full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009

remember when writers had to be all like: “omg omg lemon starts HERE” y’all are lucky that ao3 has tags and filters you can set

Sometimes shit was marked “lemon” and it’d just be them making out, and sometimes they’d just start pissing on each other

No rules, no laws, you took your life into your hands opening fics

A/N: this contains SLASH, that means TWO MEN, if that makes you uncomfy, DON’T READ!

A/N: please don’t sue me, o anime overlords, I’m not making any money off of this! I’m just a broke student! I don’t have any money!

A/N: I totally wrote this while high off 10 Red Bulls wheeeeeee!!!!!

A/N: COMMENT if you want me to continue the next chappy!!!

No, no, no

remember when there’d be interactions with the author and the characters?

InuYasha: I don’t get why I have to be here for this

A/N: Because it was in your contract!!1!1 *revs chainsaw*

god those were lawless times. 

(Sorry.)

picture perfect

pairing: cody rhodes x reader

prompt: 89. "you sent me pictures of you naked while i was in a meeting!"

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Mistake -P4-

Mistake -P1- Mistake -P2- Mistake -P3 Mistake -P4- (Final)

Pairing: Finn Balor x Fem!Reader x Seth Rollins

Warning: Angst/Fluff, Make-up. Happy endings.

Word Count: 3,084

Summary: The match is scary, but who wins your heart? (Sorry if the summary sucked!)

A/N: I let you guys choose your ending because I couldn't decide who I wanted to end up with! Hope You Enjoy!

The day is here.

The day where Finn and Seth fight for you. You didn't want this to happen, but this is how it's gonna be.

You weren't gonna lie when you say that you still have a slight feeling for Seth. He was your first everything, but Finn on the other hand, was your everything. He picked up the pieces that Seth left and built you back up. He did everything, Seth couldn't imagine.

Him & I (chp 3 snippet)

Ao3 < link

Warnings: 18+ mentions of sex & sexual theme . Sukuna is a warning.

“Satoru I have to go,”

Gojo sucked his teeth refusing to look at you and turned away to walk down the hall, giving you a half assed waved over his shoulder. Disappointed because yet again you’d refuse to even give him a chance.

“Cya,”

He knew where you were going, he knew who you were going to and his feet took him to the classroom where he got visualise what he had running through his head.

His footsteps echoed down the empty halls because everyone else had left for the weekend to go do whatever plans that made them happy -with people who wanted to be with them besides him.

The sunsetting through the window gave the empty classroom a orange, ethereal glow.

Whilst Gojo watched you run up to the pink haired prick covered in tattoos waiting for you. His arms crossed as he looked up to the sky with some grumpy, bored ass look on his mug of a face, leaning against his matte black Harley Davidson.

Satoru snorted a laugh because it was fucking comical really, you wouldn’t go for him because he was what you considered a bad boy, the fuck boy kind yet you were okay with being around Sukuna Ryomen?

Hilariously fucking ironic.

A hand placed on Gojo’s shoulder but his blue eyes stayed fixed on Sukuna looking to you, giving you some kind of eye roll and staying in his position, you linking your hands behind your back and rocking onto your tip toes getting into his personal space that he didn’t lean away from.

Instead red eyes flickered to your mouth before back to your eyes and you suddenly laughed before rocking back to your feet and leaning away. You kept laughing, sure Gojo couldn’t hear it because of the distance but he could see it and it hurt.

Instead he heard Suguru behind him,

“You got it bad for her Satoru, let it go man.”

“Nah, she’s a pain in the ass. Just wanted someone to get mochi with this weekend. I’ll find another girl, not like s’difficult.”

Suguru rolled his eyes and returned his hand to step forward and watch the scene Gojo was watching.

“You know that’s probably why she’s distant from you, your inability to actually say something meaningful or genuinely show emotions is your own worst enemy.”

“Right, makes so much sense that Sukuna is the better option Suguru.”

The dark haired male shrugged in response, shoving his hands into his own pockets.

“Maybe not better Satoru, but how people feel is a personal thing. Besides Ryomen isn’t known for dick dipping.”

“Uh yeah ‘cause women are scared of him. He’s only known for being a sadist asshole, rumoured murderer and batshit crazy.”

“As you say, rumours.”

”I didn’t know there was a lil’Sukuna fan club. You wanna suck his dick too Suguru?”

Gojo rolled his eyes and turned away dismissively waving his head at Geto, who watched as you got on the back of Sukuna’s bike and he pulled out of the little secret alley on campus you always both met in on Friday’s.

“What idiot tattoos their face anyway.” Gojo grumbled as Suguru fell into step beside him, Gojo's hands shoved into his pockets and hunched his form to visually show his pouty behaviour.

“That’s what is concerning me, more are appearing, think the rumours are true?”

