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[melondecarabia]

⋆˙⟡ hotarubi nsfw headcanons 

mdni! 

fem reader 

authors note: teeheehee :3 it's so late rn 

tw: hotarubi is the horniest dorm, lowkey crazy subaru, masochism, zenji's third leg 

smut under the cut! 

subaru 

no experience, which is pretty expected. he's waiting for the right one! which is you. 

what if i told you he's a dominant top. if you ask, he can bottom, but by default he wants to top. gets incredibly horny to be the one to bring you pleasure. 

speaking of pleasure, he would ask you to not masturbate! he wants you to seek him out whenever you're even slightly in the mood. tug on subaru's sleeve while he's talking to someone, and he'll politely excuse himself to help out. it keeps him assured you won't leave yandere coded

you might not notice, but he's horny at pretty much all times. first he's looking at the flowers around hotarubi, thinks about how you'd like their scent, and then he's thinking about the scent of sex that filled his room last night. oops. 

he's into shibari. i just know it. he has the patience to make all those intricate patterns to bind you, and even finds it a good form of meditation. and when he's done tying you up? well, there's a powerful, state of the art vibrator with your name on it. it's in your favorite color too :) 

his dick is very pretty! slightly longer, a soft rosy pink, and keeps his hair minimal, with usually only a bit of peach fuzz. he's so pent up he cums buckets. 

seeing you laugh with some classmates might first ignite insecurity, but as his confidence strengthens with your help, subaru becomes possessive. that night, he's experimenting to find out how many orgasms it takes for you to forget the day's events. 

he doesn't have much stamina, so the tactic is this: extend the foreplay and teasing for so long you start crying and begging for him to do something, and after getting you to the brink of overstimulation, he finally fucks you. cums even faster if you cry. a gentle sadist. though, even the slightest amount of overstimulation for him quickly results in quiet sobbing. 

praises you constantly. calls you beautiful, says you're taking this so well, etc etc. will never degrade you. if he's jealous, he quietly insults the people who caused the ugly feeling. 

very quiet, and communicates pleasure in hums and deep breaths. tries to get you to scream his name! 

only has sex when there's plenty of time, and it has to be either in his or your room. preferably at his, since he's gone through the trouble to soundproof the walls and set up a hook for rigging. 

very rarely lets you go down on him, not because he doesn't like it, but because he loses his composure so badly that he might even (gasp) let out a curse word! 

for aftercare, subaru bathes you, and feeds you treats while pampering you with headpats and compliments. 

haku 

opposite of his captain, haku's… experienced. he has hooked up plenty of times, but hasn't even had a friends with benefits situation. commitment is scary. 

when haku was in his slut era, he often topped. now that he's in a relationship with you, and he's comfortable? he's a submissive bottom. you can do whatever you want with him! 

what if i said masochist haku. he's into bdsm. he calls you princess all day, but in private, your title is mistress. 

his dick is average. keeps the hair tamed enough, nothing special… he's already disappointed his family. that is to say, he has 3 jacob's ladder piercings. 

haku's not that horny! but then you walk in or send him a text or he looks at his lockscreen… he's down diabolical. sends thirsty texts, even in class. 

the two of you had attended a tea tasting ceremony, featuring high quality matcha. it was prepared by subaru, and zenji had recited poetry for entertainment. as soon as you close the door to his room and turn around, haku is already kneeling and asks you to spit in his mouth for another taste. and you do, because he managed to keep it in his pants for the day. he swallows and thanks you. 

teases you by wearing a leather harness under his shirt, and flashes it to you during the day. 

favorite hobby? making out with you. even if it doesn't lead to sex, being around you is comforting. also likes to cuddle and listen to your heartbeat. 

moaner final boss. kissing him? moan. slapping his dick? moan. sucking his nipple? you already know it. loud! 

he would do it anywhere, but due to his volume, it's better to do it in private. 

date idea! getting an r&r permit, and visiting a new novelty love hotel room. his favorite so far was a castle themed one. 

as he likes to be tormented, aftercare is on you. icing any bruises, words of love, etc. he looks adorable while sipping on a juice box under the covers. 

zenji 

let's say he can touch you. brought back to life or whatever. 

has had a few experiences, and remembers them fondly! would tell you about them if asked. 

switch vers. does whatever feels right at the moment, with very strong enthusiasm. 

that being said, zenji would very much like for you to sit on his face at all times. or let him eat you out in any other way. will beg on his knees, and he might be into that. reminds him of old courting rituals. also nicely asks you to not shave, saying something about wild nature? 

absolutely cums untouched while doing it too. scent, taste, touch… he gets lost in the sauce, and whines if you move away. 

his obsession with pussy might be for the better, as his dick is actually huge. the biggest out of the ghouls, or entire campus actually. also goes au naturel, hair wise. the happy trail he has… hehehe. 

only practices penetrative sex after a lot of preparation. thankfully, he's self aware of what mother nature has given him. 

if the two of you do go for it, he absolutely holds hands during it. cries openly while repeating your name, and babbles broken poetry about stars in your eyes. 

constantly ready. not actively horny, but very easily aroused. a simple sentence whispered in his ear will get him to shiver with anticipation. 

keeps pen and paper closeby to immediately write about your tryst between sheets, and even does it between rounds. 

if zenji's frustrated that the words aren't flowing on paper like they're supposed to, sitting on his desk and opening your legs will immediately cheer him up. there's practically a wagging tail visible as he lifts your skirt up and gets to work. 

sensitive nipples. you could get zenji to cum just by playing with them. 

whimperer supreme! also extremely talkative, and not just with compliments. he gets off by describing how your body reacts to each action. 

frequently suggests outdoor sex, especially on sunny days. if you're away for a while, he uses the time the two of you made love in an apple orchard as fodder for… self love. he misses you already :( writes about it and gives the letters to you. 

aftercare with zenji? calming down in each other's arms while making eye contact. he'll eventually move to get a towel to wipe you down and fetch some water, but he loves these moments so deeply. just a moment more. 

