#I'll think of something cursed to ask back 😈

[krisseratops]

Okay, I got challenged, so here's the most cursed I could come up with on the spot; what are the sexiest colors for saliva and what are the least sexy ones. Have fun. Heck, you can even make a tier list. (Look, you're me Vanom mutual. It leans itself toward a certain brand of inspirations)

Lmao thats a good one! I read the first sentence, immediately pictured Venom with his classic green slobber, mentally shifting it through the colour wheel before reading the rest and being hit like a ton of bricks by that callout 😭. Me? Predictable? Neverrrrr...

Okay, so! Sexy saliva colours! Lets seeeee (disclaimer: you are asking an aspec monsterfucker what I think is sexy, the results probs wont be very generalizable lol (...I remembered what site I'm on, so maybe it is generalizable after all...)):

Alright, I would say that sexy looking saliva should have some fun, funky colour. Something unusual, a little shocking. Which is most colours in this case really, but maybe like a bright blue or green or purple or red. Or hot pink. OR multicoloured! That kinda thing should make people go "Damn! 👀👀". Or black. Black is hot too. Black drool feels really otherwordly, almost symbiote-like, so yeah, lets go with that.

As for least sexy ones... that would be those with less savoury connotations. Like yellow, brown, any greenish yellow. Orange is kinda meh. Maybe red here too depending what school of colour theory you subscribe to (and how sexy you think blood is).

However, what will make saliva real sexy is if its glowing. Everything gets sexier when its glowing, trust me. Im talking neon, glow in the dark, looking like you just chewed a bunch of glowsticks. Now thats the stuff! 👌👌 Hella funky. Its not really colour, but I felt the need to include it in the sexy saliva rant. An honorary mention, if you will.

Aight, this turned rather long but I hope it sated you curiosity!

TLDR: Sexy colours: funky ones. Primary colours and bi colours (of course). And black. Also glowing neon colours! Less sexy colours: yellow and brown.

[comically-callous]

I read your wonka fic and wanna say that it’s amazing for your first time writing x reader! I was hoping that you can do a miles morales x reader where reader miles best friend and is a fan of Spider-Man (reader don’t know miles is Spider-Man) and readers birthday is coming up so miles knowing how much reader loves Spider-Man decides to do a guest appearance at their birthday while being Spider-Man. Reader is happy Spider-Man is at their party but is sad that miles isn’t there. Was hoping it can end with Miles revealing he’s Spider-Man and confessing to reader!

Thanks for the request! I had fun writing this one!

Miles Morales x gn!Reader

Warnings: A little cursing, reader being sad for a min

A/n: Just wanna let everyone know that my asks are open 😈

"Dude, I swear to God, he was right next to my apartment. Right there! If I had been looking out the window, I totally would've seen him!" You spoke excitedly as you showed Miles a video of the infamous Spiderman swinging past your apartment building.

"Yeah, that's cool. That's really cool." Miles nodded.

"Do you think I'll ever get to meet him? Like, for real? Face to face?" You asked as you turned the phone back to yourself, rewatching the video a few more times.

"I mean, he's in Brooklyn a lot, so..." He shrugged.

"Yeah... It's weird, I feel like everyone I know has had some sort of encounter with Spiderman, but I've never even spotted him in person."

That was true and it was intentional. Whenever miles was being spiderman, he did everything in his power to avoid you. He liked you a lot and you were his best friend. If he ever had to interact with you as spiderman, he'd probably get nervous, slip up, and blow his cover.

But, he did feel bad. You were obsessed with Spiderman. And he'd heard over and over again about how badly you wanted to meet him.

"Do you think he does cameos or anything? Maybe I could buy one of those for myself with all the birthday money I'm about to get tonight." You suggested with a chuckle.

"Nah, I don't think he does those."

You sighed and began to go on a rant about how much money spiderman could make from doing something like that.

But, Miles wasn't really listening. He was starting to get an idea. And if he wanted to follow through with the idea, he'd have to leave. Like, right now.

He stood up. "I gotta go."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, I just remembered, uh, I gotta finish doing my laundry."

You blinked. "Alright, dude. See you later."

This was gonna be the perfect birthday present. All he had to do was stick to the plan.

Miles was going to come to your party as spiderman. He'd take some pictures with you, wish you a happy birthday, and try to keep all the talking to a minimum.

Perfect.

