#˗ˏˋ this is what is feels like when you become one of the drunks ˎˊ˗ ( i . )

[madame-fear]

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 + 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ˎˊ˗

ೀ amira speaks! : part two of my fluff + smut prompt lists for requests, check them out here! requests are currently closed. remember to specify who says what to who when requesting! 彡 last updated : 08/03/2024 — ♡

116. (character) is talking to someone about you. they try to hide how they feel about you, but it’s quite obvious. “I like them a normal amount.” character says, “we get along, we’re just friends.” “and you’re a friend... who stares at them smiling to yourself like an idiot?” “shut up, you know nothing.”

117. lazy morning kisses and cuddles.

118. “so wet already? I barely even touched you. You must be quite needy.” (smut)

119. “Can I touch you over here?” (smut)

120. “Do you like it like this? Or should I go slower?” (smut)

121. “You’re blushing, that’s cute.” “Shut up, stupid.” (specify who says this to who)

122. “Can I please hold your hand?”

123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” (smut, specify scenario if possible)

124. “Please, if you could stay with me for the night, I would be grateful. I need you.”

125. (character)’s friends discreetly playing matchmaking by placing both of you in places where you can be alone together. You’re both oblivious to your mutual pining, so at one point they force (character) to ask you out for once and for all.

126. “They gave us... One bed?” “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” (could end in smut, or simply fluffy teasing)

127. “I think I might be dying... These may be my last words.” “It’s a small fever. If you don’t quit whining, the only thing killing you today will be my bare hands around your neck.”

128. “Touch yourself for me.” (smut)

129. “Your breasts are cold. Can I warm them with my hands?” “No.” “Pleeeeeeaseeeeee?” “Fine, but stop staring at my with those sad puppy eyes.” (smut)

130. Pillowfighting with (character). (Character) is better at it than you, but when you complain about it, they let you win because they genuinely feel bad.

131. Drunken love confessions to you.

132. Same as 131, but with you being drunk and confessing your love to (character).

133. “Don’t you like being all marked by me? Look at you, everyone will know you’re mine.” (smut)

134. “Someone might see us!” “Isn’t that the fun of it, love?” (smut)

135. “You are one pretty little whore. My pretty little whore.” (smut)

136. (character) gently removing your hands from your very flustered face after you give each other your first kiss, finding them smiling to themselves at how adorable you are.

137. “Who hurt you? I’ll get my revenge on them.”

138. “I could warm you up... From the inside.” (smut)

139. character introduces you to someone. “this is my girlfriend/wife!” (specify). you turn to them in confusion, becoming flustered. “yeah... your girlfriend/wife.”

140. “Stop stealing the blankets!” “Gods you’re so oblivious- I want you to come closer and cuddle me to seek warmth!”

141. “Why should I look up at the stars, when you have a whole constellation in your pretty eyes?” (so cheesy, woops)

142. “How come you were in love with me all this time?!” “I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY!”

143. “Look elsewhere, and I stop.” (smut)

144. “You have such a pretty, delicate little mouth. You surely take my cock so well.” (smut)

145. (character) lifting you from the floor, taking you in their arms, and happily swriling you around the place after not seeing each other for quite some time.

146. “We should film this.” (smut)

147. “Go fuck yourself.” “Only if you watch.” (could be smut or not, specify!)

[hey-august]

When it's time to party, we will always party hard

I wrote this one-shot a while ago and held onto it as a lil reward for getting 200 followers. I know that's not the usual milestone, but omgggg it's so amazing to me!!! To everyone who enjoys reading my nonsense about this goober - thank you, ily, I appreciate you lots and lots! 🤗🥰❤️❤️❤️

Word count: ~3.3k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, not an established relationship, drinking, oral - buggy receiving, anal sex - reader receiving, protected sex, *glitter*, a bandana is not enough aftercare (but it's the thought that counts). All parties are consenting adults.

A/N: I originally imagined that the song playing in the background is Custer by Slipknot. It just seems like the kinda shit they'd put on after a while because 'lol cut cut cut me up' but the silly chop chop man will always put himself back together. I'm curious to hear what music you imagine!

