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jeonsjiddies · 4 years ago

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you found me | myg (m)

⏤ Pairing: Yoongi x reader ⏤ Genre: smut, fluff ⏤ Word Count: 5.5k ⏤ Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m recieving), nightmare,

⏤ Summary: When you found a fluffy dog during your evening outing, you didn’t realize you’d also be finding the love of your life.

- for the yoongi to my jimin @sugaflake and special thanks to @excusemin for beta-reading!

Part of my Milestone Celebration Event! Check out the other fics here.

Holly had been gone for days and Yoongi... was not okay. He’d scoured the city, put up posters, called every animal shelter and pound within a fifty mile radius. To put it simply, Yoongi was losing his damn mind. If only that stupid wild rabbit hadn’t hopped across the lawn when Yoongi had let Holly out to go to the bathroom, none of this would’ve happened. Holly usually didn’t require a leash just to use the restroom so Yoongi hadn’t been worried when he’d let him out.

He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings, because Holly’s ears had perked up, his whole body going still before he darted off, chasing the rabbit. Yoongi had tried to run after him but had quickly lost sight of him, and it didn’t help that the sun had been setting when he’d let him out and the dark chill of the night had already taken over the warm summer breeze.

Yoongi walked the streets for hours, calling out Holly’s name with a flashlight in hand. He brought the pup’s favorite treats, favorite toy, trying to lure him out had he been hiding somewhere, but his beloved pet was nowhere to be found. Yoongi was gutted, wondering if someone had abducted Holly, if he’d been run over, if something terrible had happened to him. What if he’d fallen down the draining system and was stuck, cold and scared and alone?

Yoongi didn’t sleep that night, or the nights thereafter, laying awake and constantly checking the local Facebook community pages, the lost pet websites, and the animal shelter sites, hoping for any sign of his baby, but it seemed like any attempt at a reunion was slowly becoming futile. Running out of ideas after searching the same empty streets for the 100th time, Yoongi felt hopeless.

He drowned his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey and far too much takeout for one person, his eyes traveling over to Holly’s dog bed, his favorite toy laying untouched inside of it. His eyes drifted to the many pictures of Holly he had framed around his apartment. Yoongi hung his head, feeling like he’d lost a piece of himself and feeling useless for being unable to bring Holly home. He sighed with a shaky exhale, willing the tears not to fall. That was when his doorbell rang.

You sat at a cute little café, enjoying the cool evening air and watching the sun slowly dip down into the horizon while you nibbled on your food halfheartedly. You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t ready to go home to your quiet, empty apartment. Your roommate and best friend had just moved out, opting to move in with her boyfriend instead, and you didn’t know how to handle the silence with her gone. You’d tried inviting a few friends to dinner, but everyone had been busy, so you sat alone on the patio of the small café with your sandwich, watching the birds.

Your pleasant thoughts were interrupted when you felt something press against your leg, and looked down to see a small, brown, fluffy dog had hopped up, pressing his tiny little paws into your skin. He whimpered pathetically, giving you his best puppy eyes and licked his lips, his eyes darting to your food. His tail wagged as you picked him up and sat him in your lap, even though he was dirty, his fur beginning to mat in a few places and he was covered in dried mud.

“Omg, hi little guy!” you cooed.

The small dog panted, his tongue sticking out and he seemed thirsty so you poured some of your water into your hand and allowed him to lap it up, then gave him a bite of your grilled chicken sandwich. He seemed to inhale the small taste of chicken, then sniffed at your plate. You just scooted it closer to the edge and let him have it. You scratched his head affectionately while he ate, then found under his fluffy fur was a collar, stating his name was Holly.

You giggled at the name, thinking it was cute for a boy dog, and you were glad he had a home, if not a little disappointed. You were more than willing to take the sweet pup in, especially after he’d finished eating and licked your cheek in a thank you and cuddled up in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked his back while you looked up the address on his collar. It wasn’t far. You decided you’d walk him there, his owner was probably missing him.

You dialed the number listed on the collar to alert the owner you were on the way, but it immediately went to voicemail and you ended the call with a frown. Sighing, you stood, leaving money for the food and tip, then carried Holly down the sidewalk, using your phone to navigate you.

Holly didn’t squirm or try to leave your grip, he was simply along for the ride, panting heavily and sniffing the air as you walked, nearing a large apartment complex with a minimalistic design that looked very fancy. You entered the front door and took the elevator to the third floor, locating apartment 3C, and knocking gently.

You heard some clattering and some grumbling before the door swung open, revealing a blonde man in sweatpants, a scowl resting on his (quite attractive) face until he looked up and saw Holly.

“HOLLY!” he screamed, grabbing the dog from you and hugging him tightly, pressing kisses all over his face while Holly barked and wagged his tail excitedly, wiggling in the man’s arms and attempting to lick his face.

“Oh my god you’re okay! Where were you?! I was going crazy, I looked everywhere!” he whined, holding the dog up to his face as if he could give him any real answers, then held him close to his chest and hugged him.

Your quiet giggle seemed to remind him that you were there and his eyes darted over to you and he engulfed you in a hug as well, Holly pressed between your chests as he held you against him. Even with Holly inbetween you, you could feel the man’s body heat and his hips pressing against yours, and sparks shot clear to your fingertips.

“Thank you so much! Oh my gosh. I have missed him so much.”

“He is a very good boy, I can see why you missed him,” you smiled after taking a step back from him, attempting to put distance between you and clear up your foggy mind.

“Oh, the reward! You probably want the reward,” he spoke more to himself than you as he looked around for something.

“Reward? No. I just wanted to return your dog,” you shrugged.

“You don’t want the reward?”

“No.”

“Then how can I repay you?”

“You don’t have to?”

He stopped searching, turning to look at you, confusion written all over his face, Holly held in his tight grip.

“You don’t want anything?”

“No?”

“Well… would you at least stay for dinner? I would really like to thank you somehow and I ordered way too much Chinese takeout to drown my sorrows,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

“What did you order?” you peeked past him, your stomach growling at the smell.

“General Tso’s and Chicken Chow Mein,” he offered sheepishly.

“Oh that sounds so good, since someone,” you sent the dog a pointed look with a smile, “ate my chicken sandwich.”

“I’m so sorry!” Yoongi immediately apologized.

“Oh no, I gave it to him of my own free will,” you smiled reassuringly.

“Well I definitely owe you dinner now. Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”

Yoongi set Holly down, gently patting his head before walking over to wash his hands and open the fridge, pulling out a water once you’d requested one, and walking over to you. He sat beside you on his plush couch, offering you some chopsticks and letting you pick your entrée.

“Thank you for dinner… what’s your name?”

You glanced over at the attractive man to your right, his ears turning pink at the tips.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you,” he extended his hand out and you took it in yours, that same zing of electricity shooting through your body, and you struggled to suppress the shiver.

“Nice to meet you Yoongi, I am Y/N.”

“Thank you so much for bringing Holly home, I was going insane without him. I thought he was gone forever…” Yoongi trailed off with a sigh, “you don’t know how thankful I am for you.”

“It was my pleasure, I even got free food,” you joked, sticking your tongue out.

Yoongi seemed to relax then, laughing along with you as the two of you ate and talked. He was actually super funny and smart, telling you all about his life, his passions, and listening when you spoke. Yoongi told you he liked to rap and produce music, and had even let you listen to a couple of his songs. They were absolutely fantastic. He was extremely talented and you had no qualms with letting him know that, enjoying the way he’d look down with his hand on the back of his neck, tips of his ears tinted pink as he mumbled his gratitude.

You found him endearing, slowly being less intimidated (though not less affected) by his gorgeous appearance, since he was so humble and approachable once you got past his steely (gorgeous) face. Holly had taken it upon himself to snuggle in between the two of you, nestled up against your thighs and using both of you for warmth. You smiled fondly, reaching down to stroke his fur at the same time Yoongi had, your hands brushing and both of you pulling away quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. You glanced away and looked up at the clock, noticing it had been hours, though it had only felt like a few minutes.

“Oh wow, it’s getting late,” you slowly stood from the couch, your gaze shifting to Yoongi, “I should probably head home. Thank you for dinner.”

“Yeah, I should probably give this one a bath. Thank you so much for bringing him home.”

“Of course. I’ll see you later?”

You bit your lip and prayed you didn’t sound as hopeful and needy as you felt. You wanted to see Yoongi again. You wanted to see his cute, gummy smile, hear his melodic laugh. You liked the way you felt around Yoongi, warm and free. Yoongi nodded enthusiastically, fishing his phone from his pocket and handing it over to you. Your fingers brushed as you took it, an involuntary shiver running down your spine before you typed in your contact information and bid him a goodnight, giving Holly one last head pat before you left.

Once you’d arrived home and changed into your pajamas, you laid in your bed, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You leaned over and checked your phone, seeing a text from an unsaved number.

Unknown [9:04pm]: Hope you made it home safe?

