#im being dramatic btw it's not THAT bad lmao

[kottaniq]

One thing i love about myself is the fact i wrote an entire backstory for Swanky and it's a complete tragedy as he was the saddest kong to ever live in the island

[dandyshucks]

me telling Guz how I unknowingly walked on a bleeding foot all day and watched a show that fucked me up so bad that I was shaking for three whole hours afterwards

[nataliesfirefly]

You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 6

a/n: hey guys!! im so sorry this part has taken me so long! im currently on a trip so i havent had much time to write! but i hope this makes up for it, im super excited for yall to read this!!! also i think im going to plan for this series to have a few more chapters, probably max 9 or 10! i love it sm i really dont want it to end 😭 but anyways enjoyyy and comment what you think! and again i apologize if the smut is mid.. btw this is not proofread LMAO

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warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, angst, language, smoking, afab reader

You’re sitting in your bed, reading a magazine, when your flip phone rings. You lean forward to pick it up from the corner of the bed, wondering who could be calling you this late. You raise your eyebrows when you see that it’s Lola. You haven’t spoken to her since school got out. Nevertheless, you answer it and put the phone up to your ear.

“Lola! Hey,” You grin. “Oh my God, I’m so glad you picked up. I’m so bored around here,” She groans, and you smile even bigger at the sound of her voice on the other end. “Around where?” You ask curiously.

“My parents’. I have to babysit my younger sister all the time. It’s exhausting, really,” She moans. “I just want to like, go to a party or something. Honestly, I would even prefer to be going to classes right now instead of this.”

“Wow. That must mean it’s really bad then, huh?” You continue flipping through the magazine, your eyes scanning through the apparently trending fashion and makeup choices at the moment.

“Yes. Ugh. You’re at Saltburn, right?” She asks. “Yeah.” You reply.

“How’s that going?” Lola questions, and you hear another voice in the background that sounds like her, only higher-pitched. “No, I’m on the phone. Go away. Shoo,”

You try not to snicker at her shooing away her little sister. “It’s…” You trail off, trying to decide the right way to describe how the summer is going so far for you. “I don’t know. Different.”

“How so?” You pause and wonder if you should tell her what’s been going on. You decide it’s probably better not to and keep some things to yourself.

“I think it’s just cause we’re growing up. I mean, we graduate in less than two years.” You shrug and reach over to grab your glass of wine. “Oh God, don’t remind me. My parents are still asking me what my plans are,” She sighs loudly.

“I can’t believe it.” You shake your head and close the magazine, uninterested in the latest celebrity drama. An idea suddenly forms in your mind.

“Hey, the Cattons are throwing one of their big summer parties in a few days. I could invite you?” You suggest. You hear Lola gasp. “Really?! I’d love to go. I’ve heard so many stories about the Saltburn parties.” She makes it sound so dramatic, and you giggle.

“And you’d get a chance to see Felix,” You grin as you hear her jumping around. “Yeah, I would! You don’t need to convince me any further. I’ll be there,” She pauses. “Wait, but they’ll let me come, right?”

“Oh, of course. They like me a lot, so I’m sure they won’t mind.” You assure her. “Okay, perfect. Thank you so much, my love. I’ll let you get some sleep. See you soon!” She squeals excitedly and you roll your eyes with a smile as she hangs up.

You set down your phone and sigh, looking around your dim room.

You haven’t been able to get Farleigh out of your mind since your little… moment two nights ago. He’s not avoiding you, but he’s not being nice either. He’s gone back to teasing you and embarrassing you in front of the Cattons. You should’ve known that if you got too close, he’d pull away and return to his old ways.

But every little glance you two share has your stomach fluttering and your heart pounding. Every insult meant to hurt or offend you has the opposite effect. In some depraved way, you like when he degrades you. The past two nights, you’ve laid awake and stared up at the ceiling, trying to relive that night when he made you feel so good. Just the thought of him had your mind reeling. You would do anything just to feel that way again. You’re hooked.

You can’t just keep wallowing in these feelings. You want to talk to him, work things out, and go back to how they used to be a week ago. More importantly, you just want to be in his presence. It gives you some kind of thrill to be around him. It’s like a game of roulette to see which version of him you’ll get each time, and you love it. You crave his attention.

You climb off of your large bed and walk determinedly to your door, opening it quietly and sneaking down the hallway. It’s quite a long walk to Farleigh’s room, but you don’t care. You pass Felix’s room, then Venetia’s. Both of their lights are out, telling you that everyone in the house is probably asleep by now. You can only hope and pray that Farleigh isn’t.

You eventually find yourself standing in front of his room. Dim light peeks through from under his door, and you sigh with relief. He’s still awake. Your decision catches up to you and you realize how stupid it is that you’re about to knock on his door. You shake your head to clear your doubt, raising your hand and gently knocking.

You hear his bed shifting and footsteps following close after. You swallow nervously, your throat suddenly feeling dry. Your heart races with anticipation as he finally opens the door.

Fuck. He’s shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. Your eyes trail down subconsciously before you blink and look back up to his face. Is he wearing underwear?

“Hello,” He says, his grin foxlike. “I can’t sleep. Can we talk?” You ask, your voice shaky. You curse yourself for sounding nervous. He crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. “Talk about what?” He questions.

You pause, unsure of what to say next. What were you going to talk about? He would deny any feelings towards you, so what was the point of even coming here?

“Just let me in, please.” You step forward and avoid his gaze. He steps to the side wordlessly, opening the door further to let you into his room.

You breathe in the familiar scent of that candle he’s always burning, and the scent of his cologne. It’s musky and spicy, with notes of vanilla. You tried to memorize it everytime you were close to him. You walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge, looking up at him as he closes the door behind him.

“Can I have a cigarette?” You ask, pointing to the pack sitting on his bedside table. He nods, and you carefully take one. He hands you the lighter.

He stares down at you as you light the cigarette, taking a drag from it. He chuckles to himself and you exhale, furrowing your eyebrows. “What’s funny?”

“You always said you hated the smell. Yet here you are, asking me for a cigarette,” He replies with a scoff. “Maybe you’re just a bad influence,” You shoot back, and his smile slightly fades.

You can see his eyes traveling down your body, lingering on your thighs and your bare legs. You had outgrown these sleep shorts, but you never cared because you figured no one would see you in them. Well, there goes that.

“Are we not going to talk about the other night?” You mutter. “What’s there to talk about?” He replies, and you roll your eyes. “Are you-” You pause and let out a frustrated breath. “Are you serious?” You exclaim angrily.

“You can’t blame it on being drunk this time, Farleigh.” You tell him, and he freezes, his gaze faltering downwards.

“Can we not talk about that? Let’s just…” He sighs with exasperation and sits next to you. You turn away from him, looking out the window. You decide not to press the issue, since it’s apparently too much for him to think about right now. Honestly, you aren’t even able to fully process what’s been going on between you two.

“Let’s just… talk,” He says finally, and you face him again, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. “Okay.” You shrug. It’s what you both do best: Talking. About anything and everything, despite the strange history of your relationship. You guessed that it was because you had known each other for so long, that it just came naturally. He’s just… real. He’s never pretending or putting on a façade, at least around you he’s not. Around the Cattons, he has to, because to them he’s just the wild child, the comedic relief, the American. You feel like you are the only one that gets to see the real Farleigh, and it feels like a privilege. But you know that’s not true, and you choose to believe it anyway.

“So… Our third year at Oxford,” Farleigh says. You let out a breath and raise your eyebrows. “Can’t believe it’s already been two years,” You both smile, thinking of all the good and bad memories you’ve made so far during your years at university.

