#tumblr my dear please stop hiding my posts

[disaster-racing]

Answering the serious questions with Marcus Armstrong during his break in NZ

#marcus armstrong #formula 2 #katie vs photoshop #tumblr my dear please stop hiding my posts

[gaspshichat]

pearl quotes !!

i write down a lot of pearl quotes and sometimes share them in her discord server. i've decided to put every single one i've gathered into one tumblr post. i will reblog the most recent addition every saturday with any new quotes that i have acquired. you can also send me quotes in my ask box or my dms on twitter [username is gaspshichat, like usual]. no guarantees that they'll be added though!

a lot of these quotes are sus and very out of context. that is part of the point! if pearl wants me to delete this, i absolutely will

[before it gets asked, karn is her bestie boyfriend]

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pearl: before we do that let me restock my balls

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pearl: ooh there's things happening on the ser- A BEACON ????

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pearl: don't thank me because i didn't approve of it

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pearl: i hope you guys understood what i said because i didn't

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pearl: "you killed a frog?" yup! it was for science......let it be known that is a terrible excuse in real life

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pearl: "do you take iron tablets?" i have them!

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pearl to keralis: well you're a letdown but i don't talk about that

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pearl: fix ai, make them breedable

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pearl: i got the double p! please don't acronym that

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pearl: "do you use slabs in terraforming?" *zooms in on a slab she used for terraforming* no

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pearl: "don't sell yourself short" it's okay i'm tall

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pearl: they don't bite! much..

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pearl: doc owes me child support!

*long, stunned silence*

cleo: ....okay….

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cleo: so keralis did the kidnapping, and you did kidnapping by proxy

pearl: ...no

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pearl: it was a heart of mutton. it was creepy

cleo: it was a meat heart :D

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cleo: i want to mail horrible things, like animals, to iskall

pearl: oh! that's horrid

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pearl: "you charge your other mats rent?" yes

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pearl: i don't know if this is lag or if my balls are just popping in really slowly

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pearl: these balls ain't going away

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pearl: let me move my balls aside for you

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pearl: hello ♪

karn: is it me you're looking for ♪

pearl: no ♪

karn: oh :(

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pearl: i don't need a big, strong man to kill me

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pearl: turn down the thing you need to turn down...you know what it is

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karn: i fractured the world from what i can tell

pearl: ..bruh

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pearl: what does the button do?

karn: THE BUTTON SHUTS THE DOORS ON US AND SPAWNS A BUNCH OF MOBS

pearl: i pushed the button hehe

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pearl: cleo made the child

false: ...the child?

pearl: yeah :D it's a bebe

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pearl: "why are there beach umbrellas at the post office?" *long pause* maybe it's because of all the water?

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pearl: you caught me mid construction

gem: i know >:3

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pearl: he's letting his babies loose

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gem: look at you up there. you're adorable *punches her*

pearl: aH-

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pearl: i am greatly navigationally challenged right now

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pearl: i got too comfortable with hermitcraft actually working

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pearl: ah! moist!

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pearl: anyway that's completely distracted me away from my really passionate rockies

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pearl: we have pickles to do !!

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karn: let's not sit on the balls

pearl: 🤨

karn: *holds up cat toys*

pearl: oh- *starts laughing and hides her very red face*

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pearl: just shove it in

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pearl: how do you know what brimstone tastes like

karn: i've lived quite the life

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pearl: give it a suck

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pearl: our feet are not equal

karn: why are you bringing our feet into this ??

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pearl: i could give you the australian bestie word-

karn, oblivious: alright

pearl: -but it's not pg

karn, realizing: ahhh

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karn: it's a mental thing, you see

pearl: oh

karn: yes, i'm mentally stuck here

pearl: i see

karn: yes, i'm in a position where i don't want to leave-

pearl: that's very intense for a friend

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karn: it's just as sweet as you

pearl: don't butter me up

karn: too late!

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pearl: i'm flee with extra flee

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karn: you okay, my dear?

pearl: *sobbing*

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pearl: did you pee in the ocean?

karn, instantly: yes

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pearl: stop wasting your bullets!

karn: sorry ☹️

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pearl: did you think his ass was his face ????

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pearl: in what realm is a butthole a face ????

karn: *trying to explain*

pearl: babe :I

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pearl: take that you stupid ass robot

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karn: on the count of three. one-

pearl: *starts blasting*

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pearl: stupid ass spider

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pearl: a butt is clearly defined by two cheeks, a hole, and a tail!

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pearl: [karn] is very special. in multiple ways

#pearlescentmoon #hc 10 #hermitcraft 10 #pearlescentmoon quotes #hermitcraft 10 quotes #hc 10 quotes #correct quotes #funny quotes #any quotes from tomorrow's video will be added onto next week's quote batch

[youtifulhobi]

The Last Train [PJM]

➴ Pairing: reader x Park Jimin (platonic; familial) | WC: 1.7k | Genre: angst, h/c | Rating: G (general)

➴ Warnings: grieving/grief; major character death (already happened prior to story; death is just the main theme of this fic), death (obviously)

➴ Tags: death, grief, hurt/comfort, train conductor!jimin, train!conductor reader, grandfather!jimin, grandchild!reader [gender neutral], major character death

➴ Summary: Upon the end of your grandfather's life, you seek closure and begin a life without him.

➴ Author's note: this is a very personal story. I lost my grandparent six months ago and it's all been downhill from there, but it's time for me to get up off the floor. I understand that not everyone grieves the same way I do (namely to put it into writing and publish it), but this was also written for anyone who's lost a loved one and needs comfort. Please don't yell at me for not writing something a certain way -- this was written as a form of self-comfort and serves as a goodbye to my grandparent. NOT BETA READ.

Based off the poem The Train of My Life by  Jean d'Ormesson.

Do not redistribute or plagiarise on any other platforms (including but not limited to wattpad, youtube, instagram, facebook).  I only use tumblr and AO3 as of the time of posting.  If I find my work plagiarised or redistributed without consent, I will not hesitate to take legal action.

“It’s been a pleasure, fellow Conductor.” a voice sounds near your ear, warm and comforting.

You swivel in your chair to find a familiar figure standing near the sliding door, hands clasped together in front of him. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, not bothering to hide the quaking in your voice. 

“I mean that my stop is next. That we’ll be arriving at my station soon, and it’s time for me to go.” A sad smile mars an elderly gentleman’s face, shattering the peaceful façade. 

Tears well up in your eyes and you pull the brakes as hard as you can, unwilling to go even a metre further. The train screeches to a halt, wheels groaning against the metal tracks as sparks fly from the friction between the two.

“No,” you say firmly, shaking your head. “No, I won’t let you go.”

His smile widens further, but his eyes offer a glimpse into his true emotions. He hurts as much as you, if not more. He’s known you since you were still in your mother’s stomach, after all. Has fought for you, loved you, since the moment he learned of your existence. Has sheltered you, raised you, nurtured you, laughed with you, and wiped your tears away when you were sad.

“Grandpa, please,” you beg. “Just a little more time. Just a few minutes. That’s all I ask.”

“But a few minutes will turn into more, and then we’ll be at a standstill, my dear,” he says gently. “When it comes to those we love, even forever isn’t enough.”

Your lower lip trembles as you fight to keep a sob from escaping. He’s not wrong. In fact, that’s precisely why it feels like your heart is entrapped in a vice-like grip. “Please don’t leave me.”

“My little one,” he says simply, eyes shining with unshed tears as he lifts his arms. You don’t hesitate, crossing the short distance between you in two bounds and into his embrace. “My sweet, beautiful, kind-hearted little bird.”

He strokes your hair lovingly as you press your face into the polo shirt he loves to wear at home, the piqué fabric greedily soaking up your tears.

You hold his waist with one hand, the other resting on his back as you return the embrace. He continues to soothe you, whispering while he waits for you to collect yourself. 

“You can’t leave yet, grandpa,” you mumble into his chest. “I haven’t finished honouring my familial duties to you.”

“What do you mean by that?” he asks.

“I treated you horribly when I was a teenager. I flung your hand away every time you reached for it. I said things I wish I never said, but can’t take back. I wished terrible things on you when I thought you were being unfair. I even wished for your—”

“My little bird,” he says again, lifting your chin to meet your eyes. You look away, unable to meet his gaze. “Look at grandpa. Please.”

You do as you’re told.

“We have all done things we regret in life. Grandpa has never once blamed you for anything you did. Ah-ah,” he starts when you begin to protest. “I don’t want to hear it. You are my beloved grandchild. I don’t hold it against you. I never have, and never will, even for a second. We are all foolish when we are teenagers. You do, you regret, you learn from your mistakes, you move on. This is what grandpa has taught you. Do you remember?”

You nod meekly, tears continuing to flow down your cheeks.

“Grandpa loves you. And you love grandpa. This is what is truly important. Your actions spoke louder than your words. I know you loved me then, and you love me even more now. You have grown so much, and I am very proud of you. I know you did not truly mean what you said then. We never do when we are emotional, and you were quite angry during your teenage years, weren’t you?”

You flush at the memories that arise from his words. He chuckles lightheartedly. “Forgive an old man for his cheekiness.”

“Anything for you,” you reply simply. He beams at that, his smile wider than it has been in a long time. 

“And that, my little bird, is what I mean when I say you have a heart of gold. You have always been kind. Kind to a fault, really. You forgive and forget when you should only forgive, and people have taken advantage of your gentle nature. You are too sweet. You must learn to protect yourself. Be kind, but have a backbone. Bite back when you need to. Being magnanimous does not equate being a doormat. Be like grandpa.”

A fresh wave of grief washes over you, and you cling to him like it’s the last thing you’ll be able to do.

He rests his head on top of yours, blinking back the evidence of his own anguish as he swallows hard. It hurts him just as much to leave you, if not more, but with his earthly duties finished, he has no choice but to leave.