You smiled to yourself, saving Yoongi’s number before replying.

You [9:18pm] I did, thank you for checking.

Yoongi [9:20pm] Good. I’m glad. Sweet dreams, Y/N.

You definitely had sweet dreams, filled with the sweetest smile and the most musical laugh you’d ever heard

Months went by and Yoongi had slowly become your best friend. You’d begun hanging out sporadically, but the more you got to know each other, the more time you spent together, (and the more the butterflies in your stomach began to swirl around any time the man smiled your way), until you were at Yoongi’s apartment more often than your own. You’d even left a toothbrush and a change of clothes there, as the two of you often got distracted and didn’t notice the time, having too much fun together, and Yoongi would encourage you to just sleep on the couch.

You’d spend those nights with Holly cuddled up to your side, keeping you warm while you talked and joked with Yoongi about anything and nothing at all, which only served for your heart to continue to constrict from how deeply you had begun to feel for the sweet man.

As per usual, Yoongi was participating in some playful banter with you whilst the two of you continued to ignore the serial killer documentary you’d put on.

“I swear, that’s what I always called them growing up!”

“Y/N, I have literally never heard that before in my entire life. Never in my 28 years of existing have I heard someone call a walk-in clinic a doc in a box,” Yoongi scoffed incredulously.

“Well, that’s what my mom called them, what my grandma called them. Doc in a box, stop and rob, hairdryer cops-”

“What the fuck is a hairdryer cop?!”

“You know, the ones on the motorcycles? Their helmets look like the hairdryer caps at the salon!”

Yoongi leaned forward, placing the back of his hand on your forehead with a concerned look in his eyes.

“Are you sick? Do you have a fever? You’re clearly hallucinating.”

“Oh fuck off, Min. You’re just jealous you didn’t get to call gas stations stop and robs,” you huffed, shoving him away from irritation and also to put some distance between the beautiful man and your racing heart.

“Why would I ever want to?”

“Don’t be so mainstream, Yoongi,” you teased with a wink, causing him to roll his eyes and catch sight of the clock on the wall.

“Oh crap, it’s midnight,” Yoongi gasped.

“Ugh, I have work tomorrow,” you whined.

“Stay here tonight, I’ll drive you in the morning,” he shrugged.

You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, knocking him off balance and sending him backwards on the couch, and squished his cheeks between your hands.

“Thank you, you’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah, now get off me,” he playfully shoved you away and stood, fixing his sweater.

“Goodnight, Yoongiiiiiiiii.”

“Goodnight, pain in my rear,” he winked at your feigned offense before walking down the hallway to his bedroom.

You snuggled up to Holly on the couch, listening to the soft whir of the air conditioner, and slowly fell asleep, warm and content. That was… until the nightmare started.

You walked into Yoongi’s apartment uninvited, as usual, having become so accustomed to being there that you didn’t even knock anymore. You had his favorite pizza in hand as you leaned down to pet Holly, who let out a hostile growl when you got too close, baring his teeth and backing away from you. You watched him quizzically, wondering why the typically affectionate animal had become so angry.

You shrugged it off and set the pizza down on the counter, walking down the hall towards Yoongi’s bedroom and giving a quick courtesy knock before entering. You stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes landed on Yoongi’s bare backside as he pistoned his hips in and out of some woman you’d never seen before, her high pitched moans so loud you wondered how you hadn’t heard them before you entered.

You tried to shut the door before they saw you but Yoongi whipped around, fire in his eyes that were directed right at you, making you feel about two inches tall. You apologized profusely, backing up with your hands in the air before shutting the door and bolting down the hallway, attempting to flee his apartment as quickly as possible. Holly darted out in front of you, barking ferociously as though you were some sort of threat, an intruder.

“What the hell, Y/N?! Why would you come barging into my house like that?”

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought we could do pizza night like usual, I didn’t know you had company,” you floundered, stumbling over your words as Yoongi glared at you from his space by the couch, his shorts haphazardly thrown on his body.

“You don’t fucking live here, you’re not my girlfriend, you’re nothing to me! I’m so sick of you coming around whenever you feel like it. Thanks for bringing my dog home, but he’s safe now. I don’t need you anymore,” Yoongi seethed, getting right up in your face.

“But… but you’re my best friend…” you whimpered.

Yoongi let out a harsh, condescending laugh.

“Best friend?! You’re not my best friend, you're nothing. I was bored and you were there, but now I don’t need entertainment. You can go. For good.”

“Yoongi…”

“You’re so fucking pathetic. Can’t you just leave? I don’t want you here,” he hissed, pointing towards the door, “get the fuck out.”

“Yoongi, please-”

“Just stay away from me, you freak!”

You woke up gasping for air and clutched Holly close to your chest, him giving a quiet, frightened yip at your unexpected action. You stroked his head softly, your whole body shivering as you tried your best to shake off the fear that seemed to chill you straight through to your bones. You took deep breaths, turned the light on, and drank a glass of water but nothing was putting you at ease.

You glanced down the hallway towards Yoongi’s room, wondering if he’d be annoyed if you woke him up. You slowly tip-toed your way towards his bedroom door and cracked it open slowly, attempting to make minimal amounts of noise. The light from the hallway barely illuminated the room but it was enough for you to see Yoongi’s sleeping form, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. You smiled to yourself.

You didn’t want to disturb him, and you wanted to go back to the couch, you really did. But you just couldn’t shake the images of the fire in his eyes. You needed to know Yoongi was okay, that he didn’t really hate you. You snuck into the room, sitting gently on the edge of Yoongi’s bed. You watched his chest rise and fall for a moment, your gaze shifting to his serene face.

Before you could think better of it, you reached out and gently stroked the side of his cheek, letting the tip of your finger run along his smooth skin and feel its warmth. Yoongi’s eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t move. Still, you froze, waiting for him to settle before you continued. You brushed his hair out of his eyes gently, and nearly screamed when a hand softly wrapped around your own. You glanced down and saw Yoongi’s eyes open, though fluttering with the strain to remain that way.

“Y/N?” he asked groggily.

“Hey, sorry, I uh… couldn’t sleep,” you trailed off, looking away and willing your voice not to crack.

But it did. Yoongi slowly shuffled into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his fists before placing his attention on you. He watched the way your shoulders slumped and you avoided eye contact, taking slow, shaky breaths.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” you sighed, twirling your fingers around each other.

“It’s not if it’s got you this worked up. Come on, talk to me,” he urged, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothing patterns.

You could feel the warmth of his skin soaking through your shirt and your body relaxed from the slightest touch from him. You sighed and turned to face him, biting your lip nervously.

“I had a dream that you… that something really bad… and I just… I tried not to be a baby about it, I mean I’m not a child, I can handle a bad dream, but it just felt so real and I…” you choked on your words, a single tear slipping from your burning eyes.

Yoongi pulled you into his body wordlessly, allowing you to fall apart on his shoulder. He held you close, though that was seemingly unnecessary given the way you were clinging onto him for dear life, as though he’d disappear if you let go.You were certain that if either of you pulled away, for even a moment, that you would fall apart and be nothing but debris stuck in the carpet of Yoongi’s bedroom.

Yoongi let you cry, slowly rocking your body back and forth along with his to soothe you, rubbing gentle shapes into your back, stroking your hair, and humming softly until you went lax in his hold, your body weight pressing into his chest. Your deep, even breathing told him you’d fallen asleep, likely exhausted from the toll your emotional breakdown had taken on your body. Yoongi slowly maneuvered you so that you were laying beside him, careful not to wake you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him, if only to make you feel safe. At least, that's what he told himself.

Waking up without Holly tucked into your arms felt strange, but waking up next to Yoongi felt… right. Yoongi still had an arm wrapped around you, and you were snuggled into his warm chest. You felt safe, happy. You sighed with content and flipped over before you snuggled closer to him, your head resting against his chest. Yoongi groaned sleepily, turning onto his back and pulling you with him so that you could lay on his chest more comfortably.

Yoongi didn’t open his eyes, but his voice came out low and a little rough and entirely too enticing when he asked you, “How are you feeling?”

“Better, thank you. I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what came over me,” you sighed, fiddling with a stray thread on his shirt.

“Don’t apologize, you were scared and needed comfort. There’s nothing wrong with that. I will always keep you safe, Y/N. Now that you’re awake and calm… do you want to talk about it? You seemed really upset.”

You sighed, sitting up and facing Yoongi, who also sat up, his eyes meeting yours with a soft look, quiet and patient, waiting for you to speak.

“I just… I had this terrifying dream that something awful had happened to you and it felt so real.. And I just couldn’t stop picturing it, losing you, and I can’t lose you, Yoongi. You’re my best friend, my rock, you’re everything to me. You are where I go when I’m sad, when I’m scared, when I’m happy. You’re my favorite person in the entire world and I can’t imagine a world without you in it. I don’t want to imagine a world without you in it, and I don’t think I could survive one. I just…” you trailed off with a sigh, hanging your head and willing the tears forming not to fall.

