#( 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ) — answered

[seaoftales]

Rumor has it that Lucci can easily be distracted with catnip

❝ ... ❞ There'd be hell to pay. ❝ Alright, which one of you fuckers ran their mouths? ❞

[hikikomoriaesthetic]

I find your description of love accurate♡

The world means nothing to me without my dear and I glow brightest when around her.

-from within 🐾

aaa, i'm so glad it made sense!! i was worried it was something only i thought! i do hope you and your dear are doing well! i am sending you the best wishes imaginable! still ready to be the wedding planner hehe!! i bet you both shine so beautifully together!! ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ

[phasmophobie]

✨

— send ✨ or ( ‘SPARKLE’ ) and i’ll tell you at least one thing i like most about you, your blog, your portrayal, or your muse. ( link )

There's literally so much depth to the character it makes me afraid of heights. We may have not written in character much yet, but it's safe to say there's nothing that hasn't been thought through. Also, mun knows tons about mythology and it shows! Love it.

[kcngdom]

❝  please stop—  this is scaring me. ❞ (joonkyu & doyoung)

FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS 

Os olhos de Joonkyu arregalaram quando a voz de Doyoung reverberam até sua audição, aguçada pela adrenalina que navegava pelo porte pouco musculoso. As pupilas verticais, naquela imensidão dourada, retornaram ao seu formato originário, agora banhadas pela escuridão de surpresa e atordoo de suas irises. O sangue pingando dos dedos longos e ossudos do Park agora tinham um odor pungente, que revirava seu estômago e fazia sentir o sabor amargo da bile subindo pela garganta. Estava prestes a vomitar por algo que era essencial para sua sobrevivência.

"Isso está me assustando..." As palavras ecoavam ao fundo de seu consciente, mantendo-o naquele transe breve, mas que havia a sensação de ter durado horas. Joonkyu havia percebido que todo seu esforço para esconder seu lado bestial havia sido em vão; Doyoung finalmente sabia quem era, e, ainda pior do que imaginava, o temia.

As mãos caíram ao lado do corpo de músculos tensos como pedra. O corpo sem vida aos seus pés já não era mais tão relevante como outrora, não precisava provar sua força e sua tirania a ninguém. Ao contrário: precisaria provar que não era tudo aquilo que havia criado. Engoliu em seco, respirando fundo, como se aquilo fosse o suficiente para fazer o coração vampiresco e atrofiado voltar a uma atividade que nunca tivera. Joonkyu era um monstro.

Piscou repetidas vezes, tentando buscar as palavras presas no final da língua. — Eu... Doyoung... — Nada. Sua mente estava em branco. — Eu posso explicar. Sei que você está assustado, mas eu prometo que não irei te machucar. — Ergueu as mãos ensopadas e pegajosas pelo fluido carmesim. — Acredite em mim, tudo bem? — E avançou um passo curto, tentando não acuar ao rapaz mais do que já estava. — Eu... Só queria te proteger. Eu sei que isso é loucura, que não esperava algo assim, mas, por favor, não queria que você se machucasse. — E avançou mais um passo curto, mais assustado que o próprio Doyoung. — Eu jamais te machucaria, eu amo você. — Proferiu, honesto, olhando-o no fundo dos olhos; mas, por um longo instante, temeu que não fosse suficiente. Doyoung jamais acreditaria.

[piperbellinger]

📸 + valleysik

love language: quality time starters.

status: aceitando.

valley gostava daquilo, de ter uma relação com taesik sem realmente chegar a ter. relacionamentos convencionais pareciam entediantes para ela à medida que se divertia perseguindo o mais velho. entretanto, quando você está perseguindo alguém você não espera que a pessoa venha até você, ou pelo menos não da forma que ele parecia ir até ela. ele gostava de estar sobre o seu escrutínio, até se divertia e se exibia, por mais que estivesse certa de que os flashes de sua canon não alcançassem a janela do quarto de sik — sempre abertas e descobertas do tecido fino das cortinas — a bailarina tinha certeza de que ele posava para ela. a ciência de sua presença não o assustava da forma que certamente assustaria uma pessoa normal e por mais que tivesse seus questionamentos sobre, nunca os expressava vocalmente. na verdade, ela pouco conversava com ele, algumas vezes deixava indícios e mensagens silenciosas de sua presença em seu quarto quando passava por lá, eram raras as ocasiões em que estabelecia alguma comunicação direta. seus recados em maior parte se restringiam a papéis cartão manchados com batom cor de rosa e o rastro do perfume adocicado e caro que usava. ela estava bem assim, exceto pelas poucas vezes em que se perguntava como seria senti-lo, a respiração e a pele quente sobre a sua. não demorava muito nesses devaneios, ele era sua vítima e ela era sua perseguidora, algumas linhas não deveriam ser cruzadas.

