#have a fabulous day and pls stay safe!!

[inkykeiji]

You should give Keigo a feather tramp stamp. :P

LMAOOOO oh my god yes anon pls this made me giggle so bad ehehehe honestly out of all my keigo iterations, tag keigo would be the most likely to have a feather tramp stamp that he definitely got while high off his ass

[recareels]

Do thoma and reader ever get naughty without lord ayato knowing? 👀 What would he do if he found out??

yes, they do!!! ayato has given thoma clearance to fool around with reader whenever he or they want to—ayato is gone for such long hours every day, and he knows his poor baby has necessities that must be met, being as clingy and needy as they are (his poor, precious, pathetic little thing <3), and who better to provide those necessities than thoma?

ayato is a jealous and possessive person when it comes to his sweet lil baby, but these emotions do not apply to thoma; not when he places such extensive and extreme trust in thoma, not when he knows thoma’s loyalty to him has no bounds, thoma being more of an extension of ayato at this point than his own separate entity; consolidated, controlled. ayato would prefer that thoma at least give him a heads up when his two favourite people are about to get naughty—or, even better, call him so he can listen, or record it so he can watch later; when he returns home from work and would prefer his baby get their full rest, or when he has a moment or two of solitude to himself between meetings (/murders) and assessments and shippings—but asking for permission isn’t exactly a requirement. ayato knows that these things just happen sometimes, sudden and spontaneous; a spark that transpires before either of them can even comprehend the situation, so stark and severe and suasive that neither has a second to think about anything at all, bodies moving on pure, urgent instinct.

but it’s okay. thoma always gives his boss the rundown of the event in excruciating detail, and ayato is quite adept at using his imagination when the situation calls for it <3

[inkyclive]

just wanted to say that the little yandere joshua thing you wrote has got me on my knees, j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ it was so good!

aw thank you so much!!! <33 this really means a lot to me hehe c: thank you for taking a moment to let me know ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HEY TWITTER! (AA23)

pairing: alex albon x f!reader

summary: alex spends the night of a concert dancing with a beautiful stranger, he remembers everything about her, from her outfit to what her favorite song was — well, except for her name.

genre: humour, fluff

authors note: dedicated to my fabulous 🪐 anon for the most incredible idea (and also just being the most beautiful human being)

*faceclaim for y/n: yasmin wijnaldum (but please imagine her as you see fit)

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lilymhe one of us had way too much to drink last night, you have one guess

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yourusername um idk this is really difficult

lilymhe it’s the sticker gem still on your face that is getting me

user wait…. is this her…

lilymhe is this WHO

user GUYS I THINK THIS MIGHT BE HER

user GOOD JOB INTERNET

user @/alex_albon CAN YOU CONFIRM OR DENY

alex_albon OH MY

user IM TAKING THAT AS A YES

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yourusername challenge: which one of us had the most fun this past few days

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alex_albon well if you don’t say you then i fear i bought you dinner for no reason

user IT WAS HER!!! WE DID IT GUYS

user he found out who she was a few hours ago and he’s already on her instagram… maybe he has more power than we thought

lilymhe definitely not me i’ve been sat in a hotel room while you go meet boys

yourusername he bought doughnuts for us to share. omw to you with them now🤝

lilymhe i take it back @alex_albon you can stay

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alex_albon a story in 3 parts

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user idk what you did but i’m sure you deserved that middle finger

yourusername that food coma hit different

lilymhe you’re telling me i walked in to you both laying like vampires passed out

user the plot thickens

user heavily entertained by the idea of alex legitimately falling in love with a girl whilst drunk, hunting her down using the internet, and then going instagram official within 72 hours

user i don’t think they’re dating aha

user @/user ok well if he doesn’t want her then i do

user okay answer quickly are y’all dating

yourusername no one knows

alex_albon dating? what’s dating?

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williamsracing hit tweet, who’s this?

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user WILLIAMS I LOVE YOU

lilymhe can u ask him to order me more doughnuts pls

user so real, using best friend privileges

user he’s not a want but a need

yourusername oh i miss that face already☹️

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mclaren @/williamsracing heard you may be in need of our services…?

williamsracing we’re listening👀

mclaren plans are already in action🤝

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yourusername safe to say he learnt the meaning of the word dating

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user FINALLY

user alex albon most successful twitter user

lilymhe AND I DIDNT HEAR ABOUT THIS???

yourusername i tried to ring you but you didn’t pick up😔

lilymhe @/yourusername RING ME AGAIN WTF

alex_albon @/lilymhe she’s busy rn😁

lilymhe @/alex_albon GROSS

alex_albon @/lilymhe NOT LIKE THAT

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alex_albon got her number, remembered her name, kept her around for a year

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user wow who said romance was dead huh

user when we talk about having fanfic moments… that’s these two

user ok now bring her to the next race we miss seeing her in the paddock

landonorris and yet IM the one with no rizz

yourusername your girlfriend literally called you cute and you folded. shut up.

landosgf babe our relationship started because you hit me with your car ? that’s not rizz it’s stupidity

landonorris i regret ever introducing you two

yourusername i love you, or whatever🙄

mclaren @/williamsracing i’m not seeing a thank you?

williamsracing logan would have thanked us

alex_albon yes that’s right set him up next

logansargeant no thank yOU i can’t deal with the headache

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a/n: okay🤓 first post in a while. half written pre baby half written post. hopefully i’ve still got it LMAO. off to finish some written bits / write a new oscar imagine idea i had over the month

will i ever stop this mclaren matchmaking saga? i don’t think so

taglist: @iloveyou3000morgan @scopeiguess @gwginnyweasley @hetfieldd @sweetbabygirlsworld @wittywhispers @bingewatche @sebvettelsgirl @casperlikej @geniusalpaca @namgification @orangetreekid @

[honeytae]

I didn’t know you had a thing for bandanas.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIV! omg how do i even start...you’re not only one of my favorite people on this site but literally one of my favorite souls on this earth. you radiate warmth, wit, and yes...thottery :) so of course i had to write some grammys tae smut for you, right? of course i did. i love you so much, i hope you have a fabulous day and i’m sending you so so many hugs! happiest of birthdays to you @taetaespeaches, my sister wife, my twin flame, the best honey boy min enthusiast, my favorite wholesome thot! i love you i love you i love you <3

genre: smut (ofc)

warnings: GRAMMYS TAEHYUNG, suggestive texting mentions, tae’s a Tease™️, heavy petting and groping, grinding/dry humping, fingering, brief nipple play, there’s a handjob or two, unprotected sex (stay safe!), mild dirty talk and profanity, this is pretty much just filth i do apologize

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“Oh my god.” 

Huffing, you tossed your phone back onto the counter, staring back at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, lips parted in disbelief. You could not believe Taehyung, truly. He could be a tease, of course, but tonight he was on another level. 

The number of photos, that could only be described as none other than thirst traps, you’d been sent throughout the night was dizzying.

