Ladies And Gentleman And Those Who Can't Be Fucking Bothered, I Present To You... Baby Azz

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JJK

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Persona 3 & 5 (I'll start writing for 4 after I finish the game)

Things to remember (important!):

I will not write x fem readers (you have your place to go), I don't write yandere fics either.

I have every right to deny a request for any reason.

If you need a comfort fic asap, then please put "EMERGENY REQUEST" at the top of your ask.

I am fine writing for darker topics like, depression, anxiety, sh, suic*de, trauma, only in a negative light. I will write for these topics as comfort fics, but will absolutely not glorify or romanticize any of them.

I will write for disabled reader (various disabilities, physical or mental.) But I may ask for more details on how it affects a person.

I will write for hispanic or poc reader if specified.

Ftm, Ftx, and Mtx a are all welcome to interact with my posts and request. (X means nonbinary/ null gender) As well as gender fluid or what have you, main things is this blog doesn't write fem reader.

Minors can interact with the sfw posts, but I ask that they do not follow me or interact with my nsfw posts. I will not write nsfl.

I will write for polyamorous relationships or monogamist relationship.

I'm perfectly fine with writing CNC or noncon (though obviously I don't condone noncon irl) feel free to ask for weirder types of kinks, I'm open to most things, I'll let you know if I for some reason don't feel comfortable answering your ask.

No one mourns the Wicked

If you like Kisaki, I automatically like you, just so you know.

I wanted to make a point about how, to me, it is obvious that his thinking isn't actually healthy, that there is something we are forced to overlook because of the narrative that makes Kisaki's reasoning about Hina make sense in his own head. By this I mean that there is no way someone as smart as Kisaki would pursue the plan he concocted if not for the need to desperately fight against something, which, I argue, would be loneliness, and the feeling of worthlessness that comes when you realize that your efforts mean nothing if there is nobody to acknowledge them.

Kisaki liked Hina, she was his childhood crush, but also so much more than that, because she was the first kid to ever treat him nicely and not like he was some subhuman weirdo because of his aptitude in school. She was the only one who showed the willingness to accept and welcome an outcast like him, not in spite of his perceived weirdness, but because of it- and this is where I argue that Kisaki is most likely neurodivergent, whether one agrees or not. She's a lovely person, she is everything that is good (I love her very much).

It feels to me like Kisaki is a number of things: - a "gifted child"/"genius", the type that adults love and kids despise, the type that has no friends because of it, the type that decides their own worth based on their successes or failures because their talent is all they are and ever will be to anybody who meets them; - plagued by the need to fit in, be accepted and recognized without actually changing himself in ways that betray his core values/what he thinks makes Kisaki Tetta Kisaki Tetta (which is something that is, I think, shaky and hazy to himself also. He's his brain and his smarts, but what else...?); - convinced that he's inherently unlovable and worthless unless he has tangible proof of his own successes (which is why he confesses to Hina only after realizing his 10 year plan) while also thinking, constantly, somewhere in his brain, that he's above everyone, that he just needs to show them just what he can do, that he's so much more than any normal person could hope to be; - unable to see others' affection as anything but transactional (something he can earn like a medal, something he has to trade for); - unknowingly (to a degree) desperate for genuine human connection (which he finds in Hanma despite not realizing it, because he's 13-14, they are both too young and neither really realizes that death can happen to them, too, and that they probably never could make it clear that they genuinely did care for one another); - deeply lonely and envious of everyone who isn't and is naturally a people magnet (Takemichi, Mikey, for instance).

To me, he was simply a boy who wanted to prove that he could do something great just by himself and on his own terms, that he was enough as a person for others to look up to and acknowledge, that he was worthy of the same love Takemichi could effortlessly get, just by being his naively heroic self. But he got caught up in the idea that Kisaki Tetta was what everyone else told him he was: a weirdo one should stay away from. He made that his strength, he became exactly what they said he was, because his admiration for Takemichi turned sour when it became clear that his charisma meant there would be nothing left for him. He mentions that a gang leader needs to have the looks to be successful in the part. He has resigned himself to the spot of those who lack every quality he values (outside of his own smarts), but he never stopped hoping that he could stand where the others, the "good" ones, like Takemichi himself, stood. He wanted to be like him, and be liked like him. But he couldn't, because he wasn't Hanagaki Takemichi, he was only Kisaki Tetta.

