#I hope it’ll be over soon tho…hopefully

[gunkbaby]

i used to be quite brazen in my vocalisations about my frustrations with Shuu’s treatment - both in fandom and in text - but i don’t think i really understood why i was frustrated with it. I think i was pretty terrible at articulating myself and it led to some horrendously cringeworthy ‘essays’ on my old blog that haunt me. Like I’d get pissed off about things that, in reality, aren’t at all serious (it’s the internet, what is) - like the French jokes have always rly set me off lmao - and I’d write those ‘essays’ or ‘analysis’ in some kind of insomnia driven fury, and I’d throw in buzzwords or (x)phobic accusations because I felt that frustrated. I fully believed in what I was saying, but i think the issue was more so me not understanding what exactly i was frustrated with, and not being able to articulate that.

In hindsight, i think my frustration lay both in the repeated, common mischaracterisation of Shuu as a character i had seen, and the fact that perhaps, I felt as if no one was taking his character seriously. Like he was a collection of quirks and things that people could laugh about, and it felt like his character - the complexities and nuances of it - was completely ignored.

It felt like Shuu was just a joke; nothing more - a series of mischaracterisations that could be summed up in a few words. It felt like the nuances of Shuu - what I saw in him, how his story had moved me and the interpretations that could be drawn from it - were being entirely ignored, and for the sake of what? The same Gay French joke I’d seen repeated for 5 years by then - the kind of jokes that had perpetuated his mischaracterisation, but the lack of ‘serious’ discussion (in my mind) prevented anyone from challenging said mischaracterisation, so it continued in this kind of cycle? It all sounds so dramatic, but I was a dramatic 17, so who gaf.

i like to think (hope) that I’ve grown since then - both as a writer and a person. I hope that my ability to articulate the frustrations I might have with his characterisation or treatment has improved, and that my analysis is better than it was. It won’t be perfect, but better is fine, just as long as it keeps getting better. I like to think my ability to take criticism has also improved, but I’m not sure. I don’t really interact with the fandom anymore, in part because of how much Shuu takes still generally frustrate me, but I think I handle I my frustration wayyyyy better now, if only because I understand it. I think that helps. I don’t know. Maybe I’m blind, and I haven’t improved at all.

[flippinpancakes64]

This may be a weird request, but can you do The Cullens x Cat like! Reader, the reader just scratches at random things? And just very grumpy.

The Cullens with a Cat-Like! Reader

Hello! As a cat owner myself I feel pretty prepared to answer this so hopefully it’s good

Also, I’m going to be moving into my dorm room soon! I’m so excited and kinda scared too, but what that means for you guys here is that I might not be able to write as much. I’ll be sure to keep you all updated though!

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He doesn’t immediately connect your behavior to a cat

He hasn’t been around too many of them tbh

The first time he tried to give you a hug and you batted him away, he was shocked

Just sort of stood there like 😟

He thinks it’s cute when you’re grumpy though

He likes to just sit next to you and smile until you give in and cuddle with him

And you can scratch him all you like, if you want

It’ll hurt you more than it hurts him so go for it

Alice:

She’s vaguely cat-like in her own regard

Graceful, quiet, beautiful

She got all the good parts I guess

She’s definitely the first one to call you a grumpy kitty

It happens when you’re a little annoyed and she comes in for a kiss only for you to twist your head away

She giggles and calls you her grump cat

She learns your limits pretty quick

But she still pushes you a little ❤️

And as long as you don’t scratch at her clothes she doesn’t care

Jasper:

In public you would think he’s more cat-like

Quiet, reserved, on edge

But in private he is a golden retriever

He loves to cuddle, thrives on your attention, and just wants you to be happy

You two are opposites

But he can tell when you’re just being annoying/having fun versus when you’re actually upset

And he’s really good at respecting your boundaries

If you don’t want to cuddle, don’t worry he can go do something else

And as far as scratching at things, you do you

Rosalie:

Cat girl

She doesn’t like to be smothered all of the time

And sometimes she wants to be inside of your skin

And she’s very vocal about when she wants her space

If you’re too close, she pushes you away

And if she wants attention she is all over you

So you two compliment each other perfectly

It’s pretty great actually

Only she doesn’t scratch

Unless she’s pissed at something

Then she might to break a tree or two

Two peas in the cat tree over here

Emmett:

Complete opposite

If Jasper is half golden retriever this man is pure-bred

He wants to cuddle, he wants kisses, he needs to be around you 24/7

He doesn’t care if you’re grumpy

He thinks it’s kinda funny actually

He loves when he lifts you up into a hug and you just hang there with a frown on your face

He acts fake offended when you scratch him tho

“What’d I do to deserve that, grumpy?”

Esme:

She gets a little hurt sometimes

When she comes in for a hug and you push her away

Or bat away her face when she comes in for a kiss

Or if you scratch at her arm

And when you’re grumpy even thought you don’t seem to have a reason

But then sometimes you come right up to her and hold her so tight

And other times you just come up next to her and latch onto her

She’s getting whiplash

Just more confused than anything

Her first thought is that she did something to upset you

Please be nice to her :(

Carlisle:

He doesn’t take anything personally

He doesn’t want to change anything about you or make you feel bad for the way that you are

So he doesn’t care if you push him away or turn your face from him

That’s just how you are

Same deal if you go from wanting seemingly nothing to do with him to all of a sudden sitting in his lap

He also doesn’t care if you scratch shit

He only cares if it’s really important stuff

Like documents he needs or vintage items that are one of a kind

Vampire! Bella:

She has some of these traits as well

She doesn’t like to be smothered all of the time

And other times she likes to lay on top of you

So you are both pretty similar in that regard

Only difference is the scratching really

And even then she doesn’t really mind

In fact, once you started doing it, she started scratching stuff too

Yall have fun outside scratching the trees

And if Bella knocks a couple of them over… that’s for you two to know the forest rangers to never find out

[klipgenie]

Good evening, nairyshi, please kindly consider this Diluc request: Donna, after seeing Diluc leave the 'With Wind Comes Glory' and tuck a ring box into the inner pocket of his coat, started to declare to anyone who would listen that Diluc finally wised up and decided to marry her. When the rumor reach Diluc's ears, it leaves the Pyro user completely perplexed as everyone and their grandmother knows he's dating you.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

i like this request!! thanks🙈

you and diluc have been together since you were both teens and he’d never trade you out for anything or anyone. You both shared embarrassing, awful, funny and horrible memories but in a relationship, ESPECIALLY a long term one, there will be hardships but love easily overcomes it.

he thought it was time to finally wed you and give you his last name and hopefully a family. It’s been years that you both called each other ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ you never complained about not being married yet or him not proposing. He just didn’t want you to jump to conclusions or think wrong— marriage is a big commitment.

you knew donna to be the florist inside mondstadts wall, you never conversated with her. Just a quick hi or hello or a chat about flowers. You were oblivious to the fact she secretly envyed you and your existence with the man she wanted but she never voiced it to anyone and she never made it known that she felt that way about you. Have you had known how delusional she was maybe your whole house wouldn’t be decorated and lathered in her flowers she spent hours picking for her shop.

diluc was free on this day while you were busy doing what needed to be done in your shared home. Diluc has class and was raised right by his father— you don’t ask for much because you don’t wanna seem greedy or like a user but he insist to get whatever you want even if it’s the most expensive thing on the list. Even if it were his last sack of mora he would spend every last coin on you and you only. You always assure him to not go for something that’ll cost him a leg and arm when it comes to being materialistic esp when he’s buying it for you. He’s a stubborn as a bull and doesn’t listen, so who expects him not to buy the most expensive and valuable ring in all of teyvat. unbeknownst to you tho; marriage hasn’t cross your mind yet! not that you weren’t ready..just other things occupied your mind.

so when donna seen her “lover” across the path— eyeing him down: a ring box was seen shoved in his pocket. He made his way towards donnas florist shop and without a doubt: she got excited and ran inside her shop shrieking to herself for a quick minute but when she came out..diluc wasn’t there? well that’s cause he wasn’t going to her shop in the first place, he was headed home; to his lover.

poor donna thought ‘maybe he’s just nervous..soon it’ll happen! he’ll propose to me.’ well, now she had her hopes up high right along with her delusion. Without a chance she went around the small town and started off telling friends of hers that diluc had finally manned up to propose to her, then the townspeople and her customers. Word got around quickly as it traveled pass the walls and eventually into Springvale.

a few days pass and you come out your shared home as venture the town and look at the shops to see what they are selling. While your walking in town, you get stares, But i mean..you are known for dating one of the richest people in teyvat. You continue to walk but then realize the stares aren’t looks of admiration but more like pitiful, disappointed and concerned stares. Something happened or you did something. Brushing it off you continue to shop and walk around taking in the sound of the busy roads blended together with chatter.

an old woman approached you and began to conversate with you “sweetie, did you here about what they are saying with diluc? such a shame, i heard he was already with a young lady.” this struck curiosity but you didn’t want to find out from anyone else, you wanted to hear from diluc or kaeya..they’d now more than an old lady you thought.

dismissing yourself from the conversation, you glided through the people in the streets to get to his tavern. You weren’t mad but you wanted to know what was being said that was ‘such a shame’. To your surprise he’s not there, no one is— it’s closed. turning your back to the tavern to walk in the direction of your home, you were stopped by one of the tavern workers who you knew. “y/n! i-is it true?” you give him a confused looked “what’s true? what are you talking about?” the change of expression on the man’s face could say alot

“rumors going around that donna and diluc are getting married” oh.

oh! you haven’t got the words to say to this man so you walk away. putting 2 and 2 together..that’s why everyone was looking at you like that earlier. Opening the door to your house with diluc— he welcomes you with open arms but you just slip right through them and drag yourself away from him. “dear?-“

“why are there rumored going around about you and donna..? and a marriage?” you say followed by a sigh of disbelief and worriness

“love.” diluc voiced before he came to embrace you “i don’t know why they are saying that. I knew the rumors would get to you soon and i was just as shocked as you when you heard it for the first time. But know that i would never throw our years of love down the drain for someone else.” his words struck you like a feather spear and healed the wound of worry you had in your heart. “so, why? what made her say that?” you ask with no left over worry in your voice..just concern and curiosity. “i’ve no clue, but you don’t have to worry about it.” you look at him with a smile before he comes and embraces you, reassuring you.

[vesicapiscean]

Okay I need to get it together partially today and fully tomorrow. Today all I want to do is clean up and put away all the stuff that’s laying around from the trip. And I should do the dishes at some point, and I’m on sprinkler duty so I need to go move those around soon. I really don’t think I have much more than that in me for today tho.

Tomorrow I need to go to the nursery and get some other stuff to put in the planter boxes because all the petunias I put in before I left has completely died, I just hope they have anything left over… it’s so late in the season now.

I also need to maybe repot some of the calendula because it’s getting unruly and outgrowing current pots. And I need to bust down into some of my decoration for redacted event and do some planning. Not to mention logistical planning for that too.. I’m getting overwhelmed just thinking about it. My tomato plant is kinda getting out of control I’m debating trimming that back a little bit, and the blackberries are also creeping out again so those need to be pruned. Dead head the roses hopefully they rebloom in time… and lastly I need to start doing pilates every day too. All of this means that I have to be going to sleep really early and waking up at like 5 am cause otherwise it’ll get too hot to be doing all of that.