“Can I be honest?” You ask, and he nods. “I’m scared.” You say simply. His eyebrows knit together. “Of what?” He replies. “Graduating. You know, I’ll probably go to graduate school or something, but I need to start making my own money. Get a job. Do adult things,” You sigh just at the thought of all the responsibilities. “I can’t be on a scholarship forever. Or have my parents pay forever,” You continue, shaking your head. “I’m putting them through enough as it is.”

Farleigh nods again with a look of understanding. “I might go back to the states. See my mom, maybe stay there for a while.” He says. You can’t help but feel a little sad at the thought of him being away for so long. You hate to admit it, but you would miss him.

“But we don’t have to worry about that right now. You’re too uptight. Let yourself have fun,” He nudges you softly. “I’m trying,” You mutter. “Well, you’re smoking. That’s one step closer,” He laughs a bit and you roll your eyes.

It goes quiet and you stare down into your lap. You can feel his eyes on you, and your heart begins to race with anticipation. That familiar tension returns in the air between you and Farleigh.

You look up slightly, his eyes meeting with yours. Your stomach churns as you look down to see his hand inching towards your thigh, eventually resting on top of it. “I know why you came here,” He says, his voice lowered.

You look back up to him. “What?” You whisper. “Don’t play dumb,” He shakes his head. “I’m not.” You reply, trying hard not to break the intense eye contact.

You gulp nervously and finally look away, your face giving you away and burning red. “Hmm,” He hums, his thumb brushing across your thigh. You try to distract yourself by pressing the cigarette out on the ashtray on his bedside table, watching the little flame burn out.

He gently reaches up and grabs your chin, tilting your head back towards him. He drags his thumb down your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes. He grins slightly before moving his hand to cup your cheek, leaning in closer until your noses brush together. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You know Farleigh is emotionally unavailable and toxic, and he won’t ever discuss his feelings or yours. But you can’t help but melt into the kiss, his touch, his aura. It’s like he’s magnetic, pulling you in everytime you try to pull away.

Somehow, every single time he kisses you, it’s better than the first time. Your tongues intertwine as your lips move in a perfect rhythm while both of you fall back onto his bed clumsily. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and the one that was resting on your leg moves up to rest on your waist, his fingers caressing your bare skin due to your tank top riding up. He eventually shifts his position so that he’s on top of you, and you turn to lay on your back underneath him.

His kisses begin to move down to your jawline, then your neck. He sucks and licks your skin so cruelly, but you don’t want him to stop. You breathe in the scent of his hair, his curls tickling your face, and you can already feel yourself becoming weak again.

You feel his hands start to trail down your body, resting on your hips, as he moves down the bed and you peer down to see him looking up at you from between your legs. Feverish heat burns across your skin just at the sight of it.

“Wait, wait. I’ve never-“ You start, suddenly feeling nervous. “It’s okay,” Farleigh replies, his eyes soft and warm as he gazes up at you. “Just relax,” He murmurs, gently pulling down your shorts and panties at the same time, shuffling them off your legs.

Just relax, you think. Easier said than done. You’ve pictured this moment so many times in the past few days, and you can’t believe it’s becoming reality.

And of all the times you’ve fantasized about this, none of them could ever do Farleigh’s beauty justice. His dark eyes are shining with something of lust and hunger, his plush lips slightly parted and his shoulders broad and golden. His curly hair is only slightly wet from his shower earlier, yet still perfectly coiled.

He looks up at you, trying to convey something through his gaze. “So pretty,” He mutters, tracing a finger along your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your stomach fluttering already.

He lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders. Your heart pounds in anticipation and you can hear yourself breathing among the silence.

Farleigh leans down and presses a few kisses along your inner thigh, and you don’t know how much longer you can stand his teasing. You watch him gaze up at you through his lashes as he dips a finger into your wetness and you see the smirk that tugs at his lips. He raises his eyebrows at you and your face turns red. “Stop,” You cover your face with both hands, your stomach doing flips. You can’t handle how perfect he looks right now, even as he teases you for how soaked you are already.

“Hey, look at me,” He says, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. You let your hands fall back to your sides, smiling shyly. His expression turns more serious as he furrows his brows, slipping his finger inside of you. He moans before you even can, his head falling against your thigh.

That familiar stretch around his finger has your mind reeling as you throw your head back. He pulls it out and you whimper at the loss, until you feel his middle and ring finger on your clit. Your hands instinctively move to grasp the sheets as he strokes your bundle of nerves perfectly, letting your head fall back down to watch him. He continues to maintain eye contact and it makes you so weak.

Your brain almost turns to mush as you see him leaning down, his head buried between your legs. A moan louder than you intended leaves your mouth as you feel his tongue greedily licking a stripe up your pussy.

“Shit,” You huff, your chest heaving up and down. No one had ever given you head before, until now, so you didn’t really understand your girlfriends when they would tell you how amazing it felt. But now, you completely get it. His tongue moves in long, slow strokes and his pretty nose nudges perfectly against your clit.

He barely lifts his head so he can stare up at you to watch your reaction. You grind up against his face, your hand reaching down to grab a handful of his curls. He groans at the feeling before inserting a finger again, moving at the perfect pace along with his tongue. The combination is enough to make your legs shake. The lewd sounds of him lapping up your cum and both of your wanton moans echo throughout his room.

“Farleigh!” You almost scream his name before letting out a long, drawn out moan. He glances up at you once more, his pupils huge with lust. He moans against you as he absolutely devours you, adding a second finger in. His long fingers brush against that divine spot inside of you and you whimper helplessly, your other hand gripping his sheets as if it could help ground you somehow. That delicious heat builds in the base of your stomach, spreading like a fire.

“I’m gonna-“ You gasp for air, your chest heaving up and down. His eyes are half-lidded and he seems completely lost in the moment, just absolutely pussy drunk. “Let go,” He says, his voice deep and raspy.

And you do exactly that. The pleasure shoots through your veins like a drug, your grasp in his hair tightening and your hips rolling as you ride it out. You eventually come down from your high, letting your legs drop from his shoulders as you let out a shaky sigh, your heart still pounding against your ribs.

“Fuckk,” You breathe out, resting your head against the pillow. Farleigh crawls over you, leaning down to kiss you. The lower half of his face is covered in your slick, but you couldn’t care less. He kisses you passionately, desperately, groaning into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it just turns you on even more.

He pulls away, his lips hovering over yours. You look up at him and suddenly feel an indescribable desire wash over you as you stare into his deep brown eyes. It’s like you can’t get close enough to him, like you need more than everything he’s already given you. You want him inside of you. You want to feel every part of him. You want him to feel every part of you.

“Farleigh,” You whisper, reaching up to touch his face. “What is it?” He whispers back, lightly touching your own face.

“I want you,” You say. You don’t care how stupid you sound right now. This carnal desire has completely taken over you.

“In what way?” He replies, smirking smugly. “I think you know which way I mean,” You mutter. You don’t have time for his teasing, although you love it.

His expression softens and he seems to understand what you mean. “Please, I need you,” You can’t believe you’re begging for Farleigh of all people right now. You know you’ll be regretting it later. His eyes widen and he seems shocked by your confession.

“Far…” You whisper, tracing your finger along his lips. He opens his mouth to speak, hesitating slightly.

“Do you know what you do to me?” He asks, his voice soft. You look up at him and tilt your head. He takes your hand and guides it down below his waist while still looking down at you. You gasp softly when you feel that his dick is so hard underneath his sweatpants. It has to be painful. You slowly rub your hand against him and his eyebrows draw together as he stutters slightly, and it almost looks like he’s in pain.