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 | rex sloan 'splode' x gender neutral reader

love mail — general + romantic headcanons (at the end..) for rex sloan as promised ! if u can catch on to the little notes that hint at in this fic, you get a bandaid bc i'm sorry for writing that (〃_ _)σ. no layout bc im on my phone, will fix l8r :3

now... dating rex at the beginning is.. tough. you had to admit, there were quite the number of ocassions you considered breaking up with him. he was just so.. reckless, and sometimes he was just an absolute jerk! it was like he had no regard for your feelings, and you were getting sick of him struggling to even do the bare minimum.

there was a point, he remembers it well. mark and eve had invited you and rex to a double date, it wasn't at all with bad intentions, even considering rex's history with eve. just a good opportunity for friends to bond, and you happily agreed while rex just gave a relunctant huff.

and it wasn't intentional, but.. something about rex changed that night. you were so — happy — around mark and eve. making quips, playing games, easily talking to them — he had never seen you smile like that in so long. but while he was (unknowingly) admiring that expression of yours, rex sees the way it ever so slightly falters at the sight of mark and eve bring each other in for a kiss.. a longing look in your eyes for that kind of love. but you're quick to brush it off when they turn their attention back to you, like it never happened, like your heart wasn't dying inside.

rex didn't want that, he didn't want to see you sad like that ever again. and so, he wanted to be better.

that morning, waking up again to an empty bed — no surprise — but what did surprise you was the fresh plate of breakfast on your nightstand, and a note that just had r.s, rex's initials. it's all your favorites, from choice of main course, to sides, and fruits or vegetables. you wonder what prompted such.. an oddly romantic gesture, but you don't question it.

after finishing the delightful breakfast, you make your way to the bathroom, only to grumble in realization that you had just finished the last of your skincare products — but again, like the world expected you to complain, newly bought restocks right where you usually kept each product. now this was just suspicious, especially the dumb stickynote with (an admittedly poor rendition of) rex's proud face on it. "what is up with him today?" you muttered, being a little unsettled with all the kind things he's been doing today. and it's only been two, kind of speaks volumes the kind of relationship you two had before he changed.

with a freshly washed face (that harbored a confused expression), you make your way to the kitchen — following the sound of dishes being washed and the hums of your boyfriend. "rex?" his head turns to the sound of your voice, and there he was. hair up, as per usual, shirtless — as per usual — and looking like he actually liked doing dishes. which, no, the rex you've been dating would rather get into a dumb argument with who should wash.

"what have you done with my boyfriend." you say, genuinely a little threatened. if a rex clone came to try and assassinate you through pretending to be your lover, they were doing a horrible impression of him. "babe.." rex sighed, turning the sink off and brushed his hands dry against a nearby towel, not missing the skeptical look you gave him.

"i know.. that i haven't been the best." he began, walking towards you. you felt even more skeptical, where is this coming from? "i saw it, last night, at the party."

he's standing infront of you now, those pretty eyes of his that always catch your attention are piercing into him, it's a little intimidating — really. "i know i'vw been a jerkwad, hell, much worse than that." rex's hand slowly trails up to your cheek, brushing strands of hair away as he sees the face of the person he fell inlove with. his heart aches at the affection he's giving you, to think you were so.. starved of it. he was a horrible man, and to think he promised to care for you. "and i'm so, so sorry, honey. please, i.. i wish i could fix it all overnight, but i'll try."

his other hand takes yours, bringing it up to his lips and presses feather light kisses on your palm, a promise. a promise you would never expect rex to be making. "i'll try to be good. i want to make up for all the times i treated you like shit, like you weren't the person that deserved the whole world and more. and if.." rex stutters, his tongue dying at the words. "if.. you don't want to forgive me, and you want to leave, i'll help you pack your bags and— mmh"

you place your hand that he was kissing over his lips, shutting him up. "stop being so sappy, idiot. i forgive you."

from that day onwards, rex tries his best to be better. taking you out on dates based on places you've mentioned, and your personal favorite was when he brought you (as a surprise) to a themepark you frequented in your childhood. seeing that glint of child-like excitement in your eyes, he wouldn't trade your happiness for the world. he'd let it all burn to see you smile.

he's been trying to be more honest, but also to be a good listener. he wants to be there to soothe you, the same way he's present for when you're happy. for every bad and good moment, he wants nothing more but to share it with you. he's spent so long shutting people out, rex has come to terms that he should treasure the person who fought to keep themselves in.

and may immortal keep him sane, when he sees you with a baby. evem worse, a baby girl. god, he wants a baby girl so bad — biological or adopted, he doesn't care. he just wants to have a family with you. his future, it's all you. he gets better as a person, as a hero, and eventually retire with you by his side. his full, undying, loving attention on you till your last breath.

rex loves you with his whole heart. and he hopes that he can make you believe that.

[andromydagalaxy]

Satisfaction - Part Two

~ NSFW, teacher x student ~

Reader is falling for their teacher.