contudo, não cruzar a linha tornava-se uma tarefa complicada quando o escultor forçava todos os limites de valley. ele a provocava, exigia reações dela, não se importando com o quão doentias elas fossem. taesik não se importou quando a bailarina deliberadamente intoxicou uma aluna do curso de fotografia, permitindo que a pobre garota colocasse suas últimas refeições para fora enquanto ela graciosamente a substituía como modelo em uma atividade do curso de artes plásticas. ela era a musa dele, não aquela criatura insignificante. apesar dos poucos limites vigentes, tentava manter certa distância do moreno, que driblava cada tentativa com sua popularidade inevitável não só entre as estudantes do gênero de seu curso, mas as de todo o campus. odiava a maneira como elas olhavam para ele, que por sua vez, parecia se limitar a erguer o canto do lábio e olhar de soslaio para ela. ele sempre sabia quando ela estava por perto, deixando-a acreditar que talvez aquilo fosse, de fato, proposital. em seu âmago, ele sabia que era dela, pertencia a ela, todas aquelas vadias burras eram entediantes demais para alguém como ele.

caminhar alguns passos atrás dele fora do campus demonstrava-se sempre ser um trabalho dificultoso, ainda que fosse inevitável para ela às vezes. não havia melhor maneira de descobrir para onde ele ia, ou com quem estava se encontrando, ela poderia rastreá-lo, mas não confiava tanto na tecnologia para lhe dar as informações tão preciosas que precisava. uma pequena carranca se formou em suas feições e ela franziu a testa quando ele parou de caminhar, arregalando os olhos quando o mais velho fez uma menção de se virar para trás. o cérebro trabalhou mais rápido que o esperado, fazendo-a tomar a atitude impulsiva de se enfiar em uma cabine de fotografia, aquele bairro era cheio delas, provavelmente porque muitos casais se encontravam ali. aquele pensamento a fez prender o lábio inferior entre os dentes com força, por que ele estaria frequentando aquele bairro, afinal?

mal respirava dentro da cabine, a tentativa de não ser descoberta se mostrando ser em vão no instante em que a silhueta esguia de taesik se materializou diante de seus olhos, as orbes escuras brilhando de surpresa e curiosidade. ela não teve tempo de reagir antes de sentir os lábios dele se unirem aos dela em um selar que começou cheio de ternura e que logo deu espaço a desejo e ânsia, ambos há muito contidos. os dedos se afundaram na cabeleira escura e macia dele à medida que ele lhe roubava o fôlego. ele deixou a cabine fotográfica da mesma forma que entrou, repentinamente, deixando-a ali tentando recuperar o controle da própria respiração. “espera...” deixou escapar um murmúrio inaudível até para si, a voz morrendo a cada sílaba proferida. não sabia se realmente queria que ele esperasse. ela levou a mão ao peito, sentindo o coração bater descompassado e cada fibra do seu corpo se encher de calor e vontade, taesik tinha gosto de cigarros e quero mais, e de uma promessa silenciosa de que aquilo voltaria a acontecer. valley piscou assustada quando a cabine começou a emitir os sons de impressão, forçando-a a finalmente se mover e deixar o pequeno espaço. as sobrancelhas bem feitas foram juntadas quando ela encontrou ali fora uma porção de fotografias em uma dimensão pequena do instante em que ele a beijou. tocar os lábios ao ver a imagem foi involuntário e ela respirou fundo, deslizando as fotografias para dentro do bolso de sua jaqueta. àquela altura, ela tinha desistido de lhe alcançar, desnorteada demais para fazê-lo. decerto naquela noite precisava não mais do que um banho gelado para limpar o desejo e a memória.

[deitied]

tag dump.

[sleepymarimo]

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧!

summary: he just likes pissing you off pairing: toji x fem!assassin!reader cw: none! some fluff and humor for this sorcerer killer an: another small addition to the assassin!reader mini series thing that i randomly post for!! drunkenly wrote this in a few mins so forgive me for any mistakes! wc: 600

toji is acutely aware that he’s the reason you’re pissed off.

he’s not exactly remorseful, either.

it’s been a good ten minutes since you’d clicked your tongue and sulked off to your room, haphazardly swinging the door closed before plopping onto your bed.

since then, he’s been sprawled out on your couch, hands behind his head. his focus shifts between the television and the sound of your mattress squeaking as you toss and turn.

eventually, he gives in.

the promise of your company, welcoming or not, is just too enticing to pass up.

with a grunt, he stands and laxly makes his way over. toji pushes open your door and is quick to take confident steps in your direction, not thinking twice before claiming the spot next to you.

the plush mattress dips with his weight, his forest green gaze as sharp as ever.

you’re busy with your phone, giving him a swift and suspicious glance before managing to get out a tense greeting. “what?”

he shifts, opting to lay on his side and angle himself in your direction.

one of his rough hands reaches out, encroaching into your personal space. your immediate response is to stop him, pressing your palm to his and pushing back.

his fingers are quick to entwine with yours, a sly move on his part.

“sweetheart, ask me again.” comes his request, tugging you closer to him. “i’ll answer for real this time. promise.”

you click your phone off with your free hand and toss the device on your nightstand, still pushing him away. yet, you don’t disentangle your fingers from his, don’t make an attempt to resist his touch.

it’s a fact he takes note of, how he knows that the two of you are just playing around.