“You’re always there, to comfort me, to celebrate with me, and I love doing those things for you too. I guess it just smacked me in the face with how important you really are to me and how much I appreciate you and need you in my life.”

Yoongi’s face softened even more at your words, and he reached out to wipe away the stray tear that had escaped your watering eyes.

“I promise, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he grinned when you giggled at his attempt at a joke, “and I feel the same way. I’m so glad you’re in my life, Y/N. You’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for. I didn’t realize there was a missing piece in my life until you showed up. You didn’t just find Holly that day, you found me too. I didn’t even know I was lost.”

You were at a loss for words, watching Yoongi’s eyes swim with an emotion you couldn’t name, neither of you daring to look away, seemingly caught in a trace, bound by the spell of each other’s presence. Without realizing it, or maybe it was subconscious, you’d both begun to lean closer like magnets. Your souls drawn to each other, no longer able to fight the connection, the pull to be closer.

Yoongi’s eyes flickered to your lips in a silent plea for permission, and you gave the faintest of nods, closing the gap yourself and pressing your lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss. His soft, sweet lips pressed against your own felt like coming home, and you couldn’t get enough. You shifted closer, putting more pressure on the kiss and Yoongi wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.

The kiss deepened, the two of you working together to explore each other, hands roaming, tongues dancing, hearts beating in sync. You pulled away, barely a hair away and rested your forehead on his, your breathing shallow and labored.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I think I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are so beautiful, so kind, so perfect.”

“I love you too, Yoongi. So, so much.”

Yoongi’s smile could’ve lit up the entire sky, his eyes shone with so much joy and adoration that you almost wanted to be sick, in the best way. Yoongi ran tender fingertips up and down the expanse of your arm slowly, his eyes locked on yours, your breaths mingling as neither of you moved away. You were certain if you put any space between the two of you that you would simply melt into a pile of goo on his plush carpet.

The silence was comfortable, safe. Being in Yoongi’s arms was like coming home from war, finally feeling peace wash through your body as you spot your safe haven on the horizon after being gone for so long, constantly searching for a place to belong. You belonged with Yoongi, tucked up in his tiny apartment with his arms wrapped securely around you while you watched the sun begin to filter through the curtains covering the windows.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmmm?”

You leaned in again, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one slightly more urgent. You worked your lips against his own, letting your tongue roam his mouth, and pressing your body closer to his. You wanted him. You wanted to show him how much you loved him. How much you craved him. Your fingers danced up his shirt, feeling his warm skin against your palms, and you lifted the hem just a bit, just enough to get your point across, sending a questioning look his way.

Yoongi assisted you in removing his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside while your eyes raked over his newly exposed flesh. Of course you’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not for your eyes alone. Your lips attached themselves to Yoongi’s neck, kissing your way down and along his collarbone. You gently pressed him into the mattress, hovering above him and allowing your lips to travel farther down, ghosting across his pert nipples as you continued your journey.

Yoongi sucked in a shaky breath that had you smiling to yourself, a feeling of victory washing over you, especially once you reached the hem of his sweats, your lips and tongue dancing along the skin just above them. Yoongi groaned, squirming underneath your teasing. You looked up at him, finger tucked under the waistband as you waited for his permission.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready-”

“I want this. I want you. If you want me,” you bit your lip in an attempt to hide your nerves.

“I want you. So badly.”

Your heart soared at the confession, and you swiftly freed him of his sweats and boxers, letting his thick, leaking member to spring free of its confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of his swollen head, and you leaned down to lick the precum free of it, causing a strangled noise to erupt from Yoongi. The sound was music to your ears, sending electricity straight down to your core, enticing you to take Yoongi’s length into your warm mouth.

Yoongi threw his head back when you wrapped your lips around his member, slowly pushing your head down to take more of him into your wet warmth. Your name tumbled from his lips in soft whimpers, almost like a prayer. You worked your mouth along his cock, twirling your tongue around the tip each time you moved your head back, attempting to take him deeper each time until his head hit the back of your throat, making sure to hollow your cheeks while you sucked the life out of the man falling apart beneath you.

Yoongi was almost embarrassed how quickly he reached his high under your ministrations, your skillful mouth and tongue bringing him close to the edge in nearly record time. The fact that he hadn’t had sex since he’d met you probably played a role in it, not interested in anyone but you since he saw your kind eyes and bright smile.

“Y/N...close,” he groaned out.

You kept working his length, reaching up to cup his balls and massage them gently, and that sent Yoongi over the edge, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat with a cry of your name, and you swallowed every last drop he gave you before climbing back up his body and pressing a kiss to his lips, parted with his shuddering breaths.

“Holy shit,” he managed to say between his panting, “that was amazing.”

“Mmm.. I’m glad you liked it,” you giggled, trailing your nail gently over his chest, grazing his nipple once more, causing him to shiver.

“Allow me to repay the favor,” he smirked, flipping you over so you were now on your back.

“As lovely as that sounds, I really just want you to fuck me.”

“Don’t I need to prep you first, baby?”

“Mmm.. no. I’m ready. I’m so wet for you, want you so bad, Yoongi...” you trailed off, biting your lip seductively and leading his hand down to your core to feel the juices flowing there.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he whispered in awe.

“For you. Please, Yoongi.”

Yoongi wasted no more time, dexterous fingers ridding you of all clothing as quickly as he could, his naked body hovering over yours once more, skin to skin as he began to kiss along the swell of your breasts before taking a pebbled bud into his mouth, sucking gently and barely scraping his teeth along it while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your desperate whimpers fueled him on as he lined his member up with your core, giving you one last questioning look, but sliding inside your drenched heat when you sent him a reassuring smile, nodding slightly while tangling your fingers in his bed-head.

Yoongi’s cock had felt large in your mouth, but you were in no way prepared for the delicious sting it would bring upon stretching out your walls, filling you up so perfectly that you swore you might actually faint. Yoongi let you adjust to his size before he started moving, pulling out until just the tip rest inside your inviting hole before plunging back in and building up a rhythm.

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Yoongi grunted as he worked his shaft in and out of your pussy, hitting all the right spots every time.

“Me too,” you admitted breathlessly, clawing at his back to try and ground yourself, “love you Yoongi.”

“I love you, baby girl, so so much.”

A few more deep, precise thrusts had you digging your nails into the skin of his shoulder blades, clinging to him as though you’d float away if you didn’t.

“Yoongi!” you moaned, back arching up and your chest meeting his.

“Close, baby? You gonna cum for me? Let go for me,” he encouraged, coaxing you off the edge with a softly spoken “come on, be my good girl.”

You climaxed with a cry of his name, clutching onto his quivering body as he came with you, painting your walls white with warm spurts of cum, filling you up again in a different, but oh so wonderful way. Your body shook as you came down from your high, hiding your face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as he held you close.

Moments passed in a comfortable silence before Yoongi forced himself to part from you, watching with rapt attention as his seed seeped from your battered hole when he pulled his softening member out. He licked his lips at the sight, before picking you up bridal style in his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise.

“Where are we going?” you asked, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.

“We’re going to run a bath, get you all cleaned up. You do have work today, remember?”

“Oh. Ugh.”

“You know… you could… just call in… spend the day in bed with me…”

“Mmm.. that sounds amazing.”

You called into work, using one of your personal days and took a relaxing bath tucked into Yoongi’s embrace while he tenderly ran the loofah along your back and arms, and possibly across some more erogenous zones a few times as well, which earned him a halfhearted swat from you. After drying off and putting on one of his larger t shirts, you spent the day snuggled up on the couch with Yoongi and Holly, watching movies, eating snacks, and basking in the beginning of forever with your best friend.