“Baby-“ Farleigh whimpers. “Please,” You beg once again, and he nods, quickly taking his pants off and throwing them somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. You look down at his dick, and you have to keep your jaw from dropping.

It’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen, and although you haven’t seen many in your lifetime, you know he would be considered above average. It’s long, with a bit of girth to it, veiny and already leaking precum from the tip. You feel yourself starting to get nervous. You aren’t sure if you could even take all of it, but hell, you’re going to try. You hope he didn’t pick up on your reaction, because you know he would tease you over it.

He places his hands on either side of your head and leans down onto his elbows. He never takes his eyes off yours as he positions himself. You wrap your legs around his waist, letting your ankles rest on his back.

He slowly begins to slide in, and you grunt quietly at the pain. He goes a bit deeper before you panic and place a hand on his lower stomach, stopping him. “I can’t-“ You wince in pain.

“Yes, you can. You can take it,” He nods and brushes the side of your face with his fingers. He takes your hand off of his stomach gently and places your arm back onto the bed. You nod in an attempt to encourage yourself, gritting your teeth to withstand the pain. You reach up to his shoulders, resting your hands on his shoulder blades, trying to keep your nails from digging into his skin as you hold onto him.

“Fuck,” Farleigh grunts as your walls grip him tightly, sucking him in. Eventually he’s buried inside of you to the hilt, and you can feel every inch of him. You’re still trying to adjust to his size, and the pain is slowly subsiding as he groans and drops his head and closes his eyes. You press your hips up against his, trying to get him to start moving. “Far,” You mutter. You can tell he’s trying to hold back. He breathes heavily and opens his eyes again, gazing into yours.

“I’m ready,” You whisper. His eyebrows knit together as he rolls his hips slowly, causing your eyes to roll back and drawing a short moan out of you. He shudders, slightly pulling out of you before thrusting back in. You wonder how he’s so good at this as your nails dig crescent moons into his back with each slow thrust and roll of his hips. Your mouth falls open and you try to be quieter but it’s no use.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, his curls tickling your face. He’s whimpering and moaning your name and other incoherent nonsense right into your ear. He sets a beautiful rhythm, his bed creaking underneath you as you sink into the plush of the mattress. You think you hear the headboard hitting the wall but you don’t care about the loud sounds you two are creating. You just don’t want this moment to end.

He looks back up to you and you can see he’s already fucked out. His eyes are even more glazed over than before and sex sweat forms on his brow. He whimpers helplessly and pants heavily. “You’re so good,” He breathes. “So, so good,” You could probably cum just from his words alone.

You let out a wanton moan as he hits that spot again, deep inside of you. “Oh, fuck!” You gasp and claw at his shoulders. He drops his head again, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you faster and deeper each time, hitting your spot over and over once he’s found it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” He groans against your neck and you feel tears brimming in your eyes. “Farleigh- It’s-“ You can’t seem to form words, your brain turned to sizzling hot liquid. “I know, I know,” He whimpers, his voice slightly higher pitched and breathless. You try to hold on longer, but you’re already coming undone as your orgasm hits you sooner than you expected. Your body stills and you clench even harder around him. He moans, that pained expression crossing his face once again. “Oh God,” He chokes out, his thrusts beginning to become less steady.

“Where should I-“ Farleigh pants. “Inside,” You tell him. You’re on birth control, but you don’t have the mental capacity to explain that to him or explain why. His hips stutter and he stiffens, finishing inside of you, the warm feeling spreading throughout your lower stomach. He collapses on top of you, his head on your chest, resting on the soft fabric of your shirt.

You’re already sleepy and physically exhausted from what just took place. You breathe in his scent one more time and let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and trying to process what you just did. Then he’s wrapping his arms around you gently before pulling out of you slowly. You grunt a bit, feeling a dull ache between your legs, but you can’t help but miss the feeling of him inside of you.

He adjusts the both of you so that you’re both laying on your side, allowing you to stretch out a bit and cuddle up to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you, and for a moment, it feels like a real relationship. Something you had never experienced. Something deep. Something real. And then you remember that it’s not. After this, he will go back to avoiding you and acting like he can’t stand you. You just wish that he would put his pride away and admit to you what he really feels. But what does he really feel? Are you stupid for thinking that there’s something here?

Farleigh strokes his fingers through your hair, brushing away some of the strands plastered onto your forehead by your sweat. He seems to notice your silence.

“You’re thinking too much,” He says, his voice beautifully hoarse. You sigh, relaxing your shoulders. “Am I?” You reply, your voice weaker than you thought it would be.

“Just sleep here tonight,” He mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. You so badly want to ask him to be serious and have an actual conversation with you about your… relationship.

“Okay… but we need to talk about this,” You respond quietly. He sighs and shifts a bit, careful not to move you too much. “We can in the morning,” He says, but you know that won’t happen. You’ll just have to settle for no answers to your questions for the time being.

You curl up closer to him and let your eyes close, breathing slowly and peacefully. “Goodnight,” You murmur. “Night,” He replies, sounding just as tired as you are. You drift off to sleep in Farleigh Start’s arms.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

You were usually on okay terms with Farleigh. But you remember exactly when the dislike turned into hatred.

It was right before end of term exams and Felix convinced you to go to the pub to blow off some steam and relax after all your revising. You reluctantly agreed, then regret your decision when you saw Farleigh and Sasha there.

It was pretty far into the evening and you were beginning to get sleepy. You had spaced out for a moment, staring out the window and watching the snow fall before you heard something that peaked your interest.

“I mean, Felix, you have got to settle down,” Farleigh chuckled and nudged Sasha, pointing his cigarette at Felix.

Felix grinned stupidly and shrugged. “Listen, mate. I’ve tried.” Some other friends of his joined in with the laughter.

You sat up and leaned forward, facing Farleigh. “You’re one to comment on relationships,” You said, raising an eyebrow. Everyone else sort of quieted down after hearing your words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Farleigh rolled his eyes at you and Sasha just glared. “You and Sasha. You’re dysfunctional.” You responded, unafraid to challenge him.

“Excuse me?” Sasha looked at you like you just committed a hate crime. “Yeah. He cheats on you, you cheat on him, you get back together, blah blah blah.” You took a sip of your beer and shrugged. “It’s gone on for almost a year now. It’s exhausting,”

Farleigh chuckled. “Ohh, you want to come after my relationship?” He smirked as if he was cooking up a plan in his mind of how to humiliate you best.

“Well, I bet you would like everyone to know that you lost your virginity to Joshua Brown,” Farleigh said, loud enough for even people from other tables to hear. A small chorus of gasps echoed across the room.

“You’re desperate, easy, and sloppy. You take anyone who wants you. I guess that’s what happens when you get no attention before you go to college, hm?” He just kept going, and the whole room went silent

“I’ve seen you walk out of so many dorms at six in the morning, it’s insane. You can’t even keep a fucking man,” Farleigh’s tone was harsher and colder than you’d ever heard before. Felix was staring at you in shock and Sasha was giving you that judgemental look.

You looked around to see all the pairs of eyes on you. “Fucking hell, Farleigh,” Felix muttered, shaking his head at him.

You stood up and grabbed your bag hastily, storming out of the pub with tears in your eyes. Why was he such a bitch? Why did he hate you?

Your reputation was officially ruined. All that time, he never told anyone about your situation with Joshua. Until now. He was doing so well. The whole class thought you were an innocent and pure, high achieving student, and now what would they think? You wish you didn’t care so much about how others perceive you, but you do.

