#🦇 anon

[sh1-n0bu]

not a req im just a lovely Sunday fucker ♡

biting his wings while he takes u from behind :(( he's so wet and his eyes are rolled all the way back as he whines about how you're too rough.... apologizing (knowing damn well you've gone rougher but.) and tilting his head to the aide so you can shove ur tounge down his throat while continuing to fuck him just as hard as before but now he can't even think about it, too focused on kissing u back :((

eating him out on a stressful day... kissing his pretty pink pussy and occasionally biting his puffy clit until he cums way too hard >x<

need to watch him fuck my seed back into him with his own fingers bc he's too fucked dumb to realize he cannot get pregnant thru his ass >_< !!!!

grrr i hate him i need this man loved unconditionally

>> 🦇 anon

sunday fucker anon, i see u, i hear u, you are heard and loved<3333333

bend him over his desk in his grand office. promise him “just a quickie” or “just a quick fingering before the meeting” and bend him over with your fingers deep inside his cunt. push him down with a hand to the back of his neck and if he doesn’t comply or keep making fussy excuses, tug on his wings and he’ll be a whimpering mess

wanna see if he’s a freak? he is but won’t admit it just push him against the large glasses of his office and fuck him. tits pushed against the cold window, one leg pushed up with your hand hooked under his knee with his pretty pink pussy for the whole world to see. sunday will turn into a crybaby in record’s time, whining about people seeing you two, how his pussy was only for you to see and how you’re being so mean to him — too fucked dumb that he forgot the windows to his office window is one way window and people can’t see inside

he can get a bit fussy afterwards if you end up messing with his wings. either the ones on his head or the ones on his lower back so be sure to gently brush out the feathers as a part of your aftercare. or else, he’ll be scolding your ears off and pushing your kisses away

be sure to worship his cunt, sunday loves seeing you on your knees for him, pressing kisses to his inner thighs and clit. something about seeing you on your knees for him just gets him going and if you wanna feel the full force of his demanding, controlling nature then he’ll put a collar and leash around your neck, keeping you suffocated between his legs until his legs turn jelly, the leash in his hand slipping out as he cries. give a spank or two when eating him out, pinch his clit if you wanna, he’ll be squirting with a filthy mewl

loves a position where he can see your face. most especially, loves to ride your strap/dick. something about holding hands while he messily bounces on your cock making him feel weak too quickly. loves it when you guide him, force him to keep riding you with your hands on his hips. secretly wishes you would just get fed up with his incessant whining of how tired he was and just put him in a mating press. manhandle him into any position you want, he’ll just take it like the good boy he is, nails mauling at your skin. and if you fuck him stupid enough, you might hear a chirp or two fall from his lips, blending in with the filthy wet noises of his cunt around your strap/dick and his weak mewls

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ngl i see jason as a cat dad. like mf has this big FAT ginger and white cat and his name is gus

LMAO I LOVE THIS. Cats FLOCK to him. He has this reputation as the the Red Hood, the man who clawed his way out of his own grave. Went mad for revenge. Killed countless people.

But you’re watching him hold the cat he named Gus. And he’s showing Gus the tops of the tables and counters, telling him, “This is what you would be able to jump on and see if you weren’t such a fat fuck. Your twenty-five pound ass is making my arms sore.” The cat meows at him. “No, you can’t have a treat. That’s what this entire conversation has been about.”

The next minute, he’s cradling Gus like a human baby. “You’re so glorious, Gus. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. I love you. My sweet son.”

On more than one occasion Gus has smacked Jason, hissed, and then ran away to nap in your lap. You can hear Jason from the other room. “FUCKING TRAITOR. YEAH, GO RUN TO YOUR MOTHER. LET’S SEE IF SHE MIXES THE HARD FOOD AND SOFT FOOD THE WAY YOU LIKE IT.” Jason still ends up feeding Gus his special food even when Gus smacks him while he does it. “I AM FEEDING YOU. WHY DO YOU HATE ME?”

[eddiesxangel]

hi im back :p (i sent the muncher eddie anon pls ignore this if u dont wanna do this<3)

muncher munson eating it from the back and like having a tight fucking grip on her thighs omg?? 😵‍💫

WHO SAID THAT WHAT

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD YES OK OK OK

Your head is pressed so far into the matress your cringing your neck and it hurts but you pay no mind because Eddie has you propped up on your knees, all spread out and he is DEVOURING you. His nose pressed into your ass as he tongue fucks you.

Your moans are muffled by the plush pillows your face is stuffed into. A wet patch is forming on it from your drool. Your eyes a rolled back and your in absolute heaven.

Eddie’s hot wet tongue runs up your soaked slit. You feel him main into you also blissed out by your taste and the vibrations send you into a tail spin. He breaths you on as his face is drawn to your pussy like a magnet.

“Mmmmm that’s my good girl. Give it all to me baby” he encourages as your mains rip from your throat.

Nothing pleases him more than to hear you blissed out because of him.

You’re so close, you feel it building up more and more until you break. Eddie feels you quivering beneath him. Your legs almost give out as your body shakes with ecstasy.

You feel a slap on your ass

“Such a good job for me”

[lowkeyrobin]

ouhh loved how silly the last hcs were .. anyway so think of reader having octopus for lunch and keeps nagging umbrella!ben about it nonstop lmfao [just pretend that they can see him :sob:]

"hey, ben. ben. ben. im eating you. look. im eating your long lost cousin's arms. ben, look-"

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I'm glad you loved it!! thank you! ; but this AMAZING lmaooo and dw I got a workaround on how reader will see him cause 😭 it'd bother me if not lol ; but thank you for requesting 🦇! hope you enjoy!

UMBRELLA! BEN ; octopi lunch

summary ; you like nagging Ben when you eat octopus cause you think it's funny

warnings ; language

word count ; 211

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as the non-related ghost seer, it was your duty to piss off Ben 24/7

2019 was very progressive considering the past decades, meaning a sushi restaurant was located just near the hargreeves mansion

you accompanied Klaus cause why not

he couldn't deal with Ben by himself for more than an hour

he needed your humbling skills

ben had made a snarky comment about your hair and your eyebags earlier

so at that sushi restaurant, you ordered some fried octopus to go with your sushi rolls and soup

ben rolled his eyes, immediately knowing where you were going with this as he sat beside you, wishing he could eat from beyond the dead

Klaus ordered damn near 400 dollars worth of food

dine and dash it is

as you're served your octopus and you take a bite, you turn to Ben, a fake shocked expression resting on your face

"Oh my God, Ben, I'm eating your long lost twin!"

