviewing the latest exams that his students, including his brother, had taken, and the results left much to be desired.

'These idiots, why do I expect one of them to get a perfect grade? Hmmm...?', he took the test and analyzed it carefully.

There was no mistake, it was a perfect exam. 'Finally, someone with a brain. Who is this student?'

"Genya Shinazugawa"? Woah... He had really surprised him. He wasn't going to wait until the next day to announce to Genya that he was happy, plus he promised to give his something in return if Genya got better and he was a man of promise.

'I congratulate you, it is the best average you have ever had. I won't say how much it is, you surprised me...', Genya was excited. 'The classes with Muichiro have helped me!'

'What...?', Genya covered his mouth, he was expecting a scolding from Sanemi, but apparently he was too calm to ruin his night, so he would leave it for tomorrow or who knows when.

'So Muichiro has taught him, that boy must have something special'

'And I do...', Sanemi turned around, the youngest was behind him. 'Oh, so it's you. Well, I guess as a teacher and Genya's brother, I congratulate you for helping him to improve.'

'Genya is your brother...? Not seem'

Well, Sanemi's hair was white while Genya's was black, but they were.

'Yes he is, do you have a problem with that?'

'Oh nothing... It's just that, Genya is kind of attractive and you... Well, I think you understand. I still want to know how Giyuu-Sensei came to notice someone with you...', Muichiro shrugged as he smiled and turned around, preparing for his escape.

Giyuu always ate alone, it was not surprising since, according to Tanjiro and Zenitsu, he cannot converse while eating, but only something would interrupt his snack...

'What is that sound?! HEY!!!', Giyuu watched as Muichiro ran past, for no apparent reason to him.

He got up and blew his whistle while chasing him, it didn't take him long to catch up with the minor and right then and there, he punished him.

Any other student would be annoyed, but apparently he wasn't, he shrugged and made a show about not wanting to be punished and so on, all fake.

'Look, I totally understand that it's recess and so on, but that's what there is a court for. Hallways aren't for that, understood?' 'I'm sorry Giyuu-Sensei... I forgot...~'

Giyuu leaned back in his chair, until someone knocked on the door, probably another student who would have been punished by another teacher, or perhaps one of the trio of InoTanZen friends. 'Who-? Oh, Shinazugawa, it's not...-', Giyuu gasped as Sanemi hugged him.

'I missed you, I thought the day would never end...' 'I missed you too, but not now-! ECK!!'

Sanemi is affectionate (in private), and although Giyuu liked that, there was a student present! Their relationship was supposed to be kept secret, but, they are not so secretive as to pretend.

'Ehem, Giyuu-Sensei, if you want to fuck Shinazugawa-San, I could leave... But I recommend you go to a motel. It would be better in your house Giyuu-San, younger brothers can be a problem...', Muichiro smiled cheekily.

Sanemi looked up and didn't even try to hide how angry he was. Giyuu's ribs began to crack from so much force that was in the "hug".

'Shinazugawa... NO' 'Move the fuck Tomioka. This brat and I have some problems to attend to...', Giyuu refused.

He wasn't going to let Sanemi do his show, so he tried to get him out of the punishment room, but Sanemi wouldn't allow it.

And there was Muichiro, enjoying watching that "fight" between both teachers, it was entertaining. 'Stop it, please calm down. This is a boy, we can't do anything with him... Also, I don't think he's even from this school, I've never seen him... BUT STILL, NO!'

'Come on Giyuu-Sensei, show who's boss!'

'Your damn brat has balls... Giyuu, don't you realize he's fucking with us? BOTH OF US!'

Again Giyuu denied, that's how young people were, besides, it was Sanemi's fault that Muichiro now knew about their relationship, right?

Sanemi analyzed his options and smiled, hugging Giyuu, who looked at him curiously and remained alert, Sanemi would probably throw him to the ground and then chase after Muichiro, he wasn't going to allow that, at least not again...

'Have I told you that I love you...?' 'Yes, what's wrong now? Are you going to ignore him?'

'No, but I do expect something to be ignored...', Giyuu raised his eyebrow in confusion and gasped when he fell to the floor, he knew it!

But instead of running after Muichiro, Sanemi had started massaging his hip bones, was that what he wanted him to ignore? How was Giyuu supposed to ignore someone who was tickling him?!

'It's rather immature of you, don't you think Shinazugawa-Sensei?'

'I think it would be more immature if Tomioka starts laughing, he is an adult and serious man after all...'

'It seems like we are understanding each other...'

Great, first they hate each other and now they are making out, which was it still going on now?. 'Hey kid, since Tomioka punished you, why don't you even come here and help me?'

'N-NO!!', Muichiro agreed, he wanted something he could later be proud of.

And I guess Sanemi spoke just in time, because Giyuu also counterattacked, starting to dig into his armpits, causing Sanemi to lose some of his grip.

But, if it's two against one, it's hard for Giyuu to keep winning.

'G-gihive up Shinahazugawa!' 'Nu-uh! Yo-yohou're gohohing to pahahay for thihis! Muichiro, hihis lohoweher ribs!'

'To the order!', Muichiro approached and although Giyuu tried to push him away, he couldn't.

Woah, that kid had extraordinary strength, or maybe Giyuu wasn't putting in too much of himself and was being gentle.

'Aaaw what's wrong "Tomioka-Sensei"? Can't you keep tickling anymore? Is it too much for you~?'

'YOHOHOU TRAHAITOHOR!! YOHOU PROHOMISEHEHED-!!' 'Ooooh yes, I promised no one would know, but you didn't realize I crossed my fingers...~', poorly played Sanemi.

Giyuu's grip began to lose strength, but he was still trying to wage war on Sanemi, but it was all in vain, Sanemi didn't seem to laugh as much anymore... Unless...

'Shinazugawa-San? What happens? Your expression is scary...' 'PFFFT!! I-I'M O-OKAHAY!!'

And apparently now it was even, you tickle someone in their worst spot, you get similarly tickled in yours.

Muichiro found that cool, so he stopped, laughing as the positions were now reversed, Giyuu now on top of Sanemi as he came hard on that sweet spot he had already memorized.

'I thought you learned! Do you seriously think I'm going to allow you to humiliate me again?!'

'YEHEHEHES!! YOHOHOU'RE A MHMHMHMH FUCKIHIHING WAHAHALKIHING TICKLEHEHE SPOHOHOT!!', Giyuu frowned, he didn't know if it was Shinazugawa's ego that prevented him from accepting reality or perhaps, just like Giyuu, he also liked this kind of thing.

Muichiro had nothing more to do there, whatever was next, he didn't want to be part of it, but when he was going to leave... 'And where do you think you're going? You still have 5 minutes left until the punishment ends and I think that's enough time, don't you think Sanemi?'

'Mhm, let's see if after this punishment you learn to respect your superiors better...'

I don't think negotiating at those times is an option, but it doesn't hurt to try, right?

'TOUCH ME AND I'LL KICK YOU IN THE BAHAHAHAHALLS!! EAHAHAHAHA!!'

'Do you want to try it again, Mr? Shinazugawa, since you have younger brothers? Do you want to have the privilege?' 'EEEEH?! NONONO!! AYIE! NOHOHOT THEHEREHEHE!!', I think Sanemi did agree to the privilege...

'AND WHERE WERE YOU ALMOST ALL DAY?! YOU HAD ME WORRIED?!', Yuichiro pulled his brother by the arm, he only neglected him for a few moments and Muichiro was already doing his thing in other places. 'I was just having fun...'

'Oh yeah? And doing what?!' 'Talking to two friends from another school...'

Muichiro looked up, seeing both teachers waving goodbye to him, maybe those provocations weren't so bad after all.

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #ler!sanemi #lee!sanemi #ler!giyuu #lee!giyuu #ler!muichiro #lee!muichiro #kimetsu academy

[adaptacy]

Can I request a Leland x reader going on a date? I feel like he would like either star gazing dates or going to get milkshakes. Or anything else! Whatever gets the write juice going thank you!!

ugh yes absolutely im so happy im getting leland requests <333 keep 'em comin!

