#do i need a writing tag. oh man i dont write often

[besobendito]

"Shepard?"

"Bzzt- Yes, Commander Moss?"

"Start a new log recording will you? I need to settle my thoughts."

Log Number #14 Cycle: 10 Planet: PNF-404

"Despite exhaustion creeping into my very bones, I find myself unable to rest for the night. I need to note what has been happening- to convince myself that I haven't completely lost it... There is something.... strange about this planet, and for each day that passes the feeling grows even stranger. Small mistakes like misplaced items, something that Oatchi and I are very careful not to do- We have been rescuing for how many years and all of a sudden we can't seem to find where the ropes has been placed? Whatever we lose ends up right back in its proper place hours after we've lost it. Shepard clears it with me each time this happens... Those items have never moved from their spot on the cameras. Our frantic search shows up, all the crew members searching high and low- and we just... don't see them...? ......Ah, I don't know exactly how to explain this one. Oatchi joked that I might be haunted by the glowmin("Some invisible variety we haven't discovered yet!" he said) but I can see it in his face. It's happened to him too. We are all walking around... Something. Stepping to the side in an empty hallway, looking down and over my shoulder as to not bump into...Nothing? I keep feeling like there's something missing on the ship, something I can't quite remember. I've tripled checked my things and asked Shepard to list everything out in our inventory just in case. I just can't shake this feeling that...

-that I feel like I'm mourning... and for the love of everything, I don't know what. It's maddening.

I was ready to push it all to the side and continue the mission. The list of castaways only seems to be getting longer and we can't have campfire ghost stories to distract us! That is until I found a log not written by myself in my tablet...... Hmph. See, this is what's stressing me out so. No one but me has access to this tablet, it should be impossible!

The log is... Well it's creepy! From what I can tell, it's taken phrases from one of our Procedure Manuals("Bzzt- It would be the Distress and Urgency Procedures") and the logs from an unknown writer and spliced them together. I've been trying to make sense of it but- yeah I need the others to see this first. My theories wont help now. I'll have Shepard add it to this log for now, might as well...(sigh) Just what is going on...

Mm, right. I already mentioned this in the End of Day report- but I'm not done rolling this over in my head.

The castaway we picked up today- the one who limped out of that dark tunnel towards us. His clothing- you don't see pilot gear that old anymore, and the- the liquid? that fell off of him... I sampled what I could so I wont know for sure untill tomorrow, It looked like gold. I hope he wont mind sharing where he found a pool of gold to roll around in. It would be nice to be able to cover the cost of all the repairs... (Yawn) Ah- right there we go, ok I'm done for now. Have to get ready for- 'Everything' tomorrow, hope I don't sound too crazy. This is Commander Moss, Sleeping snug like a bug on a rug... (Yawns again) - - - Log Number: +#3@##0?/ Cycleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Planet: PNF-404

(a) If distress [ ] If urgency [ ] Someone or something [ ] a loud BANG echoed throughout the cave. [ ] (b) Name of station addressed [ ] natural enemy [ ] (c) I got careless... [ ] (d) Nature of distress or urgency. and all the Pikmin perished as a result. [ ] (g) Present position [ ] Horrified, I made my [ ] ; or if lost, last known position, time, and heading since that position. Fuel remaining/Number of people/other useful information [ ] accidentally thrown to their demise [ ] crushed on hard surfaces of by some creatures' teeth [ ] I [ ] Me [ ] My [ ] Do not change frequency or change to another [ ] Fly a course toward the destination which the hijacker has announced. [ ] keeps leading me completely off track [ ] adorable leaf at the top of her [ ] (4) If unable to provide this information, [ ] trusty partner.trusty partner.trusty partner. PAN-PAN, PAN-PAN, PAN-PAN. [ ] I am so very tired... [ ]

[greg-montgomery]

Okay so absolutely loving your writing sm <3

So I had this idea while, of course, scrolling down the aaron x reader tag so like you dont have to write it if you dont want to but i wanna throw this out here bc otherwise itll stay stuck in my brain

But like reader who is just,, incredibly shy? Like in social situations they put up a front and you would never expect them to be shy because theyre very present and speak up often despite almost blending in the background when quiet. But its a whole other story at home and such?

Like, Aaron notices and first thinks theyre uncomfortable with him but he slowly realizes that this is like, their love language ig and showing vulnerability? Quiet time, acts of service and such yk? Like, they always put up a front and to drop that (not entirely ofc but a decent amount of it) is just the highest form of trust bc theyve been ridiculed for being shy? And the shyness is much more present in the bedroom, especially when he praises them they just get even more shy and hes just so so gentle :(( like asking if theyre okay, going slowly and asking to see them when they hide their face but never forcing them to and just like praising them when they do and the praise kink of them just sticks its head up and its just the purest form of being together? Like, its not rough but gentle and its soft and theres really no other word than making love for it and its all just :(( and the aftercare the man would provide is just AHHH😭❤️

Oh dear im so sorry but i got sucked into the fandom and got obsessed by hotch and then your writing so- this is so long so imma shut up now but i just needed to throw it out there tbh before id explode from all the hotch ideas i have in my mind that im not writing myself or giving to any writer bc what if they think the ideas are weird or too long like rn- but anyway imma shut up have a nice day/night and hydrate <3 (also you might see more of me if you dont mind long ass rants in the middle of it like this one- if you do mind just tell me to shut up im not gonna be mad or anything <3/srs)

-🧽

my sweet sweet 🧽 anon <33 this took me a while to write i'm sorry!! i hope you've been well!! i think about you a lot and i haven't forgotten the kind words you had sent to me <3 i hope you enjoy this!! (and ofc i don’t mind long rants i LOVE talking about aaron <3333)

nsfw - minors dni

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Can I, honey?” you heard Aaron’s words as he wrapped his hands around your wrists.

You had been covering your face as you usually did when your boyfriend went down on you. After making you finish, Aaron had made his way up again, urging you nicely to look at him.

With a nod of your head, you gave him permission to gently remove your hands from your face.

“There you are.” He smiled at you.

“Hi,” you said, softly, unable to keep yourself from smiling a little.

“Hi,” he answered, just as softly. “Do you wanna taste yourself, baby?”

“Mhm…” You nodded, staring at his chin instead of his eyes.

Your own eyes closed involuntarily, as he lowered himself and his lips touched yours. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to touch yours. Knowing where that tongue had been before it was inside your mouth, made you even more excited for what was coming next.

Aaron placed his hand on your hip, giving it a squeeze and then moved it down your thigh, wrapping your leg around his body. “Open them wider, sweetheart.”

Only a few moments later, Aaron was inside you, rocking his body against yours, in a pace slow enough to be considered both romantic and tormenting.

“Ah…”

“Good?” he breathed heavily on your mouth.

“So good…”

“I love you,” he moaned, his face now buried in the crook of your neck. He left open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin after every little whine of yours. “I love your body. I love the sounds you make. I love the way you take me like you were made for me.”

“I was,” you sighed, because you really were. There was no man in the world you’d let yourself be this vulnerable around, other than Aaron. Your Aaron.

[lovedtogekiss]

pronouns dot page / carrd

^ my kin and headmate lists are here

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auagahhhh tags guide

dreamstag : dreamcore/"liminal"/other surreal types of images, mainly there for filtering rather than searching.

[character]posting : kinnie/headmate tags. i have a lot of kins and thus a lot of tags so i wont list each one. most important one is #addiposting, which i use so often that its the first tag tumblr suggests to me

is this anything : original jokes that i made myself with my own two hands

gender envy tag : i cant describe my gender in words so heres a collection of tumblr posts that fit

life skills tag : shit that might be helpful to know for life and shit

art skills tag : drawing advice. early tag is full of references that i need to filter out

ref tag : art references

bookmark tag : things i want to see later

SUPER bookmark tag : things i want to see later that i dont want to get lost in the bookmark tag

sfsh tag : i am KISSING these characters !!!!