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ghoulciifer · 4 years ago

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Lol, aight, I'll bite. Shinsou, Bakugo and Shoto hcs for what they would do for you in animal crossing? Like, would they plant flowers for you, or help you meticulously plan your island? I kinda imagine Shoto becoming obsessed with the Stalk Market, originally to pay of all your loans but then it it becomes really fun for him... Something like that? :3c

hc: how Shinsou, Bakugou, and Todoroki play Animal Crossing with you.

tw: none

tags: fluff, animal crossing, me gushing over hitoshi and shoto

notes: hi anon, ty for taking my bait hehe i really had to think about this one and it was actually super fun to write!! idk why i’ve been in stuck on ac mode or what my obsession w thinking how hq or bnha characters would feel about it is but i’m glad you guys are feeding into that lol. as always ty for requesting, inbox is open, and ily dearly, nonnie. ❥

» out of these three i definitely think shinsou is the only one who actually owns the game and plays on his own island

» he’s a gamer boi, prove me wrong i fkn dare you

» so i think regardless if you two are hanging out with each other or not he’s always on your island or you’re always in his, switching back and forth between the two to help each other out

» i see him as an aesthetic player, he wants his island to have a certain vibe when his friends (literally just you n’ denki) come to visit or when he’s just chilling by himself, fishing with tex or smth idk

» so he’s always on the lookout for things to add, be it from nook’s cranny or design codes he stumbles upon

» he also cares about your island’s atmosphere so best believe he’s sending you shit left and right

» can’t even count how many times you’ve hopped on the game to find your mailbox full of things he sent you with a mix of cute n’ mean notes attached

» they range from “y r u so stinky >:(“

» to “i love you so fuckin much have this shaved ice maker”

» no in between

» also somehow pays off his loans WAY too fast, like where is he getting this fuckin much he spends so many bells on the two of you

» never fails to drop bags of them in front of your house before he hops off for the day

» you try to get him to take the bells back because you are an independent woman who don’t need no man jk pls love me ‘toshi

» but he just runs to the airport and shuts his switch off as soon as you start chasing him

» texts you not even 30 seconds later to say he doesn’t mind being your sugar daddy 🙄

» now I see bakugou as being someone who can’t be bothered by ac LOL

» not that he wouldn’t enjoy it bc i very much so think he would (though he’d never admit it)

» but he wouldn’t really make an effort to hop on every day, maybe doing so every once in a while to blow off some steam or kill some time

» he probably wouldn’t own his own switch either tbh so he’d be on your island as player two awe

» probably put his house way the fuck at the top of the map so no one could bother him LOL

» when you’re not on with him he’ll just do some housekeeping like picking weeds, selling overgrown flowers, watering any plants you were trying to grow, etc.

» just help out with the general upkeep of the island

» lets you do all the decorating and building because he likes your style much better than his own also can’t stick with an aesthetic to save his life

» wracks up a SHIT ton of bells from all the tree chopping, weed picking, bug catching and fishing he does (BUT DOES NOT SHARE WITH YOU)

» majority of your museums donations were from him because he just wants you to worry about making the island look nice

» he. is. a. villager. gatekeeper. WILL NOT let an ugly villager move in and if they do? he’s bonkin’ them with his net and sending them trash DAILY

» “GET THE FUCK OFF Y/N’S ISLAND YOU UGLY ASS RAT”

» you don’t mind tho because he’s uh, kinda right

» overall he’s just helping you out with the small, tedious things that come with your island. would never admit it but deep down he does it because he knows how much you enjoy putting things together to create your own cute little world

» always sends you post cards at the end of the day to tell you what he did and remind you he loves you <3

» i really had to sit and think ab this one because while i wholeheartedly agree with anon that he’d be into the stalk market, he would not understand why tf you play this game LOL

» honestly don’t even try to sit there and explain it because he’ll just stare at you like

» “?? you like being in debt to a raccoon ??”

» but i think once you convince him to give it a try he’ll KIND OF see the appeal

» especially, like anon said, the whole stalk market dynamic and how relatively easy it is to make bells

» another one who probably doesn’t own a switch so he plays on your island too, but he definitely puts his house RIGHT NEXT to yours, what a cutie

» he’s just trying to help out out the best he can. really likes putting whatever bells he makes during the day toward your loans or dropping them in your home so you can use them to relocate a building or smth

» surprisingly really into gardening ??

» when he complimented your flowers in front of resident services you told him he could have a whole lot to himself to make a garden, if he wanted to

» his face LITERALLY went 🥺 ‘n you almost cried from how sweet he looked

» so now your entire island is just covered in pretty flowers and shrubbery, a whole garden off to the side next to a waterfall and an orchard right beside it

» sometimes he’ll pick whatever flower matches your outfit the best and give it to you so you can put it on your character’s noggin’ HE IS SO CUTE

» you like to remind him how funny it is that he’s suddenly so invested in the game when he could not understand why you liked it so much

» “Well... it’s almost like I’m building another life with you, Y/N. Of course I like it now.”

» then proceeds to hold your cheeks in his hands when you become a blushing, blubbering mess from his words

#i really think shoto is the softest mf #i love him #and shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi hc #shinsou headcanons #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki hc #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #hofortendou hc’s

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otome-on-the-side · 4 years ago

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hey slip ;3c can i request from the writing prompts number 66, “look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you." with satan?

Pairing: Satan/GN!reader

Genre: Fluff

TWs and tropes: familial kidnapping, domesticity, AU (though I dont know what kind tbh)

Domestic Life with Satan was... idyllic, if a bit harried at times.

You wanted for nothing, and he was more than amicable when you divvied up household chores; some days you or Satan were too occupied with day to day tasks and chores piled up- you with your apprenticeship to Solomon, Satan with his archival work and personal studies- but those days when you both settled down and worked in the kitchen and did laundry as you caught up with each other and snacked on leftover takeout. They were days you neither of you wanted to give up.

You knew he was used to having an even more hectic lifestyle, with a total of 6 additional siblings, and you knew them from the stories he told when he had to deal with what he called "family business"; It would almost be funny hearing him vent about getting thrown over

Beelzebub's shoulder and shoved into a car if your boyfriend wasn't getting manhandled and stolen from his life with next to no warning.

Sometimes, he could call you the evening of, other times, he simply wouldn't come home. All you could do was wait, those days. The worst was when he'd disappeared for a month, only to stagger in the door and collapse into your arms- never worse for wear, but utterly exhausted.

At one point, you were certain that if you ever met Lucifer, you'd punch him squarely in the throat.

A call came one winter night; a snow storm was raging outside and you were utterly glad Satan had made it back home before the worst of it hit. You were putting away the last of the hand wash dishes Satan had dried as he picked up the phone. You didn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone conversation, but it made the blood drain from his face.

"I need to go." He said, hanging up the phone.

"Wh, what? Now?" You asked, but you were already moving to your shared bedroom to grab fresh wool socks for him.

"Unfortunately, family emergencies only happen at the most inconvenient times possible," He responded from the coat closet, voice tight.

"Wait, wait," You hurried over with an additional sweater and aforementioned wool socks in your grasp. "Put these on, it's nasty out there."

He paused, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as removed his half worn coat and slipped the additional sweater over his torso. "Did you get me wool socks?" He asked.

"Satan, just because your family doesn't give a damn about your personal life doesn't mean I'm going to send you to them with the possibility of getting frost bite. Now, where are your gloves?"

He holds them up for your inspection before returning to getting ready; stripping off his cotton socks and swapping them for wool, shrugging on an undercoat to wear under his trench coat.

"Can you tell me what it is this time?" you ask. You don't expect details, not when he hasn't given you many after all this time; but you don't want him gone without a word this time either.

"Something's wrong with Lucifer." His eldest brother; the one person that pissed Satan off like no other. "Don't worry, they're sending a car for me."

"With this weather, they better be sending a damn plow." You don't bother to hide you annoyance. Much. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" You'd offer to walk him to this car his family sent if it wasn't such an obvious and clear emergency.

“Look, I don’t have much time," gently, Satan cradles your face, pausing before he dashes out the door. He presses a kiss against your mouth before he leans back, just enough to whisper, "but I wanted to say I love you.”

He told you that often, but every time he said it, you could see he how much he softened, and that he always, always meant it.

And suddenly, you realized how much hated leaving you behind; he hated leaving you on the doorstep of your shared home, and running off to go check on his mess of an older brother in the middle of a damn blizzard,-

"...Do you think you can tell me what happened after you get back?" You ask haltingly. He's still close enough that you could lean forward an inch and kiss him again, but you hold back as you speak. "You don't owe me details, especially right now, but it would be nice to know if there's something I could do rather than keep the house warm when there's obviously something wrong happening."

Satan's the one that closes the gap, giving himself a moment to kiss you properly. When he pulls back, there's an awed expression on his face. "I can do that. I should have done that ages ago actually."

A very pointed honk rings down the street.

"I-"

"Go. I love you too. Stay safe."

#obey me #obey me!#obey me Satan #obey me satan x reader #I can't tell is this is an au where satan Kind of leaves the mob #or an au where the devildom is just layered over the human realm and he fell for you (aka mc) as you were magic book shopping with solomon #thank you for requesting mom ;v;#very nice to have something to keep me occupied in these trying times #enjoy your boyfriend mom!!!! ilu!!!#i see what you did there #thiiiis close to a 666 #request #mom 🐱#snippet

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hydrangeasimagination · 4 years ago

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More >:3c HCS

.... This is what the lockdown does to me.

It makes me.... Frustrated and THIRSTY.

hERE - just TAKE IT

I'm embarrassed.

It's all adults... IDK, I was just feeling it.

This is way spicier than a lot of the other things I’ve written so be warned!!!

I’m considering opening up the ask box for a while and stopping at a certain point, though I’m not sure I’m going to be taking any not safe for work requests? I think I write that stuff better if I just do so on my own, I mean, thirstposts are fine and I don’t mind entertaining/elaborating on something.

But if it doesn’t inspire me, I’m probably not going to write it.

18+!!!!!

~ Dari

Ya’ll know all these fuckers are packing a lotta heat below the belt. Especially Enji and Toshinori.