Title comes from "Party Hard" by Andrew W.K.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Pirates and drinking - already an overwhelming combination. Add loud music, rowdy jokes, lighthearted arguments, tall tales, drunk fights, a disco ball, sea shanties, and terrible dancing? Then it’s a full-blown we’re-gonna-get-fucked-up party.

Your crew was celebrating a successful treasure raid - overflowing chests led to overflowing cups. Buggy had ordered for all the alcohol to be pulled out and cracked open for tonight’s festivities, the tantalizing smells of wooden casks, sharp rum, and wine becoming a siren’s call for everyone on the ship.

This was your first time experiencing such a blowout and it quickly went to your head. The main party was contained in the mess, but the festivities quickly spread across the ship with people constantly coming and leaving. Clusters and cliques found everywhere and anywhere, like rowdy dust bunnies. Some groups gathered to sing loud choruses, others to conduct drinking challenges, one lot took over the crow’s nest to smoke, and countless others that simply enjoyed the fun.

The group that adopted you stayed in the mess, talking and chatting. Unfortunately, the concentration required to follow a conversation that could hardly be heard over the pounding music was far out of your grasp. Instead, you just pretended to listen. Nodding when it felt appropriate, chuckling when the others broke into laughter, and taking shots alongside the others. Meanwhile, you watched the crowd. It didn’t take long for someone to start a game of darts, but with throwing knives. Fun and dangerous. Someone else began collecting empty bottles to juggle. By this point, he was up to 5 bottles cascading through the air, with one balanced on his head. Delightful!

You took another shot and broke off from your group. You wanted to get a closer look at the juggler. He made it look so easy and you wanted to try. Sure, you never juggled before, but it couldn’t be that difficult. Navigating the surging crowd was a challenge that you succeeded in overcoming. The victory was short lived when you misjudged your next step. Your foot caught the corner of a chair like a ship hitting shallow coral. The momentum propelled your forwards and you grabbed onto the first thing that touched your hands. A person. A person who grabbed you back, trying to fix your incoordination. It took you a moment to realize that the hands steadying your body didn’t line up with the arms you grabbed. Shit. That was when you finally recognized the coat in your grasp.

Buggy’s hands brought you back to your feet as he turned around to survey the damage. Your face was flushed, but you were fine. The red tint was probably because of the alcohol. And embarrassment from losing your sea legs. Even worse, the humiliation made your body feel weaker, like your knees were going to give out. At least you thought that’s what it was, until the butterflies in your stomach took flight. Stupid blue butterflies with cute red noses. 

Buggy felt your grip tighten so he slipped an arm around your back, propping your unsteady form against his. Having lived most of his life above water, it took a lot for the captain’s sea legs to falter. Although, the sweet look of shame on your face did make him feel a little woozy.

“S-sorry, Captain. I didn’t see you there.” Feebly, you tried to pull away, but you couldn’t. You didn’t really want to. And Buggy didn’t want to let go yet, either.

“Damn and here I was thinking that you fell for me,” he joked. 

You didn’t think your temperature could get any hotter, but now you were hoping to melt a hole in the floor and fall away. Hopefully it wasn’t obvious how fucking flustered you were. A floating hand came by holding two shots and the expectant look on your captain’s face told you that one was for you. 

“C’mon, it’s a celebration,” Buggy encouraged, squeezing you and kicking back his shot. 

You took yours and winced as it hit your throat. It almost felt cool, soothing the torrent of thoughts raging in your body. Looking back at Buggy, you noticed a few drops trailing down the corner of his mouth. Sloppy. Adorable. Without thinking, you reached over and wiped the liquid with your thumb. Before you could pull away, the clown flicked out his tongue to lick your thumb. He apologized for wasting alcohol and winked. That fucker.

The bashful frown on your face was too much for Buggy. It was fun pressing your buttons, but this was quickly turning into a dangerous game. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip on your body to release you back into the wild of the party. He watched you sway slightly, as if your body forgot how to stand without him. His body tensed as he resisted the urge to pull you back into his embrace.

Thoughts swirled in your head, carried on the current of alcohol. If your captain was acting so forward, why couldn’t you? It is a party after all…

“Captain, would it- would it be okay if I kept thinking about you? At night?” you stumbled over the words, eager to get an answer.