GN!Reader, completely SFW, just Leland bein a cutie hehe <3

"Can't believe you've never been here," the brunette laughed, picking up his pace for just a few steps, enough to cross in front of you and grab the handle of the glass double-doors, opening it for you. You shot him a smile, and he dipped an imaginary hat at you as you entered the building. Leland followed you in, placing a hand on the small of your back for just a moment before he quickly pulled it away, not wanting to be too forward.

The building you'd entered was practically a pastel and neon heaven; a quaint café, with checkered floors, a bar lined with white lights, and a dining floor with purple and the closest thing to neon blue chairs. You watched Leland as he stepped in front of you again, beckoning you over to the bar.

"Best damn milkshakes in town. Seriously, you've been missing out," he laughed, hopping onto one of the black barstools and giving it a spin before planting an elbow on the bar. "You have had a milkshake 'fore, right?"

You chuckled, sitting next to him and nodding. "Yes, of course I've had a milkshake before. I don't live under a rock," you teased, looking at the cow-spotted menu and scanning the options.

"Coulda fooled me. D'you have a favorite flavor?"

"Hmmm.. Strawberry's always nice. Pretty, too."

"Oh, yeah. Mine is cookies 'n cream. Especially when they give me the big chunks of Oreo- Really hits the spot." Leland raised a hand as the waitress behind the counter looked in your direction, and she gave the two of you a smile, trailing over with a small notepad in her hands.

"What can I get y'all?" She asked.

"Uh, a cookies and cream, and..." Leland looked over to you, not wanting to jump to assumptions. Maybe you wanted to switch it up this time around. He shouldn't assume that you'd get your favor-

"Strawberry, thank you," you requested, and the woman nodded, scribbling down your requests.

"I'll be right out with that."

Leland turned his head back to you, resting his temple against his fist. "Keeping it classic. Respect."

"...You ordered your favorite too?" You laughed, shaking your head, a little confused by his statement.

"Yeah. 'ts why I respect it," he chuckled, awkwardly, and then cleared his throat. He sat up, laying his arm flat on the counter. He seemed to be thinking of something to say, and you tried to help.

"So, why are these the best milkshakes? What makes them so special?" You asked.

Leland thought about it for a moment, scratching his neck. "Well, they're super sweet, and pretty flavorful. And, uh... Just really good, I guess. You'll get it when you try it, I promise. And if you don't, I'll cover it." He grinned, and then his smile dropped, and he shook his head, his cheeks growing a small tint of pink. "I mean, I'll pay either way, I just meant-"

"Leland, it's cool, I got it," you chuckled, finding his clear nervousness rather adorable. He wasn't usually like this- he gave off a rather confident vibe, but you also didn't know him super well. You were sorta surprised when he asked you out, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't somewhat interested in him. "Mind if I ask you a question?"

Leland let out a breath of relief, and he nodded. "Sure, go for it."

"What got you into wrestling? You don't seem like a wrestler," you asked, leaning your head on your palm. He smirked, and it was only for a split second before his gaze wandered off to the side and he thought of an answer. Still, that smirk was definitely ingrained in your memory. It was a strange expression on someone so innocent, so vibrant- you wondered what it meant.

"Honestly, always been more of a football guy myself, but I got recruited by the Captain, and originally I just meant to try it out, but I actually ended up liking it quite a bit. And the schedule conflicts with football, so I chose wrestling, ultimately," he explained, still looking off in the distance as if in a different world completely. His gaze then snapped back to you, and he grinned. "You in any sports?"

"No, not me. Interesting to watch them, though. That makes a lot of sense, actually. You seem like way more of a football guy than a wrestling guy. Not in a bad way, just in a-"

"In a jock way?" He laughed. "I get that a lot. I was, actually, in football, all throughout high-school. Was a linebacker," he bragged, showing off his teeth once more. His grin was adorable, in a goofy, playful kind of way. And he grinned a lot. He was just nice to be around. Inviting, gentle, maybe a little dumb, but he clearly meant well.

"Yeah, yeah, in a jock way. I'll be honest, when Connie told me about you, I kind of assumed you were some playboy ass, but clearly you're not," you hummed, and Leland looked as though he wasn't sure how to take that. But after a moment of processing, and smiled.

"Yeah? Mkay, what am I then?" He asked, his tone playful instead of hurt.

"Hmm..." You murmured, looking him up and down. He wore a white button-up with red flowers embroidered on the shoulders, and typical southern jeans, along with... what looked like cowboy boots. You looked back up at his face, and he narrowed his eyes, curious. "You're friendly, and outgoing, but not in a playboy way. A little awkward, if I'm honest, but not in a bad way. In a cute way," you complimented.

Leland's smile looked a little more genuine, and he scoffed, his slight blush returning. "What a sweetheart," he hummed out.

"What about me?" You asked.

Leland looked you over, taking in your outfit choice, and he took a little longer to think. "Hmm... Connie told me a bit about you, too, and I kind of assumed she was just throwing people my way because she could, but I actually think she saw something. Potential, yknow?"

"Potential?"

"Yeah, like- Well, you aren't in sports, but you said you like watching them. That's one point right there. And... you like milkshakes. That's two. And you're definitely confident, from what I can tell, but... hmm.."

"...Buuuut..?" You asked, leaning a little closer.

"I think you're just tryin' to impress me," he chuckled, his eyes shifting over to the waitress as she emerged from the kitchen once more and presented the two of you with milkshakes. Sitting at the top of his whipped cream was half an oreo, and he smirked again. "Hell yeah."

"You sure its not just your ego talking?" You asked, taking a sip of the milkshake. It was definitely rich, and Leland wasn't lying- it was really good. Genuinely probably the best milkshake you'd ever had. You took another sip.

"My ego? I, uh, I don't think so. I was mostly joking, I don't mean that-"

"I am," you confessed, finding the guilt that covered his eyes cute. He really was trying his best to be a gentleman, and you had to commend his efforts. He was doing fine, but maybe overthinking things a bit.

"You are?"

"Well, yeah. From what I've heard, you're pretty popular. Plus, athletic. And attractive. 'course I wanna impress you."

Leland nodded his head, taking a sip of his milkshake. "Well, you're doin' fine in that department. To be honest, I was a tad surprised that you took me up on this date. Figured you'd have a boyfriend already, or something. Glad I was wrong."

"Might have one by the end of the night," you teased, and Leland took a second to realize what you were implying, and then the smirk made a return. And then it spread into a smile again. You really wanted to know what that was about.

"Yeah? I wouldn't be completely opposed," he hummed. "How's the milkshake?"

"Even better than I was expecting. You were right, I think it's the best I've ever had," you complimented, drinking down the sugary delight.

"What? You didn't trust my taste? C'mon now, sweetheart. Surely I get more credit than that," he laughed, taking another sip of his milkshake, seeming to not even notice the nickname he'd slipped in.

But you definitely did. And you wished you could blame your blush on the strawberry milkshake. You cleared your throat, nodding. "Well, you have my trust now. Hard not to trust a man with good taste in milkshakes."

"I'm honored. Just glad I could show this place off. Real underrated, if you ask me."

"Seeing as how I'd never heard of it before, I have to agree. Surprised to find it's not some hole-in-the-wall bar."

"You think I'd take you out to a shithole on the first date? And for milkshakes?"

"Hey, acquired taste. I'm pleasantly surprised. Take it as a compliment," you laughed, nudging his arm with your elbow, and he smiled at you.

"If you say so, sweetheart," he hummed, a little more flirtatiously this time. Right. Of course he'd noticed the blush. Would've been hard not to.

"You're still paying."

"I know, I know. Can't go back on a promise."

#tcm game #tcm #leland mckinney #Leland mckinney x reader #Leland mckinney x reader fluff #Leland mckinney fluff #adapting to leland mckinney

[britany1997]

Hello! I got a motif request we’re open and I’ve never clicked anything so fast ahah.

But gn! Or male S/O trying to get David comfortable with more feminine clothes/ accessories? Love ur stuff honorary sister<3

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Webs!!! Hey friend! I would love to write this for you! Love your stuff too honorary brother🫶 I hope you like this!