“There’s so much more I wanted to do with you,” you say sadly. “I just got my memories back, and you’re…I mean, our journey is ending. I wanted to reminisce with you more and ask you advice like you always wanted me to do and—”

Your voice quivers and breaks as denial finally breaks its hold over you. Your grandfather is leaving, his story continuing only through the legacy he’s left on this earth, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. No amount of begging, holding, pleading, or wails of agony will delay his departure, even if you both desperately want him to stay with you.

Your grandfather tucks a finger under your chin to peer at your face and smiles bitterly, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. You bite your lower lip, vision blurring as you sniffle. 

“I don’t want you to blame yourself for anything that’s happened in the past,” you hear him say. “The past is in the past. What’s important is how we move on from our mistakes and learn from them.”

He brings your attention to a digital clock that has begun counting down the time you have left. 15 minutes. 14:57.

You blink. 13:53. That can’t be right. You can’t have wasted one minute just staring at the bright red numbers instead of memorising every last centimetre of your grandfather’s face. No matter. You’ll regret it later. You have to make the most of what’s left.

Steeling your resolve, you pull back in your grandfather’s embrace and look at him determinedly, furrowing your eyebrows. He lets out a laugh at something only he can see, and you feel the corners of your lips quirk up at his infectious joy. You think your grandfather is the most perfect human being to exist, albeit having his flaws. He has helped countless people over the course of his life, giving advice, comfort, and financial assistance to those who needed it. He made mistakes and bumbled his way through life at times, but never once did he let his mistakes hold him back. 

He taught you to keep moving forward, even if it felt like the sky was crumbling.

You spend the rest of the time you have holding him close, murmuring your innermost thoughts and listening to his voice, not noticing when he leans over to the control panel and disengages the brakes, allowing the train to begin moving forward again.

It is only when a gentle chime sounds, echoing throughout the train, and a pre-recorded voice announces that the train has arrived at the last station that you realise your time is up.

Fresh tears well in your eyes when your grandfather squeezes your hand tightly, tugging you along to the door. Mutely, you follow him and step off the train, wrinkling your eyebrows when you see a new train on the opposite side of the platform. 

“That’s your train, little bird,” your grandfather says. “Your journey with me is over, and it’s time to take control of your own train. It has followed you the whole time you were on mine. You have a life to live, a train of yours to drive. You will have passengers that get on and get off. You may promote some to co-conductors and demote them. This is all part of the train of life.”

He pulls you to him, holding you so tight that you can’t breathe, but releases you after a moment. “Fly free, my little bird. When it’s your time, I will be waiting at your station to welcome you home.”

Tears spill over and follow a pre-ordained path down your face as you step off your grandfather’s train and onto your own. It feels wrong, but you know it’s the right thing to do. You must move on, no matter how difficult it is.

The doors are closing. Please step back. You listen to the disembodied announcer and watch, smiling through your tears, as your grandfather-less train begins to move and leave his station. His waving form grows smaller and smaller, until nothing but the darkness of a tunnel surrounds the train. You’ve officially left him behind.

Letting out a long exhale, you wipe your eyes and your nose before entering your conductor’s cabin, where you freeze.

On one of the chairs lies a framed photo of you and your grandfather, with a note on top that reads: 

To my precious little bird. I could have never asked for a better grandchild. Even if I could spend eternity with you, it would still not be enough. You are my pride and joy. Finish your duties thoroughly and leave as few regrets as possible. Do not rush through them to find me. I am an important but not the only part of your life. You still have much to look forward to. I love you. See you soon. 

As you read the second last line of his letter, your train exits the tunnel into a beautifully sunny field with his favourite flowers lining either side of the meadow. 

Momentarily blinded, you hold a hand to shield your face and squint against the sudden onslaught of light before turning your attention to the last line of the letter he left you.

Love, Grandpa (Park Jimin).

MList

“The Last Train [PJM]” is © copyright @youtifulhobi​ 2024, all rights reserved.

#bts fanfiction #fanfiction #jimin fanfiction #jimin #bts #bts angst #jimin angst #park jimin angst #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #bts x reader

[oraclekleo]

Hello, my dear followers!

I'm sorry for not posting new content these days.

The fact is that several factors piled up and I feel so completely unmotivated to continue posting.

I highly appreciate the ones who keep interacting with me (there are a few of you but trust me, I know and I love you for your activity here).

On the other hand, my poll showed that majority of my followers don't ever reblog content or that people feel uncomfortable rebloging 18+ content. Not gonna lie to you, it hurts when someone likes to read your content but feel ashamed for it.

I can understand this for sure. I can also understand that in the current world, I'm not gonna be motivated through tips either. Perfectly understandable.

However, I feel genuinely discouraged by the fact majority of my followers don't even leave a comment of feedback on my readings. There are many readings I have done for idols or celebs I personally don't follow and I have specifically asked for any type of feedback to know whether I have been anywhere near accurate and there was no response.

I understand that you guys feel embarrassed rebloging my content. It's fine. I mean, you will hopefully mature in time so you don't feel ashamed for what you like but it might take years for you to get there.

I understand nobody has the funds to support content creators through tips.

But what harm would it be if you actually gave feedback? Anonymous one can't be traced back to you. What is your excuse here? Because I have mentioned it million times that feedback means everything to any content creator. By not providing one, you show you don't care for other people's feelings and their hard work and efforts.

Don't get me wrong! I don't mind if your feedback comes a year after I have posted something. The time isn't important to me and I'm so very grateful to everyone who actually gives feedback and interacts with me.

I have over 1000 followers and even if half of them were bots, it's still sad I usually get feedback and interactions from 10-15 people here.

You need to understand one thing - Tarot is my hobby. I do it for my own pleasure, yes. But that doesn't apply to posting on Tumblr. I can continue doing tarot readings but without any increase in support through feedback, I might simply stop posting on Tumblr. It takes my time and energy. And the reciprocity here is not adequate as of now.

PLEASE, STOP HIDING IN THE SHADOWS. 3-WORD COMMENT WILL DO MIRACLES FOR ME.

Yes, this is my blog and I carry the 99% of responsibility for it but there's that 1% that falls onto you, guys. It's feedback. Give feedback. Show you actually appreciate what I do. And if you don't like my content, then it's also fine. Let me know. I'll just stop spamming your feed if that's what's demanded from me. 😊

This doesn't apply only to me. If you are merely a content consumer (you don't create your own content), have the basic human decency and show the content creators you care and you appreciate their hard work. Can you imagine what would happen if all of the content creators just went on a strike? Can you imagine being left with your own thoughts instead of keeping your brains distracted with PACs, fanfics and other types of entertainment?

Be a good person and support your favourite content creators!

Thank you!

Kleo 🦄

#oracle kleo #kleo rants a bit #show some love #show some respect #support content creators

[monstrouslyobsessed]

some of these are SUPER old, gomen, so it'll be all under the cut for yall sanity. i really need to start answering more timely rip

tw: mild implications of noncon (cerelos), psychological mindfucks (cerelos), mentions of pregnancy (dol)

Oh, I can wait for your content as long as it takes! Creating is not an easy task, so take your time, dear. Ofc, posting everyday is cool, blah-blah, but your health and mental state is much more important. Don't worry about this <3 And talking about DoL, did you get to Ivory Wraith already? Who is your faves generally? —anonymous

did i not answer this before??? tumblr, please. anyway, ye i did! plotwise, very very fascinating. gameplay wise, annoying as heck when i was in middle of things i was working towards to lol i do wish ivory wraith's plot wouldn't be centered around weird anal/ear/whatever pregnancy tho, thats…kinda not my thing kdshkds--and thats coming from someone who writes preg on the regular. pls dev.

Ahhhh don't feel bad! Ur content is top-tier and u r a lovely perfect bun! Even quick look on your post is enough to feel that you're always working hard to give your best – it's we who should be thankful for all food u r giving </3

A lot lot lot of love to ya, dear 🥰 @iwanthistongue

dawww thank you dear <3333 i just wish i have it in me to be the super productive like some of the epic writers on this platform, but i dont dsklhdsl so all i can do is to do my best and provide every so often <3 also sorry that i cant seem to ping you???

Omg you're into dol? Who's your favorite character so far? —anonymous

eden, tbh! i ran into a scenario where they kidnapped me angry after being gone for too long. oof, what happened after that…wheeoooow but most of the characters are pretty dang good too!! i'd like to focus more love on kylar but theyre quite...annoying gameplay wise so…augh lol

i crave more beastfolk content 🤤 maybe something with a male reader dealing with a few yandere beastfolk who are trying to one-up each other and compete for him? male!yandere x male!reader content is a bit hard to find, especially if it's transmale!reader —anonymous

just send in an ask and i'll see what i can do! i found writing male readers (be it cis or not!) a little tricky sometimes, because i always feared crossing that…bad line, yanno? in spite of the contents i write.

that said, i'm all for writing more gays, just need a little nudge and sparks to write one~

have you heard of scp 401? —anonymous

…huh, this is a pron in the making. but no! this is the first ive heard of it. im aware of scp and knew some of its characters but not this one!!

Happy bday! I hope you got yourself a nice treat! —anonymous Happy birthday, dear! 🥳—anonymous Happy (i guess)late birthday, luv!!! Thank you for writing at this special day, hope your day was amazing <3 —anonymous

ohhhh this is months late;;; im so sorry but thank you all so much for your kind bday wishes!! ily all a bunch!!!

OMG YESSSS LORE!!! MORE MORE MORE <333 Thank you for the food, I can't stop re-reading 😭😭😭 —anonymous

ye~i mainly wanted to do more centaur pron tbh LOL glad you liked my nasty bois!