You hated Farleigh. You hated him for ruining your reputation and your image. It was impossible to get him back or do something worse, since basically everyone knew he was a slut. But he got praised for it.

Ever since that night at the pub, other students would look at you sideways and whisper things about you as if you couldn’t hear them.

Fuck you, Farleigh. You decided you were officially done with him and your weird friendship. Even if that meant having to avoid him at every cost.

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[ariseur]

hey again 👀 soooo you said i should send another ask if i had an idea and diva you said that to the wrong person. i have too many lmao

im stressing that u should write this at your own time! no rush :)

but yeah im actually writing a longform seph/reader fic where the reader is from a southern/appalachian coded town near gongaga. my idea id love to have your spin on is a scene where sephiroth (someone raised on protein powder and spinach probably) gets to try some real southern comfort food that the reader makes for him :). im talking biscuits, fried chicken, some kind of creamy noodle dish, just all the unhealthy savory goodness

he deserves it 🥺

ty for the last request again btw✨💕

“ spread kisses like honey. ”

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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omg this has been sitting in my drafts sooo long!! this was really cute and i loved writing it, it reminded me of lucy gray and coriolanus snow from hg hence why i put the title as a lyric from her ballad 💕 always look forward to your requests!! thank you againnn!!

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you and seph being sickly sweet towards each other, sephiroth being utterly in love with you in his inner monologue, kind of not canon because there are moments where i mention how sephiroth talks to genesis and angeal despite knowing zack and interacting with zack ( which like clashes with the entire point of cc .. but shhh i wanted domesticity ), intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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“you’ve never had this?” you gasped dramatically, your shocked face only to be met with sephiroth’s stoic one. he hesitantly nodded— was that.. a bad thing? did he somehow offend you in some way? the steam that had emitted from the plates below you set on the

“don’t you like pasta?” you asked, still utterly baffled.

he nodded slowly, “is something wrong?” he didn’t understand the confusion. there were a lot of foods he hasn’t tried, isn’t that normal for everyone? you blinked owlishly, lifting up the fork with the pasta noodles stabbed against the metal, the creamy sauce departing from the food in small, slow drips.

“what have you been eating if you’ve never had something as delicious as this?” you muttered, your lips reverting back into a tight ‘o’ as you blew on the fork— before finally slipping it into your mouth. “i’m shocked.” words muffled as you still chewed on your food, at least covering your mouth while you spoke.

sephiroth chuckled amusedly, “we’ve grown up in deeply contrasting places.” he crossed his arms against his chest, watching as you slurped up the pasta with stars in your eyes— occasionally opening your mouth to let the heat escape, soft steam pouring out from the small gap you’ve left while chewing. “still,” said you, “‘s so good.” he could barely make out your voice from how full your mouth was but he still shook his head as he leaned further back in his chair.

closing his eyes, he tilted his head down while he let the strands of snowy hair fell and covered bits of his face, blocking the bright sun even to the darkness beneath his eyelids. sephiroth didn’t pay much mind to the fact that your loud chewing of garlic bread and slurping of buttered food had come to a halt until he felt a strong aroma slip in from under his nostrils, it was only then did he open his eyes to see you holding the fork to his lips.

you held an expectant gaze and he quirked a brow before ultimately leaning forward while he let his eyes rake over the food. it looked a little messy, the sauce dripping over the place as you had ripped a piece of garlic bread off along with it and placed a chunk on the metal twinges of the utensil. he looked up again at you, waiting as you nodded your head and tried to keep your excitement contained. he blew on the fork a little bit before opening his mouth and letting it settle upon the steel. what could one bite do, he asked himself.

but once he had finally tried it, he could’ve dropped dead right then and there. the combination of the salty and savory flavors was perfect, and the way the bread had soaked some of it up too was incredible. sephiroth closed his eyes, letting his jaw work as he let his taste buds be blessed with what was known as your cooking. he had always seen you working your way through the kitchen, using various pots and pans and oils while you zipped around — and when sephiroth had offered help, you simply put a hand up and looked up at him for a split second, trying to simultaneously get the perfect roast as you smiled at him sweetly. that was enough for him.

despite watching you cook a lot ( and the only times he did get to help, he ended up being ordered by you to stand in the corner or measure occasional ingredients ), he had never actually savored something as good as this. being a first class prevented him from doing any good when it came to dinner time, either the timing being too late and you had already gone to bed or you were too tired and he decided not to bother you and he ate something small.

but this, he thought, this was perfection. when it came to you, sephiroth never let his appreciation go silent as he would always thank you or give you sayings of endearment and encouragement. he didn’t have words for this dish, he had never tried anything like it. so in awe, he merely said, “you’ve truly outdone yourself,” as he handed you back the fork. you didn’t mind the simple compliment. it never sounded generic to you when sephiroth would express his gratitude, even when they were mumbled in passing with dragged feet when he had come home from an exasperatingly tiring job, he always made sure to tell you how much he was grateful for you and what you do when he’s away.

he couldn’t wait until he was back at hq to boast to genesis and angeal about how delectable your cooking was. maybe zack, too — although sepiroth had a feeling that the energetic SOLDIER might just end up begging you for food even more. not that you minded, though. you were always so kind, sephiroth didn’t know how you were always able to do it.

“thanks.” you chimed, your voice ever so warm that it made his heart flutter. sephiroth wasn’t exactly what you’d call — expressive. he always held a smooth, cool tone of voice and occasionally threw a sassy remark towards you or genesis, or even that kid zack fair he introduced you to. but you understood his inflection of which he spoke in, you could tell his emotion even when he had entered a room ( and vice versa ). you were one of the most cherished things in sephiroth’s life and it could not go unnoticed.

with his tongue peeking out from between his bottom lip to gather some of the residual flavor that was left behind, his eyes roamed across the table further to more so further treasure your sacrifices ( of both time and food ).

“what’s that over there?” he lifted a finger, almost perfectly manicured despite using his hands excessively in battle, to point over at a small white dish filled with elbow macaroni and a homemade cheese sauce. you turned your head and grinned, reaching over the wooden dining table to grab it and lower the bowl on its side to reveal the contents. “mac ‘n’ cheese,” you replied, “want some?” your eyes seemed to glimmer with more amusement. sephiroth had now developed a new interest in your food and he couldn’t wait to indulge in it.

with the smile and those eyes of yours, how could he say no to one more bite?

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𐙚 requests are closed — june tenth, 2024

[strange-calathea]

GUYS OMG EVERYONE PLEASE WATCH CHIMP CRAZY IM BEGGING YOU IT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. LIKE ITS ALSO VERY EDUCATIONAL BUT HOLY SHIT IM IN HYSTERICS OVER THIS /POS

However I should give a warning, there is a lot of horrific imagery & animals being mistreated. That part is not funny.

