#wrote this on a whim

[pluto-00]

DRUNK OFF YOU.

nsfw(16+), black fem reader, eating out, afab reader, praising, degrading(not directed to reader), whining/begging, mentions of spit, dom reader(ish), sub/switch male, and after-care.

pet names; my love, pretty girl, and baby.

pussy drunk men! who are kind of pathetic when it comes to you. You always have him needy when your away, poor baby can’t even get off properly when you aren’t there.

pussy drunk men! who’d want nothing more than to please you when you finally come home.

“please my love, let me have a taste, i’ll promise to take good care of you t’nite.”

pussy drunk men! who’d at the drop of a hat would get on they’re knees if you’re stressed and needed some relief.

pussy drunk men! who’d take one lap of it, and start moaning and rutting into the the mattress like a little bitch. Causing you in response to laugh, and push his head away from your heat.

“I let you get a taste, and you start acting like a complete whore.”

“M’sorry baby, i’m g’nna calm down..I promise.”

pussy drunk men! who’d groan as your lower half started to get wetter. His muffled sounds collidin against your sopping cunt.

“Fuckk, you’re getting everywhere.”

pussy drunk men! who enjoys when your thighs cramp around his face, priding himself on your physical reactions alone. The way you tug on his hair, as your back arches are some of his favorite things he likes to see.

pussy drunk men! who are very skilled with their mouth alone, can have you seeing stars for hours if you wanted.

pussy drunk men! who likes maintaining eye contact the entire time when he’s going down on you, he just loves watching you come undone.

“I wish you could see how you gorgeous you look right now, mhm.”

pussy drunk men! who can go on for hours, he could have an aching dick in his boxers and yet still drink you up like a man in the desert who found a water well.

pussy drunk men! who’s absolutely a mess when its comes to you, your slick all over his lips, and his spit dripping down your inner thighs

pussy drunk men! who’s probably has you in tears or close to it. A soft smile plays on his lips, as you buck your hips up into his mouth, a clear sign you need more.

pussy drunk men! who’s made you cum probably twice already just by his tongue alone, and is now pushing for another. This is by pure enjoyment alone, you're over-stimulated, and not once has he stopped.

pussy drunk men! who praises you relentlessly, he’s just so thankful that you let him go on for this long. His thumb runs over your puffy clit, trying to get another climax out of you with a slight grin on his face.

“You’re being so good for me, my love. thank you.”

pussy drunk men! who when they are done, kiss you on the lips, and go put on a warm bath as another thank you.

———

thinking of..! leon s kennedy, geto suguru, satoru gojo, trafalgar law, and spencer reid.

#pluto 00 rambles! #wrote this on a whim #need a pathetic bf #whiny men #sub men #black writers #pathetic men #pluto 00 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ #black!reader #x black!fem!reader #dom fem reader ish #dom reader #whining and begging #needy men #smut brainrot #pluto-00 #smut #geto x black!reader #spencer reid x black reader #spencer reid smut #gojo satoru #leon kennedy #geto suguru #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law x black reader #leon kennedy smut #jjk smut #praise and degredation

[voxthepope]

man in mask: state your crimes

me, tied to a chair and bleeding: uhm, being a lil bean?

man in mask: no, your REAL crime

me: uhhh, moaning “kinky” when you tied me up?

man in mask: no, you- what GOT you tied up

me: ohhh, was it the MAIDio Demon?

man in mask: the WHAT

me: nothing nothing… was it telling Lucifer about mpreg?

man in mask: YES (rips off mask and turns on the light to reveal Alastor with a baby bump, smiling angrily as he wobbles like a baby deer) why the FUCK did you teach him

me: woah, Radio Daddy, maybe you should take a break, yknow, for the baby

Mpreg Alastor: no the baby is giving me cravings

me: I’m sorry, I’m a WHAT

#wrote this on a whim #it’s gorgeous #<3 #sobs and cries #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #radioapple #but alas #poems on tumblr

[goddessofwidsom]

You would have never thought to fall in love with a killer a villain a yukuza but your stupid innocent naive mind was tricked you was dolled up in a house staring at a wall tired already from the same word’s being recited to you over and over again a sickening tone “I love you” sometimes you wish you would jump off a building and rot in hell

You should have noticed no picked up on the weird signs and him coming from work late covered in a almost unnoticeable red substance no you lied to yourself your love for him blinding you whenever you overheard the news about Bonten you looked in the opposite direction switching channels