💤 Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead 💤

a switch right into his core

huffy, shy taker though he's acts like what you say and do doesn't make him hard as rock

blushy and all whiny and pretty loud but adorable nonetheless... he can't bring it in himself to be defiant and begs so prettily once you drive him to that edge

equally huffy service top, he does nothing but give and probably somewhat enables bratty behavior so he can punish you

he's not very loud when he's giving it though, mostly full of low mumbled praises and near purring noises

the nickname kitty/kitten is also used a bit but it's mostly when you're being feisty and he feels like teasing you, though he really doesn't mind pet play

if you call him kitten, he's going to fuckin' melt

libido is somewhat on the lower scale but usually pretty willing to go along with your needs

initiates when he feels the itch and is real fucking good at getting you in the mood

learns real fucking quick and is experienced enough to absolutely wreck you

🍗 Takami Keigo / Hawks 🍗

... you know this man is a switch: he could be "birdie" or "daddy" - you know what I'm sayin'?? 👀

bratty SOB, eggs you on with reckless abandon and reaps the benefits of being pinned under your control

the best way to wipe the stupid cocky(heh) look off of his face is edge him until he's red in the face - then he'll start acting more compliant and beg

equally cocky when domming, his energy is best expelled in this manner and he can be a little mean

being young, handsome, and charming meant that he has quite a few conquests under his belt, though he's not really the type to be tied down

loud as fuck, his wings fluff when he's real worked up and tense when he's close... He can also be really whiny

if ya'll got neighbors, you'd be receiving a lot of noise complaints

back is sensitive, loves being marked up - especially since his costume covers them anyhow

if you manage to snatch his heart though, good on you, you're the type that managed to make him slow down and suddenly - you have him all to yourself

sex is a good way for stress relief for him and is extremely easy to excite - a few purposeful touches and whispered words and his attention is on you

🔥 Todoroki Enji / Endeavor 🔥

daddy dom leaning, a bit of a control freak

it's amazing if you managed to get him to trust you enough to allow you to take the reigns, though he remains the tsundere he is even when he's taking it... He is embarrassed - so embarrassed

impatient though so be careful to make sure he doesn't turn the tables, tie him down or strap him up... or make him blush - sweeten the deal and tell him to be good for you and he'll be putty

performs incredibly well when he's in control and falls into the role of dominant since it's all he really knew how to do

he's not easy to please when he's giving it and is somewhat demanding in what he wants and expects to be followed

though doesn't argue against punishing you (within reason, if you're into it)

low, deep groans and growls - he doesn’t make a lot of noise but his breathing gets heavy and shaky when he’s closer to release

he's been married before and spent sometime alone so it's needless to say he knows what he's doing, even though he hadn't really had sex without purposes for uh... Breeding? (man, I felt dirty writing that)

making love is new to him, because despite somewhat caring for Rei - it's pretty clear they weren't together for love

it would be good for him to learn though and slowly easing him and his low libido into using sex for expression - for a way to convey tenderness in actions so he doesn't have to use words... he'd need a while until that was the case

🌻 Yagi Toshinori / All Might 🌻

SWITCH!!! SWITCH!!! SWITCH!!!

shy taker, he's so flustered but also really easy to take from - he's cute and blushy and he can't look you in the eyes

very sensitive, light touches makes him squirmy and red in the face and it probably won't be long before he's just a puddle of want - begging for your touch and affection

soft giver, he is so gentle and loving and god - he loves you and he wants to just wants to show how much you mean to him more with actions

has absolutely no problem being rough, just kind of ecstatic you wanna sleep with him in the first place because his small form isn't exactly the most pleasant to look at - well, in his eyes anyhow

worship this man, he has so much self esteem problems - he already treats you like the best thing to ever happen to him and he deserves to be recognized for being the handsome man he is

... he has the type of moans to rile you up even more, shifting from sugary and gaspy to low and wanton

praise makes him so embarrassed but so turned on, it's precious

can range from a nun to a sex fiend and it's kind of funny when that flip is switched and being on the receiving end of the reactions he has is hilarious but also extremely hot

baby, he's the number one hero - he's been around the block and will at some point; make you scream without any trouble

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possession1981-moving · 4 years ago

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Instead of a drag I request you describe Hui's smile in each of your gifs 👀

well hey there anon i can’t believe you requested this but i shall oblige.

let’s go in order row by row. starting from 1a, which is literally heartache-inducing. he truly looks full bimbo in this one. like, he looks like he’s a girl in a club whose crush just said something supposedly funny and he doesn’t really get it but he will make sure to giggle because if you laugh at a guy’s jokes he’ll feel confident and be attracted to you, obviously. but he’s also tryna look lowkey hot while laughing. not too obvious though, just enough to catch the guy’s attention.

1b is so devastating. he’s giving like. 4-year-old levels of pure innocence in this one like i just wanna pinch his cheeks it’s so fucking ADORABLE STOPPPPPPPPP

1c literally halted me in my progress for like 10 minutes because i was truly, truly agonised. like, first of all orange hui has always had the deepest impact on my life but there’s something about that close mouthed smile he’s giving in that moment that really just gives such extreme milf vibes but like.... movie milf. like milf played by angelina jolie type shit. it’s literally a little bit nauseating like how is a person ALLOWED to look like that????

2a is just so comforting. like i feel like if i was having a bad day and he smiled that smile at me i would literally just cry because i’d feel such immense relief like maybe things CAN work out in the end.

2b is insane. like that’s the kind of smile a young keanu reeves would pull and the casting director would not hesitate to offer him whatever part he offered despite his OBVIOUSLY lacking acting skills. sexy. androgynous. up for anything.

2c is such a big goofy happy grin like okay nerd i know you love your members with all your heart like do you want me to CRY, nerd?!

3a is pure hui that’s the quintessential hui-smile. him just pondering how to do a “despicable smile” for like a full minute and just finding himself so amusing he can’t help but break into a full sunlight smile. he looks like a little dork and he IS and that’s why he’s LOVELY.

3b.... no thoughts, head empty, only hui. i don’t even know how to delve into this because all the serotonin is making my brain go beep-bop-beep

3c is giving mischief! giving charming androgynous lesbian in your class at uni who gives you their FULL attention whenever you speak and you’re left wondering... what does it MEAN!

this was fun hope you come back with more questions that make me sound like an idiot on the internet luv <3 for anyone who hasn’t seen the post referenced, this is it

#hui #pentagon #Anonymous #p

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riftimagines · 5 years ago

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hi! can i request some dating hcs for kayn? 👀

Sure thing! I didn’t know if you wanted NSFW but I put some on there too. Thank you for the request. I hope you like them! :3c

Dating Kayn Headcanons

-Being an assassin teaches him many things but none of it involved feelings like love or affection.

-He’s lives a hardened life where those feelings are seen as weakness. So when that warm feeling in his chest starts to bubble when he’s near you he’s not sure what he’s feeling.

-He figures it out when Rhaast gives him hell about watching you all the time.

-Not sure how to come around to you at first. He’s kind of a creep at first until he finally has enough of Rhaast mocking him and tells you he likes you.

-He is not very physically affectionate in public at all though he’ll always be near making sure no one even looks at you funny.

-In private though he’ll experiment with gentle touches and kisses. He’s pretty touched starved since he never got much positive attention growing up.

-He enjoys it when you give him a massage after an assignment or just brushing his hair. It relaxes him a lot.

-Not the best at going out in public for dates but sitting by a peaceful river or a quiet forest just the two of you is wonderful.

-He also insists on teaching you how to maybe use a knife or dagger. He has many enemies and he tries very hard to keep them separated from you but wants you to be prepared just in case.

-He’s often fatigued from missions and Rhaast’s general irritations. He’d appreciate if you could just sit with him with his head in your lap and rub his head. Sometimes he’ll vent but most of the time he’ll drift off to sleep gripping you.

-He tends to have nightmares frequently. May they be about Rhaast taking over or bad memories from his childhood. Don’t startle him awake he is a trained assassin. Just kind of coo him until he comes to then hold him and let him get it out of his system. He’ll always return the favor if you need it.

-Overall your shadow assassin will love you till the end of his days. While he may be a bit rough around the edges he will do everything in his power to make sure your happy and safe.

NSFW

-Not really experienced at all but he’s a quick learner.

-He discovers pretty quickly that he likes it rough but he’ll ask if your ok if he feels you tense up or make a face he’s not sure about. Your pleasure matters too.

-He loves to leave love bites and little scratches on you. It’s his own way of telling you he loves you and your his and everyone should know to back off.

-Dominant for the most part but occasionally will let you have some control just to see what you’ll do or what gets you going.

-Likes toying with you in the shadows. Whispering desires in your ear until your all riled up.

-His neck and under his ears are very delicate. If you start to nip or kiss him there he’ll growl and pull you into a heated kiss.

-Takes you either face down or missionary, it depends on his mood. Likes it when you ride him when you top.