For a few days I had a thought- I hope it's ok to share ahaha- Okay, so – after getting in his grasp his future bride were acting so, so good. Her dedication is admirable, she's a quick learner and charismatic enough to get the liking of the teachers and maids. Her gentle and caring nature shows while she's communicating with others – no surprise everyone likes her. She's the same she was the day he met her... But the thing is, after all of this, she's absolutely terrified of Cerelos. She's not crying and wailing, but she's getting so quiet, so uncomfortable in his company, she always hiding her eyes and never tries to speak first – and she trembles so, so bad every time they're touching! Last time she even fainted from all nerves. How he may act and how mad he would be that servants getting more smiles and laughs than him? —anonymous

hmmm depends on why the darling is frightened tbh are they always afraid or is this started after cerelos took them the first time? i do imagine he'd be pretty upset and even offended, though he won't outwardly show his feelings. he'd probably start ordering the servants to disappear whenever the darling is in sight, be invisible, to further isolate them, to force them either to face their loneliness and/or accept cerelos as their emperor and husband. since humans are in nature social, they'd naturally long for some form of company and possibly some skin to skin contact.

in short, since the coecrced sex doesn't seem to do enough, cerelos would've likely infict some psychological damages on his darling to force them to accept him. he wouldn't be…physically abusive, no, but he will emotionally and mentally cripple his darling without relying on cruel words and uses some amount of gaslighting.

regardless, you will only have him and you will love him. he is, after all, your emperor and husband. why wouldn't you embrace him and his power?

Hi! I hope this is okay to ask: I saw one of your slightly older asks, and you mentioned you have a draft with a slime monster. I'm very curious about that one (but I also love your writing in general!), so I just wanted to ask you if you plan on finishing it —anonymous

.....sdhdflsk i thought i posted it, gosh dang it. well, i'll look into this later. if nothing else, it would be nice to go back and post my shitty 5 minutes thoughts again.

Hello how are you ? Hope you are doing well ❣️ I wanted to ask if you will continue or write anything similar like the rabbit hybrid fic ..it's my fav and i also like the ghost husband fic ..sorry if i made u uncomfortable👉👈...Have a nice day💖 —anonymous

i'm doing better!! <3 ty for checking in, luvvv

and after some waffling around, i considered since human/beastfolk hybrids are so rare and are considered the 'monsters' of their world (ig basically, considered as 'mythical', like yeti's and such, but actually does exist, kind of monsters), i figured it couldn't hurt to make these sad hybrids canon to my universe soooooooo ye i wouldn't mind doing more of them!! also i've done a crocodile hybrid one, if you've missed that one.

no, no, you're good! <3 loves getting asks like this~

the momster is back!!! we missed you, hope you’re having a good day <333 (p.s i am a monster fucker through and through, i will literally read and love anything you write mwah) @letskidaddle

daww youre so sweet!!! <3 ty!! monster fuckers united!!!! and yes you have a lovely day as well!!

whewwww, thats some asks to get through hhhh but man tumblr is so ugly. anyone know the fix to get it back to its simple self??

anyway, im slowly getting into the swing of things. got couple wips i can work on, maybe, and clear the inboxs for a fresh start (sorry to anyone who were waiting on certain things!! you can send them again tho!! a clean slate is needed imo). anyway, hope yall are doing wonderfully <3

#ghosts are curious.👻 #☠️not writing... #anonymous #asked #answered

[benoitblanc]

Okay sleepover questions.

Tell me about 5 of your tumblr crushes and why they’re so amazing to you.

Also, what kind of books do you like to read? Romance? Mystery? And do you have a book you love recommending to people?

to be completely honest i don't really understand the concept of a tumblr crush BUT if this is an opportunity to brag about how amazing my friends are i will happily oblige! i will endeavor to limit myself to only 5 people, and for those of you reading this whom i did NOT mention my sincere apologies and please know that i love you anyway. i am going to list them below a cut and put my book recs first just so this post isn't fifty miles long lol.

let's talk books! i will read just about anything i can get my hands on, but my favorite genres are urban fantasy, mystery, and historical. i don't read a lot of contemporary books that are only romance with nothing else, but i love jane austen and shakespeare. i also ADORE genre-melding, eg the seven deaths of evelyn hardcastle by stuart turton, which is a sci-fi 1920s murder mystery.

my top 7 favorite books of all time- i originally was going to do five but realized i also would recommend 6 and 7 to literally everyone i know- which i would absolutely recommend to everyone, are:

the book thief by markus zusak (historical; coming-of-age of a german girl during wwii as her foster family hides a jewish man in their basement. this book should make you SOB)

the sweetness at the bottom of the pie by alan bradley (historical mystery; 11-year-old aspiring chemist solves murders in 1950s england)

murder on the orient express by agatha christie (historical mystery; a passenger is found dead on a snow-trapped train. basic premise but i am not exaggerating when i say that this book reinvented the murder mystery genre)

six of crows by leigh bardugo (high fantasy heist; six teenagers are recruited to break a chemist out of prison in order to stop- or maybe start- a magical war)

if we were villains by ml rio (mystery; a shakespeare student at a performing arts conservatory is found dead and his classmates try to decide if they want his killer to be caught)

code name verity by elizabeth wein (historical; a spy and a pilot during wwii are sent on a mission that only one returns from. holy SHIT this book is plot-twisty)

good omens by neil gaiman and terry pratchett (urban fantasy; an angel and a demon team up to stop the 11yo antichrist from starting armaggedon)

sleepover asks!!!

(read on for me gushing about my friends!)

@tellthemhowihope NINA MY SCIENCE SISTER MY RECENT OVERGRAD LIGHT OF MY LIFE!!! nina is one of the sweetest funniest and most brilliant people i know (she is a scientist!!!) and it always makes my day to exchange doctor who memes, cute animal pictures, and souffle recipes with her. throwback to the time she cut off a foot of her hair on impulse and one of our mutual mutuals thought she cut off her foot... the good old days...

@wespers aka tuser weepers... jamie is one of my oldest mutuals and i am so so grateful she's in my life! she has the market cornered on beautiful pale gifsets, is my go-to for book recs, has excellent opinions on just about everything, and actually gets around to consume all the content i bully her into consuming (see: knives out, hadestown, the book thief...). ily jamie you're not beating the theatre kid allegations any time soon. i am also planning to think of something else to bully you into reading/watching/listening to shortly. what about into the woods have you listened to into the woods before. or little shop of horrors. i think you'd vibe with both of them.

@gracelcdomas is another very old and dear friend and is my murdoch mysteries and knives out buddy for LIFE. milo is one of the most upbeat people i know, and i love chatting to them about just about anything. also am ETERNALLY grateful that they will always send me an ask if i rb an ask game. get yourself friends who will enable you to rant about yourself for fun online.

@jewish-mulder- hi anna! a relatively more recent mutual of mine but one who can always be counted on to have the most correct x-files opinions, and is also a very talented screenwriter! i hope my incoherent x-files liveblog as i watch the show for the first time brings them joy, because i always love reading their little replies to my comments.

and last but certainly not least @anakinskyiwalker, who might actually be my very first mutual? ashlyn has always been such a constant and kind presence in my fandom experience and i adore her to bits.

(other people i love and cherish who deserve shoutouts: @iloveuspiderman @eohwyyn @heroeddiemunson @laowen @faithinthefuturedeluxe @angela-bassetts @danielsousa @billhaders @elliewillaims @karmas @trashcora and @clayfaced SAM WHEN WILL YOU RETURN FROM THE WAR I MISS YOU)

#thanks so much for asking!!! #answered #abt arwen #*mutuals #*nina #*jamie #*milo #*anna #*ashlyn

[bemycoffeepot]

oh bestie please share some books on your tbr! (as if my tbr needed more books lmao) and ofc the one you're currently reading!

OH MY GOSH I'M REALLY ABOUT TO DO THIS

as long as it just stays between us (and well Tumblr) ;)

But honestly SECRET, sending love to wherever you are because this is one of my favorite subjects <3 hihihihihi

some favs of mine, that I've already read:

Morning Glory by Lavyrle Spencer: cried literally from just how healthy and beautiful their whole relationship was. Western/WW2. Beautiful writing. Flawed characters. This book was a 12/10 at least. BUT NOT KU UNFORTUNATELY :(

Against A Wall by Cate C Wells THIS BOOK HERE IS NARUTO FROM AGAIN. HE IS MY INSPIRATION, MY MUSE, MY EVERYTHING. MY HIMBO!! Love Cash more than life itself. AND IT'S KU ;)

Win Some, Lose Some : MMC on the spectrum, high-school setting, 18, such a healthy lovely relationship. Loved her and loved him. Only MMC's perspective.

Real Players Never Lose by Micaela Smeltzer. He's sweet and hot and a college jock but intelligent and loves his plus-size baddie to bits.

Beast in Shining Armor by Cassandra Gannon. I just loved them. He was beautiful, mean, but so, so in love with her. Enemies-to-Lovers but make it i-loved-you-since-we-were-just-kids. Fantasy, crazy writing, awesome setting.

Bass-Ackwards by Eris Adderly. I won't say anything just age-gap and not ethical. But awesome. Read at you orn risk heheheh

Nine Minutes by Beth Flynn. This is a trilogy and has no business being this good. THE PLOT WAS HEAVY WILD CRAZY AND A WHOLE FUCKING LOT. But it all made sense!!!!!!! Warning though: it's underage.

Dear Grumpy Boss by Julia Wolf. This is sweet with some light angst. Plus-size baddie and hot, rich brother's best friend.

Honestly everything by Claire Kent. Short novellas, lots and lots of smut but holy goodness. 3rd POV. Personally, love her writing, not everyone does though.

Last Light by Claire Kent Embers by Claire Kent (age-gap but make it my-dead-boyfriend's-dad-old. He's literally her dead boyfriend's dad HAHAHA. Post-apocalypse. Just surviving. He's hot in his very own way but oh well, Kent's writing is special in its really weird way. It's kind of a hit or miss hihihi)

Haven by Claire Kent (he's hooooooot and responsible?! i'm always in for that ;)) Hold by Claire Kent (just love it. it's in a kind of sci-fi setting but honestly, Kent's writing is solely focused on the relationship it doesn't really feel like sci-fi) Fall by Claire Kent (this here ladies and gentlemen... DON'T SHOOT ME, HE'S A CAVEMAN. A REAL FUCKING CAVEMAN. I think I need to see a psychiatrist because holy macaroni, this story shouldn't have made me feel so many things. And well, keep in mind he's a caveman in a prehistoric setting... She's not... The dynamic is special)

A Soul To Keep: fantasy and well he's absolutely not human. SIX FREAKING PAGES TO DESCRIBE HIS DICK!!!!! but so so sweet. He just wants to be loved and love.