You should have looked at the tattoo on his neck as clear as day you shouldn’t have went to that club but the allure of letting loose was to much when you met him it went to smooth and then you were here depressed no you didn’t want makeup sex if it even could be called that

He would undress you and simply fuck you against your will saying you loved it why are you crying and lying to yourself and it’s all your fault just to mockingly laugh in your face oh you were over it his thought’s weren’t your’s he would bring up last night and past tense’s

Lay your father and mother head in-front of you reminding what’s gonna happen if you disobey saying your lucky it wasn’t your brother or sister next the sound of a door knob twisting made you shake in fear nothing was yours anymore if only he hadn’t took a interest in you if only you didn’t fall in his grasp

But your trance staring at that wall was interrupted by loud steps sometimes you wish you were air invisible and could simply disappear but you are human visible and his

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo reveng #toyko revengers #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere bonten x reader #yandere mikey x reader #yandere sanzu x reader #yandere ran x reader #yandere rindou x reader #yandere executives x readef #wrote this on a whim #i wrote it on a whim #izana #brothers haitani #18+ content

[thatsrightice]

Ron was in the elementary school when he first met Tom. The teacher introduced him as the new kid joining their class, asking everyone to welcome him with open arms. Ron looked at the name written on the board and just couldn’t help himself.

“Woah! You have a long last name!”

Tom didn’t respond, just kind of stared back until the teacher ushered him to an empty desk.

Tom was a quiet kid, kept to himself and never really spoke unless it was to answer the teacher’s question. He never really had any friends, mostly just read big books with small letters that made Ron’s head spin.

Jack took Ron’s spot at the lunch table one day so he decided to take a seat across from Tom. Ron thought Tom’s lunch box was cool and told him so. The boy’s eyes lit up and informed him it was a F-5 Freedom Fighter, saying that it wasn’t anatomically correct as its fuselage was far too long, whatever that meant, so Ron just smiled and agreed. They already had a Tom in their class and that’s when Ron decided to call him Tommy.

Ron always sat with Tommy at lunch from that day. They quickly became inseparable, doing everything together. Tom was crazy smart and knew everything about everything, especially planes, but he never really made Ron feel dumb when he helped with a long word or a difficult problem. They kept each other company, Tommy didn’t exactly have any other friends since moving and Ron didn’t have a need for any other friends. Tommy was his best friend, even when he talked about airplanes a lot Ron didn’t mind; he decided they were pretty cool too.

One day Tommy exclaimed declared that he was going to be a pilot in the Air Force when he was older, taking down bad guys and protecting the country. Ron was impressed as he didn’t even know if he was going to pick pizza or lasagna at lunch that day. Monday rolled around and Tommy showed up to school with a black eye and a new tune.

“I’m not going into the Air Force anymore,” he had informed Ron.

“Why?”

Tom shrugged. “I’m just not.”

Ron had a feeling he knew why. Tommy would show up with bruises once in a while, said it was from falling out of his bed or climbing a tree, and this time he was hit in the fact playing baseball. But Ron was confused because Tommy never fell out of the bed at their sleepovers and Ron was confident he was the best tree climber like ever. But Tom said he was okay and that’s all that mattered.

But Tom’s dad? That guy was scary. Ron had only met him a couple of times but when he did he wanted nothing more than to run away. Tommy was terrified. The look on his face when keys jingled in the lock was one Ron would never forget. They’d abandon their game and run to Tom’s room, a book shoved into Ron’s hands. They’d sit on the floor and read until the man paused in front of the doorway, nodding in approval at the two boys, and then proceeding down the hall out of sight.

Thankfully his father was away on trips a lot so Tom’s mom let him spend the night at Ron’s house sometimes! Tommy would always tell Ron that his mom was super cool and Ron would agree, his mom was the coolest. At one of these sleepovers Mrs.Kerner asked Tom what he wanted to be when he grew up, but Tom got quiet.

“He wants to be a pilot!” Ron exclaimed, but Tom shook his head.

“I’ve got to join the Navy, like him.” Like his dad, he meant.

“Well why don’t you be a pilot for the Navy?” Ron’s mom asked, setting a plate of apple slices and peanut butter on the table.

“But he said the Navy doesn’t need pilots.” Tom took an apple slice.

“Sure they do! Someone’s gotta protect those boats. You know, Ronnie, your great uncle was a pilot for the Navy in World War II.” Tom’s eyes snapped wide open, staring in awe at Ron.

“I can be a pilot and be in the Navy!”

“What about you, Ron?” His mom asked. “What are you going to be?”

