#he's barking so loud rn

[altarfates]

Luo Binghe’s love was an aberrant thing, having twisted itself into unrecognizable shapes as Shen Qingqiu irrevocably altered his narrative. He does not loathe him for it, if anything, it has only intensified the ways he’s devoted himself to his shizun, the depravity that seethes in his darkest depths always finding their way back to him. Having begun in his days as a disciple, when his master had shown him the first slither of clemency up until the moment he had thrust him off that precipice and into the abyss, he had loved Shen Qingqiu, even if it changed, even if it was grotesque. It is that same love, recast into adoration, that compels him now, guides his brazen fingers to coax apart his robes, yearns for the feeling of his alacritous heartbeat pounding out beneath them. Anything this disciple could offer him would never be glamorous, tarnished by his blackened fingertips or steeped in the steady flow of blood, yet shizun accepts him, craves him and part of that acceptance drives him mad with desire. Yet his shizun often relies too heavily on resistance, as if it might alleviate the strange, macabre thing that hunger becomes, disciplining him for being too wanton, too honest, it makes him writhe with need. Yet, sometimes, when his voice takes that weakened authoritative tone all of his suffering seems worth something, that if all he had endured had culminated to this point he would endure another life-times worth and still be content. “ did shizun not know ?” he says, his greedy mouth lingers far too close to his pulse to be anything less than minatory. “ this disciple has come to know you well enough to be able to discern your thoughts with only a glance.” it wasn’t a lie, not really, he was an assiduous study and Shen Qingqiu was his favourite subject. languidly dismantling him, reducing him from that revered decorum and into a salacious mess was his magnum opus. So he does not hesitate to adjust as his master shifts in his lap, eliciting a soft, obscene sound from him, grinding far too close to his crotch to be anything less than tantalizing.

“ is a lesson not in order then, shizun ?” his admonishment has met its mark but his voice is anything but repentant, the darkness that eclipses much of his crimson eyes reveals an unbridled starvation for all things that constituted his shizun. Still, he is perfectly still, repressing the urgent impulse to press into him, to feel the warm, inviting way Shen Qingqiu’s body would embrace him. He’s listening with rapt attention, the intensity of him so immense as to feel oppressive. It was only ever his voice Luo Binghe heeded, only ever his hands that could guide the demon lord away or towards a destination. Eagerly he leans into that touch, his lithe fingers cradling his cheek as if he were something delicate and not the devastating fire that threatened to swallow both of them. “ this disciple will be good for you, always you, shizun.” he mutters against his mouth, each utterance punctuated with another crashing of lips, of his tongue gingerly coaxing Shen Qingqiu to part his so he might deepen it. All of this was an act of unprecedented restraint, he wanted his shizun divested of his infuriatingly intricate robes, bereft of every ounce of propriety he futilely clung to. When they pull away, the exigent need of oxygen withering in his lungs, his hands have sought a place to rest at his hips, holding his gaze with such a fervent expression that it was utterly debauched. “ tell this disciple how you want him and he will become anything, do anything for you.” his voice is a low rasp, dangerous, tracing idle patterns into his clothing and finding no reason for it to remain. he could rip it from him, leave him bare upon the throne of his thighs but something about this torturously paced unravelling has him captivated, he wants to hear the things Shen Qingqiu wants from him uttered aloud, he’s been so good, he deserves it after all.

Shen   Qingqiu   knows   it's   only   a   matter   of   time   before   the   game   ends.   this   back-and-forth   between   them   is   bound   to   reach   it's   apex   sooner   or   later.   he's   already   placed   himself   in   a   rather   precarious   situation    –    it   was   by   choice,   but   not   the   wisest   he's   ever   made.   then   again…   if   wisdom   were   his   greatest   trait,   things   likely   would've   never   turned   out   the   way   that   they   did   for   himself   and   for   Luo   Binghe.   at   times   when   he's   alone,   he's   mulled   over   the   many   different   paths   he   could've   taken   back   then.   the   countless   alternatives   to   this   or   that,   the   choices;   anything   that   could've   potentially   changed   what   was   now   the   present   day.   he   would   be   a   fool   and   a   liar   if   he   didn't   admit   he   missed   what   was   once   his   most   beloved   disciple,   and   he   would   be   a   fool   and   a   liar   if   he   didn't   incessantly   blame   himself   for   how   he   turned   out.   to   know   that    –    despite   his   best   efforts    –    he   still   failed   Binghe   in   every   way   possible…   he   probably   would   never   forgive   himself.   never   again.   in   his   eyes:   forfeitting   his   life   back   then   hadn't   been   enough.   he   should've   died   a   thousand   times   over;   died   as   many   times   as   the   countless   days   Luo   Binghe   had   suffered   in   the   abyss.   death   was   not   enough   to   erase   the   weight   of   the   memories   Luo   Binghe   carried.

Shen   Qingqiu   still   remembers   the   moment   he   saw   the   purity   in   his   disciple's   eyes   shatter.

the   tip   of   the   blade   had   been   an   accident    –    but   punctured   his   skin,   nevertheless.   he   saw   it   then;   the   spiderweb   thin   cracks   forming   in   the   glass   of   Luo   Binghe's   love   for   him.   it   didn't   completely   break   until   Shen   Qingqiu   dared   to   push   him   away.   he   watched   in   silently   agony   as   Luo   Binghe   descended   into   the   hungry   flames   below;   a   thousand   times   he   considered   jumping   in   after   him,   sacrificing   his   own   life   for   a   better   future.   but   the   whole   reason   he   acted   as   he   did   then   was   because   he   so   desperately   wanted   to   live.   his   entire   existence   was   forcibly   transplanted   to   this   place    –    he   didn't   have   a   choice,   and   knowing   the   end   result   of   the   novel…   he   did   only   what   he   felt   could   help   him   survive.   that   included   betraying   Luo   Binghe   in   the   worst   way   possible,   even   when   he   didn't   want   to.   all   of   this   had   culminated   into   what   they   were   now   in   the   present   day    –    a   student   veering   on   the   edge   of   absolute   insanity,   and   a   master   doing   his   damnedest   to   ensure   that   didn't   happen.

he   is   wrenched   from   the   ethereal   plane   of   his   subconscious   by   the   shift   of   Luo   Binghe's   limbs,   and   he   realizes   that   his   student   is   in   fact,   dutifully   following   his   orders   and   stripping.   not   completely,   but   out   of   sheer   embarrassment,   Shen   Qingqiu   keeps   his   eyes   on   the   scroll   in   order   to   avoid   peeking   accidentally.   not   that   his   efforts   aren't   for   all   in   vain;   a   rush   of   flesh   against   flesh   draws   a   succinct   shivver   down   his   spine,   arousing   gooseflesh   to   the   surface.   the   sound   pulled   from   his   lips   like   a   harp   is   unintentional;   something   akin   to   a   groan   mingled   with   a   huff.    “   Binghe.   ”    he   warns,   but   sounds   not   at   all   the   authorative   figure   he   likes   to   trick   himself   into   believing   he   is.    “   when   did   this   master   say   you   could   touch   him   like   this?   ”    as   if   any   of   what   he's   saying   holds   any   precedent   over   the   demon   lord. 