Hey, yall. Hope you enjoy this getting turned into a full story with a plot as much as I am. I plan on making this four parts :3

~~~

Nothing has changed since you hooked up Schlatt. It’s like nothing had happened between you two, and it was all just a crazy, vivid dream. The past couple weeks of calculus class have been him avoiding your gaze, not talking to you, and treating you like all of your peers. There’s so much uncertainty in the air, at least for you; Schlatt’s air seems unaffected. The daydreams about him feel neverending, it’s like an addiction, they haven’t stopped since then. When you try to stop the scenarios of suggestive glances during class, horny texts during school, late-night rendezvous at his house, dates on the other side of town, they break back into your mind like an intruder. They aren’t all sexual, they’ve shifted romantically. You’re falling for him, or at least an idea of him you’ve been messing around with in your head. The subconscious part of you that expected more after hooking up with him was wondering where it all was, and the strangest part is this isn’t typical for you. No one has ever made you feel so giddy and delusional. But now you're stuck, quietly sitting in the back of his class, dreaming away like before.

“Alright, you devils, be quiet and look up here.” Schlatt walks briskly through the door and throws his stuff on his desk. His hair is shaggier than ever, he’s at his most disheveled by the end of the week. Fridays are your favorite not because of the weekend but because this man is at his most sarcastic and messy. “Gotta get you dumbasses ready for the final, so we’re gonna solve this problem together.” He writes on the board and you drift off, disinterested in learning the same fucking shit you’ve been learning from him the past year. It’s more fun daydreaming about him doing what you want. 

He asks you to stay after school. While he grades homework, you can’t help but be a distraction. Climbing into his lap, running your hands all over his body, kissing him, grinding on him. He pulls out his cock for you to bounce on in your little skirt, while he continues working. But you want his eyes piercing into yours, his hands controlling the thrusts, his moans carrying around the room. You want all of his attention.

“Adin, that’s not even something you could do with this problem.” 

You trace your lips against his ear. “Schlatt.” He squirms, his cock growing inside of you. 

“Baby.” He rubs his hand across your back, pulling you closer. “I need to finish my work.” 

“Daddy.” You’re breathing heavy in his ear, whispering your words. Your fingers comb through his curls, lightly tugging as you move your body up and down his length. 

“Fuck.” He throws his pen on the desk, grabbing your waist and lifting you up and down. “Such a whore can’t even wait to get yourself off.”

“Morgan put the damn phone away!”

He lifts you on his desk on top of all the homework, standing over you and sliding his cock back in. He stares down at your pussy, listening to the sounds you're making from the pressure and speed of his thumb on your clit while stuffing his entire length inside you and dragging it out to the very tip. It’s slow and conscious; he wants you to cum. 

“Please don’t stop, that feels so good.” You pull your legs up higher.

Schlatt hums, nibbling on his bottom lip. “I’m not stopping until you cum so hard you can’t even think.”

“You’re on the right track, but you missed a step.”

He grabs a fistful of your hair, leaning in closer to you. “I want your sweat dripping all over your classmates' homework.” Your gut twists and your breathing grows heavier. You lock eyes with him. “Yeah?” Desperate for him to say more, you nod your head and mouth out a yeah. “You wanna cum on top of all their work?” 

You moan and whine, writhing against him, wanting him to go faster. Talk more. Grab every part of your body. “Dirty little slut, what would they think?” You feel that familiar tightness in your legs. 

“Daddy, keep talking, I’m so close.”

“That’s it baby. Want you to soak my thick dick with your wetness. Make a mess all over your teacher’s cock.” 

“No, that’s not.” Schlatt’s real voice pulls you back into your surroundings. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose, holding the marker over the equation. “Y/N.” Your ears perk up as his voice echoes in your head. You haven’t heard your name come out of his mouth in so long. “You know what to do next?” Your eyes meet his, the explicit images fading out of your mind. You realize how warm your face feels and how tense your legs are from squeezing your thighs together.

“Uhhh.” You look at the board behind him, trying to take it all in. Everyone is quiet, waiting for your answer. Schlatt is waiting for his best student to show your incompetent peers how it’s done. But he rarely calls for your help on the spot like this and you can’t get your brain to work.

“You back there daydreaming again?” 

Oh, my fucking god. Your stomach drops to your butt, swallowing as your throat tightens. Your gaze moves down, away from Schlatt’s judgemental eyes, your body moving with it, slumping into your seat. You want to sink into yourself. His comment hit your soul like he’s trying to target you, rub salt in the wound, and subliminally tell you this isn’t happening again. This is all a mistake that needs to be swept under the rug. 

It isn’t uncommon for Schlatt to poke fun at his students; a month ago, you might not have minded, but now you’re overwhelmed with embarrassment, sadness, and rejection. 

Your eyes dampen as you count down the minutes until you can leave.

~~~

You sit in the bathroom stall, wiping away the few tears that quietly fell down your cheeks. Graduation is in a few weeks, and you’ve been mentally done with school for a while now. The time spent with your school friends has been lackluster; you didn’t want to tell them you fucked your teacher because they would probably just freak out. Being in an empty house is boring you to death. Everything is uninteresting, except him. You’re craving his attention and praise. Nothing else matters.

You take a deep breath, grab your bag off the bathroom floor, and walk out of the stall into the hallway. His classroom door is closed and empty. Praying he hasn’t left yet, you go to the first floor to search for him. Checking the library, you see him sitting with a student, pointing at some papers on the table. You debate walking in and sitting down to watch them, but the longer you stare through the window, the more your feet feel glued to the ground.

“Who are we staring at?” You jump at the voice, seeing your friend standing and staring into the library next to you.

“Fucking hell.” You keep Schlatt in your peripheral, not wanting him to get away. “I don’t know, I’m just people watching.” Your friend squints at the few groups of people seated, noticing nothing particularly intriguing. 

“Okay, weirdo. Are we hanging at your place tonight?” You swallow, looking back at Schlatt, noticing him laugh a bit. What is he laughing at? What did she say to him? She can’t be that funny. Not enough to make him laugh.

“Um.” You look back over at your friend, waiting for your response. “I’m not really feeling it tonight dude, sorry.” She nods her head.

“It’s chill, don’t worry about it.” You quickly focus your attention back to Schlatt. Your friend is still standing there, observing your strange behavoir. “You know, I’m always here if you need to talk about anything.” Your shoulders soften. “You don’t have to go through shit alone. It worries me when you isolate yourself ‘cause you always come back telling me all the impulsive shit you did.” Your gaze softens, as you turn to give her a thankful smile. 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” She raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing a word your saying but regardless, chooses to butt out 

“Just don’t get into some dumb shit, okay?” She pulls you in for a hug. “I’ll see ya.” And walks away. You watch her walk for a moment, wondering if she had a point, if you were acting maybe a little irrational. Or impulsive. You look back at Schlatt, now alone and collecting his things. You fix your hair up, watching him walk towards the door. He turns towards you out the door. 

“Hey.” Schlatt jumps back, genuinely scared of your presence. “Oops, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Jesus, Y/N.” He straightens himself out, clears his throat, and checks around the hallway before turning back to you. “Why are you standing here?”

“What, I can’t stand here?” He stares at you, unimpressed.

“Come on, Hon.” This fucker. “What do you want?” You feel rage bubbling up by him treating you like you’re just a random person.

“You know what I want.” Schlatt looks over at the library, growing nervous.

“Can we not talk about this here?” His voice is low, not trying to draw attention. You feel your ears burning. 

“Where then? I don’t wanna wait any longer.” You raise your voice, feeling like causing a scene, embarrassing him like he embarrassed you. He grabs your wrist, pulling you away from the open door and the windows of the library, towards the end of the hall. 

“Listen.” He leans down, his face close to yours, not letting go of your wrist. “We’re not doing that again.” He continues keeping it vague. 

“Doing what again?” You play dumb, wanting to tease him, get him to verbally say what you two did. Maybe it will make something snap in his brain. Remind him how good it felt. 

He looks at you sternly, not wanting to budge. “You know what.”

“Sir.” You smirk. “I really don’t know. Can you remind me, please?” Schlatt is visibly irritated, brows furrowing and lips pressing together.