“A pilot for the Navy. Then we could fly together!” he nodded firmly and his mom laughed. And he’d swear he’d never seen Tom smile that bright.

The happiness was short lived as about a month later Tom informed Ron that his family was moving again. He’d never seen Tom look so devastated.

Years went by and Ron moved on, as children do. When he hit senior year of high school it came time to decide what he wanted to do with his life, but he was stumped. He confided in his mom such thoughts one night while she was doing the dishes and she smiled warmly. That’s when she informed him of his longtime desire of becoming a Naval pilot when he was young, reigniting the memories of his best friend, Tom. “Two peas in a pod you boys were” she had said. Something clicked and he had made his decision, applying to the Naval Academy and getting accepted, much to his surprise. He hugged his mother, gave a tearful goodbye with the promise to call, and watched her leave.

“Excuse me.”

Ron turned around, a man stood in the doorway of the dorm across from his.

“F-14 Tomcat or F-16 Fighting Falcon?”

“Huh?”

“In a dogfight, who would win? The F-14 Tomcat or F-16 Fighting Falcon?”

“Leave him alone, Bill,” a voice from inside the room shouted across the hall. “We don’t even know what it’s capable of.”

Bill scoffed as he rolled his eyes but there was a smile on his face. He turned back to Ron and stuck out his hand. “Name’s Bill Cortell. And that a**hole is my roommate, Tom.”

“Ron Kerner.” They shook hands.

“So where are you from, Ron?” But before Ron could respond Bill’s roommate emerged from the room, leaning agains the doorframe.

“San Diego, California. Sunset Park Elementary School.” Ron just nodded, confused as fuck.

“Tom. Tom Kazansky.”

As they shook hands, Ron couldn’t help his grin.

“You have a long ass last name.”

The blonde merely raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

#wrote this on a whim #but then spent 2 HOURS researching the F-14 F-15 and F-16 #FOR ONE LINE OF TEXT #…​I have a problem #I think it’s cute #tom kazansky #tom iceman kazansky #Ron kerner #ron slider kerner #here’s a little something I wrote #bill cortell #bill cougar cortell #Iceman and Cougar were roommates #iceman and slider are besties #…and maybe more? #can be interpreted as platonic or romantic really up to you #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun iceman #top gun slider #slice #i love a good slice #slice is my shit #WAYYYY LONGER THAN I MEANT FOR IT TO BE #just a little thing i wrote #slight #iceman angst

[daisymintt]

Merlin and Arthur were on their way back to the citadel after a successful quest when they were attacked by a group of bandits. Merlin had taken a slash across his stomach from a very dirty sword, he was sure if the wound didn’t get cleaned soon it’d get infected, and Arthur had dislocated his left shoulder before they where able to get away.

Arthur supported Merlins weight on his uninjured side as they escaped only to get cornered against a cliff face. Arthur helped Merlin slide to the ground, his back pressed against the cold stone. Merlin gritted his teeth against the pain, an arm wrapped around his middle trying to suppress the bleeding, slipping in and out of consciousness. Merlin tried to grab at Arthur’s arm as he stood, hand on the hilt of his sword.

“No, Arthur, they’ll kill you!” Merlin gasped out. Arthur looked back resolutely.

“Don’t worry Merlin, I won’t let them near you.” Arthur promised, stepping forward and unsheathing his sword as the bandits stepped out from among the surrounding trees trapping them.

Lightheaded and desperate he encanted in a whisper a spell he hadn’t used since the incident with Knight Valiant, “Bebiede þe arisan cwicum.” (I command you to rise up to life.)

His eyes flashed gold, the familiar feeling of his magic warming him. The golden dragon crest embroidered on Arthur’s signature Pendragon red cloak started moving. Its head lifted from the fabric, solid and real, and the attackers stumbled back in fright.

Arthur, still unaware of the dragon coming to life on his cloak, was confused by his attackers sudden fear. The dragons wings came next, then its legs, and finally its thin, whiplike tail, until its entire body was free from the confines of the red fabric. Arthur yelped and threw his cloak on the ground, the little golden scaled dragon tumbling across the forest floor with it. She got to her feet and shook her head. One of the attackers laughed and taunted, “What’s this here? Is this little lizard gonna protect you?”