Typically if you give me a choice I’ll default to GN reader, but this time I’m going to write a male reader fic, because I only have one on my Masterlist and I would love to contribute more to the male reader demographic:)

Big thanks to @dwaynesbiboyfriend & @crustyraccoon for pre-reading this for me and sending me some words of encouragement🫶🫶

David x Male Reader

Warnings: some angst but happy ending, mention of abuse, mention of toxic masculinity, some small mindedness

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You heard a soft knocking at your window, prompting you to check your watch. It flashed 8:10pm, you were late. Meaning that knock could only have been from one person…well, almost person.

You smiled, rolling your eyes with affection as you walked over to the window, lifted it up, and poked your head out, “can I help you?” You asked.

Your smirking vampire boyfriend hovered off the ground to be eye level with your second story window. “Can I come in?” He asked patronizingly

You let out a little laugh scoff, “hmmm I don’t know,” you pretended to ponder, “I’ve heard you shouldn’t invite vampires into your home, gives them complete power over you or something.” You teased.

David’s smirk deepened, “that’s a myth baby,” he told you, “it’s my quick wit and devilishly good looks that give me complete power over you,” he told you winking.

You smiled and pecked his lips, “mhmm, guess your right, come on in,” you invited, moving back from the window so he could get through.

“I’m almost ready, just give me one more second” you told him.

“No worries baby,” he replied, “I can wait as long as you need.” He said while moving to sit on your bed while you finished getting ready.

You smiled and turned back to your floor length mirror. You looked at the outfit you were wearing, a blue t shirt you’d pulled on over a white sleeve top, paired with black pants and combat boots.

The look wasn’t doing it for you tonight, something felt off, you cringed as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

It wasn’t that the outfit itself was bad, it just wasn’t… you. You switched your pants out for one of your long black and blue plaid skirts. You smiled as you clipped chunky blue lightning earrings into your ears, and a pearl necklace around your neck. Perfect, the look was complete.

The locals of Santa Carla were familiar with you and your creative style. People gushed over your outfits and showered you with compliments for your self expression through your clothes. You were like the male Claudia Kishi of Santa Carla.

You still got a side eye or two from the occasional old lady, but you knew it was only because they knew they’d never be able to rock a skirt half as well as you could.

David watched you as you admired the look in the mirror. You turned to tell him you were ready to go, but caught his eyes trained on your skirt. You furrowed your brow with confusion.

“What is it?” You asked, “you don’t like the skirt?”

David snapped out of his trance at your words.

“No,” he said immediately, “that’s not it at all. I just…” he trailed off.

“Yeah?” You encouraged him to keep going.

He sighed, “well I wish I could wear something like that too.”

Your face softened at his words. You walked over to place a hand on his cheek and rub it gently, causing him to lean into your touch, “what’s stopping you?” You asked softly.

David grimaced as he thought back to his time as a human, an experience that now seemed many lifetimes ago.

“My dad,” David started, “when I was eight years old, my father caught me trying on my mother’s pearls.”

David grimaced, “as soon as he saw me like that, he tore the pearls off my neck and he slapped me across the face.” David rubbed his cheek at the memory.

He laughed humorlessly, “I still remember his words that night, ‘No son of mine is gonna dress like some…” he cut himself off, head in his hands.

You slid in next to him on your bed and wrapped an arm around him, waiting in silence for as long as he needed.

“You can imagine what he said I’m sure,” David mumbled.

You sighed, “unfortunately I can,” you told him, “and I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” David replied.

“No. It isn’t.” You stated, “your father was a hateful bigot who was too small-minded to let his son be happy.”

David pulled his head out of his hands to meet your gaze, “if you’d prefer not to wear feminine clothes that’s fine, but no one has the power to stop you from wearing what you want to wear, and being who you are. No one.” You told him.

David listened intently as you spoke, “I’m not going to pretend that I don’t get the rude comment every now and again, because I do. But I’m not going to let these small-minded assholes, with one foot in the grave, tell me what I can and can’t do.” David’s brow furrowed, and he began to nod as you continued.

“And I know I look damn good, and so would you.” You said matter-o-factly as you stared into his bright blue eyes. “Your father’s not here anymore,” you whispered as you took his hand and threaded your fingers with his, “but I am, and I want you to be happy, I love you and I’ll support you no matter what.”

Tears rolled down David’s cheeks as he smiled at you, “thank you,” he said seriously.

You returned his soft smile with one of your own, “of course,” you told him.

You reached both hands behind your neck and unclasped your pearl necklace. You took it in your hands before holding it out to David, “it’s yours if you want it,” you offered.

David stared down at the necklace, thinking it would go perfectly with his all black look. He took it from your hands as he pushed away any bad memories that still plagued him. He reached behind his own neck and secured the clasp into place.

He stood from your bed to take in his new look in the mirror. You came up behind him, resting your hands on his shoulder and smiling.

“You look amazing”, you told him.

His lips lifted up into a half smile, “I feel amazing,” he said as he placed his hand of yours on his shoulder, and turned to place a soft kiss on your lips.

There wasn’t a better dressed pair in Santa Carla.

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[ykiwrite]

like heaven

desc: prom and jenna

"A moment you will never forget" were the words describing the upcoming prom night. At least, in your mothers words.

To you, on the other hand, it was quite stressful. Decisions, dresses, suits, friends wanting your opinion on their own looks. It can be a lot but hopefully worth it to finish the year.

"I don't know. What about this one?" marked the 100th time you asked Jenna the exact same question today.

Spending the evening in a café both of you marked as yours, where she can escape hectic actors life. Jenna was way too occupied making you yet another Spotify playlist with her notorious headphones on. Even so, she looked up from her phone to see what was already expected.

Another potential candidate to represent a dress of yours but not the last. "Hmmm, model looks nice but not the color though."

Letting out an exhausted sigh as your head fell on the table. "I'll go with the one we liked in the beginning. I don't care anymore, there's too much of them."

"I told you, the first one was the winner but you didn't listen" she commented adding a song of your liking that will fit perfectly on the list.

"Besides," switching from sprawling on the bench to looking straight at you, "who are you dancing with?"

"I have no idea. Probably some guy since it's a must sadly" trying to get everything out of your coffee that's surviving on last breaths.

"Mhm, we all know who's the first in line," stated coldly like it was matter of a fact. Not sure yourself, you wondered "We do? Who is it then?"

Blessing you with a disapproving look, "It's obviously that guy who you turned down four times but nothing will stop him from fifth." Now remembering all of his attempts had you saying confidently, "Ohhh, him? Yeah, he is a possible suspect but i'll tell him no as usual."

Not satisfied with the answer, Jenna's smile that was on display the entire time due to being too proud of her playlist making skills was no more.

Dropping the phone on the table, taking off headphones, she leaned her figure over the table leaving no distance between each other faces.

With a click of her tongue she whispered, "I guess i'll just have to show up and sort it out myself then." Eyes darting up and down your face making it quite difficult to form a normal sentence.

Picking up on it, she continued "Does prom accept outsiders?"

"Yeah, i guess. I mean, it does." Almost fully closing the left distance you pulled away from her with a raised brow. "Jenna, what are you on about?"

Copying your movements and backing off but not before sending you a smile that holds no good intentions, "I say let me be your dance for the night."

"I don't know why i let you with me" you let your regret be known glancing at every face that surrounded your table. Most didn't even fit, having to bring extra chairs making the atmosphere cramped.

Jenna turned to you with full attention like she heard the most worthy thing this whole night unlike your friends interviewing her for the past hour.

"No you don't, you love it."

"No one expected me to have an actor of a girlfriend, you know? You can see it's a shocker, the table is full" gesturing around with your hand.

"Yeah." she trailed off for a moment watching the dancefloor getting busier. Seeing the second person coming up to the two of you, asking her to dance was predictable enough considering just her.

"No, sorry, i have someone to dance with." Grabbing your free hand that made you follow her wherever she's heading to as you usually do. Pulling you closer, shoulder to shoulder, she let you know "I'm getting bored plus i promised you this, right?"

To say you wandered off in a crowd that had all eyes on you would be an understatement. Both of you got lost but in the best way possible. Not an expert yourself with shallow talent, Jenna guided you like she always does. Steps, posture, rhythm, with patience.

Your head lowered and hands rested on her shoulders carefully making sure you are doing the right thing.

"You know i don't care about anyone else," not too confident in raising your own head, still acting out your focus below.

"What do you mean?"

