❝my, my those eyes like fire❞
❝i’m a winged insect, you’re a funeral pyre❞
|| lee || 30s || she/they || bisexual || villain fucker ||
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content warning: multifandom, 18+ content, nsfw, dark content, villain fucking, monster fucking, villain apologist, not spoiler free, you have been warned.
୭̥⋆*｡ pfp: @/mothmanadjacent
don’t recite the old magic to me witch, i was there when it was written ୭̥⋆*｡
HELP NO WAIT WHY IS THIS PERFECT 😭 please please please go check out @touyaspeach work because it is SO WORTH IT 😭
Thank you again for this. I adore it so much 😭
Edit:
Something I did want to say was, Alastor isn’t mocking Vox cause he is in the dress, he’s mocking Vox cause he got stood up for a date and spotted Vox sitting by himself, smoking. So like any good Rival, he pesters him shamelessly, and keeps an eye on him. Also he is keeping the wandering eyes of others at bay
Of course it’s not a comic though so it wasn’t the first thing you pick up, but there is some Context for y’all if ya interested!
lil doodle 💧🔥
unyielding sword.
author’s note: this is extremely self ship coded and self indulgent to help me feel better. trust me no one needs to read this. this was literally for me and thrown together in a couple hours.
warnings: sano shinichiro x afab!reader, selfship fic, explicit language, mentions of alcohol, drunk behavior, drunk confessions, fluffy, silly, a bit a self deprecation on shin’s part, this is extremely self indulgent on my behalf and wanted it just because it’s for me… sorry.
The name that flashed over the screen of your cellphone nearly made you take a second glance as if you didn’t believe he could be calling at this hour. Why on earth was Wakasa calling this late? You were sure he would be out with Shinichiro and the others. Has something happened to one of your friends?
A sigh fell from your lips before you answered the call. “Hello?”
“I’m sorry calling this late but-”
The sound of a drunk Shinichiro echoed in the background. The corners of your lips tugged upward, unable to stop the smile from forming.
“I can’t deal with him. Come get him.”
“Well, who let him get that drunk?”
“That fucker Takeomi bought him shots-oh Jesus Christ…” There was a pause and the sound of shuffling as if Wakasa was having trouble keeping his phone. “Can you come get him?”
Shinichiro’s voice echoed in the background again as he called out your name. It was clear he was heavily intoxicated now.
“Just come get him before I kill him.”
You snorted before agreeing to come to the bar.
“I’ll see you in ten.”
I'm just here for a good fight
I log onto tumblr and immediately see discourse and someone bashing the fics for Gaza project. I’m so tired. Out of all the things to complain about - that’s what you pick… k.
there are many many things in this community u are welcome to use to be critical and negative. but a collective community fundraiser for a genocide is not one. please do better
Summary: Req from @i-am-a-lost-girl16: Hockey Az and Figure Skater reader?
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1,493
Notes: See? I still write 😏
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“Hey! I still have the ice for another fifteen minutes,” you shout at the hockey players that are suddenly stampeding through the gate to the ice rink like animals.
You cut to a harsh stop, ice shavings spraying in your wake as you cross your arms over your chest and glare at the Velaris Bats hockey team gliding easily across the ice rink where you were just practicing your figure skating routine. Normally, you’d be ogling the broad players in their onyx and violet practice jerseys, already splitting into teams for a scrimmage as they ignore the fiery look on your face, but with only a few more weeks until nationals, you need every minute on the ice that you can get.
When I'm in the arms of an angel, I feel like I can walk on water.
satoru’s been having a hard time keeping his hands off you, looking for ways to get into your pants all day.
but alas, you both have been busy organizing the housewarming party — picking up decorations for your new house, putting them up to create a festive atmosphere, dealing with caterers all day and eventually the party itself and entertaining your guests.
towards the end of the night, he was running out of patience. you could tell by the way his hands were constantly clutched around your waist, pulling you closer against him and subtly rubbing himself on your ass, and also the few hints he gave you here and there (every 5 minutes) to go help him find something (release) in the storage room. to you, he’s always been an open book.
“fucking finally”, closing the door after seeing off the last few guests, satoru sighs with content.
“that’s so rude, satoru”, you nag at him.
stepping closer to you, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. his other hand circling around your waist and stopping at the small of your back to press your body against him. “what’s rude is making me wait so long. i’ve been hard all day, it hurts”
wind breaker episode 06 - nirei akihiko & suo hayato