“Κα ὶ στρατηγ ὸ ν δ ὲ α ὐ τ ὸ ν ἀ πέδειξε.” (Protect Arthur.) he commanded the dragon in a deep whispered tone. She looked towards him and ducked her head in obedience before directing her attention to the attackers who had gotten more bold now. One of them raised their sword, ready to bring it down towards Arthur who looked frightened and confused, his dislocated arm hanging limply at his side while the other tightly gripped his sword, but before the blow could land the tiny dragon launched herself at him.

With her tiny, needle sharp claws she claws at his eyes, wings beating around his face. He screamed in pain and desperately tried to pull her off him causing her to dig her claws in deeper. His cohorts started yelling to each other, unsure how to help. One of them used the butt of his sword and slammed it into the man’s face, missing the intended target and knocking him out. His body collapsed on the floor, bloody scratches marred his face and his nose was bloody and broken.

The little dragon perched on his chest ready to pounce, its tail lashing about, then fast as a snake she struck. Before the bandit could react she flew at him and buried her fangs in his shoulder, he shrieked and tried to pry her off but she was too quick for him. She darted down the mans tunic, the man began hopping from foot to foot yelping and in pain as he tried to grab her. At one point he must’ve struck her because an Arthur heard a faint yelp before the bandit doubled over in pain. The little dragon crawled out of the bottom of his breeches with a satisfied smile, blood painting her talons and mouth.

The few remaining bandits looked uncertainly between Arthur and the little dragon, debating whether this was worth the risk. The little dragon flapped her wings and glided over to Arthur where he stood stiffly watching the whole thing unfold before him. She landed on his uninjured shoulder and lovingly nuzzled his face before hissing at the bandits, her tail twining around his arm protectively. One of them shakily raised their sword towards her.

Her eyes narrowed and she opened her jaws, a funnel of fire billowed out towards the bandits who dropped their weapons and ran. Pleased, she settled herself on Arthur’s shoulder, Arthur wasn’t sure exactly what to do with this. Last time he had seen a dragon it was razing Camelot and had been much bigger. This dragon couldn’t be bigger than a well fed rat yet it contained all the fight of a full sized dragon.

Tentatively he raised his hand to it and gave its chin a scratch. The dragon purred and leaned into it. It purred. How such a creature had come from his cloak he couldn’t be sure, magic had to be involved, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to be truly fearful of her when she had protected him and Merlin. A groan of pain turned his attention back to his injured manservant.

“Merlin!” He cried and rushed over to his side. Merlin was not looking good, his face was pale and sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead, and the blood stain on his tunic was steadily growing.

The dragon on his shoulder whined and glided down, landing on Merlin’s shoulder. She nudged his cheek, Merlin’s eyes fluttered open. Arthur allowed himself to breathe, Merlin was still alive.

“Come on, Merlin, almost there. Just hang on a little bit longer.” He said as he crouched down, throwing one of Merlin’s arms over him and helping him stand. Together they made the remaining trek back to Camelot with a new friend in tow.

#merthur #merlin emrys #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin #drabble #merlin fanfic #merlin fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #dragon lord #dragonlord merlin #merlin whump #merlin fic #merlin fandom #whump #wrote this on a whim #ficlet #Merlin ficlet

[sincerelyy-youres]

Trade Secrets (Yandere Sampo x Reader)

TW: Obssesive Behaviour, Manipulation. Read at your own risk.

You can't really tell if Sampo Koski is a good person.

Or a bad person, because you could never really say if his actions are for his clients or for himself, but realistically speaking, all businesses are like that. All deals, all transactions and for whatever purpose, the merchant and the employer must reap the benefit of their agreements. On the merchant's part, the benefit is the pay; the money or whatever possesion their employer had that they can have once they finish the job, and on the client's part, the benefit is the job that is done by the person they hired. Business are for yourself, and for your clients.

This is what you believed Sampo always had kept in mind. At the end of the day, all of us just wanted to have a good pay and treat for ourselves, and of course, a job well done! It doesn't really matter If theres a few loose ends on the way-- these things are part of the job. If you have to use other people to your advantage to get the job done easier for yourself, or even if you have to manipulate, or in a simple much more convincing word-- to persuade other people into giving in and to avail your offered good services and commodities, all of this are the basic, fundamental meaning of business. Without manipula--err, persuasion, there's no business to be made!

That is what Sampo's mentality is. He is not a bad person, because he's only doing what's expected to him as a businessman. But he's not a good person either, because he's willing to do everything to make his life easier and for a good extra tip-- even if that means persuading other people. And since he neither had the basic quality of a human being in this standard of society, he had one quality that you can call him. Again, he's not good, but he's not bad, either.

He's manipulative.

