What Is Your Ultimate Fantasy?

oh my god i’m in love with this absolute bean! the phrases were so smoothly incorporated & i loved every single bit! sero really needs some more love 🥰

heaven’s in the backseat of my cadillac ⟶ thank you for 4.5k!

It was embarassing enough that you got catfished on your first date in years. It was even more embarassing that the same Uber driver who dropped you off was the one that picked you up only a few minutes later. At least he was nice enough to buy you ice cream.

pairing ⟶ sero hanta/ gn! reader

word count ⟶ 4.1k+ words

warnings ⟶ creepy old men, lightning mcqueen crocs, awkward situations, suggestive commentary

a/n ⟶ i did it. 23 phrases that were either chaotic, cute, or both. if ur confused, for my 4k follower event i asked some of my followers to send me phrases i HAD to use in this fic. and some of the phrases y’all gave me were NOT intended for what they were supposed to be used for 💀 bolded words are the phrases. also i actually did put all of your character suggestions in a random wheel generator and i got,,, sero 😐 but literally no one is suprised. this was actually based off a tiktok by @/amrcgrldoll btw hope she never finds this

⟶ playlist; sober by childish gambino, plus by peach tree rascals, skin by dijon, cadillac by miguel

Truthfully, you weren’t really the type of person to do Tinder dates. In fact, you were pretty sure the whole thing was a scam. But you were bored, had the Saturday free, and was desperately craving any type of human affection away that didn’t involve your insane roommates.

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The Council Groupchat

mina ✰

thinking about how this is the first time I’M home alone and y/n’s on a date… am i getting uglier?? be honest guys was dying my hair pink not the move??

jirou ♫

YOU WERE THE ONE THAT TOLD THEM TO CATCH A DICK

uraraka ☁️

anna oop-

momo ✿

And I oop

mina ✰

heart been broke so many times 🤕 & g t ; : 3

you ♡

i hate you all

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Sighing, you frowned at yourself in your phone camera, fixing your hair with what little light someone could access in the back of an Uber. Sure, you haven’t been on a proper date in years, and half of your friends were engaged or even married, but it wasn’t like you were lonely. You were lucky to be surrounded by wonderful people. It was just…

Bored. You were just bored, and that was all.

“You can turn on the light, you know,” your Uber driver chuckled as he saw you struggling in the dark. Embarrassed, you mumbled a small thanks before turning on the back light.

What a nice guy, you think, as you ponder back to his profile.

Sero Hanta. Four and a half stars, didn’t try to make awkward conversation, had a phone charger, and a solid music taste. You were pretty much sold at the no conversation review, everything else was a lovely bonus.

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not a want. a need.

the world when you're with me

synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.

tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802

a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 

For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 

After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 

But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.

As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 

His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 

Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  

The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 

When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.

Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.

When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 

Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 

But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.

When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 

Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 

“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”

At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 

“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 

After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 

Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.

The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”

heard porn bots might be following you guys again. sorry about that. but in some good news i have been gaining many new followers who are real stunningly beautiful women. welcome ladies :)

Diavolo's tiddies.

THE GANG'S ALL HERE

the ears…

drowsy 🪼

— (rafayel)

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my baby my babyyyy or however it goes

Cowboys kissing. you agree. reblog

Beel in the back:

(Based on snap of charliegillespie eating an unusual sandwich combo)

cant imagine having to wash the chalk off his pants after this one

they literally went "hmmm levi's tail....like a snake yeah that's right hmmm satan?? spiky blah blah belphie? has thorns etc etc... barbatos? BARBATOS?

✨wet & glistening 🥵✨