> shaplin tag : a derivative of #sfsh tag that i created before i had that one. pictures of shaplin deltarune my beloved cringefail

> spamton tag : same as #shaplin tag but for spamton

[fandom] tag : fandom-specific tags. currently used for rhythm heaven (rh tag), kingdom hearts (kh tag), parappa the rapper (parappa tag), pikmin (pikmin tag), sky: children of the light (sky tag), subnautica (subnautica tag), flight rising (fr tag), no straight roads (nsr tag), and the ultraman series (ultraman tag)

something something predatory wasp of the palisades : tag for things that make me think "oh humanity is good after all"

[tumblr] tag : tumblr poetry

gordon, i feel normal : 😳

robot fuckery : deprecated. legacy tag for obj posts, now replaced by @cybersexisholy . i need to go back and clear this one out

for the adgroup : posts targeted towarda viddy and cakesy

posts about charaty : targeted things towards my girlfriend

mecore : posts that make up a key part of my worldview, whether theyve influenced it or just put it into words. used to be something else but i forgot what it was and tumblr recently stopped suggesting old tags to me again.

the cube, the angel of aperture (chell) : very cool, very important-looking pictures of chell portalgun.

the artist, the visionary, the prophet (dr rattmann) : very cool, very important looking pictures of dr rattmann

the fool, the hanged man (wheatley) : very cool, very important looking pictures of wheatley

the right man in the wrong place (dr freeman) : very cool, very important-looking pictures of gordon freeman

beloved - tag for harry du bois. yeah that guy

me abt pao : things relevant to my experience writing pinkaddiofficial that i didn't feel like reblogging to it

doing that thing i do : peer-reviewed tags

friendlyfriends : my fend s :)

more will be added as i remember them

[teddybeartoji]

i found some sketches i did, they're messy plus they're traditional so i'm not sure i wanna send but!!!

bless my mind for drawing geto with a crazy back arch.. and piercings.. yeah that's it that's all i wanted to say

i think this man is just.. perfect... (i wanted to add more about him but it's getting long just know he stands amongst my fav characters of all time and i need him as a husband)

i love him so much actually plus i noticed a blog that does too and they post fanfics as well i think their user is hayakawalove? i dont know i hope i didnt make a spelling mistake but anyways i love their characterization of geto and how they like him a lot because i dont often see geto fans,, a few on twitter but otherwise it's mainly gojo, toji, nanami and choso.. or maybe i'm in denial because i want more geto content 😞😞

so their + your thoughts about him ☺☺ i am well fed, it's keeping me afloat right now

OH I READ AN SMAU TODAY. actually there was another smau that kinda went like this too where reader wanted to peg jjk men and i love how in these 2 smaus i read toji hasnt a problem with it but just straight up doubt reader's dicking skills instead and yeah,, i'm thinking thoughts... imagine that happens and then the reader is so good at railing him it turns his brain inside out and he drools and he just looks at them full of love but also is just so dumbified at this point he feels like he's melting... yeahhhh

(also, i thought maybe i could just make a post with all my jjk sketches even if they're messy and tag you if you want? because i wanna share but i'm hesitant still even after all the reassurance 😭

sorry that ask is messy cuz i kept adding more stuff (as usual)(i still love me some context and bonus thoughts)

~ ☀️

SUGURU WITH PIERCINGS AND A CRAZY BACK ARCH ARE YOU KIDDING ME SUNNNYY????????!?!?!??!!?!?!? WHAT THE FUCK I NEED TO HAVE HIM ASAP. him having many many piercings is canon here in loserville like yeah ear piercings, lip and brow perhaps even a nose piercing. dick piercings. yeahh................... he's so fucking hot fuuck fuck fuck

HAYAKAWALOVE!!!!!!!!!! REM MY BELOVEDD!!!!!!!!! I LOVE REM!!!!!!!!! rahhh omfg i remember when me and rem and kairo aka @/gothsuguru were all going insane abt suguru wearing lingerie lmao i need to get back to that bc holy fuck that's hot...... also him being called mommy? yeahhhh i NEEEED. to do that i love him so much

oh but if you want more of suguru you can also check out summy aka @/ohimsummer and @/lxnarphase and @/ohsuguru and @/13curses they all have some delicious stuff for him!!!!!!!!!! aaaaaand then i have seen @/tojipaws talking abt fem!suguru and i know you like that soo:333333333333 ANDD if you by any chance are open to reading some sfw stuff abt him then i highly recommend checking out @/twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat!!!!!!!

TOJI LOVES GETTING PEGGEDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's so fucking hot i need to dick him down so bad i feel dizzy just from thinking abt it ooh my goddd............ he deserves it!!!!!!!!!! he deserves to get his brains fucked out he deserves to be a lil pillow princes!!!!!!!!!!!! i am veery very into that and this is also smth i want to write more abt WAHH SUNNY I LOVE HIM SO BADDD:(((((((((((((( i'm gonna die if i don't talk abt him for more than five minutes it's so bad

ALSO YESS I WANT YOU TO TAG MEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i know it's hard to share smth you've made but please believe me when i say that i would absolutely LOVE to see your art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALWAYS!!!! no need to ask me either really you could just tag me in anything and everything aaand i'm gonna eat all of that up every single time!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dappersautismcreature]

hey sorry this is super outta nowhere but i was scrolling thru the mcytconfessions blog n saw you saying youre a wilbur hater and im genuinely curious as to why?

this isnt me waiting to like. white knight him and bite your face off btw. i like wilbur but this *is* genuine curiosity pls dont be afraid lmfaoksdsdfkhf

ah yeah, sorry nonnie, and no worries. sorry for the rant ahead i just wanna lay it all out.

listen, its pure vibes, i dont really have an explanation for it. i liked him just generally for a while, but i watched a video where he talked about american gun control and it just came off super uck to me. like, a lot of british lefties have this weird thing where they will assume americans are all stupid just for kicks when we've actually been indoctrinated to think the way we do. i guess i just dont like seeing brits have political takes that are just pure "america needs to get its shit together" cause yeah bro we know, focus on whatever the fuck is up with ur government please. I feel like if i talked politics with wilbur soot he would be condescending as shit and basically explain to me what socialism is or whatever when its like, dude,, please. british lefties think they know more than the average young american, which is most of the time not true, or not something to insult someone over. (this is also because he reminds me of a shitty ex friend who was in the states for AMERICAN STUDIES but would just talk on and on and on about how dumb americans were -___-)

and its more than that, i never get idolization of people, like, online people. the closest ive come to it was technoblade maybe? gtws is pretty awesome too, bbh is low level idolization maybe. so it weirds me out when people are just in awe over him, makes my instincts go wild. im really not accusing him of anything, i know this is just the silly brain reacting silly. it just weirds me out. his fans do not know him, nobody's fans know the person, and yet they act like they do, and like he's gods gift to leftism and queerness when he is,, a cishet maybe-aro upperclass man from britain. nothing against him really.

oh, and his fans tick me off because theyre ALWAYS inserting him into things and just. listen, i dont like having to scroll through tons of wilbur fics in the qsmp tag when im just trying to get to some badboyhalo or etoiles centric fics. the man has been on the qsmp for like less than a week of playtime and he's the fourth most tagged character on the qsmp ao3 tag.

not to mention he gets dragged into other plots like "what if this actually happened to wilbur!" or "yeah but what if wilbur was there!" or my most hated "cant wait till this character meets wilbur because i cannot enjoy this media (which is about finding and enjoying a bunch of ccs) if it doesnt have my guy in it!" like i get it, you have a hyperfix or a special interest, ive been there, but maybe then go watch stuff he's actually in, instead of forcing him into a plot he really isnt that big a part of anymore.

people also praised his dsmp writing when it was,, average at best. honestly i think bbh's and the eggpire's writing did way more for the dsmp because they actually tried to include other people in the plot as much as possible, instead of just writing for you and a few of your friends. imo, c!wilbur was an ok character, like, nothing bad, but nothing extraordinary for me. utah is death, ok buddy got it, wow, insane. yeah yeah we've all been to the soul sucking pit of utah, haha i get it. << this is just pure salt ignore that lmao

oh and lovejoy didnt fuckin invent political indie rock, people need to get over themselves on that one.

so yeah, its just a thing of, i cant really bring myself to like him. the brain goes wonky when he's around. kinda wish i didnt like, get angry when he's on screen but idk i cant really stop myself. nothing againstt you if you like him, ill usually tag anyy wilbur neg with #wilbur crit so if you wanna mute that tag. i dont post it too often tho.

[dennisboobs]

i just read your tags on the uncle jack post and you put into words what i've been feeling for a long time now! the gang used to be ignorant people doing evil shit, now they are self aware of what they are doing (i also agree that this is prevalent in meg's episodes) knowingly doing evil shit. it's as if the writers decided the audience is too stupid to understand what's happening and they need to now inject "this is all bad, actually" into the episodes and they do it by having one character comment on the behaviour of someone else in the gang. they have given up toeing the line and like you said and it's detrimental not only to the interactions between the gang, but the overall essence of what made sunny unique. their writing used to be so good and now it feels severly lacking (not all the time, but often imo)

(the post in question) sorry i took so long to answer lmao

yeah. yeah. its funny because i've talked about the opposite before (in the tags here), because i feel like it's specifically an issue in the gang gets new wheels (which is my absolute least favourite episode) where the gang SHOULD be doing exactly that; someone playing the straight man, but. yeah. i don't know if id say this is entirely meg specific - i do think it's an issue mostly contained to season 13-15, though. i think the difference between early sunny and late sunny is like. instead of watching the show take both sides on issues for comedy, or because.... it's something the character WOULD DO (dennis being self righteous), youre now watching the writers try to insert themselves to be like oh but WE dont think this, don't worry! thundergun 4: maximum cool is like. one of the worst fucking episodes for the Commentary Mouthpiece thing (conor galvin is 2 for 2 here) like. obnoxiously preaching via the characters who are just. reading a script instead of feeling like youre watching an episode featuring the gang.