And which is why you avoid making transactions with him as best as you can. You know there's something wrong with his discounts, there's ulterior motives behind his free commissions and his 'deal all you can' and 'loan with zero interest' offers is as suspicous as him. You'd seen him make deals with other people in the underworld but he's never as desperate as when he tries to persuade you into his doubtful offers. He's always there, waiting, staring, following, just for you to give in. You knew better, anyway, than to fall for his trap, even if his offers hits too tempting to let go because its involved with any recent problem you have, and its just a coincidence that he knows whatever is bothering you at recent anyway.

Until, well, you got yourself into a big, mess of a business transaction.

Its something that no matter how hard you try to get yourself out to, you can't. It felt like you threw yourself at a rabbit hole, and you desperately are in need of a helping hand. It felt like you are thrown in a maze, trapped, helpless, scared. Every day you feel like you were being watched, and at night the doorknob to your room rattles and rotates likes someone is trying to get in. Walking in the streets of the underworld became a horror to you as you feel like you are being followed, but there also, Sampo appeared.

Out of nowhere, with a smile that is not his usual convincing, persuasive and businessman smile, but the kind of smile that felt like he knows what he's doing will benefit him in the long run. He held your right cheek, and leaned into your left ear, and there he spoke of the various solutions that he offers to solve your problem. A quick fix, a solution and he doesn't even require you to pay. All you have to do is say yes. All you have to do is nod your little head and everything will be okay.

Sampo... is a manipulative businessman. He had all the tricks up in his sleeve, all that means to get an extra to every deal. When things doesn't go his way, he makes way for it with a smile on his face, and a radiating positivity, all his actions justified, because there's no way that nothing goes according to his plans. If there is actually something that doesn't go according to what he planned, for example, you, he adds a little pressure on your side. It is not equal if the pressure is always on him, after all! Business are always equal to both parties, is it not? It only takes a little cracking on the wall you had created between the two of you, one that if he destroyed, youre surely falling right into his arms, just as he first planned when he approached you.

Now that you witnessed first-hand how he works, don't go telling it to others now! Not that you can talk to others now anyway. But just in case!

Its a trade secret, after all~

#yandere #yancore #yandere x reader #honkai star rail #yanderecore #sampo x you #sampo koski #sincerelyy youres #sampo honkai #wrote this on a whim #HES SO INSANE FOR THIS

[yourfriendlygryffindor]

gold rush

word count: 1339 - jegulus, Hogwarts au, teen rating

Regulus was eleven when he first met James Potter. He was being dragged by his brother to meet his friends who he had already decided he hated. All summer, it was all James Potter this, James Potter that. He was tired of it and couldn’t wait to hate him to his face. 

That was…until he saw James. 

He was beautiful even for a twelve-year-old. Nothing about him was awkward. His brown curls stuck up in a way that on anyone else would’ve looked horrid but on him looked effortless. 

That instant he realized he would never be able to hate James. 

That was also the instant he realized he was attracted to boys. 

It was a lot for a little first year to process. 

Now, at seventeen, he watched James from across the Gryffindor common room with annoyance written clearly on his face for all to see. 

Gryffindor was having a New Year party, the last New Year party that Sirius’s group would be hosting before they all graduated that spring. 

James was beaming from ear to ear as he stood atop a table, pouring drinks for people who raised their glasses and dancing when everyone was busying themselves. 

He was magnetic. Intoxicating. Inviting. Luring. 

“Oh my, Merlin, you’re obsessed, Ruby!” A Hufflepuff snickered next to him to her friend. 

“He’s so beautiful! Look at him!” Ruby responded. 

“Don’t get your hopes up, James hasn’t shown interest in anyone since he gave up hope with Evans.” 

Regulus rolled his eyes and moved to get another drink from the refreshment table. 

James was a gold rush. 

Everybody wanted him. 

It was irritating. 

Regulus was just one of the many. 

He grabbed a fresh cup of Firewhiskey and started sipping away at it. 

That was…until he turned around and saw James winking at someone, giving them his dazzling smile. Quickly, he downed the rest of the drink. 

“Wow, Reg.” Barty appeared next to him. Regulus glared at him as he tossed his cup in the bin. “What’s got your panties in a twist?” 

Involuntarily, his gaze shifted to the boy dancing on a table. 

“Ah, your massive crush on Mr. Sunshine and the fact that you want to climb that beautiful golden wizard like a tree.”

Screw his inability to control his face when he was drinking. 

“What did he do this time?” 

“Nothing.” 