and   just   who   is   Shen   Qingqiu   trying   to   fool   anyway?   not   himself   certainly,   and   most   definitely   not   Luo   Binghe   either.   already   his   mind   has   become   distracted    –    the   scroll   is   only   half-held   in   one   hand   as   he   twists   around,   craning   his   neck   to   look   up   at   his   thinly   clothed   disciple.    “   i   don't   recall   teaching   you   these   manners.   ”    he   only   vaguely   admonishes   him;   adding   any   real   emotion   behind   the   veil   of   those   words   is   the   equivalent   of   writing   his   own   eulogy.   he   waits   for   a   couple   of   minutes   to   pass   before   he's   brought   his   palm   level   with   one   of   Luo   Binghe's   cheeks   while   lifting   his   face   to   meet   with   his.   what   little   space   remains   between   their   lips   is   diminished   after   Shen   Qingqiu   says;    “   still,   this   master   is   pleased   with   your   work.   you've   done   well   this   time   again.   ”    and   then   he   kisses   him    –    drowns   in   the   scent,   the   feeling,   and   taste   of   him,   clinging   to   him   as   if   his   life   depended   on   it.   now,   caught   between   the   climax   of   his   feelings,   and   the   desire   beginning   to   pool   in   his   gut--

for   all   his   bravado    –    rejection   had   always   been   purely   for   show.

[mcybree]

i should rewatch the SL episode where jimmy hunts down Scott and get normal about it

[satoruxx]

OH MY FUCKING GOD THE NEW JJK EPISODE GOODBYE

GOJO SATORU THE MAN YOU ARE !!!

WHEN HE WHEN HE WHEN HE PULLED THE BLINDFOLD OFF OH GOOD LORD—

I MOANED SO LOUD

NEXT WEEK IS GONNA HAVE ME FERAL

also YUJI AND CHOSO ????? ABSOLUTE SLAY. THEY CARRIED THIS EPISODE AND THATS ALL ILL SAY

i’m so excited fr idk what to do w myself rn

[lovelyspooks]

maybe reader worshipping jakes body? can be the first avatar or second one. I was just thinking about his abs and ARGGRAGGHH

this is what i think about. all. the. time. with this jake specifically i cannot

like kissing down his neck and muttering praises into his skin. jake’s hands are pulling you into him, eyes sliding shut as he takes in your kisses and he’s practically purring under you.

you glide lower and down to his abdomen, taking your time to kiss and suck over his skin. you feel him shiver under you as your hands rub along his sides, “so pretty.” you say in between pecks.

jake reaches a hand down to cradle your jaw and his eyes glimmer as he peers into yours. his heart beats wildly in his chest. your lips puffy and your cheeks flushed a magenta hue, he wanted nothing more than to bring you up and kiss you. take you here until you’re crying out his name.

but he refrains. allowing you to worship him at your leisure as he just watches you with his eyes clouded with lust.

the tips of your fingers trace along the outlines of the stripes on his sides, your lips pressing kisses to the scars that were littered along the expanse of his skin. jake runs a thumb over the plush of your lips, slowly sinking his thumb between them and his ears flutter when you suck around the digit.

placing a kiss on the pad of his thumb before you suck a bruise into his skin. teasingly running your hands down the thick of his thighs, your teeth nips at the flesh of his hip and he bucks up into you. you giggle, your lips ghosting over the bite.

you skip lower, trailing your lips up his thigh from the junction of his knee and you hum as his fingers tangle in your hair. just narrowly skipping over where he needed you the most, you take your time kissing up his other thigh.

he twitches as your fingers steadily traces the underside of his cock. you swipe your tongue over the precome that pooled at his slit and you fixate on his response. ears fluttered back, his eyebrows knitted together and his lip caught in between his teeth was enough to make you rub your thighs together in need.

you pump his cock slowly— focusing at the head as you lick a long, teasing stripe up the underside. he hisses once you take him into the warmth of your mouth, bobbing up and down his cock and using your hand to rub what couldn’t fit. his fingers tuck a stray braid behind your ear and he purrs when you nuzzle against his palm.

your hands never still around his length when you place a kiss to the tip of his cock, smiling as you see a deep flush etching its way up jake’s chest, “my pretty boy.”

[bunheee]

that’s my emo boyfie!!!!!!!!!

[cherrynflowergarden]

જ⁀➴ we listen and we don't judge || matt sturniolo

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it started with an innocent suggestion. “babe, let’s try this tiktok trend,” she said, holding up her phone as she settled onto the couch.

matt raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “what trend?”

“you know, the ‘we listen and we don’t judge’ one. people tell their unhinged stories, and we just… don’t judge.”

he smirked, leaning back with his arm lazily draped around her shoulders. “you’re gonna judge them. you’re the queen of side-eye.” “i will not,” she said indignantly, though the hint of a smile gave her away. “come on, it’ll be fun!” “fine.” he adjusted his hoodie and nodded. “but if this gets outta pocket, don’t look at me like it’s my fault.”

she clicked record, grinning at the camera. “okay, so we’re doing the ‘we listen, we don’t judge’ challenge. i have a bunch of these to say. ready?”

“born ready,” he replied, though the confused glint in his eyes suggested otherwise.

she took a deep breath and said aloud “‘i used to fake passing out during pe class so i didn’t have to run laps. one time, they called an ambulance, and i had to pretend to wake up ‘confused’ just to keep the lie going.’”

he blinked at her, then let out a sharp laugh. “nah, that’s crazy. you’re telling me they had the whole ambulance rolling up, lights flashing, for fake fainting?!”

“babeeeeee! we’re not judging!” she scolded, though she was giggling too.

“i’m not judging—i’m… i’m admiring. yeah. that’s commitment. but also, imagine having to keep that up for the rest of the semester.” he mimicked a dazed expression. “‘oh no, i can’t run laps. what if i pass out again?’”

she shoved his shoulder playfully. “stop. your turn”

“okay so one time in high school this girl won’t stop asking me out, so to avoid her i pretended to be nick.” she blinked, shocked at this revealed fact. “…woah?” matt laughed at her stated and gestured her to continue.

“fine so you remember your favourite hoodie that ‘got lost’? yeah well it’s lying in my cupboard right now and i use it whenever i miss you.” she said innocently. matt gasped loudly, “you thief! but it’s kinda sweet actually.”

“moving forward, i became obsessed with your skincare products after you did my skincare once.” he confessed. she let out a huge dramatic gasp hearing this. “so this is the reason i keep running out of the products!”

“hey no judgement.”

“urg so i keep on raiding your secret chocolate sash and blame it on chris every time you ask me” before he could even react and loud “what” was heard behind the camera from the youngest brother. the video cut to next scene where matt sided eyed his girlfriend before he said the last confession of the challenge.

“i download your voicemails and listen to them when i—”

before he could finish the sentence, a flying pillow was thrown his way cutting off the inappropriate thing he was about to say.

“mattew there are children on the app” she gasped. “you said no judging” matt said, faking confusion.