-He’s pretty decent with aftercare. He’ll make sure your ok then settle you next to him and say something a little arrogant then whisper something affectionate before you fall asleep.

Requests are OPEN!

#Kayn #League of legends #League of legends x reader

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iridessence · 5 years ago

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I know you unfortuately aren't taking requests anymore, but I wanted to know if you have any advice on how to create Hollywood waves on 3c/4a natural hair. Should I use flexi rods or magnetic rollers? Also, how can I do vintage eye makeup as a dark skinned woman (Lupita's complexion). Every time I try it looks funny. Thank you!

Hey there! Hmm for the hair, it’s hard to say because they both can yield some beautiful curls. Flexirods may give you results that are a little less consistent because the texture changes depending on how you wrap the hair around the rod, but you will get tighter curls if you use flexi rods a certain way and curl formers will give you looser curls. TBH I would say try both but stick with whichever one you feel is easier to install. I haven’t put magnetic rollers on the back of my head in a WHILE because it just won’t dry unless I use like thirty and leave them in for 27 hours. Just too much. The rods I can use less of and they dry faster, but if I put too much hair on two few of them, I end up getting a less defined look which I’m OK with. if I want more swirly and kind of sculptural bangs, magnetic rollers. If I want a very specific “finger wave,” I will do flexi rods, but really both can give you something to work with and pin down.

For makeup, it’s really hard to make suggestions unless I see pictures of what you have achieved so far. I don’t know if it’s the shades you’re working with or the blending or other factors such as eyeliner and false lashes.

I’ve been applying my own make up regularly for 10+ years now; I started taking it more seriously about seven years ago, however it didn’t actually start looking what I currently would say is acceptable, until about three-ish years ago, and it wasn’t actually really good on a close up level until about two and a half years ago. Even within the last two and a half years, my make up staples (both techniques and products) have changed so much that I don’t look the same as I did then, even though I would still consider the make up I did then as solid. I’m not sure how long you’ve been at it but sometimes it’s just continuous practice and applying new little things here and there.

For pointers, my go-to pinup eye look for late 40s - 60s inspired glamour is a soft cut crease. Cut creases can easily feel “funny looking.” They also depend on your natural eye shape: if you have very hooded eyes you may find that after some hours of wearing, or sooner if you apply with products not suited to work for the look, your eyelids may rub together and ruin the blending or make it look weird. The more muted you keep your highlights (that includes the bottom/base of the eyelid and the brow bone) the less likely you will feel like you look weird. But that means also the darker your crease blending shade needs to be, which I understand could be difficult as someone with a very dark skin tone. What I do for my 20s or 30s looks is quite different, and usually ends up being a base shadow with a center-of-the-lid highlight, and thinner liner. So either of those looks could be considered old Hollywood and I’m not sure which you’re actually trying to do, or if you’re even using my eye looks as a reference.

Ultimately, I suggest you come off of anonymous and message me, or reach out to another person you trust for advice and ask if they could give you some pointers and show them a picture of what you achieved so far. Only then will you really get information about what you could do better. I do believe any look is achievable on dark skin!

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qvill-s · 5 years ago

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Hello! can i request fluff 13 with Soren and a summoner please! your writing is so good!!!

NOTES: with a compliment like that how can i refuse :3c of course you can nonnie !!!

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 871

soren + “are you flirting with me?” under the cut !!!

Truth be told, you didn’t really expect to fall for Soren. When he was first summoned into the Order, you admired his tactical prowess, how quickly he managed to think of ways to get around impossible enemies, how quickly he assembled formations effective on what had once been difficult terrain. As you began to spend more and more time with him—you had insisted on learning how to change the tides of a battle from him—you began to see a different side of him. It was a side of him that hid a note of concern underneath his usually callous words, a side of him that was soft and caring, in his own funny little way. You wanted to see more of it, but…

You never thought that trying to get Soren’s attention would be so taxing.

The first thing you tried was to appear more attentive to him and his input during the tactics meeting. For a while, it seemed like you were getting his approval—you couldn’t really tell, it was still hard for you to get a read on him—as you agreed with his ideas and discussed how to improve them. A few minutes later, he ended up lecturing you about thinking before you agree to someone else’s plans on the argument of “You could get yourself and the army killed.” He wasn’t wrong, of course, but as you sat there red faced and being admonished in front of the brightest minds in the army, you wished he could’ve been a little softer with his words.

Still, you don’t let that deter you, and thankfully your fourth attempt went a little smoother, as you were accompanied by Ike. The three of you were discussing training, with you sharing the small things you notice from the sidelines in hopes of finding something fruitful. Having Ike in conversation, however, was like having a double-edged sword because Soren devoted most, if not all, his attention on him. Eventually, having enough of standing around like a third wheel to their two-sided conversation, you excused yourself and walked off, feeling a little more than defeated.

Later, under the guise of reading a very informative text—which now lay open on page whatever and ignored—you managed to be left alone all throughout dinner. You stay in the mess hall until long after everyone’s left, pushing the potatoes around your plate and wallowing in your numerous failed attempts of gaining Soren’s favor: tactics meeting failed, breakfast and lunch failed, training failed, library failed—

It seemed that no matter what you did, you couldn’t grab onto the barest hint of his attention unless you made a mistake. That made the odds of your confession going well very, very slim.

With a heavy sigh, you finally put an end to the suffering of your potatoes and place your fork against the rim of your plate. Before you can sink deeper into your impromptu self-pity session, you hear someone clearing their throat in front of you. When you lift your eyes to meet red ones, you startle. Think of the devil, and he appears.

“You haven’t turned the page since you opened it,” Soren informs you, tone matter-of-factly.

Ever so eloquently, you respond with a, “Huh?”

“Your book.” He says, somehow more deadpan than usual. “You’ve been looking at the same page for a while.”

“Oh.” You let out a little laugh that you hope doesn’t sound too forced. “I’ve just been a little distracted, that’s all.”

“That’s dangerous. Try to keep your head on straight when we’re on the battlefield, will you?”

“I’ll try, Soren.” You offer him a wry smile. If you can’t have his heart, then you suppose you could settle for whatever this was. So, as sincerely as you can, you tell him, “Thanks for looking out for me.”

That takes him by surprise, and for once, his cutting tongue seems to be at a loss for words. In his silence, you close up the unused book and arrange everything on your plate, readying yourself to leave the mess hall and crawl under your covers, when suddenly, he says, “Wait, Summoner—”

“Have you…” He squints, red eyes narrowing into slits thoughtfully, “Have you been flirting with me?”

“Uh—” You blink, a little taken aback by his question, “not really…?”

“Oh.”

“It’s not really, um, flirting, per se… but I have been trying to get your attention.”

“Oh.”

At the sound of understanding that leaves his lips, you can’t help but laugh, albeit half-heartedly. “For a tactician of your caliber, you sure are oblivious.”

“Summoner, I’m not… I’m not good at these sort of things.” He confesses, and you hold back the teasing I never would’ve noticed that threatens to escape your lips, because he looks like he’s trying, really trying. “But I— I believe that I can learn to be. For… for you.”

You furrow your brow, trying to process his words. “Soren, are you—”

“Yes, I am. And I’d like to care for you.” Suddenly, he flushes, the red in his cheeks close to matching the color of his eyes. “That is, if you’d let me.”

The smile that blooms on your face is one that Soren could only describe as brilliant, radiating with the joy that rises in your chest as you tell him, “I would love that.”

#fire emblem #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem radiant dawn #fe #fire emblem imagines #fe imagines #fire emblem soren #fe soren #reader insert #*preminger voice* how can i refuse #also !!! let me know if the paragraphs are too big on the mobile boy !!!#i can cut em up for you uwu #did i listen to soren by beabadobee while i was writing this? absolutely not #wink wonk

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Sixty-Nine: Contacts ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Oil and Blood ] [ AO3 Link ]

“...I don’t like owing people, so…you’ll get compensated, either way.”

What a string of events this has been. First, one Hyūga Hinata - a simple young woman working in the claims division of a body modification insurance company - couldn’t sleep a few nights back. Then, she went for a walk to try and wear out her mind to get some rest. But before she could finish, she happened upon a member of the Uchiha crime syndicate, beaten and stripped of his (very expensive) mods, and proceeded to ignore every self-preservation instinct in her body, and instead haul him to a half-legal, half-very-illegal medical facility.

Upon going to check on him the following day, the Uchiha - given name Sasuke, as she’d found out - told her in no uncertain terms that he now owed her a debt. One he intended to pay.

And now she’s left wondering what exactly that means: to be owed a debt by someone who’s part of one of the largest and most powerful underground factions in Japan, let alone her home city. The past several days have seen her tired, tense, and tentatively awaiting a bunch of gang members to just...show up and ask her if she needs anything ‘taken care of’.

...okay, maybe she’s watched too many dramas, but she really has no idea what this Sasuke fellow means. And not knowing something makes her already nervous disposition all the more unnerved.