“So, is it a general dislike for what he’s doing, the attention he’s gaining, or is it how you can’t control what you feel around him?” 

Regulus huffed and turned his back to James. “He’s so effortlessly beautiful.” His thoughts flowed out of him now that the alcohol was sufficiently doing its job. “It’s not fair. I put effort into everything I do, but he’s just…there, existing and perfect. I don’t like anticipating the flush of my cheeks when he deigns to smile. Everybody wants him and I’m just here. There’s no way I’ll ever stand a chance.”

Barty’s brows furrowed. “Do you want him to notice you? I was under the impression that you didn’t want to act on the feelings.” 

Regulus looked over his shoulder to stare at James grinning at his brother. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

James’ gaze shifted from Sirius to Regulus across the room at that instant. His eyes twinkled as he grinned, waving at Regulus. 

His eyes were pools of honey, it was so inviting. He wanted to get lost in them. 

Regulus continued to stare at James, not waving back but not turning away. 

James’ smile turned into a smirk like he was accepting a challenge, he handed Sirius his bottle of alcohol and hopped down from the table without looking away from Regulus. 

“He’s coming over,” Regulus warned Barty. 

“Got it, good luck,” Barty understood the sentence for what it was and left. 

“Hey, Reg,” James’ smooth voice broke through the music. “How are you?” 

“Fine.” 

James grinned and let his eyes wander over Regulus’ figure. “Good. You look great tonight.” His voice dipped low, luring him out to sea. 

“Just tonight?” Regulus played along, testing the waters. He wanted to jump in and drown himself in it.

James chuckled and leaned in, mouth hovering above his ear. “You look good every day but you look especially pretty tonight, is that what you wanted to hear?” 

He swallowed thickly and leaned in toward the warmth of James Potter. “Yes.” 

“Hm, good to know,” James spoke deeply and pulled away, taking the warmth with him. “Do you want to dance?”

Regulus blinked in surprise. He looked around at all the people already staring at them because of his proximity to the Sunshine boy of the school. 

James’ hand cupped Regulus’ chin, turning his head to look back at him. “Don’t pay attention to them. Do you want to dance with me?” 

Regulus’ mouth went dry. “Yes.”

James laced their hands together before he was tugged into the crowd. They stopped near the center of the dance floor. His anxiety rose thinking about everyone surrounding them. He didn’t want them watching, touching him. 

“Eyes on me.” 

Regulus snapped his head up and stared into that pool of honey he so desperately wanted to jump into. 

“They won’t come close enough to touch you, I promise.” 

Something about the way James spoke made Regulus believe him. 

James took Regulus’ arms and wrapped them around his own neck before wrapping his around Regulus’ waist, tugging him close. 

“Just focus on us,” he said in his ear. He swayed his hips, using his hands to help Regulus sway with him. 

He watched as slowly everyone on the dance floor was looking over at them as they danced. 

James really was a gold rush. Everyone watched him. 

I don’t like a gold rush…but I can’t look away from him. 

“Reggie,” James spoke gently. “Do you want to leave?” 

His arms tightened around James on instinct, hands slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

A deep chuckle buried itself in Regulus’ bones. 

“Okay, love. Tell me if they’re too much?” 

Regulus nodded. It was too much now, but he didn’t want to break the moment. 

James’ hands spread across the small of his back as they danced. 

He couldn’t believe this was happening. 

As the song went on, Regulus became more confident despite the stares. 

He tugged on James’ hair lightly, earning a delicious groan from the wizard. His lips curved up with a slight smile as multiple witches narrowed their eyes with jealousy. 

Regulus wasn’t sure if this was a one time occurrence but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to make a claim. 

He caught Barty’s gaze on the edge of the dance floor with Evan hanging off him. 

Barty gave him a thumbs up and mouthed, climb him.

Regulus rolled his eyes but still slotted a leg between James’s. 

“Aren’t we jumping a few steps, love?” James asked with a chuckle. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Is everyone watching?”

“Of course they are, James Potter—golden boy of Gryffindor Tower—is dancing with Regulus Black—heir to the Black fortune and Slytherin’s arsehole.” 

James’ shoulders shook with his laughter. “So, you’re saying if I were to do this—” James bit his earlobe lightly, “—everyone would see?” 

“Yes,” he said breathlessly. 

James hummed. “Good.” 

They continued on this way, slowly teasing each other to stake claims on one another. 

What would it be like to be with James? Would it be like this? How would it feel to be loved by him? 