“I’m not having sex with you again.” You cringe at his words, layered with the scent of alcohol on his breath. He has to have a stash somewhere in his desk for him to be smelling so strongly of alcohol at the end of the school day. Is this why he sweats so much? Or why he’s so mean sometimes? 

“Bet you would if you were as drunk as last time.” He tightens his grip on your wrist, panic now forming in his eyes.

“We’re keeping all of this between us. You understand, Toots?” You don’t fight his grip, missing the way his hands handled your body. You bite your lip, moving your face closer to his. 

“What’s in it for me?” You notice a silver cross dangling around his neck and use your free hand to slip the chain through your fingers. Schlatt lets out a long sigh.

“What’d you want, extra credit?” You stare at him silently, continuing to play with his necklace, twirling it around your fingers. “I told you, I’m not fucking you again.” You pull your wrist out of his grasp and back away from him, looking behind you at two students’ backs walking towards the other end of the hall, wondering if they saw anything. You turn back to Schlatt.

“I want whatever you're drinking.” 

Schlatt rolls his eyes. “Sure, I’ll buy you a bottl–”

“No. I want a drink now.” You cross your arms. “With you.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re not slick at all.”

“I’m not trying to be.” He stares at you, his body relaxing, finally taking your bait. 

“Fine, just gimme like five minutes, and you can come upstairs. I don’t want you following me.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause that’d look so weird.” You roll your eyes, watching him walk away, a smile growing under your rosy cheeks. You walk to the bathroom, throwing your bag into the handicap stall and jumping up and down like you're on a mini trampoline. You could sprint a marathon on the energy rushing through your body. You can’t recall a time someone, or even something, has made you this enthusiastic. 