"You're not funny"

you giggle. "it kinda looks like you" you poke at the shriveled tentacles with your chopsticks. "I'm sorry Ben. at least you'll have him in the spirit world with you"

"please get a new joke. you literally did this last week"

"ease up ben," Klaus sighs. "let us eat in peace"

[never2tired4u]

Hey!! I hope you're doing well! I just read your post about the dateables reacting to MC back in human form, and I really loved it! Your writing was great and I loved how their personalities were on point!! I saw your asks were open and wanted to ask if you'd like to write a bit of a domestic fluff with the dateables reacting to MC cooking/teaching them how to cook human food! (especially Solomon bc he's the worst at it lol) Thank you and please write more in the future, you're amazing 💗

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Note: Thank you so much 🦇 anon! Also I love this idea, unfortunately i actually didn't know what to do with it :( but tried my best and sorry for not replying soon. Been busy with life in general… Came back to NB yesterday only to get a message from Luke saying he was being chased by Devildom tomatoes lol

You are amazing too and I will try to write more in the future <3

OBEY ME! Dateables x Reader

Characters: 《°•[ Solomon , Simeon , Diavolo , Barbatos...]•°》

Summary: 《°•[ Cooking with them!]•°》

Warnings: 《°•[ Fluff, Solomon wanting to cook.]•°》

With Solomon, cooking isn’t easy. He is a free spirit, curious, and itching to try different combinations with a smile on his face, be it potions or spells, or cooking. Thankfully, he is powerful enough to fix those failed experiments and let it be a learning experience for him, except when he is tasked (himself) to cook. He tries, fails, and just accepts it as perfection, never learning his lesson, never improving. You don’t have the heart to tell him to not join you in the kitchen since he seems to genuinely love cooking for people, however, sometimes he really tests your patience.

Like right now, as he tries, once again, to add some sort of weird ingredient to the pot. Something that DEFINITELY doesn't belong in a human dish…Or any realm's dish for that matter.

“Oh, you caught me.”

“Put that down.” you warned him with a stern voice, Solomon just smiled while slowly lowering the thing, “Not in the pot!” you yelled, barely managing to stop him before he added his ‘touch’ to the meal, “Solomon, what did we talk about?”

Solomon frowned, “I know, it just…” sighing as he glanced at the book, reading the instructions again, “The recipe seems so boring.”

“It’s a soup recipe.”

He dramatically sighed again and stepped back, putting the “ingredient” he was going to add back into his pocket, making you wonder what it even was. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by him wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his cheek on your shoulder, “Sorry, I promise I won't try to add any DemonFlower Eyeball into it.”

“Just don't add anything!”

“Okay okay,” he laughs, “Only human stuff, got it.”

A smile formed on your lips after hearing his voice next to your ear, a gentle and calm tone. Ready to do anything you requested from him. For now.

After all, even though Solomon is a free spirit, his love for you makes him come back down to earth. If it is you who tells him to follow the recipe, then he will. And surprisingly enough, he isn’t a bad cook once he stops his ways of…adding things.

He fetches you some ingredients then stands next to you, waiting for your instructions (since you sadly don't trust him much to do anything on his own). You finished rather quickly and ready the bowls. Both of you sit on the table and Solomon takes his first sip, “And here I thought I was the teacher in our relationship. It seems I have a lot to learn from you too.” he says as a genuine smile graces his lips.

“Hm? Why do you say that?”

“This tastes delicious.”

“It's a simple dish.” you say, a little confused by his low tone, and the far away look in his eyes.

“It's been forever since I've eaten any human world food,” his smile never leaves his face, “It may be a simple dish but that is what makes it so special. Thank you for the food.”

Simeon is someone who enjoys cooking, not as much as Luke perhaps, but he is still okay at it. For him, trying new recipes every now and then, helping Luke around is something of a routine at this point. Cooking in general has always been a job he needed to do, until his view changed quickly when you decided to enter the kitchen with him. The angel then quickly realized that cooking can also be fun and engaging too.

If you are around that is.

Tonight, you had a craving for some human world food. Luke asked to try some too so you decided to get to work and Simeon offered to help.

“So, where do we start?-” he is suddenly stopped by your arms wrapping around him and completely stops moving for a moment, however he gently hugs you back.

“Simeon?” you ask in confusion, “What are you doing?”

Simeon slightly pulls back, only to realize you were just tying the apron around him, “Oh.” he smiles gently, while mentally hitting himself on the head and pulls back, “I thought you wanted a hug.”

“Maybe later, now let's get to work!”

Simeon is out of his usual attire and wearing something more comfortable instead, with an apron tied to his waist thanks to you.

He listens to what you want to make and what he can do. (Un)fortunately he usually finishes his work pretty fast and then tries to take over yours to help which you refuse. Giving him another, much more simple task and while he does that Simeon often starts to ramble.

“...Would it be rude of me to say that I like how human ingredients are so normal?”

“Compared to what?”

“Anything from Devildom really...” Simeon can't help but look guilty, it feels like he is insulting the whole Devildom himself, a place most of his friends consider a home, but he can't help it, “At least these don't try to attack us.”

“Oh, that's true,” you almost let out a chuckle at how nervous Simeon seems as he chops tomatoes, probably imagining them starting a fight, “What about Celestia?”

“Celestia? Well, hm…” his hands pause for a moment as he gets lost in thought, “They are…Okay? Though, some of them are…Too much.”

You aren't really sure what Simeon means by ‘Too much.’ but decide not to ask about it as he seems annoyed. A memory of an energetic cucumber crossed his mind, perhaps?

“I'm glad you like our normal and boring tomatoes then.”

Simeon laughs nervously, “Yeah, I like it, especially since they don't grow legs and run around.” he turns to you with a smile, “So, we can just focus on making the food and enjoy talking like this.”

Even after the food was finished and the three of you sat down to enjoy the food Simeon can't help but ask you to teach him more human world recipes, “Luke enjoyed it.” he says. Hoping you don't notice how he just wants to spend time with you.

“You want me to make a human world dish?”

“No.” you shake your head, “We are going to make it together, Barbatos.”

Barbatos smiles, when people come to him they always have requests. For example, Beelzebub. The young devil always says he wants to eat his cooking, or use the big kitchen at the palace for a new dish. No one ever came to him and asked to cook together since it was usually his job alone to do, he is a butler after all.

“Alright. However, I don't know the dish you want to make, so…” he can't help but chuckle a little as he bows his head, “Please treat me kindly.”

His words are a complete lie though, Barbatos may not know how the recipe goes but he can tell what needs to be added. He is a great cook, and so graceful while he does the work. He is pretty quick too so the food is almost done already.

“Hmm…” after taking a small sip from the pot you can't help but think that something is missing, it tastes good but it could be better you think, so you turn to your helper, as he likes to call himself, “Barbatos, what do you think of this?”

He casually takes the spoon you hold for him and hums, “It's great, but how about adding some bay leaf?”

“...Bay leaf? We have that?”

“I do, I sometimes use it.” he walks up to a random cabinet and pulls out a jar, “It goes well in foods that need to be cooked for a long period of time. You just need to take it out after it's done.”

“Huh. So, you use human world ingredients in your cooking?”

“Only when you are around,” you watch as Barbatos adds two leaves into the pot, “It's amusing to see your reaction when you eat what I cook for you.”