(SPOILERS BELOW. UVE BEEN WARNED)

So these chimps are not being taken care of properly and peta gets involved and has them taken away from the bad situation, but one is missing when they take them. And the missing chimp is also a famous actor, so they really really gotta find this animal! Naturally eyes go to the woman who has an unhealthy bond with this animal (she has said MULTILE TIMES that she loves the chimp more than her kids.) but she claims that he died before they came & she had him cremated (btw the certificate of his cremation said the body was burned at 170 degrees,,, um okay sure lmao(ALSO she shows the ashes to the documentary crew and it's so obviously chocolate cake mix!)) and obviously this sounds like bullshit. So they go to court n the judge asks if the animal is alive or dead, cue the waterworks. At this point she starts stumbling over her words (which she was not doing at all previously!) and coughs up some fake story about finding the animal dead. They have to take MULTIPLE RECESSES because of her crocodile tears, but eventually we get to the judges ruling! And she just says it as it is, that she is CLEARLY lying & making things up and there's really no way to prove that the animal is dead or alive at this point. That's that, she closes her laptop (it was a digital court session), declares that "WE WON" to her friends, and then brings the documentary crew to her basement, where there is an ENCLOSURE WITH THE FAMOUS ALLEGEDLY DEAD CHIMPANZEE IN IT. I AM NOT KIDDING OR BEING DRAMATIC. THIS CARTOON VILLAIN ASS WOMAN ABDUCTED A CHIMP AND HID IT IN HER BASEMENT ONLY TO SHOW IT ALL ON CAMERA AND GIVE THE COURT THE PROOF THEY NEED TO GET HER. I cannot fucking wait for the next episode. This is my reality tv I'm so invested

[neppttune]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 | kny demons

↳ ⭒ warnings: heavy nsfw

↳ ⭒ synopsis:

I’ll be hittin' all the spots that you ain't even know was there

彡kibitsuji m

⋆ oh your in for a rough night. or day. or whenever a demon had sex with their s/o

⋆ his penis is inside of you. at all times

⋆ it will just be some classic rough -ly aggressive yet passionate sex

⋆ ok so context on the 'passionate' part, muzan does love you absoluetly, but he's also a narcissist w a god complex

⋆ definitely teases you in a few ways, whether is be teasing your needy hole with the head of his cock, or thrusting in only the head and stopping fully

⋆ will make you beg for his cock on some days, or will be extra sweet and give to u raw (lmao)

⋆ his cock is definitely 7-8 inches though im sure he can shapeshift a bigger one

⋆ he uses his tentacle-like appendages on you sometimes

⋆ you brought up the idea in your mind and thought well i should ask

⋆ he just stared, blinked, and said "...okay."

⋆ may or may not deny your release. for as long as he wants until your crying, legs shaking, and screaming and begging.

⋆ maybe then he'll consider it

⋆ god this man is fine

⋆ if he's having a bad day, the anal/vaginal sex is rougher than rough or he'll command more than ask you to suck him off and deepthroat him.

⋆ sometimes if he's busy and he can tell when your horny, he'll sit you on his lap while he rubs your clit with no breaks

彡kokushibou

⋆ his loads are large for starters

⋆ his favorite thing to do with you is have his head between your legs, what fun!

⋆ ride his face/throat fuck him, he likes it

⋆ its a reward when you ejaculate to him, and will clean it all up happily.

⋆ i think he'd enjoy praise a lot due to his inferior complex unfortunately

⋆ maybe even a small breeding kink wink wink

⋆ i dunno the thought of you being responsible for and baring his children makes him go brrr

⋆ low grunts when hes close only because his pride is a little too big even though this contradicts what i just said to make any sounds.

⋆ at least one pair of eyes are closed during the devil's tango because like

⋆ hes PACKINGGGGG- its long and painful with quite some girth to it :) maybe 8-9 inches

⋆ im sure he has his bad days as we all do and will raw dog your ass

⋆ but its okay because he makes sure not to make it too-too bad.

⋆ just his hips snapping back towards your sopping cunt as soon as they come back.

彡douma

⋆ very much a masochist

⋆ dom

⋆ like i imagine you biting him and he cums right then and there maybe

⋆ selfish and a sadist so...

⋆ once in a while he may be nice

⋆ nice, as in overstimulation

⋆ the stamina of course is * out of this world *

⋆ will purposely leave a fat load of hickeys on you everywhere for all his followers to see

⋆ he'd either be very closed off and not into exhibitionism; he’s selfish, or douma would want his followers to watch and praise you the same they do him

⋆ enjoys praise a lot because he's been praised since he was born (literally)

⋆ really enjoys giving you head as a warm up

⋆ the pace is dramatically fast and rough some days, or he is very sensual and slow

⋆ high sex drive- he never felt genuine emotions so when he fucks you or makes love he becomes addicted

⋆ speaking of which there is a clear difference than when he is fucking and making love to him, even if you sometimes cannot tell. to him there is

⋆ he likes to inflict tiny nicks on your neck and lick up the blood uh okay

⋆ its big i have no proof but ik it is

彡akaza

⋆ cock warming is his favorite btw

⋆ he's either very mean, or if you have a vagina and identify as a woman he praises your entire existence

⋆ im sorry he's an extreme philogynist

⋆ although he really enjoys overstimulating you, he feels like its an extreme sport

⋆ he likes watching you cry and whine and beg for him

⋆ he calls you pretty girl

⋆ if you identify as a male, he's extremely degrading

⋆ name calling, spitting in your mouth, you name it

彡gyūtarō

⋆ extremely insecure about almost everything (other than his strength)

⋆ regardless of if you were a demon or not, he's always asking if it feels good (he's insecure about his size as well)

⋆ aware of his strength so ^

⋆ lots and lots of gentle kisses

⋆ favorite position being missionary, he just like seeing your face

⋆ always close to you whining in your ear while

⋆ he rests his head on your shoulder when he gets close and his hips start to stutter

⋆ thoroughly enjoys praise, even if he doesn't believe it and just thinks its a sick joke

彡daki

⋆ shes a big bully

⋆ switch

⋆ suffocates you in her breasts

⋆ corruption kink all the way

⋆ she likes to tease you and poke fun at the blubbering whiny mess you've become

⋆ but if on the rare occasion she let's you dom her, she's the blubbering whiny mess

⋆ she doesn't like how she has to be nice and say please

彡enmu

⋆ doesnt care whats going on as long as your being pleasured

⋆ he enjoys eating you out a lot

⋆ extremely loud and whiny when you give him head

⋆ he really wants you to be loud because he wants people to hear, not even so they "know who you belong to" he's just like that

⋆ doesn't want anyone to see you just hear what they're missing

⋆ hes so whiny bro its adorable

⋆ "ah~ y/n you feel s-so good!"

my apologies for how short it got at the end i just wanted to put something out lmao

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[shigarakisslutbag]

This isnt directly a request but if you do end up getting inspiration out of this then im glad! (wouldn't complain lol) Imagine how Shiggy would act if some villain with a big loving heart came in and just- somewhat adopted him. Shiggy gets injured? They're there soothing and scolding him. Ranting about video games or heroes? They're patiently listening. Makes my heart so happy negl.

Omg anon I actually really like this idea lol. I have no idea how I would write it as a fic or even organized headcanons BUT I will most certainly give you my disorganized thoughts on this because I have no self control.

APOLOGIES because I'm writing this at 1:33pm and I am very tired (but will likely not sleep until 3am.), THEREFORE, I probably have many typos because I didn't proof read an I am so sorry lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy my thoughts on this, feel free to add anything, I don't mind going back and forth on this topic (this goes for anyone btw! Not just anon. I love hearing everyone's thoughts on concepts I write for)

I feel like in this scenario of reader being a villain, reader's motives are either out of spite towards their hatred for capitalism or they're just kind of... goofy...and unhinged... in a bad way .. thatcopsandheroesdontlike YOU GET THE PICTURE OK? (Use your imagination bestie)

But regaRDLESS, you have a huge soft spot (and maybe some hard spots;) ) for shigaraki.

Which actually just ends up with you having a lot of compassion and care towards him. You can tell he's been through a lot. anyone can. and seeing him having clear struggles in his physical life and internal conflicts, you can't help but want to, well, help him.