“that was before you broke the rules of decency.” was the last thing the camera could capture.

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user1

HELLOOO THE LAST PART????????

→ user2 RIGHT LIKE MATT EXPLAINNN🌝

user5

mama y papa

user6

user7 could be us but you playing me😔

→ user7 i'm just playing video games?

→ user6 still playing me😔

→ user7 i'm so confused babe?

yourusername

user6 n user7 are my otp😇

chrissturniolo

dada

→ yourusername ...woah?

→ chrissturniolo 😹

user13

faking fainting is insane

→ user12 so is faking identity

user4

they're so 😕😕😕😕💔💔💔💔

user8

do you need a dog i can bark WOOF WOOF

→ user9 dude?

→ user8 grETA GET OUT

mattsturniolo

🫶🫶

user3

i hate happy couples 🤗🤗🤗

an; it's 5 am rn and i had the sudden motivation to write just now :D

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[soapcloth]

Christmas Eve -> Brother’s cbf!Gaz x reader

CW: 18+ MDNI, pushy Gaz, lightly implied stalking, pregnancy idealization (?) from Gaz at the very end

Oneshot - 1.6k words - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

Inspired by multiple fantastic Gaz works on my feed rn -> syoddeye 🎄| pricetagged🔔| ceilidho 🪐

Your brother brings an old friend with him home for the holidays, said friend knows exactly what he wants for Christmas.

How could it be Christmas Eve already? Wasn’t it literally Halloween a week ago- as if your point didn’t stand thus far, it had literally only begun to snow overnight, blanketing the neighborhood of your childhood family home by the time you woke up.

“You coming down, love? Company’s arriving!” your mom called, followed by the muffled bellow of your older brother and feet stomping off the snow. You glanced at your still-packed duffle bag on the floor beside the bed, the one you had all but collapsed into the moment you got to it and bit at your lip, deciding that catching up with your brother you hadn’t seen since the previous holiday season was a bit higher on the priority list.

Digging into your tote of gifts soon to be placed under the tree, you slid out the store-bought baked goods you had grabbed on the way into town and padded down the stairs.

“Christ! There you are!” your brother exclaimed, pulling you into an embrace halfway between a hug and a chokehold. You laughed and swatted at him. “Off, enough!”

The sound of a throat clearing made you stand up straight, amused warm eyes meeting your own. “Hey.”

You tilted your head, eyes slightly widened with a curious expression. “You brought a friend?”

The man’s eyebrows twitched downwards as he cleared his throat again, almost inaudibly- this time to hold something back. Your brother barked out a loud laugh, clapping his friend on the shoulder and sighing. “All you, good luck.” You laughed in response, one of your defaults when you weren’t quite in the loop as your brother kicked off his boots and grabbed the desert from your hands, trudging into the kitchen with his bags, snow still yet to melt from his jacket.

“Kyle.” he said, voice rich but holding a tone of unease as he brought a lithe leg up to slip a blundstone off.

“Nice to m-”

“Don't,” he urged. “Garrick.” he clarified.

“Gazza?” you gasped. You hadn’t seen him since you were both teenagers; you, the annoying little sibling and him, one of your brother's numerous cool, older friends he would play soccer- football you scolded yourself internally- with.”How long’s it been?” you asked.

“Entirely too long.” he responded with knowing eyes, just barely too fast- like a gun discharging unexpectedly. He grabbed for his other boot as his eyes flicked up and down the length of your body nonchalantly. If you listened close enough, you might have heard his breath catching. “Missed you, duckie.”

You flushed at the old nickname. “Do not.” you laughed, grimacing.

“You used to be so keen on following us around, that change?” he grinned, stunning wolfish smile on full display. You shot him a look. “Shame, right shame.” he surmised. “Our little duckie flew the pond and now you’re too good for nicknames? For me?” you balked at him, mouth parting to respond.

“-Are you going to let Kyle in the house? It’s freezing over near the door.” your mother scolded you. Kyle’s eyes focused on your own as he cocked his head, lips drawn into a smirk. “Well?” he inquired, assessing your flushed cheeks. You nodded, feet carrying you into the kitchen where everyone was crowding, busy with dinner prep. “Anything I can help with?” kyle asked, incredibly all too close if the hot breath down your neck was anything to go by. Your mother waved him away before setting her sights on you. “Can you show Kyle the guest room, lovie?” there was a hand over your hip from abaft- warm and steady, which you swatted away, a quiet, displeased hum coming from behind you in turn. “Sure.” you replied.

Reaching for one of Kyle’s bags near the door, he snatched it up, tutting. “Nah, don't think so, duckie.” he huffed out in a laugh, slinging it over his shoulder. “Lead the way.” he grinned, composure regained as he lightly tapped at your ass, an innocuous smile directed your way when your head whipped around in his direction. His eyebrows raised, had you imagined it? Was it one of his bags? You coughed. “Room- you want upstairs or down?” he thought for a moment. “Up.” he nodded. “You first.”

“How gentlemanly.” you remarked, hoping to inject a playful atmosphere back in on your end. a few steps up and the hair on the back of your neck was raising in that way it did when there were eyes on you. You didn’t want to look back, certain if you did, you’d find him staring square at your bum. Sure enough, he was- only a little disappointed you didn't catch him.

You rounded the corner past your own door, still slightly ajar and opened the guest bedroom door. “Well, this is it.” you sighed, patting your thighs as you looked around the neat and vacant room.

When no response came, you turned to find the hall empty, and even worse- your door open wider than it was seconds ago. “kyle? “ you called. “Yeah, duck?” he responded, a far enough echo to tell you he was in fact, inside your bedroom. “What are you-” you found him sitting on your bed, hands out behind him, looking around. “Hasn’t changed at all, huh?” he wondered aloud before his heavy lidded eyes fell in line with your own. Your phone dinged- a grateful distraction. Patting your pockets, your gaze lifted to find Kyle idly swiping at your phone, the one you had left on your bed. “You really need to use a passcode.” he mumbled. “Who’s ‘beloved’?” his nose scrunched up in distaste.

“A friend, give that back.” you prompted, crossing the room to snatch it away. Of course, Kyle was faster, reflexes beyond anything you could possibly produce. You shot another look up at him where he now stood, phone over your head.

“Nah, not good enough, love.” he retorted, tone lower than you had heard from him before. “Who’s ‘beloved’?”

“My friend Molly, not that it matters.” you frowned.

“Oh, it matters.” he mused, tossing your phone onto your bed with newfound disinterest, instead, directing his attention onto you. “It matters?” you challenged. He huffed and nodded “To me.” he mumbled , tongue darting across his lips. “been goin’ fucking mad about you for years.” you swallowed a lump in your throat as his jaw twitched. “You’ve been keeping me going, duck. The reason I keep shoving on.”

“D-does my brother know?” you asked after a beat, voice unsteady. It was a stupid question, what did it matter if your brother was blessing this hypothetical situation? Still, you needed to fill the space while you processed this bombshell.

“Bloody bastard wouldn’t talk to me for months when he found out.” he breathed. “Gave me a healthy black eye for it too.” you winced. “I'd do it a thousand times over. And for the record- wouldn't matter if he didn’t know. You’re my little duckie, nothing and nobody is gonna change that.”