[ooglywooglies]

yknow that thing i said awhile ago about how trans men and trans women probably inherently make each other dysphoric. i think i was right, i love my girl mutuals and people i follow and stuff but sometimes all the girlcentric stuff kind of wears me out, like dont stop posting what you wanna post but i need to figure something out.

tags were getting too long so im just continuing the post because i guess i cant express the sentiment i want to without dragging on

if you pay attention to my long posts youve probably figured ive been going through some insecurity issues recently, a lot of it is not helped by the fact that i keep doomscrolling on tumblr and digging into discourse tags like the whole "transandrophobia" thing, ive since changed my mind about that tag btw. yknow how i said before that "its a stupid term that has no basis in reality but the transphobia and misogyny trans men face is a real issue that probably needs a specific name for categorization purposes specifically on tumblr dot com" no i think its not important afterall

mostly because ive been watching the decay of this tag for a long time and it keeps CONSTANTLY getting infiltrated by terfs and transmisogynists and ive been talking to someone who is trying to deradicalize people involved and shes like yeah this whole theory/movement/framing basically encourages self pity and resentment so its a breeding ground for transmisogyny (and regular misogyny) and i think i agree with that

but its hard not to see the problems with this tag/community/whatever it is and the response transfeminists have to it and now just go god transmascs are fucking annoying, and i feel embarrassed to be associated with them

and thats stupid, its basically the same thing as white guilt, yknow that thing where when white people learn racism exists they go oh well im sorry for being alive it would be better if white people were just never born. its like no one asked you to feel sorry for YOURSELF (or anyone else, poc in this situation just want you to be responsible when necessary and be respectful)

so like, im not ashamed of being a trans man i guess, not on the basis that theyre capable of and often perpetuate transmisogyny. i think ive talked before about feeling like being a trans man could be antithetical to feminism because some feminists suggest that manhood/masculinity is an inherently toxic and oppressive class, if thats true transitioning into manhood/masculinity would be a morally objectionable thing to do. i think being a man is not inherently bad, i think that gender is not a choice even if one has some benefits over the other (why would trans women ever "choose" to be women if the only factor of gender was privilege) i think this sentiment im so worried about is something basically only terfs (cis radfems) actually believe and try to perpetuate

but i also mentioned on another post that "tumblr tricks you into thinking trans people are annoying" and also that a lot of transmascs both in the tag but also on this site in general are like not older than 22

a lot of the trans guys i follow or are friends with (none of my twitter guys are here and i dont do twitter anymore) are closer to my age, being in their late 20s and you can FEEL the maturity difference. i think being on tumblr does make you think that all transmascs are basically annoying middle class teenage white people who only watch childrens cartoons and it makes the stereotypes about transmascs feel even HARDER to escape from. I CONSTANTLY feel insecure about having feminine interests, about being minimized and belittled, being infantalized, being emasculated, it really doesnt fucking help that im also (south)east asian and historically east asian people have been like hyperfeminized/emasculated compared to other groups

im not sure if im done with this post or not but i got distracted after writing this so i cant remember if i wanted to say anything else so im just gonna be done now

[hylianmewmew]

hi hi! how about 🍒, 🍊, 🍌, 🥝, and 🍈 for the writer ask game?

hiiii!! ill probably be answering all these with my au @blood-n-bramble characters bc the brainrot is STRONG

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

i love writing dyamics where they bicker like an old married couple (b&b au ravioli is a great example of this lol)

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

ohhhhhh man ok so i need to write more for hare (alttp + la link - they/it) theyre just so creature but they tend to not get the spotlight very often

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

ok ok so this will be a sneak peek but heres a snippet from the upcoming chapter for b&b!! its from a tiktok audio that i think someone made into an animated clip for LU but i cant for the life of me find it T^T

“Maybe if you weren’t such a lonely old man you’d learn to not complain when it’s clear people care for and appreciate their partners!” Spirit countered, always eager for a chance to take a playful jab at Kokiri.

Kokiri waved his hand flippantly. “Don’t wanna hear it from you sailor.” Pausing, he turned to Spirit. “Wait. Just how old do you think I am?”

Cheerfully, Spirit shrugged. “Oh I dunno, thirty-six?”

“I– huh?? What?” Kokiri spluttered, choking on air. “There’s absolutely no way you think I’m that old.”

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

id hurt/comfort probably but i love fluff im just not as good at it LOL

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

keeper (albw + oox link - any prns) is 100000000% my blorbo i love him so so much and most of my wips/published fics are ft albw link or keeper in some fashion LOL this leads into ravioli being a comfort ship lmao but theyre both very good <33

keeper is a gremlin through and through and loves to hoard magical items i dont have a ton of headcanons that have made it into my fics but i still love them

[triplexdoublex]

Good Enough To Eat

Pairing: Colson, Rook, Slim, Baze, Modsun, Travis Barker X Reader

Warnings/Tags: Gangbang, implied consent, all holes filled, Sacrelige, mentions of a foot fetish

a/n: This was much harder to write than I anticipated -- 6 dicks, 6 tongues, 12 hands (and dont even make me do the math on fingers) is a lot to keep track of , especially when they’re all on/in one body at once. Reader is written as not really being familiar with who they all out so you’ll see then more often referred to by description or known references to help you figure out who’s who. Names are only really mentioned when another character is saying them. Also please note Justin and Sophie weren’t around when I started this fic over a year ago , so that’s why they’re not included . Enjoy!

“…Happy birthday, Dear Rookie, happy birthday to you!” Six male voices clamor in celebration, as you lay on the table before them ; your nude body a flesh platter, serving up the freshest array of strategically placed sashimi and rolled sushi.

“Damn, that looks good enough to eat!” The shaggy blonde announces; his words dripping with inuendo.

“KELLS!” The man to his left warns.

“Oh, for Fucks sake Slim you know you were thinking it too.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say it, cuz I’m polite like that.” Slim responds suppressing a laugh.

It’s not the first time you had a customer say something like that; and in your line of work, it certainly won’t be the last. This time it felt a bit different though— Usually it’s a group of middle aged business men with grey hair and overpriced suits making lewd remarks and trying to get handsy in lieu of using their chopsticks as they feasted off your body, but this time the suggestive nature of the gorgeous, young, heavily tattooed men’s words have you imagining them feasting on your body in other ways.

“Yo, Rook! Listen man I don’t give a shit if it’s your birthday, you ain’t sitting at the end of the table near her feet— g’ the fuck outta my seat!”

“All yours, Kells,” Rook laughs with an eyeroll getting up to switch seats with the tall blonde, knowing his friend's affinity for a pedicured pair.

“Perfect,” he smirks, taking his new seat as he admires your toes.

********

“Aye, yo if none a y’all are gonna be brave enough to go for the last piece above her pussy—I’m calling dibs,” the blonde announces rising from seat, his lanky body towering over you before bending at the waist. He firmly plants his hands on the table; one on each side of your hips and dips his head. “It seems I’ve forgot my chopsticks,” he states, looking up at you through his pale blonde lashes. “and it’s rude to eat with your hands,” he dips his head lower, his mouth just centimeters away from where you were picturing it earlier.

Using his tongue as a scoop, he lifts a small chunk of raw Salmon into his mouth; the decorative leaf placed under it for hygienic purposes is the only barrier between his tongue and where you want it most. He barely has to chew the soft raw fish — it’s so fresh—before swallowing it down.

“Best bite yet,” he licks his lips seductively. “Say, sweet girl— you wouldn’t happen to have any dessert for us tonight, would you? He glides a finger along the seam of where your two bare thighs meet.

His crew and friends shift awkwardly in their seats, beginning to worry the self-proclaimed ‘wild boy’ is taking things too far when,suddenly they take notice of how the blondes touch has your legs spreading easier than butter on warm toast.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing these anymore,” he smirks before removing the three strategically placed leaves and last of your modesty.

He takes your breasts in his hands, groping them as his mouth descends a trail of open mouth kisses down your naked torso. His friends watch in awe as Kells hands and mouth travel lower, his blonde head settling between your thighs. He licks one long languid stripe up your soaked slit before pausing.

“Silly me, where are my manners?” He wipes at his mouth . “Birthday boy always gets the first piece of cake.” He motions to Rook with a smirk.

Rook stands, his pants already tented as he makes his way over to between your thighs. He plucks an elastic from his wrist and quickly secures his braids back— and fuck, he’s even more gorgeous now without the braids obstructing the view of his ever changing hazel/green eyes and sexy dimples. He wraps his arms around your legs and grips your thighs with calloused hands swiftly pulling you to the edge of the table. You let out a surprised squeak at his actions, causing him to smirk as he places a series of kisses descending down your inner thighs before pausing to marvel at your wetness. Using his middle and ring finger he gathers your arousal and brings it to his lips, sucking the sweet elixir from his fingertips. He hums to himself enjoying the way you taste before diving in fully; those same two fingers plunging into you, and his mouth engulfing your clit. It feels like heaven as he slurps and sucks at it and you can tell he’s a man with a lot of experience under his belt — typical rockstar. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the gang shows off their experience as well, swarming your naked body like ants at a picnic.

A expedition of hungry hands roam over the swell of your breasts and descend down your body to the valley between your thighs. In a state of arousal you allow them to use you as they want; touch, grab, taste and take turns with you as they please— everything a blur of euphoria.

Last you knew the birthday boy was working his magic between your thighs, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure , but now as they briefly flicker open a vision of the Virgin Mary begins to come into focus and for a moment you think perhaps you died and went to heaven—- it certainly feels that way. It’s not until your eyes fully focus you realize the image is inked upon the bald head of the man devouring you now. The absolute irony of the religious imagery being present during such an unholy act just turns you on even more— just another layer of taboo. The next thing you know it’s as if Jesus himself is hovering over you, long light brown hair dusting across your bare breasts as his cock moves insides you. Your words seem to match your thoughts and you cry out “Jesus Christ!” in a fit of pleasure as the long-haired man repeatedly slams into your G-spot.