Your actions slowed, trying to come up with an excuse if it wasn't for Jenna interrupting jarred train of thoughts, burning stare that you almost won against until you felt her raising your chin softly.

"It's just you that i want in this entire room of people."

Jenna almost lost it all but not accepting defeat, at least not in front of a crowded room. Breathless without realizing it, hoping her suggestion works.

"Let's go home."

notes: idk what is this but its inspired by true story btw, jenna was on my prom night so this is just recreation of events (source: trust me)

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega imagine

[that1fangirrl]

Teacher's Pet, but Not Really

A/N: this whole thing might be a little jumbled, so I apologize for that. But it's really cute. I hope you like it. K, bye<3

You softly knock on his office door, waiting for an answer. He always stayed a little late after hours. A muffled “come on”, beckons you inside. You look around the room before walking towards him and taking a seat next to his desk. You pulled a paper out of your bag, raising it in the air slightly. “Guess who got an ‘A’ on their paper?” He looks over to you with a smile, “My guess is Stacy. She’s always been a good student.” You let out a scoff, pushing his arm. “Har Har. No. I did! And it was all thanks to you and your big brain.” You stand up, wrapping your arms around him from behind his chair. He puts his hands over yours. “Was it because of me or was it because you just needed a little push? Because I seem to remember you telling me how nervous you were about this assignment.” “Yeah, well who cares. I got an ‘A’ on it. And Dr. Barnes says I might be one of the top students in his class! Isn’t that crazy?” You squeal, squeezing onto him harder. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but you also have a really big brain honey.You deserve the praise. I know you don’t think so, but it is the truth.” “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say Professor. On a different note, what are your plans for tonight?” You unwrap yourself, opting to take a seat in his lap. Matt looks up, pretending to think. “Well I was gonna go to this new restaurant near my place, but you have to have a party of two or more to make a reservation. Too bad I already made the reservation, but have no date. If only I could build the courage to ask the pretty forensic science major with the big brain if she wanted to go.” He pauses for a minute, listening to how you try to keep your giggles in. “Hey! You’re a forensic science major. Maybe you could ask her for me.” Taking a deep breath, you grab his face in both hands. “Hmmm. I just asked her and she thinks you're a little strange, but you’re cute. She is free tonight though. Hmmm, oh? What’s that? She’s saying… ‘yes’? Sounds like she’d love to go with you.” He tilts his head up, listening around for anyone in the building. Pretty quiet for a Tuesday. He leans in, smushing your lips together. Small moans escape your mouths. Your hands gripping each other tighter. He pulls back, your lips following along. “How does 7 sound?” “It sounds great.” 

When you first met the new Criminal Law Professor, you were absolutely stunned. He was so handsome and had a special charm that swooned all the girls in your class. Even when he introduced himself, you could hear some of the girls behind you talking about switching majors. “This is Prof. Murdock. He is one of our new Criminal Law teachers. We will be working closely with him on our next few assignments. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you guys prodding him on a few questions. Mr. Murdock, anything you want to say?” He continued to tell the class a bit more about himself and how excited he was to be working with the students in your class. You had heard a few things about his work in the media; he was an amazing lawyer. You just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. 

Two weeks into his arrival, he had noticed your obvious shyness. Dr.Barnes found it quite funny, considering you were one of his favorite outspoken students. You always spoke up in class and had broad ideas and questions. Where was that girl when Prof. Murdock was around? He blamed it on you being nervous about having an actual lawyer in your presence, but who knows. So he did what any professor would do with his shy student. Push them. Dr. Barnes made sure to give you just as much of an equal opportunity as the other students…and then some. 

It was nice getting to know him and becoming more comfortable with him. Matt was a real sweetheart. On some days, he would bring you your favorite drink or snack from the vending machines on campus. It was always under the guise of “not wanting you to pass out in class” or “to have some extra energy for your day”. He wanted you to be comfortable around him. “Just think of me as another one of your classmates.” He told you. Even going as far to tell you to call him by his first name. So you did. Usually in private, between the two of you. It was like your brain and heart flipped a switch. All the constant meetings in his office started to trickle outside. You found yourselves grabbing coffee at nearby cafes, he helped you pick out some flowers for your apartment, walked you to your bus stop on late nights, etc etc.  The more you hung out, the more it became blatantly obvious that your small shy crush was turning into more. 

Matt knew it was wrong at first. I mean he was a professor on the campus you attended. But you were so nice to be around. You always asked him for help with your work even though he knew you already had the answers. Your passion for analytics was adorable. You were just so cute and caring and the desire to have more of you was growing everyday. So he just went for it. One evening, he had asked to see you in his office after hours. Your heart was racing so fast, it sounded like you were having a heart attack. “Y/n. I called you in my office because I wanted to ask you something in private.” He paused, clearing his throat. “I know that we have been strictly professional on campus and kinda friends outside, but I was wondering… maybe we could be a bit more.” You were stunned at his forwardness. Was he really asking you out? Your hands folded together in your lap. “I- I would really like that Matt. But are you sure about this? Like, I mean- I really really do like you… a lot. It’s just what if someone finds out? I don’t want you losing your job over a stupid relationship with me. I would never let you forgive me.” He reaches his hand out and places it on yours. “I’m willing to take that risk.” 

Of course, It took awhile for you to adapt to this new relationship. It felt like something out of a ‘forbidden love’ tale. Acting like two colleagues working together on campus and sneaking around to fulfill your desires in private. He continued to be the sweet gentleman from before, maybe even a bit more enhanced now. The two of you were happy together. He made you feel important and understood. You were his main priority now. He would do anything to make you feel better everyday. You need help studying? He’s there. You’re freaking out about lab work? A little birdie told him you did better than most of the class. He’s always there. And you’d never know this, but even on his nightly patrols, he made sure to check on you. 

Speaking of his “nightly duty”, Matt wasn’t sure how to tell you. There was chaos every time anyone close to him found out. Would you be mad at him? Would you tell the university? Many thoughts ran through his mind, but he knew you’d never tell. One day, he thought you had figured it out. You guys were lounging on his couch, when you decided to talk about the many ‘heroes’ in New York. “It’s weird. It’s like all of our heroes have been in New York, one way or another. We’ve got Spiderman, The Avengers, Luke Cage… I don’t know. It’s just so weird to me. But that Daredevil guy intrigues me the most.” Matt’s ear perked, “why is that, honey?” You sigh, lifting up a little. “I don’t know how to explain, but he kinda reminds me of you. If you actually think about some of the things he’s done for the city, he’s actually rather a great guy. It doesn’t seem like he wants to just fight people for no reason. He wants justice. And you are all about justice, y’know. Besides being a lawyer and all. I mean, hell, you might even know the guy. Think about it, Fisk and Frank Castle, you guys have a connection there. Isn’t that crazy?” His heart was beating fast. He wasn’t sure what to do. He trusts you, but he doesn’t want to endanger you. “Matty? You okay. You spaced out on me.” “Uh, yeah. I’m fine… listen, I think there’s something I should probably tell you.” Your heart skipped. “I’m not breaking up with you. Don’t worry.” You let out a heavy breath as he pauses. “Okay. Well. It’s me. I'm Daredevil.” You stare at him before your body begins to shake with laughter. “Ha Ha. Okay, Matt. And I’m training to be an X-Men.” He gets up, walking toward his wardrobe. “Aw, baby, come on. Don’t get upset. I was joking.” You get up to follow behind him. He’s still silent as he feels around for something. “Matt? I’m sorry, okay. It was just fun-” He pulls out his red suit, standing in front of you. “Like I said. I’m the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.” You passed your hands over the material. Then it clicked. He was always out late, sometimes bent over in pain(usually blaming it on being blind and running into something),and he was pretty damn buff and flexible. It all made sense, but how. “That chemical spill from when I was a kid. It enhanced my senses. I can hear, taste, smell, whatever, better than a regular human. I’m sorry I kept this from you. I was scared it would endanger you or you’d leave me. I understand if you want to.” You take in everything he’s said. Your arms wrap around him in a tight embrace, tears welling in your eyes. “I would never leave you over something like this. You’ve changed so many lives. I’m a little scared, of course, but that’s because I want to know you’re safe. I couldn’t be happier, knowing you're out there albeit risking your life, but for the greater good of our city. It’s beautiful, Matt.” That night ended with the two of you having a deeper discussion about his alter ego. 