“What about my say?” you asked. He had the nerve to laugh, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “What about it?” he hummed so low it sounded like a purr. ”I’m not something you get rid of, love.”

Cocky asshole.

“You’re impossible.” you countered with an exasperated sigh.

“Nothing’s impossible for me, duckie.” he responded. It was like he had these responses wound up and spring loaded. “You know-” he spoke. “I’m not some good for nothing kid anymore, I can take care of you. Fuck” he hissed out a breath, readjusting. “That's all i've ever wanted for us. Let me take care of you.”

The way his broad shoulders squared up, you could tell you were wading into choppy waters. High tide. Mid winter. You breathed deep. “And if I want to take it slow?” you asked.

“I can wait forever. As long as you need." It was almost shocking seeing a man so easily pegged as suave sound so resolute and eager. Desperate. His jaw clenched, eyes drawing upwards pitifully. “Now by ‘slow’-”

You raised an eyebrow, causing him to raise his hands in defence. “You’re fit. Not my fault. Just wanna know if i can kiss my little duck.”

“-Just kiss?.” you challenged, not believing it with the eyes he was sending your way. “More.” he admitted. You paused, rolling it over in your mind before nodding, cheeks suddenly hot.

He practically leapt at you, turning you onto the bed and caging you in “fuck.” he mumbled, eyes dilating, taking in the sights he had only seen in his head thus far. “You’re going to do me in.” you would have surely responded with something charming had there not been a tongue fighting to get into the back of your throat. He was practically biting at your mouth in his fervor, somehow allocating enough concentration away from your mouth to grind you deep into the bed. “Fuck.” he keened between kisses. “I've been-” there's a tongue licking at your gums. “Watching you, y’know.” He laughed, the sound muffled “I bet you didn’t know, did you?” he was huffing against you, breath entering your mouth and making you dizzy. “Keeping you safe.” he was just prattling on, whatever nonsense that was passing his mind. You were getting so dizzy you couldn't even comprehend the weight and implications of this statement. You didn't live in your little town anymore. Braving a marathon of flights and cabs to get home for the winter. ”-So gorgeous, fuck.”

“You talk too much.” you hummed into his mouth. You could feel him smirk against your skin. “Cheeky thing-” he hissed, pressing wet kisses to your jaw.

You were pulled from your little bubble when your mother was calling your names for dinner.

To your lack of surprise, the meal was spent with a hand under the table massaging at your thigh and with an arm glued around your shoulders for the subsequent post-dinner walk in a way that made you wonder if he thought you would disappear if left to wander too far- something he’s been resolute on for years, whether you were aware or not.

You wished you didn’t see the look on his face when your mother was talking to your brother about his pregnant wife, when she would get in tomorrow, how excited she was to have little tots running around again. His eyes practically lit up.

So much for slow.

[propertyofwicked]

BEST FRIEND - LN

part 2 to faking an interest!

f1 grid x platonic!reader, lando x reader SMAU

icl the dates and replies on the tweets are wrong but i cba to change them

masterlist the playlist

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[ilys00ga]

𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗲?

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 897

➞ synopsis: just shy bf yoongi proposing to his gf :)

➞ genre: established relationship, shy bf yoongi, marriage proposal, fluffy fluff.

➞ A/N: I honestly can't believe I managed to finally write something just in a few hours lmao. BUTs this is actually inspired by a tiktok/reel i watched a while ago. i lost it now but it was about a guy proposing to his gf and the gf was so freaking cute she kept screaming and jumping around, he ended uo jumping along with her and screaming too lmao it was so cute i hope they r happy rn! enjoy babes <3

- ignore typos and mistakes :)

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Yoongi’s hands were trembling on his lap. The longer he waited, the more sweaty his warm palms got.

He would’ve enjoyed the atmosphere he was wrapped up in at that very moment, really. If it weren't for his irritated nervous system completely isolating him from the world outside of his mind, his being.

Outdoors, under the sparkling night sky, Yoongi laid on the grass with his lover by his side, stargazing. A blazed fire pit closely by their feet, paired with the splendid view of the mountains and the lake surrounding them, that was the kind of atmosphere he'd been preparing for his girlfriend for the past two months.

The rythmic, pulsating sound of night crickets chirping somewhere in the distance added a nice shade of color to their painting.

Perhaps, renting that vacation house for a few days was the one of the best decisions he'd made for his lover, but his plan was hanging off his entire body like some heavy metal armor, and it almost felt as though the small ring box hiding in his pocket was close to exploding at any moment.

Turning his head to the side, the sight of his girl smiling so brightly as she gazed up to the sky soared his heart up. Yoongi loved people watching. It’s almost in his nature, being a quiet, introverted person in his very core. He loved admiring people the most when they were busy with the things they loved the most, the things they found mesmerizing and beautiful the most. He loved watching people being people.

He loved it more when people were his person, his girl. And when she told him a few weeks ago about her love for stars, the idea popped in his head, and he couldn't help but make a secret promise in his heart. A promise that he'd make her spend one of her best nights under the shining bright sky, with him by her side.

So, when her eyes met his staring ones questioningly, he realized he'd bsent-mindedly uttered her name out loud.

That's when he took a deep breath in, felt the chill night air filling his chest up, and knew it was the right moment.

He dipped his hand into his pocket, feeling the hard box with his sweaty fingers. “I've been planning this for a really long time.”

Her questioning gaze turned confused when he sat up, attentively curious, but she let him speak. It only made him blush, though. And he tried to brush it off by looking down at the fist only he knew what's hidden inside of it.

Between his shyness and her amused chuckle, he pressed on his brain to function properly and carry his mission out.

“I had everything figured out. From renting this place, to setting this fire up. Yet, as I sit down here under the stars, with you right in front of me…this is all I can manage to do.”

With trembling, long fingers, Yoongi carefully and slowly opened the small box, presented it to the girl.

He watched her eyes leaving his to land on his hands, on the ring sitting prettily right in the middle of the box. In a matter of seconds, she stood up and gasped. The way her resting face snapped into a shocked one and her hand flew to cover her ajar mouth almost had him barking a short laugh out, but Yoongi smiled nervously nonetheless.

“Oh my god…!” She started screaming, jumping around in her place with so much excitement and glee. Yoongi couldn't decide whether to be grateful that her reaction helped quietening a lot of his nerves down, or burst out in laughter. Either way, his cheeks ached as he grinned so widely, too relieved and happy to even pop the question to his lady.

“Damn, you really were waiting for it!”

He waited patiently, letting her have her moment. His heart never slowed down, however. It beat so fast that he could swear he was getting slightly dizzy.

It didn't take too long for her to—momentarily—calm down, allowing the man who's been staring every so lovingly at her to finish what he started.

“Hold on, im supposed to be on one knee.” he said, but she stopped him right away.

“Youre doing just fine. Go for it, I don't care.” She took his free hand in hers and beamed at him. Yoongi was long since gone, by that point.