Your party was on the rooftop of your apartment building, which worked out perfectly for him. He arrived fashionably late, when the party was already in full swing, and he was quickly spotted.

"Yo, is that Spiderman?" A small crowd quickly formed around Miles as he searched for you.

"Yeah, yeah. I, uh, thought I'd swing by wish a happy birthday to... Y'know, Whoever." Miles said, trying to act nonchalant.

"Spiderman?!" You were suddenly standing right in front of him, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"Hey! Happy birthday!" He said to you happily.

"How'd you know this party was for me?"

Shit.

"Uh..." Miles shrugged. "Spidey-sense?"

"Cool..." You smiled. "I'm such a big fan. You- You're like- I mean, you're you. You're Spiderman." You gushed. "Could I take a picture with you?"

"Yeah, for sure." This was going better than expected.

"Can I get one next?" Some random guy piped up.

"Uh... Sure." Miles shrugged.

"Could I get one too?"

"... Yeah?"

Ok, this wasn't part of the plan. Miles was now stuck awkwardly taking pictures with your friends and family.

And where were you? He hadn't seen you in a while and this was YOUR party!

Should he be worried? Well, whether he should or shouldn't didn't really matter. Because he WAS worried.

Miles slipped away from the line of people wanting pictures to look for you. He found you sitting behind your apartment building on some steps.

He cleared his throat. "Hey, uh... Why aren't you up at the party?" He asked as he walked over to sit next to you.

You glanced over and straightened your posture nervously. "Oh, I just... My best friend isn't here and I'm starting to get sort of worried." You shrugged.

Oh, no. This wasn't part of the plan.

"Well, I'm sure he's fine, maybe he just..." Miles trailed off.

"Maybe he just didn't wanna come?" You suggested.

"No! No! I wasn't saying that! I mean, maybe he's just busy."

"Yeah, but he would've texted me if something came up." You shook your head.

Miles was panicking. Spiderman was at your party! That was supposed to make you happy! He didn't think you'd get sad about his absence.

"Well, I'm sure he's got a good reason for not being here." Miles said. "He definitely didn't just ditch you because... I mean, this party is awesome. And you're awesome... I mean, you seem awesome. From what I've seen." He was supposed to keep talking to a minimum. What was he doing?!

"You're probably right. I just wish he could be here, y'know?"

"I'm sure Miles wishes he could be here right now too."

"Yeah." You paused. "Wait, how'd you know his name?"

"Uh-"

"And how do you know my best friend's a 'he'?"

"Well, obviously-"

"Why'd you even come to my party in the first place?"

Well, shit. Miles didn't know how to talk his way out of this.

"I... Um..." You looked at his with narrowed eyes. "Alright, don't freak out, but... I..." He took off his mask. "It's me. I'm Spiderman."

Your jaw dropped.

...

"Please, say something." Miles said.

"Are you kidding me?!" You laughed. "You're- You?! How did I never figure it out?!"

"Cause I was good at hiding it?"

"Why did you come to the party like this?"

"Cause I know you love Spiderman, and I know you've wanted to meet him, and I wanted to make you happy!" Miles says. "But, I... I didn't think you'd get sad about me not being here. Me as in Miles." He said.

You paused. "You know, you didn't need to do the whole Spiderman thing for me."

"Yeah... But, I did." He shrugged.

"Why, though?"

"Cause I like you."

"What?"

Oh, God. This was like a nightmare. Whatever, no going back now.

"I like you." He repeated. "Like, not just in a platonic way."

"Oh."

...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" He began.

"No, no! I like you too!" You quickly reassured as you chuckled. "I was just surprised."

Miles was surprised for a moment, but then he smiled in relief. "That's cool."

"Yeah." You rested your head on his shoulder. "It's cool." The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. "Thanks for coming, man."

"You saying that to Miles or to Spiderman?" He teased.

"Shut up." You chuckled.

This was a nice birthday gift.

[divinelolita]

Can you do a bill x male reader where bills about to go on tour and him and reader are sad because he has to leave him for a long time(reader isn’t in the band) and he’s like venting to the band about it and someone suggests that he gets the reader a stuffed animal of some kind so he won’t miss him as much

(sorry if that didn’t make sense English isn’t my first language)

BILL X SAD MALE READER

i wasn't sure if you wanted to do headcannons or a story so I'll just do the latter 😈😈

(AHHH I CAN'T HE WAS SO HOT IN HIS DREADS ERA!!!!)