Consider Me by Becka Mack: adorable read

Not KU unfortunately but awesome, awesome books:

Eyes of SIlver, Eyes of Gold. Beautiful, healthy relationship. Plot is 12/10. I loved him and her just so much. They work together and we see there relationship develop in a way that's incredible. I would literally give anything to re-read this book for the very first time.

Lord of Scoundrels : beauty and the beast, regency. loved it. Not on KU :( but it's worth buying honestly...

Happiness for Beginners by Katherine Center

GURLLL, i've got so many more!!!!! I'm gonna stop myself now because maybe you'll see this and will only think wtf is this girl reading....

BUT NOW YOU HAVE TO INTRODUCE ME TO YOUR WORLD OF the BRIDGERTONS!!!!!! I NEED SOME RECOMMENDATIONS!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3

Me, after posting this:

I'm gonna hide now.

<3 <3 <3

#ku

[chosonie]

pineapple and cotton candy with choso, teaberry with toji and raspberry swirl with lucifer, pretty please, my dear sunnie :3

Lotus my love ty so much for stopping by!!! ^^ ♡ hiding this under a spoiler bc choso pic 😵‍💫

pineapple: what toppings does your f/o like on their pizza? what about you? (Choso)

Choso is a supreme pizza kind of guy with extra mushrooms and pepperoni :3 I dislike mushrooms and black olives so he can have all that lmao, I usually get one with pepperoni and jalapeño!

cotton candy: post the last picture of your F/O that you saved! (Choso)

shout out to violet I've been drooling ever since 😵‍💫

Edit: Tumblr wouldn't let me post it but here's a link to ig for a YUMMIER VERSION

teaberry: where would you like to travel with your F/O someday? (Toji)

Honestly I'd LOVE to go to Mexico with toji! I think we'd have sooo much fun eating and drinking and exploring the nightlife. and with him, we'd be so safe 🤭

raspberry swirl: how does your F/O cheer you up when you are feeling down? (Lucifer)

He's a good listener and I can always count on him for advice when I ask for it! ♡ usually he'll rub my back and kiss my temple while I'll talk through whatever it is 🥹

— selfship ask game

#chosonie.🩸 #sunji.🗡 #lunie.💙 #inbox.◇ #mutuals.◇ #dearest lotus.◇ #ask game.◇

[kavaeroexe]

Aye this 🐦 Anon again , man... I very feel guilty because i sent to you much random crossover idea ... anyway ..

Idea some crossover yandere theme again. i will send another idea about crossover-im sorry , still Elysia!reader just said " Hei [name characther] ... when I'm gone... When it turn to end the war ... Will you find me ?"

Reader mention about the clone war or the Order 66 etc, and reader think they can't alive until that end. What they reaction about reader say that ?

Some angst thing , that i found from fanart that i see ahaha ah...

Anyway luvv you , have a great day 💖

ANGSTY WHY, BUT ILY 🐦 ANON, ILY BUT WHY

" Hei ... when I'm gone... When it turns to end the war ... Will you find me ?"

Elysia!reader x Yan!star wars

warning: typos, bad grammar  

attention! please do not try to repost my works, I only post my works on Tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!  

Anakin Skywalker

the moment he hears it, he stopped doing whatever he’s doing

he starts to worry and asking you so many things 

“Are you okay? what’s wrong?”

“Hey hey... nobody is going to be gone, okay? please tell me what’s wrong.”

if you tell him that you’re not really sure you’re going to make it until the end, he’s going to assure you that you’ll make it until the end with him

he believes you’re a strong person and will be able to end these wars together.

but you still asking the same question, that will he finds you

“Of course, anything so you could get back to my side” He claims it, while he hugged you tightly and after that, he’ll kiss you softly.

if you have really gone, he’ll use all his time and effort, sending messages, looking for you from one place to place, from one planet to planet.

when he’s able to find you, the first thing he’ll do is spin you around and greet you with a thousand kisses, stroking your hair, and mumbling, “Don’t do this ever again, I miss you so much”

he’ll spend thousand years just so he could find you, no matter what things he will face soon, he’ll face it just so he could find you.

and in case something like that happens again, he starts locking you u, even though it’s useless.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

this man also goes silent the moment you asked about it

but the difference is that he immediately answers your question while reassuring you about it

“I will... I will. Don’t worry my dear, no need, I’ll keep my words.”

he’ll cuddle you if you guys have the time, and while cuddling, he’ll softly whisper things like “You’re strong, the strongest person I know, so you’ll be going to be fine.” or  “It’s okay dear, nobody will be able to take you away for so long, I’ll deal with them”

weird for General Kenobi to say something like that, but ey this is yandere’s theme

but after all of that sweet words, he truly meant to keep his words.

It’s you 

he never wants to lose you, not in the slightest.

when you turn out make it till the end, he’ll say “See? you’re way better than who you think you are.”

but when it turns out you’re really gone, he will not try to find you somewhere far away for a starter, instead he will try to look around him, especially the places you love to hide at

or somewhere that means important to you

once he’s able to find you, he will stand far away, before the next second he saw you run towards him and hug him

“Hello there, I keep my words didn’t I?”

#star wars hc #star wars x reader #yandere star wars #star wars writing #yandere anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin x y/n #anakin x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #yandere obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi

[spiesareforeverobsessed]

The Origins of a Very Special Agent

This is another old fic I am transferring to my new blog, since I have become obsessed with SAF again. I can't remember if I have posted this on tumblr before or just Ao3 but it is mine. Enjoy!

Trigger Warnings: None that I know of but please let me know if you feel I need to add anything.

Summary: Very fluffy curtwen oneshot. Barely any plot. Just boys in love.

Owen rapped his knuckles against the familiar door before taking a step back, waiting patiently and in full view of the camera he knew was hidden above the door.

It had been nearly two months since he’d last seen his partner. Until the other day, though sadly only briefly. Owen had been assigned to a mission in America, unfortunately not with Curt. But he was sent there for a full week of time, his plane home not scheduled until the end of said week. So he’d promised Curt when he had briefly passed through his agency’s headquarters that he would stop by the American agent’s house as soon as the mission was done.

He’d had no sleep and far too much coffee but he’d gotten the mission done in just two days leaving him free for five.

He was already leaning forward to kiss Curt as the door opened, but he paused as he took in the appearance of his love. Curt was looking at him with wide eyes. His clothes were askew. There were scratches at the top of his back leading down under his shirt. There was saliva on his neck along with what looked like teeth marks. “Owen! Before you say anything, I swear it’s not what you’re thin-”

“Only you could get into a fight with a cat Curt.”

Curt’s shoulders seemed to sag with relief though his eyes gain a curious look. “How did you...I mean I was worried you would think….I know what I must look like….most people would-”

Owen cut Curt off again by dramatically rolling his eyes and sighing as he gently pulled the American agent closer to himself. “I’m a spy Curt. I would say my deductive and observational skills are far superior to that of ‘most people’ as you so elegantly put it.” He said with somewhat exaggerated smugness before his voice softened. “Besides,” He paused to give Curt a quick kiss on the lips as he’d intended earlier before continuing. “I trust you, you moron. Now do you want to tell me how the USA’s top spy got into a tussle with a cat? And lost based on your injuries.”

Curt was grinning at him as he responded with an endearing glitter of excitement clear in his eyes. “I didn’t get into a fight with her. She chose me.” Owen raised an eyebrow. “Chose you?”

“Yes. She was hiding under my car from these assholes who were throwing things at her.” Curt explained further. Owen nodded in understanding. “Mmm, did you shoot said assholes, love?”

“That’s neither here nor there Owen, the point is she chose me. Clearly she knew I was a badass spy who would protect her, hence why she chose to hide under my car.” Curt said this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Owen did not have the heart or the inclination to contradict him. “Okay. So how did you get wounded then dear?”

Curt shrugged. “She did better than I expected in the bath but when I dried her off there were some tangles in her fur still and she did not appreciate me trying to get them out. You should see the sheets on my bed. Torn right down the middle.” This gave Owen pause. “Wait, that cat is here?”

“Of course! I couldn’t just leave her outside to be abused again! And it’s getting colder at night.” Curt defended. “Did you get special permission for a pet from your building manager?” Curt fidgeted a bit and smiled sheepishly. “She...doesn’t exactly know…..”

Of course. Owen fought the urge to slam his face onto his hands.

“I know you can keep a secret Curt, but you have an inspection monthly. Are you going to be able to remove all evidence? And what about when you are on mission? Someone will have to take care of the cat. Will they be able to keep a secret like you? Plus there are variables you can’t control that could reveal her. What if she meows too loud and your neighbors hear? What if someone sees her in a window? It’s against your building’s code and you could get kicked out.”

He knew this because Curt had complained to him about it on a mission nearly a year ago. Owen remembered the frustrated voice and the lip jutted out into pout. A pout he desperately wanted to kiss. But he couldn’t. Not then.

He squeezes Curt comfortingly and speaks his next words carefully and with sympathy. “You can’t keep her Curt.”

He expects whining. An argument. But instead Curt nods solemnly in acceptance. “I know. That’s why you are taking her back to London with you.”

Owen blinked at his boyfriend. When no sign of joking became apparent after a few moments his thoughts left his lips. “I most certainly am not!”

“Yes you are. You have to. I can’t keep her. But you can. Your building doesn’t have these stupid restrictions.”

“I understand that, but owning a pet is a huge thing and...I don’t know Curt. I’ve never had one. I’m not home half the time. She might not even like me.” Owen was almost desperately trying to justify himself and hold up against Curt’s pleading gaze.