Buggy cocked his head to the side. This was a surprise - albeit a welcome one. He pointed at himself questioningly and you nodded. His eyes narrowed and his grin broadened dangerously. Leaning forwards, Buggy whispered in your ear. His voice sent chills down your spine, conflicting with the heat between your legs.

“How about you do more than thinking?” 

His breath was warm and you wanted to feel it everywhere on your body. You wanted to feel him everywhere. You nodded.

Buggy grabbed your hand and strutted away, leaving you with just a hand. You followed the direction his appendage pulled, trailing behind your captain like a puppy. He guided you both to the closest empty corridor, dragging you the last few feet by summoning his hand. Spinning you around in a clumsy two-step to the muffled music that reverberated through the ship, he pressed his lips against yours and moved past a few crates stored in the dead-end hallway. Still with wobbly legs, you grabbed his coat to stay upright and held your mouth tight against your dancing partner. The taste of rum and spit coated your tongue. He tasted sweet and bitter. And a little dirty. 

Breaking the kiss, Buggy tilted your face up with a finger on your chin. He searched your eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation. It wouldn’t be the first time the pirate clown misread a situation and he wasn’t in the mood to be slapped in a not-sexy way. Your crashing mouth against his was enough of an answer and he eagerly reciprocated the affection. The next break was initiated by your breathlessness and dizziness. Pulling away, you saw that Buggy wore a similar expression with stars in his eyes.

“Why don’t you show me what kinds of things you think about?” Buggy prodded in a low voice. He placed your hand on his erection and used you to pet himself.

“Fuck,” you whispered, surprised by the pirate’s large mast. Although you said that for yourself, his cock twitched in appreciation.

“Please? Show me,” he whined, grinding against you. The begging tone in his voice made your throat tight and put your stomach in knots. That was nice. You liked hearing that.

Sinking to your knees, you undid Buggy’s pants and shimmied them down enough to access the treasure you’ve only dreamt about. The tip of his fat cock glistened, coated in precum. You blew on it lightly, enjoying how it swung and bobbed. Buggy hissed in anticipation.

“D-don’t be such a tease.”

You blew again. He groaned in pleasure and frustration. Holding the base of his cock, Buggy pressed it against your lips. At the very least, this should keep you from treating him like a fucking whistle. Your eyes fluttered as it throbbed against your lips, smearing precum like chapstick. You gave in and let Buggy into your mouth, relishing the soft moan he rewarded you with.

You sucked, licked, and caressed him until your jaw ached and your chin was coated in drool. Needing a break, you dragged your tender lips down the side of his cock. Kissing the base, you worked your way down to bathe his balls with a wide lick. You just barely hear Buggy muttering sweet nothings over the faint music. He placed a hand on the back of your head and pressed your face against himself. Spurred by his encouragement, you gently sucked and kissed his balls, coating them in your spit. You like how his cock rested on your face, accidentally tapping you a few times when it twitched.

Nearby voices broke your concentration. You looked up and saw Buggy eyeing the end of the hallway. He looked back down and - fuck - you looked so good down there. Obscene and beautiful.  He blinked a few times trying to clear his mind.

“N-no one can see anything as long as they don’t come down here. Crates are in the way,” he mumbled while thoughtlessly grinding against your mouth.

The voices got louder then softer, soon they were drowned out by the ambience of the ship. Whoever it was didn’t pay any attention or pause. While it felt naughty and a bit exciting, neither of you were in the mood to play a fucked up game of hide-and-seek. Before anyone else could come by and interrupt, Buggy brought you into the storeroom at the end of the hallway. One hand led the way, opening and closing the door, while the other pulled you along, taking you to one of the barrels kept in the room.

The hand you held pulled you across the barrel, your stomach and chest pressed along the top. You let your head drop into your arms for a moment. You were breathless, excited, and overwhelmed. Afraid that you would forget to live in the moment by being too interested in what might happen next. But this moment is more than you ever fucking imagined. The taste of Buggy’s cock in your mouth, your face coated in precum and spit, and now, here you were waiting for his touch.

Muttered profanity and rummaging brought your attention to your frantic captain. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Buggy patting and checking his coat pockets with floating hands and arm stumps. One hand seemed to emerge proudly until you both noticed the glove was covered in glitter. That is definitely not what he wanted and his hand actually looked disappointed in itself. You laughed at how dramatic Buggy is, even when it’s just a fraction of himself.