"Do you really have to go?" you groaned, grabbing onto Bills wrist gently with your hand. He smiled sadly at you, "I'm sorry, M/N. I'm going on tour- I can't just cancel.." he sighed, softly running his fingers over your hands. He brought you into a gentle hug, holding his hands low around your waist as he leaved gentle kisses on your neck.

"And it's not as long as last time. I'll be back to you way sooner..!" he grinned, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You forced a smile at him, still heartbroken and sad yet a tad bit hopeful and happy he would come back quicker than last time. You nodded lightly, smiling as he rubbed your arms carefully. "You could try to schedule something with (friend)?.. They could take your mind off things."

You mentally groaned and pouted to yourself. Yeah..you had other friends and family to hang out with but Bill was your boyfriend and the band was almost like family to you. I mean you could still go to their concerts but you wouldn't be able to spend much time with them. You just really wanted to be with Bill right now. And at the worst time too, considering he was leaving for tour in two days.

---

The next day, Georg looked over at you as the bands last practice ended, everybody groaning and taking sips of water, getting up and stretching. "M/N? 'wassup?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow st you with a hint of concern in his eyes. You shook your head slightly, almost ashamed of yourself. "I just.. I can't believe you guys are going on tour again so soon. I'm so proud of you guys but..." your voice trailed off as you griamced to yourself, feeling embarrassed to say it out loud, "I just kinda.... it gets lonely without Bill around. I mean I still call him but we don't see each other face to face and-"

You stopped your blabbering and covered your face with your hands, whining quietly to yourself. The bassist chuckled to himself, although you couldn't see him. "I mean, it's not as long as last time." Gustav said as he sat down next to you guys, trying to make you feel better. It didn't. You shook your head again as you looked to where Bill was stretching, cracking his neck as he spoke to Tom. "Yeah, yeah. I know. It just so weird without him around..and the fact you'll all be gone just sucks ass."

Georg smiled slightly, looking up as he thought to himself. "I mean, you could try like... a stuffed animal or some shit." He muttered, playing a few chords on his bass quietly, expecting you to guffaw at his idea. When he looked up and saw you sitting there quietly, looking down, he got confused. "M/N?" Gustav asked, also noticing your behavior. "It doesn't have to be a stuffed animal- you could try something else like-" the blonde began, before you interrupted him as you slowly looked up.

"What kind of stuffed animal?" you asked, Georg blinking at you for a second in surprise before grinning. "Pshhhhh... I dunno." he rolled his eyes, looking over at Gustav. "What animal reminds you of Bill?" he asked the drummer, too lazy to think of one. "Ermmm....a cat? ..I don't fucking know dude." He mumbled the last art, watching as Georg laughed at his suggestion lightly. "A cats not a bad idea." Tom said, showing up behind Gustav as he patted him on the shoulder lightly.

""How the fuck is it a good idea? How is Bill like a cat?" Georg began, although everybody ignored him and continued talking about this godforsaken cat stuffed animal.

---

You cursed under your breath as you looked at the calendar, realising the dreaded day had came. You forced yourself out the door, going over to where the band was. Once you reached the destination, you watched sadly as Georg brought his bags out to the tour bus and everybody else was packing up. Bill grinned brightly when he saw you, running over to you and hugging you so hard and so close to him you nearly fell. You held back a sniffle as you held him in hour arms, leaving kisses over his cheeks.

"What is that?" Bill giggled, gesturing down to what was in your hand. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you noticed you were holding that stupid black cat stuffy, with beautiful green eyes and soft fur. "It's uhhhhh......a little reminder of you." you mumbled, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. He blinked up at you, before giggling as he leaned into your chest more and carefully took the cat into his gentle hands.

"... I would've thought I was more of a dog. Like a lab or something." he smiled, moreso talking to himself than you. He traced his fingers over the cat, behind the ears and over the tail, admiring it in all its glory. You shrugged, giggling a little yourself. You were about to respond to him, but Tom beat you to it. " Bill 'cmon! We gotta go now." the dreadhead yelled over his shoulder, giving you a small wave goodbye. You returned it, smiling softly at him before looking at Bill. He sighed, pursing his lips slightly as his eyes became glossy. You brought him into a tight squeeze, kissing his neck over and over.