Presently, the two of you hold each other close as you walk to the new restaurant he wanted to take you to. Your whole body screamed with excitement. Date nights outside of the apartment were always a sweet treat. The risk of being seen in public affectionately gave you both a little thrill. While you were rambling about your long day, Matt kept this loving gaze on you from across the table. He was completely in tune with everything you were saying and how your body was reacting. You paused looking at him in confusion. “What? Am I talking too much? I’m sorry. I guess I just got a little excited.” He shook his head. “No, please continue. I love hearing you speak. It’s so cute how passionate you get. I love it.” The two of you stare at each other in silence. A thought rushing through both of your minds. He clears his throat and you look back down at your plate. The silence continues to loom. The two of you waiting for the other to say something. You look back at each other before saying, “I love you.” Your smiles grow big on your faces. Eyes widening. Your hand flies up to your mouth. Did you both really say that? Matt reaches for your other hand. “I know you heard that. I. Love. You. You hear me? I’ll shout it loud if you want me to.” He takes a deep breath before you stop him with your giggles. “I love you, too. I love you so much it hurts. I’d scream it louder.” He kisses your knuckles. A beat passes before you both say it again.

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader

[thespiritssaidso]

Call Me Cinnamon

Chapter 1: Testing. Testing. Can You Hear Me?

There was a loud clap of thunder, and Shawn woke up with a startle. He could’ve sworn he’d just gotten into a- but no, he just had a really bad dream. He was here, safe in his bed. In his apartment. It was just a nightmare. That’s all. But… damn, it had felt so real. He could still recall the feeling of getting thrown through the windshield, hitting his head, and the blackness that came quickly after.

He looked outside, expecting it to be dark and cloudy. After all, it was thunder that woke him up. But it wasn't raining, much less storming. In fact, there wasn't even a cloud in the night sky. The stars were clearly visible, twinkling like glitter. And the moon was full, filling the room with a soft, white light. A short glance at his alarm clock told him it was midnight.

He was just about to fall back asleep when he heard something.

“Where the hell am I?”

Great, now he was hearing voices. "I really need to stop taking so much melatonin before bed."

“Who said that?”

That got him to sit up.

“Why does the voice in my head sound like some sorority girl from the Midwest?”

“Sorry? Wait- do I actually sound like a fucking- what??”

Shawn raised his eyebrows at that, a slight panic starting to set in him. These definitely weren’t his thoughts.

“Uhhmm, what the hell’s going on?”

He jumped out of bed, and practically sprints to the bathroom.

“Ow, what the f- almost gave me whiplash, holy shit.”

Flicking on the light switch, Shawn rushes to the sink and turns the tap on, splashing water on his face. But, something wasn’t right.

“Oh. My. God. No fucking way.”

Shawn slowly raises his eyes to look back at the mirror. What he sees makes him stumble back, colliding slightly with the wall. He looks at the mirror, but it’s not his reflection that looks back at him.

It was a… girl? Honestly, if it hadn’t been for the feminine voice, he would’ve had trouble trying to tell if she was a she or a he. And currently, her reaction was the polar opposite of his. She was standing still, mouth slightly open in shock, but the corners tilted slightly upwards in a lopsided open-mouth smile. Her hands were slightly shaking, and moving around, like she couldn't decide what to do with them.

“I’m dreaming. That’s it, it’s just another really freaky, really realistic dream.”

“Well, if this is a dream, then I sure as hell never want to wake up.” She slowly started leaning in, and tapped the glass of the mirror. “This is wack, man.”

"Who even are you? Please don't say you're the ghost of the owner's daughter I'm renting this place from and now you're here to haunt me."

That got her to laugh. “PAHAHAHA, nice. Love the reference. And no, not that I'm aware of. I just, kinda woke up here. And my name?” She thought for a minute. “Hmmm. I guess just call me Cinnamon. Or Cin. Or Cinny. Or Toast.”

"Cinnamon Toast? What, is your last name Crunch?"

“Pfftt, noo. My full name is Cinnamon Buttered Toast. I came up with it myself.”

She started looking a little bit more around the bathroom, taking in all of the details.

“So like, what year is it? What was your last case?”

“Why is that so important?”

Cinnamon raised an eyebrow. “So I know when I am? I mean, I don’t want to not know, you know?”

He shook his head a bit. “No, I don’t know.”

“Can you just- just tell me? Come on, man. I need to get my bearings. I need to know what to expect.”

“Fine! We just finished a case a few days ago. Uhh, Gus' buddy had died trying to bust a drug deal-”

She interrupted him. “Oohhh right right right. The- the one where Gus was like, part of a group, uhhh… Blackapella? Yeah, that’s right. And Diddle was murdered because he caught the- secretary? The woman across his cubicle? I don’t know. But anyway, he caught some lady at his office snitching where drugs were to people who like, sold drugs and stuff. And then when it was over, you were added as an honorary member, and you tried to convince the others to rename the group quarter-black.” She started slowly nodding to herself, and then stopped. Her expression soured a bit. “Wait, then that means… awww, man! I missed like, so much stuff! God dammit.”

Shawn froze, confused. “Okay, first of all: we had a vote, three to four. It was pretty unanimous. Second of all: what?? Third of all: ... What?!” He seriously doubts the story had already made it in the paper. And besides, she was saying stuff that was most definitely not going to become public knowledge.

“Oh, I know everything about you. To some extent, of course.”

The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife, before Shawn broke it with a short, disbelieving snort of laughter. “You- eheh. You know everything about me? That’s a good one.”

“Are you kidding? Your whole life is practically ingrained into my psyche!” She stops, and giggles to herself. “Hehehe. Psych-e. HA!”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“Prove it?”

"Yes!"

"Okay then." She thought for a few seconds and took a deep breath. "Your first case was about a kidnapping that had turned into murder. When you were a kid your dad would constantly train your eidetic memory for when you grew up to be a detective. You constantly break into people's houses just to look for clues which you pass off to the police as visions. You and Gus once went digging for oil in your backyard as kids and got caught by your dad when a pipe burst-"

“Okay, enough!”

She stopped.

He started pacing the tiny bathroom, thinking to himself.

“Okay, you know everything about me. That’s great… How do you know it, though?

“I-” Cinnamon stopped, and thought for a minute. Not much longer after, she donned a big Cheshire grin.

“…What? What- what’s that mean?”

“Well, I could tell you how I know-”

“Then tell me!”

“Mmmm yeah, but like. That’s no fun.”

Shawn bluescreened. “Not fun?”

“Yeah! It's a little more interesting if I just keep it to myself. To me it is, at least. Kind of like in a ‘Gaslight gatekeep girlboss’ way.”

"What-"

"Anyway! Where's Abigail? Aren't you guys at that stage where she has like, stuff here for when she spends the night?" She pointed at the sink, where there was in fact an extra toothbrush.

"That's even creepier, that you know about my relationship with Abigail. And she's at her house, something about wanting to stay in her own bed every once in a while."

"Ahh, makes sense. I'd do the same thing."

Then Shawn thought of a question, a very important one.

“How are you even here?”

That made her pause. “That is a very good question. I mean, I’m pretty sure I died in a car wreck.”

“Pretty sure you- wait, so that nightmare of me dying in a car crash was actually you?”

“You had a nightmare about my death?”

“Pretty sure, yeah.”

“… Okay, I’m starting to think that the headcannon of you being actually psychic might be a possibility.”

"Can you start saying words in a way that makes sense?"

"Nope. I think I'll just start saying things that make less sense, actually."

Shawn just puts his head in his hands and gives a deep sigh. "I'm too tired for this."

"Look, dude. I know you've got like, a million more questions. But this isn't gonna go anywhere. We could stay up all night, and you wouldn't get a single word out of me... Well, actually, I'd still talk. Just like, not about where I'm from, or how I know all this stuff. I like talking."

"And what? Just- just go to bed? Pretend like this is all fine and okay?"

Cinnamon shrugged. "I mean, yeah, if you want to keep your sanity. If you keep asking questions you won't get answers to you'll just lose your mind. So just... don't think too hard about it and you'll be fine. Maybe."