The clown cast a joking sneer your way before being interrupted by his other hand. Why he’s interrupting himself, you don’t know, but it makes you laugh again. Pulling himself back together, Buggy told you to get ready. You undid your pants and pulled them down enough to grant him access. Meanwhile, Buggy took the condom and lube he pulled out and prepared himself. The crinkle of the foil packet had your heart pounding.

A slap to the ass let you know that the fun was about to begin, the sound of his bare hand on your body was sharp. A rough hand pulled your ass cheeks apart as he kneaded your doughy skin.

“Fucking amazing,” he sighed while stroking his lubed cock.

Buggy leaned in and spit. You shuddered as it trickled down. He swiped the liquid with his thumb and pressed it against your asshole. Teasing you. Applying just enough pressure to make you feel delirious. You bucked your hips, trying to get something more. More pressure, more movement, something, anything.

“Tell me what you want, use your words,” Buggy crooned, rubbing circles that went to your head, dizzying your mind. You could still hear the dull sounds of music carrying through the ship. The heavy bass made you feel like your heartbeat was echoing everywhere.

“F-fuck me! I want you in me, please!” you cried.

“Keep going. I need to know what you think about~” he said in a sing-song lilt. 

Impatience and need raged in your body, consuming all rational thought. You took a deep breath, preparing to say things that you had only planned to keep contained in your fucked up head.

“Captain, I want you to fuck me in the ass,” your voice was shakey, but you kept going, “I w-want to feel your dick stretch my ass while you fuck me stupid. I don’t want my body to forget what you feel like.”

While you couldn’t see the brief surprise flit across his face, you could hear it in his husky voice.

“Damn, I didn’t expect you to be so filthy. You fucking pervert,” Buggy said as he pulled his hand away and slapped your ass again. It stung in a delightful way.

A breath lingered in your throat at the feeling of the tip of his cock pressing against you. Buggy entered, eased by the lube and spit. He could see your body soften with the sensation.

“Y-yeah, like that please,” you whined, wanting to encourage your captain.

Panting, Buggy grabbed your waist and thrusted in time with the music floating through the walls. Hitting quick and deep, as if he knew what your body craved. It wasn’t long before the wet sounds of your bodies connecting filled the room, accented with moans of pleasure.

“I-is this wh-”

“Yes! You’re d-doing so good, Captain. So much better than I imagined.”

“Of-fucking-course,” he grunted, insulted by the insinuation that your imagination could be better than the real thing. He snapped his hips into you harder, wanting to pulverize those measly thoughts and replace them with memories that would make your legs shake. The high pitched whine you released let him know that he was hitting a good spot.

“Ooooh, that feels s-good…” Your words slurred together, strung with ecstasy and alcohol. 

Buggy’s hands pawed at your hips as he continued slamming into you, the movement jostling the barrel beneath your bodies. The ferocity in his movements were numbing your mind and body to everything except his touch. Each thrust loosened all thoughts that weren’t about your captain. The constant jiggling of your body dulled everything that wasn’t extreme - that wasn’t his bruising hands or his hard cock that refused to relent to your tight ass.

You were in absolute bliss, drifting on golden waves of lust, desire, and cock. You could hardly lift your head up, choosing to rest it against the wood grain and drool.

“D-do you think about coming while I screw you? I bet you fucking do…”

Buggy’s taunting words lit a fire in your body. While you were content to be fucked senseless, it wouldn’t take long to come and you absolutely imagined it before. Countless times. Sluggishly, you wiggled your body, moving a hand between your legs. It took a moment to get comfortable, since you didn’t pull your pants down far and your unsteady hand had to navigate through that blocker. Once you were in an okay position and playing with yourself, you tilted your head to the side so Buggy could see you nod.

“M’close,” you whined.  

You didn’t have to tell him, Buggy could feel it. Your body was tight. Tense under his hands. Your ass was squeezing against him, increasing the pressure and friction you both needed. Your orgasm was at your fingertips, just waiting for the final push.

“Where d-do you want me to finish?”

“-in me, f-fucking come in me, please. Want you to come too. W-wanna feel it.”