I won't go into a huge back story because I simply... am tired LOL. But somewhere along the way shigaraki let you grace him with your presence.

So now you're here with your adopted introverted son and guiding him through his life full of terrorism, tyrants, and genocide ��� (you don't quite understand how he's both introverted and a menace to society at the same time. Shigaraki is what happens when an introvert just gets really fed up with capitalism ig)

BUT I DIGRESS

Shigaraki actually really appreciates you're presence. Will he admit it? FUCK NO LMAO. he'd rather twist his eyelids off and eat them before telling your annoying ass he appreciates you. But he does. Just trust me, he does.

Besides spinner, no one really listens to his rants about video games, players, the fall of society. Dabi refers to him as "a cartoon villain on heroin who monologues " shigaraki didn't like that very much

But you listen. You really listen. You ask him questions, you validate his feelings and concerns, you make sure he knows that he's making progress, ect. You don't just hear what he says, you listen. You engage. Which is something he's needed for a very long time.

Especially when he gets injured, is when he gets the most attention from you. Honestly sometimes he wants to hurt himself just hear you cry over him LOL. He's low-key obsessed with you but don't ever bring it up if you notice.

Like the one time he came back to the bar after the U.S.J incident, all bloody with bullets wounds, you were... not handling it well to say the least. Lol. Shigaraki was fine, just chilling on the floor cursing the hero bastards, as he calls them. But you were "dramatic" as shigaraki says. "I'll be fine I'll just stick some bread in bullet holes and cover them with plastic wrap"

???

????!!!!

SHIGARAKI YOU SUPID FUCK

You, much to his dismay, disinfected the wound with alcohol and with kurogiris help stitched up the wounds and wrapped them with a compression bandage and made him rest while checking in every so often to change out his gauze and bandages and cleaning the wounds again.

You also checked in quite a bit to make sure he was hydrated (with water because all the idiot drinks are energy drinks and alcohol)

Going back to listening to his interests, you both share some of the same interests so it helps a lot with your bond with the leader of the league. Even political views.

He listens to you too, even if he doesn't understand some of your interests or is very knowledgeable on certain topics you enjoy, he loves listening to you. He actually thinks your way of speaking and the way your voice sounds is very, very cute. But again, he'll never tell you. He's too embarrassed to and doesn't want to ruin,,,, whatever reputation he thinks he has.

[azumasoroshi]

minidura chapter 2 react (izaya has stopped functioning)

i already forgot what i named the last post whoops

anyway

shizuo jumpscare

as a psychology student who is also taking sociology goddamn do i love the whole community aspect of durarara and the forms. wish i could start a festival in my town just by suggesting it online somewhere. it's so cool how you have no idea of the qualifications of the people you talk to (just like on tumblr except this is all ikebukuro people. and izaya)

i wonder if izaya being the only member of the cast (afaik) to not live in ikebukuro is symbolic of how he feels has to distance himself from the chaos at least a little bit in order to not get swept up in it himself. it's like a self restraint type thing

that's probably really obvious though forgive me im still dutsing off my character analysis lack-of-skills ANYWAY

tom is such a malewife honestly

i dont think ive ever had chocolate bananas before. huh. strawberries sure bananas nah

he looks so cute in that last panel ghghghjhhrhghgghjf

i dont get to see enough of normal laid back shizuo behavior with all the shizaya art i look at lmfAOO

i swear to god if celty's in a kimono 💀 shinra is about to be the most annoying man alive

stupid puns my beloved

the way tom's eyes are drawn in that last panel reminds me of like. american cartoon but i cant put my finger on it

is it arnold from the magic school bus or is it arthur from arthur. who knows

"you absolutely cant get into a fight today" ah so the peace wont last. damn

EGGPLANTZAYA

i cant wait for izaya to show up this chapter and annoy the living hell out of shizuo

maybe i should make eggplantzaya my profile picture (i wont because im too attached to rantaro. not even him as a character just the profile picture) (also because i cant remember where i found the profile picture and im too scared to let it go)

i see that blurb with the really cute izaya picture on the left and im assuming it's just a "this is orihara izaya btw. he's really annoying and shizuo hates him for ruining his life" type thing but god i wish i could read it anyway ill take any crumbs

HERE HE COMES!!!!!!!

oh nvm he's getting shafted for now, we transition to-

WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU

celty in a kimono is inevitable. you cannot escape

she is cute though <3 this might be her first festival since she's irish too damn

that just reminded me god i wish celty talked in a super thick irish accent. some people have already mentioned that but im reiterating it because maybe some abridged series will consider it

wait oh my god is this gonna be another hotpot party type "izaya organized all this because he's lonely and wants an excuse to hang out with people that tolerate him" thing. amazing wonderful i love the izaya slander going on in this manga today

and i was about to say "oh i guess that wasnt izaya's silhouette in the shizuo-tom panel" but he's holding a chocolate banana 💀rip tom's pay i guess

i can imagine how that went but i dont think ill have to imagine for much longer

oh yeah it was right in the next panel lmAO at least you got free food izaya dont complain

"he looks like he's having fun" awwwwwwwwwwwww nothing more fun than ticking off shizuo and not getting hurt in the process

just realized he has the constantly closed eyes pff gin ichimaru lookin edgy ass bitch

he opens his eyes like it's a dramatic supervillain reveal but it's really just him being lonely. thanks for always exposing him shinra mwah

WHY IS HE ACTING SO EVIL. doing the fucking arm spread like this is a bad thing what is wrong with him

i love how mikado shinra and celty are looking at each other like "this fucking guy. cant have one normal conversation"

PFFFFFFFFFFFF

i know shinra is laughing his ass off beneath those glasses rn

izaya's face is amazing actually. you know that one scene in bungou stray dogs wan where atsushi gets dazai a gift and dazai glitches out and stops processing information because he doesnt know how to handle appreciation. this is literally that scene

huh. now i understand why durarara and bsd always get recommended together

KILL HIM MIKADO!! KILL HIM WITH KINDNESS HE'S ALREADY HALFWAY TO HELL

literal proof that izaya ceases to function when someone actually likes him. idc that this isn't canon it's canon because i say so

(side note MAN did they have to give airi noticable cleavage even in her chibi form. come on. you didnt do it for celty you dont have to do it to her 😭 the amount of fanservice with her drives me nuts in the main series)

my man is BROKEN just look at him

local gay baby realizes he accidentally made everyone happy. oops

walker and erika in the background too <3 they're so cute ugh

YOU DUMBASS

i knew itd be another hotpot thing oh mygod he's so. fucking idiot you couldve just tagged along with them 😭

it's only once he imagines shizuo that he snaps too pffffffffft

also namie appearance!!!!!!! hope she appears more in future chapters

10/10 chapter would bully izaya again

oops almost missed the ending drawing!! so cuteeee <3333

[buns-and-butter]

Hiya lovelies !

So this is actually an alt account, a place where I can go completely feral.. My main is @toastyliltoasts41 and I mostly write for a fandom called Foolish Crew (Socksfor1, Fatmemegod, Blazaplays, Tbhonest, Joocie and etc)..

But on this account, I plan to be posting fanfictions about Wilbur Soot, Quackity and whatever really comes to my mind..

Maybe even BBC Merlin, Who knows ? (Mainly since these three fandoms, considering Wilbur and Quackity as one 'mcyt' fandom, are my absolute life)

So, without further ado, lets establish some boundaries.. (Pls dont come after me for this being cringe lmao since I dont have this sorta thing even for my main account lol)

• NSFW accounts, Please dni

As Im still a minor and Im still not comfortable with anything that's not SFW.. Its also kinda creepy to interact with one so, no..