“fine.” you relent, mirroring his position and laying on your side to get a better look at him as you ask your question. “if you were paid to kill me, would you do it?”

it’s silent for a bit as you observe his smug expression, the slight upturn of his scared lips.

he was never going to let you off the hook that easy. no, his amusement outweighed all else. toji could handle you being a little pouty.

“yup.” is his confident answer, the same one that pissed you off not even half an hour earlier. “would do it for one hundred yen.”

the sorcerer killer revels in how you furrow your brows, how your cheeks puff and how you try to pull your hand out of his.

“you’re so mean.” you huff and stubbornly look away when he tightens his grip on your hand, not letting you move an inch farther from him. “fuck you. go back to the couch.”

he lives for these lighthearted squabbles, the fiery exchanges between the two of you.

“such’a damn baby.” he teases, tugging you to his chest with ease.

his words contradict the look in his eyes, the glimmer of affection he’s come to reserve for you. toji knows damn well that you see past his act, but he finds no fun in exchanging mushy words and sappy confessions.

even as you look away and feign displeasure, your hand squeezes his. he returns the gesture, a plethora of words swapped within the simple action.

there was no way he’d harm you in the slightest. hell, he’d probably kill the dumbass that tried to hire him.

he’d never admit it, but you’d gotten to him. the effect you have on him, how you unintentionally get under his skin, pisses toji off to no avail.

the least he can do is make you a little mad, too.

[lale-txt]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭!

in which you get to ask all the question you always wanted to ask

a/n: this is probably part 1 of a few because y'all send in too many fun questions and i kinda went a bit overboard oops. there's small interview notes after every answered question :3

⭅ back to m.list

•┈••✦ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

Osamu ready to throw hands for y/n 🗣️

"is the dessert bothering you my queen?"

he messed up the pickle recipe because he got measurements wrong in the process (because y/n had already taken over his mind at this point)

less soju more kissing big agree!!

•┈••✦ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

Makki and y/n tried sitting next to each other in every class they had but the teacher would seperate them very soon after because they were constantly giggling over something

or snacking on something y/n made (imagine extreme loud paper bag rustling and crumbs everywhere)

Oikawa always urged y/n to become the volleyball club manager but gave up eventually when he realized her head was filled with nothing but recipes and questionable life choices (they're still very good friends and video call often to gossip)

y/n still doesn't know the rules of volleyball and has given up on learning them at this point (Iwa-chan hasn't given up teaching her yet whenever they meet up)

back in high school she didn't watch every volleyball game they had, only the important ones, and sometimes she and the cooking club would do a bake sale to raise money for charity or the next school trip

•┈••✦ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

Miya twins passing the shared brain cell back and forth between them

Atsumu came over anyway and now HE is target of the granny knitting club rip

the staff now also believes that Atsumu is a trained goldsmith who crafted the engagement ring after Osamu's exact vision

his ass got called out by Omi who joined an hour later

Osamu changed the password of the onigiri miya twitter account the same day and scheduled some media training for his team

y/n had a mini heart attack (she keeps a screenshot of the now deleted tweet)

•┈••✦ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

Osamu is lowkey scared of Akaashi

but he stepped up the moment he felt like his genuine feelings for y/n were being doubted 🗣️

Akaashi took a mental note of that (and a dozen screenshots)

this convo took part shortly after the gbbo special if it wasn't clear

y/n just passed out after inhaling the chocolate raspberry eclair Osamu got her that night, exhausted from filming and the anxiety

yes they cuddled

•┈••✦ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

replica y/n special guest appearance!!

she saw Osamu and soft launch y/n argue, thought she'd kiss both if given the chance and still thinks about them to this day

they were arguing which ramune flavor was the best (y/n says the original flavor, Osamu insists it's melon flavor)

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[seriesxwriting]

I can’t get you off my mind <3

- w Rafe Cameron

Series: outer banks

warnings: Swearing, kissing, female objectifying (by topper).

Summary: topper stirs the pot by lying about what rafe was doing at the party last night. Do you believe him or not?

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 <𝟑

“What are you doing later? Do you wanna stay?” I mumbled into his top. I was laying on his chest and we were wrapped up in my green flowery covers. His arm was around me resting on my hip, he was wearing a black T-shirt so I could see his muscles where the sleeves ended. My right hand was on his bicep. I liked just holding onto it. “You want me to stay already, I’ve only been round twice” he giggled making me look up at him. His blue eyes staring deep into mine.

“Not to do anything” I shoved his face jokingly “I just like your company- you ever had a girl say that to you before?” I raised my eyebrow when he looked back at me with his famous smirk. “Something similar, but I’ve never reciprocated that” he told me dragging his thumb across my jawline. “No? Never?” I smiled showing my teeth, his head bent down. “I’ve never liked anyone like I like you” he licked his lips before pressing them against mine hungrily.