"What do you mean, maybe?"

"Well, I haven't exactly done this before! But I have read enough books that the best thing you can do is simply accept this."

"Okay then, fine. I guess I'm going to bed."

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My boss was feeling sick today so she let me have the day off, and you can bet that I took advantage of that and worked on finishing this chapter. Anywayyy... Okay, for those of you who don't understand: Basically, Cinnamon died (obviously) and somehow her soul has merged into Shawn's, so now they share a body. Basically, their situation is a little bit like Mark and Steven's from 'Moonknight'. If you haven't seen it, then it's like this: we can still have our own private thoughts, and the only way she can communicate with him is when there is a reflective surface nearby. And when she does talk, only Shawn can hear it. The reason she could communicate with him in the beginning was because the moon provided enough light so that any reflective surface was usable for her. But if he moves to a separate room or somewhere else and out of the original reflection, she’s immediately dragged to wherever he's gone.

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Next: Chapter 2

#shawn spencer #psych #psych 2006 #psych usa #psychusa #psych tv #psych tv show #psych show #psych fanfiction #fanfic #psych fanfic #toast tries to write

[grumelot123]

Part 19 of "I'm trying so hard to hate you."

SMUT SMUT and....you guessed it. more SMUTTTT

oh by the way Crowley has a praise kink and Aziraphale is gonna be a top in this one (I believe in both of them being switches)

crowley pov AGAIN because some of these next parts r gonna be mostly azi

As we laid there in silence..I had an idea.

Because first of all, if this is one of the last nights we get alone? I'm going to make it a hell of a night to remember.

But, I was going to make him beg for it. So I had to start being subtle with it at first.

So I did what any snake like being would do and just started acting like I was getting comfortable. Squirming my body around, purposely grinding onto his cock.

''S-stop squirming."

"Hmm, sorry like this?"

I purposely moved down just a bit to set him off. He put his hands on my ass and squeezed.

"Crowley you are playing a dangerous game right now." He groaned.

So I did what any smart person would do and straddled his legs and had it so my ass was right above his cock.

I was staring down at him and he was looking at me with lust filled eyes.

"Problem Angel?" I smirked, knowing he was getting impatient.

"You know damn well my problem Crowley and if you don't fix it, I'm going to bed." He pushed me off of him, just light enough to let me make a decision on how tonight's events would go.

I dipped down and started to kiss his neck.

"Crowley." He warned, his voice gravely and filled with lust.

I started kissing lower to where his collarbone is and tugged on his shirt.

"Don't have to ask me twice." He said as he started working on getting his shirt off.

While he was occupied with his clothes I started to take mine off starting with my shirt but when I got to the drawstring on my pants he stopped me.

"I'll deal with that when it's my turn dear."

"Ngk." Was all I could manage to get out and he flipped me onto my back and started on getting the rest of my clothes off.

"Honestly wanted an apology dance from you, but I think I'd like this as an apology show."

I could not find words so I just nodded dumbly at him.

"Before we do this, do I have your consent to keep going?"

"Oh for somebody's sake Angel, fuck me."

He smiled, and looked my body up and down as if I were a five course meal, ready to be devoured.

He started to reach towards the front pieces of my hair and play with them, caressing the side of my cheek.

"So pretty, and such a mess just for me." He said staring at me endearingly.

I could feel the blood rush to my cock as soon as he said it.

"Hmmm what should I start with first, any ideas?"

Speaking was still out of the question so me whimpering was the most he'd get.

He chuckled and moved down to where my drawstring of my sweatpants were at.

"Aziraphale ple-"

He started to pull my pants down, already caressing over the bulge of my cock.

"Patience Crowley, I'm getting there." He urged.

He put his mouth over the cloth and I was already thrusting up, fuck patience. He could tell how impatient I was getting and instead of teasing me he finally pulled my boxers down letting my cock bob free.

He froze for a moment, watching it quiver, then without warning put his whole entire mouth around it and took it in.

"Fuck!" I yelped putting my hands on his hair, not quite pushing him down but urging him on.

He then pushed my hands down asking me to give him that extra push. So I did, and I pushed hard. Not like he could gag anyways because we don't have a gag reflex.

"You like this don't you, making me go insane with the obscure things you can do with your mouth?"

He hummed and I felt whole body tighten, I knew I was getting close and so did he because he sped up.

"Azira- Angel! Fuck, fuck, please please, please!" I was babbling incoherently now chasing my release.

Seconds later I came, hard. My vision going white and my ears were ringing. Him lightly rubbing the tip of my cock giving me waves of aftershock.

I laid back onto the bed, trying to catch my breath, Aziraphale came up and laid beside me.

"What are ya doing?" I asked.

"You seem worn out so I figured you were done for the night." He said, trying to mask the sort of sadness in his voice.

"Oh fuck no, none of that, go to the end of the bed, bend over."

This apology show isn't over yet.

END! Next chapter? you guessed it, more smut!

#good omens #good omens smut #ineffable husbands

[natsumesakasaki666]

Tiny Universe

TL note: I didn’t translate the beginning because it’s mostly just Hinata and Midori. And I could have sworn there was a translation for that part but I can’t find it. Anyways this is the translation for the second half of this story. The sleepover part :D !!!!!!

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Sora: knock knock☆ Shisho~ , Sora is here fully prepared!

Natsume: ah Sora, welcomE! Come on iN

Sora: Good evening Shisho~! And good evening to you too, great shisho~ !

Are you cleaning up? Sora will help too!

Wataru: Don’t worry about it! I'm only quickly cleaning around the bed I'll be sleeping in tonight.

Natsume: No matter how many times I scold hiM, sir knight never learns and always leaves a mESS. How troublesOME

I wish he would learn a little from Nii-chan senpAI. I probably shouldn’t complain since I am grateful that he lets me use it freely while he’s abroAD.

Natsume: So it seems that Shisho is going to use sir knight’s bED, as for yOU, Sora—

You can use Nii-chan senpai’s bED!

He’s currently away doing some film wORK. Oh and of course I asked for his permissION.

Come here when you’re done unpackING. Shisho brought an interesting movie for uS, let’s watch it togethER!

Sora: Will do! Nito-senpai, Sora will borrow your bed for a bit~♪

——a while later——

Natsume: …. a silent movie featuring one of the great comedy kiNGS. This was my first time watching it from beginning to eND.

Since there isn’t any dialogue amongst the characTERS, you can only guess it through their facial expressions and body languAGE, but it's quite easy to understand their emotiONS.How interesTING♪

Wataru: Fufufu. I’m glad that you enjoyed it. What about you, Sora-kun?

Sora: Haha~ ♪ Sora liked the circus tightroping part! Sora’s heart was beating so fast during that scene, it looked like they were about to fall!

Sora wants to try walking on a tightrope! Shisho~, someday let’s have switch do it on stage!

Natsume: that sounds nicE. How about we also have Senpai do a fire danCE…♪

Natsume: Enough of that for nOW, it’s about time to turn off the lights. Let’s get into bED.

Sora: hmmm. Sora doesn’t want to sleep yet~. Can we talk to each other in bed until we fall asleep?

Wataru: of course. I’d be happy to

——— (lights go out) ———

Natsume: The lights are ouT…? Sora, what are you fumbling with over theRE?

Sora: HiHi~♪ Sora brought something great from his room~. A projector that projects the universe onto the ceiling!

Almost done…. Set up is complete~!

Wataru: AMAZING! Constellations are shining everywhere. How wonderful!

…Natsume-kun. Shall we assist and make this even more beautiful?

Natsume: FuFU, I was just thinking the same thING♪

Sora: Wow… sparkling lights are flying all across the room! It’s Shisho~’s and Great Shisho~’s magic!

A light flew over here~. Huh? Even though it’s right in front of Sora, he can’t grab it. How strange~

Natsume: It’s an illusion created with my dreAMS, so it doesn’t have a physical entiTY. If you try to grab it, it will disappEAR.

Sora: In that case, Sora will only enjoy looking at it♪ It would be sad if it were to disappear.

…Sora wants to learn magic that makes people happy so that he can be like you two~

Is it possible to imitate it just by looking ? … …..aye!

Sora: Uuunnn, nothing happened~? Aye! Aye!