“Someone give her something to shut her mouth up” the biblical-looking figure orders.

In an instant you felt a slippery tongue push in past your lips, the sweet taste of Shirley Temples still lingering on the green haired man’s taste buds. For a brief moment as his tongue fights against your own you find yourself wondering about his story— about how long he’s been sober. You noticed he hasn’t touched a drop of alcohol all night despite it being paraded in front of him, the boys downing shot after shot. Your thoughts are interrupted by the man still inside of you.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind, Mod” he jokes “Slim, show him how it’s done!”

The salty flesh of a hard cock quickly replaces the sweet tongue that occupied your mouth. Standing above you he reaches down pinching both your nipples between his thumb and forefingers, giving them a series of tugs as he forces his cock down your throat. You notice his hands are much softer and less calloused than the other hands that are roaming and fondling your body, and you figure he must play a much more delicate instrument than the others, which is ironic given he’s being anything but with you.

It’s not long before there’s so much going on and you're completely drunk off pleasure that you can no longer even keep track of who’s mouth, who’s hands, who’s fingers and who’s cock, is where. All you know is you’ve came at least three times, you’ve been folded into every position possible , and every orifice is deliciously sore and well used. But your ass might just be the sorest of all, having been the blonde ring leader's favorite most of the evening; his huge cock stretching it and filling it so well. You wonder how much more your body can take and how much longer the men can possibly last, but truth be told, this is by far the best night you’ve ever had on the job and you never want it to end .

[thotsforvillainrights]

youre doing so good on all these asks and prompts bestie its a full course MEAL today, thank you 🙏🏻💕 pls take your time and dont push yourself too hard!

since you're on a Skeptic and Trumpet kick, could i request how Skeptic, Trumpet, and Re-Destro confess to their S/O? maybe with a sprinkle of long-term pining in there?

(I finally updated the AU's. Now back to your regularly scheduled askbox answering! I'm glad to start with this one because it's such a cute idea ahhh)

~How Skeptic/Trumpet/Re-Destro Confess~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

~Skeptic~

-I saw a post on here a while back by someone about Skeptic asking you out over email and I have not let go of it to this day. If anybody knows what I'm talking about, please @ the account for me! I mean it sounds ridiculous but I genuinely believe he would do something like that! Just hear me out, just picture it! So he's the type of man I believe would be angry for falling in love with you or falling in love to begin with. Up until now his life has been just himself and he's been just fine with that. He doesn't even have pets! His life lately has been dedication to Feel Good, the Liberation Army cause, and Re Destro. When he falls for you oh boy does he spend a long time in denial. He thinks he's doing a good job at fighting off his feeling by being mean to you but he doesn't take the time to even think about how he's always watching you or how he seems to hover when you're around. Or maybe how weird he feels when he realized he's searching through any and all information to do with you. He's way too awkward sometimes and decided it would be a great idea to confess to you through email (which you already know Chitose and Hanabata are going to tease him about). In his mind it makes sense! I mean I could go further into this but I really wish I could find that post that person made OMG. If you read it you'd be like..."yeah, I get it now."

~Trumpet~

Doesn't waste a second when he falls for you. I mean maybe for the first month he sits and observes to figure out if he just thinks you're attractive or that he genuinely loves you. By the end of the month he comes to the conclusion that he loves you and that you're his soulmate. He even starts considering marriage right away but Chitose helps bring him back down to reality. I've said it before and I'll say it a million times again: He falls HARD. I'm at full belief that he jumps all-in when he thinks he's in love. Once he's got his eyes set on you, believe me you'll know it. He's ask you out by gently grabbing your hands into his and kissing the back of them. He opens up to you and pours himself out. If that doesn't work then he's trying again and again, never laying off unless you specifically tell him you hate him (or don't want him). He'll do anything from writing love letters, to literally paying a plane to spell it out in the skies for you. He once showed up to your place in a limo with a trunk full of roses and balloons. He's very persistent when it comes to you. Just think, if he's being this dramatic with simply asking you to date him then imagine how it's gonna look when he decides to propose to you! If you guessed over the top then you guessed correctly...

~Re-Destro~

-Out of everyone listed above, he likely takes it the slowest and does it just right. I think he might have you believing he's just a close friend but the entire time he's falling even more in love with you. He takes you out to lunch often and offers himself up for advice if you ever need it. He invites you to things that he secretly considers dates, but he also asks the others to tag along so you won't get suspicious. He spends a lot of time thinking about you and about how he feels when you're around him. He wakes up one morning in his empty bed and realizes at that moment that he genuinely doesn't want this life for himself anymore. He wants that cheesy life where he wakes up next to you or when he comes home to you waiting for him. He wants grocery shopping/running errands together. He wants gentle touches cuddled up under thick blankets while listening to each others breathing and the crackle of the candle burning nearby. He wants that moment like in romance movies when the two finally share that first kiss and sparks fly. He resolves to finally admit his feelings to you so he calls you up and invites you out to dinner that night. You (thinking that the others will be there) quickly accepts his offer. You're a little surprised when you find out they're not there and it's just him. Realization sets in after you ask him and he tells you "No, it's just supposed to be us." You nod and open yourself up to everything that he pours out at you. When he finishes he can feel his heart beat out of his chest. He figures if he were to die in this moment then he wouldn't regret a thing if you turned him down because he would've been blessed to have you even listen to his confession. Lucky for him you accept his heart and from that very second he decides that he'll give his all to make sure you're happy with him no matter what.

[kreativewritin444]

lovers / t.s

part 3 of the strangers series

thank you for so much support and love as always xx rlly for the patience I’ve been working so much and moving out on my own and everything. So for those who truly love my writing and leave replies It keeps me going so ty 🖤

 clifffffhanggeerrrrrr so much for the next chapter

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warnings: language obvi, fluff, drinking, and violence

  ever since the proposal things have gotten difficult. thomas always on you like a fucking hawk, never allowing you to breathe. you were up to your whits with him, you understood why he did what he did. yet you are your own person. he knew this too.

 so why did he treat you like property?

   “imma’ kill em’, pol.” sitting beside pol at her home. needing to get away, get some advice.

 “ah, for fuck sake. lovers quarrel already?” she huffed out her own smoke. you roll your eyes.

 “of course there will be quarrel, its tommy. i just dont like the possessiveness, im not fuckin’ weak.”

she laughs, “men want to feel power. they want to feel like an alpha, that’s tommy’s way of showing he loves ya’.”

you bit your lip, “oh please.” her eyes widen slightly, pol sets her cup down.

you stand up quickly, pacing back and forth the room. “i will take his name, i will take his love. but i will not take the force he feels to give. the power he so wants will come from elsewhere. im a smart fuckin’ women and i will be damned if he thinks i’ll be anything less.”

without letting polly reply you storm out her house, headed straight for the new shared home you have with tom. the walk just added fuel to your anger, angrier with every step.

-

 you storm inside the home, tommy looking up quickly as the door slams. his eyebrows furrow, “did ya’ not here me when i said i’d pick ya’ up?”

that was the last straw, the gun tucked in your bag was pulled out now at tommy. “i am your wife!” you yelled. he sits back in amusement, you clench your jaw.

you stepped closer to him, putting the gun in front of his face. 

“i am now y/n shelby, so that means i can do whatever the fuck i want whenever i want, remember those words tommy?” you growled.

“i do.” he mutters staring at you with a certain look.

“then you will protect me but while i do as i wish. i am too fuckin’ grown to have you tell me what i shall do! understood?” he pushes the gun away, stepping up.

you stand back, head held high though. “you’re worse than fuckin’ ada.” he mutters before grabbing your face connecting your lips.

you pull away, “i mean it tom, i am your equal. nothing less.”

he stares deeply into your eyes, “you are my queen.”

you roll your eyes as you feel him scoop you up, a soft giggle escapes you as he carries you to the room you both shared.

--

 you walked the streets with a new self gained power, you helped tommy with the business. your wedding was closer than ever, accepting thomas wish for it being in gypsie style.

  you were suppose to meet with ada and pol at the some address that worked under the business. a gypsie dress maker.

  you fumble inside your bag, pulling out a smoke as you glance around you. more cautious now than ever, you notice a man who appeared from london. you knew this because the trip you and tommy took.

 london style men were different than small health men. london was nice but posh, and you had a different idea of things in your mind. things you voiced often to tommy.

  who actually took some of your advice and ideas, eventually allowing you both being equals. in a way, for you knew he had to play his role; and you with yours. you just weren’t gonna be some stay at home mother who got cheated on, too smart for that.

  you enter the building, ignoring the mans eyes on you. ada jumped up excitedly, “oh me god, finally gonna have a real sista’.” she beamed.

pol smiles at me with a true gleam, “i don’t like many, but you’ve proven yourself. you truly were made to be a shelby.” at her words you smack her arm playfully.

“you two stop, or imma’ cry.” you giggle softly, before looking them both seriously.

“i lost my family, i have no one to attend on my behalf... so thank you for the warm welcome. as ada ya’ truly a sister to me, and pol... a mother i needed.” the confession shocked the two gals, them all having their quick moment before it was dress time.