“What, that the dudes fryin’ people up and eating’em?”

“If he's eating cursed fingers it explains the marks, he’s trying to evolve.”

Gojo shrugged and straightened, side glancing at Geto with a small cocky smirk.

“Whatever, I’ll still beat him.”

Suguru threw his arm over Gojo’s neck putting him into a headlock.

”What have I said about gettin’ cocky Satoru? He’s already got the girl you are in love with. Speaking of which, we gonna get some Mochi?” Gojo groaned trying to twist out of the headlock, his glasses tilting on his face as he glared at his best friend.

“Piss off Suguru like hell am I doin’ a man date. And I ain’t in love with her,”

Suguru’s other fist rose to rub on Gojo’s head,

”Pft your eyes get all dreamy around her, it’s so cute.”

Gojo managed to release himself and shove Suguru aside giving him a half assed glare whilst ruffling his hair to straighten it back out.

Suguru laughed and caught up to his best friend as he grumbled off down the hall again.

“It’s her birthday this weekend, is that why you wanted to take her?”

Yeah, it fucking was.

It was also so he could give you that stupid anklet you wanted to win at the local arcade you went to with him last week, you only went with him because Suguru was also there, only to ‘conveniently’ leave because he had forgotten errands to run.

Geto Suguru, a true bro and wingman!

Gojo fidgeted with said anklet in his pocket, it was so cheap and crappy, he doubted it was even plated to make it last in water. It was just some gold chain with a little crescent moon upside down on it, he was almost embarrassed that he went back and skipped class to win it for you. But if you looked at him like you did the day you saw it, when he gave it to you, he’d forget about the embarrassment of going there alone to get it.

Your arms wrapped around Sukuna’s waist, your hands skimmed over his muscle under the thin T-shirt. He would always roll his eyes when you’d shove your hands under his top, but you knew it was a small action he liked.

The whole drive here you’d been dipping your fingers between the lines of his muscles, drawing patterns mindlessly with your chin on his shoulder or against his back.

You felt him flexing whenever he turned the bike, cutting a corner sharper than he should have or to suddenly speed up and weave dangerously through traffic. He’d only laugh when you gripped him tighter.

You also felt him flex, you’d seen his hands on the bike grip the handles, his biceps would move under his movement, when you leaned up to mutter in his ear about what would happen when you got there. His jaw tightened, his frown deepened as he put up with your mutterings and ideas, using his focus on driving to your advantage.

You shifted on the back of his matte black Harley Davison as it roared under you, pulling to a stop outside,Sukuna planted his foot to stop it tilting over.

When you got here he’d do the same as he always did, he’d pull you into the abandoned house impatiently dragging you up the stairs into what used to be someone’s bed room.

He’d take you to the pile of fresh blankets and pillows that had built up over time from each visit you both came to, right under a window that took up most the length of the wall from the ceiling to the floor.

Then he’d fuck you there until he was spent, from the day he took your virginity to the last day you’d see each other -this was how every Friday night was spent for almost a year and a half. It wasn’t a relationship, it wasn’t anything that would last -you told yourself this but it never fully stopped the fall into comfort that each visit pushed you to.

You'd seen so many sunset views from the ridiculously long window it gave the view of the horizon that laid beyond the fields of green. You’d lay there bare, cushioned by pillows and blankets, you’d lay between his legs thoughtlessly tracing the tattoos on his abdomen or chest. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable and you started to wonder if this was his own way of escaping the secret life he led.

“You keep getting new ones?”

His chin rested in the palm of his hand, elbow balanced on a range of pillows that gathered in the corner between the window and wall he leaned against. He glanced at you but you could see the distance in his eyes, he was looking at you but his mind was else where, every visit before the last he grew more distance, more distracted.

“Part of the process." He mumbled before turning his eyes back out to the view of the sunsetting.

“Process?”

Sukuna sighed heavily like the conversation itself was taxing his existence.

“Your curiosity isn’t welcome, your mouth has one use and questioning me isn't one of them, know your place."

You rolled you eyes as you sat up onto your hands and knees before him,

"I know my place,"

Sukuna hummed and side glanced at you, a smirk twitched at his mouth but he fought it down.

"Under you, preferably knees to my shoulders."

Sukuna barked a laugh before turning to face you, red eyes dancing in the glow of sunset, his smirk spreading across his face was getting more inhuman with each week passing. He leaned forward and reached for you to grip your chin, causing your lips to pout at the harsh grip squishing your cheeks together.