“That's why they taste so familiar!?”

Barbatos innocently smiles at you, “Don't forget to stir, dear. Or would you like me to take over?”

“Barbatos, don't tell me you actually have been making me human food that looks like Devildom food.”

“I thought the familiar taste would make you happy.”

“...That's kind. Thank you.” you smile, but then squint your eyes at him, “You sure there's nothing else…?”

Barbatos doesn't say anything as he starts cleaning around the kitchen, picking up the things you've used and no longer need.

Of course there's another reason why he secretly cooks human dishes for you. It's so you can visit him, compliment him and ask for him. It's a selfish reason. However, for someone like him it's not surprising. He is a demon, and when it comes to your time and attention, he selfishly wants it all.

You are asking the prince, the future ruler of Devildom to cook with you, a human dish? And he agrees with a laugh? If anyone heard this, they would be thinking the Devildom is coming to an end. His butler however, can't help but think Diavolo agreed without hesitation only because it's you and only because it's a way to escape from his duties. Considering the prince has never touched an utensil in his life, it is weird to see that he seems so confident.

His confidence, however, quickly shaders as he accidentally pushes on the tomato too much while trying to chop it and makes a mess. Covering your aprons and walls with tomato seeds and juices.

He turns to you and smiles, “Have I ever told you that you look good in red?”

You scoff but can't help as a smile grows on your face, “Yes, usually when I'm in a red outfit, not when in a red mess.”

“Small details.” he laughs, but a sigh leaves him as he looks down at the chopping board, “I didn't think they would be so soft and delicate.”

“Don't blame the tomatoes.” when he turns his sad eyes towards you, you wave your hands around quickly, a feeling of guilt settling in, “Don't blame yourself either, accidents happen in kitchens! We can still use it.”

“That's great! Then I'll continue with the cutting,” he says, smiling again, “I'll be more careful from now onl.”

Diavolo may not have a lot of experience in the kitchen, no matter which realm the food is from, but he still finds his own failures fun. Laughing when he accidentally drops the salt shaker in the pan or when he almost burns himself. As a prince he never had mishaps in the kitchen before.

It's new, it's entertaining.

“Thank you for helping me.” you can't help but look at the bandages around his fingers, “Even though it was kind of a disaster.”

Diavolo laughs as he searches for the plates,”No no, thank you! This was a lot of fun. And we get to taste the fruit of our labor too!” he finally finds the right cabinet, “And I'm always happy to learn about the things you enjoy, like this dish.”

He might still have a lot of papers to read and sign but every once in a while he goes into the kitchen to cook the recipe he learned from you. He is extra careful while making it if he is making it for you but is more care free if it's only for himself. He also eats it when he misses you when you are unable to visit him, the same human world dish brings comfort to him as he imagines it bringing comfort to you.

Ⓒ2024

[starkeyisthelastname]

Thinking about calling rafe by another name as a prank

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You should have known better really. As soon as you even said the name of your ex out loud, Rafe’s eyes turned black. Especially since you followed it after the word “baby.” Dinner was cut short, telling his friends to fuck off as he dragged you upstairs into the master bedroom by the hair.

“Think I’m stupid?” His voice dripping venom as he nearly ripped your silky locks out. “I knew you were still thinking about that idiot.” He spat, the tug on your scalp making you cry out.

The tears formed in your pretty eyes from fear and embarrassment had just how bad you had fucked up. “I- it.. was a prank. I’m sorry.” Your voice barely audible. You couldn’t get much more out when you were being shoved down to your knees, watching as one hand undid the belt he wore.

“Prank or not. Gonna embarrass me in front of friends, like that?” Rafe’s eyes looking down at you with disgust. How dare you humiliate him? He was going to embarrass you now, whether it was behind closed doors or not. It would be front of him and that’s what mattered.

What was embarrassing is that you couldn’t take his cock all the way your throat as he shoved between your glossy lips. You gagged around the his length, not ready for the intrusion as he gripped your head. Your eyes were big, giving him a pleading look only to be laughed at.

“Hey, here’s an idea. Open wider slut.” He spat at you, forcing himself in even more to make you take it. You reached out to steady yourself, placing your hands on his hips, whining as his cock was abruptly removed from your mouth. “Keep your fucking hands off me, yeah? You don’t deserve that.”

You immediately did as you were told, placing your hands behind your back as shoved his dick down your throat again, letting you gag on it a second time without a care in the world.

“You ever so much as even joke around about calling me another name, I will completely snap. Did you forget who I am?” Rafe asked, holding your head down and watching the mascara start to run down your gorgeous face.

[gabessquishytum]

It’s been like. Five whole minutes since I’ve turned fun sex things into hurt/comfort. So. :)

human au, when Dream and Hob get together Hob thinks Dream has a run-of-the-mill oral fixation. He always seems to want to suck Hob’s cock, warm his cock In his mouth for ages, when they have sex he insists he wears some kind of gag.

The truth is though… it’s not that Dream doesn’t like those things, but that’s not why he does it. He’s just very insecure about any noise that could come out of his mouth.

People always tell him how awkward he is and that he can barely hold a normal conversation (he has no idea how he landed people-person, charismatic Hob) so he’s certain he’d fail at dirty talk. And his laugh is so ugly, surely any moans or noises he makes during sex would be equally awful. And of course, his worst nightmare is getting caught up in the moment and letting an “I love you” slip FAR too early in the relationship than is acceptable. There is simply no way anything good could come from his mouth (ever, but especially during sex) so he deals with it by keeping his mouth occupied.

I can’t decide how Hob figures it out- if he puts all the pieces together during sex or foreplay, or if it somehow comes out during a more domestic moment. Either way, he insists on ravishing Dream with his mouth free and uncovered so he can hear every lovely sound he makes (and prove that he loves his silly boyfriend no matter what).

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We love the hurt/comfort smut here!!!! Hell yeah!!!!

I have a certain idea about how Hob finds out about Dream’s whole complicated relationship with his own vocality. It all comes out when Dream, quite suddenly loses his voice altogether. He gets a little bout of laryngitis during flu season, and while he's not super sick, he also can't speak. He's reduced to texting and writing little notes while Hob fusses over him and makes him plenty of nice cups of tea.

During his illness, Dream is visited by his sibling Desire. Hob has never met them before, but honestly he's more focused on Dream than anything else. He has a vague notion that the two siblings don't exactly get on, however, and this becomes apparent when Desire makes a series of quips about what a relief it is to have Dream silenced. If only he would be quiet all the time! He's so much more bearable when he's not making any noise.

Hob clocks Dream’s face during this series of bad jokes and all he sees is... resignation. He realises that Dream believes Desire's cruel words. Everything starts to make sense.

After the laryngitis passes and bedroom activities are back on the menu, Hob cautiously broaches the fact that he really doesn't want Dream to be gagged this time. He doesn't want him to muffle his face in the pillow, either. He'd quite like to have some very boring and tender missionary sex, and he'd like to hear Dream’s voice and his noises the whole time.

