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[4unnyr0se]

Hi love your writing!! I havent touched HQ in 3 years but Im starting to love old characters I use to fall in love with like Asahi, Oikawa, Bokuto etc,,, so as my first req, could you pls write fem! Reader x Bokuto fluff in HS?

Like Bokuto trying to court the reader. How would that go? And how did he finally ask us out?

Feel free to ignore this if you dont like the idea! Ty for ur time 🤍❤️🤍

❥ young love at fukurodani | kotaro bokuto

warnings: none that i can think of. this is pure fluff

MDNI | No 18+ content, I just don't want minors interacting with my blog

word count -> 1.6k

okay so aaaa this didn't rlly follow the ask bc all he does is ask reader to tutor him and then cute stuff happens but i can make a hc of it probably tonight or tomorrow?? also i wrote this when i was having tummy issues so im very sorry if its horrible. i love u!

got a request? my asks are open!

Bokuto wasn’t one to get embarrassed that easily. Sure, he did embarrassing things but didn’t know they were embarrassing. They were part of his boyish charm, which people loved about him…right? Of course, they did. He was Kotaro Bokuto. He was Fukurodani’s ace, and the people loved him for it. So why, if he was so confident, did he get awkward and embarrassed around you, his pretty classmate?

Saying you were gorgeous was an understatement. He couldn’t find the right words to describe you to his friends, mainly Akaashi. “She’s just like, y’know? And I’m like, oh damn! She’s cute as fuck!” Boktuo would make various gestures with his hands as he and Akaashi sat on the steps leading to the gym, sipping cola from the vending machine. “What do I do, Akaashi? She’s so pretty, and I’m pretty too! The only problem is that everyone else in our year thinks so, too…do I even have a shot?”

Akaashi would offer him a pitiful smile, rubbing his back in assurance. “Well, isn’t she one of the smartest in our year?”

“Yeah, smart and pretty. She’s so fucking perfect, I wish you could see her.” he pouted.

“Well, the answer is simple,” Akaashi said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. Ask her for help with homework; god knows you need it.”

“Hey! I got a 41 on my chemistry test!” Bokuto yelled at Akaashi as the setter entered the gym. But he did have a point, like always. Bokuto decided then and there that he would ask you to tutor him tomorrow, no matter how anxious he was. Anxiety was for suckers anyway.

“Hey, wait up!” Bokuto ran after you as you exited your classroom, papers flying out of his messy bookbag that was riddled with stains from only God knows what. “I gotta ask you a question!”

You stopped walking and turned your heel, raising an eyebrow as the Fukurodani captain barreled towards you. “Hey, what’s up, Bokuto? How’s volleyball going? Are we headed to nationals?” you asked, placing a hand on your hip. God, even the way you held yourself was perfect. Were you an actual goddess, or was Bokuto just lovestruck?

Bokuto finally caught up to you, leaning against the hallway walls in an attempt to appear suave and put-together. His messy uniform didn’t help his cause, but he forgot to look neat today. And every day after that. “Uh, I was wondering if you understood what we were assigned in English yesterday? I don’t understand any of it to save my skin, hah,” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes. “Did you get what our teacher was saying?”

“Yeah, it was really simple. Just basic grammar and syntax structures. Was it complicated for you?” you tilted your head to the side.

“I don’t really get it. Wanna tutor me at my house today? I can get you snacks!” he offered you a crooked smile, leaning forward so his golden eyes peered into yours. “C’mon, please? The coach will kick my ass if I don’t get my grades up, and I have a game next week! Pretty please?” he folded his hands in prayer, his bottom lip in a childish pout.

You smiled and nodded, grabbing him off the wall. Bokuto blushed at the sudden contact, noticing how neat you kept your fingernails compared to his own. Yours were neatly polished to perfection while he bit his nails almost constantly, and being a wing spiker didn’t come with having good-looking nails. 

“Where’s your house? Is it walking distance?” you let go of his hand, much to Bokuto’s dismay. 

“Yeah, it’s about five minutes from here. Wanna stop at a convenience store on the way? I’m really hungry.” he rubbed his stomach as you two walked out the nearest exit, your messenger bag dangling over your shoulder. 

“Only if you’re paying,” you joked, rubbing his shoulder. Bokuto could have sworn his heart stopped right then and there. Were you actually flirting with him, or were you just really touchy? Either way, it was a win in his book. 

“Sure, I don’t mind. Anything for a pretty girl like yo-” Bokuto stopped his sentence, smacking his hand over his mouth. “I-I mean, why wouldn’t I mind? I’m a captain, after all. It’s my job to provide for my teammates!”

“But I’m not on any sports teams. I’m not your teammate.” you deadpanned, 

“You know what I mean!” Bokuto whined, wiping his forehead of the sweat that was slowly starting to gather. “Damn, it’s a hot one today. Why won’t they let the guys wear shorts? Do they want us to die of heat stroke or something?”

“I honestly have no idea,” you sighed, walking under the shade of the convenience store roof. “Wait a minute,” you instructed, placing your messenger bag on the hot pavement. You shrugged off your school blazer and wrapped it around your waist tightly in an attempt to cool you off. You also rolled up the sleeves of your white blouse, loosening your collar. “Sorry, I’m just really warm. At least we get to wear skirts, right?” you offered him a lopsided smile.

Bokuto’s heart pounded in his chest. “Uh, yeah, you girls are so lucky. Wearing skirts must feel awesome.”

“It’s awesome until you catch someone trying to look it up,” you mumbled in annoyance, hoisting your bag over your shoulders. 

“What the actual fuck? Who was it? I’ll murder them! I'll text Konoha too; he’ll definitely want in on it,” Bokuto clenched his fists together, walking into the store with you. “I’m sorry that happened to you, honestly.

You shrugged your shoulder and rummaged through the ice cream pin, choosing a passionfruit-flavored ice bar. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I barely know you, anyways.”

“That doesn’t mean that I can’t protect you from jerks like that guy,” Bokuto angrily shoved his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot on the tile. He fished about 400 yen out of his pocket and handed it to the cashier, ushering you out of the shop as quickly as possible. 

“What was that for?” you asked, unwrapping the popsicle. 

“I didn’t like how he looked at you, that’s all.” Bokuto huffed. He made grabby motions for your bookbag, which you handed to him with a confused look on your features. “Let me carry that, please. You’re too pretty to carry heavy stuff around like that all day.”

You paused your walk and stared at Bokuto, blushing softly. “You think I’m pretty?” 

Bokuto slowly nodded and gave you a crooked smile, blushing in turn. “Yeah, I really do. I was afraid to tell you before, but now I’m all fired up. I wanna protect you from creeps, y’know?”

You popped the ice treat out of your mouth and stepped forward, smiling softly. “We barely know each other, and you want to keep me safe? We haven’t even hung out once.”

“We’re heading to my house right now, aren’t we?” Bokuto shrugged, his blush not fading. 

You chuckled and took another step forward, the tips of your noses brushing against each other. “Yeah, I guess we are,” you whispered, your lips dangerously close to his own. “You know, I always thought you were kind of cute. In the athletic kind of way, I suppose.”

Bokuto dropped the bags he held onto the hot concrete beneath you, praying they wouldn’t roll down the hill you were standing on. You two were in a remote location, and the tension was thick. “You think I’m cute?” he tilted his head to the side, his eyelids dropping halfway. 

“Mhm,” you purred, your popsicle dripping from the intense heat. “Super cute.”

“Fuck,” Bokuto’s hands hovered above your waist, unsure of what you wanted him to do. “Uh, is it okay if I kiss you? Please, cutie?” he quietly pleaded, your lips basically touching at this point. 

You smiled and nodded, holding your melting popsicle behind your back. “Mhm, it’s okay.”

Bokuto smiled as his lips interlocked with yours for a minute, savoring the sweet passionfruit flavor that coated them. His hands squeezed your waist childishly, never wanting this moment between the two of you to end. This kiss was exactly how he dreamed it would be, soft and perfect. Just like you.

You pulled away after a bit and giggled, your popsicle having since fallen onto the heated pavement. Your sticky hands cupped his face, the pads of your thumbs running over his defined cheekbones. “You’re a good kisser,” you pecked his forehead bravely. “Like, a really good kisser.”

“Same to you, cutie,” his hands left your waist, choosing to instead secure your wrists. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that. So. Fucking. Long.”

 A chuckle escaped your lips as your hands fell to your waist again, intertwining your fingers with Bokuto’s. You had never notified it before, but he was much bigger than you. It made you feel safe and secure. Protected. “We should probably get to your house to study, shouldn’t we?” 

“Aw, I was having so much fun kissing you on the sidewalk!” Bokuto pretended to whine, kicking a loose pebble that was in his way. He easily picked up the bags with his spare hand and tossed them over his broad shoulder. 

“Tell you what,” you squeezed his hand. “For every question you get right, I’ll give you a kiss. Does that sound like a fair deal?”

“Hell yeah, it does!” Bokuto kissed you on the cheek in excitement. He practically skipped to his house with you in tow, excited for what the rest of the day would have in store.

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

your boyfriend scourge comes over while you’re baking to bug you.

content. scourge x gn!reader, reader is baking 🍰 (not implied to be a full-on baker, moreso a one time thing), teasing, smoking, slight fluff, suggestive behavior and language around the end

☂︎ wc. 1.1k ☂︎ a/n. hi hi hi!!! we have scourge for our last one :) i actually rlly like how this one turned out… im working on ur guys requests dont worry <3 

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“Hey, sweet stuff.” A voice draws out from behind you, interrupting your baking at hand as your boyfriend emerges from his nap this late. “Smells damn good in here. What’cha makin’?” It’s already 00:48, and he wants to come over here like it’s the crack of dawn. Ugh.

Scourge tilts his head at your displeased expression. “What?” He says, enjoying your physical reaction of annoyance as you turn your heel, focusing on the dessert at hand. “I ain’t even do nothin’ yet.” Emphasis on ‘yet’.

Scourge makes his way into the kitchen with you, leaning against the kitchen counter as he eyes your latest creation; some beignets, soon to be dusted in powdered sugar and slathered with delicious honey. “Why’re ya’ bakin’ so late?” He murmurs, obviously finding interest in your random antics at this hour, but you shrug your shoulders and empty the freshly cooked beignets away from the oil onto a plate set with a paper towel. 

Well, you were hungry. And shit, when you’re hungry, you’re gonna eat. Obviously.

He scoffs lightly, and you hear a small shuffling behind you, making you turn your head towards him.

“Y’ always doin’ somethin’ weird when yer up late." Scourge mutters, flicking his lighter repeatedly until it finally hits, and he holds a cigarette close to his mouth, lighting the end and taking a small puff in. Did he already forget about you telling him not to smoke inside so often? You pout, putting a hand on your hip as you glare at him, giving him the sort of look that screams ‘put it out’.

But he doesn’t, looking at you with a cheeky grin, and even blowing the smoke in your direction afterwards. “I ain’t forget.” Ah, great. Now you have to add mind reading to his list of tricks he can use against you. “Y’ aren’t gonna be too mad, right?”

A terrible but also good thing about Scourge is that he knows your limits. He knows to what point you’ll handle his antics, but on the opposite side of that, he knows when to tone it down. It leads to some mildly annoying situations, but nothing big enough to bitch over.

You roll your eyes, lightly dusting some powdered sugar over your fresh beignets, then quickly drizzling some honey on top. God, they look so good. The first bite is gonna-

“Lemme get one.” Scourge bumps into you, pushing you aside slightly to take a beignet off its plate. Of course he doesn’t ask for permission.

Well, you were gonna let him have one anyway, but still. Some manners would be nice, but manners are pretty much nonexistent with him.

He’s quiet for a few seconds, licking his lips briefly before going in for another bite. That’s a good sign coming from him. After being with Scourge for this long, you can almost read him like an open book.

“‘S good.” Oh. Guess he got you there. 

You tilt your head over at him, not expecting the small, genuine compliment. Usually, he’d say something slick out the side of his mouth; maybe a little joke or something. Maybe he’s feeling sweet tonight?

Scourge taps his cigarette lightly onto the kitchen counter near the sink, ash falling onto the marble as he licks some honey off his fingertips with the tip of his tongue, making another scowl form on your face. “Oops.” He says, his eyes widening slightly as he taps the rest of the ash into the sink. “My bad, babe.” Dirting your counters and everything. He notices your scowl and smirks at you, dragging his finger up his tongue, and then licking some extra honey off his lips. “What? Ya took away the ashtray.” True. It’s still lying away from Scourge’s gaze even now, hidden in your room in an attempt to get him to smoke inside less. Shame it didn’t work. Stupid idiot…

“So the chef’s not gonna take a bite of their own shit? C’mon.” He chuckles, holding up a beignet to your mouth. It’s hard to fight the smile on your face, and you take a bite of it eagerly, savoring especially the rich honey you drizzled all over the dessert, coupled with the sugar and soft beignet. Yum.

“Got something there.” Scourge grazes his thumb against your bottom lip, wiping unknown honey you had accidentally smeared there while savoring the pastry. He then meets your eyes, licking the honey off his thumb with a smug grin. “Good, yeah?”

… Idiot. He really knows how to get you going.