"I love you I love you I love you.." you repeated over and over, bringing him into a kiss. He returned it, arms wrapping around your neck before he pulled back, letting out a watery chuckle. "I love you too, M/N. More than you could ever know." He brought you into one last, tight embrace before he hesitantly let go, slowly walking to the tour bus as he looked over his shoulder to you, and then the cat. You saw him grin as he looked at the little animal, then wave goodbye as he jogged the rest of the way back to the vehicle.

You watched it drive off, holding back tears that were threatening to fall. You sighed loudly, biting the inside of your cheek before looking down at the cat stuffed animal.

"Well, Bill Jr. , let's get you home."

You muttered, turning around back in the direction of your house.

[cursedvibes]

ship bingo: kenny/mahito, yorozu/angel

ooooh juicy 👀 thanks for the ask!

MahiKen

Okay, so they're definitely both trans, no way to deny that. Mahito is basically slime that can take any form regardless of sex and I don't think he cares about gender that much, even if he prefers a masculine humanoid appearance. Kenjaku is also self-explanatory. I really wish fandom would do more with it than just "Mahito has a pussy sometimes". There's also this unfortunate need to make Mahito the "woman" and Kenjaku the "man" in the relationship. Mahito is often way too whiny and blushy virgin like. The pretty princess thing has an appeal as well, but embrace his eldritch side more! There's also a severe lack of them in their femme counterparts. We actually have their appearance as a woman in canon and all I see done with it is make them cishet. But anyway, I absolutely love them for their cannibalistic and vore overtones and how fucked up both of them are, especially in combination. A good excuse to bring some gore into your smut 😈 They're part of the polycule, but don't overlap. Mahito gets dragged into the whole situation with Tengen, which gets him vored and Kenjaku brings some drama into the disaster curse polycule.

Angel/Yorozu

I'd so read a fanfic of them...but I'll have to write it myself it seems. There's so much potential for drama and bloodshed between them in the past and present! You can't tell me Yorozu never tried to fight Angel and vying for her hand in marriage. Forget Sukuna. I don't know how Yorozu could see Angel shake heaven and earth with Jacob's Ladder and not immediately throw herself into the action. They must've had something at least once back in the Heian era. It only makes sense. It starts out as a fight over who gets to kill Sukuna, but becomes so much more. In present day Angel would of course have to Yorozu because she's now a sinner, but that's kinda romantic I think. They're part of a polycule because I'm open to inviting Takako into the action (the only reasonable person around, but you have to make some sacrifices if you want to have sex with women in the Heian era). Canon and fanon doesn't know them like I do, mainly because they sideline both of them and fandom hates Yorozu and still conflates Angel with Hana...

[twinkinspector]

*ahem* #24 for the spicy ask game mayhaps? I've been rolling on the floor kicking and screaming and sighing and drooling over all of your sugarot! But also I'll listen to you talk about literally anyone at this point! ^^

hehe ty for asking and I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE SUGAROT!! it's been soooooo intense recently lmao but i'll answer for suga and shinkami on this one :3

24. how loud is your f/o? do they moan/whine/whimper? do they curse? do they call your name like it’s the only thing they know?

suga: babygirl is surprisingly vocal in bed!!! he's a huge tease, so that definitely factors into it. he loves to coo at you and ask you what's wrong and why you're whimpering and why you're grinding on his thigh (he obviously knows the answer but he's a dick and wants you to say it). when you're touching him, he's a really heavy breather – and if you tease him, he'll whimper 😈 he's not a huge fan of being teased back, but he does enjoy it sometimes!! he does ask a lot of questions though now that i'm thinking about it a;lsdkfj a lot of "yeah, you like that?" kind of stuff, but questions nonetheless!! he's very very communicative even if it's not ~sexy talk~ which is really nice!! you always have the space to tell him what's going on in your head or to ask him to change what he's doing or to stop, and he always listens because he drinks his respect women juice!!

shinkami: shinsou is similar to suga in that he asks a lot of questions, which is to be expected i guess. he's less about uncontrolled sounds and more about steady and even and intentional sounds. if you hear something from him, it was probably on purpose. he doesn't often sound flustered or taken by surprise or anything other than steady. kami is the exact opposite al;dfksjf he is a whiner through and through!! even if he's not being teased, he's literally still whining. it's actually so hot.......... don't perceive me about it. he pants, he whines, he whimpers, he curses, but he can never string together a sentence. all his brain cells move to his cock, which is not all that surprising

send me a number and i'll answer a spicy ask about my self-ships!