-

  you ended up finding the perfect styled dress, glam but not too much. something that really felt like the new you. pol paid the lady and we all decided to head to the new garrison, who is owned by aurthur now.

   we all sat a table, drinks being brought our way immediately. “well, ladies... toast to findin’ a fuckin’ dress.” you raise your glass with a giggle, throwing it back. already refilling your glass the girls stare at you in a way.

 “do not! it’s a good day, my loves.” you threw back the second glass. lizzie made her way over to the table.

“congrats, y/n. for you have won the raffle.” the sarcasm seeps off her lips as ada and pol exchange glances with each other.

with the two drinks in you, burning your inside rage. you gave the women a wicked smile, “that means a lot lizzie, comin’ from someone who bought every fuckin’ ticket.”

 she stuttered a bit before turning and walking off, the girls beside you eyes wide with amusement. “damn, darlin’. you really are a shelby.”

 thomas and the boys enter, eyes glue onto yours. you wink at the man who  held your gaze, as you refill for the third time. they made their way over esme joining who john recently married.

 “hello, esme.” you call out softly, trying to help her feel welcome as well. tom pulls a chair besides you, arm resting across your shoulders softly.

   “today went well.” you hummed quietly to the man, a soft smile made way on his face.

 “im happy for ya’ love, gonna look beautiful.” you give him a soft kiss before turning towards his ear. “gonna look good with ya’ takin’ it off, of me.”

you lean back with a smirk, joining the conversation as if such things weren’t just spoken. tommy shifts himself softly, and allows his hand to settle on your thigh.

  “ya’ got a smoke?” you ask tommy with a glint in your eyes, already slipping your hand into his coat pulling them out. you place one in-between your lips, leaning forward waiting for the man to light it for you.

  he smirks lighting it for you before giving you a warning squeeze on your thigh. you exhale the smoke, finishing your glass.

that night tommy took you home, and did his way with you. leaving you alone though the next morning, due to some business he had to take care of.

 you didn’t feel so great as you did yesterday, the whole reason you drank so much was to forget that you had no one. no friends nor family, only the blinders. which you loved very much but still, the death of your parents and the death from war still scarred you.

you and tommy helped each other, with the nightmares, the thoughts...but sometimes no one could do anything for what you only deal with inside your mind.

you eventually get out of the bed, taking a nice warm bath relaxing. trying to escape the stress that tries to invade your mind.

--

it was one week to this day, tommy and you get married. you weren’t bridezilla over everything, more letting ada and pol take charge.

 tom was on his way back home from work, so when the door opened you didn’t question the fact it was so quick. a scream was heard from one of the maids, along with a gunshot.

 the flight or fight kicks in as you grab your gun, closing your bedroom door softly. you grab two daggers and clutch them close as you hide in the room.

 “she’s here somewhere. go! look!” a voice boomed confirming it would be more than one man. footsteps echoed the whole house, you begging to any god above for tommy to be back in enough time.

 footsteps approach the room, door flying open. a man in a suit, the man from the other day! without making a sound, the dagger leaves your hand somehow perfectly hitting him in the throat. you rush forward, grabbing the fallen gun. pushing the door closed softly with your foot.

 hand on his mouth to cover up his choking sounds. you stare in horror at the site and how you managed to do this. where was this girl in the alleyway? no this is the girl from the war.

after he finally died, you fall back quickly hiding your dagger and grabbing both guns. you press your ear against the door, it sounded as if there was two or three more men out there.

you quickly, pull the body into the bathroom quietly. so the blood wouldn’t leak. “where is dahmer?” a voice spoke making you freeze.

you hurry back to the spot in the corner of the room, gun aimed at the door. “go check downstairs, you with me!” someone ordered.

you clench your jaw, ready to pull the trigger at anyone who entered the door. just as the footsteps reach the door, gunshots went off downstairs.

“tommy.” you sigh in relief, but it was interrupted as a man bust through the door. you instantly shot him, the bullet landing in his shoulder. you try to dodge his aim, firing once more at him as he does the same.

 his body hits the floor, then another gun shot rang off before steps echoes the house. “y/n!”

his voice was hoarse and scared, “i-im here, tommy.” you call out just as your legs give out.

“oh my god.” he rushes forward, you allow him to pull you close.

“it’s not mi-mine...” you point at the two men behind tommy. who looked at you with so much awe but it quickly went away when you winced.

he quickly scans you, seeing blood was actually dripping from you. down your leg, you were shot.

 “i didn’t fe- i- oh tommy.” your eyes widened, you didn’t realize the last bullet hit you but you were losing a lot of blood.

“a belt tom, give me a belt.” he quickly rips his off himself, you take it tying it tight above the wound.

 “we gotta get you to the hospital.” he scoops you up in no time, dodging any dead bodies. rushing to get you to the hospital.

 he was not about to lose the love of his life one week before marrying her.

 “tom, i got-gotta tell ya’ something.”  you breathe out, the pain finally coming to you.

  “you are my lov- lover. i am so deeply inlove wi-with you.” you choke out as tom glares at you through the mirror.

  “don’t say that fuckin’ shit! ya’ gonna be just fine.” he grits through his teeth, a whimper leaves you when the car jerks your leg.

 “im serious, tommy. i need to kn- know, that yo-” he cuts you off.

“of course, i fucking love ya’ that’s why you won’t fuckin’ die. so shutup back there with that shit!” he snaps but grows worried when he doesn’t hear a response.

“y/n?”

-

 while you were being patched up, finally awake you noticed how the nurses watch and touch you carefully.

“alright,” you wince sitting up more. “the fuck is no one telling me?” for you knew since tommy wasn’t in the room with you something serious was being withheld.

the ladies exchange a look, “i don’t give a fuck! ya’ will tell me what it is!” you yelled out, making the ladies jump. making you feel awful.

“um...” a smaller gal standing in the corner spoke up, earning a glare from a older women. “mrs.shelby, you are with child.”

you felt the air leave your lungs, “leave.” you mutter out.

“but mam, im not fini-” you glare at the older lady. “i said fuckin’ leave!”

everyone goes to leave but you stop the gal who told you the truth. “stay.” her eyes widen but she obeys.

you felt tears spill down your cheek, “who else knows this information?“

she takes over the older lady’s job, finishing my stitches quietly. “your husband, madam.”

your hands found a glass beside you, chucking it at the wall. “fuck!” you scream with your entire heart. the gal shook at the outburst but finishes with your leg.

“i know i have no room to speak, mrs.shelby; but i believe you’ll be a great mother.” the words suck your heart and the sobs erupt from you.

you grip her hand, her eyes softening at your state. “oh god, plea-please dont tell anyone else.” you begged.

she shook your head, “i wont! beside’s your different than the other blinders, you are respectable.” with that she leaves the room, leaving you to gather your thoughts at the idea of being a mother... the fact your mrs.shelby and haven’t even gotten married.

“the fuck is goin’ on?” you mutter to yourself

speaking of where is thomas?

[ohmykazuha]

scaramouche x harbinger reader mayhaps,,,, mayhaps enemies to lovers (i hope that wasnt too vague KAKDKSKDKS) -taz

a/n: taz taz taz!!! of course, i love writing for scaramouche aaaa. sorry if he's a little ooc hehe, love u!!! thank you for requesting ~ also, slightly-ish suggestive theme? it has kabedon but no sexc things! i'll just tag this as slightly suggestive just in case! theyre sort of pining if thats ok!!! i'll make a part 2 when they actually become lovers! <3 AND PLS DONT LET THIS FLOP LIKE THE ZHONGLI ONE PLEASEEEEEEE

char.: scaramouche x harbringer!reader [gn] (flirty reader XD)

no, i don't hate you... | like/rb if you liked it!

"You fool." He hissed at you.

"Scum." You glared back.

Banters like these were not uncommon in you and Scaramouche's relationship – La Signora and Childe often teasing that the two of you argued like an old, married couple.

"Please. The two of you look more in love than anything. Get a room- Ow! Signora!" Childe yelped, his ear being twisted and violently yanked by the older female, who dragged him out of the room. It was only after they both had left when you noticed how red the tips of your partner's ears were...

"Scaramouche? Are you alright? You look rather feverish... we can't have an unhealthy harbringer out on the battlefield, can we?" You sighed, bringing your hand to his forehead.

Don't combust, don't combust, don't combust, don't combust, don't- stupid bodily functions! Scaramouche thought, as his entire head-to-toe, 5'4 frame turned red from your contact.

"Hm, you don't seem to be having a- oh. Is someone possibly, just a tiny, little bit nervous?" You purred, giggling as you saw his ears turn red with embarrassment again – you backing him against the wall.

"Nope. Go away, you're too close!" He swatted at your hand, slapping it away slightly more gently than he used to.

"Mhm." You drawled, playfully twirling the ends of your hair. He blushed even more (if that was even possible..), pushing you away and huffing like an angry pomeranian.

"You really don't like me? Man, I thought that would work!" You whined, looking at the man in earnest. Of course, you were only teasing him, but you didn't think he would take it so seriously.

"How about now?" He smirked, pushing you against the wall instead. Damn. You didn't see that coming, did ya?

You died. On the inside. Congratulations, there's no more climbing out of the pit of embarrassment!

"Yes, I do like you, (Y/N). Is that good enough for you? Or do you need more... persuasion, perhaps?"

Yeah. It was your turn to combust.