Unfortunately for Dream he's in love, and he can't deny Hob anything, let alone something so sweet and pure. He's sure that Hob will be disgusted by his noises, but he agrees anyway. Maybe Hob will forgive him for being so loud, if he behaves himself well in other ways...

In reality Hob is the one making the most noise because he absolutely sobs his way through the sex. Hearing his sweet Dream's pleasure for the first time is so overwhelming and almost spiritual, he can't help but cry. There's a long way to go, but Hob is determined: he's going to make sure that Dream is never silenced again. Hob wants to hear everything that comes from his beloved's mouth - especially if its an "I love you!"

[pintrestgrl]

hihihi i saw u we're asking for requests so i was wondering if u could do maybe a theo nott x reader but it's his gf and she's stressed about exams? i'm definitely not projecting rn idk what u mean

also could i be 🦇 anon if it hasn't been claimed? 💕💕 i've been stalking ur blog atm and i love ur writing :)

hiiiii 🦇 anon !! u seem sweet ily ! but yes i can do that !!

and thank you for love on my writing, it means the absolute world to me 🥹 ily

also if you want a different plot with this idea, but containing smut pls lmk !! i’d love to write it for u !!

please enjoy !!

bf!theodore nott with stressed!reader.

this was probably the most amount of stress you’d been under in a very, very long time.

o.w.l.s were coming up, and it was safe to say that you were nervous.

you had been going bed to late after studying, and waking up early to study some more.

you didn’t mean too, but it was more then likely that you had been avoiding your boyfriend theo, as well.

you had been yet again studying, books thrown all over your desk, when you heard a knock at your door.

you were confused, not remembering any reason why someone would be at your dorm right now.

you opened the door, seeing an expectant theodore at the door.

the second you saw him, it all came flooding back to you.

you had made plans with theodore a while ago for this day, but clearly it had slipped your mind.

the minute you saw his excited eyes, you felt your own flood with tears.

you walked into his arms, collapsing into his chest and likely wetting the fabric with your eyes.

he rubbed your back, his brows furrowing with confusion by the sight of you crying suddenly.

he spoke.

“hey, hey— what’s wrong, baby?”

you sniffled, pulling away and meeting his cold eyes with your own teary ones.

you spoke.

“i’m sorry. i forgot— about our plans, i mean. i was studying, and, and—”

he held your face, kissing the bridge of your nose sweetly. he’d noticed your extra studying, and how you hadn’t really been responding to his texts much.

he thought it was better not to say anything for now, though.

he spoke.

“i know. it’s fine, okay? don’t cry, bella.”

you nodded, feeling his large hands wipe away the salty tears that slipped out of your eyes.

he led you inside, his hand pressed against the small of your back as he clicked the door shut behind him.

he subtly turned off the lamp at your desk, allowing your mind to be freed from any thoughts of the upcoming exams.

he laid down with you, allowing you to rant about all your worries for the exams to him.

he listened, planting sweet kisses on your face every time you got a bit too worked up.

soon, you grew tired in his arms. shifting your position, laying on top of him as he mumbled in your ear.

“gotta quit studying so much. i miss you, bellissima.”

you nodded, humming sleepily in acknowledgment at his words.

he played with your hair for a few minutes, before hearing you whisper in his ear.

“i love you, theo.”

you said, planting a soft kiss right on top of his jaw.

he smiled softly, hand stroking your back softly.

he spoke.

“i love you too, mia secchiona.”

[leighsartworks216]

Screaming crying crawling up the walls for your top tier Astarion content

Idk if you’ve seen this, it’s floating around the internet (I think it’s a tweet?) it says something like “I want someone to grab my face and say ON PURPOSE, I WILL CARE FOR YOU ON PURPOSE” and I’d love to see our love-deprived bi-centurion react to something like this.

Like maybe he’s caught feelings for tav and is starting to feel bad for manipulating them and starts self-sabotaging by saying/thinking stuff like ‘you only THINK you love me but it’s not real, I’m sorry I made you feel this way’ and tav getting v v serious and replying “I never loved you by accident”.

Him being confronted by the fact that things never would’ve gotten this far if they didn’t let it, if they didn’t choose him, that they’re still choosing him and that it has nothing to do with the act he put up or the situation he constructed, if they wanted nothing to do w him they could’ve and would’ve dipped.

Idk I’m just spitting ideas, have fun babe ✌🏻

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I wrote this at 2am but I did proofread it (it's almost 4 now 💀)

Also the original tweet is by Jenny Slate (@/jennyslate) and says, "I just want someone to grab my little face and scream 'ON PURPOSE, ON PURPOSE I AM GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU'"

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: self-doubt, references to manipulation, self-deprecation, references to dissociation, dissociation mention, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1,392

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It began one night, almost a week ago. Astarion had gotten into the routine of joining you in your bedroll after feeding, cuddling close and relaxing to the steady sound of your heartbeat. That night, a week ago, he didn’t. He delicately bit into your skin and pulled away before you were even slightly dizzy, murmured something about how you’d need your strength for a fight tomorrow, and slipped off to hunt for animals. Truly, you didn’t think anything of it, then. And maybe you got so lost, so caught up in your daily stress, that was why you didn’t register it for so long. Comments under his breath about manipulation immediately covered up with Gale requesting a magical artifact or Shadowheart and Lae’zel fighting.

So, a week went by. And the realization finally hit. Guilt ate away at your stomach, but wallowing wasn’t going to help. When night started to creep in, your companions slipping into their tents, you slipped into Astarion’s. Sitting in a pile of pillows, he looked up at you with a smirk and a ‘Hello, darling’, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They were dark. Distant.

“I’m sorry I haven’t given you the attention you need,” you start. A baffled look flickers across his face, but it is not given the time to settle.

There is a twitch at the corner of his mouth, like it’s a strain for him to keep smirking. “It’s perfectly alright, darling. You’ve been busy running around camp, helping people - I understand.”

With any other person, this would have seemed a perfectly reasonable response. An apology accepted, a mutual understanding - the relationship goes on. Except, this was Astarion.

You sit down nearby, close enough to reach out and touch. Any closer and you worried you’d overcrowd him. You always tried to let him come to you first, though he usually struggled to initiate anything.

“You’ve been distant, too,” you point out. He begins to form the words to apologize, but you shake your head to stop him before they can build a sentence. “I’m not upset, I don’t need an apology. I just wanted to know why.”

To be honest, he didn’t expect you to notice. He assumed, quite stupidly, all things considered, that you would be too preoccupied to notice him slowly slipping away. Late night cuddles dashed for hunting, hand holding forgotten as he trails along at the back of the group, kisses never lingering and the ones that did lacking any emotion behind them.

“Is something wrong?” you prompt gently. “If it’s too much, we can work out what would be better for you.”