Me and Rafe were in what the kids call today a ‘talking stage’. He claims to have these deep feelings for me and I know I have them for him. Who on figure eight didn’t have those feelings for Rafe Cameron. He was in the year above me and everyone in my year creamed over the sight of him, I know it was the same for the girls in his year and even probably some of the boys. But with the reputation of Rafe Cameron I asked him to keep us on the low down.

We’d only told our friends really and we never went to crowed public places together. I wanted to just share this with him right now, so I can build trust with him and see if there is any room for a relationship.

“So, are you staying?” I questioned pulling away from him and running a thumb across his lips. “As much as I’m tempted right now, I’ve already rsvp’ed to a party” he told me tucking my hair behind my ear. My stomach sank. The weather had been crap recently, it had been storm after storm after storm. There hadn’t been any party’s not since me and Rafe started talking. “I know, this is the first one huh” he raised his eyebrow as if he could read my mind. “Yeah” I answered smally. “I told you that I’m going to prove to you my reputation don’t apply to you”.

“I hope that’s the case” I smiled taking his hand in mine and playing with his fingers. I rolled over onto my back so I could look at the ceiling. “I promise you, no drugs, no hoes, just me, the boys and a few beers” “but what if they egg you on?” “Babe I have my own mind, you’re all that’s on it” he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back towards him. His arms wrapped around my torso and his head in the crease of my neck. “Okay Rafe” I kissed the top of his head. He kissed my neck and then my jaw in response.

We stayed wrapped up just talking for a couple of hours before Rafe left me with a long kiss to remember him by before he went to his party. I didn’t know who was hosting it, but the fact that I wasn’t invited meant it was probably one of rafes drug friends that hadn’t gone to school with us. His replies weren’t too bad at the beginning of the night. But around eleven ish he stopped replying to my texts. I gave it two hours before I rolled my eyes and went to sleep.

In the morning I woke up to rays of sunshine slipping through my blinds and onto my face. I rolled over after rubbing my eyes and snapped my charger out of my phone. Rafe had replied, and also added a good morning text on the end of it. I smiled to myself forgetting all the worry and negativity I was feeling last night. I answered him back before getting up to go and brush my teeth. He asked me what my plans were for the day and seems I never do anything on a Sunday I told him I was free. He invited me round his and seems the weather was nice, told me to bring my swimming costume.

I quickly showed and got myself all ready to go to rafes. He lived a five minute walk away so I chose to not take my car and soak up the sun as I made my way to his house. As I turned the corner topper was driving past me. He slowed down stopping next to me and looked me up and down. “Hey y/n, looking good these days” “you alright top?” I nodded at him gripping my bag tightly. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze. “Not too bad, just heading down to the beach to meet kelce, where you off to?”.

“Going round rafes, think we’re just going to chill by the pool” l shrugged looking around the street. “Oh? Didn’t realise you guys were still on tings” his eyebrows slammed up and this shocked look spread across his face. It looked so genuine. “Why’d you think that? Has he said something” “no- no he hasn’t said anything, just thought well- the things he was doing last night didn’t exactly scream happy in a relationship”. My heart sank. “What- what things top?” I questioned walking closer to his car.

“I don’t wanna mess anything up y/n- look maybe it was all just- an accident because he was high” topper but his hands up in defence. “but he told me he wasn’t going to do any drugs” my eye slimmed as my heart kept cracking. It was getting closer and closer to shattering. “Maybe I should just stop talking” “no topper- please tell me what happened” I begged with my eyes, they were probably glossy in the moment. “You wanna know more? Or I can take you back to mine and I can show you how a real man treats a girl like you” he shinned at me.

“You’re a pig” I stepped back scowling at him. “Let me know if you change your mind babe, I can be a rebound” he winked at me before pulling away from the curb and driving on. I watched as his car got smaller and smaller down the road. My eyes were fighting back the waves right now. My heart physically hurt. I turned back the way I’d come and went straight back home. I bravely walked past my parents but as soon as I reached my bed my eyes started leaking. I didn’t bother changing I just flopped onto my mattress and cried into it. My covers still smelt of Rafe. That made everything worse.

—————————four days later————————

I’d avoided Rafe for four days. He’d spammed my phone for the first two, the texts got less and less over the next two days. Probably because he came to my house and I got my father to turn him away. Nothings more scary than the dad of the girl you’ve hurt. I’d seen him around school but I dodge him and was able to hide anytime he saw me. I’d turn the other way, drive off as quickly as possible. Left no room for him to start conversation. I didn’t want to talk to him, look at him, fall for him again by him waving a wand and saying sorry.

I had to be strong. But it was day five now meaning we’d reached Friday. And this Friday was the film night. Me and my friends had been planning out the snacks and the chairs and the pillows and the blankets we were bringing for months now. There was no way I could get out of it. There was a possibility Rafe would be there, it wouldn’t be a hundred percent but there was a chance.