OKAY NO IM NOT TALKING SEXC TIMES I MEANT HE WAS JUST GOING TO KABEDON YOU AGAINST THE WALL AGAIN OR SOMETHING GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER anyways like/rb if you liked it!!! one rb = kazuha is alive. i am mhy

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[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.2)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

*SNEAK PEAK*

Summary: On the worst days, Yoongi is judge, jury, and executioner. But he judges you and finds you worthy of protecting (and loving too). 

Tags: Dead bodies, blood, murder/crime themes, guilt, childhood trauma, drugs (cocaine, heroine), domestic abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, controlling behavior, implications of omega mistreatment/discrimination, anorexia, blood, graphic depictions of violence, manipulation, talking behind someone's back, morally gray Yoongi, 

W/c: 14.5k

A/N: Honestly this took me way too long to write and edit. I can’t tell if this is my favorite depiction i’ve ever written of falling in love or if I hate it. But yeah- i didn’t want to sit on it for much longer. This part takes place chronologically before the last part, and documents what happened while yoongi was away from the rest of his pack. 

Previous part — Masterlist

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CHAPTER 2: THE DON

“She’s just an omega- you know how they are- they need a firm hand to keep them in their place.” Yoongi scoffs thinking of his omegas. Anyone who even dared to think that Seokjin and Jungkook did not wear the pants in their pack had another thing coming to them. 

He watches his older brother cut another line of cocaine. 

The amount of drugs in this Geumjae’s study cost enough to feed a small family for a year. But Yoongi knows better than to partake. He pretends to take a Bump and taps it off when Geumjae tips back a shot."Omegas aren't even fucking worth it if you ask me, brother, you're supposed to give half of yourself away, and for fucking what? A glorified bed warmer?"

Yoongi boils and stays silent, letting Geumjae get himself wasted on drugs and alcohol. He can't tell what distresses him more Geumjae has such little regard for life that he can't recognize that omegas are fucking people- or that he's so freely sharing this with him. 

He knows he’s toeing the line. More pushing might hurt you more, if he provoked aggression from his brother- it would no doubt come back to bite you. Yoongi can’t imagine wanting to hurt someone he loves or speaking with the same callousness that Geumjae speaks. “Don’t you love her?”

Geumjae laughs at Yoongi’s childish question “Oh little brother, don’t you know that love makes you stupid?”

His brother has it all wrong but Yoongi’s powerless to say it. Those threats from the funeral linger. And it's not only your life and Yoongi’s at stake here but the rest of his pack. He has to fool Geumjae into thinking he is on his side. 

“Work with me here- what will the other omegas in the pack think of you if they find out what kind of shit you pull? And they’ll take their concerns straight to their alphas and say you’re unfit to lead. You know I have to listen to the bulk of them regardless of what you want.”

If he can’t appeal to Geumjae’s humanity- he can appeal to Geumjae’s better interest and common sense. His image in the family is arguably the most important thing in geumjae’s mind, and Yoongi can tell by the way that Geumjae stiffens when he says the words that it’s stuck.

Geumjae might have been trained in torture, but Yoongi was trained in manipulation. And he take the bait- hook, line, and sinker. 

After that, he has the good sense to act softer with you in front of the rest of the family at the very least. But he fears he might have done more bad than good when he sees the way you stiffen and fail to meet his eyes more consistently as the days go on. You’re sensitive about eye contact, Yoongi gets it. you don’t have as much control over your facial expression as the rest of these robotic mobsters.  

Group dinners are routine, and while Yoongi could find an excuse to see you during the day, he’s also often pulled in 50 different directions by the expectations of his family.

He finds himself reading for dinner in a hurry most nights, eager or maybe a little panicked to check in with you. You never request his presence, you never text (though he made sure you have his number just in case), and the family dinners are tense between the two of you.

You maintain none of the easy friendship you’d started that day in the rain or that closeness. You avoid him like the plague at dinner, and It’s like that day in the rain never happened. 

Geumjae sticks to your side like glue too. A hand that probably looks protective to anyone else but looks possessive to Yoongi slung around your waist. Yoongi sees the harshness and pain in your body when Geumjae’s hand tightens digging into the swell of your hip. You’re soft in the way that most omegas are a little soft- and it’s as expected as it is distracting.

He manages to corner you during one of the dinners. you're not alone- and you can hear the grannies and omegas prattling to each other in the kitchen. the alphas are outside enjoying a cigar and investigating one of the new rolls royces that one of yoongi’s uncles recently purchased. 

The corset portion of your dress making your chest soft looking, plump and inviting if yoongi was the kind of man to get distracted by something like that. As it is- all he notices is how it’s making your chest heave. Breath uneven, he thinks he can hear the boning in the dress creek. It’s a designer thing, but it looks way too tight on you. he can tell how uncomfortable you are. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, though it's clear you’re not, you dont reply, looking down and away worried. Hand hovering over your stomach, “I won’t get mad whatever it is.”

You bite your lower lip. hand catching yourself on a side table before you teater over, dizzy. Yoongi grabs you before you fall. “He did my corset too tight, it’s hurting my ribs. I feel like im going to pass out.” Yoongi quickly looks around, but there is no one around in the part of the house right now, the garden is a backdrop, speckled with lights. you’re alone. 

Yoongi turns you around quickly, setting his champagne to the side and grabbing yours out of your hand. He undoes the top knot of the dress and you inhale gratefully as he tugs at the strings looser, fingers touching your bare skin. “Is that better?” he has to be quick. This isn’t exactly scandalous- but- its not quite proper. 

You inhale deep and grateful. “So much better, thank you.” you barely have a second to both straighten up, Yoongi's fingers pulling the bow back together. grabbing your champagne and sipping at it a careful distance away from Yoongi. looking for all intents and purposes like you’ve been swathed in uncomfortable silence the entire time they were gone. The picture of propriety as Geumjae and a few other alphas return in a puff of rich smoke. 

“Don’t mention it.” Yoongi says it softly so that only you can hear it.

More than once. Geumjae catches him staring at you during the dinner. you look so much more comfortable now that it’s been loosened. Your hand hovering in front of your dress to conceal your cleavage under the guise of fiddling with your necklace. During those moments, Geumjae rewards Yoongi’s wandering gaze with bold touches. A hand sliding from waist to hip and your sudden straightening in pain. 

Geumjae’s harsh fingers digging into a bad bruise on your hip. you’re so trained, you barely flinch when he does it. And still- Yoongi’s hands tighten in his slacks. Gritting his teeth and biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making a scene and reaching across the table to stop Geumjae from hurting you.

Many of the other members of the family notice Geumjae’s sudden dogmatic approach to your presence in his life. Confirming what Yoongi suspects. That he’d never given you too much attention at these family meals before Yoongi came with his wandering eyes. He should do better be better not to put you in harm's way.

Yoongi keeps his eyes firmly trained on his plate full of spiced soft-shelled crab as one of the grannies comments on how sweet the two of you seem. Yoongi wants to gag. “You know how new love is. I feel like we’ll be in the honeymoon phase forever. I want her all to myself so bad I think she’s worried I’ll chain her to my bed” he says- feigning drunkenness. You laugh too- trying to play it off but Yoongi can see your barely concealed fear.

Staying silent and letting your husband hurt you is the hardest thing that yoongi’s ever had to do. But there are many more battles, fights and skirmishes to win in this war. Yoongi has to be patient.

He’s a poised snake, ready to strike at the perfect moment.  

COMING WEDNESDAY APRIL 21 @ 6PM EST

[h2bakugou]

hello! May I please have a Dabi x fem reader in the lov who likes to draw? I think she finds his scars and stuff to be a work of art in itself and is like (oh heck I gotta sketch this). He glances at what she’s drawing and she gets all flustered! Maybe he even takes his shirt off at one point which can lead to some other things~ (I like smut but if you think fluff fits the prompt better that’s alright with me!) Thank you and I love your writing!

a/n: hii! of course love! this is super sweet omg i love dabi, i feel like i dont capture his character very well but imma try like hell😩😩this is probably ooc for him but it’s sappy and i love it

summary: dabi’s hard to read, but that doesn’t stop you from sketching him. you find beauty in his flaws, entranced by his scars, so much so that dabi can’t help but be interested in you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, sappy romance bc i love this man, some spicy themes, one mention of a slight(possible? idrk what counts) manga spoiler (e.g. dabi’s past/history) (manga spoilers in tags!!)

wordcount: 2k

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It’s never been a really big secret that you liked drawing. But when it comes to working for the league, specifically, the League of Villains, your line of work doesn’t allow for very much downtime unless you’re in the midst of planning some sort of attack or rebellion.

Whether or not the league keeps hopping from rendezvous spot to rendezvous spot isn’t up to you, but you never fail to get a little used to the eerily calming silence that falls upon the league during the first twenty-four hours of the new four walls that seem to keep you safe for the time being.

With a barely sharpened pencil in your hand, a small drawing pad in the other, you’re staring at Dabi as you sketch him.

It started as a bit of a joke, maybe just teasing him since he liked to tease you about being into him since you were the only one he was really super close, if you could call being the first one he spoke to every time he saw you or the one you sought out to be paired up with during missions, ‘super close.’

But now, it was something you enjoyed.