He wanted to kiss him. 

But did he have enough in him to be loved by a gold rush? 

Would he survive this? 

He blinked and suddenly James had pulled back to look him in the eyes. 

“Regulus?”

He glanced at James’ lips and back up to his honey-filled eyes. 

Slowly, he leaned in, mouth hovering so close they shared a breath. 

His eyes twinkled with depth in those hazel pools. He was drawn to them like a human would be to a siren. 

So inviting, I almost jump in. 

#marauders #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #dead gay wizards from the 70s #jegulus fic #based on a taylor swift song #wrote this on a whim #I didn't think this needed to be a whole one shot so here you go

[mikaila-orchard]

Little sparrow, on its lonesome,

Wandering throughout the skies,

In it flies to the Widow's nest,

To know her kiss before she dies,

#poem #poetry #wrote this on a whim #don't ask me why

[karnaca78]

These knuckles aren’t meant to be bare. He stares at them unharmed, unblemished; unholy. They’re lacking fine leathers and rings, the shine of a stone emerald green to match the sea-weed arrogance of his eyes; a band of gold for a halo and the expected weight of martyrdom. He is so frail, that little man. Short of height, flimsy of build, slight of hand. Naked, when so human.  Ludwig absorbs the shock of his skin, smoke-dulled bronze against the Vicar’s porcelain, and the difference in their scales. The night has weathered him to the marrow, torn leather off his palms to remake them into the stuff of hessian sacks. He grows wary; of his weariness.

Excerpt from A Kindling, of Sorts. Some liege-knight pining and a touch of Micolaurence because I am weak like that.

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#bloodborne #laurence the first vicar #ludwig the holy blade #holyvicar #my writing #micolaurence #wrote this on a whim #really fast too so i can't attest to its quality. i'm just unhinged these days idk. #now i can return to my micolash-heavy agenda

[starryrock]

Imagine a TWST x Obey Me! AU except in my AU it’s just the TWST characters bringing absolute MAYHEM to the Devildom. Like Idk why, but I feel like that TWST characters in the Obey Me! universe would just bring a camp with them that the Devildom doesn’t really have. Don’t ask me to explain this.

This thought started from me reading a fic where Dire Crowley and Diavolo already kinda knew each other but in the funny way of like… Crowley trying to do his “evil flower” monologue or whatever in the mirror and Diavolo keeps interrupting him and Crowley just goes off like “OMG can you let me do my thing once?” But anyways, I imagine this starts as like, Diavolo offering Crowley “Hey, come by sometime as a field trip for different kinds of magic uses. Don’t worry, the students will be totally safe under our watch.”

Mammon should be kept away from Azul and the one-braincell freshmen group at all times.

Also, Idk WHY, but the thought of Riddle being let loose in the House of Lamentation is hilarious to me. Because he’s either going to be completely respectful the entire time or something is going to happen that’ll cause him to lose it. Add the rest of the cast in the mix and the chance of him exploding goes up significantly.

#twisted wonderland #obey me #twisted wonderland x obey me #obey me x twisted wonderland #obey me x twst #twst x obey me #this is the first time i’m posting about obey me! wow. #anyways #can you imagine #Ace meeting Lucifer #he’s like Riddle except taller and meaner and has the capacity to destroy him extremely easily #wrote this on a whim #will maybe expand on this later #idk what this is

[evbell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Harry Potter & James Potter & Lily Evans Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Background James Potter & Sirius Black, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Pregnancy discovered, Lily Evans Potter Loves James Potter, James Potter Loves Lily Evans Potter Summary:

Lily’s eyes finally moved away from the green vial as she brought her shaky hands to her belly. It was an easy potion to make: water, a dried leaf of red cabbage, a baby hair from the mother, and an altered revelio spell, but her hands shook the entire time. She was wearing James’ Christmas sweater that had shiny antlers sticking out of it, and they poked at her palms as she pressed them against her stomach, but she was touching where her son was growing, and that was just the best feeling, wasn’t it? Feeling that there’s a life she and James

--- A short one-shot of Lily finding out she's pregnant with Harry

#new chapter #jily #harry potter #pregnancy #wrote this on a whim #was trying to get rid of my writer's block

[goddessofwidsom]

I was wondering if I could request jealous yan! Mikey where reader likes someone else and that person likes reader back and Mikey finds out about it and gets jealous so they start fighting for reader, and if your not comfortable with this or just don't want to do it I completely understand! I hope you have a good day, and if your requests are closed then please just ignore this!