The car stopped in the car park and the girls got out with all our stuff, ready to find a space and set it all down. “Y/n do you wanna go get the drinks?” One of my friends asked with a big smile. I nodded feeling slightly hesitant. They wouldn’t let me use Rafe as an excuse, none of them were surprised when I told them what happened. It was kind of disheartening, I thought my friends would be way more supportive. I wondered towards the drinks table before hearing a “y/n! what’s up”. I turn around to see Rafe walking away from his boy group and towards me. He tried to do it calmly acting like he didn’t care in front of his friends “Rafe- um- not much” I turned from him giving him my back. But I could see the panic on his face.

He raced in front to catch me so I was looking at him “how are you, why are you avoiding me?” He questioned looking down at me. Our bodies were almost touching and he was leaning in close to my face whispering. I got goosebumps. “I should have known you were playing a game Rafe” I folded my arms creating space between us. “What are you talking about y/n, I can’t get you off my mind, what games” his hand flew up to his temple as if he was desperate. His eyes looked sad as he stared directly into mine. It wasn’t like that day he was at mine, they were desperate now not flirty. “Uh it’s such a shame Rafe- I really thought we had something” I shook my head stepping backwards.

“Top told me what happened at the party Rafe”. The words felt like I was being stabbed in the heart all over again. I wanted to melt into the floor. His eyes widened and his teeth gritted together. He really looked like he was going to give up and admit what he’d done. “The fuck you mean topper told you? Told you what?” Rafe shook his head pulling a face of disgust as if I didn’t know what I was talking about. I just laughed and began to walk off. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back staring into my eyes hard. “Y/n, I didn’t do anything at that party, I promise” “that’s not what he told me”. Rafe looked across at the boys before saying “Come on then” he interlocked our fingers and pulled me over to his group.

“Rafe- please no” I shook my head trying to pull back. “I’ve got you I promise” he rubbed my my hand. “Top, what is this about you telling y/n I was doing shit at the party, what type of shit?” Rafe question raising an eyebrow. All the boys turned to look at topper. He looked around before looking me up and down. I was wearing Jean shorts and a little lacy white top, his glare always felt so sexualising and uncomfortable. He started laughing as if he didn’t know what to say, his arms came out and then slapped his knees.

“Does anyone else remember me doing shit at the party?” He looked around the group and all the boys either shook their heads or shrugged. “So- why’d you stop replying to me?” I asked him in a small, innocent voice. “Around eleven?” Kelce asked me, I nodded my head a bit confused about how he knew. “Rafes phone died so he went to put it on charge in the kitchen, but we were outside”. I turned back to rafe and he was looking at me already, as if to say I told you so. I self consciously wrapped my arms around my waist. He saw this and took a step closer to me putting an arm on my shoulder blade.

Rafe then turned back to topper “what the hell did you say bro?” “I may have indicated that you did some drugs- and acted- un loyally” topper shrugged with a smirk on his face not caring at all that he’d caused massive problems between me and Rafe. “Why would you lie to me? I’ve never done wrong by you topper” I frowned furiously, wanting to know the why behind all this. “Same reason rafe’s with you, to get you into bed” he shrugged as if that wasn’t disgustingly downgrading, uncouth and disrespectful. I stood there horrified, my stomach twisted.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that” Rafe made a massive step towards topper but the boys all jumped up and held him back. “Calm the fuck down Rafe, she’s just a girl” “she’s my fucking girl topper! You remember that!” rafe pointed at him angrily shouting and struggling against the boys. At this point lots of people were looking towards our little group. “You’re telling me you actually have feelings for her?” Topper threw his head back laughing.

“Yes! I fucking do! And you almost ruined it, your a selfish bastard- get the fuck out of here” Rafe pulled away from the boys backing up next to me again. “Rafe calm down- I didn’t think it was that deep” “it is” he replied, still pointing at him in furry. “Go home” Rafe ordered moving his hand now to the truck. Topper looked around for support from the other boys but he didn’t receive it. “Fine, god you’re so sensitive these days” topper rolled his eyes picking up his chair.

Rafe watched as he packed up his things and got into his car without looking back. “I can’t believe he’d make shit up because he wanted to sleep with your girl” kelce scoffed watching as the car drove away. “I promise you y/n nothing happened at that party, you have this guy wrapped around your finger, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you, you’re all he talks about, the way he smiles when you text him- I’ve never seen him like this” kelce relayed to me confidently, making Rafe stand there awkwardly rubbing his arm and turning bright red.

“Shall we go and talk?” I smiled genuinely brushing his arm with one finger, Rafe nodded his head and threw his arm around my shoulders like a scarf as we left. But before we did he gave a little head nod to his friend as a sign of respect to him. Me and Rafe went over to the side of the field where it was a little quieter. We sat down on a bench and I took his hand playing with his fingers. “I’m sorry I didn’t just- speak to you about it” I sighed talking in a small voice, I was embarrassed about how I handled the situation.

“Y/n I’m not mad at you, I’m not surprised you believe him I know I- have a reputation” rafe chewed on his lip, looking around. “But I’m done with all that, túnel visón now only, ya know” he nodded to make sure I agreed with him. “You really like me?” “There’s no words for how much I like you babe, but yeah let’s go with that” he smirked, I put my hand on his cheek and mirrored his smirk before leaning in to kiss him.