“I don't know what to say anymore. I'm usually a very careful guy.” He gulped timidly, “I'm too wary to take huge steps like this one. But somehow, whenever I'm with you, I always know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm just… too sure to be reluctant about it.

“So, __, will you marry me?–” before he could even finish the last syllable of his little speech, she yelled out a series of ‘yes, yes, yes, yes!’ and jumped right into his arms.

Yoongi thought that all puffs of air left his lungs and that he stopped breathing as soon as the first ‘yes’ eagerly escaped her lips.

His arms wrapped up around her so tight, his eyes closed shut as he buried his face in her shoulder, and the stars shone bright above their heads. A silent key witness of yet another new stage of their love.

[antinousletmehit]

oooh can i have an odysseus one shot? with a reader who kinda really fawns over him (i’m obsessed with him rn)

୨୧┇Paring: Odysseus x reader

୨୧┇note: finding the banners for this actually humbled me

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You had been scrubbing the deck for what felt like hours, trying desperately to keep your mind occupied. It was hard to focus when Odysseus, the clever and infuriatingly handsome captain, was right there leaning against the mast, carefully barking out orders to the crew. The sun glinted off of his bronze skin and his dark chestnut curls. Every time he moved his commanding presence drew your attention, even though you were trying very hard not to stare.

Unfortunately for you, Odysseus was no fool.

“Are you planning to scrub a hole through the deck or are you just hiding from me?” His sudden teasing voice startled you, making you nearly drop the bucket of water you’d been holding. You turned to find him standing just behind you, arms crossed with that trademark smirk on his face. Your heart immediately started racing, and you fumbled for words.

“C-Captain! I—uh—wasn’t hiding,” you stammered, avoiding his gaze as you busied yourself with the bucket.

“Oh?” he said, stepping closer. “Because it sure looks like you’re trying to keep your distance from me.”

“I’m not!” you protested, your voice a little too loud. You winced at how obvious you sounded. Odysseus chuckled, crouching down to your level. “Relax, I’m not angry. But you do seem to get… nervous around me.” You felt your cheeks burning. “I-I don’t… I mean, I just…” He leaned in slightly, his grin growing. “You’re awfully ruby for someone who claims they’re not nervous.” You groaned softly, covering your face with your hands. “Why do you always do this to me?”

“Do what?” he asked innocently, though the amusement in his voice was clear.

“Mess with me,” you muttered, peeking at him through your fingers. He laughed, sitting back on his heels. “Because you’re fun to mess with. You’re so earnest, so easy to fluster. It’s… endearing.” You blinked, lowering your hands. “Endearing?”

Odysseus nodded, his tone softer now. “Yes. And it doesn’t hurt that you’re always watching me when you think I’m not looking.” Your jaw dropped. “I-I don’t—!”

“Don’t deny it,” he interrupted, his smirk returning. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. Like I’m some kind of hero out of a poet’s tale.” You buried your face in your hands again, wishing the ocean would swallow you whole it did a few songs later. “I wasn’t—”

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I’m flattered, really. And… I wouldn’t say I mind the attention.” You peeked at him again, your heart hammering in your chest. “You wouldn’t?”

“Not at all,” he replied, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch was light, but it sent a shiver down your spine. “In fact, I think it’s… charming.” You stared at him, your mind racing. Was he teasing you again, or was he being serious? It was impossible to tell with him. Before you could say anything, he stood up, offering you his hand. “Come on, take a break. The deck’s clean enough.”

You hesitated, staring at his outstretched hand. “I-I don’t need a break.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” he said, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. Reluctantly, you took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. His grip was warm and steady, and you couldn’t help but notice how close he was. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased, still holding your hand.

You looked away, trying to hide your blush. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you still can’t keep your eyes off me,” he replied, his tone light but his gaze intense. You opened your mouth to protest, but no words came out. He chuckled, giving your hand a small squeeze before letting go. “Don’t work too hard,” he said, turning to walk away. “And don’t worry I’ll try not to make teasing you a daily habit.”

You watched him go, your heart still racing. Somehow, you doubted he’d keep that promise.

[altarfates]

Shen Qingqiu is an eternal mourner, a revenant of a past Luo Binghe had meticulously effaced. It was only in that absence of resentment, buried in the dark, hollow apertures of what was left behind, that he came to realize what he had irrevocably lost. It’s cruel how Bing-mei is allowed that refuge, immured upon Qing Jing peak, mocked and vilified until all that remained was rancour, he was not permitted that lenience, his master’s benevolent hand had only ever reached for him with violent intent. He seethed with it, an implacable adversary who only knew one recourse, take without remorse, plagiarizing their kinder, more hospitable narrative by purloining a shizun that was not his to possess. Luo Bing-ge had never been known to indulge clemency so why would he begin showing it to one who elicited such ire from him. “ Hm, that’s why I brought you here ?” for all the nonchalance that Shen Qingqiu brandishes, his countenance immaculately compelled to indifference, Luo Bing-ge is convinced he must feel their absence far keener than this disciple does. As he had sought to inflict devastation upon all who had reviled him there was none left to sully his name, none left to deserve his unbridled fury, no one who would rush to Shen Qingqiu’s aid remained breathing in this slither of time. so he can remain forbearing, even if it is wholly incongruous to his imperious demeanour and penchant for cruelty. If he yearned only to steep his hands in the other’s blood once more, to admire the cruor extracted as it sagged from his fingertips, he would have done so already. because the torment is not efficient and sanguinary, choosing to isolate him from others, preserving that icy exterior by his side, it’s quite evident that Luo Bing-ge had other intentions regarding his once departed shizun.  “ You know as I do that if I wanted you dead you would be so.” dark, crimson eyes bore into him, languidly divesting him of that resolute impassiveness. there was far more delectable things to be witnessed beneath it, an unease that was churning just below the surface, something he could almost taste and craved above all else. “ Is it so wrong for a disciple to want to serve their shizun ?” it is a crude mockery of their dynamic, heinously twisting what was genuinely affection and kindness into something quietly foreboding.  “ Are you not lonely?”it is an innocuous question but when it comes to Bing-ge that innocence is not to be trusted, settling to observe the elegant side-profile afforded to him as the other stares intently out of the window. Against that cascading silver light he was rendered ethereal, the stark absence of fondness for this disciple only served to heighten that allure, Luo Bing-ge knew this visage well, he had loathed it for a lifetime after all.  He lapses into a momentary silence as the other seeks to divert their conversation, guiding it with a steady yet ambivalent hand, certainty being an resource he was severely lacking whilst confined against his will. 