“Great! So she’ll be your first! And you have that nice lady who comes in to look after your plants, she could help you care for your new pet! And I am sure Special Agent Fluff will love you almost as much as I do.”

Silence reigned in the room for a minute. “Please tell me did not name that poor cat Agent Fluff.”

“Special Agent Fluff.”

“Oh yes, that’s so much better.” Owen’s sarcastic words seemed to go unnoticed as Curt continued. “She needs someone to take care of her O, and I trust you more than anyone. I know I could find her another good home but I can’t stand the thought of her going to some stranger who might not treat her right. And this way I’ll still get to see her. She chose me and I chose you, she’s ours. Please.”

Owen Carvour had been a spy for years. Faced down countless people of the very worst kind. Had killed terrorists even as they begged for their worthless lives. Had carried out acts others would be sick at for the good of humanity and did it without flinching. He had steel nerves and resolve.

But damn it if Curtis Mega using the word ours didn’t do something unspeakably warm and gooey to his insides.

“I…..will consider it.” Owen conceded, gaining a heart-stopping smile from his partner that he couldn’t resist (not that he tried) leaning in to kiss again. “So, I suppose I should meet my potential new flatmate then.” He commented when he pulled back.

Curt nodded happily and practically dragged him toward the bedroom, something he had been expecting to happen when he got here though not in this context. Hmmmm….maybe later.

“I just know you are going to love her.” Curt announced as he opened the door to his room. His empty room. “She must be hiding.” Curt followed his words by making soft clicking noises, clearly trying to summon the cat. Owen was scanning the room, trying to spot any sign of fur when he suddenly felt a soft tickling sensation on his ankles. He looked down to see a tiny orange puffball rubbing it’s way in and out of his legs.

“Jeez I didn’t even see her come out.” He exclaimed in slight surprise. “Of course not, a good Agent is stealthy, O.” Curt commented almost proudly. “I told you she would like you! And I relate, I also want to constantly rub up against your legs.” Curt ended with a sultry tone and a suggestive wink.

Owen swallowed hard before schooling his face into one of mock chastisement. “In front of a baby Mega, you should be ashamed of yourself.” Curt scoffed at his words, a mischievous look playing on his face. “I have no shame.” Owen hummed in reply, concealing his chuckle. “Clearly.”

Owen leaned down and scooped up the kitten, holding her out and looking at her critically. She looked no older than a couple months old max. She had blue eyes. She was not declawed. She was reaching out a front paw to bat curiously at a strand of hair hanging in his face. He tries to maintain seriousness in the face of her adorable tilted head and his boyfriend's infectious laughter sounding from beside him.

“Well she looks healthy enough. Not sure what breed she is. Doesn’t look like she would shed too bad.” Owen listed off as if the combined forces of the adorable pleading faces of both this cat and his partner had not already swayed him.

“She’ll be a nice companion and I would come over to check on her so you get to see me too.” Curt encouraged.

Owen froze and let out a low gasp. “You mean you wouldn’t come over just for me? I’m not good enough?” His voice cracked near the end and he sounded like he was holding back tears.

Curt’s eyes widened. “Of course I would come over just for you, honey. I love you so much. You are way more than good enough for me. I didn’t mean it like-” Owen cut his lover off with a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I know that love. I was just messing with you.” He admitted with a semi sheepish smile.

Curt stuck his tongue out at him. Like the mature spy his boyfriend is.

“Not funny asshole. You are too good an actor sometimes.” Owen nodded and gave Curt another kiss on the cheek. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend again, get him smiling again, when the cat decided she wanted in on the action, butting her little head against Curt.

Curt smiled and reached a hand up to scratch at her ears to the cat’s delight. Owen felt the soft vibrations of her purrs against his hands. “See what you are going to have to deal with Fluff?” Curt questioned the kitty. Owen sputtered. “I have not agreed to take the cat yet!” He pointed out.

“But you are going to right?” Curt looked at him beseechingly. As if in understanding the situation at hand, the kitten let out an adorable little mewl before giving a tiny kitten lick to Owen’s hand.

Damn both of them.

“I guess I am.” He acquiesced with an exaggerated sigh. “Yes!” Curt exclaimed with a large grin as he plopped to sit on the edge of his bed. Owen let the cat jump down onto the bed before sitting down himself. Again as if understanding what had just happened, the cat mewled happily at him before going to curl up on one of Curt’s pillows.

“Thank you.” Curt said once Owen was beside him, his voice sounding half sincere and half smug. Little bastard knew Owen would cave. “You’re lucky I love you Curt Mega.” He teased. He expects to be teased in return, as per usual but Curt forgoes their banter to give him a genuine smile. “I know I am.”

Owen barely had time to smile back before Curt’s head was tucked under his chin, the American agent’s arms winding around his waist and hugging him tightly. He returned the hug, one hand coming up to play with the back of Curt’s hair while the other simply rested on his partner’s back. They sat in silence and contentment for a minute.

“How long do we have?” Curt asked, voice muffled against Owen’s chest. The question was posed with clear hesitancy. As if Curt expected him to say they had only minutes left together. He was glad that was not the case. “I have five days before my flight. Please tell me you don’t have a mission coming up right now?” It was Owen’s turn to be hesitant and worried, though his worries were quickly eased by feeling Curt’s lips pull up into a grin against him before being totally swept away by Curt’s words. “Cynthia has me catching up on paperwork for the next week and a half. I’ll be at home.”

He knows to most couples five days would seem like nothing. But in their line of work, in separate countries and agencies, in a forbidden relationship, five days with no work and no distractions was a true rarity. “Just us for five whole days.” Owen spoke aloud, knowing Curt’s thoughts must be echoing his. He goes to say something more but interrupts himself with a yawn.

“Tired darling?” Curt’s tone is teasing but his face betrays his concern as he pulls back and notices Owen is a bit paler than normal and has slight bags under his eyes. Owen shrugs off the concern rather sheepishly. “I umm...haven’t really slept since the flight over. Wanted to get done with the mission as soon as possible. Give us as much time together as I could.”

Curt sighed before squeezing him tighter. “I appreciate that. And you know I love every second we get to spend together. But that could be dangerous on a mission. Lack of sleep can make you lose focus, react slower, and a whole bunch of other bad shit. I don’t ever want you getting hurt or….” Curt trailed off.

“I know that. I wouldn’t do it if it were too risky. You’re the reckless one remember.” He joked but Curt didn’t even chuckle. He leaned forward and pressed the softest kiss he could to Curt’s lips. “I know what I can handle, love. I didn’t put myself in any unnecessary danger. I promise.”

This seemed to appease Curt to Owen’s relief. “Besides, the faster it got done the more we would have time to do together right?” He said, hoping to cheer Curt back up.

It worked, bringing the smile he adored back to his partner’s face. “Well the first thing we need to do is sleep together.” Curt announced to which Owen immediately leaned in and kissed his lover’s neck. “You read my mind.” He practically purred out between kisses. Curt let him press a few more kisses to his soft skin and just barely begin to suck on a sensitive part of his love’s neck before pushing him back.

“No. I mean actual sleep Owen.” Curt clarified. Owen definitely did not pout at that. “You did that on purpose. And I don’t need to go to sleep. I just got here.” He also definitely didn’t whine as he spoke.

“You just said you hadn’t slept in over forty eight hours. Don’t need sleep my ass.” Curt retorted. “I would be much happier doing something with your ass than sleeping.” Owen mumbled back. Curt grinned and patted his cheek affectionately. He glared back with all the heat he could muster. Which was honestly not much. It looked more like a sulk.

“Okay. Since I can see you are going to be stubborn, how about I make you an offer.” Curt suggested. Owen lifted his head and regarded Curt interestedly. “What kind of offer?”

“You go to sleep now.” Owen immediately went to interject but Curt pressed a finger against his lips. “You go to sleep now. I will stay and cuddle you until you fall asleep. Then I will get up and make your favorites for dinner while you are sleeping. And once you wake up we can eat together and then I will put Special Agent Fluff out in the living room with a bed and a few toys and you and I can come back in here and spend the next few hours doing whatever you want.” Curt’s sultry tone had returned for the final sentence and damn it if it wasn’t tempting.

He made a show of considering for a minute before speaking. “You are an excellent negotiator Agent Mega.” The British spy complemented wryly. “I try Agent Carvour. So do we have a deal?” Owen let the question hang for just a moment before responding. “We do.”

Curt grinned at him. “Good. Do you need to borrow some pajamas or do you have your own?"

He technically had his own but wearing his boyfriend's clothes was a guilty pleasure, one they both had coincidentally. "I want to borrow some."

Curt shooting him a slightly smirking grin is the only indication that he noticed the distinction Owen had used. Owen watched absent-mindedly as his partner rifled through his drawers. After a minute or so he tossed something over his shoulder without looking back.

Owen caught it with ease and examined it. A soft pair of sleep trousers that looked like they were just slightly too long for his American counterpart meaning they should fit him quite nicely. He raised an eyebrow as Curt shut his drawers and started back towards the bed, turning the blankets down.

"What?" Curt asked when he noticed Owen's stare, radiating innocence."You forgot to give me a shirt, love." He informed, even though he was absolutely certain Curt was well aware of this. "Did I? Whoops. Sorry, O."

Despite his apology the man made no move to actually go get a shirt for him, instead climbing into bed and tucking himself under the covers.

Owen huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes before changing into the trousers, chucking his worn clothes into a pile in the corner. He climbed back into bed and scooped his boyfriend into his arms. Curt squirmed slightly in his arms, adjusting against him before stilling, his body relaxing. Owen felt his body relax too in response, enjoying sleeping beside his love for the first time in so long. Wishing he could do this every night but knowing that was impossible, so he would just have to make the most of the time they had together now.

The last thing he felt before he drifted off with a smile on his face was a small warm weight jumping up and settling on his hip.

#spies are forever #my fic #curtwen #fluff

[taliaxwinters]

Gun Park One-Shot

Hello, hello everyone! Welcome to my first post on Tumblr!