• No racism, homophobia or hate to anyone at all..

It's strictly prohibited and will not be tolerated in any shape or form.. That also includes requests btw

• No creepy or personal questions please

Like the NSFW one but mostly about my personal life.. I write on here to not only express myself but to calm myself down in a way.. And receiving questions about myself, that are clearly not anyones business, is not the way anyone'll have a peaceful time on here, my friend.. Im talking about questions like "What's your IRL name" or "Where do you come from".. It just creeps me out a bit so please refrain from that.. You're always welcome to simply ask about where the boundary-line is, though, I'd be happy to talk about it and anything that doesnt cross it..

Maybe there's more to be added but lets skip to the okay/good parts now..

• Requests

Please I fucking love requests and even the smallest of interactions make me do the Tubbo 'Yipee'..

• Talk to me !

If anything is bothering you at all, you can always (if you're comfortable) talk to me about it.. Whether it was just a bad day or you're in a bad situation in life, you're absolutely welcome with open arms to have a chat..

• FANAAAART

Please, I BEG of you, never be ashamed to show anyone your art.. Im a pretty shit artist myself and I love drawing silly things but just straight out fanart hypes me up to write more about those characters.. It just shows me that these cool fanarts are literally the ones Im writing about so its basically like pride (?)

• Heavy topics ?

Im absolutely fine with violence, gore and dark topics sneaking its way into my fanfics.. Even alcohol is fine to a limit ! (As long as its nothing serious and these above topics are not inflicted gruesome-ly or a bit too much by characters in my story as it'll give the actual characters themselves a bad reputation)

• Pronouns

Im a female myself but I'll mostly use they/them in my stories to make in gender neutral.. Heads up if you wanted to make an amab request, Im genuinely sorry but I wont write in anything other than she/her or they/them pronouns.. Im concerned that I'll end up offending someone since I dont really know much about the community.. So, unless you hint at it or request me to use she/her pronouns, I will only be writing as they/them

Maybe I'll add a bit more when I remember lmao-

Anyway, Here's a bit about who I am and what I'll write about:

My online name is Sophie, although Im thinking about changing it, so you can just adress me as Soph.. I go by she/her and, as I already established before lmao, Im a minor.. My life's burning down to the ashes of hell (lol ik Im dramatic, bear with me) most of the time so I wrote stories, and read other's, as a coping mechanism.. I will most likely not see your dm's/requests for a few hours, or even days, or Ill do the complete opposite and reply to them within minutes lmao.. I still have my own studies to complete so I dont think I'll write requests the very same day, Im not sure myself..

I take almost all requests other than smut..

Angst

Fluff

Romantic

Platonic

AU's

You name it man..

Aaaaaanyway, Here's who I'll write for:

~ C!Wilbur (Every bursona too, I am just infatuated with them)

~ C!Quackity (Yes, absolutely but as long as it doesnt cross any of his boundaries)

~ C!Karl Jacobs

~ C!Ranboo

~ C!Tubbo

[As mentioned above, as long as these are within their boundaries and consent]

and on a different fandom:

~ Merlin (MERLIN MY BELOVED)

~ Arthur Pendragon

~ Lancelot cuz yes (But Im not very motivated to write for him)

~ Maybe some platonic with Morgana (BECAUSE SHE'S NOT EVIL, SCREW YOU DIRECTOR) and Gwen

So this is mostly it for now, Ill update this whenever I remember lol.. Bye bye for now !

[gomzwrites]

Okay Gomz, I have to know now, other than Gaz (who’s clearly the best, out of question), what is your personal thoughts when it comes to the dynamics between the boys and reader? Imo I love feral Soap ((im just down bad man))

hi hi, okay Im sorry if I interpret your question incorrectly but Im assuming you're asking like how I picture the relationship between Price, Ghost and Soap are like with readers? ((yes you're right Gaz will forever be special)) Personally, I like to think Price to be a man of control, like he is the captain after all, man's entire career has probably shaped his way of thinking, being calculative and meticulous, and I would imagine he's the same when he's dating. Like him having the high ground, being the meanie or bully XD but but but, I also like to picture Price to be someone that doesn't want to be in control for a change of pace, he'll let reader pamper him and take care of him, for once he doesn't even have to think about making decisions and let the reader do whatever they like with him. I think still. he's definitely a pleasure dom, your pleasure comes first before anything ;) For Ghost, if you've read my fics and previous asks, I like to have him serious but also silly in the same time(?) Hear me out, like my man will be scared of intimacy and love and the mushy stuff, but once he felt them and accept it? he'll be the corniest, most hopeless romantic. Im also the type who prefer soft Ghost, idk maybe its just me wanting to let him have some form of soft and kindness instead of being mean and grrr all the time, yk?

For Soap, ((lmao yes feral Soap is good as well btw)), I think my idea is more generic for him, like I'd paint him as the golden retriever boyfriend? Big in showing you his feeling in a dramatic way, but I like to think he also have some insecurity showing and cope with humor. Like, sometimes he'll doubt himself if you actually love him because he's loud and all, he'll have thoughts like "i dont deserve you" kind of thing. I dont write him often enough but if i do, that's how I would picture him :]

Gaz is the perfect boyfriend. No arguments needed. Literally will be the best man wife ever, the most gentleman of them all and he's my husband, back off yall (jkjk, we can share <3)

also this came out longer than expected oops, but thanks for asking :D I like this kind of ask actually so feel free to shoot me another one when ya feel like it!

[ikyw-t]

alex gaskarth tweets one time that they would listen to "cardiac arrest" by bad suns before every show. and now i listen to this song bc he said he liked and i think about how at some point we have heard the same song and we may think about it in totally different ways but despite all the distance and the fact we literally dont know each other it is the same song we're hearing and maybe that makes me feel a little closer to someone in a time when it's incredibly difficult to feel close to anyone

[maindancersungjin]

Only is a vibe

[landsword]

*monotone voice* im dropping out as soon as i possibly can and my best friend is probably the only person who can stop me

[victoria1676]

I am so jealous of my siblings one art style lmao:

I can't even keep one lol

Anyway they said the context of this was of the reader just being dramatic and not expecting the archons to take their "death" seriously in the soft au so their just chilling in a coffin while chaos erupts, they probably met La Signora while at it

Lost my 50/50 to btw Zhongli don't wanna come come home yet.

-Anon Crow

Honestly both you and your siblings have amazing fanarts tbh X3

WHEEEZE WTF IS THIS AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I CAN JUST IMAGINE THE SHEER CONFUSION POOR READER WAKING UP IN A COFFIN AND THEN ALL ACOYLOTES SCREAM HAHAHAHAHAH BEST CRACK IDEA XD3

Honestly its just gonna so chaotic to see the creator dead and then suddenly thet just woke up and causing massive screams of surprise seeing reader no dead 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thus this is why reader had to explain about her dying and respwan mechanics in minecraft to teyvat charas 😂😂

I had to skip Zhongli to preoare for Nilou and I lost 50/50 in Kokomi's banner which i dont mind since im after Nilou so i wont really sulk about it XD

BUT THE PULLS ARE FROM MY FRIEND WHO WISHED IN MY ACCOUNT SO BLESS THEM CAUSE I FINALLY GOT SUCROSE TO C4 AND I HOPE MAYBE SOON I CAN C6 HER UWUWUWUWU BEST ANEMO GIRL WHO LEGIT CARRIED ME UNTIL ENKANOMIYA WITH BARBARA X3

My friend also got me C6 Xingqiu, C1 Gorou, C6 Ningguang, Bell R5 and C0 Dori ^^

Oh and i lost 50/50 to Jean which i dont mind since her C1 is usefull UwU i thought i would get Diluc cons but maybe soon ill get his cons XD

NILOU PLEASE COME HOME SOON AND I PRAY I CAN BRING BACK MY LONG PRIMOS SINCE I WASTED 13K TO LOSE 50/50 IN KOKOMI'S BANNER XD

Sumeru you are a blessing and please have alot of primos since I need Nilou so bad 😭😭😭💖💖

If Eula suddenly comes im doomed af when i legit need her DX

Ill probably get Cyno in his re-reun cause wishing in f2p is somwtimes bad or good TwT

[dabideserveslove]

9 🤯

(im sorry this took so long to answer btw!!! the morning sickness has been bad and the carpal tunnel's been acting up a lot, too)

Oooooo plot twist or spoiler for the Champagne Problems AU. Okay okay okay. So.