Suddenly, the smoke from the cigarette flows in your direction, and you wince from the smell. Eugh. You’ve never been one to smoke often at all, maybe once or twice (if the mood's right with Scourge), but other than that you’ve never been fond of it. Scourge reads your expression and his cheeky grin falters.

“Hmm?” He draws out lazily. “Somethin’ wrong?” As soon as he asks, he eyes the cigarette set in his left hand, still emitting smoke. “Oh.”

He takes another draw from it, but to your shock, he wordlessly flicks the cigarette into the sink, a short sizzling sound emitting from it as a bit of water puts it out. “All ya had to do was ask, babe.” Scourge mutters. “You know I wouldn’t keep the shit around if it really bugged ya. M’ not that much of a dickhead.” He tilts his head down, blowing the smoke down to the floor as he looks up to meet your gaze again.

… He really has changed. You struggle to push back the small smile on your face at the thought of it.

“Hmm? Whatcha’ smiling for?” For him. For the way he is today. Even if putting out his cigarette is such a small gesture; it’s progress. It’s there.

Scourge pauses at your heartfelt words, shock lining his features before he tries to shake it off, tugging you over slightly by your shirt. “C’mere, babe.” He says gently, pressing a kiss on your lips as he cups your cheek, his tongue grazing your bottom lip and tasting the mix of sweet sugar and honey in your mouth. The mixed taste of slight ash and honey fills yours, but you really don't care right now. It’s such an easy thing to ignore when he’s such a good kisser.

After what feels like forever, you two break away from each other, panting as your breath mingles with one another's. 

Fuck. He’s so sweet… Even when he tries to hide his embarrassment with a kiss.

“Lemme show ya’ a good time, honey. Bet cha’ taste just as sweet as it too…”

(i’ve always wanted to try beignets. they look so yummy… with the powdered sugar and everything 🤤)

[fishii-writes]

the crown of your head - chapter two - him.

masterlist

cw: kaiser (again smh /j), proofread (at 3am so dont attack me!), finally some isagi crumbs 🤯, kaiser slanders/humbles isagi, lmk if i missed anything

a/n: erm. not rlly liking this series so far! sorry chat... anyw erm if the first few chapters i have planned dont really idk, hit off ig, i might not continue this as a series. best bet might be to make it a long fic but idk man. enjoy !

word count: 426

Michael smiles in return, introducing himself and stating his reason for arrival. Before he can introduce you, a woman, who looks pretty young, but certainly not young enough to be your age, catches sight of him. With a smile on her face, she hurries down the large white staircase.

“Michael! You made it! And with your darling sister,” she looks and sounds so happy, it's a nice change, compared to how your parents behave at the mere mention of you.

She wraps your brother into a quick hug then shakes Ness’ hand. She turns to you, politely smiling as she puts out her hand for you to shake it. You hesitantly shoot a quick glance to Ness, who nods, then to your brother, who nods a little more harshly. You shake the lady’s hand, reciprocating the smile.

“Welcome, welcome, dears! Yoichi, darling, come down!” she lets go of your hand once you share the friendly gesture and turns around, calling out to someone. And boy were you wrong for thinking this was some mere “someone”.

She calls out again, inviting the three of you in as a butler leads you to the lobby. Honestly, can it even be called a lobby, by the way it's so extravagant? Not just its vibrant exterior, the whole palace follows the theme of sapphire blue. It's gorgeous, to say the very least.

“Ah, mom! We have guests?” a boy who looks around your age, assumingly Yoichi, asks, standing beside his mother. She nods. She whispers something to him before she exits the room. The boy walks closer, smiling.

“Welcome-” your brother cuts him off. So they’ve met before, and don’t seem to be on good terms. Just great.

“Oh please, don't act like you didn’t know we were coming here. Didn’t you encourage it?” Michael rolls his eyes, a scowl finding its way back onto his face. The boy’s smile fades, but doesn’t say anything.

“As I was saying, welcome to the Panasonic kingdom. I’m Yoichi,” he smiles. And that's where your mind goes blank for a moment. The way his eyes are upturned kind of animatedly, and his lashes are brushing against the skin above his eyes. God, who let the “devil” be so handsome-

You’re snapped out of your daze when you hear your brother groan. “I still can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Michael scoffs, turning to Ness and dragging him out the lobby.

Well, that’s embarrassing. Rude, one might even say. But Yoichi doesn't really look that surprised, more confused, almost as if it happens… often?

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[fxckn-sxck-fr]

omg hi if ur inbox is open can u give us a short blurb/your thoughts on or some kind of headcanon list for yan tim drake (romantic) bc ur interpretation of him is so yum🤤 i like how you rlly focus on more darker aspects of his character which i dont see a lot of ppl doing unfortunately bc the way he’s a complete FREAK LMFAO🫣🫣

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒…

!!! GN reader, mentally ill Tim, psychotic Tim, just Tim, he’s a problem, manic/depressive episodes, violent tendencies, suicidal tendencies, stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behaviors, gross ways to show affection, slight insinuation of pervy Tim, blood, mutilation, harm to reader mentioned, self-harm, severed body parts, drugging, gaslighting.

YAAAAYYYYYYYYY, TIM DRAKE TIME!!!! This is so long overdue. I’ve been meaning to write for him, but… it just hasn’t happened yet. I hope the ideas will start flowing after I get some of this off my chest. I’ve been harboring so many miscellaneous Tim thoughts for a while.

(Y’all. The CW on this just kept getting longer and longer. My bad.)

First thing’s first, Tim is a fucking mess. There’s no way to know for sure which version of him you’re gonna get each day. Maybe he’s going through a manic episode, coming up with batshit crazy schemes and going on about things that don’t make sense. Maybe he’ll then swing into a depressive fit, where he can’t even bring himself to get up from the floor. Maybe he wakes up completely fine after an hour long nap, regretting whatever initial brash decisions he made. Maybe he quickly turns violent at the sound of knocking at his door. Maybe he wants to claw his own arteries out after trying to maintain a normal social interaction.

The possibilities are endless! Which makes him extremely dangerous.

If you’ve caught the eye of Tim Drake… yikes. Good luck. There’s a chance you don’t even know who he is before he inevitably kidnaps you (completely on a whim, no less). Maybe you’re a total stranger he saw on the street once, captivating him and causing him to spiral into a twisted obsession. While I’ll defend Tim against the fandom allegations until my lungs give out, I’ll admit: they’re on to something when it comes to stalker Tim. Bro definitely has pictures of you covering every square inch of his walls. And, yes, it’s to the point where they overlap each other.

Kidnapping can take anywhere between 3 days and 3 years. During that time, he may try to weasel his way into your life in an attempt to win you over... though we all know how well that would go. As I’ve mentioned before, he may be attractive, but he’s such an off-putting person. Just being around him is enough to give you the creeps. And it doesn’t help he’s completely unaware of how weird some behaviors are. Tim... honey… you can’t shamelessly stare at people with a startling grin like that. I know you’re thinking about how much you want to lick your darling-to-be’s neck, but it’s weird.

Whether he attempts to interact with you or not, one thing’s for sure: he’s stealing your shit. Clothes, toothbrushes, half-eaten food, straws, whatever he can get his hands on. Don’t ask what he does with it. You don’t wanna know. Tim is a neeeaaaasty freak, to the point where even he thinks to himself, “what the fuck is wrong with me” after he calms down from a fit.

Oh, speaking of guilt, Tim is filled with that shit. He may swing from various stages of instability, but there are moments where he’s perfectly fine. And those are the moments where he has to grapple with the consequences of his own actions. Those can range from slightly scaring someone to causing irreversible damage. There have been many times where he snapped out of some episode with blood dribbling down hands and chunks of skin under his fingernails. Who did he hurt? Could be someone else, could be himself, could be you. Who knows!!

Let’s actually get into his suicidal tendencies a bit. His arms and legs are covered in scratches and cuts. Now, this could be explained by his vigilante life, but it gets harder to justify when you get to the bite marks at angles that only make sense if they were self-inflicted. Oh, and also the carvings of your name. He does that a lot. It’s like you’re with him everywhere he goes!! And kind of on the same note, he wants you to have him with you as well!! This could come in the form of strips of skin, vials of blood, toes, an eye, an ear, a spleen… just whatever he’s willing to cut off or out of himself in the moment.

His suicidal tendencies are also connected to those moments of guilt I mentioned before. After calming down and realizing what he’s done, he may harm himself as some sort of penance; especially if he’s done something to you. Depending on how far he spirals from his guilt, he may actually enact “an eye for an eye” (perhaps in the most literal sense) to help make up for what he’s done. Who knows, maybe he’ll replace missing pieces of you with his own. Will it work? No idea. Maybe a skin graph or two, but let’s hope you don’t have to find things out in the more extreme cases.

I think it’s important to keep in mind that Tim Drake is just generally fucked-up. “Normal” Tim doesn’t mean “completely well-adjusted” Tim, it just means he’s not acting on some manic or brash decision. Normal Tim would be fine with chaining or drugging you if he’s justified it to himself. As long as he’s not causing active physical harm to you, he probably won’t see anything wrong with whatever he’s doing in the long run. It’s for your own good, okay? Don’t worry, he’s gone through the possibilities and failsafes. Nothing bad will happen to you!

Unfortunately, manic Tim does not go through the possibilities and failsafes. Well, he kind of does, but the logic is far from realistic and runs in total circles. Whereas drugging you has a rational (fucked up, but still rational) reason behind it — to keep you immobile — filling your ear canal with cement takes some mental gymnastics. Manic Tim doesn’t want you to listen to anyone else. Solution? You can’t hear through concrete, right? At that point, you’re at the mercy of his mood swing RNG. Let’s hope he calms down enough to take a step back and really think about this. Hmm… filling someone’s ears with cement… probably not healthy. Wow. Silly Tim! He let himself get carried away, didn’t he? Whoops! There are more logical ways to keep you from listening to anyone else.

That’s where manipulation comes in. I mean, come on. Y’all know who his mentor is, right? Stable Tim is wicked good at manipulation. Huh? He’s acting weird? Well, he didn’t want to say anything, but he was actually thinking the same thing about you. Yeah, you’ve been kind of off lately… is there something wrong? You sure? You know he’s there for you, right? Okay, just making sure. A gaslighting king when he’s in the right headspace for it. Too bad his psychotic aura gives him away; he’d probably be really good at keeping up appearances if he just got medicated or something.

So… yeah. Just some Tim thoughts. What a charmer, amiright? I don’t think this one’s salvageable. No amount of therapy could ever fix whatever Tim’s got going on. Just throw the whole damn guy away. Start over. Your only hope of escaping him is the chance of someone on the outside realizing what’s up. Here’s to hoping Tim gets institutionalized before he does something really bad!!

[thatdeadaquarius]

I was playing Genius Invocation yesterday, but out of nowhere this idea came to me like tge whispers of an old god.

How would the characters react to knowing they are the creator's favorite card? (Mine are Beidou and Ningguang, but if you are confortable, I would like to know yours as well)

AHDAALLL I HAVENT PLAYED TGI CARD GAME ENOUGH!! SO FOR NOW I RLLY LOVE THE WAY CYNO AND KAEYA'S ART LOOKS (tho diluc does look shmall in his hehe)

Thank you for your patience!! Sorry this is SO FUCKING late :0 and if it’s bad! i havent rlly liked my writing the past couple pieces, so i stuck with some fun headcanons i thought of while kicking me feet and twirling my hair over this question hehehe

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only)

Planet: General SAGAU/Isekai Stuff :)

Orbit: Headcanons

Stars: Beidou, Ningguang, Kaeya, Cyno

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

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Beidou:

BIGGEST EGO BOOSTS OF HER LIFE LMAO

SHE WOULD LITERALLY SUBTLY FLEX EVERYTIME UR AROUND IM CRYINGGG

Every fucking port knows she’s a favored one, every goddamn pirate knows it atp, hell maybe even some abyss monsters at sea too-

(Kazuha’s happy for her, but also lowkey jealous)

literally got one of her cards framed and hung in her captain’s quarters, and insisted you sign it omfg-

Ningguang isnt surprised tbh, (she knows u like strong women lol)

Ningguang:

…she gives one of the most smug smirks of her entire fucking life.

All of Liyue is gushing for her, not that she isn’t also excited on the inside, she’s just more proud than anything on the outside/for appearances

Literally set up a whole date meeting that felt like it was about to turn into a goddamn wedding proposal

I’m talking giving handcarved furniture, household necessities but they’re in pretty colors that all match (like a gold tea kettle, gold throw blanket, etc.)

Full nine-yards different kinds of teas, cakes, and all accustomed to your taste

so if u dislike super sweet stuff there are more savory items, the teas can be more bitter, or if u love sweets, this woman is giving you a bakery basically every day for nearly 2 weeks, u dont have enough space in the cabinet for all these teas- help-

Kaeya:

so fucking smug on the outside, def brags about it in Angel’s Share and he’ll only just be tipsy he’s so fucking excited to talk abt it

whenever conversations end or get a lull, he just, “So anyway, our All-Powerful Guide, really likes my TCG card, maybe even above yours, Diluc…”

pls stop him he’s annoying Diluc, and slowly other patrons 😭 (there are bar rules posted on the wall, and Diluc adds one, not for the first time, specifically for Kaeya to stop talking about TCG while in the bar LMAO)

Now all Kaeya has to do is just pull out his card (cough he’s constantly got it in his pocket, the one he asked u to sign cough)

Rosaria just looks the other way like if she can’t see it it’s not real, Diluc will literally be in the middle of making a drink for one of them and just leave it halfdone and attend to somebody else, Venti’s eye twitches-

and the entire bar just groans too LMAOOO

(have a meme I made just for you <3 )

Cyno:

oh no.