You doll yourself up, fixing your hair, smearing on your lip gloss, and spraying your perfume. Crazy that it’s happening again, your daydreams molding your reality. It almost doesn’t feel real, but you’re ending up at his place one way or another.

~~~

“Can’t believe I’m getting blackmailed by you,” Schlatt mutters as you walk into his classroom. He’s leaning back in his chair, filling a large, fancy shot glass to the top. He holds the glass out for you. “This is my favorite glass. If you break it, I’ll kill you.” 

You smirk, walk over to his desk, and grab the glass. Schlatt stares at you as you slowly throw back the shot. You lock eyes with him as you swallow, a few drops dripping down your neck. The burn runs down your throat, but you don’t let your face constrict. He raises an eyebrow, grabs the glass from you, and pours himself a shot.

“You like Bénédictine?” He throws his shot back, face constricting. 

“No, I prefer vodka.” You pull your bag out and grab your weed pen. “Actually, I prefer weed.” Schlatt glares at you. 

“A stoner, great, just like all of your dumbass peers.” You cough out a cloud of smoke. A faint skunky smell filling your nose. “You shouldn’t be hitting that in here.”

You ignore his suggestion. “Don’t compare me to them.” He laughs. 

“Aww, you think you're special?”

You feel your heart thumping in your chest as you take another hit of your pen, your body sinking into the buzz. You know he’s just teasing, joking around. But you are special. He fucked you on this desk. The same one he uses every day. He’s giving you shots of his private stash of alcohol in school. Letting you hang out with him and getting you inebriated, despite saying this should never happen again. Sure, it’s technically blackmail, but there’s no way he thinks you’d tell his colleagues what happened. You’d never get to see him again. 

You make yourself comfortable on top of his desk. He pauses the typing on his laptop, looking you up and down, reminding you of the last time you were here. 

“Special enough for you to fuck me and give me alcohol.” His face falls, as he turns his chair slowly towards you. You’re both silent, challenging him to a clever response. He pours himself another shot, filling it right to the brim and throwing it back. He shakes his head at the burn. “What, no rebuttal?” He scrunches his face up, letting out a painful breath.

“Do you have anything better to do with your Friday than steal my liquor?” You glare at him. “You should be stealing it from your parents and doing drugs with your friends.” He continues typing aggressively. The liquor is starting to flow through your veins.

“I do that shit literally all the time. Like every Friday.” You walk to the open window, watching a man drive the mower over the soccer field under the warm spring sun. “I’m tired of being in that house.” 

“What are you avoiding your parents?” A lump forms in your throat, and your eyes grow damp. You bring your pen to your lips, taking in a deep breath of smoke and coughing it up to hide the water in your eyes. 

“Feels like they’re avoiding me. They’re never home.” You scoff. “Pour me another.” You hear him open the bottle and pour a shot as you lean against the glass, staring at the fields. 

“Why the fuck are you here when you could be home alone? That sounds like a teenager's dream.” Everything around you starts drifting away like it's being covered behind a glass box. Your house is always the spot for your friends. A two story, suburban with a nice backyard and a forest to explore. Fully furnished with comfortable seats and the newest electronics. You can do anything there: smoke, drink, snort. Not that you do snort, but you could. You could throw an entire party and invite everyone in your class, and they wouldn’t care, as long as they don’t come back to the house burnt down. You can do whatever. You can eat whatever. You can sleep whenever. You can fuck wherever. It’s like you have a free house, with landlords that visit a few times a month and buy all your food and supplies. It has its perks, and anytime you tell someone about it, they wish their parents were like that. But after a while, the silence and loneliness become unbearable.

“I don’t know.” You walk over to take your shot. “Just hate being there. It's boring.” You blow a long breath out, adjusting to the burn. “But, I guess it’s nice to have parents that don’t care to keep tabs on me.” You climb over Schlatt’s chair into his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“AY–” 

“Because it gets me into situations like this.” You go in for a sloppy kiss as he grabs your waist, halfheartedly trying to push you off, but moving his lips against yours. He hums. You taste the alcohol on his breath, as he moves his hands to your shoulders, pushing your lips away. 

“What did I say?” He squeezes your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes.

“I don’t remember, sir. Can you remind me?” He pushes you off his lap.

“You’re much cuter when you’re not acting like a clueless brat.” You stand next to him, eyeing the bottle of Bénédictine on his desk. This man is getting a brat whether he likes it or not. You know, deep down, he enjoys it. You grab the bottle off the desk and start chugging, getting a shot or two's worth in your mouth.

“Y/N!” Schlatt gets up from his chair, reaching for the bottle. You pull it away from his grasp. “Bitch, I swear to God!”

“What did you just call me?” You giggle, holding the bottle behind your back. He towers over you, clenching his fists. 

“A bitch, 'cause that’s what you are! Now, give me my fucking bottle!” He holds his hand out as he backs you into a corner. Your face feels warm and your breathing grows faster as his smell fills your senses. You love the way he calls you bitch. Pushing the boundaries and thinking with your throbbing clit, you quickly take another swig, keeping your eyes locked with his. He breathes out his nose like a bull ready to charge. 

“Give me that!” He grabs the bottom of the bottle, pulling it from your mouth, spilling some on your shirt. You swallow what's in your mouth, pulling the damp spot of your shirt away from your skin. 

“Now I’m gonna smell!” He walks away, putting the bottle in the bottom drawer. 

“You still need to drive home.” That is not happening. “I don’t wanna be responsible for your dumbass ending up in a ditch.” You walk over to your bag and pull out your perfume, getting an idea. You casually pull your shirt off, revealing your lacey, beige bra. Schlatt stares up at you, mouth slightly agape. You pretend to ignore him, spraying your perfume all over your chest. “Can you not strip in my classroom?”

You furrow your brows at him, genuinely taken aback. “You didn’t seem to mind last time.”

“If someone sees you–”

“Again, you didn’t give a fuck last time.” You shake your head. “Do you have a clean shirt I can wear?” He looks away from your chest

“Uh, yeah.” He opens the top drawer. “I actually do.” You take the t-shirt from him and throw it on. It smells like it’s been sitting in that drawer for months, with a hint of his pheromones. You smile, feeling yourself calm down. You hug yourself and plop your ass back down on his desk. Schlatt goes back to typing. The room falls quiet, just the sounds of keyboard typing, the wall clock ticking, and the nature outside. 

“Is this all you wanted? To sit here and steal my alcohol while I try to do my job?” The liquor is flowing heavily through your veins now, your body is warming up like an angel came down and wrapped a soft blanket around you.

“Why don’t you just hush and enjoy the company.” You feel lightheaded and slightly nauseous, your inhibitions lowering. He places his hand on his chest, pretending to act taken aback by your typical bratty attitude. “What are you typing anyway?”

“Just some emails.” You didn’t care, you just wanted to fill the silence and keep his attention on you. “Are you ready for your final?” You roll your eyes.

“Girl, I’m the best in the class, you’re words.”

“Well, you should probably be studying since you lack the attention during class.” A fire burns in your belly, remembering the events of today. 

“Not my fault your class is so fucking boring.” You cross your arms. Schlatt smiles, not looking away from the laptop screen.

“What were you daydreaming about?” You both already know he knows the answer, but you don’t want to give it to him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Mmm, I think I already do.” He glances at you. “But you should tell me anyway. I wanna see if I’m right.”

You stare at his fingers, typing away on the keyboard. “I thought that wasn’t happening again.” 