“ This disciple felt it necessary to keep his shizun company, yet you choose to concern yourself with my wives.” there’s a trace of abhorrence in his tone, a bitterness that whets their edges to sharpness. With the intellectual acuity he had cultivated alone he could discern the other’s intentions, Shen Qingqiu did not think him a fool surely, so this ploy is addressed with a disdainful stare, entirely unnerving. “ Would you rather they be the ones to serve you in my place ?” it was another test, his fickle heart and capricious mind sought to not only drive anguish down to the bone but tear apart that mind of his so he might learn why things had changed so drastically. what did Luo Bingmei have that he did not. “ Eat, I won’t ask again.” his commandment held within it a thinly veiled threat, the clawed ends of his fingers would not hesitate to pry his stubborn jaw open and spill the food down his desperately constricting throat if he still thought resisting was his best option.

                 as  Shen  Qingqiu  stares  restlessly  up  at  the  moon  hung  high  in  the  sky,  he  can't  help  but  find  himself  wondering   –   what  was  Luo  Bing-mei  thinking  right  now?   what  was  he  feeling?  did  he  even  know  Shen  Qingqiu  was  gone  yet?  did  the  others  know  he  was  taken?  would  they  miss  him?  would  they  search  endlessly  for  days  on  end,  until  their  frustration  had  them  beating  their  fists  into  the  ground  at  the  absence  of  him?  in  his  head  sails  a  tiny  boat  awash  a  sea  of  thoughts,  frantically  fighting  to  stay  afloat  as  the  storm  thrashes  the  water  about.  it's  close  to  capsizing  as  he  feels  an  ache  surge  violently  in  his  chest   –   absentmindedly,  he'd  just  called  out  Liu  Qingge's  name  when  it  call  became  too  much  to  bear,  as  if  the  man  could  just  appear  on  his  sword  and  whisk  him  away  just  like  that.  but  he  couldn't   –   he  was  long  dead  in  this  place,  and  in  that  frigid  and  unforgiving  realization,  Shen  Qingqiu  only  became  all  the  more  grateful  for  the  blessings  he  had  in  his  original  world.  that  those  with  whom  his  soul  had  been  inextricably  bound  could  be  relied  upon  with  a  single  call   –   that  all  of  them  still  lived. 

                  Liu  Qingge,  Yue  Qingyuan,  even  his  own  wretched  disciple  Ming  Fan…  they  had  not  fallen  to  terrible  fates  in  his  world  like  they  had  in  this  one.  here,  Shen  Qingqiu  was  utterly  alone,  and  his  throat  tightened  as  his  heart  ached.  before  he'd  come  to  fully  comprehend  it,  a  single  tear  had  rolled  down  his  cheek  as  he  outstretched  his  hand  toward  the  pale,  cold  light  of  the  moon.  that  unfeeling,  unconcerned  god  lighting  up  the  night  sky   –   you  could  call  out  to  it  again  and  again,  and  never  once  would  it  grace  you  with  a  response.  his  outstretched  hand  gradually  turned  into  a  clenched  fist  that  he  brought  back  down  onto  the  windowsill,  just  in  time  for  Luo  Bing-ge  to  come  haunt  the  little  space  Shen  Qingqiu  had  for  himself  in  this  place.  almost  immediately  does  his  shoulders  stiffen  and  his  back  straighten   –   he  schools  his  expression  to  remain  aloof  and  indifferent.  he  doesn't  want  this  Luo  Binghe  to  have  the  satisfaction  of  knowing  how  anguish  had  buried  itself  in  the  catacombs  of  his  ribs.  despite  this,  bits  of  evidence  still  haunted  his  brumal  features:  red  rimmed  eyes  and  a  streak  of  something  wet  still  drying  upon  his  cheek.  he  adamantly  refuses  to  even  look  at  this  version  of  his  disciple  ‘lest  his  heart  kneel  in  repenance  for  crimes  he  didn’t  directly  commit.

                  “  it's  unlike  you  not  to  play  with  your  toys  first,  before  killing  them,  so  i  know  you  won't  poison  me.  this  master  simply  isn't  hungry.  ”   his  reply  is  both  curt  and  nonchalant.  it  matches  the  same  aloof  nature  of  his  expression:  it  bears  no  emotion  and  carries  no  weakness.  Shen  Qingqiu  is  lying  of  course   –   he  hasn't  eaten  in  over  a  day,  but  like  hell  he's  going  to  let  this  awful  brat  know  any  of  that.  who's  to  say  what  Luo  Bing-ge  would  do  with  that  information?  it's  best  to  keep  as  much  to  himself  as  possible;  the  less  Luo  Bing-ge  knows,  the  less  ammunition  he  has  to  pull  the  trigger  in  the  end  on  whatever  he  might  want  to  do  to  Shen  Qingqiu.  without  even  sparing  a  glance  at  either  the  man  in  question  or  the  food  steaming  on  the  table,  Shen  Qingqiu  flicks  his  sleeve  and  motions  with  his  hand.   “  take  it  away  and  give  it  to  someone  else.  don't  waste  it.  ”   he  knows  damn  well  he  holds  no  authority  here  and  is  in  no  position  to  be  bossing  Luo  Bing-ge  around,  yet  he  can't  prevent  himself  from  falling  into  the  error  of  his  old  ways.  quickly  realising  his  mistake,  he  drops  his  hand  at  his  side  and  turns  to  look  back  out  the  window,  silently  terrified  of  the  kind  of  face  Luo  Bing-ge  might  make.   “  just…  never  mind.  leave  it  there,  i'll  eat  in  a  while.  ”   Shen  Qingqiu  doubts  it's  enough  to  get  him  to  back  off,  but  he's  trying  to  minimize  their  interactions  as  much  as  possible.

                   given  the  nature  of  his  circumstances,  Shen  Qingqiu's  prospects  for  the  future  here  are  this:  A)  he  leaves  this  place  and  returns  to  Bing-mei's  side  in  a  casket  after  Bing-ge's  had  enough  of  toying  with  him.  or  B)  he's  forcibly  kept  here  as  replacement  for  the  Shen  Qingqiu  Bing-ge's  already  killed  and  toyed  with  for  an  eternity,  never  to  see  those  he  cares  for  again.  neither  prospect  is  in  his  favour,  but  if  you  asked  him  to  pick  one,  Shen  Qingqiu  would  honestly  prefer  just  dying  instead  of  suffering  for  grievances  not  made  by  his  own  hand.  he  can't  help  but  recall  the  pickle  pot  so  intimately  described  in  Proud  Immortal  Demon  Way,  and  the  urge  to  vomit  blood  rises  quickly  in  his  throat.  like  hell  he'll  become  a  new  human  stick   –   just  kill  him  at  that  rate!   “  if  you  spend  too  much  time  with  this  master,  won't  your  wives  get  jealous?  ”   a  feeble  attempt  at  diverting  attention  from  whatever  schemes  Bing-ge  could  be  devising  right  now.  Shen  Qingqiu  just  wants  this  abominable  bastard  to  get  away  from  him  as  soon  as  possible.

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I know your requests are closed so feel free to ignore this but if I don’t type it somewhere I WILL forget it lol. I’ve been re-binge reading your works and just thought of this…

Civilian reader kills someone out of self defense for the first time. And it’s the whole staring at her bloody shaking hands panic attack what have I done fiasco. And her boyfriend or husband helping her through it and dealing with it all (I can see it with Ghost or Price idk)

But yeah feel free to ignore, I know your requests are closed rn

Love your work! You are so talented!

This has been in my inbox for so long, lmao. Sorry for not answering right away - take a few paragraphs w. soft, worried, Simon in compensation.