The day after her visit, she gets a call from the doctor that runs the clinic she took him to, informing her that he was cleared and sent him with a (mostly) clean bill of health.

“He just needs some time to recuperate from his beating, and me installing the new eye socket fitting. I managed to get him the replacement mods, so he’s all ready to go. He said to give you his thanks again for dragging him to me.”

“He, um…” Hinata hesitates, not sure how to phrase her question. “He doesn’t know how to, um...contact me, does he?”

“Well, I didn’t give him your information...and I think I only addressed you by your family name. But honestly given he saw your face and knows your last name, he’ll probably be able to find you if he really wants to...why? Did he threaten you?”

“Oh, n-no!” Hinata backpedals at the hard edge in her companion’s tone. “No, nothing like that!”

“Good...I’d have to have words with him otherwise.”

“He just - he, um...he said he wanted to pay me back, and that sort of...w-worries me?”

“Ah...understandable. Not exactly keen to interact with yakuza, right?”

“R...right. I mean...I appreciate your help, but even talking with you is a big risk. I don’t want to l-lose my job, or get in some kind of...l-legal trouble.”

“No, I understand. Well...I can send word through the contact I have, but...in the end, I doubt I have much sway. Debt is a pretty serious thing to people like them. Take my advice: ask for something small, and just get it out of the way. He’ll feel like he repaid you, and you’ll be in the clear.”

“...I guess so...I just don’t want to be, um…” ‘Associated’ seems like too strong a word… “You know...caught up in a-all of that.”

“As someone who is, I get that,” the medic replies with a dry laugh. “Don’t worry - they know what their presence means. If he’s smart - and I daresay he is, despite his attitude - he’ll bear that in mind, and not want to cause you even more trouble and increase his debt. Don’t worry, Hyūga-san.”

“...you know, I think we talk enough you can p-probably call me Hinata by now, ne?”

“Well, I try to always be professional, especially since we trade clients, you and I...but sure. I can do that, Hinata-san. But don’t worry about Sasuke. It’ll be fine.”

“...I hope so,” Hinata sighs before letting the call end.

...why does she get the feeling that isn’t going to be the case?

Several days later, scrolling through the holographic social media feed from her palm, Hinata startles and nearly drops her coffee as someone steps out in front of her, snapping her eyes back up. “Oh, I-I’m sorry, I -”

Glancing to her coolly, Sasuke doesn’t reply, just...looking expectantly.

Hinata immediately balks - they’re in public! Just...out on a sidewalk! “ I- ? Y-you shouldn’t -!”

“Relax, Hyūga. This is Uchiha territory. Cops are paid off. Otherwise I wouldn’t bother you.”

...oh. She...hadn’t known that. Blinking wide eyes, she nonetheless glances around warily. “D-do you, um...need something? How did you...find me?”

“I have contacts,” he replies vaguely. “Wasn’t that hard to track you down, in all honesty. To get to the point, I’m here about that favor I owe you.”

“Uchiha-san, really, I don’t need you to -”

“I don’t like being indebted. So just...give me a task, and I’ll do it.”

“Well, I...I don’t…” She struggles to think of something to occupy him...and in the interim, asks, “...how are you feeling?”

“Fine. Got all my tech replaced, the new fitting healed nicely...and the bruising’s about gone. I got off lightly, in all honesty.”

“I’m glad you’re all right. You looked, um...very out of sorts.”

That earns a snort. “Funny way to say ‘beat to hell’.”

She flushes a light pink.

“So, what’ll it be, Hyūga? I don’t have all day.”

“I...I really don’t know. I don’t really have any, um...issues? That need to be...dealt with?”

“No coworkers you have any beef with? Family? Exes or past friends?”

Hinata quickly balks. “Oh, g-gosh no! No. I...I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble with anyone, a-anyway. And it might get back to the wrong people, and...no. I-I’m fine.”

“Hm...no enemies you need protection from?”

“...not that I know of? Really, Uchiha-san: I’m just...a very run-of-the-mill person. No enemies, no...beef. I just work a basic job, live in a basic apartment, have basic mods…”

“Sure about that?”

“...what do you mean?”

“Cuz it didn’t take much digging to find out about your disinheritance. Not bitter about that?”

Hinata’s expression instantly shifts, becoming stonily blank. “...no.”

“Quite the fortune you’re missing out on.”

“I don’t care about money.”

“...well, damn. Paying you off was my second option. Strong-arming your dad was my first.”

“My father is n-none of your business. And I don’t want your money, either.”

“One of the largest mod manufacturers is, in a way, my business. And if he’s doing you dirty, then that’s also my business...if you want it to be.”

“Well, I don’t. So please, just...leave him out of things.”

Sasuke sighs, arms - one biological, one technological - crossing across his front. “Well then what do you want? It’s gotta be something, Hyūga. Otherwise you’re going to have to deal with me dogging you about it...and my temper getting shorter the longer I have to keep pestering you and wasting my time.”

She’s almost tempted to pout - why can’t this man just...leave her alone? “...any other suggestions?”

“None that immediately come to mind, no.”

Well, drat. Glancing aside, Hinata mulls this all over a little longer. And then an idea worms its way into her head. “...can I request something...specific? As in...a one-time favor, but only when it comes up?”

“...depends on what you mean.”

“Well, I...you probably guessed by where I took you that I have a few c-contacts of my own. Since the company I work for can’t always - or...won’t always - help people, I’ve taken things into my own hands before and refer them to underground technicians. And sometimes I have to meet them in person, which is...risky. If I ever feel like a meeting is going to be dangerous...could I enlist you as, like...a b-bodyguard?”

Sasuke perks a brow. “...not what I expected you to say, but...yeah, sure. Just give me a day or two notice if you can, and I’ll be there.”

“...really?”

“I do protection details sometimes, sure. Wouldn’t take much. And I guess that would be enough to call us even.”

She perks up. “Well...good! Um…” Teeth nibble her lip in thought. “I...guess I would need to be able to contact you…?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll give you my call signature, if you’re good with that.”

“...sure.” Watching him lift his modded arm, Hinata withholds a flinch as he hovers his palm over her right ear. In an instant, the information is traded wirelessly.

“Mind sharing yours? Promise not to bug you unless it’s important, but...something might come up.”

“Okay.” Modded hand lifting, Hinata does the same. “Just, um...avoid it if you can during business hours, in case I get screened, okay?”

“Will do. So...we even?”

“I guess so. I’ll let you know when I need you.”

“Sounds good. Hopefully sooner than later so we can get this squared away.” Giving a mock salute, Sasuke shoves hands into his pockets and just...disappears into the crowds.

Hinata watches, having completely forgotten about the now-cold coffee in her hand. Well...at least that should be a simple enough trade. She’ll call him in for her next arranged meeting, and have a little more peace of mind...and he’ll be free of his debt. Then they can both move on with their lives.

...but for now, they wait.

.oOo.

(For previous works in this 'series', see days 250 and 254!) Well, I'm officially back to being two days behind OTL I ended up with a majorly long, tiring day...and fell asleep early nursing a toothache. My bad ^^; But, we're back with more of the cyberpunk AU! With a little more interaction between these two - and it seems they have a plan on how to get things even between them. Seems simple enough, right? Riiight :3c Anywho, it's very late, I'm still very tired, and I have even more to do tomorrow! Life is very busy lately, but I'll do by best to catch up soon. Either way though, thanks for reading (and for your patience)!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #oil and blood [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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artistformerlyknown · 5 years ago

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is it ok to send ocs for the au prompt thing ... because issy + mafia!au + "suck on THAT"

:3c oh you know i liked posting this bro.... ty for the request!

Isobel had always preferred suits when she was at work. They were cleaner and people took you more seriously in a suit, especially as a woman. A suit could be anything you wanted it to be- a suit of armour, an invitation, a way to blend in. When you’re running an underground crime ring (Ruslan called them the Mafia, but he was stuck in the 20’s and hadn’t really wanted to leave it behind), you didn’t really want to be stuck in common clothes if you had to suddenly infiltrate the dinner of a group of pigs- you didn’t want them getting the wrong impression, or you might be for dinner. Issy wore the same thing she always had- straight fitting jacket with functional pockets, buttoned to cinch her in at the waist with a pair of sensible trousers and suspenders- she’d got them recently, so she’d say whenever anybody asked, and had been saying since they were invented, many thought. Luckily, the 21st century was a little more understanding than previous- it was a blessing to be able to dress, look and act how she wanted.

She made her way quickly down the stairs of the side of Julian’s house, rapping on the door to be let into the basement. They’d decided his house was a safe place to meet- he wasn’t ever really involved, happy to just sit on Rus’ lap and have his hair played with while they all talked shop. She liked him even so, nodding if she ever saw him in the street and asking after him when she saw the boys and he wasn’t there, even if it was mostly to make Ruslan embarrassed. Eventually, she was pulled out of her thoughts by Kenny opening the door- she shot him a grin, grabbing his hand to shake as she made her way in.