[bitchkay]

"If I was the court of darkness mc" usually ends with something dissing the mc which I will 9/10 agree with

But let's be real, if I was the mc, if I was actually in that world, in Saligia, in her situation

I either wouldn't take shit seriously, be mentally unstable or a menace to society--

Nah cus you drop me --ploop-- into this new ass world and the first people I see are these mfs, half of them wearing mediocre ass outfits (we're NOT gonna talk about Roy's sleaves-- LYNTS BOOTS- 🤭) and they on my ass bout "who are you", "where you from" WHO ARE YOU⁉️⁉️

Nah yall out here tryna kiss me when I don't even know yall names I'M SWINGING‼SWINGING- FUCK ALL YALL FR--

But on the flip side, imagine I just wake up, don't know where I am, scared cus I don't know where I am, and I'm just approached by literal strangers asking me what's my name, where am I from, how'd I get here, imma start crying- NAH CUS- I'm already confused, more then just lost, literally been transported to a place I know nothing about, and yall crowding me??? trying to interrogate me??? Please back up. No I'm being so serious cus the situation is already an overwhelming one, being an anomaly in a place I'm foreign to, the feeling of being lost, not knowing shit or why it happened, just confused on all levels, and while my mind is already scrabbling cus I was literally transported to another realm yall gonna come up to me like I'm not already having a crisis and start asking me questions??? I will literally have a mental breakdown right then and there. Deadass.

However😏

Shit the mc was like 'this has to he a dream cus ain't no way' imma be like 'bet this a dream? Imma fuck shit up😈' even after confirmation that it isn't a dream imma still act up I'm surrounded by hot guys and pussy tight pussy clean pussy fresh-- the princes fangirls?? I'm either fighting them or entertained like damn I did that, what I do next, I'd have sex with Fenn almost right off the bat just to see what the hype is about, I mean yall bitches so cock drunk over this man you think I wouldn't wanna know why, lemme see what yall talking about, I'D FUCK WITH GUY SO HARD, I talk back. Plain and simple, if he rude imma be rude back, I REFUSE TO SUBMIT, if guy pisses me off one too many times, I'm swinging, prince or not, I'll kick in his testicles, I'd teach Rio curse words and how to use them, I'd take this opportunity to begin my hoe era, no ones safe😈😈

[dreamlandcreations]

Day 15 - Accidental confession

Poe Dameron (x Reader)

Kinktober prompt - Day 15 - Masturbation

All prompts are taken from @the-purity-pen​‘s Kinktober List!

Poor Poe, I keep putting him in these kind of situations 😈😅

Warnings: angst, accidental voyerism (sort of), masturbation (male), a little more angst

•

Poe is on the way back to the base in this awful, junk of a ship after that terrible mission drained him, from which he barely got away with his life and now he wants nothing but to get off this ship and fall into his bed to sleep away the exhaustion.

Of course, it has to be you who gets his sign in at the middle of the night. Just when he thought this day couldn't get any worse, then you come along and scold him like he's an unruly child who always gets into trouble for the fun of it.

You are arguing, you always are. You lecture him, give him stupid nicknames after every mistake and you don't let go, you keep reminding him every reckless decision he ever made.

He cannot help but engage in it, you bring out a side of him he never knew existed. The war is frustrating to say the least and it actually feels good to let it out every ones in a while, not that he would admit it to you that your petty little quarrelling actually makes him feel better sometimes and he cannot wait to see you each morning.

Poe is sitting in the pilot seat of the rusty, stolen ship and listens to your direction to what to do, so he could get back home in one piece. But he absentmindedly snaps back a mean comment that hits too close. You've already gone silent when he realised what he'd said. He cursed and called out your name as gently as he could manage but the desperate need to take his words back was evident in his tone.

Before he can apologise, you interrupt him and ask a serious of questions with a quiet, even voice that he can barely recognise. Poe only witnessed this kind of mood on you once, when your best friend died and you were grieving silently with constant tears in your eyes, but refusing to let any of them fall.

The conversation continued like that and from the occasional deep breath you took he knew you were struggling not to cry and the picture of you in that broken state broke his heart too. He tried to ask for your forgiveness, saying he didn't mean it, but you interrupt him with a heavy sigh.