“We’re not doing anything.” He looks you in the eyes, with a small mischievous smile. “We’re just talking, Toots.” Your breath hitches. His eyes are so pretty and soft, his hair is so sexy and messy, and his shirt is partially unbuttoned. You feel high and hot. The mix of weed and alcohol is hitting a peak, pushing you towards the edge.

“The room is spinning.” You feel yourself losing control, slight panic mixing with the horniness. 

“Okay, I think it’s time for you to go home.”

“I can’t drive, I took like five shots,” you slur out. Schlatt rubs his forehead. 

“Shit.” Stressing under his breath, he stares off into space for a moment, before letting out a loud groan. “Okay, fine, I’ll drive you home.” 

Fuck you’re so close.

“But what about my car?” You whine. “How will I get it home?”

“I don’t fucking know, that’s not my problem.” 

“But it literally is your problem, you gave me alcohol.”

“You took it from me and drank way more than I wanted you to.” He starts packing his bag. “Can you get a friend to drive you? Don’t you have other family–”

“Let me stay at your place.” He drops his bag, pausing and staring at you like you have three heads.

“Y/N, no–”

“Please, then you can drive me back tomorrow.” You fall into him, his arms catching you and holding you in place. He’s so warm. “I promise I’ll stop bothering you. Please, I don’t wanna be alone.” Tears start flowing. 

“Okay, okay. Fucking hell. Fine!” He pushes you into a standing position away from him. “But I’m serious, first thing tomorrow morning, I’m driving you back. No more messing around.”

Bingo.

You both grab your stuff and walk out into the hallway.

“You need to walk soberly,” he whispers, grabbing your arm and trying to straighten your wobbling body. You giggle, your attention moving to his big, veiny hand controlling you.

“Can’t really focus when you’re grabbing me like this.” You lean into his touch.

“Y/N, Stop!” He pushes you off him, releasing his warm hand from your arm. You flop your arms at him, wanting his body back near yours. He turns out the door of the stairway.

“Charlie, Hello!” You fix your posture and walk into the hallway to see the Principal walking towards Schlatt.

“Hello, John.” Mr. Cicle looks over at you with a raised eyebrow. “Hi, Y/N. What are you still doing here?” 

You feel yourself swaying a bit, or maybe everything around you is swaying. You hope your face and eyes aren’t too obviously red. Everything is lagging. 

“Um, yeah. I’m just–” You point your thumb sideways at Schlatt, looking at him stare you down worryingly. “Getting extra help from him–uh Schlatt–Mr. Schlatt.” He nods his head not fully convinced.

“Well, that's great to hear. Just get home safe.” He pats Schlatt’s back and continues down the hall.

Schlatt glares down at you, shoulders tense. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he mouths as you both walk the opposite way towards the entrance.

“Good thing he doesn't give a shit about any of us.” Schlatt ignores you, speed walking to his car, an old, blue toyota corolla. “Probably wouldn't even cross his mind to think you’re on some weird predatory shit.”

He pushes you up against the passenger side of his car, leaning his body into yours, trapping you. “You don’t seem to mind.” You stare at his lips, wishing for a kiss.

“No, duh! I’m getting what I want.” He grabs your cheeks with his hand, smirking at your eyes widen. He moves your head back and forth and you follow, with no fight. You’re so willing to let him move you around and touch you. No matter how embarrassing it looks. 

You both forgot where you still are. 

“You wanna be my bitch?” You nod your head, your heart beating in your ear and your stomach falling deeper into a bottomless pit. He lets your head go. “That’s so pathetic.” Schlatt pushes you, walking around his car to the driver's seat and getting in without another word. You gulp, looking around at a thankfully empty parking lot, and quickly join.

[pinkbowsxo]

Corrupted Innocence - Part 3

Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

Corrupted Innocence Masterlist

summary: you’ve been thinking about that kiss with thanos all week. when you saw him again today, you wanted to impress him and make him look at you with a new look, but he didn't like your look at all and you felt insecure.

the next day he comes up to you at a party and says he likes you better when you're yourself. you’re drunk, and you take his words as a sign that he likes you, so you kiss him.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mention of being drunk, kissing, touching

comments: reader has a belly button piercing

a/n: okay so i wanna write for the next chapter some smut👀 let me know if you guys would like that!

sorry if there are any mistakes again.

have a nice day everyone, love from me!!

All week you couldn't stop thinking about that kiss with Thanos. He always kissed you at parties and in the club when he was drunk or high, but now he was neither. So, you kissed him before, it wasn't a big deal, but somehow now it felt like it was.

You didn't see him for a few days until it was Friday again. This time you're all going to hang out at Se-mi’s. You were actually happy about that, so they wouldn't eat all your food and you wouldn't have to go grocery shopping again.

You knew you were going to see him tonight and somehow you wanted him to notice you, to look at you.

You put on some extra makeup, you put on lipstick instead of the lip gloss you normally wear. You put on an outfit you would never wear either because the shorts were really short and the top was way too revealing.

It made you feel uncomfortable, but you knew it would probably get his attention, so you did it anyway.

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As soon as Thanos saw you walk in, he saw you, but not in a good way. He didn't even know you had a belly button piercing because you had never worn clothes that short before, he didn't like that look. You looked like a slut, those who always followed him around the club. He clearly wasn't impressed with your look the way you wanted him to be.

“Damn girl, you look… wow,” Se-mi said as she took a good look at you. Thanos, on the other hand, sat on the couch, his face bored and his eyes glued to his phone, completely ignoring your new look.

You gave her a quick smile because you felt terrible that Thanos was completely ignoring you. "Thank you." You told her and then you just felt completely insecure.

Thanos couldn't help but be a little disappointed in you, you always dressed so innocent and cute, you dressed like a normal girl. But now you looked like a completely different person, he didn't like that. He preferred the look you normally had.

You immediately ran upstairs to Se-mi's room to grab a hoodie or something that would cover my entire outfit.

“Where is Nam-gyu anyway? Is he even coming?” Se-mi asked Thanos.

"Dunno," Thanos shrugged nonchalantly, still not looking up from his phone. "He texted me earlier that he might be late. You know how he can be sometimes." He rolled his eyes before continuing. "Probably tied up with one of his many chicks..."

You came downstairs with Se-mi's big hoodie covering your entire outfit. Se-mi went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and everything while you sat down on the couch.

“What happened to your outfit?” Thanos asked, his tone slightly mocking as he looked at you, wrapped in Se-mi's hoodie.

“I was just a little cold.” You said without looking at him.

"Then why were you wearing that short skirt and crop top?" Thanos asked, his eyes slightly squinted. "You never dress like that. What was the point?" He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.

“Oh, I don't know,” You said softly, feeling really embarrassed.

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The next day there was a party, you went with Se-mi, but you knew Thanos and Nam-gyu would be there too, because you all know the same people. You saw Thanos sitting somewhere with a girl who looked a lot like what you were wearing yesterday, he likes her but when you wear the same thing it suddenly becomes uninteresting.

Thanos saw you from across the room, his eyes briefly skimming over your more conservative outfit. He couldn’t help but notice the contrast between your current outfit and the revealing outfit you wore yesterday. He assumed you were embarrassed by your choice of clothing and were trying to compensate by covering up more.

After a while you sat down somewhere, Se-mi went with a girl who flirted with her the whole time, you just looked around, sipping on your drink, as you were feeling a bit down. Then suddenly you saw Thanos walking towards you.