Look what you’ve done, you’ve seduced the General Mahamatra!!

Take responsibility, play TCG with him every time you see him now lmao, the only reason all of Sumeru knows you like his card (which makes it all that more desirable to ppl who do play, and collectors)

is bc he talked to Tighnari about it for hourssss, and then it made it’s way down the grapevine, and if they didn’t find out that way, the other was just seeing the usually stern and formidable General Mahamatra nearly vibrate out of his headpiece when you come near him every time you visit

Cyno weirdly gains like, 20x the luck when ur either playing against him, or sitting watching him play someone else, he’s struggling to find partners tbh bc “you’re my lucky charm? Of course I’m winning more.”

When you initially told him about him being one of ur fav cards, he literally looked like there was a loading sign over his head… Then proceeded to nearly break your ribs hugging you so hard, and nearly take ur eye out with the ears on his headpiece lol

☆

Sorry if all my writings shit for these past 2 posts! Idk im just thinking its not so good rn and idk how to fix it-

anyway I’ve started playing Breath of the Wild over the past like 2-3 months I think, and it’s amazingggg

I may or may not be both getting gender envy and also a huge crush on Link help-

Safe Travels Wandering Lantern,

💀♒

♡the beloveds♡

An iced coffee? For me??

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

[oreoov]

HIHII POOKIE!! IM INLOVE W YOUR WRITING SO I RLLY WANNA REQ!

Imagine like you were shipping bestfriend!kazuha/xiao (pick whichever!) with someone else, but he likes you and gets abit frustrated when he keeps giving you hints but their so subtle you don't notice em?

FEEL FREE TO PICK HOW YOU WANNA END IT, MWAH!!

☆ ─ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄? 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 .. .ᐟ

bestfriend!xiao x gn!reader / angst (?) & fluff / modern au <3

note ; bye i screamed when i saw this BUT OFFCCCC, i was gonna do kazuha because likes hes just so hdidjdisidi but i haven't done xiao in a while so YEAHHH, BTW ILYY TYSM FOR REQUESTING <33

synopsis ; xiao kept giving you subtle hints that he likes you ... but you never seemed to noticed them, and even started shipping him with someone else ..?

the bell finally rang after what felt like hours on end ... you and xiao were making your way to the cafeteria together, right before some girl bumped into xiao as she was in a hurry.

the sudden crash had caused her to drop all her books, and like what any person would do, xiao helped pick them up and returned it to who it belonged to. he even gave her a subtle smile as she thanked him before leaving.

"oooohh!! was that a smile i saw? hmm?" you teased him as you both resumed your walk to the cafeteria.

xiao gave you a confused look as he didn't understand why it was a big deal to you. "you're the one who told me to smile more ..?"

"okay well─ umm─ thats different!! you dont usually smile at people ... or .. YOU LIKE HER? is that it?!" you were literally onto nothing ...

from a confused look, he turned into a 'wtf?' look ... "what? i smile a lot more with you anyways ..." xiao mumbled the last part as he thought it was quite embarassing to say, he just hoped you would catch on already.

but you completely ignored what he said and started feeding your delusions to him again!

"its okay to admit that you were kinda into her xiao, you guys made eye contact for like 0.2 seconds ... like, dude she literally wants you so bad .."

"???"

"it's okay xiao we know you're new to all this."

"no i dont like her─"

"shhh ... i dont wanna hear it!"

but he likes you, not some random girl he crashed into, and might've thought that you would already notice .. maybe he needs to make it more obvious?

the next day as you were both passing the lockers in the hallway, you couldn't help but notice the girl that crashed into xiao yesterday.

"omg, thats the girl from yesterday!! you should totally talk to her right now, this is literally your chance!" you said as you nudge xiaos elbow.

but he didn't want to. he wasn't interested at her at all, especially when there's someone way better right beside him after all.

"how many times do i have to tell you? im not interested in her whatsoever." xiao groaned as you kept insisting to.

"but why notttt? you guys would look cute together .. plus shes super pretty too ..."

"no, even you look better than that?" xiao looked at you, just for him to turn away again as his gaze meets yours. you're the prettiest one in his eyes and no one else! was it that hard for you to understand?

xiao was laced with frustration as you kept babbling nonsense about xiao and that oh, so, pretty girl and how cute they would be together.

you probably didn't even seem to notice that he basically just called you pretty ...

he was on the verge of confessing to you right then and there. but at the same time, he couldn't. what if you didn't feel the same way? what if you were just purposely ignoring the hints he gave you as a sign of rejection? he would never know.

meanwhile, you noticed that xiao has gone quite. has he grown upset? "heyy .. alright im sorry! i didn't know you'd get that upset ... ill stop now i promise!" you mumbled with a pile full of guilt.

"if i were really to be with her, how would you feel?" xiao unexpectedly blurted out, he was even surprised at his own words. but still, he wanted to know.

"uhh .. wha- what do you mean?" you were bewildered by the sudden question. it was unsual for xiao to ask such things, especially with his cold demeanor.

"if i were to be with her, wouldn't that mean most of my time with you would be taken away?"

the thought of that had never came across your head. it actually doesn't feel right anymore. in simple words, the thought of another girl taking xiao away from you? hell no ...

there was an awkward silence between the two of you before you finally spoke up. "i dont know ..."

xiao sighed as he set his eyes on you. "good, cause i don't know what I'll do if you were with someone else either." xiao mumbled out quitely, barely even audible.

but you heard it. you heard all of it, is he trying to say that he ...

"huh?"

xiao huffed as he still needed to explain it to your slow brain. "archons, how oblivious are you? i like you. was that not clear from the start?"

you didn't know why, but you felt like you had to chuckled a bit at his frustration. "okayy, okay im sorry!! okay but i swear i noticed a bit but i wasn't sure alright??"

"and yet you were so sure that i liked that other girl when i don't even know her name .."

"IM SORRY!!! but i guess i like you too by the way ... hehe .."

even that was enough to leave xiao completely flustered.

extra notes : HELP THE ENDING WAS KINDA SCUFFED IM SO BAD AT WRITING CONFESSION STUFF SORRY LMAOO also this was not meant to be that sad 😭

─ masterlist.

[pumpkinsy0]

Okay I can’t explain why but The Curtis Brother’s I do read as white. (But like with every outsiders character I literally love ANY Ethnicity Hc you throw at them.) That being said I think that The Curtis brother’s have been luckier in certain areas as compared to some of the other greasers,especially given the time.But I don’t think they necessarily realize that growing up, but specifically Darrel.

Ponyboy hangs out with Curly a lot so he isn’t aloof to how Curly is treated by others. He picks up on the small micro aggressions and how he often gets off easier than Curly does, especially at school. Same goes when he’s with Johnny and Dally. It’s something he knows is there but doesn’t quite have the words to explain it. Sodapop I think understands that he has it easier because he gets that he fulfills the all American boy look. He notices this when first starting to work at the DX and how the customers react to him versus how they react to Steve. He knows exactly why they do that too. And Sodapop hates that this is the case but gets he can’t exactly change it. So he makes up for it by trying to distract Steve or making him feel better.

For Darrel..he’s not WILLFULLY ignorant it’s just that he’s had a busy life. Even before he took on his role as guardian, he was always busy with football,school, even Soc Parties. Then after his parents died, he got even more busy.I don’t think he’s quite processed what some of the other greasers go through.

I don’t think it fully clicks when he’s with Two-Bit one day. The two decided to go out shopping at the fancy grocery store, since Darry wanted to go big for Pony’s graduation party. Two-Bit is acting like usual and goofing off, in the process of trying to make Darry laugh.At one point though a nearby lady spies Two and automatically mistakes him for the help. Two-Bit being use to this simply smiles and politely tells her that he’s a customer there. Darry finds that weird at first but then things take a turn when one of the employee starts to follow Two-Bit around the store. Darrel is puzzled by all this and asks Two-Bit about it.Two-Bit shrugs and tells him it’s not a big deal because this thing always happens. It’s not until he says that does it click for Darry. When it does he also starts to get why Two-Bit acts the way he does. Why he often smiles and laughs during a tense situation, or why he doesn’t try to fight back during an argument. Because that’s his way of surviving.For Two-Bit this is just an everyday occurrence in his life, and something that he’s learned to accept long ago. It doesn’t change the fact that Darry is mad on his behalf and most definitely goes back to the same store later to chew out said employee.

((In part based off of me and my own siblings personal experience grocery shopping at one of the more ritzier places. And also because Mexican Irish Two-Bit lives in my head rent free…take with this what you will. Also sorry if it’s long…))

nono i get what u mean!!! and dont apologize for sending long ask i am very nosey and must know what ppl think all the time, i love long asks!!!!

and ur so right, i see the curtis’ as white americans, but boy oh boy am i a sucker for my black curtis bros and anons arab curtis or any curtis bros, like i said, multiverse goin on in my head here!!!

but ik what u mean!!! its not like theyre WILLFULLY ignorant, hell i dont even think theyre fully ignorant period, its just, they dont live it and nobody around them rlly talks about it much (to them at least, mostly bc they feel like they wouldnt get it, which tbh, they wouldnt) and of course its the 60s theyve heard of the racial tensions but theres only so much they can do about it in their own lives???? i hope i explained that well and yknow what i mean😭

and yknow what ALLOW ME TO TALK ABOUT (my :3) SHEPARDS A BIT HERE AS WELL☝🏽☝🏽

bc i hc my shepards to be immigrants from a pretty much fully black place, they never rlly had to deal w the racism that was going on in america, so when they moved here and they started getting attached w all these labels, plus that language barrier, it was hard for them to really understand a lot of the things, so for a couple years, the shepard family wasnt really known and were just barely scrapping by

BUT SKIPPING HOW I THINK THE SHEPARD GANG CAME TO B BC I TALKED ABOUT IT ENOUGH BEFORE

as individual ppl, i dont think ALL the shepards r actually respected, only tim is!!but even then before that he wasnt, he couldnt rlly speak english so he was also just tossed to the side at sone point, maybe even laughed at

angela is fetishized and while she can use that to her advantage, at the end of the day, she as a regular human being isnt taken seriously and respected unless she basically demands it

and w curly, part of the reason WHY hes not taken seriously is bc hes not given the light of day bc hes seen as “not smart”, part of the reason why hes seen as not smart and not given the opportunity to prove himself is bc he is black

NOW when it comes to papercut and this issue, like u said, i do think the curtis, just dont exactly grasp it, but the shepards do, mainly angela and tim, they understand that how they look impacts what they can and cant do, and curly understands it too, but to a lesser degree, he just wants to be and doesnt want to care, but he doesnt realize that he cant rlly AFFORD to do that, bc it could mean life or death for him, couple that w pony not getting it as well, and thats where i think part of the weariness about this couple comes from!!! this is also partially y i demand more tim and angela being protective of curly☝🏽🤓

but at some point, i do believe that pony would try to use the privilege he has to try and help curly from getting into some shit

i could probably explain all this WAY better and more in depth and have more ideas but then id b writing an essay so, i wont bc im LAZY, BUT ANON??? this is SO real

i hope i explained everything well lmao im not rereading this

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

u can never have too many au ideas (aka the cursed-sun/moon au)

(im copy n pasting this from discord bc im lazy sorry y'all fsjhf)

other au idea: Sun is a ruler or lord in a fantasy world or smthn and Moon is the form he's been Cursed into turning into each night. Reader is a low-tier magic-weilder (who has a secret past that involves smthn rlly Bad and they used to have a reasonable amount of respectability in th community but now theyre shunned and cant get a job anywhere and also has a big scar and/or only one eye lol) who's one remaining ability is the ability to lift minor curses or plagues. Sun has been searching for someone who can 'bless' the curse of Moon (or whatever is making Moon be nasty murderous bloodthirsty man) for ages but mages r rare and most of them spend maybe one night trying to cure Moon before either getting got or being scared into getting tf outta there

so eventually word reaches Sun of a mage who's been looking for work, with the only catch being that they arent very powerful and no one has much to say abt them, and Sun, who has burnt every single thread he has trying to find a mage, is like GOOD ENOUGH CALL THEM HERE

and reader is like 'oh shit this is potentially a rlly good job, the only catch is that i have to deal w a demon possessed guy thats like twice my height and three times as strong,,' and like. bc they have Zero Options and also feel like their life has run itself into th ground and there is little left for them/no way to get themselves out of their Issues, they r like 'yeah sure its gonna take a while bc i can only perform minor magic but i'll do whatever i can to see that this curse is delt with'

and instead of trying to face Moon head on, they start with just kinda,, getting to know him. he's kept chained/locked away in a chamber every night to keep ppl safe, but every night reader goes into the chambers, sits at a tea table just out of his reach, and just. talks with him

they dont entertain his trying to mess w them, taunting, cruelty, etc, but they talk when there's the chance for standard conversation. at first it's hell bc Moon is a little shit and he never cooperates. he never answers questions, he spends the entire night threatening to tear them apart and savor their insides, etc. they bring him a cup of tea every night, and every time he smashes the cup and throws the pieces at them

ok well point is eventually Moon starts to mellow out around them, will actually sit and have conversation with them, one day is like 'you think i dont know what youre doing?? youre just trying to bore me into falling for ur trap so u can kill me. i like ur style but its not gonna work >:3'

and reader is like 'i literally do not have enough magic to kill a toad let alone a whole entire possessed person' and moon is like ',, huh. so what IS ur goal here??' and reader is like 'i want to lift ur curse for both u and Sun's sakes. i gave u my word, and i will follow through, at the very least to clear my own conscience of a past sin'

and so eventually Moon, out of curiosity, and later bc he likes spending time with reader, starts letting them cast the healing magic on him, breaking the curse little by little every night

and at the same time all this is happening, reader is spending mornings and evenings with Sun and keeping him up to date on how the process is going and, eventually, becoming the person he turns to when he's stressed or tired or rlly just wants company

and idk smthn smthn eventually both of them rlly want Reader and they dont know how to act so they just b making fools of themselves but reader is a dumbass so theyre just confused