I've been admiring all the lovely fan art/writing for quite some time now, and decided it's time I join. It's been quite a long time since I've written any fanfiction, let alone posted it. Please be kind with your criticism.

My current obsession is Gun Park from Lookism, so please enjoy!

I purposely didn't give the main character a description, so you can just imagine yourself in her place.

Luna has had a long, miserable week. Work has been crazy and home has been lonely without Gun. But he surprises her by returning home early and making up for the nights he’s been away.

18+, NSFW, smut. You have been warned. ;)

Today was not Luna’s day.

Well, to be precise, it hadn’t been her week.

After her boyfriend had left town for business, work had become inexplicably busy with impending deadlines, and late nights and early mornings had become the new norm. 

Luna sighed, leaning back in her office chair, and peeking into the cubicles around her. Only a few of her co-workers remained, the others having finished their work hours ago.

The woman in the cubical to her right closed her laptop and began to stretch. “Thank goodness, that’s all over! I thought we might need to move into the office at this rate.” She let out a laugh. “My husband has been complaining about me not being home to cook his dinner.”

Luna smiled wearily, hitting send to submit her final report. “He’s a grown man, Hana. Tell him to cook his own food.”

“I’ve spoiled him too much.” She muttered. “Besides, he’s useless in the kitchen. The man could burn water if he really tried.” Hana dumped her phone and wallet into the black purse she pulled from under her desk. “Make sure you go home too, dear. Don’t stay any later than you must.”

“I won’t.”

With a wave, Hana walked away, heading for the exit. Luna didn’t blame Hana one bit for making a run for it after completing her work. It had been a terribly long week.

Mirroring her co-worker, Luna closed her laptop and gathered her belongings in the shoulder bag she carried before heading to the lobby. The building was so quiet, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle of a typical workday.

‘Do I go back home now, or should I go to the gym first? Maybe some exercise will take my mind off things.’

It was day five of her boyfriend being gone, and his presence had been sorely missed. Going to bed and waking up alone, coming home and eating dinner in silence…it was beginning to drive Luna mad. Anything would be better than going back to an empty home.

‘The gym it is.’

She stepped through the lobby entrance onto the sidewalk, heels clacking on the pavement. Raising her right hand, she went to flag down a taxi when she noticed a familiar black sedan parked a bit further up the sidewalk. The make and model was the same as one of the cars parked in the garage at home, and the license plate upon further inspection….

‘No way.’

The driver’s side door opened, and the very man she’d been longing to see stepped out. Dressed to impress, he wore a white suit with black dress shoes and a black button-up shirt underneath. His black hair was slicked back in its usual style, and the thick rimmed glasses he wore were perched on the bridge of his nose, hiding a lengthy scar that went across his nose and under his left eye.

Taking one last drag of his cigarette, he flicked it to the ground and walked toward Luna.

“Gun.” She whispered. “I-I thought you wouldn’t be here for a couple more days?”

Gun stopped merely inches from Luna and reached out to caress her cheek. She leaned into his hand, sighing happily at feeling his warmth.

A smirk spread across his lips. “You said you missed me every time I called. How could I not hurry back when my woman wanted me so badly?”

Luna tipped her gaze upwards, cheeks slightly flushed. “I didn’t mean to rush you. I know you do a lot for the Yamazaki family…”

“Business is done.” Gun stated. “There wasn’t any reason for me to stay longer than necessary.” Removing his hand from Luna’s cheek, Gun stepped over to the front passenger door and opened it. “Would you like to go home?”

The look in his eyes was mischievous, but she didn’t care. The word ‘home’ from his lips is all it took. “Yes.”

She hurriedly slid into the car and buckled as Gun came around and did the same. Their home was a good 15 to 20 minute ride from her work, but Luna had the feeling the ride would be over in the blink of an eye. As Gun pulled into traffic, he slid his right hand onto her thigh, fingers trailing down until they found the hem of her dress.

Her breath hitched as she felt his rough hands slowly slide the fabric upwards. Pushing back into the seat to keep composure, Luna glanced to her left. Gun’s smirk was still there as he kept his gaze ahead on the road.

Feeling his fingers massage her flesh, Luna was annoyed that she seemed to be the only one who was feeling flustered. Placing a hand on his, she gently pulled it further up her thigh, guiding it towards a more sensitive area.

That got the reaction she wanted. Gun’s pupils dilated, the mischievous look quickly turning to one of lust. His fingertips brushed against her core and Luna let out a soft moan.

“You’re teasing me.” His voice rumbled.

“You started it.”

Gun grunted. “I’ll finish it too.”

Luna turned to face him directly, copying the smirk that annoyed her so much. “I’m counting on it.”

She felt the car speed up.

In what felt like seconds, they arrived at home. Gun pulled the car back into the garage to park, and Luna quickly grabbed her bag and headed inside before Gun could interfere.

Too bad he was faster.

In the blink of an eye Luna felt herself being lifted as her bag fell to the ground. Gun had picked her up before she even made it into the house. Pushing her up against the side of the car, his lips crashed roughly on to hers. Luna wound her arms around his neck in defeat, knowing now that she’d been caught, there was no way to escape.

“You tried to run away?” He breathed in between heated kisses. “After what you said in the car?”

“Not run,” Luna panted, pushing her hands against his chest to break for air. “I just wanted to make it into the house before you attacked.” Their eyes locked, and as soon as Luna saw the intense desire on his face, she knew it was going to be a long night.

“That didn’t work.” Gun placed her down gently.

Luna scoffed. “No shit.”

Gun brought a hand under her chin and tilted it upwards, leaning in so their noses were touching. “Wait for me in the bedroom. I’ll bring the bags inside.”

Luna nodded, heading for the door once again. The garage entrance opened to a small entryway where she left her shoes before walking through the house. Not bothering to turn on any of the lights, Luna went straight to their bedroom as instructed. Knowing Gun might be a couple of minutes while he got his suitcase and her purse, she decided to freshen up a bit in the attached bathroom.

Luna took out her ponytail and removed the clips holding her hair in place before running her fingers through her hair to make it look decent. After a few minutes of playing with it, she was satisfied with how it looked.

‘Should I strip down to my underwear, or maybe change into some lingerie that Gun bought?’

Deciding on the lingerie, Luna stepped out of the bathroom to search her dresser, only to see Gun leaning in the bedroom doorway, his jacket and shirt missing, and a glass of alcohol in hand. He watched as Luna froze on the spot.

The room was quiet for a moment until he spoke. “Strip.”

“Wha-“ Luna started, confused.

Gun walked over to the bed and sat up against the pillows, making himself comfortable. He took a sip of his drink, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. “Strip for me.” His voice was demanding and dripping with desire.

All thoughts ceased to function as Luna tried to figure out how to proceed. Normally, they couldn’t take their hands off each other, and things just happened. This time, it seemed like Gun had something specific in mind.

Taking a deep breath, Luna started with the cardigan she was wearing, slowly undoing the buttons before dropping it to the floor beside her. Next, she grasped the bottom edges of her dress and shimmied it up her figure, being sure to take her time revealing each curve of her body. As the dress joined the cardigan on the floor, she looked back to Gun. His gaze hadn’t moved, but she could see the visible effort he was putting into keeping his composure.

Feeling a little more confident, Luna reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, making sure to keep eye contact with Gun as she did. The shoulder straps slid down her arms as the bra came off and fell to the floor. For the grand finale, she placed her hands on her stomach and slowly slid them down her stomach before reaching for her underwear. Hooking a finder under each side, she slid them down until they too joined the clothing pile.

Gun’s composure cracked a little as his grip on the glass tightened. Tossing his head back, he downed the last of his drink and set the cup down on one of the night tables next to the bed before sliding himself to the end of the bed. Feet on the floor and legs spread, he motioned with one finger for Luna. “Come here.”

She obeyed silently, stepping up to Gun. He reached out with both hands and placed them on either side of her face, pulling her in for a deep kiss tasting of bourbon. After a moment, he slid his hands down to her shoulders and began to push her downwards. Their kiss broke as Luna was brought to her knees. He kept his gaze on Luna, not wanting to miss a moment. “Pleasure me.”

Luna looked to the large bulge in his pants and gently touched it, running her fingers upwards to undo the zipper. She heard is breath hold in anticipation, and couldn’t help but draw out the moment. It had been five long days, and Luna knew very well he was in need of a release, just like she was.

After pulling down the zipper, his cock sprang free, having swelled too much for such tight confines. His member was huge, her fingers barely touching as she wrapped them around the base and began moving them up and down. Not satisfied with his unchanging reaction, Luna leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the tip, licking the drop of pre-cum that had beaded on top. That elicited a guttural groan from Gun. He began to run his fingers through her hair and pulled it away from her face. “Stop teasing me, or you’ll regret it.”

A moan escaped his lips as Luna took his throbbing cock into her mouth. Knowing he was way too big to take all of it, she slowly bobbed her head and sucked on the tip while pumping her fingers over the rest. Gun’s composure was slipping as the sound of heavy breathing reached her ears, making Luna hum in victory.

Her movements and teasing were quickly sending Gun over the edge. In an attempt to regain control, he grabbed ahold of Luna’s hair and pulled her back up for a kiss. After a couple minutes of sloppy, lust filled kissing, he grabbed ahold of her ass and picked her up off the floor, only to toss her onto the bed. Gun practically ripped off his remaining clothing before crawling up to the woman sprawled out before him.

Kneeling in between her legs, he spread them wider to get a better view. Gun reached up and grabbed Luna’s wrists, pulling them to hook under her knees. He leaned forward and traced his lips across her collar bone, making his way up to her neck. “Keep your legs spread for me. This is your punishment for teasing.” Leaving a trail of kisses and bite marks, Gun made his way back down before pausing above her wet core. Luna could feel his smirk. “You’re already soaking, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Without pause, Gun ran his tongue up her folds roughly. Luna’s back arched and she moaned loudly at the contact, after days of feeling deprived. This man’s touches were like a drug, and she needed it bad.