The end of the manga proves that simply having a friend who understood him from the start would have allowed him to become the fulfilled person he was always meant to be, that he was never inherently evil. He was just suffering through what Takemichi describes as the most painful thing. He was alone.

He was alone and he died alone. At 14, on a February night, on the asphalt, alone, under the horrified gaze of someone who had just had the thought that he would have deserved to die, someone whom he looked up to, despite everything, who had just told him that now everyone knew what he was up to and that nobody would ever listen to him again. He died alone and the only friend he had was too far away, and came too late. He died alone and the only one who could truly miss Kisaki Tetta was Hanma himself, while Takemichi belatedly realized that it shouldn't have ended that way and that it still wasn't right, that Kisaki was just like him: weak and only powering through by sheer force of will. He died alone, and he was the only one who died thinking and saying that he didn't want to.

He never got to be graced with forgiveness like Kazutora and Izana. Nobody even tried to understand him, save for Hanma and Takemichi.

No one mourns the Wicked. Yes, goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked cry alone Nothing grows for the wicked They reap only what they've sown.

HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH KEN!!! YOUR PARENTS FUCKED 35 YEARS AND 9 MONTHS AGO!!!

"I would die for you."

"I don't want you to die."

"I would kill for you."

"I don't want you to kill."

"Then I have nothing to offer you."

"If I ever find the person who made you think you're worth nothing more than that, they'll pay dearly."

Dante, who despite his own efforts to stay as far away from standard human connections as possible, finds himself far too attached to a human.

Dante, who suddenly out of the blue starts avoiding you and won't talk to you for more than a minute.

Dante, who desperately wants to keep you safe and hold you close, but he's so worried he'll hurt you. Taint you.

Dante, who genuinely believes that he only ever brings misfortune to those around him, and that with his work the best thing he can do for his love is to stay away.

Dante, who might just be right about that. After all, he's the biggest bounty in all of hell.

Dante, who refuses to indulge himself in what it feels like to love, because the act of loving makes him disgusted.

Dante, who isn't disgusted at the idea of loving, who desperately wants to love freely.

Dante, who is disgusted with himself, because he could never be worthy of your love, your touch, your smile, your grace. Not after how many he's failed.

Dante, who's convinced that if you stay near him, history will repeat itself and he'll only lose another person that he loves more than life itself.

Dante, who keeps you at arms length to keep you alive.

Dante, who still can't help himself from rushing to your side to protect you anytime he needs to, but will always brush it off as just his job.

Dante, who refuses to let himself acknowledge his own emotions, let alone act on them.

Dante, who'll probably never truly admit how much you mean to him, how hopelessly he's fallen for you.

Dante, who will protect you and keep you safe from the shadows because he just knows that he doesn't deserve to walk beside you.

Dante, who hates himself for who he is, who he was born as, and has no plans of changing it.

Dante, who won't dare to give himself the full extent of human pleasures, because he could never forgive himself if he did.

Dante, who truly, wholeheartedly, and genuinely believes, that who he is and what he does, makes him subhuman.

Btw, if y'all like this and you want I could make similarish angsty stuff for Vergil and Nero, maybe even V?

OMG I love your writing sm and I'm so happy I finally caught an event!

Could I pretty please request for jjk and genshin?

red vine #BA494B – I'm definitely not a super romantic type, so anything like a candlelight dinner is out immediately. That said something quiet and comforting like a cat cafe or a library would be ideal, I'm obsessed with that dark academia vibe

blush peach #F2D6CA – I play acoustic guitar, I love reading, I'm obsessed with cows (especially highland- their so cute!), I adore antique stuff or architecture, and I spen a lot of time at my local coffee shops.

No pressure to write this I just thought this event in particular was cool! Wishing you the best!

aaaaaaa helloo!! im sorry for taking so long <//3 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO!!

GENSHIN IMPACT

red vine: immediately thought of albedo! the way this man would fold so fast if you told him about a library date!!! he would adore ADORE to be next to you, reading a book quietly or sharing opinions about some pieces, if that makes you comfortable. plus, he seems like a cat guy, so he wouldn't mind at all to go to a cat cafe—as long as he can read a book while petting the cats.

blush peach: i can definitely see kaeya being your secret admirer! i feel like that man would simply melt whenever he sees you in a coffee shop or reading—he watches you from afar too much, someone probably thinks he's a stalker. he would love to hear you talk about your cow facts or hear you play the guitar (maybe the way he confesses is during a duet you two have together?)