(Moon absolutely tells Reader abt every 'oh man i rlly wanna kiss kiss snuggle smooch the mage rn' thought Sun has during the day but Reader is so used to Moon being a little shit n making shit up to mess with them that they r just like ._. )

the plot twist part,,

(the secret dark past that reader is hiding is that they used to be a local mage for a nearby town who was known and respected for giving 'blessings' to ppl for small fees but one day for Reasons, they cast a curse upon someone and one of the biggest no-no's a mage can do is Curse someone so the town practically rioted, tore them down from their pedestal, called upon another mage to strip reader of their magic, and then cast them out)

(rn im considering the idea that the person reader Cursed is Vanny, who, because of her own curse, eventually went on to be the one who cursed Sun and Moon)

[seongminiz]

hello my luv!! ngl i was laughing my ass off when i found out seongmin had beat taeyoung’s horse cock allegations😭😭 but like picture this.. you’re taeyoung’s best friend who came along that exact video and decided to tease him over it when he came for movie night.

“better shut your mouth before i shove it in to shut it for you”

also would it be alright if i could become 🫙 anon? much love to youu🤍🤍🤍

(not me turning this into a whole ass fic help)(n ofc u can be 🫙 anon !!)

review : ★★☆☆☆ , not that big tbh

minors dni ; ~1.7k words

warnings not proof read its like 3am i'll fix this in the morning , dom taeyoung , bratty reader , rlly lighthearted unserious n kinda fluffy , oral (m rec) , unprotected sex :3 (its not a jo seongminiz fic without it tbh) , creampie , big dick taeyoung :') , bulge kink n a little of size kink ig ? idk taeyoung refers to reader as tiny in one instance , liiittle bit of dumbification , i used the words cock n dick so much in this they dont even feel like real words anymore send help , some of the dialog is kinda cringe sawrry abt that , the whole smut part is cringe tbh im going to set myself on fire how am i a smut writer that doesn't know how to write smut

note no bc the way they were talking abt cock n balls on national television like CAN WE HAVE SOME DECORUM PLS anyways ! THE WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN CURED Y'ALL cant believe it took taeyoung having a small dick to fix this i love ur brain anon bc like .. YES . i can picture this so well . n i am NAWT letting the taeyoung monster cock agenda go no matter what seongmin says ik hes lyingggg

deep down u know what seongmin said was nothing more than a joke with barely any truth to it. it's not like you're unfamiliar with taeyoung's size, having your fair experience of accidentally rubbing ur ass against him while you were cuddling one too many times and causing some awfully awkward accidents because of it.

still, teasing taeyoung is wayyy more fun than acknowledging any of that. and for once, actually grinding down on him to get a reaction while you're cuddled up on your couch, watching a shitty movie you picked randomly, is fun too.

you can clearly feel taeyoung's bulge growing, just as you can feel him trying to move behind you to make it a little better (and ultimately making it worse each time), and you can hear the way his breath gets heavier by the minute, trying to stifle a few whines here and there you want to hear more of so badly.

when you 'innocently' grind against him once more under the pretense of stretching, taeyoung's last weak bit of restraint is gone. he groans, a hand firmly gripping your hips to hold you in place and finally stop your cruel shenanigans.

'can you stop that?' taeyoung asks, voice strained. 'stop what?' you look behind you and up at him, eyes wide in the fakest innocent expression you can come up with.

'you know what i'm talking about, you're...' he sits up, finally freeing himself from the close contact with you and quickly grabbing a pillow to hide his boner. you smirk to yourself, shaking your head as you sit up too. 'you're making me hard...' he finally says, lowering his voice so you can barely hear him over the movie playing.

'oh!' your expressions shifts to one of even faker concern, pouting a little. 'sorry about that. i didn't really feel anything, though, that's why i didn't notice...' you both know your explanation is bullshit. taeyoung knows that, he's sure of it even as you whisper something along the lines of 'i guess seongmin was right about it not being that big.'

still, he somehow finds himself trying to desperately defend his pride, barely managing to stutter out something about seongmin being a liar and how you both know you're just playing along with that whole bit for shits and giggles.

'am i?' you tilt your head to the side, keeping up your act as well as you can until the inevitable happens. 'you know, i've never really seen it, so how would i know? i guess until i do, i'll just have to trust seongmin on his word...'

for the first time that night, taeyoung actually laughs. 'if you wanted to see my dick that bad, you should've just asked,' he moves the pillow away, and you can finally shamelessly stare at his very obvious bulge as much as you want. taeyoung takes his sweet time with it , undoing the strings of his sweatpants and hooking his thumbs in the waistband before looking up at you, taking in your shocked expression and the way you're basically hypnotized by the sight of his still clothed cock.

because holy shit. you knew seongmin was just messing with him when he made that joke, you knew he was somewhat big, but this?

'this is a fucking monster cock what the fuck?'

the words leave your mouth before you can properly process them and, at the same time, with a quick motion taeyoung gets rid of both his sweatpants and boxers at once, finally snapping you out of your dick-induced trance.

just to have you plummet into an even worse one, probably. because not only is taeyoung's dick enormous, it also looks pretty as fuck.

'told you so,' he simply says, one of his hands gently lifting your chin so you can face him, his demeanor suddenly more serious. 'you're still okay with this, right?'

'of course,' you manage to say, breaking the heavy eye contact for a split second to steal yet another glance at taeyoung's dick. despite your voice shaking, and your actions not matching your words, you try to once again keep up that same act that brought you exactly where you are right now. 'plus, i was right, it's not even that big.'

'oh, really?' taeyoung's hand leaves your face and slides down to your shoulder, a silent command you follow with no objections, sliding off the couch and to your knees on the cold floor beneath you, right between his legs.

and face to face with his cock.

'let's hope it's at least big enough to shut you up, then,' taeyoung runs his hand through your hair, firmly gripping it 'maybe you'll be able to put your mouth to good use for once.'

at that moment, you genuinely wish taeyoung was smaller. because no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to be able to take all of him in your mouth, using your hand to cover the part you can't reach.

truth is, taeyoung isn't as relaxed as he would want to be either. the simple fact you can't take all of him is enough to rile him up even more, fighting the urge to just take charge and fuck your mouth like he really wants to.

'so much for it not being that big, huh?' his words come out weak, broken by small moans and whimpers in between them.

of course you don't- you can't reply to taeyoung's taunts, at least verbally, so you opt for trying to take him deeper. the action makes you gag, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. taeyoung almost cums right then and there, his resolve slowly crumbling and breaking down as he pulls you off of him.

after all, he has greater plans than just cumming down your throat. and if the way you whimper and rub your thighs together once he leaves your mouth empty is anything to go by, you do too.

taeyoung gently helps you up and back on the couch. his lips are immediately on yours, pulling you into a heated makeout as he gets rid of your shorts and underwear, sliding one hand between your legs to be met with your soaked cunt. you whine into the kiss, pulling away from him and grabbing on his wrist.

'don't tease me,' you complain. taeyoung wants to laugh at you. after all you've done and said, you are the one who doesn't want to be teased? if that's what you want, though...

'right, you said it's not that big anyways, you should be able to take it right away, no?'

what taeyoung didn't expect you to do was actually agree. you desperately nod, hand still wrapped around his wrist 'i can take it, please.'

or maybe you can't, but at this moment you'd rather die impaled on your best friend's cock than admit you were wrong, even when all the evidence - especially your own lived one - points to your defeat.

you definitely can't.

that's what you realize as taeyoung starts to push the head of his cock inside you and your eyes immediately fill with tears.

'fuck... you're so-'

'i'm not the problem here, you're just fucking big.' you cut him off. your head is spinning and, despite the pain, you can't deny how good you actually feel. how full you are, even as you look down and realize he's barely halfway inside of you.

you close your eyes, squeezing taeyoungs's hand. when did you even start holding it? you don't remember, probably somewhere between when you yelled at him to 'fucking slow down' and when you threatened to 'cut your dick off if you dare to cum before you're all the way in'.

luckily for taeyoung, your threats will have to wait and his cock - a national treasure at this point - will live to see another day.

now that he's fully buried inside your cunt, you can finally adjust to his size, slowly relaxing until it doesn't hurt (that much) anymore. 'you can move,' you say after a while, your hips bucking up in encouragement as taeyoungs's grip on your sides tightens.

'fucking finally, i thought i was going to die before i got to properly fuck you,' his joke and your laugh to it are short lived, cut off by the both of you moaning in unison as he starts picking up his pace.

you're so overwhelmed, you can feel taeyoung everywhere inside you, so deep you're pretty sure you should be dead at this point. you're grateful you're not, though, you're pretty sure if you were you wouldn't be able to feel the way the tip of his cock relentlessly bullies your sweet spot, paired with his fingers right on your clit and...

'fuck look at this,' you whine when the stimulation on your clit subsides, but your disappointment doesn't last long, taeyoung places that same hand on your lower stomach, pressing on the very evident bulge formed by taeyoungs's cock ramming inside you.

'but it's not that big right? fuck... maybe you're right, i might not be that big, maybe you're just too tiny for me.'

you moan at taeyoung's words, too far gone to properly process them as you mindlessly nod. 'aw, did i fuck you too dumb? can't think properly when i'm fucking you this good?' he coos at you, and you can't do anything but nod again.

'so full... going to cum,' you can barely speak before you're clenching down even more on his cock, cumming with no further warning.

if taeyoung wasn't about to cum before, he definitely is now, his hips picking up the pace even more as he helps you ride through your high and starts to overstimulate you chasing his own.

his dick twitches inside of you, and you swear you could almost cum again just from that, as his hips stutter and finally slow down, his cum filling you up.

you're both panting, trying to recover from probably the most mind blowing highs of your life.

when you make eye contact with taeyoung, he starts laughing again.

'what?' you ask.

'so? did i change your mind?'

you shrug, suppressing your own laugh 'eh, not really... it wasn't that big to be honest'

:3 thats it bye omg shitty ending everybody say thank u jo seongminiz

[guavagyu]

untitled - c.yj

synopsis: in your school, yeonjun’s kind of a loser. but when u decide to talk to him and be his first real friend (#saviorreader), how could he not be in absolute love w u?

wc: 8,597

content: i used the word pretty too much but it's ok cuz it fits, both yj and reader r college students (i dont think i specifically mentioned college tho, i only used school), jun steals tiny things from u (little trinkets that were collecting dust), tbh the whole fic's a mess cuz im a mess for yeonjun, not proofread, mentions of alcohol consumption (yj and reader stay sober cuz they don't like alcohol), virgin!yeonjun, loser!yeonjun, tall!f!reader (basically same height as him), perv!yeonjun, honestly perv!reader too, yeonjun is rlly rlly down bad like so embarrassingly obsessed cuz i like my men like that, reader just wants to please junnie <3, hardcore mutual pining, ngl reader is kinda that girl, smut (mdni!), sub!yeonjun, oral (f receiving), jun LOVES ur boobs, possessive!jun (guy hits on u at one point, he becomes a whole new person cuz of u LOL), yeonjun is a sweetie i love him, yeonjun has that stroke game!!, jun jerks off while ur sleeping (ur not sleeping ur wide awake lmfao), hand n oral fixation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, breeding kink, mommy kink, dacryphilia, fingering (f receiving), nicknames (pretty boy, baby, junnie, kitty, whore, pervert), handjob, big dick!jun, dumbification, edging, marking, cum eating, spitting, hair pulling, praise kink, brief degradation, jun n reader r so obsessed n in love w each other it's crazy, so fluffy u want to knock urself out /pos, choking, aftercare, swearing, lmk if there's more!

it all started when you saw him sitting in the corner during lunch at school all by himself, doing something on his phone. you noticed him (well, everyone did. but you were the only one that really paid any attention to it), wondering why he was always on his own. on the fourth day of this, you decided to finally sit down next to him,