“Hey, man, it feels like it’s been an age since we’ve seen each other- it was on that deal down in London, right?”

“Yeah, think so. Still prefer Soho to how Brooklyn used to be- fucking nightmare, I tell you.” His Norweigian accent was basically gone now and they’d all developed a broad accent that was adaptable (as well as a good talent of being able to mimic accents and dialects well.) Issy made her way into the basement room, decorated with various comfortable chairs and a table centre for when real attention was needed. Ruslan and Juli were on the loveseat, the latter being on the lap of their unofficial leader. Issy was more of a solo worker- she’d flit around various groups until she found one that were doing jobs she liked. She was due a meeting this afternoon as well- a group comprised of all girls, a stark contrast to here where she was the odd one out.

“Morning, ladies! How’re we doing?” She grabbed a chair to sit on, taking her place and reaching out to pat Juli on the arm, revelling in the way it made Ruslan shoot daggers at her.

“C’mon, g’up, Juli.” The smaller of the men clambered up from his seat on Rus’ lap, taking his place on the arm of the chair instead.

“How’d the dinner go? With the officers?”

“It went alright, love, thanks for asking.”

“You don’t know that yet, Isobel.” Ruslan grabbed a can from the cooler they kept down there, throwing her it- she caught it with ease, popping the tab open and taking a drink. Nothing like a Carling’s on an early Saturday morning.

“You know it went great, I set him up to go check out that storage lot.”

“But we don’t know if he’s going to take the bait. For all we know, you didn’t fool him even a little and you’ve failed.”

“I don’t fail, Ruslan, you of all people should know that. Besides, I got my hands dirty, gave him a little persuasion.”

“You had to kill somebody?” Juli leaned back on his arms, looking up at her from the table. He was no stranger to people getting killed, came with being the boy-toy of a crime lord, after all, but he’d always liked Issy, wanted to separate that side of her from the side that would bring him leftovers if she had too many.

“No, Jules, not like that- I just gave him some wine, sat on his lap, buttered him up, it’s all good.”

“You overestimate yourself, Jones, you think you’re god's gift to women.”

“And you’re a bitch. I totally am god’s gift to women, by the way.”

“I’m a bitch? You’re the only woman here.”

“And I’m not the one pouring the drinks.”

Rus abandoned the cooler to storm over to Issy; she barely reacted, just smiling like she hadn’t done a thing wrong in her life. He grabbed her by the tie, pulling her closer as a hand came to grab her hair at the same time. Juli scuttled out of the way, trying to get Rus to let her go as Kenny drew his gun in case any funny business went on, watching the scene closely and intently.

“You need to get some respect for me, you know that? I am in charge here. Me, not you, me, Issy,” he punctuated this by ragging her hair back so she was looking directly at him, “and you’re disrespecting me in front of my own group. You’re just a runt. You can’t find anybody to take you on full time so you walk around like a lost kitten, practically begging for work because you can’t get it on your own! You need to pipe the fuck down and learn your place in this group. Calling me a bitch to my own workers, you little-” Rus was cut off by Issy suddenly jolting her body forward, knocking him off kilter- she brought her leg around, knocking his legs from under him and he ended up falling back onto the coffee table where Juli was just sitting. He tried to pull her down too, but she was strong- she just managed to avoid being pulled on top of him by grabbing his collar and slamming his head back against the wood of the table until she was satisfied he wouldn’t follow her when she left. “Need to learn my place, huh? I think you just found yours. Suck on that!”

She left without being followed with Rus on the table, Juli looking over him and Kenny (although he’d never say so to Ruslan) quite fucking proud.

#my writing #personal #writing #asks #ty for the request bro

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dekiruherodeku · 6 years ago

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SHIPPING INFO MEME

Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?:

i’m pretty sure i’m torn between BakuDeku, TodoDeku, and DekuRaka for my OTDekuP. generally speaking, though, i’m open to any ships ‘cause I’m such a ship slut (so long as it passes the criteria, of course).

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

again, since i’m pret-ty open when it comes to ships, i’m also pretty open with just about any ship content. angst will always 100% come around one way or another when it comes to me, but i’m also capable of cavity-inducing fluff, and am even willing to touch on sensitive/dark/even some questionable subjects (the latter being so long as both of us are aware, mindful, responsible and respectful about it, seeing how some people have conditioned themselves to associate any subject you touch on in your writing with your moral compass). as far as TW goes, i’ve yet to encounter anything that’s set me off outside of pedophilia making me uncomfortable.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

age gaps are an extremely fine topic to touch on here on tumblr. you’re either a minor or an adult and there’s just no in-between gotta get that cOMPLETE FOOLPROOF SEGREGATION GOIN’ ON because cLEARLY young teens have never eVER thought about lewd things towards other minors or adults. because remember kids! if you wanna have sex before you get married, well, i guess you just have to be prepared to die! ᕕ(ᐛ )ᕗ

on a more serious note, in terms of the muses’ ages, if either or both are no more than 20 years old, the gap is no more than two. 21 years old can’t go any younger than 19 years old, and 21+ just have to steer clear of <19 year olds. MUNS, however, CANNOT be a minor if you’re looking to touch on sexual content, explicit AND suggestive. i am currently 23. you will get me in trouble, my dude, and i don’t need that kind of mess in my life.

aged up muses are also understandably allowed, but only if they’re teenagers. it’s one thing wanting to age up a 15-16 yr old (aka high schooler age) to explore what their sex life might be like---’cause let’s face it, media’s already making you young’uns try and look like an adult with your 13 yr old baby self with adult actors playing teens and teens being less restricted over mature content and so on---but aging up, like, a 7 or 10 yr old????? for ship content????????? that’s most definitely uncomfortable in more ways than one.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

in a sense. i guess in a way i do need chemistry/history to feel the mood for the ship, but the number one thing i absolutely do need is just to first get a feel/understanding of what your muse is like.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW/SRP?

suggestive content in general can be difficult to differentiate, in my opinion.

on one hand, you could have your muse comically go “DAAYUUUM BABE YO ASS B FIIINE *slaps dat booty* mMMMFFMMFHHfFHFhFHH 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit” and it’d still technically pass off as SFW as there’s no explicit content going on.

on the other hand, you could be writing content explicitly stating the suggestive or sexual thoughts/intent running through your muse’s head just from staring longingly at their significant other from across the room because they’re horny off their goddamn mind, and just that alone will express enough suggestive content to flag it as NSFW.

the easiest i can make this is just: the moment you consider making your muse’s sexual desires go from thought to action outside of some clinginess and an intensive make-out session, then that’s when you should start asking yourself (and me) if it’d be crossing into NSFW/SRP territory.

WHO ARE THE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

just puttin’ it out there, i’m a multi-shipper, i will ship deku with aNYBODY so long as criteria prior are met and there’s enough chemistry for me to go off on. 👀 but uh so far in terms of active ships, there’s @wildxplosion’s Kacchan, @silver-strings-of-fate’s OC Yayoi, @zerogravitygirl’s Uraraka, @nitrosweet’s Proto!Kacchan (or well at least i’m most definitely open to the ship at this point 👀 👀 ahemahem), and @cndyjar’s Iida & Camie (though both iida and camie have yet to reach the dating flag). the rest/inactive ships can be found on Deku’s Relationship Page!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

if you’re looking to interact for the sole purpose of shipping, then i guess i’d really appreciate the heads up so that it can be discussed. just a forewarning, though: as i said earlier, i first need to get a feel/understanding of your muse, canon or not. so before you start making the moves, at least let us have a thread or two of our muses interacting regularly with each other first.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

[ h e a v y b r e a t h i n g ]

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

not quite sure which end of the spectrum i fall under, but it’s probably the latter. i’ll share stuff that’d make me go look it’s our babies along with ship-content ideas and even experience feels with you when we have them put up with our ideas, but i guess unless i’m actually requested to find or create content regarding said ship, i’m pretty tame about ships in general.

ARE YOU MULTI-SHIP?

[ H E A V Y B R E A T H I N G I N T E N S I F I E S . ]

WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

oh boy ( ◉◞౪◟◉) here we go.

BakuDeku, TodoDeku, DekuRaka, IiDeku, TodoBaku, IidaRaka, TodoMomo, KamiShin, KiriDeku, TodoKami, BakuKami, TodoBakuDeku, IiDekuRaka, BakuDekuRaka, AsuiRaka, MomoRaka, and apparently BakuRaka is slowly getting there.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

interactions! IM is also a thing, but usually was really gets me hooked without me even realizing before it’s too late is just when our muses interact both on a legitimate RP thread level and casual, random bull crap, both funny and emotional.

TAGGED BY: NICKED FROM: @nitrosweet :3c TAGGING: you!! GOT ‘EEM.

#queue pew pew #tag memes #about the mun memes #rp guidelines #chill rp blog is chill #about the blog #blog info #long post

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