[louisisalarrie]

Hello lovely!

I feel like everyone is panicking Louis is gonna get a ‘girlfriend’ any moment now. Lol. I’m thinking probably not - or certainly not something that’s ‘serious’. This guy is living his best life right now, touring the s*it out of his album, doing festivals and basically flying all over the world. He’s not got time to ‘show off ‘ a serious relationship.

Wasn’t that the reason he ‘split’ from Eleanor…because he was away so much and they supposedly drifted apart…again!

Not saying he’s not playing around with people (I hope it’s Harry but sometimes I’m not sure) but I don’t see a big ‘new’ relationship coming out in the open any time soon.

I think later this year, once he’s on a break we might need to watch out! ;-)

Yeaaaaahhhh it’s just… I feel like we’re all waiting for shit to hit the fan. I mean, apart from some small bbg stuff, it genuinely has been pretty quiet in the stunt world of louis. It’s like he does the bare minimum to tick off the boxes and stir just enough drama to get his name in the tabloids, but apart from that, we’re not dealing with an El or whatever. We’re dealing with very occasional stunt name drops and Harry name drops and then yeah, not much else. Which is a BLESSING btw. I’m not hoping for a gf for him any time soon hahahaha.

Whereas Harry’s keeping up appearances until he drops a single or something to promo and then we’ll get a BUA and then it’ll all be back to normal. Larry haven’t been “single” at the same time for a while tho, so would be good to have that again.

But yeah. This promo run and tour is looking better for him than it originally was, so I hope we don’t get stunt content throughout this leg, and hopefully afterwards. He’ll have to jump back into the spotlight once he’s rested from tour for a bit, so I’ll be interested to see what tactic they take. It seems like the long term gf isn’t the strategy that his team is leaning towards this time round, which is interesting. But definitely a backup.

[saerins]

WHAT DEAD THREATS💀💀

dw, it kinda just crossed my mind thinking i could accidentally be anonymously one day, haven’t toggle it yet but might be to see ;)

also bianca is still bad, with being the nepo baby and jealous/possessive, maybe she’ll throw a big dump on two/three next chapters.

theory: i’m thinking that she’ll find out about Sae’s feelings eventually and got super duper mad. She would um…dox?? yn. basically collecting yn infos to sabotage🙏.Then maybe she’ll use her nepo babi power to push yn down ( probably find out about yn past and current situations and use it against yn ). Sae would probably be stern and stop her tho, gently or not ( i like it stern and as far i read other people’s thoughts, they would too lol ). From that on, based on good ending where yn and Sae is together ( i’m thinking you’ll go by this one because we’re down bad for Sae *a normal amount*🥰 ), i think Bianca would be sobbing real hard and be like “YOU STOLE MY F*CKING MAN YOU B*TCH” and yn be like “lmao not your man nepo ashbaby”. Bianca might not move on and continue suffering for quite a time or just face the reality and wish Sae well because the quote if you love them you set them free i sae on tiktok at 5am years ago🧎‍♀️.

*wink wink* have a good day aeri, here’s a daily virtual hug 🫂. hope your workplace isn’t shitty( or more adequate than usual lmao ) and you can rest some bit💗

heh it’s fine :) ahhh yeah i probably couldn’t tell 😭 but yes bianca has been living in a shell all her life. maybe not in the sense that she doesn’t know how ruthless the world can be but that she knows she’ll always be protected and that’s a luxury that many can only dream of </3

ooooh that theory >:) hehehehe i can only say … part of it is right, but i won’t say which :p it won’t happen for a few more chapters though so pls wait and find out ;)

also tysm heh <3 i’m stressed out over career related stuff but it’ll be over soon and hopefully i’ll be back to 100% :D but i hope the same for you too !! hopefully life isn’t shitty for you rn mwah <3

[tyonfs]

HELLOOO i’ve missed u lots ! so glad ur back !!

blackpink was so good- it was so boiling in the pit tho omg. AND I DID HEAR!! still waiting to see what’ll happen 😭

i’m nearing my final chinese oral exams now and i’m honestly so scared and stressed - like it’s holidays now but i haven’t been doing ANYTHING but studying 😨 and i’ve cried probably everyday coz of it… i’m so glad that it’ll be over soon tho!!

HOPE UR DOING WELL too!!

— 🫧

HI 🫧 ANON !!! i should be charged for being so criminally late but 🥲 it's good to see you in the inbox 🥰

omg you were in the pit for blackpink??? you brave soul, im sure it was worth it tho 🤩 im really glad they decided not to disband as a group but i heard they signed with yg again?? :( thought they were finally gonna be free

AHHH i hope all your exams have gone well :')) and now that it's the winter holidays hopefully you're getting a lot of rest & spending time with the ones you love ♡ hope you're doing well and taking care 🥰🥰

[appreciatingtokrev]

i suppose it is normal then and the duration must be a factor too regarding the sadness. have you seen the film called loving vincent then? it's an biography of his life and it's animated in paint to reflect his art style.

i think it's mainly ios users that play it on their phones? but again, still need load of memory. does your laptop heat up when you play for a long time? my phone did despite being an iphone. i know nothing about hi3rd, i really thought GI was their first game lol. as students, we all have those moments lol.

i hope you get your meds soon then because that will probably help a lot, which style of studying do you prefer? where i live only marine biology is rare and that's a huge con :( but the sea sick might change over time. medicine is 5 years here, how long will it be for you? i dk what forensic medicine entails lmao. i'm sure you will be able to figure it out then.

i know stray kids belong to JYP and that's about it and that's cool but her playlist is probably longer lol.

oh, they are silver, my bad there is too many characters in TR that wear earrings ;-; what do you think of silver as a colour? apart from fanfic/cosplay, have you ever tried making anime edits? i started making youtube anime shorts yesterday and i like it where i do upload them online.

the power of self belief is everything! good luck but i think the quality of the wig probably make a difference? so might need to research beforehand so you can pick a good base.

yes, six months left to the big reveal ^^ no worries and oversided hoodies are cool.

oh, loving vincent! i’ve heard of it, but haven’t watched it (yet?), no. it kinda sounds like something i’d enjoy though.

personally i only know three people who play genshin on their phone, but two of them are samsung users lol. my old laptop would heat up like crazy (i mean... it’s like 8 or 9 years old at this point) but with my current laptop i hardly have any issues regarding that. that said i’ve still got to play on low graphics settings because it just lags a ton otherwise, but i hardly mind that. (tho i haven’t been able to play genshin in weeks bc it keeps crashing for some reason :( i’m waiting it out & hoping an update of my laptop will fix it but who knows. i might get a ps5 for christmas though so i’ll at least be able to play it on there ig? and maybe sooner on a phone bc i definitely need a new one even sooner.)

ah, my meds. i’ve got a prescription now, but they’re out of sale until at the very least january :') i really like studying with classmates/friends bc i hardly have the motivation to study alone tbh but if there’s at least someone else i do. i’ve p much got a study bestie tho and for most subjects we study together :D

well where i live i’m pretty sure you can’t study marine biology since there is no ocean lmao. so i might just study biology & then move somewhere for the specifics? idk. but i’ve got lots of time to figure it out still lol yep, hopefully it’ll get better,, medicine is 5 years here too! forensic medicine is p much examining dead (human) bodies, either bc they died in the hospital/in an accident (so for science) or because they died an unnatural death (criminology). tho the forensic medicine field entails more than just forensic pathology (doing autopsies), e.g. you could be working at a lab doing dna testing.

ngl i hardly know anything abt the few kpop bands i listen to, i just enjoy their music lol. but yeah i’m sure she knows more.

no no i get it, there truly are a lot,, i like silver as a color, especially in jewlery! tbh i prefer it over gold in most contexts.

ohh edits,, no, i haven’t done anything apart from cosplay attempts, making merch, writing fic & doing art for fandom so far lol. i don’t use tiktok & hardly use youtube for fandom stuff though (i usually listen to asmr or hour long explanation vids on yt, not much more adhkgdfjf) but if i do come across edits somehow, i’m always excited :D imo they’re very fun, but i don’t have the right apps or space on my phone for them to make any.

very true! yep, i’ll definitely do some research to try and find a rather cheap but still rather good quality wig,, bc it very much does make a difference.

only four more months.. 👀

[jolyneslut]

Lemon shampoo — ft. Suna Rintarou

pairing: Suna Rintarou x fem!reader

au: fake dating

summary: you're two idiots in love 🫶

warnings: kinda gets suggestive for a little, lots of thoughts and little dialogues

notes; this is the first fic im publishing so im a bit nervous 🙁🙁 hopefully it gets some love!! sorry if there are any mistakes i tried to reread many times but english isn't my first language so you never know. enjoy‼️

A hand on her lower back and the other holding her wrist to prevent her from falling. Just a few inches apart, all she smells is lemon shampoo.

"Easy there, be careful." Suna says.

Y/n couldn't even comprehend what was going on. Smell of lemon all around her and his breath lingering on her lips. If she moved just a bit they would kiss, that was the only thing her brain could process. That was Suna's effect on her. And she wasn't supposed to be feeling like that. She wasn't supposed to be feeling like he was her whole world. Like there wasn't anything else but him. She was down bad from the very first kiss on the forehead followed by a "Hey, love." from Suna when they first started "dating". "Dating" yes, because they were just fake dating. It was just acting, so why was she feeling real butterflies in her stomach whenever he would even just graze her or look her way? It was just acting... the hand holding, the pet names, the cuddling, the sharing earphones. At first, Y/n thought it would be easy to be a pretend girlfriend to help a friend. Now tho, now she feels like the best option she has is run away, change school, move city, get a new identity and never see Suna again, because it's too difficult to feel his love and realize it's fake and that it'll be over soon. And Suna wouldn't have the time to question anything because she would simply not exist anymore. So that sounds like a good plan, but she doesn't run away. Because even if it's so difficult she doesn't want it to end yet, so maybe she should at least wait for him to call it off. Maybe she should get all the love she can from him, till it last. So she decides to stay for a bit more, to keep helping her friend and certainly not because she hopes for something more. And certainly not because she couldn't stand not seeing Suna ever again, if she really thinks about it that sounds like the worst idea ever. She would rather not being born at all than never seeing him again.

So a simple "Thanks for catching me." is what Y/n goes for.

He's still holding her close, and it doesn't seem like he intends to let her go anytime soon.

"Can i kiss you?" Suna asks basically whispering as if not to scare her off.

Y/n feels like her heart would burst out of her chest at any moment now. She feels like trying bungee jumping would feel less exciting than whatever is going on right now. She tries to say something, anything, but nothing comes out of her mouth. Her heart is beating so fast she's really scared she's having a serious case of tachycardia.

"You can say no..." he says.

"NO!" she screams, her eyes widen and she shakes her head rapidly "No! I mean, Yes!" she takes a deep breath, "Yes, you can."

Suna laugh before getting closer to her, he moves his hand from her wrist to cup her face and then he puts his lips on hers. He takes a few steps forward until her back hits the wall. Y/n puts her arms around his neck and pulls him closer. His hands start wandering her body, her back, her waist.

She feels out of breath but she can't stop kissing him so she waits for him to stop. And when he does, he's quick to kiss her again because she's the best thing he has ever tasted and her lips are the softest he's ever touched. And because he's waited way too long to only kiss her once.