Dabi was one among the very interesting members of the league. Something about his scars just seemed to entrance you. Pulling you in further and further down a rabbit hole of questions that you had but never let leave past your lips.

It felt wrong to ask, not that it was a bad thing to be curious, but because Dabi was just so mysterious. No one knew anything about him, or about who he was, his past, even his real name was a mystery. 

It felt wrong to disturb the unnerving peace that was Dabi. The resting expression on his features balancing on a thin cable between anger and poor personal resilience.

Dabi’s scars were the highlight of your sketches, always standing out. What the others may have thought to be ugly, or unattractive, you thought were beautiful, and emotional.

There was a story behind them, one you wanted to know, one you wanted to uncover and read, page by page, line by line, and word for word, discovering just how truly deep Dabi’s past was. But only Dabi could show you that, only Dabi could open that book for you. And you were willing to wait. You’d wait an eternity if you had too.

His rough raven hair is messy and strewn about as you scribble down his facial features, the groggy lighting making it just a tad difficult to see as you lead the pencil over the warm white paper littered with graphite covered fingerprints.

His arms are positioned on a counter, the art work resembling how he was sitting sloped against the kitchen table, elbows pressed against the dark mahogany wood, hands resting by his mouth as his cerulean eyes peer off at the cracked cement wall in front of him, occasionally glancing back at you.

The other members of the league were scattered about but it didn’t bother you. Toga asked you a couple of questions, wondering what you were doing, if you were excited about the new plans and such.

You replied quietly as to not disturb the peace.

But soon some of the members left, going off to go eat or find something to do. And soon you were among the few left behind, along with Dabi, Shigaraki and Mr. Compress.

Having almost finally finished your current sketch, you were stopped by a pair of hands picking up your drawing pad. Rough and calloused fingers drew your pad away and your attention away.

“Hey I’m not finished.” You glanced up at Dabi. Dabi just admired the talent poured into the sketch. Dabi couldn’t wrap his head around why you drew him so often, but he didn’t mind. It was kind of touching in a way.

“Is that really what I look like?” Dabi joked, handing you back your sketch pad.

“You have looked in a mirror once before, right?” You titled your head to the side, adding a bit more detail to his scars as you began to draw again. 

“A few times. But I’d rather look at you, doll.” Dabi’s hands reached down again, this time pulling at your hands. Leading you out of the room where the other two members sat, finding a way to entertain themselves, Dabi lead you up some stairs in questionable condition.

Picking a random room, he sat down on the rickety bed and waited for you to sit down.

“Why’s that?” You tease, returning to drawing, looking up at him every few seconds to reference. And to admire him.

“You’re easy on the eyes, beautiful and-”

“Are you saying you’re not beautiful, Dabi?” You stopped him, not pausing to look at him.

“I’m not beautiful, I’m gorgeous.” Dabi chuckled, shaking his head jokingly as he laid back against the bed, his head dangling off the opposite end.

“You are.” You confirm. Finally finishing up your sketch. You get up and walk over to him, handing him the finished sketch. 

“You add so much detail to my scars. They’re just scars.” The tips of Dabi’s ears flush as heat floods to his face. He’s flustered but he won’t admit it. He can’t understand why you think he’s so beautiful.

You don’t speak. For the first time, you’re speechless. You sit down beside Dabi, and now that he’s sitting up, he faces you.

You reach your hands out and gently lift one of his arms, holding one of his hands in your own. You run your fingers across the scarred flesh, gently caressing his skin. 

His hands are cold compared to your warm fingers. He’s getting chills all down his spine as you touch him. It’s not meant to be anything out of the ordinary, but he’s still shocked that he’s letting you touch him.

“Your scars are beautiful. I’m sure there’s a story, something about them that might make you hate them, but I love them, and I think they make you that much more beautiful. You are a masterpiece, every scar a carefully calculated brushstroke on a beautiful canvas.” Your words finally come out, overflowing with love. You can’t sit quietly anymore.

“Dabi you are beautiful.” Your eyes lock with his, and you can tell he’s unsure of what to do. 

Dabi no longer felt he had the ability to cry, but if he’d let himself, he would’ve done it in that moment. Being so open and vulnerable around you just happened. It came too easily, and he hated it, but he loved you.

Pulling his arm away form your warm touch, he tossed his jacket off and to the side before tearing his shirt away from his body, allowing you to see his chest, and more of his scar covered skin.

Sitting quietly with a faint blush on your cheeks, you couldn’t look away. trying to avoid staring directly at his toned chest and his nipples, you raised your hand and allowed your fingers to sink down across his sternum.

Soon your fingers were met with his abs, which the heat on your face noticed far too well. 

“Say it again.” Dabi mumbled. You lifted your head to look into his eyes again, your hand still resting against his chest.

“You are beautiful-” The moment the words left your lips, Dabi’s own lips were pressed against yours. Kissing you roughly, more than he intended too, his hands mangled into yours, pushing your arms over your head.

His heart was pounding and it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest onto yours. Pulling away for a few seconds, Dabi’s hair covered his eyes as he looked down, finding interest in the collar of your shirt.

“I want you.” Dabi’s words were simple, but they didn’t have to be complex. You knew what he meant, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted it too. A chance to see him in a different light, with deeper meaning.

A chance to connect with him, one on one. 

“Then take me.” Your fingers intertwined with his, your arms still resting above your head. It didn’t take long for his lips to magnetize back to yours, sticking to them like glue.

When Dabi thought about sex, he didn’t come anywhere close to making love. There wasn’t that sort of option when it came to him. He didn’t think he was at all capable of love, let alone a relationship that was going to have any sort of emotional connection strong enough to make him feel stable.

But you, you were so vastly different from anyone he’d ever fucked. So different from an excuse to get his dick wet, to get his mind off of league business or heaven forbid, his past.

But you, you were what he needed, what he wanted. It was far from therapy, but it’d work. Having you around was like a drug, addicting, and he’d be going through withdrawals if he couldn’t have you.

Feeling you, touching you, fucking you, kissing you, it was fuel to his fire. He was damaged goods, broken and shattered, impossible to put together, but you were doing your best, working on the smallest parts, exercising precautions, and opening your heart to him.

Hearing his name in the form of your moans as he rutted into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips drove him wild, much like the way your hands tangled into his hair, forcing his head into your chest where he kissed and sucked on your skin, leaving marks.

Your moans and his own grunts of pleasure were spewing from the locked room. Dabi didn’t care if the others heard, he was enjoying the moment.

Every part of it. Every part of you, every part of your body, your words, your love. And before he knew, Dabi was at his highest, his face flush against your naked chest, breathing heavily as he inhaled your scent.

Still inside you, he didn’t move, allowing the two of you to catch your breath. It was in this moment, if Dabi allowed himself to cry, he would’ve cried a second time. He was so infatuated with you, so attached.

“I love you.” Your words scared him, causing his cerulean eyes to peak at you through locks of his noir hair.

“That’s stupid.” Dabi kissed your sternum, kissing up your chest, stopping at your neck to leave a little mark, only to meet at your lips in the end.

“How?” You ask softly, your hands massaging his scalp as his lips hover over yours.

“I can’t explain it, it just is.” Dabi frowned, trying to understand what your eyes were saying as they clouded with emotion.

“Love is complex, and I think that maybe you’ve never really had good experiences with it. If you’d let me, I could show you just how beautiful it can be.” You offer, a small smile on your lips.

“If you feel the need-”

“I do. I love you, and I want you to know love.” You kissed his forehead. Dabi eventually pulled out, not minding the mess, he’d clean up later. 

“I want you to know why I love you.” You whispered, hugging him closer to you.

“Why I love your scars, your hands, your strength, the rasp in your voice, all of it. I love.” Dabi’s arms are strung over your waist as he lays, face nuzzled in your neck. It’s a bit of a stretch for him, and he feels out of place, but it’s oddly comfortable.

The next couple of times you draw Dabi, you ask to see him shirtless again. And with every new sketch, there’s something new to be learned, for Dabi. He’s learning about love, and loving you. 

He finds that you still draw him incredibly cute, and though he won’t admit it, he loves when you draw him. He’ll pose for you if you ever ask, and you always tease him a little about how it was like he was born to be a model.

It’s a long road ahead of you, but it’s one you’re willing to take, to show Dabi just how important love is.

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[shoutaaizawas]

I know youre probably busy but I was thinking maybe 👉👈 you could do a fic bakugo x reader where you ask bakugo out he rejects you and starts being mean to you only for you to get sad and distant and the other students start hating on bakugo fir hurting you (Pls take ur time ur probs busy you dont have to do it right away

thanks for your patience~ i always love writing for bakugou

↳ bakugou katsuki x reader → sorry

summary: bakugou rejects your confession in a panic but quickly regrets it and tries to make it up to you word count: 1,541 tags/warnings: light angst with a happy ending

Bakugou Katsuki was not a boy that earned a lot of attention from girls, more often than not girls were scared off by his demeanor. But you weren’t scared off by him. If anything his fiery spirit was endearing in a way. You had a crush on him but you hadn’t yet worked up the courage to tell him.

He was your friend, as much as anyone was friends with Bakugou. You hung out with him in groups and even spent time with him studying or training. A part of you was scared that if you told him how you felt it would ruin the relationship. You didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

It was one day when you heard that another student was interested in him, that you decided that you needed to say something. The last thing you wanted was to miss your chance and for someone else to date him.