Buggy’s body threatened to fall apart at the sound of those words. He’s pretty sure his neck split a fraction when he tilted his head back in delight. Worried that he might actually fall apart entirely, he hunched over your back and leaned into his impending orgasm. He was in a frenzy, bucking his hips against you, while also rocking your body and barrel against him. Going so deep it ached. Making your body confused, believing this is what it was created for. 

The way your sweet hole accepted him so readily each time he slid into you, but gripped him tightly when he pulled back was more intoxicating than anything else Buggy had tonight. Your yelps and cries of pleasure carried him higher, closer to the precipice until he tipped over. His weak seams threatening to break again, Buggy slumped over your back as he fucked through his orgasm.

You felt Buggy’s cock pump inside, flexing against your already strained hole. That sensation and the weight of his body collapsing on yours, which felt surprisingly intimate, were the final pieces you needed - wanted - before you came. You had imagined what it would be like to come on his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch inside you, and holy shit. Your hands and toys were a depressingly pale comparison to the real thing.

Buggy kept moving until you finished with a deep breath that gently rocked his body. Finally letting go of your hips, Buggy braced against the barrel and pushed himself upright. Reluctant to pull his softening cock from your body just yet, he ran his hands along your lower back, thumbs pressing into muscles that must be tender. A shudder coasted through your body, causing your asshole to pulse and flutter. Buggy hissed, feeling both overstimulated but craving more. He definitely didn’t have another round in him just then, so he pulled out.

You felt empty. Satisfied. Messy. But also empty. You stayed resting against the barrel, not trusting your wobbly legs or the spinning in your head. Both were probably from getting dicked down so successfully, but it could still be the alcohol. You listened to the sound of snapping rubber, which was followed by the sound of rustling fabric. 

Groaning, you pushed yourself up and turned to see what the pirate captain was looking for this time. He was unsuccessful so far. And then that damn hand emerges from the glitter pocket. But this time, it was his bare hand. Which was sticky. And now it’s sticky and covered in glitter.

“For fuck’s sake,” Buggy growled, swatting his arts-and-crafts hand away with his arm. You found that fucking hilarious and threw your head back in laughter. Although Buggy wasn’t keen on being laughed at, he did like the sound. Giving up on his quest, the clown used his other hand to tug the bandana off his head and straightened his hat afterwards. He held the square of fabric out towards you.

“Sorry, I can’t find something else. This should be enough until you get to the showers,” he explained.

This was like a dream. Better than a dream, really. You never would have thought Buggy would hand off one of his bandanas for post-sex clean up. Dirty, like a pirate, and you liked it. You accepted the gesture and gingerly cleaned yourself, clearing away just enough that you could get dressed.

Buggy waited by the door until you were ready. You walked over and before he could open the door, you stuck out your foot. Tonight had been full of surprises and cause for celebration. Even though you had already pushed your luck, maybe there was room for a little more. Trailing your fingers on Buggy’s coat, you leaned in and pressed a light kiss against the corner of his mouth.

“You know, I’ve thought about what the captain’s personal shower must be like…” you said coyly.

Buggy reached up to grab your chin before realizing it was the glitter hand. Rolling his eyes, Buggy matched your gaze instead.

“I never woulda thought you were such a greedy slut for your captain. Seems like there are a lot of thoughts in that head that I need to deal with.” He flashed you that dashing, mischievous smile that always turns you into putty.

Buggy pushed past you to exit and tilted his head, inviting you to follow. And you did, without wasting another thought.

[sugiui]

black eyes fall upon a familiar silhouette , hands folding behind an impossibly s t r a i g h t back . a clear of the throat was all the recognition the dokkaebi immediately gave , wondering if the other ' him ' would speak first . but dark had always been impatient . his voice was a low rumble , taking a couple of steps into the darkness that separated them .

" what do you w a n t from me ? why don't you run from me ? "

@splitsuit​ // [x] // bury a friend - billie eilish

[midoriyab0y]

˗ˏˋ 𝐛𝐬𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ˎˊ˗

↳ warning: slight sexual references

〰

OSAMU DAZAI !!