Spanning from the time he was getting ready for the Grammy’s red carpet to when he was backstage in that goddamn bandana for the Old Town Road performance, you’d already stashed them in a hidden folder, pulling them back up on your screen whenever your brain drifted to them again. Which, admittedly, had been a lot over the past few hours. 

Despite traveling overseas for the award ceremony together, you could not attend the show with him for obvious reasons. Truly, you didn’t mind. You weren’t about the glitz and glamour anyway; but fuck, he really wasn’t making it easy on you. 

In addition to the multiple professionally taken shots of your boyfriend at the show beginning to circulate, your texting conversation with him consisted of only attachment after attachment at this point, eyes practically bulging out of your head with each scroll of your thumb and hooking you in for more in his absence from your hotel room.

And that had been your only activity for the night until you decided to part from the television and get ready for bed. 

Groaning when your phone began buzzing repeatedly on the marble, you set the washcloth you’d been running over your face atop the surface, peeking at the screen and rolling your eyes when you saw your boyfriend’s name across the top of it.

Swiping your thumb across the flashing display, you lifted the phone to your ear, leaning your stomach against the counter as you mumbled a greeting. 

“Hey, why didn’t you respond?” He asked immediately, making you chuckle at his bluntness. 

“I’m still processing the information you’ve provided me with, Tae.” You responded, hearing the man’s deep chuckle reverberate through the device. 

“What information is that, love?” 

You could hear the amused teasing in his voice, smug grin prominent on his face as he awaited your reply. 

“The endless shirtless selfies, Taehyung. That is the information I’m referencing.” You said, thinking back on the several attachments you’d gotten notifications for over the course of the night, each time Taehyung was changing his outfit followed by a photo of him nearly naked in the mirror backstage.

“I thought they were tasteful.” He teased, giggling when you groaned on the other side of the call. 

“Biting your lip while gripping your bulge? Oh yeah, I’m sure Army’s would agree. Very tasteful.” You teased back, the man humming deeply.

“I don’t share those things with Army though, because those are for you only.” He smirked, you mirroring his hummed reply with a slight smile.

“When are you coming back?” You asked, tapping your fingernails against the surface beside the basin of the sink.

“We need to do one more interview, then we can leave.” He answered, a member of the staff speaking in the background followed by Hoseok’s laugh ringing out through the room.

You sighed in response, quiet enough that you thought he wouldn’t hear it. That thought was proven wrong almost immediately as he chuckled, the phone shuffling in his grip as the voices in the background turned to muffled noise. 

“What’s wrong, hm? Miss me?” He lowered his voice to presumably not be heard by others, his husky tone causing you to swallow a harsh gulp, thankful you weren’t video calling so you could play along with his little game.

“Mm, not particularly. I just wanted to play GTA with Kook.” You teased, smirking at Taehyung’s scoff, hairs raising on your arms as he chuckled into the phone and through your speaker.

“Alright. Well, you can expect Kook soon.” He said, tone smug as he heard the breath hitch in your throat. 

“Love you.” He murmured into the phone before abruptly hanging up, leaving you clutching your phone with a racing heart as you anticipated your boyfriends’ arrival. 

Trying to fight the now strengthened desire for your man, you blocked out the images from tonight along with the tone of his deep honeyed voice through the phone the best you could, reaching for your soap pump with a sigh. 

“Unbelievably rude.”

The silence of your room was awfully loud as you drew out the remaining steps of your skincare routine, hoping that if you took long enough then there would be less empty waiting time for your boyfriend. Your incredibly attractive boyfriend who you could not wait to get your hands on.

Your eyes continually darted to the timestamp on your lock screen, sighing each time as only a few minutes had passed since the last time you checked. 

If Taehyung could see how desperate you were acting right now, he’d surely have that god damn smirk on his face, one that would probably have your jeans unbutton themselves beyond your own control. 

Heaving another sigh, you distractedly stretched your neck from side to side, scrunching your face up in a grimace at the resulting snaps.

The closing of your eyes combined with the loud rush of water from the faucet seemed to drown out the sounds you’d eagerly been waiting for, nearly jumping out of your skin at the sudden addition of Taehyung next to you through the reflection of the mirror above the sink. 

His hair was still styled over that black and white patterned bandana, matching with the shirt that exposed just a touch of his bicep and a whole lot of his chest. 

Despite the immediate salivating of your tongue, you kept your shocked expression on your face, breathing out his name as you leaned a hand on the counter beside you. 

“Fuck, you scared me.” You placed your other hand over your heart, Taehyung grinning before reaching his arm out to pull you into his chest, pressing a kiss to each cheek before leaning back to smile at you.

“Sorry, love. Ended up leaving a little earlier.” He explained, smirking as your eyes glued to the bandana still tucked under the hair over his forehead. 

“Hm, I don’t mind.” You said, blowing a breath past your lips at the man’s appearance. 

“What?” Taehyung asked in reference to the action, his eyes blinking back at you as your hand traced over his long hair curled to perfection. 

“You look really fucking good right now. Not that I need to tell you that.” You mumbled distractedly, fixing the strip of fabric laying over the top of his forehead, Taehyung teasingly raising his eyebrows at you with a swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“No, please do.” He said smugly, causing you to snap out of your lust-struck daze as you tapped at his shoulder with a snort.

“What an ass.” 

“That’s what I’m saying.” He responded, smoothly trailing his fingers down a bit lower to rest on your butt and gently grope the globes, pulling you flush to his chest as his darkened eyes held contact with yours. 

“Can you ever get your head out of the gutter?” You tried to say, gasps escaping every few words as he began pushing your hips into his, effectively grinding his erection into you.

“Hm,” he pretended to ponder for a moment, “with you, no.” He said, placing his hand on your jaw to pull you into a long-awaited kiss, soft yet sensual in the way he smoothed his lips over yours. 

Your breath caught in your throat as Taehyung’s hand slipped beneath the hem of your underwear, letting his thumb glide over your clit as his tongue invaded your mouth. 

The action was needy, as was the manner his fingers gathered the slick leaking between your folds to push up to fill your hole. Taehyung swallowed your moans as his fingers played in your pussy, his deep chuckles vibrating against you while his fingers dutifully pumped into your entrance. 

“Like that, baby?” He mumbled against your bottom lip, your mouth hanging open as you whined incoherently in response. He groaned at the spasming of your walls around his appendages, leaning his forehead against yours as he backed you up against the counter to stabilize your increasingly wobbly legs.

“God, you drive me crazy.” He grunted, rutting his hips into your thigh as you moaned his name once again. 

Squealing as he suddenly withdrew his hands from your underwear and lifted you up on the counter by your hips, you watched with raised brows as the man ripped your pajama bottoms and panties down your legs, easily tossing them onto the tile floor and leaving your lower half bare on the cold marble counter beside the sink. 

“Eager, are we?” You murmured, Taehyung smirking as he shuffled out of his pants, his boxers soon to follow as you took the liberty of removing his t-shirt from your torso. 

“And you aren’t?” He posed, taking the shirt from your hands and tossing it somewhere below him in the mess of clothes piling up beside his feet. Tugging you by the thighs, he smiled as you helped him by scooting to the edge of the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck as his own hands landed on your lower back.