"Pathetic, you’re so needy," his hand glided skimming your cheek which you leaned into, his fingers thread through your hair before bunching it under his grip and forced your face down to his semi hard dick, still glistening with cum from the previous round not 10 minutes ago, "-Get it hard then slut, then we'll get those knees to your fucking shoulders hmm?"

misbehaving — chapter eight

<- chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine ->

chapter 08: two can keep a secret [ series masterlist ] + gojo x f!reader / sukuna x f!reader; wc 6.3k

summary: life being engaged to sukuna is off to a bumpy start, and you find out that you and sukuna are not the only ones heavily invested in it. (or — in which moves are being made behind the scenes that neither of you are privy to.)

+ cw mentions of trauma/death, sukuna is really horrible with expressing his feelings, slightly soft sukuna this time hehe, naoya is… naoya; slight smut.

notes: okay lemme give you a guys a real break from the current drama! let’s let yn and sukuna have a good time while they can okay ;)

“I don’t fucking get it, what’s wrong with you?”

It had been like that for the longest time. Gojo couldn’t recall when the last time his parents got along was. Everything was peachy until dad took over the company, that was all he knew.

Mom had gotten a little more distracted too; though he didn’t know why.

Ever since then it was just a lot of fighting. A lot of cussing. A lot of obligations.

Gojo heard everything through the walls. It always happened in his father’s study. He couldn’t hear every single detail, but it was always about work.

Work. And family. And whatever else except their love for each other because it seemed like however much they had for each other, it had vanished.

He missed it.

⠀ — MOTH TO A FLAME ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

eren’s not really sure where this all started.

he’d always thought that the stolen looks and the raised eyebrows were indicative of you just wanting to share mirth over your son’s idiocy—his best friend’s idiocy. jean was an idiot and it was often that you’d lock eyes with eren just to roll them again after some stupid pun jean had made or a dirty reference that nobody but him understood.

when your husband had gone overseas for a business trip, eren had assumed you kept inviting him over because you were lonely since jean had also decided to spend the summer abroad that year with his girlfriend.

you’d ask him to do some manual labor around the house, catch you staring when he was fixing up some old furniture for you, and even invited him to have a glass of wine when you’d ordered dinner for the both of you one night. your cheeks had been flushed red, hands running along his shoulders as you laughed at a joke he’d made and eren was fighting every cell in his body to not get absolutely rock hard. the way the strap of your satin camisole had dipped off of your shoulder, drawing his attention to the smooth curve of your shoulder, the swell of your breasts—he doesn’t think he formed a coherent thought that wasn’t sexually related, truthfully.

he doesn’t think he’s ever had to try so hard to not be, y’know, hard.

Anger of red

Confidence of yellow

Badass silver

Everyone shut up

Ogre Benimaru

After watching The Slime Movie. I wanted Tumblrs opinion. Who is the better Devilish Servant?

Sebastian or Diablo?

DIABLO

Anyway, we started watching that anime called That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime and all we have to say about that is that Rimiru is absolutely gender!

For people who don't know, his human form in the world he resides in is literally "sexless" and also makes you ask "is that a boy or is that a girl??" and yet, for some reason, we end up always thinking "most people would mistake him as a girl if this were an actual person, probably?" but everyone calls him a boy. We think? But he is technically sexless. So like, we hate admitting this but everything about his "gender neutral/default" appearance and how it presents in-show in terms of the absolute fuckery this would cause if it was irl (even minutely) gives us the Happy Juice. :D

sex & provocation — nozel silva

-> OCT. 13 : HATE SEX + BREATH PLAY

kinktober masterlist 2021!!

“If you did your job, our team wouldn’t have endured such an embarrassing loss.” Nozel’s voice resonates through the corridor, almost sounding proud for chiding you.

When Julius assigned you and Nozel to the same training team, your gut instinct was to refuse, but you understood his rationale: working together would give both of you the chance to resolve any animosity. Yet, here you are biting your tongue in case you say something regrettable.

“Please,” you laugh, ”let’s start blaming each other for our own faults.”

Nozel doesn’t know when to stop. He can’t. You have been scrutinized by this pain in the ass for a week now — the reasonable side of you is working overtime to keep from being driven mad.

You roll your eyes when you sense him following close behind. So the mercury darts circling your frame don't take you by surprise when you turn to confront him.

“You defy me without much thought… have you forgotten who I am?”

Ignoring Nozel’s pretentious comment, you point at the darts. “No reason for that.”

“Of course there is,” he surmises, then stalks closer. “How else shall I make my words stick?”

You take a step backward, and there is only an inch distance until your ass hits a solid wall. Watching him, your brows furrow in confusion. The medal on his chest glints like a third eye, leaving you heavily unsettled. You have no idea what he’s attempting and your stomach goes sour at the thought.

“A captain so worthless,” Nozel says. He steps forward, filling the space between you, and with a flick of his wrist, the darts dissolve. His hand rests around your neck, soon adding enough pressure to draw the air out of you. “...Must’ve whored her way to the top.”