JUJUTSU KAISEN

red vine: you can't tell me that doesn't scream fushiguro megumi!!! LIKE A LIBRARY OR A CAT CAFE DATE, QUIET BUT COMFY? that's his dream!! he wouldn't mind just spending quality time with you, no matter if the talk is non existent or you don't talk that much. just by having the same interests as him, and not being as crazy as the people he hangs out with daily, he already loves you.

blush peach: weirdly, i thought about inumaki toge! i just think he would really appreciate your likes and hobbies, since it's something he doesn't hear people talk about often. he would hear you talk about cows any day any time, by the way, inumaki gives off the vibes of someone that would become obsessed with cows too—not only because he wants to impress you, but look. look at him. he looks like he would love to know the most random things ever.

li's matchmaking event

GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE ANAKSNDHDHSNANAKDMDMDN

𖦹 ` 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝅄 ; synopsis : von lycaon is a true gentleman, he would never act on his selfish desires on his master. that is until mating season rolls around…

𝅄 ; warnings : 18+ , knotting , mating press , mentions of breeding “pregnancy and pups” , p in v , unprotected sex , light predator x prey , slight dubcon but everything is consensual , animalistic urges , slight fluff at the end

𝅄 ; a/n : my first fic on this account, i do hope you enjoy! my requests are open of course. not proofread ; sorry for any errors!

NEW ERIDU, is home to many individuals and home to many different factions. One of those being Victoria Housekeeping . You found yourself at the mercy of those individuals from time to time, especially the ever so proper Von Lycaon. A gentleman through and through , who isn’t afraid of protecting his dear master from the depths of the hollows where you often find yourself after conducting research.

Now, you knew better not to get too involved in any of his personal business, but when he sent a sudden notice of absence it worried you. Why on earth would he need to leave? For how long? What was wrong with him? You had to know, as his close friend and well.. esteemed patron. That’s what lead you to meet at the place you knew would have your answers. Strangely enough, none of the girls were home either, not even Ms Alexandrina.

It sent a shiver down your spine as you crept through the empty halls, it was silent..eerie. It was almost perfect for their faction at least but even for them this seemed a little far fetched. A little too silent for your liking. You could hear the way your heel clicked and clacked against the concrete floor beneath you. It was dark, the sun set a while ago..the moon shined bright through one of the cracked windows, the cold hair caused your hairs to raise and goosebumps to form. Why was everything suddenly so much scarier?

You just needed to find Lycaon and deliver the basket of treats you made for him , to hopefully quell whatever illness he described in his latest message as to why he had to be distant for a while. You turned the corner, only a few feet away from the room of the wolf thiren when you heard a growling. It pierced through your ears as the only thing breaking the eerie silence, that and now your increased heartbeat. You gasp, It sounded like he was in pain.. you didnt want him to feel pain anymore! You were just here to help.

You pick up the pace almost speed walking to his door, it was locked. You turn the handle again and again, calling out to him to let you in! To let you cure his sickness. Oh how naive and ignorant you are. The wolf was no longer the pristine and well groomed man you usually met , but more an untamed beast of pure and undeniable lust. The door swung open, almost off its hinges as he towered above you. Did he get taller? His chest was exposed, his once clean attire was discarded in rags behind him. He panted , his fangs almost dripping in saliva as he looked at you like you were his meal.

You didnt know why your legs burned as you ran away from the beast, you didn’t even know why you were running to begin with. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you heard his heavy footsteps behind you, no less giving you a lead. You knew Lycaon could catch up to you if he truly wanted to. But this wasn’t Lycaon this was someone—something else. You blanked, which way did you come from? Where were you? You made the mistake of standing idle while an animal hunted you. His breathing was ragged in your ear as his clawed hand tightened around you waist yet he didnt hurt you, in fact it was the opposite.

“Stay.” He finally spoke, his voice was almost unrecognizable as the rest of his appearance. His fur was unkept, his eyes were almost completely black as he stared down at you..but the small part of him was still there- that still wanted to protect you, his master. He knew exactly how to, he knew how to protect you from everyone else, everyone who wasn’t him—every other thiren or human out there who dared to claim you. No. He would do it first before them all.