"hey, yeonjun, right? i hope you don't mind me sitting with you," and the moment you gave him the prettiest smile he'd ever seen, he was hooked. he'd given you the cutest little nod before diverting his attention back to his phone, trying not to make it obvious that his heartbeat had quickened dramatically, he swore anybody could see it pumping out of his chest. his messy long black hair and thin-framed round glasses fit so well with his face and were probably one of the prettiest things you've seen since..ever. this cycle continued for days, just you being there, no conversations shared, simply you two sitting there in silence as you both refueled for the day. eventually, he wanted more. he really wanted to talk to you, hear your pretty voice, see your pretty face, and really really wanted to sneak subtle glances at your chest. call him a weirdo, but you can't blame him, the only ones he's seen were ones in porn as he tried to get himself off to the thought of you. he hasn't even known you for 2 weeks and he's already cummed all over his hand and sheets whimpering your name as he shuddered at the pleasure. of course, he'd never admit that to you, no matter what..maybe. in the slightest chance you two do get together (a/n: u do.) he might just tell you. underneath his fantasies and perverted nature, he was just a shy boy who wanted to love you, and he made that his ultimate goal. once he finally gathered up the courage to say something to you, he wanted to make it meaningful,

"um..y/n..thank you for, you know, sitting with me everyday," yeonjun couldn't maintain eye contact with you if his life depended on it, you were just so hot, and you let out a small giggle at how adorable he was,

"no problem junnie," you put your hand on top of his for what he thought was the shortest time ever, and oh..the nickname. he felt his dick twitch when it fell out of your mouth, all he could do was flash you the sweetest grin and turn his attention back to his phone as always. you'd always wondered what he did on there, you had some ideas, but you never brought it upon yourself to peek, you felt that was too invading. and he's so glad you never did, that you maintained your perfect nature and never snooped, because if you did, he would've dug his own grave and gave himself a closed-casket burial. the things he wrote about you in his notes app..absolutely horrendous. the things he wanted you to do to him. yeonjun would always imagine those things when he jerked off in the shower, making him cum faster than ever, the steam making his head fuzzy as he whined. after he'd leave the shower, he'd put his shorts on and then fall asleep palming himself, desperately wishing one day his hand would be replaced with yours (a/n: it does). the day semesters ended and he got placed into not one, not two, but three classes with him, he could feel his spine tingle and his fingers quiver with excitement, more time to see you, he'd tell himself, internally leaping for joy. you simply thought it was a happy coincidence at the time, but nonetheless glad to see the boy who was slowly becoming your favorite. the boy who you always tried to sit next to in class, the boy who was in your mind when you wished the teacher to let you pick project partners. the day the teacher finally did, you never felt your eyes flick to him so fast, his gaze already on you. yeonjun smiled so brightly when you gave him your number, and you wished you'd given it to him earlier. when he came to your house to work on the project, he was enamored. you'd brought him to your room, simple, organized. yeonjun immediately noticed the cutest stuffed cat, the eyes in a ^^ shape and the faux fur fluffy and black by your pillow. he'd also noticed the tiny trinkets you left on your dresser, small polaroid photos and little things you'd bought. he took the smallest ones, the ones in the back that were slowly collecting dust, hoping that you wouldn't notice as he wanted more things from you. he focused as hard as he could on helping you with the project, wishing that you'd continue to invite him over even though you had no more work to do. the moment you took a quick break to leave for the bathroom, he scrambled to your bed, even though he'd sat on it before, he never got the chance to really sink into the soft mattress..oh. and that was it, the smell of your shampoo from your pillows filled his lungs, and it immediately became his favorite smell of all time. once he noticed you finished and were washing your hands, he immediately tidied up the sheets as best as he could, trying to make it seem like he didn't just shove his face into your pillows for the past 40 seconds,

"sorry..hope you don't mind me sitting on your bed," he'd mumbled a quick apology, hoping you wouldn't be too upset,

"hm? oh no not at all feel free, do you want something to eat? i can order takeout if you'd like, it's getting late," yeonjun felt his heartbeat pick up the pace once again when he saw your eyelashes flutter,

"uhh, sure. if it isn't too much trouble," he said softly, his voice slightly raspy making your stomach do tumbles before you let out a quick "it's really no problem at all" and ordered food. 20 minutes later, the doorbell was rung, and you raced downstairs to grab it, yeonjun following shortly behind you, trying not to stare at your ass and thighs as you ran down the stairs, you quickly thanked the person who delivered your food, before gesturing him over to the table as you laid all the stuff out. once he sat down, he felt his mouth water for two, very different reasons. yeonjun tried to distract himself by shoving his face full of food the moment you reminded him to help himself, eliciting a small laugh from you. halfway through you two eating, thunder boomed throughout the area, shaking your house ever so slightly (a/n: this has happened to me before), lightning flashing throughout the sky. usually, you loved rain, but you had company over, company that was yeonjun. not that you minded having him over, but you weren't sure if you could keep your relationship with him strictly in the friend zone if his pretty lips kept moving like that as he chewed. at that point, you were zoning out, staring at his perfect face until..uh oh. the power went out. (a/n: how coincidental...),

"are you sure you wanna head home in this type of weather? my phone says we have a tornado watch too," you asked, voice laced with concern, secretly wishing he'd stay. just the slightest bit. right?

"oh, is it really alright if i stay the night? i don't wanna trouble you more, you've already done so much," he mentally punched himself for not immediately agreeing to stay, but of course he didn't want to overstep his boundaries,

"junnie just look outside i don't want you walking home through that shit," you insisted on him staying for his safety, but on the inside wanted him to stay just so you could be with him longer, how selfish,

"i.." that nickname again, slipping off your tongue like second-nature, making his heart skip a beat, "fine," he gave in, wishing he'd given up earlier, but that would've made it too obvious,

"good. i shouldn't have even asked, i'll get you something to change into. i should have a spare toothbrush somewhere," you mumbled to yourself as you cleaned up everything, using your phone's flashlight to guide you through the darkness, before heading back upstairs to get the spare toothbrush and a change of clothes. after digging through your closet you found an oversized t-shirt and knee-length shorts, and finally found a toothbrush that you ended up getting from the dentist. after calling yeonjun up to make sure everything was okay, he caught himself before saying why can't i just use your toothbrush? once he finished changing, he found it so hot that your clothes fit him so well, loving how perfect you truly were. how you were just as tall as him, how you had the prettiest eyes, the most perfect lips, all of it was absolutely amazing to him. to stay polite, he opted for sleeping on the couch in your room, it was big enough, and he could sleep comfortably knowing you weren't even 5 feet away, although he wished there wasn't any space between the two of you. the rain continued to pour down, hitting your window like rocks, thunder cracking down like a whip. he found comfort in the sound, just like you always did. of course, when he tried to truly relax and fall asleep, he couldn't. the smell of you from your clothes enveloped him like a blanket, constricting him tight, giving him no room to breathe. he felt his mind grow hazy and his senses dull as he slowly runs his hand down to his pants, hips bucking up as he bites his lip to muffle his moans, hearing you shift quietly spurring him on, trying to finish as quickly as he could. eventually, he had to cover his mouth with his hand (a/n: his hands r so fucking pretty wth) to keep himself from being too loud, bucking his hips up even faster into his other hand, wishing you would wake up and finish the job. but he couldn't let you do that, especially with how you thought of him right now. what he didn't realize was that you were wide awake, hearing him moan and whimper into his hand..before hearing him whimper one last thing you couldn't catch. you couldn't catch him whimpering your name in front of you. you tried to play it off as hearing things, as the rain was still battering against your window like hell, but it was just..so clear. you could feel your panties slowly stick to you as your wetness slipped out of you. the noises that came out of him were so pretty just like he was. as you slipped back into sleep, you made a mental note that he really was your favorite pervy pretty boy.

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when you awoke, saturday sunshine gleamed through your window, the rain finally ending during the night. you tried to see if the power was back, and luckily it was. as you sat up, you remembered last nights events, feeling your slick still there. however, when you looked to your couch, yeonjun wasn't there. fuck, did he leave early? but, your thoughts were quickly shut down as you heard sizzling downstairs and a waft of bacon hit your nose. oh my god. how much better could he get? you slink out of bed, drawn to the smell like a zombie, trudging down the stairs before rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up,

"sorry junnie, but you didn't have to cook," i smiled softly, noticing how he jumped slightly at your sudden appearance. but, it was your morning voice that really got to him. he really didn't think you could get any hotter. but here you were, doing just that,

"oh, it's really no problem. think of it as me repaying you for, everything. i can't thank you enough for letting me stay over," he smiled at you, his hair even messier than usual, glasses hung low on his nose, the sight making you have to bite back a groan. you simply watched as he cooked, how he effortlessly flipped the bacon on the pan, plated it, then cracked two eggs, one in each hand. walking. fucking. green. flag. in your eyes, he couldn't get much hotter either, especially in your clothes. you found it so adorable how he was acting like nothing happened during the night, how he was totally oblivious to the fact that you were awake, while he was jerking off 5 feet away from you. how he simply gazed at you with the sweetest smile as he passed you your plate,

"thanks, junnie," you said as you ate your bacon and eggs. goddamn, he was a good cook, making the simplest breakfast taste gourmet. loving how he used the most basic seasonings could give something a whole new flavor. yeonjun had to chew even harder to keep himself from visibly giving a reaction to the nickname you used so frequently, relishing in the fact that even now it still had the same effect, "how'd you learn to cook so well?" you mumbled, mouth full of egg,

"i taught myself," he laughed, finding how you talked with your mouth full (with a hand covering your mouth of course, you're no barbarian) adorable, making your eyes widen,

"really? i swear if you open a restaurant i'll be your top customer," you promised, spilling out your true feelings about his cooking, making him blush and give a small "thank you" which made your heart melt. once you both finished eating you ushered him out of the kitchen rambling about how he'd done enough and to let you do the dishes, making him chuckle and lean on the counter nearby, watching you do the dishes with the cutest smile. of course, the moment you were done and turned back toward him he immediately averted his gaze, hoping that he wasn't obvious. thankfully, this time, you actually didn't notice, making him breathe a small sigh of relief,

"hey junnie? wanna finish up our project? we don't have much left to do and if we finish now we can relax for the next week until the due date," you asked, leaning against the counter, yeonjun taking in how good you look even at what you would call your worst, before giving the cutest little nod and a "sure!". so, you headed upstairs once again, yeonjun snickering when you almost trip, before letting out a yelp when you flick him on the forehead,

"you're so mean," he pouted, bottom lip jutting out, and boy, did you want to kiss him to make him shut up, but instead you made a face at him before running to your room. when yeonjun caught up you both agreed to start focusing on the project, while still sneaking glances at your chest, even though your breasts weren't as noticeable under your oversized t-shirt, he still marveled in the subtle outline of them. yeonjun was so glad you were focused on the project, telling him that you could finish this part and that he should just relax, your eyes darting back and forth between the textbook, your computer, and the paper as you scribbled down notes and wrote things down on the actual project. you had also started playing some music but not too loud or else you'd get distracted. yeonjun felt his ears perk up as he heard one of his favorite songs, then you turning towards him flashing another one of your pretty smiles, saying "you like this song too?" and he'd just looked into your eyes, nodding softly. you two simply sat there, making eye contact as the song played, after a while you smirked slightly before turning back to work on the project, sneaking one last glance in his direction. yeonjun just sat there in disbelief, eyes wide, tongue glazing over his lips as he wish he would've just leaned forward and show you how he felt. by the time you finished your part and he opted to do some more work for his section, you simply got up and sat on your bed, scrolling on your phone, wearing your blue light glasses. yeonjun tried to focus so hard, and eventually, he pushed through and got his work done. he spun around on your swivel chair, giving you the cutest grin,

"i finished!" and you high-fived each other, only one part left to do: finalize. that part was easy. all you had to do was organize all of your work and make it look nice. you decided to get a head start on that, and found some poster paper and an extra sheet of normal paper to sketch. you organized each part by topic, and the moment you finished formatting you got to work, writing things down, drawing, outlining, all the works. yeonjun just watched in awe, admiring your handwriting and fuck, your hands. how they almost covered the whole pen as you wrote, how your fingers traced over your writing to make sure everything was right. how you made sure everything was level with a ruler, he found your perfectionism so cute. everything about you was simply cute. yeonjun watched for so long, before mentally smacking himself, asking if you needed any help. you quickly turned him down saying "no, don't worry! i got this you just chill." and he couldn't help but smile at your response. after 50 minutes of non-stop work and songs put on repeat, you finally leaned back, and pumped your fists in the air, "woo..hoo," you said, but not nearly as energetic as it normally is. work was tiring. yeonjun laughed at that, before getting up and gently taking your hand, softly shaking your arm,

"good job y/n, you're gonna be the reason we get an a," he smiled down at you, you sighed softly and smiled at him, before letting out a quiet "thanks". he set your hand down and then asked, "wanna do something for the time being? or just do nothing for the next year?" making you laugh,