• horny

• he’s always horny

• but you still love him anyway

• always pesters you while you’re trying to do your work and won’t leave you alone no matter how many times you ask him to

• always has to be touching you in some way; whether that’s holding hands, hugging/cuddling, leaning against you, knees or thighs touching, etc

• uses you as a shield to protect himself against kunikida’s wrath because he knows kunikida would never hurt you

• flirts with you. all. the. time.

• he loves to see you flustered — it gets him excited

• he just wants to be held by you tbh

• even though he never says it, he’s deeply in love with you and worries about you all the time

┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

CHUUYA NAKAHARA !!

• vv gentle with you bc you’re so cute and fragile he must protecc

• never misses out on eating dinner with you, no matter what

• highly appreciates when you rub his shoulders and give him massages after a long day

• he is the little spoon and no i do not take criticism

• hold him and press little kisses to the back of his neck,, it helps him sleep peacefully

• when yall are in private, he loves to kiss you — everywhere — your lips, nose, cheeks, hands, neck, wrists, etc

• would go absolutely ballistic if anything were to happen to you

• loves to take baths with you

• take good care of him when he gets drunk pls

• he constantly showers you in affection, never letting you forget how important you are to him and how much he loves you

┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

JUN’ICHIRŌ TANIZAKI !!

• in public, he is very shy with you and gets flustered pretty easily but still likes to give you pda

• in private, however, he is very comfortable with giving you all kinds of affection… almost too comfortable

• gives you plenty of kisses and cuddles that always leave you feeling happy and loved

• is always holding your hand

• it makes him the happiest boy ever to see you and naomi get along so well,, you two are his favourite girls who he would literally kill for ♡

• as already mentioned, he would not hesitate to murder someone just to see you smile

• loves it when you play with his hair

• wear one of his jumpers and he’ll rail you then and there

• always kisses your cheeks because they’re soft and squishy and relishes in how you blush after he kisses them

• he is very soft for you,, pls give him lots of affection and love in return

┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

EDGAR ALLAN POE !!

• he loves you so much but sometimes has trouble expressing his love because he gets really shy and nervous

• the easiest way for him to express his love for you is through words and so he always writes little notes and poems for you — he makes sure to give you at least one note a day

• play with his hair and/or kis his neck and he will become a puddle

• makes you sit in his lap while he writes because “you’re soft and warm” and he also just loves having you close

• when he’s not writing anything or working, you like to sit in his lap and play with his fingers

• yeah you’re pretty much always in his lap

• he also likes having you sit in his lap because it puts him at ease knowing you’re safe there with him

• likes rubbing his nose against yours

• you like to massage his shoulders after he’s finished working and always he leans back into you while you do it

• pls make sure he’s taking care of himself and drinking plenty of water :(

┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

DOPPO KUNIKIDA !!

• sometimes acts more like your dad than your significant other

• “(y/n)! why isn’t your room clean? do it this instant!”

• he’s only trying to look after you bc he just loves you a lot ok

• he constantly worries about you, especially since you hang out with dazai so much,, he’s concerned that he’ll actually convince you to commit a double-suicide with him one day

• but you always reassure him that you’d never leave him because you love him too much

• *gets flustered*

• wakes you up way too early in the morning to ensure that you’ll both be on time to everything

• however, he lets you shower with him in the morning to soothe your grumpiness

• he likes running his fingers through your hair — like you’ll just be showing him the work you completed that day or having a conversation with him and his fingers will find their way into your hair

• when in private, he is less uptight with you and is way more relaxed and,, he just adores you ok?

┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

EDOGAWA RANPO !!

• praise him pls

• he loves praise from anyone and everyone, but when the words of admiration are coming from your mouth, it boosts his ego in an entirely different way

• shares his candy with you

• likes to sit in your lap — at work or at home

• when at work, he does not hold back when it comes to pda; he will more than happily make out with you in the corner of the room

• however, when he’s anywhere else, he tends to be a little tamer, but certainly not shying away from holding your hand or hugging you

• he wants everyone to know that you are his and no one else’s

• he absolutely loves making you flustered,, he never gets bored seeing you blush and sputter utter nonsense at him

• orders fukuzawa to protect you at all costs since ranpo himself doesn’t really have any fighting ability — even so, he still does whatever he can to keep you safe

• he’s so in love with you and you are the most important thing in the world to him and he makes sure you’re very aware of this, even if he doesn’t say it that often

[sugiui]

gentle didn't quite suit dark . he was a demon , a creature built of sin with his only task being to aid those in need . not to be treated with kindness . not built with the ability to l o v e or hold LUST , but gained both from human contact . but , for whatever reason , he loved when gentle actions were given to him by wil . his chest felt warm and crackled a bit louder like that of a dying out fire .

a grey hand held the back of the taller man's head , keeping him close as the other snaked to hold his bicep . this felt a bit intimate to the demon and he felt he should almost be a s h a m e d by that . dark only pulled away to breathe , looking up to wilford and clearing his throat with a soft smile .