Guilt stabs at his own non-beating heart like a wooden stake. He’s drifting and you still throw him a rope, still ask for him to grab on and pull himself away from his past, from dissociating with the slightest hint of affection.

He smiles wryly. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” he teases, but it comes out a little too strained to be a joke. His fingers fiddle with the corner of the page of his book. He finds watching the paper fold and bend is much more interesting than looking into your eyes.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, my dear,” he says, but the endearment feels like fire on his tongue, “but it’s not real. This isn’t real.” Your brow furrows as you stare at him. He can’t bear to see the realization cross your face. “Two hundred years of manipulating - of course I would trick you, too. It’s instinct, darling, I don’t blame you.” Red eyes finally meet yours. You look confused, of course, but there’s an air of determination, like you’re ready to fight whatever plagues him. “But this… love… it’s not real. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry I made you feel this way.”

He expects anger. He expects tears, even. Crying and shouting and ‘How could you?!’s and ‘I can’t believe you’ve manipulated me all this time!’ But it never comes. You frown, sure, but it’s leagues away from being angry.

“You think… you manipulated me into feeling this way?”

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. Admitting it feels bitter. He blames it on his growing fondness for you, but he knows it cannot possibly be returned in any genuine way. Not with his underhanded tactics surfacing at every passing glance, soft brush, and gentle smile. “Come now, darling,” he smirks again, building a wall to separate himself from the shitshow that must be just ‘round the corner, “who could really love me?”

That only succeeds in making you frown further. “Astarion, I’m not with you because you’ve tricked me.” The baffled look from earlier surfaces again, but it lingers, mixed with doubt. “I understand that you started this to manipulate me into protecting you, but I’m not here because you successfully influenced my emotions - To be perfectly honest, I could tell from the start.”

He laughs dryly, suddenly, like it startles him. “And here I was thinking I’d learned some subtlety.”

You don’t laugh with him. You don’t even smile. “I chose you, Astarion. I still choose to be with you. Because I want to.”

Any lingering mask of confidence fell from his face. The creases around his mouth became more prominent as he frowned. His eyes darted around, glancing around your face for any tells of deception, any hint that you’re making this up to make him feel better. “How can you be sure? How do you know you’re choosing me and not just buying into another act?”

“Astarion.” You get on your knees and hold his face in your hands. He stares up at you with big, round eyes. “If I wanted to, I could break up with you. I am not staying because I feel stuck, or because I feel obligated to. I love you. On purpose. On purpose, I am staying with you. On purpose, I choose you.”

He opens his mouth, but no words form. His mind is reeling, chasing to catch up and process everything, all the while jumping and flipping, trying to find excuses or reasons why you shouldn’t care for him. He swallows the lump building in his throat. He speaks in a whisper, too stunned to speak louder. “Are you sure?”

Your whole face softens. Determination turns to fond affection, frown lifting into a soft grin. “Yes. I’m sure.” You press a kiss to his forehead, and he closes his eyes to savor it. It’s been a week without allowing himself your love - he deserves to enjoy it once again, even if he feels guilty for it. He wishes his thoughts would just shut up and let him have this. “If you still need space or time, I’ll be here. I’m not leaving. Just,” you pull his face back, “please talk to me about this next time. I know things have been hectic, but I’m never too busy for you.”

He sighs, slow and soft. Relieved. “Of course, my love.” He adores the way you smile brightly at the endearment. He turns sheepish. “Ah, could I, possibly, join you tonight? It does, admittedly, get rather lonely passing the time alone.”

You kiss his cheek. “Of course you can. C’mon, I’ll even play with your hair if you’d like.”

He chuckles, genuine this time. “I very much would.” His book is set aside, the page he left off on lost as he takes your hand and follows you from his tent. He can’t help himself from squeezing your hand in his, like he can’t quite grasp the fact you are physically holding onto him. Even when you lay down first and he settles in next to you, arms wrapped around your middle and his head on your chest, it still feels hard to believe. But the way you wrap your arms around him and gently detangle his curls and scratch lightly at his scalp cannot possibly be from his imagination. Nor the way you press kisses on his forehead and temple and hair with sweet praises and words of affection. His mind is not kind enough to imagine such tenderness.

Laying there in your arms, listening to the steady beat of your heart and even breaths that fill your lungs as you slip into sleep, is the closest he has ever been to true contentment.

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[hyewka]

I was reading soobin's only voice live translations and when he read the comments, one of them said "come on soobin don't be shy, it's okay come closer to the microphone" and he answered saying "um no, if I come closer I might sound like a pervert so I'll pass" and i was like 😩😩

I find it very interesting the way he has said the word pervert referring to himself before, not just in that live, he knows HE KNOWS HE IS ONE

Ok that's all lol I'm not that good on expressing my feelings in English bc it's not my first language but i tried😩

btw good night!! hope u are okay 🥰

- 🦇 anon

warnings; perv!soobin, panty stealing, masturbation, breeding kink because...duh LOL, mentions of hentai, humping a body pillow, not proofread

a/n; he has no filter lol but soobin as a perv is sooo real might as well be a headcanon 😂

soobin who often kept to himself, his shy reserved nature not doing much but push people away from his circle. he's okay with it, came to terms with the fact that it was hard for him to reach out to others over the bare minimum, and therefore he'll naturally stay a loner.

so when you first tried getting close to him, starting small talk just because you sat by him, he expected the usual. most people gave up trying after his third unintentional curt response but you... didn't. not in the bombarding questions way but more like the next day, the same good morning, with a genuine chirpy tone. like you actually had a good morning.

you were the total opposite of soobin, it was proven time and time again- he brought black coffee to lectures, you always always brought caramel frappes- soobin was undoubtedly awkward, and then it felt like being charming came easily to you, like you were genetically coded to have people swarm around you like a bee with a flower's nectar. soobin being no exception.

soobin who found that a good morning from you seemed to always assure him a good mood. not long before he succumbed to finally asking for your number, which you happily, though a little caught off guard, provided him with. who knew that he would've been the first to make an advancement?

you got close very quickly- to you, soobin was a sweet guy who just had such a pure image, the freshness of his personality was endearing, so you liked being around him.

all intentions were pure, or at least that was what soobin chose to believe at first. the first time he thought of you as more than a friend was when you begged him to go to the frat party on thursday, oh just how fun it'd be to get trashed- all your reasons were unconvincing, but you were unrelenting, so he ended up going, meeting you at the kitchen where you texted him to find you. through what felt like a million sweaty drunks he had to maneuver, he finally found you.

soobin whose relieved instinct is to shout out your name over the music quickly die down, instead, your name coming out as a small whisper by the last syllable, his eyes honed on your dress, horny bunny can't help but look down at your cleavage, cupped and full in your bodycon, gulping at the way they looked so plush. it got even worse when you spotted him, excitedly waving him over to you- then worse when as much as he tried tuning into your ranting, people eventually crowded the kitchen, meaning you had to get closer, and closer, and then finally, he couldn't help his eyes trailing down.