"i'd really prefer doing nothing, school is ass," your back is pressed against the chair still, and with yeonjun murmuring his agreement, you two just sat there, you on your chair, yeonjun on your bed, just enveloping yourselves in the quiet music, and before long, he'd actually leaned back, body sinking into the mattress, soon falling asleep. you heard him slightly snore, making you smile at the sight, then getting up to gently remove his glasses, setting them on your nightstand. then, you took a glance outside, noticed it was getting dark, and checked the time, holy shit! it's already 5? almost as if on cue, your stomach rumbled, hunger panging through your body. that was when you quietly walked downstairs again, digging through your fridge, deciding what to cook for dinner. after a bit, you settled on some stir-fried noodles with vegetables, trying to clean out some of the slightly older ingredients in your fridge. then, you got to cooking (literally). vegetables? washed. then? chopped. water? boiled. noodles? shoved in the boiling water. after a good 4 minutes of cooking the noodles, you heated up your wok, giving it plenty of oil, then tossing in your vegetables, stirring slightly before heading to drain the noodles, saving some of the water for later. you threw in some soy sauce, garlic powder, chicken bouillon powder (it's a sacred ingredient), and black pepper. soon, you put the noodles into the mix, tossing the noodles and the vegetables, then pouring in the pasta water, letting it mix with the soy sauce so it can bind with everything. lastly, you threw in some chopped green onion. another successful meal. cooking 101 with y/n. after turning the heat off, plating the noodles, and setting them on the table, you noticed that yeonjun still hadn't woken up. did he not sleep at all last night? honestly, it was possible. he didn't sleep very well, unlike his assumption, no thanks to the overwhelming smell of you. by now, it was 5:42. damn, that took longer than i thought it would. oh well. you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer, and finished your own serving, before grabbing a little bit more (a/n: eat your meals!!). now, it was 6:08. you walked back up the stairs, and yeonjun was still there. sleeping. like an angel. messy black hair over his eyes, fucking pretty boy. you tapped on his shoulder lightly, trying not to startle him. he peeked one eye open and hummed a little in acknowledgement of your presence,

"junnie, i made dinner, you want some?" you said softly,

"hm? oh yeah, sorry," he sat up, rubbing his eyes, before looking around for his glasses, then putting them on once he noticed where they were. he loved the fact that you took the time to take them off for him,

"no it's okay! i wanted to let you sleep longer but i don't want the food to get cold," you said, yeonjun nodding along as he followed you downstairs, mouth watering at the sight,

"y/n you really didn't have to you've already done so much," he said right before starting to eat, eyes widening at the flavor before hastily eating more,

"slow down! i don't want you to choke, and seriously don't worry about it, it helped me clean out my fridge so it's a win-win," you shrugged, before gently patting him on the back, receiving a small nod as he returned to a normal eating pace,

"its really good," he mumbled out, mouth muffled by food just as yours was that same morning, making you laugh softly,

"thanks junnie," you smiled at him too,

"maybe we should open a restaurant together, we'd make a shit ton of money," yeonjun chewed, looking at you with his pretty eyes, making you laugh softly again,

"sure. if all else fails, your the first person i'm calling. then, we get rich," yeonjun wished you would call him regardless, but that's a worry for another time. soon, he finished, and just as you did, he had a little bit more, finishing what was left in the wok. of course, he also insisted that he wash the dishes this time, trying his best to repay you for what you've done. you argued that you didn't need to be repaid, and that it was something you would've done either way. he blushed at that statement, how could you treat him so well? he finally gave up with a series of okay's and set all the dishes on the drying rack, drying the wok manually and opening the cabinet under your stove and putting it back with the rest of the pots and pans. and he knows where to put stuff? i am not the strongest soldier. to your dismay, he soon said,

"y/n i really should get going i don't need to have you do more stuff for me," he wished he didn't say that either, god did he want to live here with you forever, but he really needs to maintain his image, and seem like a normal guy who stayed over at his best friend's house who he's not absolutely in love with because of a fortunate unfortunate storm. but of course, you couldn't make him stay (you could), so you sighed, said okay, and went up to grab his stuff. you soon came down with his clothes and the toothbrush he used last night all in a bag. he thanked you again, before putting his shoes on and heading out the door,

"bye junnie! see you monday!" you smiled and waved at him, yeonjun shooting you a smile as well and returning your wave, and when you closed your door, you leaned your head against it. desperately wishing monday would come, missing him already. so, you decide to text him like any other normal person would.

y/n:

miss u already junnie &lt;;/3 seen 6:53 pm

junnie!!

aw i miss u too y/n :( seen 6:54 pm

junnie!!

dw i'll see u super soon &lt;;33 seen 6:54 pm

y/n:

i hope so, my house is so quiet without u :(( seen 6:55 pm

junnie!!

it's gonna be ok! monday will come before you know it! don't sleep too late ok? seen 6:55 pm

y/n:

thanks junnie, u too! see u monday :) seen 6:56 pm

you smile wide, kicking your feet as he hearted your message. you really couldn't wait until you saw your pretty boy again.

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yeonjun was right. monday really did come before you knew it. sunday slipped by so quickly, filled with excitement at seeing him again. you met at your usual spot, right between your lockers, with you holding your project, making sure both of your names were on the attached rubric and on the back of the project itself. you had to hold yourself back from giving him the biggest, tightest hug ever, to both of your disappointment. school that day went by quickly too, filled with you two laughing and having conversations with each other as much as you could, whether it was during your shared classes, lunch, or passing time. of course, you both also stressed together about upcoming finals, but ended with hyping each other up about how you're both absolute geniuses and you'll pass easily as long as you study together. easy. no problem right? and right after finals was homecoming, and yeonjun really wanted to be your date. neither of you really gave a shit about the parade nor the football game, since it didn't fit either of your interests, which was fine. more time to hang out. once the school day was over you met at the library, wanting to study together for finals for the extra 2 hours the school kept it open for students,

"hey junnie! got everything you need?" you smile at him, holding your books and all your other materials. he nodded, smiling at you, walking with you in step as you two headed to the library. you headed in, then found a spot surrounded by books where there weren't too many people, and sat down. you opened the first textbook and started to quiz each other. after making sure that both of you were proficient on that topic, you moved on to the next section. this cycle of events continued for the entirety of the two hours you were allowed to stay in the school after all classes had ended. as you two said goodbye to the librarian, you started laughing as yeonjun made a joke. the librarian smiled at the sight of you two, muttering “to be young and in love”. yeonjun heard this, and so did you, making you two laugh just a bit harder, with neither of you noticing why. today was a great day, filled with laughter, studying, and smiles as your favorite pretty boy made it all so much better.

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fuck. the day before..finals. you had no idea how the three weeks had passed by so quickly, but it was all the same. thankfully, you and yeonjun studied plenty every day. this time you went over to his place, textbooks, reviews, and notes scattered all over the floor as you prepared like hell. you also made flashcards for both of you, studying terminologies, formulas, and other basic questions on the exam. several of your teachers had also passed out reviews that were practice tests, which helped both of you a bunch. several hours had already gone by, and you were getting tired,

"junnie, it's like 7 i think we've studied enough for today. we started at like 2 didn't we?" you yawned, rubbing your eyes that had been reading for the past 5 hours,

"i guess so, yeah. sure we can stop. i think we're both ready anyway," he laughed softly, finding your yawn so cute. he starts to clean everything up, separating which stuff is his and what isn't. he still had those trinkets he'd stolen from you a week prior, they were hiding in his nightstand drawer, waiting for him to take them out like every night, to fiddle and examine them. there was no real reason he did this, by now he'd already memorized every little thing about them, but he did it every night like a ritual because they were yours. well. originally. he always made sure to give them a goodnight kiss before he went to sleep. he might give them back, but only if you asked. yeonjun had spaced out now, thinking about exactly that,

"hey. jun?" you waved a hand in his face, and he blinked his pretty eyes once, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose, making him scrunch his nose for a quick second which was fucking adorable,

"yeah? sorry i zoned out for a second," yeonjun blushed softly, wishing he'd taken your hand and kissed it like he's always wanted to,

"i know," you laughed briefly, "want me to make something? i'm getting kinda hungry,"

"me too but you don't have to cook," he quickly pushed you back down on the floor gently, insisting that he cook for you. you smiled at his eagerness and didn't budge. the moment he got to his kitchen though, he wished he'd taken you with him. you were still in the same house but he already missed you. your laugh, your hair, your face, your lips, everything. you missed him too, you always missed your favorite pretty boy. you decided to go back on your word, and go down the stairs. thankfully he wouldn't be mad about that, smiling when he saw your face, "what'd you come down for?"

"got bored, missed you," you returned his smile, being totally honest,

"really? i'm gone for not even 5 minutes and you already miss me?" he raised an eyebrow, slightly smirking as he focuses on cooking dinner,

"mhmmm," you hummed, making yeonjun smile even wider, grinning at how much he affected you. soon, he finished cooking and set both of your plates on the counter, not bothering to take them to the dining table. you two ate happily, chatting away and making jokes. if someone saw you, they'd probably assume you were a couple. which honestly, was true. you two were pretty much a couple, minus the pet names, the kissing, and hand holding. your hangouts and study sessions would fit as dates pretty well, you often shared deep conversations about the most random things, and you both spent basically all of your time together. yeonjun loved that about your friendship, he could wait a little bit longer than he already has to finally be able to call you his, hold your hand, and kiss you. of course, you took a half-step forward for the both of you when you thanked him for the meal, gathered your stuff, and gave him a kiss on the cheek when you walked out his door, asking him to text you when he's free. he blushed so hard the moment your pretty lips made contact with his face, stuttering out an "okay", you found him so fucking cute. when you got home, you two texted for hours. up until you had to unwillingly urge him to sleep because you two needed to sleep well to do well on the finals. he gave in, but only after you said no to his pleas multiple times to stay up a little while longer (he just missed you too much). that night, he kissed your his little trinkets an extra few times, hugging his pillow, desperately wishing for it to be you someday.

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when both of you woke up, you grumbled about finals and ended up texting to complain to each other the whole time as you two got ready. you surprised him by showing up at his door to walk to school together. he was so excited when he peeked through the curtains and saw you approaching through his bedroom window, rushing to finish getting ready to meet you. as he locked his door and you started walking together, falling in step, he was so close to grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles like he always wanted. if he did, you obviously wouldn't complain, the entire time, you wanted to pin him against a nearby wall and make out with him until sunset, and his messy hair slightly covering his eyes didn't help. and the glasses? oh my god you swore he did that just to torture you, his pretty lips glossed over by his tongue as he talked to you, absolutely no words making it through your ears to be processed by your brain since it was all filled with yeonjun yeonjun yeonjun. he had to wave a hand in your face to get you to zone back in because all you were doing was staring into his eyes as he rambled about physics, which he found an understandable topic to space out about. but what really got him was that you decided to space out..staring at him. out of all things, even if it was an accident (it wasn't), the chances were slim, but you still zoned out on him. god, he loved you, if only he'd say it out loud so you could say it too and the two of you would be happy for the rest of your lives together. when you arrived at school, both of you were disappointed that your conversation had to end, but you promised to sit together for lunch (you didn't need to promise, you always did regardless) and dread all the exams, the horrible teachers, and your shitty classmates. thankfully, time passed by quickly and you two were freed from the binds of hell school once again,

"junnie! how'd you do?" you ran up to him, gently touching his arm, making him stumble on his words,

"i did g-good, what about y-you?"

"me too! i think our studying really paid off," and you just had to squeeze his arm as you finished your sentence, making him have to stifle a whimper at the feeling of your perfect fingers around his bicep, the ones that he's worked on just for you. at this point, everything he did was for you. studying, doing his work, hell even breathing, eating, sleeping, drinking was all for you. he knew that you'd want him to, regardless if you explicitly said it or not,

"yeah, i t-think so too," he smiled so brightly at you, so happy to finally be done with finals, excited to take you to homecoming, "oh yeah, you wanna come to homecoming with me? unless you already have someone,"

"of course i don't, why would i need someone else when i have you?" you smile back at him, your words making his stomach do so many flips and his heart go completely arrhythmic from skipping so many beats, all he could do was just blush softly and continue to smile so prettily at you. as you walked out together, easily starting to make conversation again, you couldn't stop smiling due to the fact that yeonjun was one step closer to being yours forever.