Wataru: Shall I give you a helping hand! First, I need you to picture pitch black darkness

…have you imagined it? Now then, in that darkness, try to picture a single, beautiful, memorizing light

Sora: a memorizing light….

Natsume: it can be a precious memoRY, or scenery that moved yOU.

Sora: (something that memorized Sora… a scene that moved Sora was—)

(The view from the stage where Sora stands together with Shisho~ and Senpai)

…aye!

Ah… Shisho~ , Great Shisho~ , look! Sora is able to do it too!

Although it’s a bit small and weak, Sora was able to create a light!♪

Natsume: yES. It’s far more beautiful than any of the ones I’ve creaTED.

Sora: Sora will practice more so he can create lots and lots of them~!

Yawn… Sora wants to learn magic that makes people hap……

…zzzzzz♪

Natsume: ….fuFU, I guess he got tired and fell asleEP

“I want to learn magic that makes people happy”…. Even without magIC, you have the ability to make people hapPY

Wataru: His potential is still unknown. You never know, someday he may become a “Shisho” himself who surpasses us….♪

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Bonus: here’s sleepy Sora because he’s so cute 🥹💕

#ensemble stars #natsume sakasaki #sora harukawa #hibiki wataru

[corntort]

hmmmm av writing idea

Uhhh av stej au or vice versa

That or trace dealing with the consequences of having an old man in his brain

hmmmmmmmmmmm stej/av aus i can't think of any suuuuper good hooks to swing from BUT i can ponder jester powers some av characters would have. let me consult the poop squad for this one.

trace i think goes to gravity jester specifically since theyre usually used by construction workers to work without needing to sleep as well as making themselves weightless. ofc when you take off the hat you immediately just crash into the dirt. he also enjoy the zen it gives him since he's so on the fritz. literally weed hat that helps u focus, that'd be something he benefits from a lot. poop squad agrees.

and to quote my friend tama "magic jester is to stej as justin bailey passcode is to av" which i think absolutely correct. so magic jester is his secondary just because its funny. but he dabbles in the "weirder" jester powers just in general.

we agreed on indra just keeping her main to electric bat. its simple and hits HARD and she doesn't have to deal with any side effects because its just an electric bat.

secondary is cool jester though because she likes the elegant strides that it has over the other jesters. impervious to cold as well, and when weilding icicles the size of people (or i guess in this situation, formies) she can have a deadly precision with her aim.

hammond's main easily megagram hammer. she swings that huge thing around with GUSTO. slams the ground and swats the debris like its a game to bash bots. she's having a great time.

her secondary we couldn't really decide for a sec but edgy is the final verdict. good mobility when she's trying to maneuver to better areas to then switch back to megagram and really wreak havoc but Also. because she thinks edgy jester is Really Cool. let's be real she's a huge nerd.

athetos main and secondary are archer and mage respectively. stuff more ranged, he's not getting up close and personal at his age. plus he's the tube man. ranged is all he's got.

as for that last writing idea, HMMM! i may try that !!! im gonna try and chip away at chapter 10 of old man time but if that proves for naught i'll take a stab at old man armthetos fucking with trace

#because its quite funny #rambles #stej #ask #trace av #indra av #hammond av #athetos av #anonymous

[ipsen]

hi fellow writer: 1, 7, 23 36, 58, 77 for blank canvas

hello <3 these ones were fun to respond to!

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Multi-chaptered fics, but like short story length and not super long ones. Blank Canvas has been an exception to this rule, but I won't be doing something as long as it for a while once I’m done. I burn out too fast usually.

How do you choose which POV to write from?

3rd person limited usually because it’s comfortable. I try to stick to one POV at all times during a fic run, but a POV switch is always fun to think about... Or maybe the same fic but from a different POV in the future? Who knows...

I’ll dabble in other POVs if it’s suitable to the subject, though.

Best writing advice for other writers?

My creative writing teacher in high school always said, "Take what resonates." Meaning that since it's your story, you should only take the parts of critique coming your way and run with what matters the most to you. People are gonna miss certain themes and intent! So you should keep that in mind as they tell you their thoughts.

Also, most people will be able to discern what's wrong with a piece of yours, but 90% of the time, never listen to their suggestions on how to actually fix it. Just focus on the problems they identified and go from there.

How do you write kissing scenes?

Are you trying to weasel out a preview for Blank Canvas? Kidding, of course.

Kissing scenes are hard (heh)— or rather, extended ones are. There’s only so many ways to describe opening and closing your mouth around someone else’s mouth and also I guess there’s parts where you lick their mouth? Also you lick other places and kiss them there too? Insane.

I try to focus more on how the kiss makes them feel than what is actually happening. Similar to dialogue, the physical thing is described followed by a mountain of feelings. The flexibility of feelings makes a kissing scene wholesome, smutty, etc.

(My favorite type of kissing scenes are the ones where they just can’t get enough of each other. Desperation? Sweet release? I like them all.)

What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)

Writing is the most fun when I have a clear vision of how it plays out; the adrenaline rush from knowing what to actually write for once is unmatched. Otherwise, it’s outlining or bouncing ideas off someone! Conceptualizing allows me to step outside of the feelings and personal stakes of the narrative and just… breathe.

Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from Blank Canvas?

Hmmm... If we're talking so far, then I'm stuck between Kaneki and Donato's conversation in Chapter 6, Hide and Kaneki reading Donato's file in Chapter 7, and Sen and Kaneki's little hug on the couch in Chapter 8.

No yeah the Chapter 8 hug. It’s just so cute and I like it. They were already in love, but this is where they start confronting those feelings. Hopefully it works out for them.

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Thanks for the ask!

#ask #blank canvas #writing

[creative-kny-fics]

Since there is no girl fights yet can ask for switch Shinobu and Mitsuri?

Pls and Thank u

Leafyanon

Ohhh that's right! There is not much of them 2! There is always a first time hahahaha, okay!

Lers: Shinobu Kocho and Mitsuri Kanroji

Lees: Shinobu Kocho and Mitsuri Kanroji

'Shinobu - San *caw caw* Kanroji invites you to a sleepover!' 'Huh?', Shinobu took the small letter that the crow handed him and began to read it.

'Dear Kocho, I invite you to a sleepover at my estate! These days have been very stressful for me and I would like to have a good time with my friend! Confirm to my raven if you will come or not. Sincerely: Kanroji Mitsuri', Shinobu mused for a moment, she couldn't just leave like that, she had to check on the patients, make their medicines, take care of the girls and...

Wow, she hadn't realized that almost all his time she was investing it in the organization, perhaps, Mitsuri was not the only one who was stressed...

'Tell Kanroji that thank you very much for the invitation, I will go'

Shinobu arranged everything that was necessary, entrusted Aoi and Kanao to the care of the estate, finished the medicines, and annoyed Giyuu. Now, she could already take a little break.

'Ahhh!! shinobu!! Did you come!! pass pass!! Are you at home! Feel free to do what you want' 'Thank you very much Mitsuri-San'

For almost 2 hours they talked about their day to day, they ate, they got ready, you know, normal things that happen in all sleepovers

'So how is Iguro-San as a couple?' 'It's totally adorable~! Kyaa! It is so beautiful! So thoughtful!', Mitsuri took a pillow and covered her face while waving her legs excitedly.

'I'm happy for you Kanroji' 'And you Kocho? Someone catch your eye?' 'I don't have time for such things', Mitsuri took the pillow off her face; poor Shinobu, she works so much and has no free time, she thought.

Mitsuri approached Kocho, trying to give her a hug.

'You don't need to be like this Kocho, I understand you' 'I'm fine Kanroji, there's nothing to worry about', Mitsuri mused a little until she knew exactly what to do.

It always worked in these cases...'Nice try, Mitsuri' 'H-Huh?! Kohohocho!', well, almost always

'Hohohow did you knohahahaw?' 'You were very predictable. Did you think I wouldn't notice? It might work with Tomioka, Sanemi, Muichiro or Obanai, but... not with me'

'Kyahahaha! Kocho! Plehehehease!' Mitsuri fell backwards as she twisted from side to side trying to evade the fingers that slid around her sides.