“I didn’t say that.” You said, fingers tousling the fluffy hair at the crown of his head as he hummed, playing around with the clasp of your bra until it released with a small sound, the cups immediately releasing your breasts as he pulled the straps down your arms. 

“I consider it a good thing that we can’t keep our hands off each other.” He shrugged, gently prying your arms from around his neck to successfully remove the bra dangling from your wrists, pressing kisses to the pulse points of your wrists before laying them down in your lap as his hands instead landed on your breasts. 

You sighed as his thumbs easily circled your nipples, his eyes glued to your chest as he watched the buds twist into peaks with a small grin. 

“So pretty.” He whispered, making you blush as you distractedly reached for his dress shirt, snapping the buttons out of the holes in a haste to see his bare chest. The task proved to be difficult with Taehyung’s increasing pressure on your nipples, a knowing smirk on the man’s face as your pleading eyes desperately darted to his own. 

“Tae, this shirt is really testing my patience.” You sighed, the man chuckling as he reluctantly removed his hands from your chest to assist you in unbuttoning the shirt that had nearly killed you while watching him perform a couple of hours ago. 

As soon as he undid the fifth or sixth button down, your hands were on the revealed skin, feeling him like a madwoman as he lovingly chuckled at your actions. Tossing the loose material to the floor, he finally stood before you completely naked, placing a hand on the back of your head to guide you to his lips in yet another heated kiss.

Taehyung hummed deep in his throat as you reached down to pump his fully erect cock in your hand, taking the hint as you lined him up at your entrance with a push of your other hand on his shoulder. 

“Love you so much.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his hips forward to sink into you, each inch providing you with a delicious burn as you let your head rest on his shoulder, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head as he finally fit himself snugly inside of you.

Starting off slow, he only slightly moved his cock back before pushing it in again, causing you to mewl as he started teasingly circling his hips inside of you. The grinding was nice, sure, but it gave you no real relief. Which he was perfectly aware of.

“Fuck me harder, Tae.” You whimpered out as he continued sensually grinding into you, taking your bottom lip into your mouth as he stopped his actions completely.

“Hm? What was that, love?” He cockily raised his brows at you, grinning at the look of pure frustration on your face.

“Fuck me harder. Taehyung.” You practically spat out, the man tutting at your tone.

“Where are your manners, love?” 

“Tae,” you whined, “please just fuck me.” You begged, Taehyung simpering as he picked up your calves, resting your legs in the crooks of his elbows to push your knees to your chest and effectively spread you wider for him. 

Picking up the pace of his thrusts, he groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock, praising you with a moan of your name as he tilted his head up toward the ceiling. 

With you leaning forward to kiss his jaw, Taehyung broke eye contact with the vent in the ceiling, instead focusing on you as he continued rolling his hips into yours. His eyes held yours with intense force, only faltering with a flutter of his eyelids when your walls began spasming around him.

“Shit, I love your pussy, baby.” He breathed, placing his lips back on yours when you responded with a wanton moan, placing his hands on your hips to glide you along his length in addition to the force he pounded into you with.

You whimpered at the sudden speed in which his hips slapped into yours along with the depths he managed to hit with the angle, clutching onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself as he groaned your name.

“Fuck, oh my god.” You cried as he sped up the pace of his hips, gradually working himself up into an almost inhumane speed as he quite literally attempted to split you open with his cock. His grunts punctuated each thrust, hot breaths fanning out onto your neck as he buried his face in your skin.  

“T-tae.” You stuttered as the tip of his cock repeatedly tapped at your cervix, Taehyung responding with a deep moan as he glanced down between your bodies, eyes glued to where you met over and over again as your walls tightened the hardest they had yet around him.

“Cum, baby.” He panted, lifting his eyes to watch your own squeeze shut with a gasp, the man himself falling over the edge at the sight. Nothing could ever get him off like watching you orgasm.

As he hastily pulled out of you, you whined at the sudden emptiness in your core, leaning your head back against the mirror in exhaustion as your droopy eyes watched him jerk his cock using your slick, only a few moments passing before translucent white liquid shot out from his tip and onto your stomach. 

Sitting up from the mirror, you fell into Taehyung’s arms, the man chuckling a bit as he rubbed his palm over your spine. 

“I love you.” He murmured, breaths finally evening out as he held you in his arms, your own loosely wrapped around his waist with your fingers caressing the skin of his hip.

“I love you too,” you leaned back to look at him, forehead pressing to his as you gave him a lazy smile, “and I’m so proud of you. You were amazing tonight.” You said, swiping his long bangs out of his eyes as he shyly grinned at you, his flustered reaction at your words causing you to giggle fondly. 

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you.” He admitted, misty eyes making you cup his cheeks as you pressed your lips to the plush skin on either side of his nose. 

“Of course you could have. You’re amazing Tae, don’t underestimate that.” You soothed, the man’s lips quirking up slightly as he tipped his chin to place his lips on yours. 

“Okay.” He whispered against your bottom lip, chuckling breathily when you began pressing feather-light kisses to his lips, exaggerating them with loud ��muah”s making Taehyung’s eyes shut as he laughed. 

“You good?” You asked, his irises sparkling back at you as he nodded in confirmation.

“I’m great.” He said, reaching up to push his hair back off his forehead, the copious amounts of gel his stylists had put in his hair throughout the night defying the action and making it fall back onto the skin anyway.

“Good. Now clean your cum off my stomach, I wanna go to bed.”

[obeiii-mee]

Heya!

Jealousy imagines for the brothers because the idea just kinda popped in my head.

(Btw, thanks for all the likes, y’all are amazing and I can’t describe how grateful I am!!!)

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Jealousy Imagines for the Brothers:

Lucifer:

-This bitch....

-First of all, he will never, in a million fucking years, admit that he is jealous

-He basically thinks he’s hot shit and that jealousy is way below him

-Once, Mammon mentioned that time Lucifer saw a demon randomly flirting with you and went apeshit. Lucifer proceeded to punch Mammon in the gut

-He doesn’t easily get jealous but the idea isn’t exactly foreign to him

-It would take a lot to make him insecure and I mean a lot

-But once he’s reached that stage, it will be even harder to stop him from creating a scene

-Or something 10 times worse

-Though he usually uses the tactic of ‘if I stop this conversation and drag her away this will stop being a problem’

-As I said, it takes an awful lot to rile him up like that

-He would prefer to keep things civic for not only his and Lord Diavolo’s sake, but yours too

-However, he’s a fucking demon so that might prove to be a bit of a dilemma

-Jealousy sex 100% afterwards without doubt

-“What’s that? You think I’m jealous? Hmm, what foolish idea. Discard the thought immediately.”

Mammon:

-He will immediately throw a fit

-A straight up temper tantrum

-Like who the fuck does this guy think he is??

-Does he really think he can steal you away from the GREAT MAMMON??!