So he covers her up in his kisses and he touches her all over. He goes back to her lips and pulls her hair a bit by the nape, a moan escapes her mouth and oh wow if that isn't the most beautiful sound he has ever heard in his life then he doesn't know what it is. He nips at her bottom lip and then slips his tongue in. His hand still tangled in her hair keeping her in place. She can't believe this is actually happening. If it's a dream then she hopes to never wake up. She feels weak in her knees. Quite literally. Because she almost drops to the ground as she doesn't feel her legs anymore. Suna is fast to grab her thighs and put her legs around his torso to hold her up, "Falling for me, love?".

Y/n rest her head on his shoulder, "Shut up. You're the one who wanted to kiss me.".

Suna knows he has no right making fun of her. Not when he's the one who asked her to be his fake girlfriend for a while and fell in love right after, when she grabbed his hands and said "Sure." while smiling at him. And not when he's the one with heart eyes whenever she greets him in the morning at school. And not when he's the one that now can't sleep anymore if she's not next to him. And also not when he's so clingy with her, forehead kisses, hugs, or even just brushing his hand with hers when they walk close to each other, he's always touching her one way or another as if he was standing on a cliff and that was the only thing keeping him from falling.

"That's true." Suna says as he lays her down on the bed.

She smiles and tugs at his sleeve, "Lie down with me."

They lie down facing each other, his arm lazily thrown over her waist.

"Goodnight, my love." Suna says.

She rest her head close to his chest and all she hears is his heartbeat and all she smells is his lemon shampoo.

[bratdesire]

All Bark and No Bite

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Noncon, lowkey incel Tsukki, yandere ( i think?), degrading language, knifeplay, misogyny, slut shaming, brat taming, slapping, belting, mentions of blood, choking, emotional manipulation, belly bulge, overstimulation, painful orgasm, unprotected sex, general meanness, time skip spoilers?

Genre: Smut (gross)

Author’s Note: This is mean, nasty Tsukki brain rot and I had no reason at all to write this. He’s a fucking beast in this and I apologize for nothing. Hopefully someone likes it tho. As always, thank you to my betas @sempiternal-amour​, @kidwine​, @india-katsuki​!!

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Tsukishima teaches his roommate’s bratty girlfriend a lesson or two.

Please heed the warnings, it’s dark in here ;;;;

Tsukishima has hated you since he laid eyes on you. 

You personify everything that he despises, from your big bratty mouth, to your typical bitchy attitude, to your ridiculous wardrobe which must only consist of tiny crop tops and slutty skirts that barely cover your ass. 

Most of all, he hates that you never fail to give him a raging hard on anytime you’re around. But it’s really not his fault, not with the way you prance around his and Kuroo’s apartment in your tiny, indecent outfits and surely not with the sinful moans he hears you make through the thin wall between their bedrooms. He knows you know exactly what you’re doing.

You can’t not know.

He knows you’re trying to tempt him, test his resolve. He doesn’t miss the way you make sure he’s looking when you bend over in your too-short skirt, panties conveniently missing. You’re always mouthing off to him, trying to goad him into an argument, knowing Kuroo will always come to your defense.

You’re trying to push him until the thin, fraying thread that is his self-control snaps.

One day, it does.

You’re standing in the kitchen, boiling some pasta for dinner when Tsukishima unlocks the front door. Great, he thinks, he’s had a long day full of stressful negotiations for the museum and now you’re here to sour his mood even more. Usually Kuroo is there to smooth out any tension that develops between you, quickly defusing any arguments before you start full-on screaming at each other, so your conflicts have never risen above that threshold. 

But Kuroo’s not here, as Tsukishima learns from you in your annoyingly snarky tone, “Tetsu won’t be home until late tonight. He told me to tell you he said to fuck off if you bothered me.” You’re smirking, feeling superior in the belief that you’re safe from his wrath because you’re his roommate’s girlfriend and he wants so badly to wipe that smirk off your face, preferably by belting you until you bleed.

“I didn’t ask, brat,” Tsukishima sneers, narrowing his eyes at you as he passes on the way to his room. He’s trying to keep a calm, collected persona, but you just get under his skin in a way that no one else does. Usually he lets those types of comments go but he’s just so tired, so tense, and so fed up with your attitude that his bubbling anger threatens to break the surface and boil over. He breathes in, breathes out, breathes in, breathes out. He can tolerate your unruly behavior for at least a few hours until Kuroo gets home, he tells himself. He truthfully doesn’t care about his relationship with his roommate, Kuroo just offered him a cheap place to stay after high school graduation, but he knows that if he did hurt you he’d have to find a new place to live and that would just be a headache that he doesn’t want to deal with.

After changing out of his work clothes and putting on sweatpants and a t-shirt, he makes his way down the hall and back into the kitchen to make himself dinner because he sure as hell isn’t going to eat anything you make. Girls his age never know how to cook, only knowledgeable in spreading their legs for any alpha male that looks their way.

Much to Tsukishima’s irritation, you’re still in the kitchen piddling around like the clueless bitch you are, incapable of boiling a simple box of pasta without the water boiling over and making a mess of the stove. He lets out a groan of exasperation, walking over to where you’re standing in front of the stove to remove the pot from the burner.

“Can’t do anything without fucking it up can you, brat?” He growls at you, purposefully clipping your shoulder as he moves behind you to throw the ruined pasta away. He knows he’s baiting you into an argument and that you’ll take the bait, but the knowledge that Kuroo won’t be home for a while makes him want to see how far you’re willing to go without your boyfriend present.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, you know that? No wonder no one likes you,” you huff, leaning against the stove and crossing your arms. The action squishes your breasts together and he can see the faint outline of your areolas through the thin material of your shirt.

“As if I care about what a useless brat like you has to say about me.” Tsukishima scoffs and he can see your anger in the way your shoulders shake.

“You barely fucking know me, who are you to call me useless?” You push yourself off the stove and take a step closer to him.

“I know enough about you to know that you’re useless.” He can feel his resolve fraying more and more as each word leaves your bitchy mouth.

“Oh, I’m useless? Didn’t that little ginger boy you played volleyball with in high school get on the Japan National team while you work at a museum?” You’re smiling triumphantly as if you’ve won this battle of wits, but Tsukishima can rattle off insults in his sleep and this isn’t his first time putting someone in their place.

“You know Kuroo only keeps you around because you’re pretty and you’re a warm, wet hole waiting for him to fuck when he gets home.” He crosses his own arms this time, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. 

“So you think I’m pretty?” You’re snickering at the reddening of his face and the twisting of his delicate features and it fills him with so much rage that the thread... 

Just.

Snaps.

He’s on you so fast that you can’t even blink before he has you pinned to the countertop, one hand squeezing the back of your neck and the other twisting your arm painfully behind you. Tsukishima relishes in the little yelp of pain you make when he twists your arm back farther.

“Absolutely not. Your slutty cunt is the only good thing about you and even that has probably been stretched out by all the cocks you’ve taken.” His voice is calm, collected, as if he were discussing the weather and not verbally abusing you while he has you pressed into the countertop. Your fight-or-flight response triggers and you start kicking and screaming, thrashing against him in a blind attempt to wrench yourself from his grasp. 

“What the fuck are you doing? Fucking asshole get off of me and let me go!” The hand that’s holding your arm quickly grabs your other wrist while his other hand wrenches you upward by a painful grip in your hair. Your back is now pressed against Tsukishima’s chest, wrists restrained by his long fingers and head bent back so your eyes meet his. They’re cold, unfeeling and send a sickly chill down your spine that makes you still immediately.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be quiet and calm down. It’ll be easier that way for the both of us.” The monotony of his voice is even more sinister in this moment where you’re completely at his mercy. Your eyes widen in horror as you feel his cock pressing against your ass and it causes you to start fighting him again, no coordination in the way your muscles move in your frantic movements. You’re screaming, just hoping somebody will hear you, somebody will come save you.

Your hopes are meaningless when you’re so small, so vulnerable. Tsukishima knows no one will come for you and he knows you’ll never be able to overpower him. You’re completely at his mercy, whether you choose to comply or not.

 “You know, even if nobody comes for me now, Tetsu will be home later and I’ll tell him everything you did to me.” You’re confident that the threat of your boyfriend will deter him from taking his abuse any further. You struggle in his grip to hold yourself a little higher so you’re more eye level with him. “He’ll kill you if he sees one hair out of place and I tell him it was you.” 

How cute, you still think you have control of this situation.

“I’ll just deny whatever you claim that I did or didn’t do. Who do you think Kuroo will believe? Me, his longtime friend from high school, or you, his whore girlfriend he met a year ago?” A smug smile tugs at his lips, knowing he’s planted a seed of doubt in your mind that Kuroo will believe you.

“Tetsu loves me! He’ll believe whatever I tell him.” He can’t tell if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“You really think Kuroo loves anything more than your tits,” he uses one hand to grope at your breasts, “or your ass,” the other hand sliding down to fondle at the supple flesh. The feeling of his long, thin fingers on your body causes you to start fighting again, but this time your arms are free so you start flailing them blindly, hoping to stun him long enough that’ll give you enough time to get away. You manage to twist around and smack him in the face and almost wriggle out of his grip but as luck would have it, you don’t get away. You won’t get away. 

Rage takes over his features, his muscles tensing and flexing. Tsukishima quickly raises his hand and brings it down across the left side of your face. It takes a moment for you to realize that he slapped you, confusion slowly morphing into an expression of sheer, unadulterated fear. The horror that dawns on you, overtaking your features, warms his heart.

“If you’re not going to behave and continue to be a brat, I’m going to treat you how a brat should be treated.” He drags you, kicking and screaming, down the hall to his bedroom. He wishes you’d shut the fuck up, but that’ll be taken care of soon enough.

Kuroo thinks you’re his sweet, innocent girlfriend but Tsukishima knows better, knows what you really are. You’re a mouthy, bratty whore who needs to learn her place and he’ll be the one to remind you what you are.

Once you’re in his bedroom he turns and uses one hand to lock the door. How pathetically weak you are that he only needs one hand to restrain you. He digs around with one arm underneath his bed, slowly getting frustrated before he finally grabs what he’s looking for.

Handcuffs.

He grabs your arm and fastens a cuff to your wrist, tightening them just enough so the cold, hard metal digs into your flesh. It only takes a few moments of your incessant struggling for redness to bloom across the skin of your wrists and Tsukishima can’t help but smile at the sight. 

“What kind of sick fuck just has a pair of handcuffs lying around?” You’re scared, he can hear it in the way your voice shakes, but you’re trying to act tough and he can’t help but roll his eyes.

Tsukishima hauls your body over to his bed, forcing you to follow him if you want to prevent fracturing your wrist. He forces you onto the mattress, body bouncing with the impact. With the other cuff in hand, he fastens it to his headboard.

“The kind that’s going to beat your bratty ass into submission before I fuck your stupid cunt.” He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your flimsy, tiny shorts and pulls them down your legs. You start thrashing harder, trying to slow the movements of his hands but your efforts are futile. 

“Stop! What the fuck do you think you’re doing a-asshole!?” You’re on the verge of tears, eyes welling up, bottom lip trembling. You shut your legs as tight as you can in an attempt to impede his quest to remove what’s left of your clothing, but you both know that won’t stop him.