Part of the main plot is the whole fact that Touya ends up getting pregnant with Tomura's baby like right before he and Keigo get engaged so that's not really a spoiler or anything (...though im still gonna present it all dramatic-like in the fic ofc lmao)

However, a more surprising moment is Hawks' reaction to the pregnancy.

(If it weren't obvious already, this is gonna describe a decent amount of the plot of this one including a spoiler so proceed with caution if you'd rather wait to see if I actually write this thing lmao)

Touya doesn't find out until right before his and Keigo's wedding - and Keigo is there with him when he does. And, uh, just Touya being pregnant with another guy's kid (let alone one of his guards) can be considered treason in this case - after all, that kid would be the heir to the Takami throne despite not having any Takami blood and that is, uh, a biiiig nono lmao.

So Touya is prepared to fucking fight and kill everyone and escape.... or die trying because he's not about to go down without a fight.

The nurse says something to them along the lines of 'just couldn't wait, huh?' and Keigo, without missing a beat, does his little nervous laugh and goes, 'yeah, ya got us. so. um. whats it gonna take to keep it under wraps 'till we say our 'I do's?'

And touya is like wtfffff because Keigo definitely knows the kid isn't his - they haven't had sex yet so it wouldn't be possible. But Keigo happily covers for him, anyways.

[sailorhyunjinz]

can i request a bf!skz reaction to you cutting ur bangs yourself but falling terribly and end up crying bc u think ure ugly??🥺 i love ur blog btw!!💓

OH GOD I SHOULDNT LAUGH SHOULD I?? something gives me the feeling that you have been in this situation WHICH SAME and that why you dont cut your own bangs,,, learned that from my mistakes AHSAH BUT HEY IT TURNED OUT OK, IT GROWS SO NO WORRIES!

ALSO AH thank you!! thank you for sending in this idea that almost killed my stomach HAHSAHS <33

LEEEE go HEADCANON

also can i just say that i was crying with laughter when writing this because i just kept on imagining bad hairstyles HASHSAS my stomach hurts

(also; if you guys are wondering why im tagging “stray kids smut” even though this isnt smut, it’s because like 99% of my blog is nsfw and so i dont want to present my blog to people that are uncomfortable with that)

Warning; skz x gn!reader; fluff? oh mentions of scissors! maybe crying??

Bangchan

Find it funny at first but NAH HE HUGGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IF YOU’RE CRYING

says like overly comforting things HASHHS

“you did great,,, it’s not even that bad? You just need to like,, comb it!”

“combing it doesnt put hair back channie!~” you say, sighing and rubbing your head on his chest

“why didn’t you ask me?”

you look up at him with teary eyes, starting to laugh

“y-you? i think you would make it worse!”

he chuckles “no! next time i’ll do it and you’ll have to pay for dinner if it turns out better than this,,, whatever it is”

you roll your eyes “Fine! Deal! now let me cut your hair”

his eyes widen as he starts running away from you, you running after him

Minho

a momentary laugh before he gets all fussy about it

“thats why you should go to a hairstylist”

“let’s shave it off, you’ve already started”

NOO BUT IF YOU START CRYING HE WOULD FEEL REALLY SORRY FOR BEING A BIT MEAN

he’s not the most,,, comforting person BUT HE’D TRY BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU VERY MUCH

“hair grows,,, it will grow back before you know it”

“b-but i look ugly?” you say, almost crying and laughing at the same time

“tsk,, nothing is ugly on you”

Changbin

“Are you ok?!”

bruh he’s panicked when he sees you crying, covering your face in shame

“what’s wrong?! wh-OH”

he’d try to make some sort of trend out of it LMAO

“But it looks cool? dye it pink or something” 

“changbin are you making fun of me?” 

he’d hug you and hold his laughter for dear life

“it looks cool, i promise”

you know how he’s very conscious on what he wears? yeah,,, 

“WAIT YOU KNOW WHAT Y/N! pair it with some like,,, cool dangly earrings, wait i have this pair that would look great-”

why is he so cute like stop (please dont)

Hyunjin

sorry to put it like this but HYENA LAUGH 

like where’s the lie??

“WE SHOULD MATCH? GET THE SCISSORS!!”

he’d pull up different characters/people/animals

“WAIT WAIT LOOK! thats you” he snickers, flinching when you raise your arm, wanting to hit him playfully

“show me one more animal and you’ll wake up bald tomorrow”

he shivers, dramatically panicking

“I won’t, miss lemur”

“HYUNJIN GET OVER HERE IM GONNA TEAR THAT STUPID BLONDE HAIR TO SHREDS”

Jisung

you know what he finds funnier than your hair?

the fact that you’re crying over it

HE’S NOT A DICK he just,,, can’t hold his laughter,,,

“no no no y/n!! don’t cry, it’s not that bad!”

he hugs you, patting your back

he would remember the hairstyle and like present it in a meeting the boys have for like comebacks HSAHSHASH IM CRYING

“i mean why not y/n?! let’s all have bangs that are 1 cm on our foreheads”

Felix

*surprised pikachu face*

“what did you do?!?”

I SWEAR he would cry with you because he feels bad for you having to walk around with that hair

he’d try to like,,, comb it or style it in a way that makes it less noticable

does it more because he wants to play with your hair 

“ok,,, we are putting these damn hairstyling scissors away,,,in the basement”

he’d volunteer to cut your hair next time,,, so it looks better LMAO 

OR ACTUALLY GO TO THE HAIRSTYLIST WITH YOU

Seungmin 

another mf that would laugh his ass off

IF YOU’RE NOT CRYING he would take pictures and laugh even more

ONCE AGAIN; HE’S NOT A DICK just,,, having fun LMAO

“what beanie do you want? i got a blue one and a black one here-”

“minnie,,,, it’s summer?”

“do you really want to walk around,,, like that?” 

WHY AM I MAKING HIM SO MEAN?! HE’S NOT MEAN 

just doing to try to make you feel better

“what were you even trying to do?” he asks later in the day

you show him a refrence picture and he starts rolling on the ground from laughter

“this is legendary” he says, almost crying

Jeongin

you know that clip where hyunjin eats a baby shark lollipop AND JEONGINS FACE IS LEGIT LIKE *o* (i legit cry everytime he’s fucking adorable)

YEAH THAT LIKE AGSHASHAS JUST SILENCE AND THAT EXPRESSION

at a loss for words 

“does it look cute?” you say, testing his honesty

he gulps before answering, staring at the abomination thats your hair

“not too bad” says, pressing his lips together to muffle a smile

“YAH YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR!” 

his gaze is drifting all over the place as he nervously looks around

“hey! it’s on you and therefore it’s cute”