Warnings for gore, death, blood, panic attack, etc. F!Reader.

Your body shakes violently, blood dripping down like crimson tears from your hands. The overwhelming sense of dread sits with bullet fragment aggression in the delicate make-up of your psyche.

You weren't meant for this.

Not the blood or the terror. Certainly not the body laying out in the hallway.

"Oh, fuck," you gasp out, shuddering as your throat swells in on itself. Your form had slipped down the wall just across from the door not minutes prior, legs weak and heart pounding like a war call. Now all you can do is stare into the vacant eyes of some random burglar—at the knife you'd stuck in his chest when he'd backed you into Simon's office.

It was a miracle that you remembered where your husband's combat blade had been, seen on some off chance when you'd been cleaning. He tries to keep this all separate, you know.

The blood just keeps slipping out of the corpse. It's a pool now, and you don't know how long you'd been huddled like this until the sounds of rampaging feet and hurried yells of your name bounce off your eardrums.

All you can see is the uncleanable amount of red.

Simon had only gone out to the corner store half an hour ago, getting a quick supper so you both could sit in each other's company. You'd been hesitant to watch him leave so soon after getting home, but he'd sworn he'd only be a few minutes.

None of you had thought too much about the local break-ins. After all, Simon was...well, Simon. And he was home.

S-Simon was home.

There's a loud, barked, curse when the body is discovered, stomping feet that make the entire house shake like it was the epicenter of an earthquake. Your husband's form slashes the front of your vision as he kneels in the blood on the floor. Frantic brown eyes behind his balaclava snap from place to place; taking in the familiar handle and blade in nanoseconds. In his left hand he clutches a pistol, white-knuckled.

But you can't even say anything, because you're as still as stone—breathing in concrete as the gravel shreds your vocal cords and trachea. Reality slips in quick streaks of color as Simon's face flashes into the open doorway.

He sees your wide eyes with a mirroring of his own, bone-deep fear striking in his head with a heated pulse.

"Love!" Simon's rushing to you. Your body can't help but startle back, spine shoving into the wall; fingers still saturated and stained.

Inside your chest, your lungs jerk in a strained whimper.

Your husband freezes, one foot ahead with his widened legs as he fights his mind to rush to you and take you into his arms. Simon puts the gun away with little thought to look for more assailants—all that matters is you.

And you looked terrified.

"Hey," hands reach up to this balaclava, slipping the fabric off as he kneels down slowly to one leg. He tosses it to the floor and you try to focus on the strength of his jaw; those scars and pale hairs as your eyes well with tears. A delicate sob builds. "Hey, now. It's just me, alright?"

Simon speaks softly, hands splayed out and a few feet from you. He wishes to hold you tightly but refrains even as his chest tightens at not being able to calm you. The man can't stand that look on your face.

Your fingers curl into shivering fists, "Simon," you cry, finally able to get a solid word out even if it sounds slurred and ragged.

It's all the permission your husband needs.

Simon jerks forward and takes you up into his large arms; the wide encompassing of his palm on the back of your head and the other circling your waist. He angles you away from the body as he glares into it with hatred and vile curses, hissing venom.

When he found the door busted off its hinges, he'd never felt so panicked. Even now as you release a small wail into his neck Simon's heart races, breath coming in short puffs.

"You're alright, Sweetheart. You're alright. I'm right 'ere." You sag into him, grabbing at his leather jacket with nails digging into the brown material. Simon nuzzles his nose into your scalp, muscles tense, "Breathe, it's over."

All you can focus on is Simon's scent, his words. They're the only thing keeping you from oblivion. Eventually, as your husband rocks you back and forth, you can gasp enough air down to push away the black at the sides of your vision.

"That's right," he whispers, gritting his teeth. "Good girl, keep focusin' on me, yeah? You're doin' perfect." Simon doesn't care about the blood or the screams of sirens in the distance.

For the first time in his life, he doesn't care if someone else happens to see his face.

Your husband pulls his head back and shifts his hold to your cheeks, angling your runny and chilled face upwards. He grits his teeth and his eyes bleed with concern; fear.

"...He do anything?" You can only make out half the words as the sounds all huddle together in a ringing tone, but you shake your head in small flinches. Lips find your forehead—heated and firm. Muttered words. "Did so good, Love, I'm so proud of you. S'not your fuckin' fault, you hear?"

Sniffling, you only whimper once more before lips kiss away your tears; thumbs coming up after to swipe at the remnants. Curling over you, this beast—defined so often as ruthless and deadly—shields you from the image of the man you'd killed in self-defense like a demon of smoke and ash. Holding you as if he can make everything else disappear.

After all, you weren't meant for this. You were meant for your soft skin and your loving eyes. Everything else that Simon tied himself to you for—goodness.

"Simon," you gasp again and shove your face into his chest. For the life of you, you can't say anything else. He knows what you mean.

"I'm here," he repeats. Caressing the back of your head, his hand tenses and softens with leaving adreanaline. "Nothin'll happen to you again. It's all gonna be alright."

You believe him.

[loganlermanstanaccount]

RM! Miguel O'Hara headcanons (SFW)

(Wattpad) Series Masterlist, Main Masterlist

College roommate!Miguel O'Hara x reader

summary: In light of the most recent chapter of my college au fic, Rigor mortis; here are some headcanons I have for this version of Miguel <3 .

warnings: none, just fluff :)

a/n: trying to get out of bad writer's block with some drabbles. looking through my asks and making my way through them rn!

wc: 0.5k

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He's meant to wear reading glasses but literally never does. You see him squinting at shit all over the apartment, and it only really clicks when you catch him early in the morning (because I know he wakes up at disgusting hours in the day to be productive) and he's got a pair on.

He gives amazing gifts. I feel like he's really detail oriented so he'll take forever to choose meaningful gifts. Not even necessarily expensive; just something that shows he pays attention to conversations: like that item of clothing you loved but can’t afford, something super specific for your hobbies, a whole bunch of books you like because you just mentioned a specific author or genre you love.

Conversely, he's the kind of person that's really difficult to buy gifts for. Everything that he could possibly want, he'll just buy for himself; his interests are too niche for you to buy him tools and things; and he'd give you absolutely bs answers when you ask him straight up. You'd be like, hey, I know your birthday’s soon, what do you want; and he'll say oh, I just want you to be happy, or I have everything I need right here, baby. And you'll be like ok cool, is that yes or a no on the ipad? 

Coffee addict. Has all the expensive machines and fancy filters. He lives pretty modestly, but it is the one thing he'll really invest in. 

Similarly, will collect old tech and gadgets just to fiddle around with. He has a box of junk underneath his bed that lowkey he’s been building up since he was a kid. I feel like he was such a curious kid and all his tías and tíos would pinch his cheeks and pat his head and give him all their old junk because he shows an interest.

Sleeps like a dad on the couch. Especially after a long day. He stretches out on the sofa like a cat with his hand on bare belly and it is simultaneously super fucking funny and kind of hot??? Like you can see his happy trail and that peek of tan skin and you just knoww that v line is sharp asf.