Your entire body stills then seizes up when you see the glint of a box cutter blade in Tsukishima’s hand.

“W-What’re you planning on doing with that?” Your wide, terrified eyes are trained on the blade as he waves it around in the air.

“Stop your whining, I’m not going to cut you with it. It’s just to make removing your clothes easier.” He’s looking at you like a parent would look at a child that was throwing a fit, exasperated and tired of your nonsense. “Hold still and I’ll make this quick. I don’t want to get blood on my sheets just as much as you don’t want to get cut.”

You’re cowering from him, trying to scramble away from him despite the handcuffs anchoring you in place. You gasp when you feel the sharp edge of the blade against your hip, not daring to take another breath. Tsukishima slices through both sides of the little bits of string you call panties, revelling in the way your body trembles underneath him. Another long cut is made down the front of your shirt, the box cutter making quick work of the fabric, and his suspicions are confirmed that you’re not wearing a bra. Of course a whore like you wouldn’t be wearing one.

He admires the enticing curve of your breasts, the way your nipples are hardening in the cool air of his room. Your cheeks are wet with fresh, salty tears and you’re sniveling pathetically. He’s almost tempted to tell you that you’re beautiful like this, tied up and naked, crying, but you don’t deserve his praise. 

“Turn over, face down ass up. If I have to tell you a second time, I have no problems carving you up with this blade.” The threat has you scrambling onto your hands and knees, the action hindered by your restraints but you manage to turn over and present your ass to him.

Tsukishima unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops of his jeans. He takes it in his hand and folds it in half, inspecting its structural integrity to ensure he won’t destroy it as he whips you with it. The belt is real black leather, heavy in his palm and he knows it’ll make pretty welts on your skin.

“Now, it’s time to beat all of that sass and attitude out of you.” 

There’s no warning, no pretense before he starts viciously whipping you with his belt and you’re already screaming. If you hadn’t been so difficult, he might have warmed you up beforehand but he doesn’t mind. Your struggle was like foreplay, a little taste before the main course and it has his cock is straining against his pants. 

Every broken cry that leaves your throat sends arousal down his spine and he thinks he 

should’ve done this sooner. 

He would have if he had known how delicious your screams were.

The blonde is relentless, the impact of the belt never lessening, if anything, the smacks become even more ruthless. Your ass is an angry red and he can see some of the skin beginning to split, fresh, warm blood bubbling to the surface around your deeper wounds.

“P-Please stop, it hurts so much. I can’t take it anymore!” You’re fully sobbing now, tears and snot dripping down your face. “I’ll do a-anything,” you choke out between cries, your voice hoarse from overuse.

“Look at you, bawling hysterically from a few licks with my belt. You really are all bark and no bite. How pathetic,” he sneers.

“Tsukkiiiiii! Please, stop. I’ll do whatever you want as long as you stop hurting me.” The way you say his name is harsh and grating against his ears, but he overlooks it in favor of taking what you’ve been dangling in front of his face all this time.

The sound of Tsukishima’s pants hitting the ground makes you stiffen on the bed, slowly and apprehensively turning your head to look at him. Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates when you see his cock: thick, hard, and leaking precum.

When you feel the dip of the bed underneath his weight, you start shaking and hyperventilating at the realization that this is really going to happen. “You… You’re really going to do this.” You sound so small, so defeated and his chest swells with pride because he did that—he smothered that blazing fire inside you with little more than a few flicks of his wrist.

“Yeah, and there’s nothing you can do about it so just lie there and take it,” he says as he lines himself up against your slit. When he notices the copious amounts of slick drooling out of your quivering pussy, the man can’t help but laugh at your expense. “Are you actually fucking wet from this? Does being fucked against your will turn you on this much?”

Your cheeks burn with shame and disgust because you are wet from Tsukishima’s abuse. It’s wrong, you know that, but your traitorous body doesn’t even feel like your own as it reacts to his touch. No matter how hard you try, you can’t stop the thrusting of your hips to try to catch the head of his cock each time it slots against the tight ring of muscle around your entrance.

“I always knew you were a cock hungry slut. You don't care whose cock is inside this filthy pussy as long as you’re getting fucked, do you?”

You don’t respond, tears welling up in your eyes and leaving watery trails down your cheeks. He’s right. You asked for this—if you hadn’t tempted him, you wouldn’t be handcuffed to Tsukishima’s bed, waiting for him to defile you. 

“I asked you a question,” Tsukishima snarls, fisting your hair in your hand and delivering a sharp spank to your ass. “Tell me how much of a disgusting whore you are.”

“I-I’m a—hiccup—dirty slut that loves t-to get fucked,” you stutter, the words like acid, foul and caustic on your tongue. “All I w-want is a cock inside me.”

“At least you know your place. Now let’s see if this slutty hole of yours is worth anything.” Tsukishima finally thrusts inside you, meeting some resistance from how unprepared you are, but he just pushes harder.

Your walls spasm and clench to try to adjust to his length, but you feel like you’re going to split in half. He’s much bigger than any other man you’ve slept with, stretching and filling you so full your stomach bulges where the tip of his cock is pressed against your cervix.

You scream and writhe on the bed in an attempt to get away from the hard, throbbing length painfully probing your delicate insides, but it’s futile with the handcuffs keeping you firmly shackled to the bed.

“Urgh, shit, for a used hole, you’re so fucking tight. I’m d-definitely going to cum from this.” The blonde takes a sharp breath through clenched teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. He doesn’t want to cum so soon. He can’t cum so soon when he’s waited for this for months.

“P-Please, not inside… I-I’m not on birth control,” you plead softly, hoping he’ll at least spare you the humiliation of having to clean his cum out from inside you.

“Tch, you think I give a shit about that? I’m gonna cum deep inside this pussy, ruin you for Kuroo and any man that’s sorry enough to want to fuck you.” He speaks low, muttering to himself but just loud enough for you to hear.

Despite the aching of your heart each time he speaks, you can feel your pussy begin to give as he fucks into you with abandon, his hips smacking loudly against yours. The sharp burning in your core slowly fades to pleasure as Tsukishima’s cock presses against that little spongy spot inside you that makes you cry out. You bite your lip so hard it bleeds to try to muffle the noise, but it’s no use. He heard you and it just gives him more reason to taunt you.

“Ah, I found it, did I?” the man asks as he hits the spot again and again, making you clench around him as the fluttering of your cunt tells him that you’re close to orgasm. “What a dumb slut you are, about to cream on my cock as I ravage your pussy.”

How utterly fucking humiliating. You’re going to cum on his cock and you didn’t even want this, not with him.

A particularly rough thrust into your g-spot sends electricity down your spine, down your body, and sends you careening over the edge, mouth open in a silent scream. Your sensitive cunt clamps down onto Tsukishima’s cock like a vice, but his ruthless pace doesn’t stop or slow as you shake and convulse underneath him. 

It isn’t like any typical orgasm you’ve had, which are usually blissful and warm, flooding your body with pleasure that makes your limbs heavy and your head fuzzy. No, this is almost painful, as if your orgasm was ripped out of you by force. 

All of your muscles contract as hard as they can and several seconds pass before they relax, your body shaking all the while. As it hits it feels as if a bucket of ice water was poured over your head, shocking and jarring, and you want to claw your way out of your own skin it's all so intense.

Once the last of the aftershocks leave you, you slump forward on the bed, boneless, chest heaving with every breath. You’re too exhausted to hold yourself up as Tsukishima keeps fucking into your overstimulated cunt, taking no regard for you or your body as he chases his own climax. 

You’re whining, gasping, hands fisted into the sheets to try to keep yourself grounded as electricity shoots through you with each thrust. 

“Too muuuch, ‘s too much,” you slur, but it only falls on deaf ears.  

The blonde pulls almost all the way out before shoving himself back inside the tight, wet heat of your cunt, and pushing against your cervix so hard you think he’s trying to fuck that hole too. You’re so fuck drunk that your eyes cross and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, strings of drool staining the mattress.

“Hey,” he calls out, yanking your hair backwards so you’re arched back towards him. “Don’t pass out; I’m gonna cum soon, so tighten up.”

You’re barely conscious by the time his thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated, his own peak just on the horizon. His grip on your flesh is bruising, no doubt leaving purple marks in the shape of his fingers. The pistoning of his hips gets even faster, lewd squelching noises filling the room.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside this slutty little pussy and you’re going to take it all,” Tsukishima groans, digging his long fingers into your hips as he fucks into you.

All you can do is whine and mewl as he buries himself to the hilt, cursing and groaning as he shoots thick, warm spurts of cum into your sore, quivering womb. He leans forward, resting his forehead on your sweaty back as he catches his breath.

Some time passes before he withdraws and you twitch and gasp, the barest stimulation too much for your abused cunt. You try to curl in on yourself to go to sleep, but Tsukishima grabs your ankle and drags your limp body toward the edge of the bed.

“You really think we’re done here? Not even close. I’m not stopping until I’ve soiled every single one of your filthy holes.”

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Been sitting on an idea for the Splenda Pappy AU for the background of the F!Reader. Got the idea from talking to a friend who was a sugar baby for about 10 years and based on Fiona's family situation from Shameless. My friend got a millionaire sugar daddy because she was a single mom and needed to pay bills. He was lowkey (highkey) falling in love with her over time, so it made me think of how Strange could start to grow feelings for the reader.

Hope you're feeling better. 💖

SPLENDA PAPI 😂😂😂😂 My favorite one is glucose guardian 🤭 aspartame father 💀

Ahhhhh but your friend tho!!! Oh gosh, I’m so happy for her! Things happened, and people just kinda fall in love all the time.

I’m still writing the first part (it’s not a series), but for the intro to this au, it’s just best to set the scene in and work from there. I titled it “The Wedding Date” and we get to see how they met, and how the arrangement comes to be. Im super excited to finish it, so hopefully it’ll be done soon 💛

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Story: y/n feels sorry for being herself. sometimes she has trouble accepting and loving herself..even tho she has no problem loving Harry, with all his flaws. he definitely helps her with that ;)

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Anonymous Said: 11 and 20 from the prompt list

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A/N: I got a request for 11 and 20 from the prompt list and they fit perfectly with this. I definitely wrote this with myself, my own struggles, and the struggles of the other beautiful ladies out there in mind. I also wanted to make it a lil bit deeper by incorporating some post-pregnancy y/n had Harry up in there. Also, I wanted do something real fluffy bc what I have planned for Friday is insane. Enjoy🙃

11. “Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.”

20. “Such a beautiful body, why would anyone hate it?”

You were really going through it this morning. For starters, when you woke up you were immediately drawn towards going back to sleep and recouping some of the sleep you’d lost recently. On top of that, your nipples were incredibly sore from breastfeeding and your body was still drained and recovering from giving birth three months ago. But luckily for you though, you were blessed with an amazing husband who didn’t hesitate to take care of you guys’ baby boy. You didn’t even have to ask him, as soon as he saw the exhausted and overwhelmed look on your face when you two woke up to the loud cries of your son, he immediately sprung into action and ordered you to stay in bed and take care of yourself while he tended to the baby and gave you your space. You were able to get a bit more sleep and feel way better than you did earlier on in the morning. Another hour and a half of sleep did wonders for you at this point in your life. That small window of time allowed you to feel rested enough to get up out of bed and get yourself together.