"I know, it doesn't matter." It only comes out as a whisper.

"Of course it does..." He raises his voice, not willing to let this go until he fixed it. But you just repeat calmly that it doesn't matter and there are more important things to deal with now.

"You need to fix that death-trap before it falls apart under you. Nothing else matters at the moment." You shot this argument down for now and move on to check the systems with him.

"Something is eating up the power, I don't get it, everything is down except the basic systems and it says something non-essential channels the energy but they are all shot down." You listen to him explain what he sees and add the answer after a moment of thinking.

"Your comm is on..."

"Fuck, why didn't I think of that?! Okay, I'll try to turn it off, if I'm not back on in a few seconds... Well, you can berate me to the others at my memorial, you have my permission." He wanted to lighten the mood but failed miserably.

"That's not funny." There are definitely tears in your eyes now, he can hear a tiny hiccup at the end of your sentence.

"I'm sorry." He's not apologising for this and you both know it. Before you could reply he turns off the communications system and a few seconds after he reports to you that you were right, it's the source of the problem.

"If I don't make it I want you to know..." He starts to confess his feelings, but you don't let him, thinking it will be an other apology that will just make you a sobbing mess.

"You will. Turn off the comm and only turn it back to report your status at every hour, or in case of an emergency. Central C out." That's all you say before leaving him to turn off the comm, which he does with an angry hit, almost breaking the thing.

"Fuck" He yells, wanting to hit something but not daring in case the ship actually falls apart.

"Why do we always have to argue?" He asks out loud, then leans back into the seat and keeps his eyes on the controls while he is thinking about you.

Long minutes pass by as he cannot get you out of his head, replaying the argument and the other occasions in his head over and over again until his mind starts to drift to the way your eyes shine when you are happy and that thought makes him realise he'd never seen you smile, he doesn't count your mocking laugh into this.

Poe pictures you smiling at him happily or mischievously and he wants to kiss you even more than before. He wonders what you would feel like, taste like, if you would be as bold with your kisses as with your words. And that thought makes him imagine all the things he'd like to do to you that involves more than kissing.

Before he can realise what he's doing his hand wraps around his hardening length and he squeezes, thinking it's your hand on him. He closes his eyes, letting his mind roam as he sets himself free of his pants and takes his cock into his hand, moving up and down slowly, imagining it's you who's teasing him as he knows you would. His pace doesn't alter as he lets out moans and talks aloud.

"Ah, yes, more, please..." He moves his thumb over the head in slow circles, visualising you on your knees before him licking the little drops of cum and sealing your lips around the tip.

He moves his hand faster now, thinking about how he would guide your head up and down on him as he curses and groans and dirty talks the imagined you.

"Fuck, yes... just like that..." He moans your name like a plea. "Take it, fuck, take it all. Put that big mouth of yours to good use." Poe comes hard as he almost feels you sucking on him with the way he squeezed himself. Cum shots out in ropes and he imagines you swallowing it all down. "Damnit. I love you so fucking much, you infuriating woman."

He is panting heavily, trying to get himself together when your voice makes him jump like he's been caught.

"Poe?" You call gently, which makes him feel even more busted, you never called him by his first name before. "Are you alright there?"

He looks at the time and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and activates the comm to tell you he's still in one piece and on the way back to you.

Poe calls out your name before you can go and asks if you are alright, at which you huff out a little disbelieving laugh.

"I'm fine. Concentrate on staying alive, would you?" That sounds a little more like you and that makes him feel better. After a long silence he moves to turn off the damn energy leech but your voice stops him in mid move.

"Poe?"

"Yes?" He's afraid what you would say, thinks that maybe you heard him after all or you are about to pay back his nasty comment, but you couldn't surprise him more with what you're about to say.

"Just come home to me, okay?" With that you are gone, not waiting for an answer, leaving him confused and alone.

•

Poe Dameron arrives at the base, well, he crashes near the base to be exact. The rescue team gets him out of the remains and to the infirmary. He's not seriously injured and gives his report while they are preparing to release him.

He gathers his things and moves to get out of there and search for you, but when he looks up, you are already, looking him all over, assessing his injuries with a look he can't really place.

He rushes to you and starts to apologise for hurting you but you stop him with a hand on his lips and give him a gentle albeit somewhat insecure smile.