Thanos sat down next to you, his eyes scanning the room before resting on his drink in his hand. He pretended not to notice you sitting there alone. "Where's Se-mi?" he asked, not looking directly at you.

“She went somewhere with a girl.” You say with an awkward laugh.

Thanos raised an eyebrow at your response, his gaze lingering on the girl who had caught Se-mi's attention. He turned his head slightly to look at you, his expression slightly amused. "Typical Se-mi." He commented before taking another sip of his drink.

Thanos looked at you for a moment before looking away. “You look good tonight. Much better than yesterday.” He said bluntly, his tone lacking any flirtation or warmth. It was simply an observation, a statement of fact rather than a compliment.

As soon as he said that, you turned your head and looked at him.

“Seriously, why were you wearing that outfit yesterday? It wasn't… you.” He paused and took another sip of his drink.

“I honestly don't know.” You say, feeling a little insecure again.

“You look much better like this, natural. Not all pimped up and almost… unrecognizable.” He paused, running a hand through his purple hair. “Don’t change what makes you, you. That crop top and short skirt… that wasn’t your style at all.”

You looked at him with a little smile.

Thanos saw your small smile as he realized you were taking his words positively. "You know what I mean?" he asked, his shoulders relaxing. He didn't expect you to take his honesty as a compliment, he thought you'd be offended.

You nodded as you drank a little too much. You took this as a sign that he liked you. You leaned in and pressed your lips hard against his.

Thanos was surprised by the sudden kiss, but he wasn't one to let such an opportunity pass him by. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and kissing you back hungrily. He tasted the alcohol on your lips and knew you had to be a little drunk.

You thought that maybe he liked you after all.

[hyperions-light]

OC Tag Game

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It’s Lethanavir de Riva time! 😎

General

Name: Lethanavir de Riva

Alias: Rook (+ about 10 other nicknames)

Gender: Agender. They threw their gender in the canals ✌️

Age: Late thirties, probably. They don’t keep track— ask Viago

Place of Birth: Antiva, general vicinity of Treviso

Spoken Languages: Elven, Trade, Antivan, and some of a bunch of other things (NOT Orlesian)

Sexual Orientation: pan/bi. But if you ask them, they will shrug

Occupation: Crow. Varric’s second. Reluctant leader of the Veilguard

Favorites

Color: Orange

Entertainment: Games of chance, particularly card games. Storytelling!

Pastime: Tattooing! Trying all of their friends’ hobbies and failing badly <3

Food: They truly have no preference. Every halfway-decent thing someone with cooking skills makes for them is their new favorite. They are partial to things Lucanis makes, for sentimental reasons <3

Drink: Black coffee. They aren’t picky about quality, though— coffee is coffee!

Books: They aren’t really into reading lol. They do like discussing books with friends, though, so I imagine whatever book they’ve convinced Lucanis or Bellara or Emmrich into reading aloud is their favorite, for the week!

Have They…

Passed University: If Crow training counts? Yes!

Had Sex: Yes =) lots and LOTS of times

Had Sex in Public: Yes— also many times =)

Gotten Tattoos: Yes! They have their Vallaslin, they have an full sleeve on their left arm, they have them on their chest, and their legs— they’re very decorated!

Gotten Piercings: Their ears are pierced several times and they have eyebrow piercings and snakebites, in my heart <3

Gotten Scars: Yes, many— during Crow training, on missions, from random accidents. They sort of ignore pain, and they don’t like paying for healers, so they end up with a ton of them.

Had a Broken Heart: Yes— partly their own fault, though, for being kind of a terrible partner to Reyna, who was a fellow Fledgling and their first real relationship. She ended it with them and then died shortly after, so Leth took the whole thing very hard.

Been in Love: I’m assuming this means romantic love, and yes, they have. Reyna, and they’re… in something with Teia and Viago. Who knows lol. They certainly love them both! And Lucanis + Neve, too. They actually fall in love easily— they just really like ignoring it.

Are They…

A cuddler: absolutely, and not only with their LIs. They’re like an octopus, if people let them be.

Scared easily: No lol. That is unbecoming of a de Riva, according to Viago. If they’re scared, no one else will know about it.

Jealous easily: Not at all. To an extent that might be weird to people lol. Their LIs could literally sleep with any random person, and they’d be like: nice. Was it good? Tbh they kind of figure that being jealous would only hurt them, since they haven’t been in a ton of exclusive relationships.

Trustworthy: NO LMAO. Viago can trust them to do what they say, ditto Teia + VG, but that’s it. No one else should trust them, and their friends shouldn’t trust them not to lie about… anything. Particularly anything personal or work-related.

Family

Siblings: None.

Parents: Dead, for a long time. Killed in a wildfire when Leth was around 5/6.

Children: THEY SHOULDN’T HAVE THEM LOL. Maybe they can be trusted with kids for short periods, or if the kids are going to be Crows? Under no other circumstances lmao.

Pets: Viago’s snakes are kind of also theirs, in part because Leth found half of them, themselves. They’ll feed any sad-looking stray that shows up, but they don’t usually keep them. They DO want one of those weird mud-lizards very badly— everyone else would prefer they not get one =P

[sickeddyville]

I love you, Im sorry

Prompt: you had to kill sylus again.

Warnings: character death, forced actions.

Word Count: 355, just a short excerpt

Zayne's Version

a/n: i have yet to finish his myths, my apologies if they're inaccurate T_T. Also this was not proofread at all, I just finished the 1st batch of my exams and I have like 3 braincells left haha. I was just inspired to write another story using Gracie Abrams song. (maybe i'll write a full fic of this)

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You had to kill him again. You didn't want to. You couldn't. Sylus begged you, using his evol to make you grip the claymore that pierced his heart in a life you dont recall. But you refused. You hold your ground. Sylus had no choice. Time was running out. It was his last resort but he had to do it. For you. For his beloved. He can only die by your hands and ONLY by your hand. He used the aether core in his right eye. Manipulating you. Manipulating your movements. Your grip on the claymore was now determined. "I love you, Im sorry." He plunged the blade in his heart, and his control over me faltered.

And just like that— I was free

"SYLUS!" I shake my head, tears welling up and blurring my vision. "It's okay." He brushes back strands of hair thats covering my face.

"Kitten. I need you to listen. After ...what happens.. go back to the base. find Luke and Kierian, they already know what to do." he's slowly vanishing to thin air. "NO," i hold onto him tightly as if that will prevent him from disappearing "nonono please," shaking my head, pleading for him to stay.

"I need you. I– I can’t–" words are now being swallowed as i cry desperately against his shoulder. i can't live without him. "Yes you can. You did. You will be fine." He cupped my cheek. It's warm. I nuzzled against it, memorizing the heat, trying to engrave it to my skin. But slowly, the warmth disappears. His hand is now vanishing.

I hold his face and rest my forehead against him. "I love you." My tears are now falling on his face. And just like that, he closed the gap between us, breathing me in, as if he was trying to make sure i don't forget how loved i am, he pulled away just centimeters from me. "but you can never love me more than I love yo–."

The most feared leader of Onychinus was gone. Perished by the hands of his beloved. Killed by the most powerful weapon an armory can ever hold.

Love.

[flowersforthemachines]

OC Tag Game

Thank you @hyperions-light for the tag, will never miss the chance to talk about my baby <3

tagging @rookamell @rook-laidir @hightowerqueen @corvus-frugilegus @larkinna @kindlyfeline @mythals-whore and anyone else who wishes to take part!

General

Name: Ghilasara Thorne

Alias: Thorne (before meeting Varric), Rook

Gender: Cis woman

Age: 31 at the time of DAVG, 43 at the time of death

Place of Birth: Hasmal alienage, Free Marches

Spoken Languages: Trade, Orlesian, Elven

Sexual Orientation: Bi