He kissed me like he thought he’d never have the chance to again. He kissed me like he had missed me and that I loved. I matched his energy feeling my insides grow butterfly’s and my cheeks get hot. “I really like you back Rafe” I whispered leaning my forehead against his. “So no more secrets? Let’s be official, that way you can come to the parties with me” he smirked rubbing my cheek with his rough thumb. I nodded excitedly throwing my arms around his neck hugging him.

“Gosh, the privilege of being your first girlfriend” I giggled. He squeezed me “first and last, babe”.

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[sssarrrra]

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 “𝐰𝐡𝐲”: 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡

Nikolai grins, when he hears: “Why are you doing this?”. Gogol pretends to answer this question with delight, not to show that he's terrified. Of what? Not having the answer to "why". He hates this word so much. It triggers his self-doubt, non-stop questioning of himself, everlasting mistrust of every thought that he has.

Nikolai feels a pit opening up inside his stomach. If they ask him “why”, it means his actions don't make sense. They don't understand the meaning behind his deeds. Maybe, it doesn't exist?

Gogol doesn't know “why” himself. Fyodor Dostoevsky gave him the answer he liked. But was it a real answer to Nikolai's “why?”. The doubt lingers, no matter how much he wishes it would disappear. Why is he like this? Will he feel better when he finds out eventually?

[seaoftales]

@ryathenaughtykitsune sent: *sends a catnip wine soon after the catnip toy* 'From your favorite smuggler~ Drink up Kitty.'

Bottle in hand, the note on it very much telling who sent it, Lucci's eyes narrowed just a little bit.

He vividly remembered what it took to get him away from the catnip stuffed toy, how it took three of their strongest members to pry him way from it, Blueno having to dispose of the wretched thing to gods knew where using his Devil Fruit powers. Not to mention that Jabra wouldn't stop teasing him about it, which caused several fights between them they were in the end reprimanded and written up for.

He wouldn't fall for it. Not this time. Not after what had happened with the damned oversized cat toy.

Tracking her down didn't prove to be too much of an issue. Lucci tended to keep tabs on Ryas whereabouts mainly for purely selfish reasons, though there were times where she very much proved useful in gathering intel for him that he'd need for one or the other mission.

Luckily, when Lucci finally found her, Akagami was nowhere around, and her crew seemed none the wiser that he was watching them for some time. Only when they either went into the nearby bar or retreated below deck did the Zoan user make himself known.

❝ You've caused me a great deal of trouble recently. I hope you know that, ❞ was all he said, the words leaving his lips in a whisper as he appeared behind her.

[hikikomoriaesthetic]

What is a song that best describes you?

hard to pick just a few... i'll choose a couple!! they are a bit varying so i'll put them in different categories!! ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

─ ⊹ ⊱꒰angst꒱⊰ ⊹ ─

─ ⊹ ⊱꒰lovesick꒱⊰ ⊹ ─

[alexiapp]

𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐭.𝟐

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀’𝗌：swearing, angst fluff in the end (Mapi and ingrid aren’t dating in this sorry!!). 𝐏𝐭. 𝟑

As you drove in the middle of the night the dark streets of Barcelona, light rain pouring down flooding the floors and streets. Tears welling in your eyes blocking your view of the road as you sniffled. Wiping those tears as you let out light cries.

Your heart felt heavy, you couldn’t wrap your head around what just happened. You’re in such a dark place in your head, and you needed someone to stay so you decided to go to Mapi’s house, the one place you can call home.

As you pulled into Mapi’s drive way you turned off your car engine, reached to the back seat and grabbed your duffel bag full of your stuff you swung the bag on your shoulders, stepped out the car with a slump in your stance.

You were miserable, you had no energy no fight left in you. As you heard the front door to the tattooed woman’s house open, She came hurrying her pace with open arms as she met you half way. “𝐎𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐚 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲“ She said in a concerned tone, those words made you break down as you wrapped your arms around her stuffing your head in her neck.

Mapi took your bag from your shoulders and carried it. The sobs coming from you getting louder, Mapi acted in fear of complaints of the neighbors took you inside keeping one hand around your shoulders for comfort.

She brought you to the couch and went inside her room to drop off your bag. She came to where you were sitting on the couch and said “𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲/𝐧?“ she said looking at you rubbing your back, You let out a nod in response. The blonde haired tattooed women got up and filled up a glass of water from her sink. She walked over and handed it to you. “𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐲/𝐧“ as you lifted your shaky hands and brought the glass to your mouth and took a sip. “𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫?“ Mapi said, She already knew partly of what’s been happening between you and Ale’s relationship, you felt like she was the only person you could turn to in a time of need.

“𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐬“ you said struggling to find words, as Mapi was interrupted by a phone ringing, my phone ringing. Me and Mapi looked at each other as we looked down at my phone and saw 𝐡𝐞𝐫 calling me…Alexia, and when i pressed ignore she called me again persistently.

Mapi snatched the phone and answered the phone with a scowl on her face “𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?!” you said in a hushed whisper trying to grab your phone out of Mapi’s grasp “𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐚, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.“ Mapi said in a stern tone finger pointing in the air as if Alexia was in front of her, “𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐢 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩“ you said pleading with Mapi.

“𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨? 𝐘/𝐧 ? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 ?𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞“ Alexia said her voice raspy from maybe crying for so long. Mapi ended the call. 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝...

𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 🫣 𝐢’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝟐 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 !! 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ?! 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽 ! (dm me for ideas)

[kcngdom]

A, F, O (celine & lucien)

─ SEXY ABC.  

A ─ After care. Do they take care of each other after sex ? How ? A: SIM! Lucien é muito cuidadoso quando se trata da Celine, porque sabe que sexo é uma experiência nova para ela. Ele costuma encher a banheira e carregar ela para tomarem banho juntos; após, faz questão de que ela se alimente bem para repor as energias gastas e poderem transar de novo. Além de que toda relação sexual deles é baseada em diálogos, então ele sempre está preocupado em saber se ela precisa ou quer algo. No fim da noite, é certo que eles estarão abracadinhos e oferecendo um cafuné confortável para sua princesa.

F ─ First time. How was their first time together ?  Was any of them nervous ?  Did it live up to their expectations ? A: Lucien é um homem que, pela sua natureza demoníaca, tem um repertório de experiências amplo. É certo que ele não estava nervoso, mas estava intrigado em como seria sua primeira experiência de corrupção de um ser que já não era mais tão puro. Estarem em lados opostos (céu e inferno), não foi um fator relevante para como ele se portou; limites e diálogos foram estabelecidos muito antes deles realmente partirem para ação. Ele já havia sido o primeiro de outras pessoas, mas a experiência com Celine foi muito diferente de tudo o que ele já tivera — a culpa disso, talvez, tenha sido da conexão que eles carregavam desde o princípio.

O ─ O’clock. What time do they usually have sex  ( mornings, late at night, during lunch break, etc… ) ?  Are they usually in a rush, or do they take their time ? How about on weekends / holidays ?   A: Bem... Estamos falando de Asmodeus. Para ele, não há hora hábil para sexo, mas gosta muito morning sex. Tudo depende do contexto e da vontade, mas, de modo geral, prefere que tudo seja calmo e bem aproveitado, não tem pressa quando se trata de sexo. E claro, não há dia específico para inovar. Para Lucien, tudo realmente depende do contexto.

[piperbellinger]

🛒 fletcher & joanne. fácil essa ein! 🤠👈🏼

love language: quality time starters.

status: aceitando.

joanne davis era a criatura mais detestável que fletcher já teve a oportunidade de conhecer. céus! como ela era tensa. o desafeto, contudo, nunca se mostrou ser um motivo para o afastamento dos dois, eles se encontram nas situações mais inesperadas quando fora do trabalho e do pequeno prédio que eles dividiam, morando um do lado do outro. o passar dos dias tediosos, distantes da vida na alta sociedade, os passatempos do agora bartender eram concentrados unicamente em dar festas memoráveis naquele cubículo que vinha chamando de apartamento e de perturbar a estudante de biologia. se ela pedia para que abaixasse o som, ele fazia questão de aumentar. se ela pedia que chegasse mais cedo no bar para ajudá-la a carregar as caixas de bebidas que o proprietário pedia, ele chegaria trinta minutos depois apenas para deixá-la perturbada. adorava observar cada pequena reação dela e adorava ainda mais vê-la possessa com cada pequena coisa que fazia.

se ódio e amor são separados por uma linha tênue, para fletcher essa linha estava cada vez mais quebrável. vez ou outra ele se flagrava pensando que, na verdade, joanne era bonita e que seria ainda mais se não fosse tão frígida. ela, por sua vez, não parecia enxergá-lo com outros olhos, as orbes de cor clara brilhando de ódio e rancor toda as vezes em que encontrava as dele. não era um incômodo para ele, o bartender gostava de saber que, no fim do dia, ela sentia alguma coisa por ele.

fazer compras de mercado tinha se tornado uma tarefa odiável desde que seus pais haviam limpado sua conta bancária. o carrinho que empurrava pelo supermercado se resumia principalmente a dois itens, engradados de cerveja e comida enlatada — ele não era um bom cozinheiro e nem se esforçava para cozinhar algo decente. estava na sessão de congelados quando os cabelos loiros e a silhueta familiar da vizinha e colega de trabalho compuseram aquele cenário, fazendo os cantos de seus lábios se ergueram em um sorriso. “então quer dizer que você sai de casa?” disse em um tom brincalhão, ainda que a expressão de joanne denunciasse que ela não estava de bom humor. “achei que suas compras fossem feitas por delivery como a de qualquer eremita.” comentou dando de ombros, colocando algumas garrafas de iogurte no carrinho de compras da loira despreocupadamente, na intenção de provocá-la. “imagino que você vai pagar isso pra mim em favor da boa vizinhança.”