You wasted absolutely no time stripping your sleep clothes off and hopping right into the shower. The water was the perfect temperature and you just stood under it. The hot water pouring down onto your body felt absolutely amazing and you could hands down feel your stress and tension just melting away from it. You were relaxed. Even though you loved your son with your entire being and then some, it was hard. You were so grateful for Harry and you felt like you shouldn’t have any complaints at all.  But it’s just that you weren’t used to having anyone depend on you the way your son just about solely depends on you. So times like these where you were granted a little time to regroup were cherished and seized.

After a nice long shower that was filled with pampering, you turn the water off and you step out to get yourself dried off and dressed. You wrap the fluffy towel from the counter around your body and you head back into the bedroom to grab some clothes. After picking out your daily attire of a t-shirt and sweats, you station yourself on the bed to get ready. But unfortunately for you, you’d stationed yourself right in front of the full body mirror. The second you unwrap your towel from your body, the good feeling that was flowing through you vanished and was replaced with a sad and embarrassed one. This feeling hadn’t reared it’s ugly head in a good while. You hadn’t had the time since the baby was born to take a good look at yourself; and you were starting to feel like you were better off that way.

You always struggled when it came to you having a positive viewpoint of yourself, and in particular your weight. You were constantly battling against the negativity that was coming at you from almost every part of your life. You were in an uphill battle with losing weight and getting to a place where you felt comfortable all the way around. Whenever you took strides to get to that better place, you were always pulled back down. That force was the little comments from family members, people online, and yourself. Whenever you saw or heard what people had to say, you let yourself be overcome with that negativity and in turn it was harder to keep going and push forward. You felt like all your efforts were going to waste and you were never going to see results, inside and out. And at some point you just stopped loving yourself. You managed to love Harry despite his flaws but you couldn’t seem to do it for you. You pretty much gave up on loving yourself. And to make it even worse, you put all of the love inside of you that was supposed to be dedicated to yourself into loving others. The only way you got out of that enormous rut was because of Harry. He made sure to consistently and constantly reassure you that you were beautiful and worth loving. He did daily affirmations and did everything in his power to help you get back on track and work towards your goals.

And for a year you were able to have success in doing that.

After a little over a year of loving yourself, working towards your weight goal, and just feeling good, you got pregnant. When the news broke, you and Harry were over the moon. The two of you were extremely happy and in love that you both could’ve just burst from joy. You were head over heels for Harry and for yourself, and Harry was head over heels for you and the fact that you were head over heels for yourself. Everything was the way it was supposed to be and it was only getting better now that you guys were expecting a bundle of joy. Fortunately for you both, you were able to glide through your pregnancy with only minor hiccups along the way. Since you were always exhausted and you were actively changing, your solid workout and extensive selfceare routines fell by the wayside. You were so tired and just not in the mood that you couldn’t even do the low intensity workouts that your doctor said were okay. The only things you had were your mental wellbeing which was fine, and Harry. You felt bad that you weren’t keeping yourself up the way you’d been doing for the past year and you came down on yourself for it at times. But of course, Harry nipped it right in the bud and brought you back. You couldn’t imagine what you’d do without him throughout all of this.

So seeing yourself in the mirror and taking in your body now was incredibly disheartening and to you it was like a slap in the face to all the hard work you put in along with the tremendous amount of support from Harry. You fully understood that your body wouldn’t be the same after giving birth but you were hoping that it wouldn’t be as bad as it was. That is, as bad as you thought it was. Because you were constantly fighting with those negative thoughts and trying your hardest to love yourself the way you deeply love Harry, everyone else, and now your son, you tended to over exaggerate in your mind how bad something was. If you saw something you didn’t like, you didn’t like it all. And as a result of that, you spent a good amount of time standing there in front of the mirror critiquing your body and asking yourself over and over again how in the hell am I supposed to get back to normal?. You were so engrossed in overanalyzing and critiquing that you didn’t even notice Harry come back into the room.

While you were having some alone time, Harry went into full dad mode. He was able to get bubs to quiet down and let his dad take care of him. He did a quick diaper change so that bubs could be comfortable while Harry made himself something quick breakfast. He played with the baby for a while before giving him a lukewarm bath to get him cleaned up for the day, and he fed bubs, lulling the little boy right into a milk induced sleep. And hopefully, it’d stick for an hour or two so that he could spend some time with his wife. When he makes his way into the room, Harry’s feeling good. He got the baby squared away and taken care of, and his wife was taking some much needed time to herself. He knew that it was a big adjustment for you and he wanted to take as much off of you as possible because you deserved it. After your struggles in the past with your weight and loving yourself, Harry could only imagine how difficult it must be to keep yourself in a good headspace and just enjoy motherhood to the fullest without focusing on the “negatives”.

That’s why when he saw you looking at your naked body in the mirror with a downcast and almost disgusted look on your face towards your reflection, Harry knew exactly what was going on and he had to step in. You were doing so well and the last thing he wanted was for you to fall back into that deep hole of negativity that you worked so hard to get out of. He immediately makes his way over and stands right in front of you so that he’s blocking your view of the mirror. When he does this, your head still hangs low and you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him.

“I look horrible.” You whisper sorrowfully. At this, Harry extends his hands out to cup your cheeks and lift your head up to look at him.

“Baby…” He coos, seeing the saddened look in your glassy eyes. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, you always have been. You’re even more beautiful now.”

“No I’m not. Everything is worse and I won’t be able to get back from this.” You sigh pessimistically.

“Yes it’ll take time, but you can do it and I’ll be right here by your side to help you through.” He begins, lovingly reassuring you of his full commitment to you. Harry then lets go of your cheeks and moves so that he’s behind your body and so that you can see the mirror again before wrapping his arms around your naked waist. “When I look at you, I see a badass and a strong woman. I see the woman who carried and delivered our son. I see the beautiful mother of my child. I see the woman I married three years ago. I see you Y/n, the love of my life.” He whispers, trying his hardest to hold back his own tears. Seeing you be so harsh towards yourself was not okay with him and it tore him apart. You are his rock, and to see you falling apart was causing him to break down himself.

“I just- I hate it.”

“Such a beautiful body, why would anyone hate it?” He whispers, trying to reason with you. “You’re beautiful.” He reminds pointedly. “Now say it with me.” He instructs further.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I’m beautiful.” The both of you say in unison repeatedly, every time Harry gives you a kiss to your neck. As this continues on, Harry couldn’t stop himself from stiffening up in his pants. The two of you hadn’t been this intimate in a good while and he missed it. He knew that you were still feeling insecure and that his purpose was to reassure you that you’re not what you’re saying you are and that he loves you so much. That’s why Harry was absolutely loving the idea of making love to you so that you could really see how amazing you are and the effect you have on him.

While his kisses and affirmations continue, Harry’s hand slowly strays away from your lower stomach. He slowly but surely makes his way down to the area between your legs, cupping you in his hand with his fingertip resting on your button between your folds. He then begins to circle his finger around your button. You hadn’t felt his fingers in a good while, and you had to admit that they felt really good against you right now. When your pants and small moans begin to hasten and you begin to enjoy him more, Harry swiftly turns you around to face him before lifting you up and lying you down on the bed. Once you’re lying on the bed, Harry quickly undresses himself  before lying on top of you.

“Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.” Harry admires, taking in all of your amazing features. He then begins to work your body, starting with your neck and working his way down. He peppers kisses all across your skin and he continues with his affirmation as he kisses down and up your body. “Wanna make you feel good, wanna make love to you. Can I baby?” Harry asks softly, bringing his lips to yours.

“Please?” You sigh needfully up to him. You really needed to feel good. When you give him this answer, Harry is quick to keep himself propped up on one hand as he reaches down to line himself up with your entrance. When you feel him nudging at your hole, you reach up to pull his face down and connect your lips with his before lifting your hips up a little to give him the signal to keep going. As he pushes into you, you both keep your mouth’s against each others, moaning into one another as he enters you. It felt a bit weird, but it felt really good. You felt full and Harry was filling you. Everything was perfect.

Harry continues to slowly and deeply rock his hips into you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear through his moans and  keeping two fingers on your clit. The both of you were on cloud nine. You were being fully pleasured by Harry and he was pleasuring you and you feel special the way you deserved while receiving amazing pleasure as well. Since the both of you were a bit more sensitive due to the fact that there were so many emotions involved, you and Harry reached the edge pretty quickly. The pleasure was outstanding and you both needed to let go and fully experience it all.

“Wanna cum with me darling?” Harry coos through a moan, continuing to rock into you and rub at your clit.

“So bad.” You whine, feeling his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

“I love you so much baby.” Harry grunts down to you, deeply pushing in one final time  as he begins to let go inside you.

“I love you too!” You gasping response, feeling your own release wash over your entire being. It was amazing to say the least.

“Y’so beautiful.” He says again as he rides the wave of his release. When he says this, he is subliminally signaling for you to repeat it.

“I’m beautiful.” You say softly, still feeling the major shocks of your release.

One round of loving wouldn’t do the ultimate trick in changing how you felt, but it was definitely a good place to start.

Masterlist

[toko-writing-imagines]

I shall send in a request for celestia lundenberg trying to comfort her s/o who just got kicked out of the house because they are 'useless' to the family, you don't have to if you're not comfortable with the request!

Don't worry my yume-nonnie! This request is perfectly okay with me

to anyone who thinks they are useless, you are not!! you are perfectly okay with your flaws and all so don't let anyone tell you otherwise ♡♡

Thank you for requesting! Enjoy your hcs

(Under a cut cus I may have went a tad overboard and wrote a lot than intended)

Celestia comforting her s/o who just got kicked out for being 'useless' to the family

【Celestia Ludenberg】

• Celestia kinda predicted this would happen in some way, albeit it was the last scenario to come to her head, the future is always unknown

• Even before the two of you were dating, she was protective of you in general, which soon she became even more protective once she found out about your family situation

• You would usually vent to her at school, over the phone, or just through text about how your family would tell you how 'useless' you are and such almost everyday

• And so, Celes would have you call or text her everyday after school to check up and make sure you are okay. She would also remind you how you are not in fact 'useless' and your family are just blind to your true talent

• However, today was just the last straw for your so called "family"

• You couldn't remember all the details, you didn't want to remember them

• All you can recall was yelling, your family berating you about how you were so utterly useless to the family and had no right to even live there anymore. They basically kicked you out, only giving you your clothes (not even all of them) any other keepsakes

• Then you were crying, you couldn't believe this at all. Your family did this, the ones you were suppose to trust and still love even tho you shouldn't

• Where were you supposed to go now?