Gun continued to tease her clit with his tongue, just enough to feel good, but stopping any time he felt she was too close to an orgasm. Luna began to get desperate, and she let go of her legs to touch Gun’s face. “P-please- ah! Let me c-come!” Her chest was heaving, cheeks red as her body felt on fire.

Gun growled against her core, prying her hands from his face. He shoved them back against her legs and made eye contact. “Only if you do as I asked.”

Luna quickly grabbed ahold of her legs again, pulling them towards her body and spread apart. She could feel Gun’s approval as he went back to teasing her clit. “Good girl.”

Running his hands over the inside of her thighs, Gun brought one down to her core and began rubbing his thumb over her slick entrance. He quickly insert two fingers and thrust them into her heat until her legs began to tremble. He knew he found the sweet spot as soon as Luna let out a cry of pleasure, so Gun focused on hitting that spot while licking her clit until he felt her walls tighten around his fingers.

Luna writhed beneath Gun’s touch, unable to keep quiet as he knew where she was most sensitive. It wasn’t long before she felt that tension build up in her abdomen, begging to be released.

“N-uh, Gun, I c-can’t hold on much longer.” She begged. “Please.” His touches increased in intensity, as he felt Luna reaching her limit.

“Cum for me.”

With a loud cry, the tension in her abdomen let loose, and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her. Luna let go of her legs and covered her face with her arms, panting for air. She felt Gun remove his fingers from her spasming core, and his lips trailed hot kisses up her body. He stopped to leave a couple of bite marks on her breasts before pulling back to survey his work. Satisfied, Gun moved Luna’s arms so he could get a good look at her.

Tears streaming down her face, Luna pouted. “You’re not fair.” She said in between pants.

Gun leaned in and nibbled on her ear, earning a soft moan. “I warned you I would finish things.”

Without warning, Gun thrust his cock into her, the soft moan turning into a deep cry of pleasure. Luna wrapped her arms around Gun’s neck as he began to trust uncontrollably, not even pausing for her to adjust to his massive size. The pain of the sudden stretch blended with the sweetness of pleasure, and Luna quickly found herself on the brink of another orgasm.

Gun adjusted his position, sliding his arms beneath her legs and tossing them over his shoulders. He leaned forward and latched on to one of her nipples, sucking roughly while he brought a hand up to massage the other breast. He swapped sides, wanting to give each equal attention before moving up to lock lips with Luna. Their kisses were filled with need and desire. Luna bit his lip, before giving in to the throes of pleasure as a second orgasm came crashing. She yelled Gun’s name, raking her fingers down his back and leaving red marks.

“Fill me.” She begged. “Please.”

Those words broke what little sanity Gun had left. He bucked his hips a few more times before grinding against Luna, releasing his load. Gun panted heavily, resting his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath.

When they were both trembling less, Luna pushed Gun’s face back up and gently placed kisses all over before coming back to his lips. He reciprocated, softly moving his lips against hers. They stopped to breathe, resting their foreheads against one another.

Luna gave a trembling laugh, still somewhat out of breath. “I love you, Gun.”

“I love you.” Gun smiled, placing another warm kiss on her lips.

“Do I get cuddles now?” She asked innocently.

Gun leaned back, a big smirk back on his face. His cock was back standing at attention, ready for another round.

“Who said I was done with you yet?” He teased. “We’re just getting started. Get on your knees.”

That’s when Luna realized she had maybe teased him a little too much.

Gun planned to finish things all. Night. Long.

#gun park #lookism gun #lookism #park jonggun #lookism jonggun #park jong gun #lookism webtoon

[wtylas]

dear future me !

happy 2 years to this ask marinating in my inbox 🥳🥳🎉🎊🎊🎊🪅🎈 (ask sent on may 31st 2021 for some ask game from 2 years ago, it is currently july 18th 2023)

ive got nothing to do today so i might start working on this... and sorry gen for randomly putting this in your notifs LOL tell 2021 gen thanks for the ask 😋

dear future me, i hope you are well. i don't expect you to be living any sort of calm life because life is often tumultuous and must always have something thrown at you. but i hope that despite it all, you are well. i hope you have learned how to stand in the face of it all and i hope that even when it will inevitably gets hard, you are still able to stand up after it.

thats enough cringe stuff. I HOPE YOU HAVE A COOL HOUSE!!!!!! 😄😄😄😄 i hope you have a swag apartment that is also a loft that also has a secret room that also has a #modern #old fire escape that also has HUGE WINDOWS that is also full of cool furniture that you invite friends over and theyre like "Wow this is a nice house 😲" and their friends kids come over and they are like this house is now Playground and you are living in the COOLEST PLACE TO LIVE EVA

i also hope you get bangs. i also hope you make a reasonable assessment of that decision afterwards and act accordingly. we must beat the 5head allegations together..........

i hope you get better music taste. i cannot be skipping all these damn songs when its my turn on the aux fr...... i also hope you get better at driving so that you can drive people around and have people be like "wow lasi this music is quite sophisticated in nature 😲 the beats are scrumptious.. and delectable"

i hope you have many friends!!! i hope they are polite and kind. i hope they think that life without you is incomplete. i hope you fall in love!!! i hope you grow and better as a person. i hope you make people happy! i hope you dont just do it for the sake of them, and you do it because you really want to and because its a way of life for you. we gotta stop people pleasing man anxious attachment drives a girl CRAYZEE!!

I HOPE YOU PUBLISH A BOOK OR MAYBE MAKE A TV SHOW OR A MOVIE AND ACHIEVE WORLD FAME 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

i hope you start wearing crop tops! i hope you find out what type of fashion you like. i hope you dress elegantly in a way that tells the world that you are here. i hope you make your mark on the world in general! overall i just want you to have both a comfortable life as well as a present life. sometimes these are seperated ideas but often i think you may find that they are actually one in the same.

future lasi, life right now isn't all the best. for a time it was nice, but it got bad again. it's hard to be right back where you started. it makes you think if it ever was nice at all, if it was just delusion trying to hide what was really going on underneath it all, and it makes you wonder if it ever even is going to get better. i don't want to listen. i want to work harder and wake up each day trying to get better because i want to be you. i want to be the you that looks back on this silly post from my old tumblr i used just before college and that i am the one looking back at the young girl i was before i was a young woman and i am the one realizing that yes, i am cooler. and yes, i do have a cool house. and yes, i have people around me that i love, and yes i did get better. and even after that i will always get even more better. and that there will be more future mes and they will always be more awesome than the next.

AND THAT WE TAKE OVER THE WORLD !!!!!!!!! 😁😁

be ya later! luv lasi

#lasi.ans #lveholic #lasi.ffr

[rebellconquerer]

Welcome to have you back, my dear 🥰 Always pleased to have you here! Do you have any highlights about life since your absence? Also, do you have any creations that you're going to be dropping that we can look forward to? 👀

Hiii!!

No real life highlights. I got married a few months back but I think I may have posted about that. Work is busy as it always is, but slightly less suffocating. I find that I migrate back to Tumblr around this time of year, likely due to a mix of COVID PTSD and familial deaths that make me want to hide from the real world. Coincidentally that's also what tends to give me time to write!

As is always I have like 8 Wisps across like 5 fandoms at any given time that I play with. It got a little quiet on here so I had stopped posting anything. I'm glad to see you back too!! How was your Tumblr break?

#asks #asked and answered

[frugthefrog]

Existence?

What is the point of this website? 

Honestly, the only reason I joined was to 

escape from my friends. 

My friends? Well, none of them use Tumblr.

I’ll just quietly do my thing and then quietly leave when I’m done. 

No one will see this anyways. 

It’s always all

or none.

Too many new lines

to remind me:

What is this life of

hardship, misery, and grief

too long yet so brief?

So that lets you know what I will be doing. 

Making sh*tposts and feeling bad because life is life. 

Why be afraid? Why deal with life when we’ll die?

I guess that’s the point of life.

Someday, probably soon, I will regret this. 

Reread this passage with a sense of impending doom.

But for now, it’ll do. A place where I don’t have to

think things through.

Honestly. I don’t know how this works.

Everyone seems to know on their first post

I’ll just, kind of, lurk.

I guess I’ll do an introduction?

Because everyone does.

13. Call me anything.

Pronouns? she/her/they. 

Aro, and ace.

For now, doesn’t matter anyway. 

Procrastinates too much.

Likes musicals and art.

Likes her friends, but 

doesn’t like having friends.

Hides in the bathroom during lunch,

when her friends disappear. 

Don’t know how this ends,

didn’t know how it would start.

I guess I might be

some “angsty teen”.

But that’s a phase, right?

Just always wanting to die.

Bad at everything,

academics, arts, sports.

Yesterday I pissed off my friends 

with a poem about aubergines.

They said stop writing about eggplants;

it doesn’t even make sense; 

"aubergine” doesn’t sound like

aurora or tangerine.

I’ll be posting it here,

please don’t be pissed

if you see this.

If you want to judge,

hate the way I write.

Just do your own thing,

and let me do mine.

Adieu,

and, dear reader,

I bid you goodbye.

#first post #shit poem #am i doing this right? #escape #i dont deserve to live

[mioluvrr]

Hi my name is ren and this is my first post on tumblr. i write fanfics so if you have any recommendations or anything at all just lmk !! :)

your in your bedroom and you hear the door slam, dazai just got home from work and it probably wasn't a very good day.

''welcome home babe, how was work?'' you said, hoping that maybe it was just some fan girls annoying dazai all day. Hopefully.

'' Thanks dear, yeah work was fine. ''

normally dazai has never acted so annoyed before, i wonder what's going on in that dumbass head of his.

''dazai, what's going on? you've ever acted so annoyed and distant before? did something happen between us that i'm not aware of ? please talk to me ''

Dazai slowly sits himself down on your bed. as your looking at dazai you can tell that he's having a really hard time finding the right vocabulary to express himself. dazai is never like this so i wonder what's wrong with him.