'Ahahahaha! Shihinobuhuhu! Nohoho thahahat! Sohohohorry! Eahahahahaha!' 'What's up Kanroji? It's not so funny when you're the lee, huh?', well, it was true, Mitsuri liked to make fun of how ticklish her victim was, but now it's not so funny anymore

'Hmmm... Hey Kanroji, on a scale of 1 to 10. How ticklish are you?' 'Ehehehehe?! Gyahahahaha! Shinobu! Nohohoho!! Wahahahahit!'

'What do you expect? I do not believe that. What's up, are you very ticklish? What happened when Tomioka asked to wait? You were laughing, I think this would be payback,' Mitsuri let out a squeal as Shinobu found a particularly sweet spot.

'Yohohou ahahahasked for ihihit!' 'Ha-! No! Mihihitsuhuhuri! Ahahahahaha!' 'Tahahahake thihihis!', Mitsuri stood up, dancing her fingers around Shinobu's waist, smiling as she tried not to smile or laugh.

'Hahahahaha! Mitsuri! Hohohold on! Yohohour nahahails!' 'Yeah? What's wrong with my nails? Do they tickle you? Come on Shinobu, I already laughed, now it's your turn!', or that was what Mitsuri thought would happen, she didn't expect Shinobu to direct her fingers to her sides again.

'Gahahaha! Shinobu! Ahahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!' 'Whahahat's wrohohong? Hmmmm! KAHAHAHANROJI!'

Almost 1 whole minute lasted that little fight (if I could call it that?).

'GHIHIIVE UHUHUP' 'YOHOHOU FIHIHIRST!' 'AT THE SAME TIME!'

'1...2...3', and so they finally parted ways.

'Yohohou're terrible, Kohocho!' 'You tohoho!', well, I guess that ended it all.

'Good job Shinobu, but I'm still a better ler than you' 'You? I don't think so, I'm better', or... maybe not, well apparently the above was just the first round

#demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #ler!shinobu #ler!mitsuri #lee!shinobu #lee!mitsuri #shinomitsu friendship

[mrslittletall]

So, it is the last day of the year... Let's reflect, shall we... You probably all know what happened at the end of last year. My husband got sick, I brought him to the hospital thinking it is an easy fix and then he was basically dying with sepsis. So yeah, that was... not great. Especially with all the complications that arose. He is home now, but he is not healthy yet. We have at least one surgery left and it will happen in January and then I hope he can finally go into rehab for good. The good news are, he is getting better and better at home, he even can stand for a few seconds, so I am positive a proper rehab can be done towards the end. He will be disabled for a good while though. Anyway, this year has been a challenge, both emotionally and physically, because I was suddenly alone and had to handle things that my husband normally does. I kinda realized I am stronger than I look then because carrying two sixpacks of 1,5 l water bottles was impossible for me once. It isn't anymore. I tried being creative when I found time, but I had to admit to myself that it isn't happening somewhen in Summer, so I went on hiatus, only writing when I truly had nothing else to do and going on a complete art hiatus. I miss it though. I want to write and draw regularly again, but there are still too many things in my mind. Mainly the stuff with my driver's licence because for some reason me running to my husband in hospital while in distress and accidentally damaging a car while parking which I didn't even notice is a warrant to punish me really really hard. I am still salty about that, yes! So how did I cope? Easily with indulging myself in video games: Let me put that under the cut:

When the thing with my husband first happened I barely was able to do anything. I was mostly cleaning and tidying up the apartment and then watch videos on Youtube because if I broke out in tears during this it was easy to pause and blow my nose. It took a few days and my husband getting better so that I could try and do other stuff again. And I really really indulged myself into Pokémon Scarlet. The games were pretty fresh during that time and I played them a little but not much, but now... I was hooked. I had days off work and if I wasn't visiting my husband, I would sit in front of my Switch and play Pokémon Scarlet and my god, did I love it! The story, the characters, the open world, the music... yes they are technical not well programmed, but I did never mind because that game gave me a peace of mind. Even after I finished the story I sat there each evening doing the Tera Raids. I love the Tera raids. Gen. 9 games are easily my favourite Pokémon games since Gen. 4 and funnily enough, when Gen. 4 came out I also had a hard time in my life, so I guess Pokémon is like my therapy game now... But of course I wasn't playing Pokémon the whole year. After I was done with it, I decided to finally finish Darkest Dungeon with a little help of one of my Discord servers. I pretty much only had the Darkest Dungeon left, but it takes a while because a group that went into it will never enter it again, so you basically have to level up four teams for each quest and that only if you don't fail it. Anyway, I had the game on hiatus for a whole year, so it felt good to finally finish it. And then I was like "Oh, I remember Anno 1800. I bought the History version a while ago but never played it. Let's do it." I then installed the game and was like "Hmmm, maybe I should get the other DLCs as well?" and they were on sale so I just got the last pack and started Anno 1800 with all DLCs activated.

And I got hooked for the first part of 2023. God, I played this game a lot. I also streamed it to friends so they could indulge in the towns that are being build up. Me and my friend Panda called it the "Autism game" because it basically is like building up your own miniature model town, only that everything is alive and moves around. The game however, can get overwhelming, especially with all DLCs, so I wasn't able to play it lately. I want to come back to it though. I also got myself into the Cooking Mama games when I was depressed and browsed Amazon for used DS games to see if I can get some nice deals. I bought the first Cooking Mama, tried it and was hooked. After a while I decided to buy the rest of the series and had five games to play for my DS and 3DS. I finished them all and they were a really good time. They also renewed my interest in trying new recipes at home, but that has to wait until my husband is better. And then I downloaded Final Fantasy 14, in an attempt to connect better to my husband because he played this game a lot before he became sick. I quickly got hooked, mostly because of the music. I upgraded to the full game even before I finished Heavensward (which is included in the free trial) and am currently at Endwalker and wow, just wow! There are flaws of course, but this story has been a roller coaster and I really have fun with the group content like the dungeons and the alliance raids and stuff! I hope my husband can go back to his character soon (his hands bother him still so he doesn't want to play) so we can play together. And that after I was like "Nah, after WoW I will never play a MMO again." Whoops... Speaking of Final Fantasy, in February TheatRhythm Final Bar Line released and I played the shit out of that game! I love the FF music, I love rhythm games, it is a match made in heaven. I even tried my hand on the supreme scores and they are truly super duper hard! Could only clear them with a full healer team, but playing them also meant that ultimate felt easy... I also played a charming indie game named Ato at the start of the year. It is basically a Metroidvania bossrush, but a really really good one with hidden lore you can find in the world. The final boss had me in tears and the music was so so good! I wholeheartedly recommend this game. It isn't super long either, you can finish that game in eight to ten hours depending on your skill.

In summer there released the new Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons games, but I kinda wasn't hooked with them. I will probably play them more once my husband is better. Instead, however, I got hooked by Rune Factory 3. I bought both 3 and 4 Special Edition for my Switch and decided to play 3 for and this game is so charming and I love the characters a lot and the gameplay loop is fun and ugh, why didn't I play these games sooner?! Yeah, I played RF3 a lot and I still have to finish it, but my husband mostly has the Switch at the moment and he deserves it after being away for a whole year ^^ Speaking of the Switch, Metroid Prime Remastered! My birthday gift for myself. The game is as fantastic as ever and even though I didn't 100 % it, I got a lot of the items and then beat the final boss. And speaking of big Nintendo IPs, Zelda Tears of the Kingdom. Like BotW it needed a while to grip me, but once it did, I was fascinated! I still have to finish it however, it is a big game and it will keep me busy for a while longer. Now it is the end of the year. I am still busy with FF14 and Zelda ToTK. Pokémon DLC released and I wanna play that. And I bought Lies of P for my PS5 and love it so far! I am updating you guys about Lies of P regularly and sometimes about FF14 and Zelda. Also, I decided to use my Steamdeck more, so I play a dungeon crawler named Silent Hope on it (from the Story of Seasons developers, that got me interested) and I started a cozy game named Potion Permit. Of course I threw my Laurence into it. Feels fitting for him to be a chemist xD What will the new year bring? Hopefully my husband will be better and will be able to walk again. Other than that, I hope that I keep my licence. And then... I just hope that I can continue being creative and if not... I keep playing my games.

#little's end of the year rambles