• Well, none other than to go to your girlfriend's house. And that's exactly what you did, you wiped away your tears the best you could and walked

• Once you arrived, Celes was the one to greet you of courses. At first she was happy but once she saw the look on your face, all hell was gonna break loose soon

• She let you inside, her home being generally bigger than most, and you had to explain your situation

• You physically had stop her from going over to your house and start yelling at your family and throwing threats all over the place once you told her about what happened

• This girl (allegedly) can hire someone to kill anyone she finds uninteresting (or Rank F in her terms) so she won't really hesitate to do the same for your family

• Well, there's no needed for that now. She let out a sign as she pulled you into a hug. A stiff one but you can sense the comfort in it

• Lightly twirling a strain of your hair, she just tells you how it'll be okay and if you just say the word she will happily hire someone to get rid of your family for all this

• Please Celes, calm down

• Theres more than one room in her house, so you get it for privacy

• Now you live with your girlfriend, which made you feel safer and more happier

• Everyday she reminds you about how you are perfect, and that if anyone says otherwise then they just digged their own grave

• Also a fun bonus, her cat also likes you. So sometimes she would check up on your and will find Grand Bois laying down next to you

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I hope this wasn't too ooc for Celeste! I'm still figuring her general character out

also I just think that since she wins a lot of money from gambling, her house would be bigger than normal- not like mansion big but just big

and I only got two more days till summer! So hopefully I'll be writing more often with so much time on my hands ^^

~ Mod Toko 💜

[pale-rose01]

Sort of took a break from tumblr because I was busy moving into my own apartment. But now that that’s done I can be much more active on here.

I’ve hardly been eating and I’ve bought a bunch of low calorie and healthy things to sustain me. I have a bunch of snacks that I’ve accumulated over time but not eaten because I don’t wanna waste food. But apart from that literally I have to eat is low calorie stuff.

I think the reason I’m not losing weight any quicker is because even tho I restrict to less than 500 calories without fail (usually having around 350 plus burning most of them off anyway) is that most of what I eat is processed and not good for me. Even tho I hardly eat, what I do eat hasn’t been very healthy. So imma do my best to eat healthier and hopefully that will cause some extreme and rapid weight loss.

Also I bought baby garden and vegetable risotto, and a whole pouch of it is 91 cals. I’m really hoping it tastes nice, even if it just tastes bland I have spices that I can add to it to make it taste better. If it ends up being nice then it’ll definitely become a go-to dinner.

I’m so glad University is starting back up again soon, I’ll be so busy studying that I won’t be tempted to eat. But for the next couple of weeks I’m going to be so busy with work that I won’t eat much anyway and I’ll burn a shit ton of calories off.

[baka-monarch]

A/N: One day I was looking at Krackinnit fluff and said: what if angst tho, so then this happened. I'd like to preface by saying that this is platonic. This is based on the Krackinnit Au and its respective characters, not to be confused with the actual the content creators. Also, for reference, Tommy is around 250ish feet tall at the beginning. I hope you guys enjoy!

-EchoLocation

---Growing Pains---

<Krackinnit Au>

Warning: Swearing (There's like... one swear.)

Word Count: Around 1.7k words.

...

A would-be whimper was suppressed into becoming a low grumble.

He didn't want to grow. Not anymore. He hadn't wanted to grow for awhile but it... it just. kept. happening. Tears pricked at his eyes. He'd been so sure, so very sure, that the last time he grew would be his last. Kraken hybrids were supposed to be around two hundred feet. That's what all the library books had said, from the few that even mentioned krakens.

Weeks earlier, Tommy had come to the conclusion that he'd made it-(Through the helpful but awkward method of stacking his mer friends on top of another)- that he had made it, he had reached the end of his growth spurt. He had even excitedly confided to Tubbo that "That was the last one, I'm positive!" Tubbo, seeing Tommy's enthusiasm, hugged him tightly. "Congrats big man!" They maintained eye contact and wore matching smiles.

To Tommy, he would finally stop growing, finally have less pains, and finally be able to fit a home to his size. To Tubbo, he shared Tommy's joy, because he was glad that Tommy was able to win something, to celebrate something, after all of his past losses.

But of course the universe decided that it was a premature triumph. Tommy shook his head, bringing himself back to the present and deciding not to linger on his own self disappointment.

Fucking genetics, he thought.

His stomach gurgled in response.

But now...Now he was running as fast as he could towards the coast. If he transformed now, it would happen immediately, so that was not optimal. But if he did not transform soon, his primal instincts would kick in and nobody, nobody, wanted that.

If possible, he ran faster.

Moments earlier, Tommy and Tubbo had been spectating Dream's latest Manhunt challenge when Tommy heard a gurgle. He had reassured himself that he'd be fine, after all, he was in his human form and he hadn't eaten anything similar in size to his true height. A slightly irritated stomach was normal and happened quite often because he hung out with Tubbo. Then there was another gurgle. Tubbo had sent him a concerned glance while Tommy's mind raced to catch up with his thoughts. Two noises within a minute was unheard of- unless...

Tommy swore loudly as he rapidly rushed down from the spectator stands. Tubbo opened his mouth to ask, but Tommy had interrupted him with a shout "Gotta go! Enjoy the game!". Tommy bolted away. Tubbo, unsurprisingly, went after him.

...

His head was throbbing by the time he saw the outline of the beach. Despite not wanting it to, his body started to relax at the sight, and the moment he dived for the water his limbs shifted haphazardly and his tentkckle's broke through their disguise, eager to touch and feel anything. His form kept expanding and extending outward until there was a ginormous silhouette that blocked the view of the coastal water.

His head hadn't stopped throbbing. He was growing and knew that the discomfort would only worsen. His stomach grumbled again, reminding him of his lack of consumption earlier. Tommy grimaced, without food, growing was always more painful, choosing to leech off his own energy because of the absence of food inside him.

He curses at himself for his lack of foresight. Then, he eases himself back into the ocean as much as he can, and proceeds to lay on his stomach. His chin digs into the floor of the beach while his arms keep most of his face from the ground. The tips of his fingers claw and grip the earth harshly with familiarity.

His body wants him to endure the pain in the deep depths of the ocean. His mind argues back that the beach is more comfortable to reside on, especially when Tubbo is there with him.

At the same time, a small part of his mind whispers of how he doesn't want Tubbo to see him here, weak, and only able to squirm uncomfortably. Besides, the whisper adds, Dream's Manhunt would be fun, Tubbo could continue to have a blast.

Ten minutes, he compromises with his bodily discomfort. Agreeing along the lines of 'if Tubbo doesn't show up then out to the ocean it is', to suffer more quietly, but all alone.

It's not a surprise when Tubbo does show up -he always does- and is concerned -that too-.

...

Tubbo was carrying a bundle of various natural resources that mainly comprised of leaves. To Tubbo, Tommy's mood is obvious, there is displeasure written all over his features and he glares into the forest, but he turns his head to smile a sad smile at Tubbo. Tubbo returns the smile, but he doesn't know if Tommy can even see it. As if sensing something, Tommy returns to having a stare off with the trees of the forest.

Tubbo knows that Tommy's senses get jumbled during his growth spurts, and that Tommy gets sensitive with his hearing so Tubbo speaks up softly. "I'm right here with you, if you need anything, just ask. I'm going what I usually do, if you don't feel like that's helping, please tell me." Tommy's ear flicked in his direction, signifying he had heard Tubbo's words. No response. So this is one of the more painful ones, Tubbo realizes.

And with that, Tubbo placed the bundle on the ground, grabbed a large leaf, and pressed the leaf against the side of Tommy's elbow. Then he moved the leaf in a circular pattern. The leaf's purpose was to let the texture of the leave's motion serve as a distraction to Tommy's pain. Different leaves meant different textures. Whether the tactic worked efficiently was up to question. Tubbo liked to think it worked, after all, it had worked well enough in the past to help Tommy. Now though... well, Tubbo would continue try his hardest to help, even if Tommy's size kept minimizing said help.

And then their silence began. Well, Tubbo's silence. Tommy would continue to squirm and gurgle as time went on.

...

At one point, Tommy's eyes resigned to watching the tiny mop that was Tubbo's hair. Tubbo was so much smaller compared to when Tommy first revealed his kraken characteristics . Of course Tubbo had completely been dwarfed by Tommy's side, but now he was so so very small, like a sprinkle.

Without warning, Tubbo scooted backwards and Tommy blinked, realizing that he had started crying. They made eye contact, or at least, Tommy thought they did, Tubbo's head was tilted in his direction so...

"I'm sorry," Tommy mumbled, slowly bringing his hand to wipe away his tears. Tommy made sure he was gentle with his movements. Gentle, always gentle, especially near Tubbo.

"There's no need to apologize" Tubbo reassured quietly, but Tommy's ears picked up on it regardless.

"I-" Tommy started, "I really thought it would be the-the last one". One, two, three tears splashed on the shore's surface. Tubbo could see the glistening of Tommy's eyes for a moment before both of his hands were brought to cover his face. As a result, the sand shifted to accommodate the sudden movement. If it wasn't enough for the growing itself, the pain had a tendency to make him more emotional than normal, and now he was somber in a delirious sort of way. He was still crying. Tommy kept his hands in their position and tilted his face down to see Tubbo hugging his elbow.

"I know" Tubbo soothed. "It'll be alright. You'll be alright. We love you, and size isn't going to change that." He comforted.

Tommy didn't immediately respond. His attention was focused on his elbow and Tubbo's presence. There was no feeling. There was no pressure. He didn't feel anything. He didn't feel Tubbo. He DiDn'T FeEl TuBbO!

Tommy's breath hitched momentarily and then the water works fell down and decimated a bit of the shore line. Protect, protect, protect. Quickly, Tommy's hand jutted out to steady itself over Tubbo's head, keeping the tears from directly hitting him. The tears dripped from the sides of Tommy's hand, and even if Tubbo jumped he wouldn't be able to make contact with the ceiling that was Tommy's hand. Contact was key when it came to helping Tommy so... "You can hold me, if you'd like." he offered.

Tommy took no time in doing so, choosing to gently scoop Tubbo into cupped hands. Tommy extended his thumb towards Tubbo, but didn't touch him. There is uncertainty in Tommy's eyes, but that doesn't stop Tubbo from trying to help. Tubbo then proceeds to lean his forehead against the tip of the thumb and is able to partially wrap his arms against the side of it.

Tommy's posture shifts slightly and the tears come to a halt. He's finally relaxing. Tubbo smiles.

...

Tommy rejoices. There's a smile growing on his face by the second. He can feel Tubbo, and that's all that matters. Earlier must have been a false alarm.

Yes, he reflects on it, a false alarm. He focuses back onto Tubbo. It's not that much pressure, but it's Tubbo, and it is the feeling of touch.

Tommy eases his body closer to the shore and settles his hand next to his face. Tubbo climbs toward his face, and to Tommy, every single step is a reminder that he can still feel Tubbo, and a reminder that he isn't too big for it not to be true. Hopefully, he'd not ever be that big.

Tubbo settles into a crevice between Tommy's face and hand. The pressure is still there due to Tubbo's weight. They stay like that until the sun starts to set and the wind blows a bit colder.

...

It's time to move.

The growth spurt is over, and had been for a while now. Tommy peers at Tubbo, who has fallen asleep. He shakes his hand ever so gently, and Tubbo stirs. Tommy eases Tubbo onto the rest of his hand and places him on the shore. Tubbo watches, still a bit sleepy, as Tommy reverts to his human form. Tommy's form shrinks until he's shuffling out of the water.

They meet half-way, and this time Tommy is the one who hugs him. "Tubbo, I gotta say..." he begins. "I think George may have stronger arms than you. I mean we joke and all about his stick arms but-" Tommy cut off with a teasing smile.

"Oi!" Tubbo lightly jabs him in the side. "How's that for arm strength?"

"That's an elbow, Tubbo."

"Same thing."

"If you say so."

There's a beat of silence as they start heading toward the village.

"Thanks." He doesn't know what he did to deserve Tubbo.