-Tries to calm himself down and hints to the person that you are taken by grabbing your hand

-If his brothers seem him act up in public he will never hear the end of it

-Is he going to glare at the person? Yes, definitely.

-Is he going to mouth threats to them? Well, maybe

-The demon places a hand on your shoulder

-Oh hell to the fucking no

-Game over asshole

-How dare the shithead lay a hand on his beloved human?

-Have I mentioned Mammon is very possessive and greedy when it comes to you?

-He calmed down after you dragged him away and now he’s pulled you closer to him because bby is insecure now

-Will deny being jealous for a while before admitting, embarrassed at this point and very red in the face

-Just reassure him with a kiss and he’ll go back to his normal bravado

-“N-no! I...well I-...I just didn’t like the way he was lookin’ at you. Prick obviously doesn’t know his place. Ya looked uncomfortable too. Luckily for you, the GREAT MAMMON was there to interfere....but uh, stay close to me for the rest of the day, will ya?”

Levi:

-Well, this one’s pretty easy to agitate when it comes to jealousy

-He even gets kinda pissy when you give one of his brothers more attention than you give him

-That usually starts up a whole other set of problems

-He doesn’t get angry mainly

-Insecure and feels sorry for himself

-He pities himself really, because he knows you can do better than him

-Gets a hell of a lot quieter

-He thinks it’s entirely possible you will find someone better than him (even though he’s one of most powerful demons in DevilDom??)

-He should return to normal if you just give him an appropriate amount of affection

-Doesn’t really deny being jealous because he knows it’s obvious

-pls hug him and appreciate his existence

-Will maybe get a bit clingier

-He doesn’t really lash out at anyone

-He prefers to keep things peaceful cuz the only knowledge of fighting he has is from video games and anime

-Things may go south if the person breaches a certain boundary

-Give him time to cool off and he will come back apologising for causing a scene

-“I’m sorry MC, it’s just not fair you know? I don’t really have much of a chance compared to my brothers for example or anyone else. You won’t leave me though, right? Promise?”

Satan:

-Well fuck

-Whoever tries to get on with you is already into some deep shit the moment he looks at you the wrong way

-I like to think Satan can tell when one of those flirts is about to come along and ruin his day

-And he prepares himself mentally from ending their existence right there and then

-It’s a tough battle for him

-He wants to stay calm and formal

-But at the same time fuck that

-If the dude doesn’t stop after a few polite attempts at telling him to back off

-Shit gets serious

-You’re a bit scared to step in while Satan is unleashing all his fury on to them

-He doesn’t even have to go into his demon form to be intimidating

-You normally consider calling Lucifer up because you’re concerned he will destroy at least three buildings with his outbursts

-Funny thing is, after that happens, he goes right back to being his usual self and continues speaking to you as if nothing happened

-Whenever he’s jealous and trying to keep his anger in you can see the figurative smoke coming of his ears

-Won’t dent being jealous but he will phrase it weirdly

-“That? That was just me taking care of a nuisance. Some people should really start learning to keep their hands to themselves. Anyway...”

Asmo:

-The least likely to get jealous

-He is fucking fabulous and he knows it

-Why would he be insecure about anyone else??

-I mean, he’s got people complimenting him all the time, why would it bother him when the same happens to you?

-If anything he will steadily agree with the person

-He obviously likes showing you off and it’s kind of an ego boost for him whenever other people praise you

-Cuz you are literally dating him and he’s got such a marvellous partner

-If someone flirts with you and you are uncomfortable though...

-Well that’s another story completely

-Definitely not the type to get into fights but subtly threatening someone can work wonders

-Not to mention he has a great reputation and he could easily make the demon flirting with you an outcast

-He doesn’t even feel bad because your happiness matters a lot to him even if it may seem like all he thinks about is lewd things

-Not much to say about him, he doesn’t exactly get jealous

-“You should always tell me if you are feeling uncomfortable MC. I want you to trust me and I want to you to feel safe and loved. In more ways than one~”

Beel:

-He doesn’t really understand the concept of flirting so seeing someone else hitting on you goes over his head at first and he dismisses it as something unimportant

-That doesn’t mean he likes it

-Seeing someone else say suggesting things to you rubs him the wrong way and he doesn’t really get why

-He would linger nearby, kind of considering eating the guy but then figuring you would be upset with him

-He doesn’t want to start anything but he feels this need to come over and see what’s up

-Especially if you look uncomfortable

-He either tells the guy politely to go away or he picks you up and carries you away

-When you ask him what’s up, he’s pretty honest about it

-Will try to say at first that he just wanted to eat something with you because he hadn’t seen you eat much that day and figured you were hungry but that obviously didn’t work

-Hold his hand as reassurance and he won’t think about it for too long

-“I’m sorry MC, I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation. I just felt a bit upset I guess and I wanted the two of us to go have a snack together.”

Belphie:

-The only time he can be persuaded to do something productive is if you are coming along too

-That includes going to R.A.D

-He’s pretty pissed at the amount of guys flirting with you but he knows you can handle yourself

-You don’t exactly need him in situations like these even though he’s there, napping on your shoulder

-Sometimes though, people are too fucking persistent for their own good

-You two hang out a lot during free periods and breaks

-With him sleeping against you while you eat or something

-So the school’s flirts figure at this point it’s fair game

-You thought he hated being woken up?

-Try waking him up by loudly hitting on his partner and that will instantly make him go into extremely pissed off and sleepy boyfriend mode

-It’s kinda cute if you ignore the obvious itch he has to strangle the person flirting with you

-He doesn’t want to do much because laziness but if things get out of hand, he’s pretty OK with killing someone for you

-Doesn’t even care Lucifer will scold the shit out of him afterwards

-Will not admit he was jealous

-He will imply he was worried and a bit insecure before insulting you because that’s just who Belphegour is

-“He was obviously making you uncomfortable and because you’re too much of a dumbass and weakling to do anything about I stepped in. Don’t let people walk over you idiot.”

~Al

(Ps: send in requests I’m bored as shit)

[inkykeiji]

omgomg clari about that ask of sukuna phisically hurting reader how do you think is aftercare after putting her through all that pain? if there’s any haha

ooooh anon this is SUCH a good question!! well first, i think if sukuna ‘fell in love’ with you (aka became extremely possessive and obsessive with you, utterly infatuated with you, completely addicted to you, the closest he can come to ‘true’ love) he would be unbelievably thorough with you. yes, he loves hurting you, loves the way your facial features wring up into the cutest little wince, loves the way his name splinters into the sweetest little yelps in your throat, loves the way you sob and sniffle and stutter when he screws his face into mock concern, lips jutted out in an exaggerated pout and forehead wrinkled with false worry as he coos out aw, sweetheart, did that hurt? but at the end of the day, you’re still his. you’re still his to take care of, his to fix, his to make better. and despite how sadistic and malicious he is, right down to the very marrow of his bones, right down to the gaping black pit where his soul should be, he still takes meticulously good care of his things. 

as such, he always mends those of his things that he breaks, and he does so with a rigorous sort of fastidiousness. he’s damn near methodical with it, and it would feel cold and sterile if not for his quiet murmurs as shockingly gentle fingers, claws retracted, piece you back together, patch you up, put you in the right order again. so good, baby, you’re doing so good for me, he praises, words void of their usual, characteristic tinge of patronization as he snaps those tiny, tiny bones back into place, sets them straight and secures them in a splint.  

and you, you’re so sweet, so soft, so stupidly naive, consistently lulled into some sort of inexplicable sense of safety and security and solace every single time, that it makes it that much more fun to shatter you to absolute bits again, to have you shuddering in his arms or his lap as you wail into his neck and cling to the demon that desecrates you, that destroys you, over and over and over. but it’s all okay, because you know as much as he loves to ruin you so beautifully, to smear your face with spit and sweat and tears, to leave your body mangled and stained and scarred with him—thick gouges from claws down your back and over your ass, imprints of his fangs engraved in your neck, stamps of four handprints encircling your arms and wrists and thighs—Daddy would never break you beyond repair, Daddy will always make it right again, no matter what. 