poor boy who ends up sporting a boner, so anxious as he begs you to let him go home, you worriedly thinking he got too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people, so you usher him to go, patting his back as you tell him to call you when he gets home.

he never ends up doing that, too ashamed that the moment he got home, he had his back pressed his door, too impatient, bunny's dick so hard it's painful, frantic pace on his shaft as he heaves, shut eyes picturing your cleavage once more, then the slight bounce he caught when you walked over to get another drink, oh what he'd do to see them bare, just a little peek seeing you undress-- his hand already soiled with his warm seed,, the fastest he came.

he hoped that this was a one time thing, how awkward would it be talking to you if he jerked off to you every now and then? yeah, he swore the reason he got so worked up that day was because of the drinks he had.

you often stuck to a specific wardrobe anyway so he wasn't counting on this happening again.

soobin who's right for the first few weeks, until he casually checks his feed, seeing that you posted a picture on instagram-- you had a sinister red lipstick, low cut black top, seated in a dining area, posing with the prettiest smile.. and oh god, he's reaching down his pants again, hands so hesitant and slow as they finally hold his dick, phone on the other hand, swiping left for the last slide-- a selfie.

all of a sudden, he's quick, pulling out his swollen dick in a swift motion, heavy breathing as he stared down at the picture, jerking off like crazy, your tits practically out on display-- who could blame him? pervy soobin who ends up spurting his slimy cum all over his phone screen, a strained final exhale, finally feeling the guilt pool in his chest.

soobin who now replaces the content that gets him off, often of anime girls dumbly bouncing on cock, getting their tummys filled with cum, over and over again-- dirty sight that he gives up just for an innocent selfie you took with soobin a few hours ago at the usual frozen yogurt place you hung at.

soobin who's under the protection of his sheets, his room pitch black as he bites down painfully on his lip, frantic breathing, jerking his poor dick to overstimulation at the picture on his phone screen-- it didn't even have to be of your cleavage anymore, just your face did it for him, eyes with a flutter rolling to the back of his head just at the thought of fucking your mouth.

pervy soobin who convinces himself that this was normal, he's sure tons of guys with female friends have done this, he wasn't weird. it was in his nature, right?

soobin who finally gets invited over at your flat because you were tired of always going out, preferring to stay in this time with some pizza. all is well, no pervy thoughts seeping into his rotten brain, until he asks to go to the bathroom.

"oh! you'll find it, it's like to the left-- right of you. it'll be to the right of you." you had your black frames, similar to soobin's, blanket over your legs with a pizza slice on your hand-- he knew you weren't going to abandon the comfort to show him around.

"don't take too long!" he hears you shout behind him, and he huffs out a laugh. you always seemed to get him smiling, for whatever reason.

soobin who mistakes the laundry room for the bathroom, opening it to spot the washing machine, and almost closing the door before he sees through the creak of the door the basket full of clothes. your clothes.

pervy soobin whose feet are still, staring at the abundance of clothes. his dick twitching in his pants, thinking of whether a pair of your underwear was buried in there, but then he immediately slaps himself out of it, shutting the door with a large bang. so flustered as he quickly tries to find the bathroom.

soobin who swears he has morals, who swears he'd never do it, he'll keep his dirty thoughts of you under his blankets at home, without having to raise suspicion.

he doesn't hold onto his set of morals for too long, too far gone at the thought of how you'd smell, how he'd feel to have your panties wrapped around his dick as he did his daily jerk off-- once those thoughts were in, his hands were less controlled.

when you told him that you might be late getting ready, he suggested to wait for you at your living room. which you naively didn't think of much, saying why not.

he didn't have ulterior motives, he swears. it doesn't matter, he ends up in front of your bedroom door, where you were changing, obviously locked, so his eyes trail to the sinful room.

he slowly turns the door's knob as to not cause any sound, seeing that the basket full of your clothes was still there. it's like treasure, dirty boy who's like a thief, anxiously rummaging through the basket, and finally, his hands grip onto a pink lace-- your underwear. there's a few, but he decides he can do with just one, you wouldn't know if he only took one.

hurriedly, he crumbles it in his big hands, getting up from his knees as he quickly stuffs it into his pockets. it's okay, it's just a one time thing.

his hands are sweaty when he gets home, the entire time he was hanging out with you, his hands stuffed in his pockets, holding onto your underwear in case you somehow spot it, or it falls out- both unlikely situations. but this was his first time doing this, the anxiety building up to the brim.

soobin who lives out his fantasy, the irony of him thanking god for such a sinful wish- he had hoped the laundry basket were dirty clothes waiting to be put in the machine.

the pair he picked up was in fact unwashed, just a deep sniff and he smelled you, such a scent that immediately makes him grow a boner, legs spread apart on his couch as he continues taking a whiff, moaning out your name, palming his dick over his sweats, too impatient to fully get it out, so needy, tears brimming at the shame the closer he gets to cumming, finally stuffing your underwear into his mouth in attempt to drown out his moans, but he still ends up saying your name through the restriction of your underwear, muffles as he chants your name the more he chases his high, his drool staining your cute panties, oh how dirty he was when he finally soils his pants at a flash of you on your knees, just for him.

perv!soobin who uses the pair of your underwear all night, masturbating like a sex crazed addict, spilling his seed all over them, dried cum under yet another load, then another...then another.

soobin who humps his anime girl body pillow, your underwear stained with his cum stuffed in his mouth, eyes rolling back at the imagination of having you under him, stretching you out, slamming his dick into you, with each thrust, your breasts bouncing up and down, so lewd, your mouth hung open dumbly, spit all over, begging him to give you his seed-- oh, how soobin dreams, "you wanna have my babies? y/n you wanna carry my babies? h-hah, g-gonna breed you-- gonna- gonna cum!"

hips getting more unrelenting against his poor pillow, with a final cry muffled in your underwear, thinking of spurting his load deep in your tummy, "fuckkk.." he groans, filling you up so well, the image of his seed seeping out your pussy when he pulls out gets soobin's hips to grind against his pillow just a little more before he finally gives out, so exhausted for going so long, your underwear still loosely in his mouth, drenched with his spit, as he flutters his tear stained lashes shut.

soobin who deep washes your panties, so guilty the next day, trying to scrub off with his hands the scent of his cum, but with all fail, he ends up trashing it. he won't do this again, he can't, he'll never.

...right?