Omg it’s ok and I’m on it I’m kinda new to this fandom so if’s it’s terrible I’m sorry I tried

Mikey was beyond livid he couldn’t bear the pain of you liking some else it was like stabbing him repeatedly in his heart so he did something he would never expect when he met the boy you liked he continue to plummet his face in the pavement until he was unrecognizable remembering when you told him about your crush a smile meant for him to only see tugged your face he will make sure that you are his so after he beats your crush to a pulp he threatens him saying if he doesn’t transfer schools and cut all communication he can say bye bye to his life

Mikey mentally grins when you come to him profusely crying about your crush saying he doesn’t like you and he hugs you bringing you closer and stroking your beautiful hair he comforts you and say I told you he weren’t worth it and take y’all out for dorayaki

Soon you begun questioning the reason to why your crush left you so when you dig in deeper horror clouds your face but Mikey saids if he hadn’t done it your heart would he broken pulling you in a suffocating hug with a huge smirk as you try not to cry your crush liked you but-was no it’s no need to think about that besides you have Mikey right

Sorry if i couldn’t write it longer school is a bitch

#toyko revengers #yandere mikey x reader #mikey x reader #i did this out of boredom #wrote this on a whim #tokyo rev x reader #yandere bonten x reader

[crispydonuts]

“You may not know… But I envy you so much.”

Damian spoke to Anya whilst in a drunken haze, Anya could only look at him in a surprised expression as Damian continues his drunken monologue.

“You eat together, do daily activities together, have your personal belongings beside each other….” Then Damian looked at the ceiling with a longing expression.

“Anya… You have a home, a warm home with loving and caring parents. It’s everything that I wish I have..”

“I truly… Envy you.” Were the scion’s last words before sleep took over him.

#spy x family #damianya #fanfic #monologue from unforgettable love episode 5 #wrote this on a whim #adult damianya au

[cthonicdemon]

Hello, I forgot this place existed (again) I'm done with poetry class, but poetry will never be done with me it seems.

When everything and everyone has left and gone away

Will you still regret the words you could have but didn't say?

Three small words change the world or tear it all apart

Simply because it opens a door or breaks a weakened heart

#my writing #writers on tumblr #my poerty #poetry #poets on tumblr #wrote this on a whim #love poem #love poetry #i love you #i cant say i love you

[someguywriting]

#columbo #columboposting #peter falk #wrote this on a whim #enjoy

[nirashiyahell]

The clock ticks.

As per routine, and it fills the silence.

Someone enters, armed.

The blonde’s well aware of who he is, unfortunately: he despises him, too.

His previously unfazed face turns into a scowl as soon as the other makes his presence known. Niragi, synonym for a fool, he thinks as he avoids eye contact.

The man, who was just a few meters away, was somewhat dangerous to anger, and Chishiya was known to ignore that warning, multiple times.

Luckily, he had never suffered any lasting consequences: the raven haired militant had tried, without success.

Chishiya mockingly spoke of his attempts, just to eat away at the other’s patience.

“They wouldn’t have worked, I was aware of that.”

Niragi says while looking elsewhere.

That intrigued him, enough to look in his direction. Suguru wasn’t dumb, though he pretended to be for the sake of the egoist persona he had made for himself: he would be easily mistaken for a Spades player, and that’s what he tells people.

Shuntaro doesn’t like it, not the lying part, he lies all the time, it’s another thing: Niragi makes himself out to be stupid, and he’s believed to be stupid. Liars come to believe their own lies, in some cases, it’s true.

He doesn’t want that. Not for the other.

“-but they were fun, so I tried a million different ways to get you in trouble.”

Niragi continues, studying the hooded male.

Chishiya studies him back with piercing brown eyes, his attention now fully on the one-sided conversation. The pause was a little longer, which meant he was waiting for a comment other than his own, he was basically talking to himself.

“What was so fun about them? I, for one, had fun watching you fail.”

Niragi seemed to have expected that reply, because he held back a laugh. The blonde would have raised a brow at this, if it hadn’t happened before.

It was common for them to anticipate their responses and reactions, which seemed uncanny to some, they found it funny.

"They were like our game, kind of."

Niragi blurted out, Chishiya, though a little surprised, ended up agreeing with a hum.

#wrote this on a whim #Nirashiya drabble #drabble #NiraShiya #Chiragi #Chishiya x Niragi #Niragi x Chishiya #Niragi #Niragi Suguru #Chishiya #Chishiya Shuntaro #AIB #Alice In Borderland