You decided to make him his favorite dessert, he wasn’t big on sweets but he mentioned once that he really liked chocolate chip banana bread. You spent all night trying to get the recipe perfect. You placed it in a nice tin to keep it safe and attached a little note to it.

It was after class, you were heading back to the dorms to study with Bakugou. You thought it’d be best to get it over with. You stopped on the path as you walked beside him, pulling out the tin with the dessert in it.

“What are you doing?” He asked turning around.

“I-I wanted to tell you something.” You said. What you hadn’t expected was for there to be a good amount of other students around when you did this. It was too late now. You held the tin in your hands nervously playing with it. “Bakugou, I really like you. More than a friend and I was wondering if you’d go out on a date with me.” You said holding it out in front of you as an offering.

Even though your nerves you saw Bakugou’s expression change a few times before he spoke.

“Why would I be interested in an extra like you?” His biting tone cut through the silence.

“Oh.” Your voice was quiet. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Bakugou. No, don’t cry not now in front of everyone. The metal of the tin rang out as it hit the ground loudly. You swallowed painfully before running off in the direction of the dorms.

Bakugou stood there staring blankly at the space where you stood moments before. He could hear snickers from the students around him. He turned around to glare at them and they ran away. He kneeled down picking up the tin you had dropped. Opening it he saw his favorite dessert and his heart dropped. Grabbing a piece he was shocked at how good it was, it was even better than his own recipe. There was a note on top of the container.

Bakugou,

I hope you enjoy this, I know my baking isn’t as good as yours but it was made with love.

Every passing moment he felt more and more like a monster. The teary look on your face haunted him.

Why did he say that? He liked you too but he never expected you to feel the same way. With all the people around he panicked and did what came naturally to him, he was mean. He knew he should apologize and explain but he just couldn’t bring himself to. He went to the training gym and took his frustration out there.

“I know you can be mean sometimes but you had no right to do that to her,” Mina said, approaching him as he sat at his desk waiting for class to start. He couldn’t reply before she continued. “She really likes you, the least you could have done was let her down easy.”

Mina stomped off before he could say anything to defend himself. Not like there was anything he could say to defend himself.

You were nowhere to be seen for the rest of the day.

The rest of the week he got dirty looks from his classmates, even Kirishima had given him a disappointed look in the cafeteria before sitting down at your table to eat.

He couldn’t bear to look at you, even with the other students flocking to your side to cheer you up, you still looked so sad and it was all his fault.

“Man, that was really messed up,” Denki said walking beside him to class. “You know you could have just said you weren’t interested.”

“Shove off Pikachu.” He growled before walking ahead.

He knew how bad he messed up, he couldn’t sleep at night, he could barely eat. All he could think about was how sad you looked. He had to make it up to you but how?

“On one condition,” Kirishima said. “You never hurt her again.”

“I didn’t mean to in the first place, okay. I don’t like seeing her sad.” Bakugou replied. “I just need your help to make it up to her.”

“Alright but I’m holding you to it.” He said.

Bakugou had a plan and he hoped it would work. He was cooking all of your favorite foods. Then he would set up on the balcony of the common room a table with candles and you could eat together. Or by yourself, if you decided not to forgive him. All he needed from Kirishima was for him to bring you out there.

You had one of the worst weeks of your life. Every day you were both too embarrassed and too sad to leave your room. You got away with one day but you knew you couldn’t sacrifice your learning for some guy. Even if it was Bakugou Katsuki.

Your friends had been amazing, staying by your side, bringing you food and anything else you need but it only could do so much. Time would be the best solution, Momo told you. You knew she was right but you just wished it would hurry up and make you feel better.

It was a Friday night and you were sulking in your room listening to sad music once again. You weren’t expecting a knock at your door. You sighed it was probably one of your friends hoping to cheer you up but you just wanted to be alone right now.

“Kirishima?”

“Hey, I need to show you something.” He said.

“I’m really tired, Kiri. I just want to stay in my room.” You told him.

“Please, it’s important.” He said. The genuine look in his eyes guilted you into following.

As he led you to the common room balcony you thought you might scream if Kirishima made you leave your room to show you another cute frog outside again.

What you didn’t expect was a nice table covered in a white cloth with flowers and candles. Even more so was Bakugou standing there with a guilty look on his face. Before you could question Kirishima he was gone.

You looked at Bakugou before turning to leave.

“Wait, please.” You were shocked to hear him say please. It made you pause. “Just let me explain myself and I’ll leave if you want me to.”

“Okay.” You said more curious than anything else. What was he up to?

“I didn’t mean what I said. I was caught off guard and there were all those people there and I spoke before I could think.” He said.

“Yeah, imagine how embarrassing it was to be rejected like that in front of everyone.” You said. You knew it was unheard of for Bakugou to apologize but it would take more than that to earn your trust again.

“I know, I know. I feel horrible about it.” He said, rubbing his forehead. “What I’m trying to say is- I’m sorry.” The words came out quite but he did in fact say he was sorry.

“Okay.” You said, not quite sure what to say.

“Not just that but I feel the same way.” He admitted. “I like you too and I want to go on a date with you.”

You were even more stunned, he felt the same way?

“I made your favorite food, I can leave.” He said opening the metal cover over the plates. It looked amazing and smelled even better. “You can eat with Kirishima instead if you want.”

Bakugou started to head for the door but you caught him by his wrist

“No. Stay.” You said. “This can be our first date.”

Bakugou smiled. Not his usual cocky smirk or the smile he gave when he was about to beat someone up. The soft smile stopped your heart for a moment.

You sat down together at the table.

“I would have worn something nicer if I knew this was going to be a date.” You laughed. He smiled at your joke.

“You look better than anyone else I’ve seen.” He said. You hadn’t expected any of this but you really weren’t expecting Bakugou to be so smooth.

Things weren’t always going to be easy with Bakugou but he knew how to show he cared when it mattered most.

[anothertimdrakestan]

please do like the boy boys and yj boys reaction if they walked on the reader changing (based off of that tiktok trend)

Batboys/YJ Boys Reaction To Walking In On You Changing HC

hehehehe this is so funny omg i love it!!! for ppl who are wondering wtf i'm talking ab check HERE it was the first one that popped up so yeahhh

Wally West:

- i think we forget this man lives in slow-mo

- in a fraction of a second he's walked in, almost walked out, manually shut his mouth from hanging open, thanked every god for this wondrous occasion, and zoomed away blushing like an idiot

- then there's two clear options, if y'all flirting or dating or yk what i mean he's speeding back with a red rose in his mouth and a DANGEROUS glint in his eye

- if he's just crushing there's no chance he'll muster the confidence but rather he'll probably sprint straight to wherever Dick is and explain everything in intense, intense detail and follow you around like a puppy dog a little extra that day hehehe

Jason Todd:

- you best believe jason is shooting his shot

- he's the type to walk in and walk out, check the house is empty, then yeet back into your room tackling you onto the nearest surface

- something along the flirtatious lines of "god i should walk in your room more often" making you roll your eyes and grin

- then there's some kind of "well i can let you be the only one half clothed" and i think we alllll know where it goes from there ;)

Tim Drake:

- the ONLY way i see this happening is this when he walks in:

- "OH MY GOD Y/N LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR I DONT WANNA SEE THAT" *slaps his hands over his eyes*

- "TIM WE ARE FUCKING DATING YOU DUMBASS"

- "ITS NOT THE SAMEEEE COME OUT WHEN YOURE DONE"

- then he's slamming the door shut and patiently waiting to give you a happy lil kiss when you come out

Bart Allen:

- again, there's only one way this goes:

- bart walks in, his brain implodes, hand slaps over eyes at literal inhuman speed and you whip around to see bart shaking, like crackling with electricity, in your doorway

- "Bart oh my god GET OUT!" you screech, hoping he's actually covering his eyes cuz your cheeks have just gotten insanely warm

- "got it, i didn't see anything, well that's not true, i saw- no that doesnt matter, i'm leaving, leaving through the door, door, where is the door? i've got my hand over my eyes ya know cuz, well i saw you-" *BONK* idiot slams his face into the side of the wall trying to make it out of the door

- in a blaze of sparks he's zooming out of the room while you fall over laughing, later the two of you promise never to speak of the moment again, though in hindsight it was pretty funny

Steph Brown:

- she'd open your door and pause then be like "ooh honey those pants do not match that top your about to put on lemme help you out" not even acknowledging the fact that you're basically naked

- "wait why do those jeans make your ass look SO good go off queen omg"

- "do you need me to pop thay back pimple cuz lemme tell ya i'm quite skilled-"

- she makes you feel so comfy and gorgeous and proceeds to help you make the outfit of your life then y'all take some bombass instagram photos

Dick Grayson:

- you can't tell me dick wouldn't just pass out

- like he'd walk in, unannounced, continuing his original line of thought when he realizes this person he's being crushing on for months is looking like a five course meal

- his brain would go into overdrive, you'd probably be yelling then *bam* out like a light

- after some minor chaos he'd wake up to you uncontrollably laughing, fully clothed (thank goodness) while you relentlessly tease him about his fear of skin for the rest of the day and he's just like "if only you knew how much i liked you you adorable mess of a human being"

i hope u enjoyed! ily!

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