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2nd a/n: ok. wow. i really am in my soobin thought dump lol beomgyu's position getting threatened 😭 i might actually do a version for all members im so into this whole perv thing

[celestialprincesse]

first of, ofc i have notifs on for you. hello? have you read your work? 🙄

second, not sure if you take requests right now but i’d kill for some simon fluff. been sick in bed for the past few days and been dreaming of that big strong military princess taking care of me🤧

-🦇

Big strong military princess I love him 🎀🫶

"You look fucking terrible, darl." Simon grumbles as he returns to your shared bedroom, where you currently lay wallowing in self pity, darkness, and a mildly concerning fever. You attempt to level him with what you hope is a steely glare, which isn't made very easy with the way your eyes are so swollen you can barely keep them open. "Soup and then bath, or bath and then soup?" He probes, although he's already hoisting you up by the armpits to carry your lank, worryingly sweaty body to the bathroom, where he props you on a little stool as he fills the bath with steaming hot water and epsom salts. "-lusion of choice." You slur, leaning your head back against the cool bathroom tile in the hope of some reprieve from the way your body feels like it's being slow roasted. "Mm. Yeah." The low rumble of Simon's attempt at seeming interested in your incoherent babbling falls on deaf ears as he turns off the tap and sets to work undressing you, throwing your sweaty pyjamas in the direction of the hamper before easing you into the hot bath. The moment you're submerged, you're already attempting to climb from the bath, grabbing for Simon's shoulders as he keeps you in the tub, splashing and hissing like an angry cat. "Needs to be hot, baby, need to sweat that fever out, yeah?" He croons, holding you until you relax back into the water.

Once you're safely settled back under clean sheets, in fresh pyjamas, the hazy figure of your boyfriend returns to the doorway, this time with a bowl of soup and a spoon balanced with one hand, and your hairbrush in the other. "Right, let's get you fed, hey?" He coaxes, attempting to feed you the soup, which you flat out refuse to let him do. Instead you relegate him to brushing and braiding your wet hair as you sip the chicken broth directly from the bowl, sighing deeply as it warms your insides. The warmth of the soup, paired with the fuzzy haze that's settled across your brain like morning mist in the valley, have you practically falling asleep sitting up. "Done?" It's impossible for Simon to miss the way your head begins to droop and your loosening grasp on the soup bowl, which he grabs before you can spill it all over yourself. "Tired." You rumble, barely holding back a yawn as you snuggle back into Simon's chest, falling asleep not long after to the gentle thump of his heartbeat, and the same episode of Real Housewives you've watched at least four times in a row, having had to restart because you kept falling asleep.

I loooove you 🦇 anon! Giving me cute ideas!! Thank you!! I very politely need a buff military man to look after me at all times always for the rest of ever pls🫶 Also 🦇, how do you cope with having notifs on for me all I do is come on here and yap🫣

[fcthots]

here with some Christmas gus ask 💪💪

when jason sets up the Christmas tree he has to place the decorations of the tree high enough, out of gus's reach, because gus always plays with them and knocks the Christmas decorations if they're within close reach

- 🦇

Merry Christmas nonnie!! Gus is the best present

Tim had a minor injury. Very minor. That was why he collapsed on the fire escape of your apartment. Okay, maybe the blood loss wasn't ideal, but hey. He's not dead yet.

Though he thinks he might die out of spite when he sees the large orange ball of fluff staring at him from the window. Gus's screech of a meow does not help the migraine brewing behind his eyes. Though he supposes he should be thankful when said demon screech alerts you to the bleeding bird on your balcony. He watches the shock and worry on your face as you use one hand to tear open the window and the other to hold the still yelling cat away from his desired escape route.

"Tim, what the fuck??? JASON"

He tries to say "it's fine," but to be completely honest, he's not sure he gets the words out. He sees Jason come barrelling down the hallway, eyes checking over your body for injury until he spots Tim still laying in a pile on his fire escape.

"Hey." He is fairly confident that he managed to get his mouth to move this time. Jason does not respond to his greeting in the same kind manor Tim had opened with. Rude.

Jason manages to pick Tim up and deposit him into a chair. He spends time stitching up the knife wound Tim got from what he swears was "just a lucky hit." Tim takes Jason's mother henning in stride while you make him something to eat, insisting that a granola bar doesn't count as dinner. Gus is not happy about Tim's intrusion into his home, watching his every move. Tim assumes the cat thinks it's being subtle, but all 20 pounds of cat do not hide behind the leg of the kitchen table as well as it may think. Especially when it flops over as Jason passes, heading to grab some spare clothes for Tim who "shouldn't grapple home with a stab wound."

Tim huffs and crosses his arms, only slightly wincing as it tugs at his stitches. It's only then that he notices the tree, the tree that only has the top half decorated. Almost three feet above the ground of this tree has no ornaments. He can find no discernible reason. He knows Jason would have decorated the apartment November first and it is well into December. He's seen the ridiculous number of ornaments that the two of you own. To be honest, he's not sure where you keep all the decorations out of season. The working theory is an extra safe house somewhere, but after working this pet project in his spare time for two years now, he hasn't figured out which one. Regardless, he can think of no reason, nay, negative reasons as to why not all of your tree is decorated. He stares at it so long that he spaces out and loses track of time.

Come to think of it, has your tree always been like this? He's noticed that the bottom of your tree usually has less ornaments, but the no ornaments thing has to be new, right?

"Uh Tim?" He whirls around to face you where you hand him a plate of something that looks like pasta. He briefly looks at you and then back over to the tree. "You good there, bud?"

"I am losing my mind. Why is only half of your tree decorated?"

"Is that why you've been staring at the tree for over a half hour now?"

"It's bothering me. Please. I have to know."

Tim isn't sure why he was expecting it to be some earth shattering secret. He probably should not be disappointed that it wasn't because you were sending an assassin a top secret code using trees. He is only mildly ashamed to report that his mouth hung open with slight judgement and shock as you said, "Gus likes to knock the ornaments off the tree for sport, and while we're usually just glad he's getting exercise, last year he tried to eat the glass of a broken ornament so we're just playing it safe this year."

The cat seems to laugh at Tim's descent into insanity from behind the table's leg. The cat could be an assassin now that he thinks about it.

And now that he thinks about it harder, maybe he lost more blood than he was previously aware of.

[eddiesxangel]

OKIE M BACK I FORGOT MY ANON ASK FOR A SEC

virgin eddie giving reader head nd its so good and shes just like... 'u sure ur a virgin cuz damn this is good asf' nd its the sloppliest head known to man.. shes gripping his hair, like chin is wet and sloppy and he cant get enough of her taste like he's basically high off her taste

my mind is going crazy btw if u couldn't tell babes <3

-🦇anon

He swears he’s a virgin, not only that but never ever touched another person sexually!!! But you can’t believe it because he’s so good

He is so greatful that you’re letting f him go down on you, he’s eager to learn but he hardly needs any guidance bc he’s eating you like a man starved. His eyes are rolling back, his face is soaked.

You’re revelling in his touch. Nothing could have prepared you for this. No way did you think he was going to be this good.

He’s hitting your clit with every single lap. He’s making out with your pussy like it’s your mouth. You’ve never been so wet and you can feel it coating your inner thighs. His saliva mixed with your slick is so messy but you don’t care.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You chant and your juices leak all over his face

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” You ask, breathlessly.

“Yea” he shys away.