[1-cardheart-1]

I got a smut request if it's alright what about Dom mean buddha from record of Ragnarok x sub male reader who kept purposely kept riling up Buddha with touches and bending down in front of him because male reader "dropped" something and finally after male reader grinds his ass against Buddha he cracks and fucks male reader roughly against a wall telling male reader to shut up before they get caught 🙇‍♂️

— Stay quiet —

{𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫} 𝐂𝐖: 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜, 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐚, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞), 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 (𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐝)

{𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞…..𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?}

“(M/n)……” 

You looked back up at your husband innocently while your hands were trailing up his shirt. 

“Hm? Yes Buddha?” You hummed with a smile while pulling your hands away from your husband's body.

“You’re really pushing my limits sweetheart” 

Your chuckle echoed through the hallway of your palace and you moved your hand to squeeze your husband’s biceps “Am I? But I’m not even doing anything…” you pouted and Buddha pulled you into a hug till your back pressed against his chest. 

“Don’t act all innocent” He grumbled, his hot breath brushing against your ear causing the hairs on your neck to rise, a slight shiver went down your spine but your eyes twinkled with a mischievous look.

“Are you upset?…~” You hummed with a teasing grin as you grind your ass against your husband's crotch causing him to stiffen up. “No need to get so angry!~” You stuck your tongue out at him and placed your hand on your husband so he’d loosen his grip around you. 

“I’d love to continue chatting with you, but I do have a meeting to attend…! So if you don’t mind letting-“

You were cut off when you suddenly felt yourself being pushed up against the wall of your hallway, you shivered feeling the cold wall press against your skin. You felt the god behind you tighten his grip around your waist in one hand and the other one kept you pinned against the wall. 

“Don’t think you’ll get to walk away from me like this” Buddha growled from behind you. His hand quickly went to the hem of your pants and tugged them down along with your underwear in a swift move.

You let out a squeak feeling the cold air hit the lower half of your bare body and felt your face turn red realizing that you might have pushed your husband's buttons a little too hard.

“Ah!- Wait B-Buddha!” 

“Shut up” 

Buddha pulled his pants and underwear down, letting them fall to the floor as he pressed his semi-hard cock against your plump ass. “You don’t get to complain after the stunt you pulled” He grumbles as he grabs a handful of your ass, creasing the soft and plump flesh. Hearing you moan in response only made him grin wider as he pressed his cock against your entrance. 

You gasped feeling his cock press against your entrance before he went in with one go, You choked out a moan feeling him stretch you open. You clawed at the wall in front of you while panting, Feeling your legs already shaking from how full you felt.

Meanwhile, Buddha moaned from how tight you were, both his hands were now placed on your hips with a strong grip, probably gonna cause bruising later.

Your husband didn’t waste any time and immediately started thrusting into you. You moaned feelings him pull out only until the tip of his cock was left inside of you and then slammed back into you harshly.

“Fuck….you’re so tight around me…I bet you like this don’t you?” You heard your husband growl against your ear. You could only whimper and moan in response as he fucked you against the wall.

“Answer me brat. Your the one who kept touching me and bending over like that! This is what you wanted isn’t it?”

A whine escaped your throat as your cock twitched at your husband's words. All you could do was let out a weak yes as his cock started hitting your prostate repeatedly.

“Lord (M/n)!!!! Where are you??” A voice called worriedly

“My lord your gonna be late for your meeting!!”

Your heart dropped hearing your servants’ voices yell across the palace trying to search for you. You softly moaned and looked back at your husband with pleading eyes, hoping he would take mercy on you. But all you were met with was your husband biting your shoulder harshly.

Your breath hitched in surprise as you let out a groan, whining now that your husband wasn’t taking any mercy on you.

“If you don’t want to get caught then stay quiet” Buddha mumbled against your shoulder as he continued with the rough thrust deep inside of you. All you could do was let out a sob and quickly covered used your hand to cover your mouth, trying to muffle your moan so you wouldn’t get caught.

The knot in your stomach tightened up from the cock inside of you, abusing your prostate. Buddha let out a deep grunt while cursing out profanities behind you, feeling you suddenly tighten around his cock.

His pace quickened as he began to chase his orgasm, louder and more animalistic grunts left his throat as he fucked you. The loud sound of skin slapping didn’t help either. You glared at your husband who was being too noisy and pinched his arm which didn’t seem to faze him one bit.

“S-shut up…You’re too loud!”

“I’m close……~”

Buddha's cock twitches inside of you causing you to let out a hitched moan, You looked at the small pool of pre-cum under you, your face turning a deep red at the sight. With one last thrust, the knot in your stomach popped. You threw your head back against your husband's shoulder and let out a high-pitched moan as you came against the wall.

Buddha let out a deep moan before cumming deep inside you, he continues thrusting into to ride out his orgasm before stopping completely and resting his chin on top of your head as he panted.

Your legs gave out causing you to fall, but Buddha quickly wrapped his arms around you holding you up as you both tried recovering from your orgasms.

A loud shriek echoed through the hallway as there stood one of your servants with a beet-red face, their hands covering their eyes as they stammered “M-my L-lord!?!??!”

“I told you to stay quite sweetheart”

“I’ll will literally beat you”