[recareels]

your blog is literally so pretty omg <33

can’t stop thinking if TA!alhaitham literally fold me and plunge into me while explaining to me everything that i can’t understand cos i’m dumb asf >///<

aw anon!! thank you so much!!! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ i’m thinking about changing the beginning layout of my posts a lil just because it feels soooooo long and i’d like to shorten it up/condense it a teeny bit hehe <3

waaaah yes yes yes this is such a yummy daydream!!! honestly i just :(( want haitham to be mean to me!!!!!! with that sinful, silky smirk, always on the verge of growing into a full-grown smile; the one that tugs up and twitches every time i say something so adorably stupid, sugared condescension oozing from his lips in big sticky-smooth dollops as he explains something in easily digestible, simple terms to silly, stupid lil me. the words are dripping from his mouth so slowly it’s almost insulting, telling me that he has to speak to me in a way that is measured and moderate, in a way that is steady and sedated, so my cute, teeny tiny baby brain is afforded ample time to soak up and seep in and swallow down all of his cherished knowledge. 

but if i still just don’t get it, haitham! and it still just doesn’t make any sense, haitham!, i am definitely not opposed to him fucking it into me on and over every single surface in his office or my dorm or his pretty car or the library or wherever the heck we are this time <3

[sitp-recs]

Hello! Do you have any starry recommendations for draco with a serious condition/illness? Examples I’ve seen (and savored) from your blog would be “on one’s knees” and “you’ve got the antidote for me”, which I love, and want mooooore. Thanks as always for the fabulous work 💖

Hi anon, thank you! This trope breaks my heart so I haven’t read much, but I hope you enjoy these fics. Some feature disability and/or mental health issues so pls check the warnings and stay safe ❤️

Under the Ivy by coffeejujkii (2006, PG-13, 4k)

It is impressive how much you can learn about someone by simply sharing a few rooms. They don't spend time together, not really, but Harry still knows that Malfoy prefers raspberry jam over strawberry, that he hums along to the Wireless when he thinks no one is around, and that his leg is bothering him more than usual when the temperatures drop below freezing.

Blind Faith by orphan_account (2013, Mature, 21k)

Don't think of it as losing your sight. Think of it as gaining an Animagus who never quite learned the meaning of the word 'boundaries'.

To Hurt and Heal by cassisluna (2018, Teen and Up, 21k)

They say that everybody who gets out of Azkaban comes out a little mad. After the war, Draco Malfoy spends three months in Azkaban. He just wants to go insane in peace, but Harry Potter finds that he, inexplicably, still can't leave Draco alone.

Vale Sanare by RurouniHime (2011, Mature, 23k)

Draco’s world gains a new component just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

Come For Me by Frayach (2012, Explicit, 24k)

After Draco is paralyzed in an accident, he and Harry discover a new way to make love. Please read Author's Notes!!

Somebody to Love by khasael (2015, PG, 31k)

Draco's life after the war is quite different than it used to be. When he finds himself cursed, with little hope for lifting the spell, he sets out to make the most of the time he has left. Getting to know his Aunt Andromeda and his young cousin Teddy feels like a good thing to do, even if it can't help him in the long run...or can it?

The Bucket List by GallaPlacidia (2020, Not Rated, 32k)

Draco will die in six months if he can't get Harry Potter to fall in love with him. Since that's not going to happen, he might as well spend his last days working through his Bucket List. Tap-dancing lessons? Rock climbing? Poetry-writing? Threesomes? Cocaine? Getting to know his adorable cousin, Teddy Lupin? Draco will try them all! Feat. Cheerily pessimistic Draco, devoted bitch queen Pansy Parkinson, and a Harry who can't help but notice that something seems DIFFERENT about Draco, these days.

Draco In Darkness by plumeria47 (2003, Teen and Up, 34k)

Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight. At first he completely withdraws, avoiding any hint of pity, as well as any assistance; he is determined to succeed on his own. But after Harry elbows his way into Draco's dark world, both boys find themselves in a strange new friendship, and they each learn new ways to see each other ... and themselves.

Bitter Transmutation : Cruel Transformation by @dorthyanndrarry (2019, Mature, 103k)

The terms of Draco’s probation require him to finish his final year of schooling, he just wants to survive with what little dignity he has left, in face of students that hate him, falling behind on his school work, and all the strange fevers and weakness and changes… that only seem to be getting worse.

A Thousand Beautiful Things by geoviki (2004, Mature, 104k)

Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.

Kiss Me (Under the Light of a Thousand Stars) by Iwao and Sophie_French (2015, Explicit, 114k)

Harry rescues Draco Malfoy from Azkaban, where he has been imprisoned for three years after the war. Draco is not as Harry remembers, as Azkaban leaves its mark on even the strongest of wizards. With no memory of who he was or how he came to be in Harry's care, Draco needs Harry's help if he is to have any hope of making a full recovery. But Harry has his own demons to fight and together with saving Draco, Harry must also discover a way to find himself.

There Is Always the Moon by firethesound (2016, Teen and Up, 159k)

Draco's life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it's simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he'd worked so hard to build, there's only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time. (A remix of If the Sun Goes Black by pasdexcuses)

I’m also linking the fics you’ve mentioned in case anyone wants to check them:

you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (2018, Mature, 20k)

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want. He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

On One's Knees by pir8fancier (2008, Explicit, 33k)

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.

Way Down We Go by @xiaq (2019, M, 109k)

In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town. It's super.

[rinsuokah]

SEDAAAA!!! MY HONEY HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAYY!!!! *hugs you and throws confettis* Gosh babe I wish you have an marvelous day filled with happiness love fun and most importantly lots of cake hehe!!! :DDD Never forget you're a fabulous cutie and I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH WITH ALL MY HEART!! ♥♥♥ I will always be thankful for knowing you and to have you as a precious friend! May all your dreams come true bby!! ♥♥♥ Sorry I didn't got time to do a gift for you, so it will be a lil late!! ; A ; Stay well & safe!!

Anapieeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you so much for the wishes. You are as sweet as always. I’m also very grateful to have you as a friend, love you lots 😘❤️

And pls don’t worry abt gift. I got very happy just by message. Message is more than enough ❤️

You stay safe too dear *hugs*

[alanncs]

hey babes ! it’s me , dani , back with another char ( i also play mariana hehe ) , but this time i’m here w something special ! alanna is the newest deniro in wealthy & i’m so excited to play her :-) so i’m gonna put some info abt my gal under the cut but pls like this if you wanna plot & i’ll slide in ‘cause i want all the plots hehe thx <3

it’s another day for new yorker, alanna deniro.  paparazzi spotted the hailey baldwin lookalike strolling down broadway street in gucci bee sneakers, a fabulous choice.according to tmz, you just had your twenty - third birthday bash. during the twenty - three years of living in the city, you’ve gained a reputation for being cynical, but don’t stress, being gracious can make up for it.  (  cisfemale  &  she/her  )  +  ( dani, 19, she/her, est )

☇   ❪    ˚･ﾟ ❛  BACKSTORY !! tw: kidnapping , ransom

alanna was born on november 22, 1995, making her a sagittarius/scorpio cusp sign

she had the longest blonde hair and brightest brown eyes her parents could’ve imagined

as we know alanna is a deniro , but she is the oldest/first child next to ashton & atlas her twin siblings hehe

they’re only a couple years apart , and alanna couldn’t be happier to have a brother & sister in her life

they were thick as thieves growing up , and she overall feels blessed to have them in her life

alanna grew up accustomed to being in the spotlight, she had everything handed to her on a silver platter and her parents expected nothing but success from her because of how wealthy they were, they knew they would never have to worry about providing for her, and so they spoiled her with whatever she asked for and more

but that came with a price, she was expected to do everything they wanted of her, go to an ivy league college, follow in one of her parent’s career footsteps

alanna did just that, she got amazing grades in high school and was head of many student clubs, organized prom, got almost perfect on sat’s and exams, and busted her ass to get into a good college despite the fact that her parents could’ve easily gotten her a spot if she didn’t do as well as she did

her life was going so well, she had the perfect boyfriend, perfect group of friends, was on her way to brown university in a couple of months, her parents and her couldn’t have been in a better spot with their eldest daughter

the last thing they expected was for someone, a stranger, to get their hands on their daughter . a week after her 18th birthday , she’s walking to school on a tuesday morning and before she knows what’s happening, there’s something over her head and she’s being dragged into a van and taken from her family

the one thing that was expected, was the $450,000 ransom she was held for

they kept her for 17 hours before her parents were able to work with the authorities to get her returned and pay the people in full

once alanna was returned, she wasn’t the same

she didn’t tell her parents or the police what happened to her while she was gone and she didn’t speak for 2 days after she got home

she spent the last few months of her high school in bed, she didn’t attend her graduation, deferred from going to brown in the fall, she didn’t see her friends anymore and she broke up with her boyfriend

the people who took her were caught about 8 months later on another charge and that was the first time she felt safe since. it took her months to be able to get back to doing normal things again and being who she was before

to this day she still struggles with the memories and the ptsd from what happened to her, but she doesn’t speak to anyone about it and she refuses to bring it up in any scenario

some people know about it as obviously, being as famous as her family is, it was on the news at the time, and everyone she went to high school with knew what happened so sometimes it can be hard to avoid it

but she pretends that it doesn’t exist and just wants her life to be as normal as possible

☇   ❪    ˚･ﾟ ❛  PERSONALITY !!

around when she turned 20 was when she started getting her life back, alana became pretty popular on instagram, and she got signed to img models

alanna loves it, it’s something that makes her happy and it really helped her when she was struggling

so now that’s what she does to make money, since she dipped on going to college.. lots of modelling! i’m def probably gonna expand her career as i play her, maybe get her into acting or something.. but for now, it’s modelling :-)

she’s sweet, nice and she sees the best in people despite everything

she strongly believes in equality for everyone, she’s on instagram posting about it 24/7, she hates trump and what’s going on in the world lately and is not afraid to speak her mind about topics like that

alanna loves to party and go clubbing with her girls (possible connection hehe?) she’s definitely the friend that gets wayyy to drunk and has to get help getting home. pretty fearless in that sense, she’s always getting into some trouble like that

is your typical “i’m young and don’t wanna be tied down” girl which is code for she sleeps around a lot

her reputation in the media has definitely gotten worse

um yeah i’m still developing her cus she’s a new char but fdnskjf i hope yall like her pls!!

HERES a link to her pinterst board <3

☇   ❪    ˚･ﾟ ❛  WANTED CONNECTIONS !!

hi ok so obvi i want all the friends w benefits plots , she’s attracted to all humans so :-)

um maybe someone who she actually stayed friends with after she got kidnapped and was like there for her .. that’d be cute

will they won’t they’s are my weakness

also roommates... one of my favs so lets do that :)

best friends ... all of them!!! maybe some people she models with

party buddies

let’s brainstorm something aHMAAZING!! o k bye plot w me ily

[poonamanish]

Hi friends 😊🤗. How are you all? Pl stay safe❤️. Today is reveal day of @picturepolish #ppstayathome2020 . The theme was Fabulous Flora. I chose the 🌹 rose flower as my inspiration today. I would like to give a virtual 🌹 rose to all the helthcare officials who are working day & night to keep us healthy in These testing times❤️. For this mani i have used, 🤍#picturepolishinnocence 💚#picturepolishenchanting ❤️#picturepolishlove ❤️#picturepolishmacaron . I hope you all like 😍this mani. . * #nailsofig #indiannailartists #nailartist  #craftyfingers #nailsonfleek #nailfie  #naildesign #stampednails #nailartjunkie  #nailartlove  #nailporn #unhas #nailpromote #nailitdaily #unhasdecoradas #notd #nailsoftheday #unhas💅 #nailswag #stampingnailart #stampaholicdiaries #nailsdid #nailartoohlala #nailartwow #nailartclub https://www.instagram.com/p/B-jvNE_DvIU/?igshid=e89ibfmpy6op

[kyaa-a]

Kay my darling!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎂🎂🎂🎉🎉🎉🎉 Wish you a fabulous day filled with joy, love and lots of health bby!!! *hugs you tight* May all your dreams come true :D Love you and your blog loads!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🤗🤗🤗🤗❤️❤️❤️❤️ Stay well and safe :D Have lots of fun!!!

hiii ana lovee!!! ❤️❤️❤️ thank uu sm for the wishes 🥰🥰ur blog and colorings always make my day and i’m so happy to be friends with u 🥺🥺 i hope ur smiling always and pls eat well tooo 🤩👀 stay healthy and sending lots of love ur wayyy ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰

[chocosvt]

omfg i have no idea how to write this and im pretty sure you won’t remember me (my name is jen). i was a super small svt writer back in 2017 ish who interacted w you occasionally but.... i recently logged back into my blog to delete it haha and i just wanted to thank you for your kindness all those years back. fic reading and writing was a huge outlet for me when i was a young teen and i was pretty lonely both offline and online at the time so your fics and your compassion when i sent in rambly asks or messaged you abt the fics i wrote really brightened my day. i eventually grew out of tumblr and now im in a much better place! i recently graduated high school so i wanted to close this chapter of my life (including my endeavours on tumblr) but i guess i just wanted to send in an ask to tell you how much i appreciated you! i hope you continue to be happy and healthy :)

NO I KNOW EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE 🥰 as soon as i saw ur handle in my mentions i was like “omg i haven’t heard from her in ages!” and i was rly surprised to read ur lovely msg!! but it’s made my heart so warm and above all i’m just rly happy u decided to come visit one last time!

congratulations on ur graduation!! 💗🧚‍♀️💓🌞 that’s amazing news teehee! maybe it wasn’t the most orthodox thing since the pandemic has changed a lot of our operations BUT I HOPE IT WAS A FANTASTIC TIME FOR U! i always enjoyed conversing w/ you and i cherish every single one of our interactions <3 you’re an absolutely fabulous friend and back then i routinely anticipated hearing from you! like you were just such a kind blessing 🥰💗 (and u still are hehe) i hope w/ my whole heart that you experience many wonderful moments in ur future and that u r surrounded by ppl whom you love! ofc pls stay healthy n safe too!! 🧚‍♀️ not sure if you still write from time to time but if you do i’m sure it’s lovely just like you!! wishing you the best my sweet!! 💓💗💓💗💓

[inkykeiji]

can you do #16 pasttime with sd!nat shouto please? 💙

prompt: past time series: sugar daddy natsuo warnings: use of the word daddy, touya being touya briefly mentioned, ASPD mention words: 1k

The sun is just beginning its descent below the horizon by the time you arrive, smearing the sky with strokes of pink and orange. The dense scent of burnt rubber infuses the air, and your nose wrinkles cutely as you exit Shouto’s Aston Martin. He laughs, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he leads you toward the entrance, gravel popping beneath the rubber of your sneakers.

Jaku Go-Karts. 

It’s a dingy little place now, rundown and ruined by the passage of time, but Shouto loves it all the same. 

The concrete is cracked, stained with crisscrossing skid marks from rubber burnt. The thick tractor tires that line the racetrack are worn and fraying; scars they bear from constant abuse. That shitty little snack-shack, pitched off to the side of the speedway as though thrown in as an afterthought, is still the same; all white chipping paint and stale funnel cakes, with the old arcade having shrunk to a mere three units, all unheard of, screens washed out and flickering. 

Even after twenty odd years, the track hasn’t changed a bit, and Shouto knows every twist, every curve, every fork, the route seared into the tissues of his brain with such accuracy that he’s sure he could drive the whole course with his eyes blindfolded. 

“This was one of our favourite past times, when we were kids,” he tells you as he rests his wrists on the chainlink fence, notes of melancholy in his tone.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was one of the few things we all loved doing, together.”

“Even Touya?”

“Even Touya,” Shouto nods, pausing for a moment as a memory flashes through his mind, then exhaling a snort through a sardonic little smirk. “Granted, I’m sure Touya enjoyed this mostly because he got to repeatedly run me off the track.”

“Why am I not surprised,” you respond dryly. 

The image of three Todoroki boys materializes in your head; Touya already the smallest, his younger brothers towering over him, but still the ringleader nevertheless, marching onto the track with their souped up go-karts—Touya’s plastered with crude stickers, peeling and veiny; Natsuo’s all clean lines and glistening paint; Shouto’s full of dents and dings, paint scraped in sharp strokes, revealing the silver metal beneath. 

It must’ve been nice, even if only for a moment; a short instance where they all got along, despite a few bumps and patches, co-existing in some semblance of semi-peaceful, enjoying a singular activity, together. 

“It was a rare, acceptable method to torture me.” 

And although Shouto’s voice is wry, there’s a small smile on his face, eyes glazed with nostalgia-tinged memories—hazy, soft, coated in sugar.  

“Once, my kart even caught on fire. Natsuo pulled me from it before any real damage was done,” his gaze shifts downward, blunt nails picking at his cuticles, huffing out a mangled imitation of a chuckle. “Touya was so angry he didn’t talk to him for days. Said he ruined a perfect instance of ‘poetic justice’. Said it was divine intervention, and he should’ve just let it play out.”

“That’s terrible,” you breathe.

“That’s Touya,” Shouto shrugs with a weary acceptance. 

“So he’s always been a sociopath, then.”

That gets Shouto to laugh, sweet smile dispelling most of the despondence from his face, gaze flicking to yours through the corner of his eye. “Technically, he couldn’t have been diagnosed with ASPD just yet. He was only about fifteen or so. But yeah, he’s always been messed up.” 

Questions itch on your tongue, and you fold it in on itself, pressing it to the roof of your mouth in an attempt to smother them. 

Why was it only him? Daddy and Shouto and Fuyumi have their issues, sure, but doesn’t everyone? Maybe their personality flaws are a bit more severe than the average person’s, but that can be brushed off and explained by the fact that they were raised by a billionaire, can’t it? They all grew up under the same roof, so why is Touya so much worse? 

Your tongue flattens, then curls over your teeth, sucking for a moment before slowly scraping against the edges. It’s none of your business, and it shouldn’t matter anyway. 

“Enough about Touya,” you demand with a wave of your hand. “We came here to race, didn’t we?” 

Laughing again, Shouto shakes his head, fondness settling in his eyes. “Yeah, sweetheart, we came to race.”

“I’m gonna leave you in the dust!”

“Bold statement to make to a seasoned pro,” he quips. 

In the end, you do leave Shouto in the dust, but only because he allows you to, slowing down around wide corners and crashing into sharp turns on purpose as you whiz past him. Nevertheless, it’s still fun, your cheeks sore from incessant smiling and your throat raw from grating laughs and screams, and he still treats you to ice cream, just like he promised he would if you beat him—Don’t tell your Daddy, okay? He’d flip if he knew you were having sweets before dinner—the tips of your fingers encrusted with glittering sugar from the sugar cones, mouths stained blue and pink from the artificial dyes. 

You’re practically falling asleep in his arms by the time he gets you back to Natsuo, who coos and quickly takes you from his little brother, his most precious possession being returned to him. 

And after you’ve been washed and brushed and put to bed, Natsuo sits down with Shouto, sweating crystal glasses filled with whiskey and ice in their palms, and asks him why he did it. 

“Why I did what? You asked me to take her out, give her a good time, and I did. As I always do.”

Natsuo fixes him with a look, features flat and unimpressed. “You know that’s not what I’m asking. Why did you bring her there, of all places?” 

Swirling amber in his hand, Shouto shrugs, staring at his glass and clinking ice against the sides. 

“I thought it’d be nice, you know, to make new memories there. We loved it so much when we were kids and I—I didn’t want to lose that. I won’t lose that.” He looks up, mismatched eyes shining in the dim light of Natsuo’s study. “It’s time we start reclaiming some things.” 