"Shut up and put that big mouth of yours to a good use for once." Your words terrify him and you render him uncharacteristically speechless for a long minute that makes you think you crossed the line and maybe you shouldn't have let him know you heard him, but when you would turn away to leave he grabs you and smashes your lips together.

He deepens the kiss, holding you close, hands moving from your arm and waist to frame your face while he steals your breath away. You lean back to calm down a little but he doesn't let you go, just brings his forehead to yours and takes a deep breath before saying the words that made you cry happy tears a few hours ago.

"I love you." It sounds so simple as he whispers it against your lips but it means the world to you and you try to compose yourself to reply but he kisses you again then pulls you out of the room.

•

He guides you to his quarters where you spend the night and all the nights after that. You return his confession and show him all the ways you can think of just how much he means to you.

The others ask how that happened, referring to your very public display of affection the first days after the incident. You only ever say that he accidentally confessed his feelings, which always makes him blush when the question comes up, but you refuse to elaborate.

You still argue, you get on each other's nerves, if anything the arguing got worse if you can believe your friends. But now there is not even a hint of anger in it, you still let out your frustration but it has a more playful edge to it and one of you always gives up easily. If it's him then he calls you an infuriating woman and grabs your head to smack a kiss to your forehead, if it's you, he would be called a difficult man and receive a peck and a light bite to his lower lip.

No matter the arguments or the difficulties you face in this seemingly endless war, you are always there for each other and your love only grows each day.

[sscarchiyo]

hello! could you write hcs for ousuke dating with an artist s/o? reader is a quite person who really loves drawing and i wanna see him how's he gonna react when his s/o draws him? tysm <33

artistic s/o

paring: ousuke x gn!reader

type: headcanons

warnings: none

genre: fluff

🖇a/n: ahhh tenk u for requestinggg, if only i was artistic but i did take art class last year and i can draw a pretty rad nose 😈 hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated, have a good day <3

ousuke, our other beloved hot head 😌

you and ousuke are the exact definition of 'opposites attract'. it really baffles his mind, how you ended up falling for him with his personality but he's happy either way.

it was your annual date night and you suggested an art museum. as soon as the words left your mouth, he sprang up from he was sitting, startling you

"HUH? NO WAY, THATS NOT FUN AT ALL." doesn't care for art at in the slightest bit, thinks it's a waste of time. When he sees people going to museums thinks it's stupid, "why would anyone wanna pay to see this shit?"

you simply nodded, not poking the bear any further. since then you've made it your mission to hide anything art related. Sketchbooks, art canvases, paint, everything was hidden from ousuke's sights.

it pained you to hide something you loved from him, you were rlly good too. You've won countless awards throughout the years, even getting a scholarship for an arts university *something you also didn't tell ur bf*

actually, you were planning on never telling him. it's like they always say, "what you don't know, can't hurt you"...but u were wrong

it was currently Saturday morning, you had fallen asleep while doing some sketches. but you had fallen asleep on the couch, so how did you end up on the bed? immediately it clicked...thats when you stated to panic, you had left the sketch book on the table so he'd surely see them.

making a sprint to where you had left them, you noticed they were gone. shit, you thought. mentality cursing urself for being careless and as if on cue, ousuke emerges from the kitchen; sketchbooks in hand.

"ohhh, you looking for these? at first i thought they were books yk? but i looked inside, oh wanna know what i found" "look, uh just give them back and-" "hell no, i wanna talk about this", he said taking out the page you sketched him on. you were getting anxious, did he hate it? was he mad? his glace kept shifting from you to the sketch in hand and back again. "THIS SHIT IS SO COOL, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE ME RIGHT?", he practically yelled bored stare replaced with a grin. the only thing you could do was frown, how come he wasn't angry?

"huh? what's wrong?" "ohhh nothing, i just thought you hated art? that's why i hid all my art stuff from you" "yea well other people who do art are stupid, but you're my s/o so when you do it it's super cool. besides this is really good, looks like you took a picture of my face and put it on paper", he was beaming at this point. trying hard to show you he thought your art was amazing and that you shouldn't hide it from him.

"so you like it?", you asked still in shock. "like? i love it babe, tomorrow remind me, i'll buy a frame to put it in"

from that day on, expect him to being staring you down when you're doing anything art related. ousuke likes the face you make when you're concentrating. always hyping you up when you finish a piece and every single time he'd tell you to sell em.