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oh my god oh my god oh. my. god. homecoming was in 2 hours and you haven't started getting ready. you checked the time, and jumped out of bed, scrambling to pick out your outfit before running to take a shower, almost slipping in the process. you slid out of the bathroom after doing your skincare and drying your hair, and you noticed you still had an hour and a half. plenty of time, right? that's what you told yourself, as you collapsed on your bed for a bit, letting yourself sink into the comforter. that was, until you heard your phone buzz on your nightstand, and you smacked your hand around until you found it, staring at the screen until you noticed it was a text from yeonjun.

junnie!:

is it ok if i come over a little early? maybe at 7:15 or so? u still get 45-ish minutes to get ready :) seen 6:34 pm

y/n:

yeah sure! i'll let u know if u can come earlier seen 6:34 pm

junnie!:

okay! see u soon :) seen 6:34 pm

you smiled to yourself as you hearted his message, eager to have him come over as soon as possible. you focused on getting ready, putting your outfit on, making sure there wasn't anything wrong with the ensemble, quickly texting yeonjun to come over now. you finished getting ready by spritzing your favorite perfume on to top off everything, and right when you put the bottle down, yeonjun arrived. when you opened the door, he choked on his own breath,

"wow, you..you..wow," he was at a loss for words, making you laugh softly, beckoning him in. you felt your body melt when you fully took him in, holy shit. his hair was neat yet messy at the same time, and him in a suit? you were hooked, wanting to take him right then and there. you also notice him linger his gaze on you just the slightest bit longer than someone normally would, he really seemed to like how you looked,

"you don't look so bad yourself," you smiled, making his cheeks flush as he mumbled out a 'thank you', quickly rubbing his nose to prevent him from letting anything inappropriate slip out (not that you would care). soon, it was time to leave, and you both opted to walk as always, only wanting to have more time together just by yourselves. once you arrived at the party, it was horrendous. people were already wasted, there were drink spills, pieces of clothing on the floor, and people were making out..everywhere. if only those people were you and yeonjun right now, but first you two headed to a quieter area, both picking up some mocktails since neither of you enjoyed actual alcohol. you two were just sipping away at your drinks, joking with each other like you always did. of course, at one point yeonjun had to go to the bathroom, and one guy that had his eye on you the entire time walked over, taking advantage of the opportunity that had been plated so nicely in front of him,

"hey, now that he's gone, can i get your number missy?" he seemed drunk, but could still barely pass as sober, not that it mattered, you already didn't like him regardless,

"no thank you," you politely refused, hoping that he would just take the hint, but due to the alcohol, something didn't click. he kept insisting that he could be better, and that'd he'd never leave you alone like this. of course, yeonjun saw, he saw it all the moment he left the bathroom, and had just been peeking from the sidelines during the whole encounter, seething with so much anger you could almost see steam coming off him. his breaking point was when he tried to touch you, trying to steal you away, from him. he easily, and quite elegantly slipped through the crowd, catching the guy's wrist as he tried to grab you and lead you away,

"she told you no didn't she? if you can't take the hint from her, take it from me. fuck off," that was probably the hottest thing you've ever seen him do. you could already feel your panties getting sticky at the sight of him leaning down to match the guy's level, spitting insults about how he could never be enough for you, how he wasn't even close to your height, and that he couldn't provide for you like he could. like..he could. like he could. those three words confirmed everything you've been speculating about ever since you started talking to each other. now, with this newfound conclusion, you couldn't hold yourself back any longer. the moment the guy scurried away you got up, and as he turned to you, you gently took his face in your hands and kissed him. it was so much better than he imagined, him putting his pretty hands on your waist, pulling you closer. he immediately gave in when you nibbled on his lower lip, opening his mouth just for you. the way he gave you control without hesitation was one of the cutest things about him, and that only made your panties even more soaked,

"let's leave, yeah?" you said against his lips as you pressed small kisses on them, him nodding eagerly, so happy you feel the same way he does. you led him out of the party, and walked home together, holding hands and pressing kisses on each other's face,

"how long, junnie?" you asked, tone quiet, your eyes loving as you looked at him,

"honestly? the moment you sat next to me," he sheepishly said, looking down at the ground, blush tinting his pretty face,

"junnie don't be embarrassed, not gonna lie i started liking you around then too," which made him perk up, letting out the cutest 'really?' which you laughed at softly and pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, "really," making him give u the biggest, prettiest smile you've ever seen. he was so giddy for the rest of the way back, practically bouncing with happiness, he was just so relieved to finally know. once you reached your house, you both really, really let go. the moment the door was shut you two threw off your shoes, and made out all the way up to your room, you ending up straddling him on your bed, "you good to continue junnie?"

"mhm, i am," he nodded eagerly against your lips, never wanting to seperate from them, and you felt the same,

"good boy," you smiled against his lips, making his fingers squeeze your own slightly, clearly happy you thought so well of him,

"mph, mommy," yeonjun mumbled against your lips as you made out, grabbing your attention with the name, and making you pause,

"yes junnie?" you pressed soft kisses into his jaw,

"can i um," he trailed off, blushing out of embarrassment,

"don't get distracted pretty boy, tell me what you want," this time you took his hand and pressed kisses all over, making him groan,

"please, please let me eat you out, i've wanted to for so long," he whined out, now grabbing at your arm and pawing at your chest, making you smile, leaning down to kiss him again,

"of course, anything for you baby," you kissed his forehead as you said that, making yeonjun almost jump up in excitement, but remembering you were still on top of him, he let you shift off and he eagerly tugged his and your clothes off, forming a pile on the floor. the first thing he focused on was your boobs, latching his mouth onto one, kneading the other. the feeling of his tongue on your nipple made you groan out, running your fingers through his hair as he made eye contact with you, he was just so pretty. he moaned against you at the feeling of your nails lightly scratching at his scalp and brushing through his soft hair, making you jolt. it caught you by surprise when he reached down towards your cunt, mumbling a "this ok?" and only continuing once you gave him a verbal "yes", sliding two of his perfect fingers into you, your slick making it easy,

"sorry mommy, wanna eat you out after you cum," he peppered kisses all over your chest before latching back onto your nipple, you petting his hair briefly to let him know it was no big deal,

"'s okay kitty, no worries. you're making mommy feel so good, yeah? being a good boy for me?"

"mhm mhm," he nodded vigorously against your chest, you laughing breathily, muttering a "so cute", loving how quickly he slid into subspace for you. soon, he added a third, then a fourth. the stretch was delicious, he was so good, so good for you,

"junnie, you're so good at this," you laughed softly as he moved up to kiss you,

"really? i thought i would be doing horribly," he mumbled against your neck as he stilled his hand for a moment,

"why would you think that kitty?" you held his face as he looked up at you, melting into your touch,

"cuz this is my..first," he said the last word much quieter, and you almost didn't catch what he said,

"really? why didn't you tell me junnie," you brushed some stray hairs out of his pretty face as he nuzzled into your neck to hide his face, flushed red,

"i didn't know if you'd think i was weird for that, there was a couple times where i almost lost it, but i wanted to save myself for you. i only wanted to be yours, wanted to be good f'you" he pouted up at you when you moved his face out of your neck, yelping when you harshly pulled him up to you, kissing him hard, but easing down quickly so you wouldn't hurt him,

"i'd never think of you like that, junnie that's probably the sweetest thing i've ever heard. 'm sorry you had to wait so long," he smiled at your words, and smiled even wider when you kissed his nose, but then shuffled down, and pulled his fingers out,

"it's okay mommy, i would've waited as long as you needed me to," that statement made your heart swell, and then he kissed your thighs while apologizing for changing his mind again about what he wanted to do, but, of course, you told him it was okay. how could you be mad at him when he looked so pretty? with his lips covered in your juices already, going down on you like a madman, his long hair disheveled and messy, you almost came at the sight. when he spread your pussy lips wider with his thumbs and shook his head to get even deeper, it didn't take very long for you to figure out where he'd learned all this from (porn.) just so he could be prepared for the possibility of getting to be in the exact scenario he was in right now. he really was your good boy, wasn't he? learning all this just for you, just so he could be your favorite kitty. that made you so happy, hell, made you love him more, something you didn't think could happen. you felt yourself get closer and closer to cumming as he continued to lap at you and rub your clit with his nose. what sent you tumbling over the edge was when he moaned, loud. at first, you didn't know why, but then you felt yourself tugging at his hair, pulling him even deeper into you, the knot finally snapping, and a warm wave of pleasure washed over you. you let go of his hair, and rubbed the area softly as an apology. once your cum seeped out, he made sure not to waste any of it. once he finished,

"mommy, i really liked when you pulled on my hair, do it again please," he whispered, lips slightly parted and glistening in the moonlight, making you bite back a moan,

"of course baby," you caressed his cheek, him leaning into you as he pressed more kisses into your thighs. you pat your stomach softly, gesturing him to come over, "take your boxers off junnie," which he complied to without hesitation, now sitting completely bare in front of you, as you were to him. small beads of precum had already begun to slide down his pretty dick, dripping off his thighs onto your own. now that you'd sat yourself up more to be more comfortable, you pulled him into yet another kiss, this one soft, loving. although, halfway through, you wrapped your hand around his dick, slowly pumping, "still good junnie?"

"yes mommy," he nodded, "feels good,"

"yeah? you like this? tell me junnie, what were you thinking about that first night when you stayed the night?"

"w-what?" yeonjun blushed, hard. even though he'd thought to himself about possibly telling you if the time came, he had no idea that you were actually awake the whole time,

"you heard me baby, answer my question," you picked up the pace, pumping quicker and squeezing more, making his hips jerk,

"mommy, i-i'm sorry, your shirt just smelled so much like you, i couldn't s-stop myself," he whimpered when you pumped even faster, tears starting to flow down his face at the feeling, his tip red and angry, precum still dribbling down and pooling at your stomach,

"hmm, my junnie's a little pervert, isn't he? couldn't stop himself from beating his own dick like a whore cuz he wore my shirt?" now your pace was almost torturous, yeonjun whining almost every second, increasing in volume as well,

"y-yes mommy, i'm a pervert only for you. i'm y-your whore," yeonjun whimpered out, his hips bucking up into your hand as you kissed his tears away,

"mhm, you are, pretty boy," you leaned forward and bit down on his collarbone, lightly sinking your teeth into his pretty skin and leaving a red mark. you continued to leave behind countless hickeys and love bites on his neck, kissing them all afterward,

"s-so close mommy, kitty's so close," yeonjun mumbled out, hips still jerking,

"it's ok babyboy, let go i'm here," almost as if on command, he cummed all over your hand as he cried into your shoulder out of pleasure, legs shaking. you dramatically slowed down to help him ride out his orgasm still letting out small spurts of cum, "junnie you okay?" yeonjun let out small sniffles as he nodded into your shoulder, nose red as you held his face again, "i need a verbal yes, kitty,"

"yes, mommy, i'm okay. thank you," he kissed you, tear stains on his cheeks,

"good boy, wanna keep going or stop for tonight?" once you finished your question yeonjun let out a small yawn, making you smile and kiss his nose,

"can we sleep, please? we still have tomorrow, and all the other days," he looked up at you innocently, but what you saw was far from it. hair tousled, lips swollen, neck and chest littered with red marks, it was something you'd never get tired of seeing. you pressed several more kisses on his forehead, brushed his hair with your fingers, and led him to your bathroom to clean up. you turned on the shower, yeonjun leaning on you the entire time, yawning as you tested the temperature. once you concluded that the heat level was okay, and got in. he began to doze off on your shoulder as you washed his hair, waking up when you turned the water off and started to dry him gently. he giggled as you rubbed moisturizer into his skin, mumbling about how well you took care of him, and how much he loved you. you kissed his damp hair when you heard him say that, whispering "i love you too junnie" when you put another one of your shirts on him, put his boxers back on, slipped into pajamas yourself, and brought him to bed. with your favorite pretty boy fast asleep on your chest, you could happily sleep yourself.

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[skyartworkzzz]

Because you said you love rambeling about lore and you are looking for excuses to talk about it redeem this cupon for one free lore ramble, any topic

OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT U JUST DONE

SIT BACK AND RELAX CUZ THE GOATS UNIVERSE HAS BEEN IN MY MIND THE WHOLE WEEK + SOME HEKET RAMBLING Cuz I got her a partner idea hehehe <3

LONG RAMBLING UNDER THE CUT!!! (btw bless chu I appreciate u <3 )

ABOUT CULT OF THE GOAT AU:

About the Purple Crown: Ive been seeing a lot of interpretations of Goat's Crown going around and honestly Id like to put in my cents: I dont think the Crown being purple changes who the owner was, because the eye shape is still the same as Lamb's Which brings me to think that, just like how in COTL everything seems to be colored after warmer/reddish colors, everything in Goat's universe must be following cooler/purpleish palettes What does that mean to me? That ALL the other Crowns are of different colors as well, maybe a colder one compared to their original ones

Im still thinking about what each of them would be here but so far I like to think that Yellow -> Ocean green?? Green -> Blue Blue -> dark pink? Purple -> Cyan/White

I think the Crown shapes would still be the same + what each Bishop's domain would be as well

About Aym and Baal: They were never offered to Narinder. Shamura didnt have that compassion. They were so mad at their brother that they couldnt bring themselves to consider his feelings for being banished. Neither did any of the other siblings, for they wouldve been too busy fighting off Old Gods and hunting for empowerment

So where are Aym and Baal? Theyre alive! With Forneus! And both of them are lil jerks as much as their mother Taught to steal, lie and fight, all in order to survive no matter what. The twins have already expressed wanting to go out and explore the world, but Forneus refuses to let her kids go, much for her own selfish reasons of them being the only things that make her happy in this fcked up world AND because, of course, she loves them. She knows how cruel the world has turned into, she does not want to lose them Aym and Baal never met Narinder, and Narinder never met them Maybe eventually, while Goat is out in a crusade, they shall cross paths........as enemies

About the Purgatory: This is still smtng I am speculating about, but what I have so far: instead of it being MS to tell the Goat to free the Bishops from their deserved-suffering, itd be them asking the deity if such thing was possible, because Narinder wouldve been feeling bad about it He believes that his siblings could change over time, especially now that the Crowns were relinquished by the Goats power, and so they are allowed to have that chance This would unlock many scenarios of the Bishops actively trying to take over the cult, run away or kill the Goat + their followers. It is smtng Ill let cook for a while more

IF ANYTHING Id just- leave them dead lol they wouldnt be redeemable in this world (BUT BECAUSE I LOVE MY SKRUNKLIES EQUALLY ILL TRY TO MAKE IT WORK-)

ABOUT HEKET: Ehehehe I accidentally started shipping her with my follower OC Astrid so we'll see how it goes

Astrid is someone who keeps to herself for the sake of others; she is not used to opening up and oftentimes believes her pain is not worth of complains compared to others she is caring for However, she is very much talkative, maybe as a way to make her forget her problems Whilst Heket she- well. She cant. Talk much it hurts like hell UASHDNJASMDK

SO WE HAVE A TALKATIVE BUBBLY GF WITh her mostly quiet butch wife that shes constantly having to change the bandages of <3

I have a dialogue set up for them which I shall get to drawing a comic for as soon as I am done with thIS CURRENT COMIC-

ANYWAYS thats the ramblings for now, HOPE YALL LIKE THE IDEAS bless u again for givng me a free pass made me rlly happy MWEHE,,!! 💜💜💜

[tonberry-yoda]

Diegosaur requesting for Gyro wow how surprising and original(not)!!!