[inkykeiji]

helloo :)

can i get thirst + 1950s kei hehe

prompt: thirst series: 1950s au warnings: historically inaccurate 1950s au, reader is female, ur in keigo’s lap for pretty much this entire piece, a very spit-slicked kiss words: 1.3k

absolutely!!! thank you so much for requesting him hehe c:

“It’s another hot-hot-hot one out there, folks! Twenty-eight degrees, with temps climbing into the mid-thirties, and a humidex of thirty-six,” the voice on the radio cackles, stuffed with static. “Be sure to keep those bodies cool and those throats hydrated!” 

Gosh, when is this heat wave gonna end? you’re murmuring to yourself as you push past the swinging screen door, a glass pitcher of freshly made ice cold lemonade in your hands, droplets of condensation already beginning to stream down the curved sides. 

“Hopefully this can help quench your thirst,” you set the pitcher down on the rickety wooden table next to Keigo, holding a glass steady as you pour, sure to get a few ice cubes and a slice of lemon, just how he likes it. 

“Thank you, angel,” he takes the glass from your hands, grateful, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip. 

“So?” you rock a little on the balls of your feet in anticipation, keen eyes watching his Adams apple bob as he swallows a mouthful. “How is it?” 

“Mm,” he hums as his hands encircle your waist, pulling you down into his lap, the plastic of his lawnchair squeaking beneath your combined weight. “Perfect, as always.”

He noses along the curve of your neck, inhaling slowly as he plants sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your damp flesh. The light summer breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak tree on your front lawn, twining through the full branches, caressing your saliva-slicked skin and leaving a pleasant, cooling sensation in its wake. Sighing, your body relaxes against Keigo’s as your head tips back, exposing more of your neck to him.

“That nice?” he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice smooth and thick like caramel. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes still closed. “Feels good.” 

You feel him lean away for a moment, taking the heat of his mouth with him, ears pricking as teeth clink against glass, as ice clinks against teeth. Then he’s back, an ice cube cupped in his tongue, frosty and frigid as it drags across your feverish skin. 

The unexpected cold makes you jump, and Keigo chuckles—a deep, velvety sound that vibrates against your flesh—as he licks up the notches of your neck, ice gliding with his tongue, slow and purposeful.

Chills erupt across your body, back arching just a little and pressing further into his touch, powerless to stop the soft mewl that spills from your lips. 

He takes his time with it, unhurried in his ministrations, thorough in his work, each caress of his tongue meticulously thought out, sure to cover every inch of exposed skin he can easily reach—the nape of your neck and the blades of your shoulders and the column of your throat—until the cube has fully melted, leaving a mess of watery saliva painted across your skin in large, wide strokes.

The icy tip traces your jugular vein one last time for good measure, up, up, up, traveling along the edge of your jaw to the lobe of your ear, and shivers skitter up your spine, sending a wave rippling through your flesh. 

“All done,” he purrs in your ear, breath still chilled from the ice. 

And you just can’t help yourself, suddenly parched for him, twisting in his grasp and capturing his lips. Hands splayed wide on either of his cheeks, you tug him closer, fingertips hooking behind the hinges of his jaw, nails sinking into his skin, leaving behind shallow crescents. 

He tastes sticky-sweet, a syrupy film of vanilla cola still clinging to his tongue and lacing his spit, complemented by the slight sour tang of the lemonade. Your tongue curls around his own, sucks it into your mouth and scrapes your teeth across the surface, desperate to swallow down whatever you can of him, to steal just a stringy piece of him and hold him in your tummy, close to your heart. 

A keepsake, while he’s away. 

Finally, you part, with glimmering lips and spit-slicked chins, chests heaving together with ragged little breaths.

“Wow,” Keigo chuckles, the word wispy, eyes shining bright like two starbursts of topaz. “What was that for?”

“I, um,” you turn away from him, suddenly shy, settling back against his body and tucking your face into your shoulder. “I just—I really don’t want you to go tomorrow,” you admit softly, a slight pout in your voice. “I know it isn’t fair, but...” 

But I want you all to myself. But I miss you like crazy when you’re gone. But it’s true. 

“I understand, baby,” he leans his cheek against yours, short stubble scratching your sensitive skin, and squeezes you to his chest, tight and secure. “You know, you could always come with me...”

“Keigo, please, don’t start—”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I,” you pull back to look at him, shifting a little in his lap. 

Holding his stare, your eyes search his, shimmering topaz ever-changing in the late afternoon sun, flickering with the sunbeams streaming through the fluttering leaves, casting shadows and shapes on his face. He gazes back just as steadily, nothing but sincerity brimming in his eyes, and your lips tug down. 

Fingers brush back the golden curls saturated in sweat sticking to his forehead, carding through the unruly strands in a rhythmic motion, eyes following their movement.

He catches your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your palm. 

Keigo’s been attempting to persuade you to quit your job for a while now, to abandon the life you worked so hard to build, painstakingly from the ground up and with your own two hands, to throw caution to the wind and come jet-setting with him around the world despite the fact that you know next to nothing about his work—nothing about his elusive and mysterious job that requires freshly pressed and finely tailored tuxedos, that pays six figures, that allows him to have a two-storey house and a 1957 cherry red Chevy Bel Air and a collection of glittering Rolex watches—despite the fact that, technically, you aren’t allowed to. 

“You know I’d love to, but my job at the diner—”

“Isn’t necessary anymore.”

“Is important to me,” you continue, voice firm with conviction. 

You know he doesn’t exactly get it, why you’d want to keep working a broke-down job at a shitty little mom & pop malt shop when he can now provide for all of your needs, and more, but this job holds a certain type of sentimentality.

Because it’s something that’s yours, something you earned all on your own, accomplished through your own volition and hard work, something that enabled you to claw your way to freedom.

You love the grease, the way the scent of fresh-cut fries and sizzling cheeseburgers twines through your hair and carries home with you. 

You love the sticky milkshakes and melty sundaes and ostentatious banana splits, the way they always seem to perpetually stain the tips of your fingers, tinging everything with sugar. 

You love the speckled white tables and the glittery red booths and the checkerboard floor, the way your regular customers’ eyes light up when they spot you.

You love it all, so dearly. 

“I can’t just leave.” Not now, not yet, not until you’re ready to let go. 

He doesn’t exactly get it, but he doesn’t need to. 

It being important to you is already enough reason for him.

He glances up at you through thick gold lashes, thumb pausing in its quest to pick off a chip of peeling white paint from the table, holding your eyes for a moment before giving a resigned nod, shoulders slumping ever-so-slightly in another defeat. 

“Ah well,” he sighs with a shrug, pulling you back to his chest and cradling you in his arms, chin resting on the crown of your head. “It was worth a shot. One of these days you’ll finally say yes to me, and I’ll be the happiest man on earth.”

“Yeah,” you murmur softly, arms curling around his own and hugging them to your torso. “Maybe one day.”

It isn’t the first time he’s suggested it. It won’t be the last; not until you finally say yes.

But you think you’re alright with that.