" you kissed me back . . . why's that ? "

when had wilford become ten times more adorable ? perhaps it was because he was looking at him for far longer than he usually had to . a free hand came , cupping the moustached man’s face . his thumb gently b r u s h i n g along the skin , as if he was ADMIRING him .

dark leaned back into that hand holding his head , relaxing immediately into it . then he was being kissed … kissed for much longer than he’d expected and couldn’t help the smile that spread over his features .

he didn’t bother with pulling away . he actually pressed a bit harder , tilting his head with a sigh .

–

Dark had always been attractive. Even when he was lost to bouts of rage or depression, or even when he disappeared for periods of time. In one way, being able to express the feelings he had was nice, even at the risk of getting in a lot of trouble. Every action was gentle, like the wrong move could break the spell both were under. And yet, Dark stayed close, encouraging everything Wilford did. It was wonderful, and he wouldn’t let the moment end early if he had a say in it.

So he returned the gesture, trying to show the feelings hidden inside for the other as his free hand was gingerly placed on the small of Dark’s back.

[sugiui]

how about yall damn sinners go to church and diners for breakfast instead of all this filth

he narrows his gaze . “ considering i can not even step foot into a church in my native land without my skin s i z z l i n g , i do not imagine it would be much better in an american one . although , i do see why you would suggest m e to do such . ”

[sugiui]

one hand laid upon sin's suit jacket , urging him closer with a gentle tug so that he could breath the other's air . the s p i n d l y fingers on his free hand went to take a hold of the grey chin before him . his eyes gleamed with mischief and a smirk toyed on his chapped lips . they only felt more chapped as he began to speak , blood r u s h i n g through his veins .

" i don't like anyone better than you . . . it's true , i'd crawl a MILE in a desolate place with the snakes just . . . for you . " it felt like with each passing word he just got CLOSER , raising the thumb holding sin's chin to run along his bottom lip just to watch the skin bounce back into place .

@kinshiplier // [x] // high enough - k.flay

[sugiui]

there's a moment in which dark feels his non-existent heart thump hard in his chest at the way jack looked at him . it was m o s t l y in f ear of what the other would do to him for being absent for so long , not making contact . he could have at least told him when he was leaving , but god was he not even good at THAT .

to be instead met with soft , bewildered eyes ( like that of a lost doe ) , than anger and rage , made his chest feel tight and his throat burn . lavender . r e s t l e s s n e s s . at the confused question , the creature can't help but have his smile falter just a bit . dark brings his hand back to his side , avoiding eye contact for a moment to save himself some of the GUILT.

" well , i couldn't leave forever , could i ? i did make you a promise i wouldn't do that to you , and . . .i am a man of my word . " black eyes raise to burn into blue . " plus , i couldn't go to far . " he jokes , hand raising to brush over a distinct bite mark embedded into his grey skin . if dark was one thing , it was sentimental . " you have me practically attached to your hip whether you like it or not . "

@waxingseptic // [x]

[sugiui]

the demon's narrowed his eyes right back at wilford , fighting off a smile that wanted to work its way onto his face . the VOIDS close when wil was in his personal space , not in annoyance or as to pretend he wasn't there , just habit . wil always smelled s w e e t to him , sickeningly so . like candy floss dunked into a cup of soda . paired well with dark's consistent scent of ash and burning wood . the eyes opened when he realized wilford was keeping his distance , having to almost cross to look up at him .

" when do you NOT miss me , wil ? is there something you personally need of me ? " his lips quirk into a faint smile .