Completely compromised, you’re almost forced in position with your face touching the hard cold floor and his hands forcibly tearing apart your garments. You squeal, you try and break free and tell Lycaon to calm down! Your pleads fall deaf to his ears, the only sense he can make out is your scent. Arousal, fear.. it was a deadly mix for a wolf, it made him crave you more. His hands were somehow soft against your plush skin, playing with the fat of your thighs as he forced your body in every position he could until he was satisfied. You couldn’t help but feel your core leak at the sight of him when you’re finally on your back. His cock was large and swelling, pulsing over your entrance as he tried to hold back every urge he could until he knew you were ready.

His long digits found way into your core, it stun as he dragged them in and out, you knew you needed more than this you needed him. “Ly—Lycaon” You’d call, forcing him to throw out every thought telling him to take his time. You needed him as he needed you, and who was he to deny his master their desire? He almost couldn’t resist when your walls clamped around his thick member, his saliva dripped down onto your exposed chest- coating your mounds with the liquid as his hand came up to massage it in. His pace began slowly, he still cared of course. You could feel everything, every thrust, every twitch—you could feel it all.

Gradually he sped up, he started to thrust at an unforgiving pace, his moans breathless and mixing with your downright pornographic voice, he never felt so much pleasure in his life—all that buildup truly meant something now that he can unload everything he had into you, yes, yes hed give you his all. He would fill you to the brim and get you nice and pregnant with his kin—with his pups. You could do that right?

“you-you will mother..mother my kin—wont you master?” He purred, his tongue lapping at your neck as he started to fuck you like an animal- like the beast he truly was. You could barely speak back, your brain was practically mush at this point. You could only cling to the little you could as your poor cunt got abused by his unforgiving pace. His knot began to swell against the base of his cock, you could feel it prodding at your entrance— no, you couldn’t take this! Not when you could barely take his cock. That didn’t matter to Lycaon though, you would take it whether you liked it or not. His hands came to your thighs yet again but this time to force them beside your head, your teary eyed fucked out face only urged him on.

“yes—yes! take my knot.. my beloved-! my master—please, please let me in..” He’d growl before biting down on your neck , you scream as you feel that familiar burst of energy shock through you- the slick from your cum and arousal created the perfect substance for his knot to slide inside of you..filing you to the brim with his cum. He licked at your neck as his tail wagged behind him furiously.. he finally found someone suitable for his kin.. for his love..for his desires to be fulfilled.

He couldn’t let you go now, not even long after he calmed down. In reality, he was terrified on seeing you now that he was in the right state of mind..what an idiot he was. “Master—I deeply apologize for my behavior. This is why I notified everyone about the full moon” His voice made you chuckle, of course.. the damn moon. “Master-?” He called again, afraid he may have broken you. You surely were “broken” at least that’s how your body felt.

“Lycaon”

“Yes Master-?”

“Carry me to bed”

“Of course..I am at your service”

I've been hit with an interesting idea: Imagine honey trap Wakasa. Just look at him: Petite, effeminate, with long hair and prominent eyelashes — put him in dress and heels and he's perfect for luring unsuspecting rich bastards into his bed to get rid of them. Until you become his latest hit. Granted, you knew what he was up to. Yet, you still would roam your hands all around his body, coated in a red backless cocktail dress like a present waiting to be unwrapped, going as far as to spank that pretty butt, earning a long, satisfied moan. The fact that Wakasa just so happened to be both a guy and one of Kanto's most wanted hitmen was simply pleasant bonus. Let's just say that your dick was so good Wakasa completely forgot he was supposed to kill you once you're alone with him, in vulnerable position. Because god damn, you completely turned tables on him, made him your prey instead. Pin Wakasa down in missionary as you put his slender legs on your shoulders, holding his head up so he can see how you pound his little anal hole, or hold him firmly in full nelson as you bully his prostate 'till the pretty boy's cock shots webs of cum. Bonus points if you and Wakasa become enemies with benefits (or maybe not really enemies ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) as a result, because he really can't deny he has become lowkey addicted to your dick. Waka's mind is clouded with how good you are in bed, to the point where he can't even focus on his hitman duties proper. So, once he catches you around again, you two make a compromise — Wakasa always lets you run off free, and in return you fuck his brains out again and again. Sounds like a really good porn-with-plot fanfic tbh.

When you need to tap that ass, even if it kills you. Literally 🥴

Holding Waka's head so that he can watch you destroy his ass though? Mwah! 1000000/10 concept. I will be thinking about that at random times now

CHIBI MITSURAN

CHIBI MITSURAN

CHIBI MITSURAN

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOKO‼️

Plus a little bonus Koko x Sanzu

He's so scrungly and sassy and hnnnngnghfgdhxhxhx