“Fuck I think this is what you were made for”

[lowkeyrobin]

hear me out. five hargreeves w/ a vampire!reader who keeps forgetting their umbrella/sunscreen whenever they go out w/ him.

could i be 🦇 anon too? :3

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE UGHHHH i can always get behind a vampire au/reader ; and yes hello 🦇! enjoy your stay at the hotel 🫶 ; also just a hc thing bc I had no idea how to make this a full oneshot ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

FIVE HARGREEVES ; vampire

summary ; hcs of being a vampire and also being fives s/o when you forget that you're allergic to the sun

warnings ; language, the sun is like an allergy so hives + burning on the skin

word count ; 201

masterlist

you'd think because you're literally allergic to the sun that you'd remember an umbrella / a thick coat of sunscreen

nope

five is always left to make sure you do 😭

he's gotten tired of watching you break out into itching, burning hives as you walk outside

"five..."

"hm?" he looks over at you, eyes quickly widening slightly. "jesus- y/n!"

you quickly begin itching at your arms, trying to use your cool hands to apply some non-heat to the burning parts

like your skin is literally frying

he quickly shoves you into some shade under a tree and frantically looks around for anything

a random lady nearby had an umbrella, so he blips to her, steals said umbrella, and blips back to you

safe to say that you had to get a lot of bandages on your arms when you got home..

"did you get some sunscreen on?"

your face drops as you slowly turn around and head back to the bathroom to grab sunscreen

you then bring it back because you couldn't reach some spots by yourself

"we ran out of sunscreen"

he tosses you an umbrella that sat by the door, which you catch

"this is klaus'-"

"he'll live without an umbrella on a sunny day, y/n"

"fine"

[rafeandonlyrafe]

Stealing Rafe’s juul as a prank and he literally goes insane and you’re like 😟

- 🦇

okay this got nsfw so... warning for that

no bc you spot it on the nightstand, sitting forgotten, most likely placed there when rafe was getting changed, meant to go into the pocket of his new pants.

you smile and pluck the vape off the surface, taking a hit of the sweet vapor before shoving it into your own pocket.

you head downstairs, pressing a kiss to rafes head as he sits on the couch, a football game on tv.

“are we winning?” you question, rounding the couch and plopping down next to him. you don't know who is playing, you don't really care, but you know rafe must be rooting for someone based on the way his hands are clenched into fist, his eyes only briefly flashing to look at you.

“we're not.” he says. “this coach is fucking shit.”

you don't dare giggle, even though you want to. you nod your head in agreement, always just parroting rafes opinion when it comes to sports.

you turn your eyes to the game, trying to care when you realize that it's almost half time. maybe the cheerleaders will put on an entertaining performance. it's always your favorite part of the game.

“fucking shit!” rafe shouts when the other team makes a touchdown right before the timer runs out. he stands up off the couch when the halftime commentators come on screen, his hands patting down his pockets.

you smirk to yourself and sink further into the couch, knowing he's looking for his juul. he stomps up the stairs, and you can hear the commotion in the bedroom as he looks for his vape.

rafe comes back downstairs after a minute. “baby, have you seen my juul?” he questions. you give a shake of your head.

rafe begins to pat the cushions of the couch, before throwing them off, making your eyes widen.

“rafe-” 

“get up.” rafe grunts. you stand quickly and move out of the way as he throws the cushion you were sitting on off the couch, a crazed look in his eye.

“where's my fucking juul?!” rafe shouts, not at you specifically, but it still causes you to freeze up as he moves out of the living room, and you can hear him in the kitchen, shifting through cabinets. you put the couch back together quickly, hearing rafes angry mumbling to himself, jumping when a glass breaks.

“r-rafe.” you call out.

“what?” rafe shouts, reentering the room, his brow furrowed in anger.

you pull the vape out of your pocket, a pout on your face. “im-im sorry i thought it would be funny to hide it.”

rafe sighs, grabbing the juul out of your hand and taking a hit. 

“im really sorry, rafey.” you continue. “it was just supposed to be a prank.”

“it's okay.” rafe says as his eyes flicker back to the television, the game restarting. he plops down onto the couch. “you can make it up to me by warming my cock while i watch the game.”

you swallow, moving to take your shorts off, but rafe gives you a glare. “not with your cunt. do you think you deserve that? you can use your mouth.”

you don't dare let out a whine or voice your complaints, simply kneeling between his legs while rafe unzips his shorts and pulls his cock out, already half hard.

he takes another hit of his juul before blowing the smoke over your face, laughing when your eyes flutter closed.

he takes your head in his heads, pushing your mouth onto his cock. you gag slightly but ultimately adjust as he pushes you all the way down, his cock swelling in your mouth as you try to breathe through your nose.

“now stay fucking still.” rafe warns, his eyes moving back to the game as his team regains possession.

[sekai-headcanoning]

Random hcs in no particular order:

- Everyone in wxs is autistic

- Bpd Shinonomes

- Saki uses a cane or a different mobility aid (depending on how bad) on flare up days, has POTS, used a wheelchair for awhile after getting out of the hospital due to being weak physically

- Mafuyu has low empathy

- Toya has arfid and struggles with reading faces/body language and tones pretty badly (autism)

- Trans Ena and Akito: they switched names and helped each other with shopping for new clothes

- Bigender Tsukasa, uses any pronouns, trying to grow out hair too

- Kohane likes to do An’s nails and eventually started doing Toya and Akitos

- Emu has high empathy, which leaves her overwhelmed sometimes

- Akito is in denial about having adhd

- Agender Toya, doesnt care much abt his gender and doesnt care how ppl see or refer to him, likes long skirts

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Take one look at that group of clowns and tell me their neurons aren’t at least a little divergent.

HEAVY believer of this one, always one of the first things I mention when someone asks me about my hcs

I drew Saki with crutches once and I think it gave me a whole new perspective. I love seeing people interpret her with mobility aids, she would absolutely put stickers on them when she can

YES. This one feels canon

Touya has expressed that he tends to struggle with tone and understanding people, and his parents haven’t thought at least ONCE that maybe “hey, maybe our kids neurons are divergent”

I see this a lot with the Tenma’s, I’m so glad to see that it has spread to the Shinonomes (<- heavy transman Akito headcanoner)

Tsukasa is my favorite gender. I genuinely struggle with settling on a gender hc for Kasa because that creature is so girl yet so boy. You take one look at him and you’re flash banged with gender. LONG HAIRED TSUKASA. I always draw him with long hair, you get it

THIS IS SO CUTE. They all have matching nails. I’ve always imagined Kohane to have really nice nails for some reason

OH I LOVE THIS. Ive always seen her as the type of person to be like “If you cry, I’ll cry!” and I like the thought of it leaving her overwhelmed. Because, obviously she’s gonna have her limits with how much emotions she goes through in a day. Which is a lot.

ADHD Akito is canon he came to me in a vision and whispered it in my ear

Gender lacking Touya truthers, we rejoice🔥 (<- Nonbinary Touya liker here) AND THE SKIRTS. OH MY/pos