LMFAO i cant help it i love him sm

I just rlly rlly rlly wanna try different hairstyles on him bc his hair is so WOOOWW so like HES PERFECT FOR THE JOB

Braids curls pigtails literally anythingomg

I really dont know how to like title this like js use it as some kind of fanfic inspo(??i dont know man is that how it works) so i can save u some time for the topic💯

just having some fun with Gyro and his hair fr🫶🏻🫶🏻

Looks straight out of an ad for hair products if u ask me🤷‍♀️

ANYWAY TY SOOSOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOO MUUUUUCH FOR YOUR TIME I SAW UR PENDING REQUESTS AND OH MY GOD I (and im sure we all) APPRECIATE U SOMUCHH TY FOR UR WORK🩷🫶🏻

Hair Stylist - Gyro Zeppeli

notes - I have really been missing SBR and my Italian cowboy, so I RUSHED over to my pending requests and literally SEARCHED for this one. It's one of my fav requests and I was so happy to do it for you. I can only imagine how soft this man's hair is, but even so, I'm really happy I wrote this. Thanks for the request! ilysm stay super hydrated!! <333

word count - 367

"What are you doing back there?" Gyro asked for the fifth time, trying to turn around, but you grabbed his hair tighter to stop him from doing it. "Ow! Hey! Just tell me!"

"Stop moving or you'll ruin it!" you told him, starting another braid on the back of his head.

"Ruin what?!"

"You'll get mad if I say it. And I'm already too far."

"I won't get mad, I swear. Just tell me or I'm gonna get even more mad."

You sighed and finished the braid on his head before grabbing a nearby mirror to show him the curls and braids you put in his hair.

Gyro grabbed the mirror from you, his face in complete shock and he touched every part of his hair that you did up even finding some colorful hair ties and even beads braided in.

"Don't be mad." you said, hiding behind a pillow from the couch.

Gyro stared at himself for a bit longer, feeling the soft curls again and again. You peeked out from behind the pillow to find him in awe and didn't know what to say.

"Gyro I-"

"Well, are you gonna finish the job?" he asked, sitting in an angle where you could continue and handing you a brush.

Now you were the one in shock. "Y-You want me to do your hair?"

He just nodded, knowing that he was blushing. He would've never let anyone do this EVER, but knowing that he wasn't going to be leaving the house anytime soon and knowing that you would be the only one to see this was fine with him.

So quickly, you got back to work, tying his hair up and curling it. It didn't take you long to finish the job, which was nice.

"There, done." You showed Gyro his reflection again and he laughed.

"I look like a little girl." he said, playing with the little beads tied into his hair.

"Is it bad?"

"No. It's fun. I like it."

You smiled to yourself and hugged around the back of Gyro's chest. "You have really soft hair."

"Do I?"

You just nodded and pressed a kiss onto his back.

"We should do this again sometime."

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[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

ZEROING IN ON POSTAL DUDE MATCHUPS AND SENDING ONE AT 5AM BEFORE I FORGET-- I am 23yo genderfluid whos 5'0" and pansexual-- Afab but I genuinly don't care what others view me as. Straight, chest length brown hair that tends to be in my face a lot- bright green eyes with rlly noticable bags underneath. I wear baggy grungy/goth clothes that hide my figure most of the time but rare occassions where I'll wear more form revealing stuff- I've got the absolutely worst sleep schedule and tend to talk in my sleep too (either random convos or just creepy shit like "watch out for the man in the corner.") I set pretty high expectations for myself and get frustrated if they don't turn out perfect but I never have those expectations for others- I do a lot of art projects and crafts (usually horror related). I tend to be pretty spaced out and quiet around people I dont know/like but once I'm with people I'm comfortable with then I go absolutely fucking insane (positive). I'd need someone who won't get upset or annoyed when I'm in a depressive or manic mood- and someone who'd be cool with me bringing home weird shit from time to time (antique items, weird stuffed animals. Bones for taxidermy--) in a relationship I get nervous with PDA but wont outright reject it- and I just ger nervous and flustered at any sort of romantic interest/intent since I'm not used to it IWNSJSNDJ (im so excited i havent gotten a matchup in SO LONG and they're so fun and hehehehe)

IM SO EXCITED TOO!!! Matchups are fun to do and fun to make!!

Your Postal Dude is:

Postal 3 Dude

Okay here me out he is actually a great partner/bf/husband

How you may ask? Well, he’s an admirable jerk who’s not afraid to love on you at any given chance. I feel like he would also try to kiss you at bad timing, accidentally kissing your eye. THE EMBODIMENT OF THE “He a little confused but he got the spirit” FRESH PRINCE OF BEL-AIR GIF. He’ll listen to you if you’re uncomfy with PDA but let him know. Otherwise he has a static cling-kind of public show off to his amazing sweetheart of a partner

Definitely loves your horror artwork. He can help give ideas of crazy horror creatures/concepts to draw if the artist block kicks up. It’s actually impressively eerie. I know this is P3, but he would think up of monsters like the ones in the Asylum level of Brain Damaged.

Taxidermy/antiques aren’t too weird to things he’s brought home himself. Sometimes he comes home with a bunch of weird Krotchy themed trinkets, sometimes it’s vintage jewelry. And sometimes, he comes home with possum hanging by the jaw on his arm. Get him checked for rabies.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on eBay shit. A big chunk of income is eBay selling. Dude once sold a potato chip shaped like George Carlin for $5000. Someone actually bought it too. He may occasionally surprised you with macabre gifts as a token of his love.

He is your hype man. Your cheerleader. Dude has an effect where when he gets more energetic in wrecking mayhem to the point anyone surrounding him looses control too. Two souls become one chaos tornado. But it’s sweet because he’s never been happier

Dude can brush off a bad reaction. He definitely has his fair share. Nevertheless, this guy can be surprisingly solid out of the blue. Especially when it comes to perfectionism. “Honey, my whole life is a testimony of imperfections. You’re already pretty damn great just as you are. And if anyone’s got a problem with that? Fuck ‘em.”

[elf-osamu]

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU NOW

[ mastelist ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated ]

hurt/comfort, romantic relationship, sasaki shūmei x male!reader

warning(s) : physical fight mention! wounds/bruises mention! sasaki's taking care of them tho <3

word count : 514 words

request : hi!! so i just happened upon ur account cos i ended up reading your sasaki hc’s . and oh my god im literally in love 😭 i just lovelovelove sasaki sm he means the world to me—i just recently finished watching the anime so im honestly just having a lot of brainrot !! this turned into a bit of a ramble, i apologize, but uhhm—i was wondering if you could maybe do a little one shot of protective sasaki x male reader ?? i dont really have much of a plot in mind but i do enjoy hurt/comfort and fluff quite a bit !! im sorry if this is a lot i tend to ramble when i get excited and i just . love sasaki to bits :’)) thank you so much if you got to the end of this i really enjoy your writing (i also read your bsd ones, and i rlly love bsd and your writing aaaa c’: <3) /pospospos

a/n : (if you saw this post before... no you didn't/j, i'm trying to fight the algorithm) hi !!! i'm glad you liked my works, it means a lot to me :) <3 and don't be sorry, i enjoy receiving asks, regardless of whether they are short or not !

sasaki isn't someone who understimates you - in fact, quite the opposite. he knows that you're perfectly capable to take care of yourself, he has no doubts about it; this being said, he can't help the part of him that wants to keep you safe at all costs, no matter the time nor place.

his protective nature has probably roots in his childhood, which has led him to be more mindful and thoughtful of his - and others' - actions. for example, if someone gets hurt, sasaki is the first to aid them and settle things down, in case they're in a dangerous situation.

so, to put it simple, he just wants his boyfriend, you, to be safe and sound - especially when you're out with him, meaning he can genuinely be of help, if needed.

this very day, something quite unexpected has happened: you were beyond happy to having finished your classes and were heading towards the exit of your school to meet shuumei when, well, you found yourself in the middle of a fight which didn't involve you at all — you just so happened to walk in two people arguing over each other, a punch accidentally landed on your face, you legitimately reacted and... the rest is history.

now you are in sasaki's house, specifically sitting on his bed while he gently cleans your wounds from the recent brawl. his warming touch is tender on your skin, making sure it doesn't cause any other discomfort in your body; your boyfriend's gaze is intently focused on his duty, as he'd call it, and you can't help but feeling grateful for his presence in your life.

“shuumei, i'm thankful for your help, really, but it isn't that serious,” you comment as he adds another layer of gauze pad on your elbow, his fingers are caressing your arm. “i'm completely fine- ahia!” you exclaim when you feel his index finger lightly pressing on another bruise on your leg.

“mh, i wouldn't be so sure,” sasaki replies earnestly, though he's suppressing a grin after you sigh in defeat. “just let me take care of you, 'kay?”

he's sitting in front of you, with crossed legs, on the other side of the bed; your knees are slightly rubbing each other while he moves to apply an ointment layer on your injuries spots, which aren't covered with gauze or bandaids yet. anyone could figure out how much great care he's using in regards of your well-being, how much he loves you just from the way shuumei is trying to heal your wounds.

the last, but not least painful, bruise is on your left cheek, where you were first punched on. at this point, sasaki grabs gently your jaw and leaves a kiss on the wounded skin, then one on your lips.

“how are you feeling now?”, he murmurs, kissing your chin.

you grin at him, taking his hand in yours. “definitely better. thank you, shuumei. i appreciate it”.

“good,” he kisses you again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “next time don't be so reckless, love, okay?”.

[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

[kamiversee]

kami kami kami..oh how happy you make me with these chapters IF ONLY YOU KNEW. Anyways…

1. WHYD CHOSO THREATEN MY BOY INO LIKE THAT ! When i was reading i was like 🤨 cause ino did NOT deserve that fr. My bbg got so scared too like leave him alone choso��� and the fact that choso says ino was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her BUT IK DAMN WELL INO DID NOT MEAN THAT. my poor baby was so nervous and he couldnt even keep his eyes on the reader fr so whats choso on abt.

2. CHOSO??!?!??😫😫😫😩 why was he so babygirl this chapter. HIS LIL HUMS AND MHMS LIKE BLOW MY BACK OUT CHOSO PLEASE😫🙏 AND HIM BEING CLINGY IS JS SUCH A TURN ON TO ME LIKE YES LAY YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER AND CUDDLE UP INTO ME UNTIL UR IN MY SKIN. HES SO OH EM GEE

3. yuki. yuki yuki yuki. lord i KNEW i was gonna fall for that woman. The way you described her and lord the way she was sitting. I have never physically drooled over a character before but boy oh boy. AND SHE WAS FLIRTING WITH US ?? guys idk but i think she wants me ☺️ am i delulu or am i her solulu fr😫 i need her in me and if the next chapter is not me getting dick downed by that lady, i dont want it. (yes i do keep it coming)

4.Tell me why i misread the “best friend of gojo” and read it as js “gojo” I WAS SO SHOCKED I LITERALLY TURNED OFF MY PHONE AND SCREAMED. I was like there is no way we’re getting a chapter with both choso and gojo. After a minute of screaming, I opened tumblr again js to see “geto suguru” at the bottom..😞 the delusions have really taken over my brain. I need to stop thinking about gojo so much and go outside and touch some grass. Either way, I am not disappointed at all and I am so excited to see what the next chapter has to offer😈 (i NEED drama)

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ANOTHER ONE TO BREAK DOWN LETS GOO

1. Well, Ino & the reader did just flirt with each other a few nights ago so him looking at her like he wants to fuck her isn’t rlly tht off ^.^

2. I KNOW RIGHT UGH I NEED TO EAT HIM BRO😩 PARR THOSE THIGHS AND LEMME GOBBLE GOBBLE- anyways, yes he’s very bbg & ilhsm!!

3. I need her to js whip the strap out in the next chapter ngl😖

4. LMFAOOOO IM CRYING WAIT HELP😭 because im dyslexic I literally understand this sm HELP ME💀💀