Wil gives the other a little smile, eyes narrowing a bit, and he looks generally pleased with himself. More so when he leans into Dark, hues trailing along his features, getting close enough so his mustache grazed over his lips. The sweet scent of candy and sweat linger between them as Wil teased him. 

                         “Always… I missed you while I was gone.”

@sugiui // continued

[sugiui]

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

dark wasn’t supposed to answer that question . answering that question meant his upmost DEMISE . the only and easiest way to get rid of him , to send him back to his h o m e l a n d . hands come to straighten his suit , calculated eyes following marzia . why did it interest her in the first place ?

“ nothing scares ME . i scare OTHERS . ” edgy , but kept his fears secret and his answer brief .

@marziatm

[sugiui]

anything i could do to help?

how long could he play this role before everything came crumblingdown ? his hands shook gently from the energy he had been expelling in making his appearance that of mark as to not f r i g h t e n the woman before him . he knew she had some sort of relation to the youtuber , and it would be in his best interest to keep himself on the down low so that CRETIN didn’t find him . dark gives the human a soft laughter , mimicking mark’s to a t , and shakes his head .

“ nah , i’m alright ! i think my blood sugar is just low is all ! ” how long can you keep on the mask , dark ?

@marziatm // [x]

[sugiui]

‘ do you need a hug? ’

dark furrowed his brow hard at this mark , trying to fight back any instinct that told him to be a COMPLETE ASSHOLE without reason . he clears his throat , giving a small s h a k e of his head . “ n-no , mark . i am … quite fine with not receiving any hugs today . thank you for the offer though . ”

@krampink​ // [x]

[sugiui]

i am somewhere else.

dark looked to at the other as if he was a mirror . dull , eyes void of light . not that he wasn’t i n t r i g u e d by this dark’s presence , he just always felt tired and defeated when met face to face with one . they reminded him too much of how broken and lost he was in the past . those words only emphasize these feelings , brow giving a slight tilt in concern .

“ as we all are , my friend . d r i f t i n g , mind and body in two different places , exploring our own adventures . life is a bizarre creature . ”

@splitsuit // [x]

[sugiui]

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

he hums , tapping his against his forearm for a couple of moments before nodding . “ painting . people , especially . i rarely get anyone who is willing to sit patiently besides some of my fellow dokkaebi , but … seeing as we all look alike , it is rather b o r i n g to paint them . i like people of different backgrounds , different faces , names . it’s interesting to see if i can perfect their likeness . ”

@barbiemov // [x]

[sugiui]

take your pity and crush it between your teeth. // anti :3c

it wasn’t in dark’s nature to get PISSED off to the point of yelling when confronted with a rather inconsolable creature. but anti proved to be an expert at pressing all of the dokkaebi’s buttons and angering him to immeasurable levels . yet , he couldn’t help but care for such an a g g r a v a t i n g creature . broken things interested him , he felt he needed to FIX them . so , when met with a less than accepting attitude towards dark’s words , the monster’s face twisted from calm into angered annoyance . his brows raised wickedly , lines w a r p i n g uncomfortably around his body ,  the echo in his voice multiplying two-fold .

“ why can’t you get it through your impossibly thick skull that not every one in this goddamned world is out to EAT you ? why can you not get it that there are creatures and humans alike that genuinely want to AID you , to help you ? why must you be so S  E L F I S H in the way you deal with your burdens ? w h o on this earth taught you how to deal with your own trauma in such a DEPLORABLE manner ? ! ”

@waxingseptic // [x]

[sugiui]

it was just a nightmare.

dark didn’t generally fall asleep in the company of others . but he hadn’t really “ fallen asleep ” , truthfully . more so passed out while waiting for poppy to sleep first . he’d forgotten he was no more than a few feet from her , so when hands touched his tense , fear filled body , his instinct was to g r a s p at the wrists and go on the offensive . it was a good thing he’d o p e n e d his eyes , otherwise poppy would have been on the floor . instead , black eyes went wide in realization and he quietly let go of her wrists , stumbling to get out an apology . dark grabbed her wrists again , but this time with an almost feather touch . he murmured a ’ sorry ’ before completely retracting his shaky hands so they could run through his loose hair . at her words , he shook his head , flinching as the images ran through his mind .

“ no , ” he spoke , eyes cast to the floor , “ it was a memory … ”

@barbiemov // [x]