"Anytime." Tubbo replies, as if what he's saying is actually true.

And, it is.

...

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[tatertotthethot]

The Doms Next Door 2.0

THIS IS A TEMPORARY REUPLOAD FOR THIS CHAPTER CUZ TUMBLR IS RAN BY A BUNCH OF BOTS. 2.1 HERE

Warnings/AN: frequent, casually cursing; comical, gay Jimin; insecure reader; steamy flirting; tattoo/sexualized Tae 🙃. Enjoy~ (TAEKOOK EDIT ABOVE IS ARTKOOK DONE BY NONCONMAN ON INSTAGRAM)

copyright © 2018 all rights reserved

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Your tires came to a stop outside of the tattoo shop you've seen online— a brick building, covered in spray paint and street-style art. A sign buzzed over the awning of the entrance doors, with the built-in UV lights and graffiti-styled font displaying the name of the place in neon-red letters. Kink For Ink! The name alone was what first caught your attention last week, when you Googled "Tattoo shops near me" and it pulled up a list, with "Kink For Ink" being the first option. It just seemed so uncanny and fitting at the time, considering the previous run-in you just had with the sex-crazed neighbors a couple nights before. You couldn't help but to click the link to their Instagram.

A profile came up with 53.4k followers, which immediately blew your mind... but you quickly saw why. Every tattoo and piercing, no matter the body-placement, skin-type, or quirky design, was vividly appealing— certainly done by the articulate hands of certified experts. Even in the comments of the piercings that were posted, people were praising them for the "minimal" amount of pain they experienced, despite the fact that some of piercings were done in places you couldn't even fathom the thought of having a needle jammed through.

It said in the bio that the shop is owned by the two artists that work there— Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. You couldn't find out much about them, all their pictures showed was their work. You even went back to search for a personal account of their own, but nothing came up. You then went back to the bio and clicked a link to the official website, hoping to find out something, but you were met with a disclaimer rule at the top that automatically deemed your chances of even getting your piece done by them, slim-to-none.

• No walk-ins allowed.

• Every request/idea must be sent in through the DMs of our Instagram page. You will only be accepted only if it spikes our personal interests.

Yikes; You were instantly discouraged by this. The piece you wanted was something so common and cliché, that you actually got the image out of a child's coloring book.... It was the cartoon layout of the glass vase and enchanted rose, from the Beauty and the Beast movie. Cheesy, yes. But it was something of personal, nostalgic value. You remember when you were little— roughly around 3 or 4 years of age— when your parents started fighting and would spend all day screaming and throwing things at each other, putting you in a constant state of anxiety. But then you'd go to bed at night and pop the VHS tape, and the movie never failed to put you in a peaceful state of mind— a hopeful one. It's remained as your all-time favorite love story throughout the years. Which, is ironic, considering that the relationship itself was different, but almost as dysfunctional as your parent's. However, the fact that even the Beast was capable of change, and everything wound up so perfect and happy in the end, makes your heart happy. And even now, at age 19, it still puts you in your feelings. The previous remake of a movie is what actually inspired you to get the enchanted rose as a tattoo, after seeing it in 3D not too long ago. But you're only willing to shell out up to $200 for it, at most. You've just started college, and even though Jimin's parents own the house and let the two of you live there, rent free, you're still responsible for half the utility bills from month to month. Blowing every bit of money you have saved up, right at the start of the semester, would just be irresponsible. But $200 was manageable, and you're looking for anything that'll give you a little extra "oomph" to break you out of this introverted shell you've always known. Pushing it off would just delay it, and you were ready for change. The nose piercing you want is just a small little thing that'll hopefully add a bit of flare to the features of your face. These two guys could probably do the piercing/tattoo with a blindfold on and a hand tied behind their back. So, if it meant that you'd be able to get these things done in confidence, without having to worry about the outcome, you figured it wouldn't hurt for you to at least ask, even if they straight-up ignore you. So, after spending an unnecessary amount of time overthinking the wording of your text, you finally constructed a message in your notes and DM'd it to business page, after sending them a small, simple outline of the cartoony rose, and pressed send.

• You: Hello! I've been wanting to get this tattoo done for a very while now, and was hoping one of you will be willing to do it for me... along with piercing my nose? I know it's a very mediocre and cliché piece, and a nose piercing can be done anywhere. But I'm new to the area and I've never gotten a tattoo/piercing done before and I haven't really checked out any other places either because I found this page first. And from what I can see, you guys are pretty efficient and CRAZY talented. So, I trust it'll get done right.... only if you want to! I'm willing to pay $200 for this, but if it costs that much for just the outline I've sent then that's fine as well. But I understand if neither of you want to do it cuz that is really cheap compared to the ones I've seen lol. But either way, thx for ur time 😁

A few minutes went by and you had just unlocked your phone to check the message again, when the word "seen" popped below the message. You held your breath for a second— but seconds turned to minutes, and time went by with no reply, what-so-ever. You figured maybe you sounded a little too immature to take seriously; kind of like a prepubescent 12-year-old asking someone out for a dance... and you blew it. Which was disappointing, but predictable. So fuck it. Maybe it's a sign; you shouldn't get it after all.

11pm rolled around, many hours later. You were now hiding beneath your covers, beginning your "amateur threesome" exploration on PornHub. You were ready to see what this whole "2 guys, 1 girl" thing was all about. But just when you were about to type it into the search bar, you were interrupted by an Instagram notification dropping down from the top of your screen.

"KinkForInk sent you a message."

You audibly gasped, eyes turning to saucers as you clicked on the notif and switched over to the Instagram app.

• KinkForInk: Hi (Y/N). This is Tae, one of the artists of the shop. The tattoo you sent in is worth roughly $100... but I want to run an offer by you in hopes that you'll be interested.

— Your brows scrunched in oddity, stomach fluttering. An offer? For you?

• You: Okay, sure. What's that?

• KinkForInk: I've been looking for someone willing to showcase the custom design I've come up with, specifically for a much more... exclusive version of the Beauty and the Beast tattoo you sent. And if you'd be down for letting me and my partner put it on you, it'll be free. No charge. BUT you'll also have to sign a contract saying that you'll do a little bit of modeling for us once it's done. You think you'd be in to doing something like that, even if you get it?

— Your head spun for a second, reading the message over and over again until you could fully wrap your mind around what he was saying.

• You: Hold on... YOU wanna put a tattoo on ME so that I model for you? And it's FREE? Are you sure about this? I'm not even model material lol.

• KinkForInk: Yes, yes, and yes, you are. You'd be perfect for this.

• You: How do know that? Is it a face tattoo? Cuz I only have 6 selfies on here and you can't see anything past my shoulders.

—"Seen" came up as soon as you hit send, but a couple of minutes rolled by with no reply to the message, nor was he even typing. Maybe you came off a little rude. But it was already sketchy and it was a logical question.

— An image suddenly popped up: a screenshot of your Facebook profile. Then another— and much to your horror, it was the photo Jimin tagged you in last week, when the two of you were swimming at a local community pool. You were wearing a simple two piece, sitting at the foot of the lawn chair Jimin was also sitting in, as his legs were visible on either side of you and his lap was practically framing your ass. The photo was at an upward angle and looked so scandalous— but really, you had just asked Jimin to put sun screen on your back and he didn't want to stand up because the pavement was too hot against his bare feet. But you actually liked the picture at the time; it was just a silly joke and your ass actually looked quite nice from that angle. Plus, everyone knows nothing sexual actually goes on between the two of you, for obvious reasons. But Taehyung doesn't, so you couldn't help but dreadfully cringe when you saw the caption of the screen shot.

"Babymama 💦🍆"

• KinkForInk: Is this you??

• You: Yes, that's me. The caption is a joke tho... pay no mind to that. But this is like, really happening? You really think it'd look good on me?

— Why that picture though? You couldn't help but wonder.

• KinkForInk: Yes. Like I said, you're perfect for this piece. Are you down to at least see what the tattoo will look like? We don't expect you to be experienced with modeling or anything, but if you listen to us and cooperate, you'll do just fine.

• You: Yes I wanna see, and I'll do the best I can if I decide to get it... I'm just a bit shy, is all.

• KinkForInk: You'll be in good hands. I promise.

• You: Okay... are you going to show me??

• KinkForInk: Can't send it over a message, I don't want it plagiarized or the concept stolen. But the piece itself isn't necessarily crazy or anything, just more creative. I'd be more than happy to show you at my shop some day this week, if you'd be willing to swing by.

• You: Yeah, I can do that. When should I come?

• KinkForInk: Are you available after 5 tomorrow?

• You: I am, I get off at 4:30.

• KinkForInk: Great. Be here by 5:30, and make sure you've eaten in case you like the piece and wanna get started. It's pretty big for a first timer and gonna take a lot of time and patience. It'll have to be done in sessions but I hope you have a fair enough pain tolerance to at least get the outline of it done first.

— It can't be any worse than a bikini wax, you thought, shivering at the memory. That a story for another time. You decided on an alternative scenario.

• You: I give blood from time to time... but that's easy and doesn't really hurt that much. I think I can handle it though... maybe. I honestly don't know lol, I'm sorry 😣. But I can try my best. Can I ask where it's supposed to go?

• KinkForInk: That's okay, I'll work with you. It's supposed to go down the middle of your back. Starts between the center of your shoulder blades, and trails down the length of your spine to your lower lumbar. You'll see how it looks once we transfer a template on your back. But if you don't like it, there will be no hard feelings from my end. I can still do the tattoo you want if that's the case, free of charge just for your time.

• You: Oh no, you don't have to do that! I'd still pay!

• KinkForInk: Not if I don't accept your money. Trust me, I'm not worried about it. The nose piercing is gonna be $30 regardless, though. JK isn't so lenient.

• You: Of course. Will I have to take my shirt and bra off for the tattoo?

• KinkForInk: Yes, and for the pictures once it's done.

— Your mind blanked at that; thumbs froze over the keypad. He was typing again.

• KinkForInk: Don't let that discourage you. Again, you're in good hands. You can bring something to cover your chest. And the pics will be if your back as well.

• You: Okay, I can handle that. So 5:30 tomorrow?

• KinkForInk: Yes, please don't flake on us!

• You: Lol, I won't. I'll be there.

"They're gonna knock us the fuck out and sell our organs to the black market," Jimin declared. He had parked next to you outside of the shop, and was now sitting in the driver seat of his car with his door locked and windows all the way up, refusing to get out. You were standing right outside his door, still having to talk on the phone. "And is this Tae-guy an AllState representative or something?"

Jimin is petty. You wanted him here for moral support— which he's usually reliable for— but this time, he's just plain salty right and doing everything he can to remind you of that. Reason is, he's been begging you to get a matching tattoo with him ever since your 18th birthday, and you've always refused because of what he wanted to get.

Cupcakes. Jimin wanted to get matching cupcake tattoos... in honor of Cupcakke the legend. Sorry, but H E L L no.

You rolled your eyes, growing frustrated. He only has enough time to pop in and confirm that these two aren't gonna kill you, and then he's gotta head home to get ready for work. You were already supposed to be in there. It was 5:33pm, 3 minutes past the time.

"Jimin, you're the one that insisted on coming along! And now you're making me late!" you ranted. "I'm going in without you."