'' why did you go out with chuuya? i know i shouldn't be jealous or anything but seriously, what the hell was the point of that? and why chuuya?''

so this is what it was about, chuuya. jesus christ dazai seriously needs to earn some confidence god damn, i mean i know that chuuya and dazai don't really get along that well but i do know that dazai does care about chuuya and i'd never go for chuuya if it would mean i would hurt dazai. ( skk canon!!!!!!!)

"'dazai, you do not need to worry about chuuya, you know this love. i would never do anything to hurt you in a million years. please just calm down It's alright to be jealous sometimes but you know how important communication is to me!'' you yelled out, the whole town could probably hear you jesus.

Out of nowhere, dazai looks at you and realizes that you've been rubbing your thighs together for the entire conversation. He puts his large masculine hands down on your thighs which left you in shock as your face slowly went red. He slowly used his other free hand to wrap it around your head and pull you in for a long, passionate kiss. you could feel something pressing against your knee when he started to get closer to you, trying to make the kiss longer.

you knew that tonight was going to be a VERY long night for the both of you, you knew exactly where the night was going. as dazai is pulling you in for a more passionate kiss, you fall on your back.

'' oops! looks like you lost your place, sweetheart. you look so adorable under me, such a needy little slut. i'm not letting you off easy tonight after what you put me through, you must be punished.''

as he was looking down at you, you were gazing into his eyes without realizing he had tied your wrist's up and pinned them above your head. He went down to kiss you more. now slowly kissing and sucking the flesh on your neck leaving a bruise, he stopped and looked down to see how vulnerable you were and he let out a little laugh.

'' what the hell was that for? asshole.'' you knew that talking to him like that probably wasn't the best idea ever, you knew that he was going to be rough on you after you saying that but deep down you wanted him to be.

'' watch what you say, or there will be hours of punishing if you talk to me like that again you whore. i won't let you cum for hours until your beyond desperate and a messy little slut, so be careful with your words sweetie.''

you let out a small and quiet whimper, all of this degrading made you go crazy especially when he says it.

'' let me hear your beautiful moans, don't hide them from me i wanna hear them dear''

you can feel the pool of wetness soaking up in your panties. dazai notices how your constantly trying to close your legs but he quickly puts his knee in between your thighs, slowly taking off his trench coat and ripping his bolo tie off his neck.

'' why are you trying to hide this soaking little cunt from me you slut? you know that if you keep hiding things from me i'm gonna have to force it out of you.'' ( this is not rape i swear ) he gave you the sexiest smirk ever.

he aggressively tied a rope around your wrist and tied it to the bed post, leaving you desperate and grinding on his thigh.

'' awh, your so desperate! so inpatient for my cock you needy little whore.''

he started teasing your soaked clothed cunt, slowly taking off your panties and shoving two fingers easily without lubrication. as the pace is getting fasted you can feel dazais hard boner getting bigger after each moan. dazai is getting turned on, meaning he is probably going to have to pleasure soon enough.

'' your so tight baby, i can feel your fingers pulling me inside. how badly do you want my cock love? tell me how much of a desperate bitch you are.''

you really did just want to feel dazai, to connect with him fully. you wanted to have his children badly.

'' Please dazai! ill do anything! im aching for your cock so badly, just please! make me feel good. ill be good for you i swear!''

dazai again make a nice smirk as he quickly ripped his pants on and revealed his long, hard and big length. you weren't sure if that was supposed to fit in you but you would make it.

'' you sure you can take my cock sweetheart? you sure that i wot rip your insides with my big fat cock? hm?''

you were so desperate and drooling over him because he looked so pretty and still so handsome, you gazed i his eyes once more but you realize that you are trying so hard to bring yourself closer to his cock.

he inserts himself inside you, not eve going slow but aggressively thirsting into you at full speed without hesitation.

'' i love you so much dear, i love you.''

dazai could be so odd sometimes, but it made you feel so special when he finally said he loved you.

'' i love you too dazai, so much.''

but as you were saying that you were constantly whimpering and moaning in between words. as you were moaning you saw dazai throw his head back from the feeling. god he was hot.

you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming, but you wanted to hold on a little closer.

''dazai! im close, please let me cum! i'll be good i promise!''

you were so afraid of dazai edging you, you were so close and just wanting to cum so you could feel good but after what you did to dazai and how badly it affected him you weren't sure how he was going to react.

he slowly pulled himself out of you as soon as you said that. edging you just as you were afraid he was going to do.

''No, i am not letting you cum sweetie. next time if you wanna cum you should think about things before you go and do them.

you were such a mess and so disappointed. you just wanted to feel good and make dazai feel good too!

what a surprise! dazai slowly waited for you to come down from your high and slowly inserted himself back into you. patiently getting to full speed and thirsting his hips more aggressively, slowly letting out a few groans and whimpers to the feeling of your tight cunt wrapping around his fat cock.

'' baby, im gonna cum. you WILL cum with me you little slut, cum with me now or you won't cum ever tonight and ill leave you all messy and hopeless.''

you do as he says, slowly creating a ring of cum around his cock. hearing him groan when he removed himself from you was the the best sound ever.

he came all over your thighs and stomach, but it was such an amazing warm feeling. he grabbed a towel and cleaned you up, cleaning the both of you.

he cuddled you, and then you both fell asleep in each others arms

before falling asleep you heard him whisper,

'' i love you.''

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[randomfuturetone]

ACT 0/ ACT“?“

SKIP THIS AND RETURN AFTER READING "Terror on Valentine's Day" ARC

Tumblr posts order is a freaking mess!!!

Hi and welcome to this special rft post

If you made it here, it means you follow the RFT story, I'd like to thank you for being here! And for following this little world I have created through this year, I really appreciate it.

The following lines are a scene supposed to happen on "Terror on Valentine's Day" when evil chuchu arrives in the future, before burning the rep mods house. This scene was supposed to take place in between these acts, but it didn't made it to the final version, and there's multiple reasons I'd like to explain.

While writing, I collect ideas, and a few of them simply don't work at the end, so they are discarded. I had the idea of having a true horror and disgusting episode, and this was the result, this contains an absolute free creativity, I didn't followed the stablished style of rft stories. I tried my best to make the most disgusting thing you would ever read on rft, and I mean this. This is not a joke. I thought about cutting certain things and elements to make it fit in the story, but at the end, a family friendly version didn't felt natural so I deleted it completely and the story worked perfectly without it.

With this being said, please don't think that this is the kind of stuff rft will be from now, or that I will ever do something similar, it won't happen, and hopefully, don't get the wrong idea of me as a creator. Don't cancel me for this shit.

The following lines are a gift to the mature readers, 18+, I repeat, I mean this.

This material contains detailed description of gore and sexual themes, don't read if you are sensitive about this subjects.

Last chance, I am not responsible of your choice of continue reading.

Act "?"

- "Let's start here" Evil Chuchu said

Evil chuchu approached the house, from the window she took a look inside, no one was there. She slowly opened the door and entered the living room, she heard sounds coming from up stairs, then came to the kitchen, and grabbed something.

She slowly walked up to the second floor, and found a bedroom, with bunny crying inside.

- "Chuchu?" Bunny said, confused

- "Yes my dear bunny, it's me" Evil chuchu hides her wings and horns, it looked just like normal chuchu

- "I'm so sorry chuchu I shouldn't yelled at you"

- "It's okay, dear" evil chuchu sits on the bed, and gets closer to bunny

- "Dear?... You never called me like that" bunny said, confused

- "Huh, why not? Can I call you dear bunny from now on?"

- "It is... Weird... I don't know"

- "Come on" evil chuchu got closer and closer to bunny

- "Stay back" bunny said

- "I just want to be closer to you"

Bunny took a look at chuchu's heart accesorie, it was broken

- "you... You are not... You are not chuchu" Bunny said

Evil chuchu showed her wings and horns

- "It seems like I forgot a little detail. How it comes out that you know so much?"

- "Because I know my friends"

- "Because you know huh... The stupid world you girls created, their rules, their physics, you know them? So you know everything about rep mods and stuff, right?"

Bunny didn't answered

- "then tell me this, my dear bunny... Do rep mods bleed?"

Evil Chuchu takes out a knife and fastly pushed bunny to the bed, gets over her on the bed and starts to stab her in the chest and stomach. A thunderstorm suddenly started outside.

-"Do rep mods bleed? do rep mods bleed??" evil chuchu repeats over and over again, with a few laughs in between . Bunny moves her legs desperately, screaming in tears and terror, her hands scratch evil chuchu's face with her nails penetrating the skin, there's blood everywhere, but Evil Chuchu doesn't even blink. The rain stopped. The room, filled with screams of horror suddenly went mute, Bunny stopped moving.

The rain stopped and a cloudy red twilight appeared in the sky

Evil chuchu threw the knife, and proceeded to put her hands inside bunny's stomach. She flushed, and closed her eyes, then took her own hands to her face, scattering the blood through her eyes and mouth. She started to bit her lips, humming. Slowly, she unfastened her shirt, and took her hands to her chest under her bra, scattering all the blood through her breasts, she closed her eyes, then opened them looking at the roof, they were now black. A big, sick smile on her face. The unnatural angel, now covered in sin, has turned into a true demon.

I told you there was a good reason for this not to be canon.

When I finished reading the last version, I said (loudly) "Bruh isn't this a bit too much? ☠️" and at the same time I realized most of the rft followers are minors, so it would be a bit irresponsible to post it without a warning. Still a bit irresponsible posting it this way tho, but you were warned

Whatever, How this trama was supposed to be solved? Well, in this trance of being between life and death, Bunny meets maki just like the canon story, but instead of appearing through the rubble, she descends from the heavens as Superior Bunny, yes, this was supposed to be Superior's introduction, before "Masters of time" arc. This was some kind of "power up" for bunny, like her saiyajin form or sm, that's how it was going to be the ultimate battle in this timeline, superior bunny v/s the voice. At the end I'd choose to go with the big rep mod war and rmm tenshi battle.

I hope you enjoyed it! But not if you are under age! If you enjoyed it we both should look for a therapist!