He talks to himself. Especially after a frustrating day, and it's pretty funny to watch. He becomes so animated and will have a whole ass conversation with himself whilst chopping veg, or something. He'd wave the knife around, playing both sides of a situation. It helps him to decompress and logically reason with difficult problems. It's something he will 10000% deny if you bring it up. 

He's funny. Not necessarily laugh out loud, quippy one liners; but he has a super dry sense of humor. He's fond of a deadpan, and will often play it straight whilst saying something ridiculous. I feel like no-one usually gets when he's being sarcastic, but for some reason you do, and it makes his eyes go wide the first time. Like you catch something he says under his breath and laugh; and he's stuttering because people don't usually have the same kind of humor as him. 

long story short, he's a big ol' softie. more bark than bite :)

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I wanna kidnap you when you’re walking home all alone. Tie you up with rope and throw you in the back of my car.

You’ll wake up many many hours later, tied to my bed and feeling all weird and sore in between your legs. Slowly you’ll understand, when I walk back in with my cock fully erect for you, that the warmth between your legs is the first of many, many loads I’m gonna force into your sweet little cunnie.

I’ll slap your face with my thick cock and tell you ‘feeding time’ as I force my cock into your mouth. I’ll hold your hair and you’ll cry around my cock as it violates your throat. I moan as I feel your tongue and throat is so warm and wet for me and I tell you that I’m sorry that I had to abduct you but you just looked so sexy. So slutty. Your little body was too tempting not to pick up and abduct.

I’ll keep forcing my cock into your throat and your tears will mix with your mascara, making you an absolute mess. I’ll slap your face with my hand while you suck my dick and then I’ll pull out of your mouth and rub that spit and drool all over your face. I’ll make sure you look like a fucking mess and I’ll lean in and say ‘that’s what a good dirty fucktoy looks like…’

I take off your clothes as you struggle, uselessly, against me & keep trying to push me off. So I slap you really hard on the side of your head and tell you to stop resisting or I’ll get really angry this time.

There’s a bark to my voice that makes your little cunt start to leak and I notice it, mocking you for being such a filthy slut who loves pain. I slap you hard again and tell you that I’m sorry but you’ll never know freedom again, you’re now my cocksocket forever. Once I strip you down completely, I push your legs back and slap my cock on your cunt, it’s gushing wet from all the abuse but you whimper ‘no, please don’t… please stop I beg of you please…’ but I don’t listen. I slap my cock on your entrance once more and thrust into you and your dumb mouth betrays you, as you moan loud when I slam into you all the way.

I choke you until you can barely breathe as I keep ramming into your dumb cunt, whispering about how you had to be such a tease, had to get me all worked up and want to put you in your place and abuse and use you.

So that’s exactly what I’m doing now, I’m using your holes and abusing you and you’re moaning for it. Look at you, enjoying being helpless. I could untie your restraints and you wouldn’t even dare to resist or run would you? Because you have always wanted this. You’ve always wanted to be kidnapped and taken by an older man. Here I am, you little slut. The man of your dirty wet dreams, forcefully fucking you. Feeling your cunt clench and unclench on my thick cock I know you’re gonna cum soon.

So cum, cum all over this thick cock. Lose your mind and your fake sense of entitlement. You are now nothing but a toy. Someone to take load after hot load of cum and live with me forever. You’ll never know freedom again, you’ll never want to hang with your family or friends again. I’ll let you go from here and you might attend school and graduate, but every day, you will come back to me. To cum for me. To cum on my cock like my good little cocksocket. Like a dumb little cock starved fuckpet. That’s because you know where you belong. You belong in service to a man who knows how to use and abuse you.

You’re just a set of holes to be filled, and nothing else. Another good girl broken by my cock. Another good girl, lost to her fantasies of an older man. Another good girl, used and ripped apart. Another good girl, cumming on her abuser’s thick cock as he pushes his load deep into your cunt, flooding you with his swimmers.

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Tried edging to this but I almost came a few time, the fantasy of being kidnapped and used as someone's personal cocksleeve is so hot like I'm trying to form words rn but my mind is blank and my pussy is so wettt

That's 4

[delcakoo]

Imagine riki trying to sleep and you guys are cuddling and you js keep chomping on his neck or face ( like a gentle bite ) and he js has enough and freaking showers you with kisses for a good 10 mins

on a cruise rn so this might suck but ur my second req for niki w a biting s/o so i wanted to offer smtn :,) changed it up a bit but hope u still enjoy bae !! <3

10:07PM — riki ignores the sensation of your plush lips pressing right above his collarbone, allowing you to do as you please before flinching in shock as you bite down absentmindedly. pale fingers tighten against his gaming mouse while his eyes wander down to the top of your head, huffing as you continue working up to the mole-covered skin near his adam’s apple.

he knew you were feeling needy and bored whenever this habit in specific kicked in, and while the biting annoyed him at first — constantly calling you a ‘vampire’ along with other nicknames, he’s grown to accept it and even indulge in the fact that you feel comfortable enough to do this to him and him only.

either way, it could be a bit distracting at time’s like this.

in acknowledgement of your blatant demand for him, he takes the time to crane his neck down and peck your scalp gently, the strings of his black hoodie aimlessly dangling by your face. "this game's almost over, then i'm all yours, jagi. promise.”

despite the nod you offer in reply, riki sighs at the feeling of your lips continuing their journey up his neck, now peppering kisses and nibbling by his jaw. your arms that were once gripping onto the sides of his gaming chair in boredom rise up to wrap around the boy's neck, effectively trapping him in with your affection.

riki finds himself getting hopelessly distracted and endeared by you.

“y/n...” he whines, and at the sound of gunshots being heard along with the clear echo of his game's defeat music, you giggle.

"what?" faking innocence, you finally pull away from riki's neck to send him a teasing smirk.

before you can process anything, long fingers wrap around your waist and pull you over to the grey bed in the middle of the room swiftly, all while riki stares down at you with a lighthearted frown.

"you know exactly what, that was my promotion match too, baby," he complains. as you both get comfortable on the bed, riki flips your body around to spoon you, his chest pressing against your back while the warmth of his embrace engulfs you moments later.

"sorry, you're too tempting," you reply dramatically, eliciting a pleased chuckle from your boyfriend's pretty lips.

though you seemingly ruined a rather important game for him, riki didn't seem any less willing to shower you in the attention you craved through an abundance of kisses — the trail his mouth creates beginning from the skin peeking out of your (his) favourite t-shirt, and all the way up to the soft apple of your cheeks.

when he reaches your ear, he bites down before blowing right into it in his playful, riki way. you yelp of course, jumping away only to be tugged right back in by his annoyingly strong arms. “yah,” you bark, “that tickles!”

he lets out a loud laugh that has a smile tugging onto your own lips. “ay, you deserve it after all that biting,” he refutes through giggles. “now stop moving, jagi. i’m not done with you yet.”

before you can come up with a retort, riki’s lips are already on yours while he does his best to hug you impossibly tighter.

again sorry if this isn’t to ur standards i’m on vacation LMAO 💀 reblogs/comments r appreciated as always, and i’ll try to get an actual fic out instead of these short drabbles once i’m home <\3