"Hold your horses, hoe! I'm finishing my blueberry slushie," He retorted, sassily bringing the straw to his mouth and loudly slurping it into the phone. He then abruptly flinched away from the straw with a disgusted expression, nostrils flared, body locking up; lips drawing into an air-tight knot that was so extreme and unnatural, it caused an ugly snort to break out of your nose.

He smacked his lips in exaggeration to the taste, face falling back into stone as an eyebrow arched over the top of his aviators; unamused and saltier than before... Like you were at fault for that, too.

"Or... Blueberry-ass, I should say."

That forced another giggle out of you as Jimin stiffly rolled his window down, phone still pressed to his ear and eyes still scowling at you behind the inspector shades. He bit down on the straw and withdrew it with his teeth before dumping the dark-blue contents of the drink out of the window, making it a point to shake the styrofoam cup empty of every drop before tossing it over his shoulder and into back seat. He then spat the straw out of his mouth with an audible "PLUUUUH!" of a French accent, and waited until the window rolled all the way up again, just so he could hang up the phone. You scoffed at this as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, scornfully watching Jimin exit the car and slam the door behind him. He snatched his glasses off his face as his cotton-candy hair swayed in the breeze, revealing his scornful eyes right back at you as he gestured for you to lead the way in exasperated manner— as if you were the one wasting his time now.

"Go on, lead us to the grave," He shooed, a snippy little shit. You sauntered away, walking up the side of the shop, then paused just before reaching the glass entrance door, when you remembered how much of a coward you are. You've never even stepped into a parlor before, and supposedly, this was a famous one. Which makes it more and more surreal when you think about it.

"Are we doing the mannequin challenge now? Is that what we're doing?" Jimin sardonically inquired.

"You go first, I'm nervous!" You whisper-hissed.

"You don't want me to go in there first— I'll show out," he reasoned, simply stating a fact.

"Please don't," you whined.

"Then, again, I'll show out?" He reiterated, as if to say duh. "How else am I supposed to break the ice? I look like Timmy Turner's Fairy-Gay- Parent."

You gave him a wary look... he's right. You sighed, slightly kicking your foot in distracted defeat. Fuck, you hated making an entrance to new places—

"Hold up— is that Drake?" Jimin suddenly blurted, holding his hand up to silence you. You honed in on the muffled track playing from behind the glass door, and Jimin's face soon light up like a Christmas tree before he spun around you, unstoppable.

"Jimin, NO—!"

"KIKI, DO YOU LOVE ME—?!"

It was already too late. The door was flying back behind him as he Milly-Rocked his way into the shop, leaving you no choice but the chase in behind him.

"—ARE YOU RIDING? SAY YOU'LL NEVA-EVA LEAVE FROM BESIDE ME— hello there."

You were panting, coming to a stop right behind Jimin, where you instantly latched on to the back of his shirt as you met the face of the man behind the studio counter. And, as corny as this is gonna sound: the world actually stilled for a solid beat... or maybe you were in the verge of cardiac arrest.

A pair of glossy-Black eyes looked up at the two of you; A series of silver-studded earrings trailed along the outer cartilages, peaking out beneath a head of soft, layer-swept hair. It was a Carmel-tinted blonde in color— thick and shaggy, and neatly spilling in waves around a headband that proudly sported a high-dollar brand-name you've never seen anyone wear in person before. G U C C I, it read— Meaning that the headband alone was probably worth more than some of your college text books, put together. It sat just a few inches above a pair of dark brows, that oddly brought out the shape of his cat-like eyes— irises like polished marbles. His ample lips had a sharp, well-defined Cupid's-bow, and a natural shade of pink that fit the porcelain appearance of his melanin-kissed complexion, to the finest degree.

And here you are, looking like an actual bum. You had just enough time to clock out of work and head straight over here to make it in time. You didn't even have any makeup on, and the only thing hiding your raggedy hair from those captivating eyes is your old baseball cap from high school. It took a second for him to take the bold presence that was Park Jimin— who was also frozen to the spot as he openly checked the guy out. He was hunched over the counter, a v-neck hoodie covering the rest of him with a thin, loose-fitting material. It was Black and allowed a full visual of his tan neck, and prominent collar bones. And it certainly didn't hide the fact that he had a pair of wide-set shoulders, either. A pencil sat in his hand— one that was laced with masculine veins, and lot of decorative ink. There was a silver ring on his thumb.. and a very heavy-looking Rolex watch.

The man cracked a grin at Jimin— a boxy one that dimpled in at the corners.

"Love the hair," he humorously began, twisting a quirky eyebrow at Jimin. You subconsciously snagged the bill of your hat as your eyes went a little wide at how mature the man's voice was.

"Love the watch," Jimin retorted, then reached around and gripped you by the wrist before pulling you into full view beside him. "You wouldn't happen to be Taehyung...?"

"Mhm," the man hummed, absentmindedly moving his wrist at the mention of his watch. His eyes cut over to you, and you swore you could see a minuscule reflection of yourself in his eyes, before they flashed back at Jimin and blinked. "You must be the babydaddy?"

Blood rushes to your ears. It's really him... a guy who looks like a high-dollar model himself, asking you to be his canvas model. Your own conscious didn't even know what to say right now. So you stayed quiet and still as Jimin took charge... which was a mistake.

"She wishes, but no. I'm the best-friend— and a gay one, at that," Jimin replied, and you knew he did that for his benefit. Thot. "I'm just here to make sure you're not gonna sacrifice her to Satan, or anything of that nature. I need her around in case I ever forget the Netflix password."

Taehyung chuckled at that, mouth opening to reveal a row of teeth shinier than Chip Skylark's. But then, you caught something behind his teeth that caused your gut to leap. A silver ball... a tongue ring. Your thoughts clouded over for a second.

"Well, I can assure you, she's safe with me," he said, looking over at you again. You blinked, nothing more. His brow arched at your lack of response, but this time, it was done more handsomely as he was still smirking at you. "Still, you don't look too thrilled to be here... You sure you wanna do this?"

"She's just nervous because you're really fucking hot," Jimin announced, unyielding. "You should feel how sweaty her hand is."

"Don't listen to him— I'm gay too," You lied in panic, trying to defend yourself from the absolute truth Jimin spoke just then. You snatched your hand away from him and jutted a finger at the door, eyes beading and lid twitching as your nerves ran amuck. "Goodbye, Jimin."

"She's a lonesome hetero," Jimin told Taehyung, assuring him with a face that showed no bluff. "One look at her camera roll, and you'd see for yourself—" You were yanking him away by the arm now, in a tug-of-war game that Jimin obviously could've won if he really wanted to. But he figured you suffered enough and eventually let you drag him out of the shop, waving bye to Taehyung before turning to look at you with beading eyes.

"I think he wants to fuck you— text me as soon as you can," Jimin uttered with unmoving lips as before he walked to his car. You stopped for a second, noticing he was actually being serious. How could he possibly think that he wants to fuck you, just from that small encounter? And what is the odd sensation currently coiling in your stomach? Things grew awkward again when you re-entered the shop, coming to a stand at the same spot... only alone now. He was still amused, it seemed. And so calm and cool despite this odd, intense look in his eyes. It gave him a Casanova effect, where all he had to do was give you that look and it'd instantly make you blush.

"He seems like a fun person to be around," he noted, somewhat honestly, but more so making fun of the red-hot appearance of your face.

"He's a pain in the ass," you muttered, trying to conjure up a smirk but hardly even able to speak properly from how dry your mouth was. It felt like there was a white-hot iron expanding in your throat. "I'm really sorry about him."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're here— thought you'd chicken out." You nervously wiped your clammy palms over the back pockets of your jeans as Taehyung got up from the barstool behind the counter and approached you on the other side of it, a whole head-and-a-half taller than you. He was wearing black cardigan jeans and matching combat boots.. his headband and jewelry the only thing not black on him. And oddly enough, he made it look fucking fantastic.

"Mh-mm," You hummed, not trusting your voice. You've never needed a sip of water so bad in your life— he even smelled expensive.

"Well, It's very nice to meet you," he formerly began, and you mustered up the normality of placing your (dried) hand into his much larger one, as he held his out to you in greeting. And boy, was he close. So close that the heels of your spine itches to lean back from the proximity.

"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm really sorry if I'm acting weird. I'm just nervous." — Your mind struggled to stay focused on your words, arm tensing at the skin-to-skin contact. You were extra-effected by the firmness in his grip. You really wanted to look down at all the bold ink you saw dashing across the veiny surface of his tanned hand, or see if those were images or scripted letters on the knuckles of lengthy fingers... But you were held captive by those God-blessed eyes... And that fucking tongue ring. It was infecting your head in ways that weren't necessarily healthy for your current state of mind, as you saw it peering in and out at certain words.

"And physically shaking," Taehyung pointed out, brows twitching down at your trembling hand in his as if he was concerned for it. But his smirk gave off an odd sense of fascination to the involuntary symptom, like it was cute or something? Hm. He glanced back up at you, causing your dehydrated throat to bob as his other hand came to clasp over the rest of yours, swallowing it completely from the wrist down. "Intimidated?"

"V-Very," you spluttered, a small slither of saliva copulating down your throat as you looked back up at him. He absentmindedly rolled his tongue ring over the button row of his teeth as he watched you with tainted eyes— undoubtably getting cocky with that damn grin of his and proudly teasing you about your reaction to him. It gratified the effortless sex-appeal he had. You were even beginning to imagine that tongue ring elsewhere, and you literally just met him. Then, as you felt the band of a ring move along with the pad of his thumb as gently ran it across your trembly knuckles, chills shot up all the way to your shoulder. Oh... oh wow. You glanced down at his knuckles on reflex this time, and saw a four-letter word scripted in black ink across the bottom row of his knuckles, and another word scripted on the middle section of his fingers. A silver band on his naked thumb. STAY TRUE, it said.

"And why's that?"

"I.. feel like you're a celebrity," you sheepishly admitted, your other hand wedging into your back pocket as you had to stop yourself from reaching for the bill of your hat again. Is he flirting? The words seem too innocent for the way he was making you feel. It was getting so hot in the oven of his massive palms, and he wasn't even squeezing you hard enough to cut off any circulation, but yet your fingers were beginning to tingle.

"Mm, no. Just a little popular, really," he granted, teetering his head a little as he pondered the thought. You could see his vocal chords contract in his sleek neck as they project his smooth, pungent voice. "You still trust me?"

"Mhm," was all you could muster. He'd gotten even closer, to where his hand had gone into a prayer stance around yours. You were aware of how wide your eyes had gone from the awe you... you knew this was just the beginning. He was going to be very handsy throughout this whole process. But in a very twisted way, you were more than okay with that. Even if it meant you were at risk of fainting from actual dehydration. Maybe you were in over your head. But you couldn't will yourself away from this now. And then, just as a wide, heart-stopping smile edged out on that mind-numbingly handsome face, the door at that back of the room swung open, and heavy-metal rock blasted through the quiet vibe of the scenery and caused you to jump a little at the disturbance. Taehyung shot a wicked smile over his shoulder, and his next words nearly knocked you out right then and there as you beheld yet another, breathtaking sight.

"Oh, there you are," Tae eagerly acknowledged, one hand still holding yours as he walked around to grab your with the other, presenting you to the.. hulking presence in the room. "This is (Y/N), our next little experiment."