Occupation: Grey Warden (during DAVG), First Warden (post-DAVG)

Favorites

Color: Purple, green (she is, however, tragically confined to the gw blue and grey)

Entertainment: Theatre (as rarely as she could enjoy it in her life), card games, treasure hunting

Pastime: Cataloguing things, magic studies, hair braiding (she could throw a party when Taash joined. so much hair...)

Food: Anything edible. The Lighthouse was probably the first place where she could actually be picky about her food, she just ate whatever until then

Drink: Tea. But also anything drinkable (as long as it's not coffee)

Books: Big fan of The Randy Dowager :') one of the few ways in which she and Solas are similar. Also tragically loves Orlesian literature more than any other. Very particular about its translations into the Trade.

Have They…

Passed University: She received formal education in the Circle and passed her Harrowing when she was 17

Had Sex: Yes

Had Sex in Public: ...would the Circle tower count?

Gotten Tattoos: Just her vallaslin

Gotten Piercings: No

Gotten Scars: Too many to count (over 30, I think. The most prominent once are on her face and back. She also has a scar from Illario on her collarbone)

Had a Broken Heart: [links to the Lucanis Dellamorte section of her wiki]

Been in Love: Yes, even before DAVG

Are They…

A cuddler: Yes. If you are sleeping next to her, you must also accept the boon of being held on to like her life depends on it

Scared easily: She's always on her guard, but more in a "if you dare to touch me, I will end you" way rather than being scared

Jealous easily: Not at all

Trustworthy: Yes. If she didn't want to do something, she wouldn't promise that in the first place!

Family

Siblings: None

Parents: Her mother was a dalish elf who moved to the city to raise Ghilasara together with her father. They both worked as servants. Her father died from an illness after she was taken to the Circle, but she and her mother reunite after Blood of Arlathan ^_^

Children: Only if I'm feeling cruel on a particular day

Pets: She gets a griffon post-canon :) His name is Stormwing, and he's her favourite thing in the entire world

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General

Name:

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Age:

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Spoken Languages:

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Occupation:

Favorites

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Food:

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Books:

Have They…

Passed University:

Had Sex:

Had Sex in Public:

Gotten Tattoos:

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Had a Broken Heart:

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Are They…

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Siblings: .

Parents:

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[deceit-and-knowledge]

Ooc: At this rate I should be making a fic BUT I am neglecting my other fic due to lack of motivation so- maybe later- but unprompted conversation between sage and smilk

Hey who said this JUST had to be ask responses im a writer too as well as artist 😏

f: *peacefully reading under a moon lit window, his starry yet milky hair flowing peacefully as small droplets of what could be either milk or yoghurt flow off the tip, seemingly disappearing not long after. The cold air of the library passing through the air as he sits*

*sighs* ...a full moon, what a lovely night.. the stars so ever beautiful like specks of glitter. Reminds me of simpler times...haha.. *huffs* ...*sits up* I geuss I should head off to bed.. pure vanilla cookie has been hammering me about not sleeping..

*door creaks*

..hm?

*tilts head*

Who is it?

...

Hm. Must've been the win-

s: sage.

f: huh- shadow milk cookie? What are you doing out of bed, shouldn't you be resting?

s: I could say the same thing for you, it's 3 am....

f: I was just about to head off!

s: well sorry pal not yet..

f: huh?

s: sit back down *weakly takes the book off sage, putting it back not long after*

f: ..shadow milk cookie, you're injured..

s: yeah because your new little friend takes his issue out on others that aren't the blame for his issues.. but that's not the point, I'm just angry I'm weaker than usual..

*shadow milk turns to sage approaching him , the shadows of the dark room and his dimly lit piercing blue eyes glaring through the darkness, his face only illuminated by the soft glow of his souljam placed placed with poor haste onto his chest, just below his neck. His body covered in bandages, marks and jammy scars. He places his hands on sages shoulders as he is sat on the same bay window seat he was reading on*

what's this whole drabble about you thinking you'll be happier as a monster? Aka be like me?

f: ...

How do you..

s: I READ YOUR DIARY YOU IMBECILE!

f: w-what!? ... you're not jealous are you..

s: what- NO? are you deaf?? I'm ASKING why you'd want to ever be like me..

You won't be happier as a beast. You'll just be some lonely freak.. you'll have no one and it'll drive you insane! That's EXACTLY what happened to me, I lucked out with an other half that cares but there's a chance you won't be as lucky.. so why hope!?

f: ...

s: be. You. Please.. let one of us have a happier ending.. you don't want to be a beast and don't ever call yourself as such..

f: ..shadow milk cookie..why..are you being like this?

s: you're acting like me....me before this.. please..stop it. This isn't healthy.

you and the recluse can help one of another and you better agree to it because I don't want to deal with another painful reminder of my own failures..

f: ..i..im sorry..

s: apologise to yourself for even getting yourself in a such a state.. ugh.. anyway.. that's all I wanted to say.. night.

f: ...wait..

s: what..

f: .......nothing...

Night..

s: ...ugh.. you're welcome.

f: huh..

s: I know you noticed I'm being nice to you.. DON'T tell anyone that I am, I still don't like you.

This is the LAST we talk like this you nerd.. I DO NOT care about you. I just don't want to stand by while you crumble away like a fool..

*shadow milk slinks out the door, he's noticeably not floating, he must be too tired or weak to. His walk heavily accompanied by a limp that seems to be less from the injures he endured from the fight with the recluse but more already existing inability to walk. An audible thump can be heard from the hall just outside of the library door*

*sage allows him a genuine soft smile, his eyes slightly shining from the mere thought of a cookie that treated him so cruely as of late is showing him kindness out of sincere worry*

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

Sophie Oliveira-Shepard Alenko-Oliveira and Kaidan Alenko-Oliveira - ME3 (2/?) "I want to be your strength. Your soft place to land." Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021) + Bonus

[hecatesbroom]

Thanks to the lovely @the-eclectic-wonderer for tagging me in this tag game!

Bold & colour whatever applies to you:

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or and bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

No pressure to participate of course, but I'm tagging: @roseeycreates-blog @alectothinker @srosehh @timelessbian @tvmilfs

[ryuseitai]

its come to my attention that i cant get my nose ring. out of my nose.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

picking argenti up by the scruff of his neck and putting him in my knight blorbo pile

[oysterself]

do you guys think getting 3 face piercings in 1 sitting is too much

[riaki]

riko wait another gumi question . i need help w this one bc i cant decide at all but do u think . he would have a lip piercing … yes or no 🤔🤔

I FOT THIS DUIRN GMATH AND I ACTUALLY SCREAMED i was having a gumi night last night i spent like an hour losing my mind over him

ANYWAY!!! honestly idrk… me personally i’m not super into piercings besides earrings and maybe a tongue piercing. it would be kinda hot though wouldnt it… BUT i always see geto with piercings oh man idk this is hard

i feel like if he were to get piercings he probably wouldn’t get a crap ton like. maybe j one wherever cs ion think hes very over the top like that… BUT I LITERALLY DOMT KNOW. i don’t picture the gumi in my head with piercings so my first response would be no but honestly it’s up to u cus i don’t venture into the forest of piercings very often

[bardnuts]

big fan of the vibe in here

[moomoomooing]

im home for break and within a night and day i was blasted with all the qualities of my family i escaped by being in college, of which that i never fully appreciated being away from