#please interact with this post as if it isn't super fucking depressing

[blisteredskin]

"All my troubles on a burning pile, all lit up and I start to smile."

Hi. My names Jordyn Leigh. I decided to get this app because honestly I was bored and it seemed pretty cool. Turns out there's like.. other people on here that've been in saw traps like I have. What are the odds of that, huh? I mean actually, considering how many people are on here, I suppose the odds aren't that low. Still, nice to know i'm not alone, I guess.

I'm 24 years old. I'm bisexual and I use they/them pronouns, if you have a problem with that, please leave. I don't really know how else to introduce myself, really. I'm autistic, and I have depression, if anyone cares about that shit. I can play guitar, and I basically spend all my spare time either playing or listening to music.

If you wanna ask me anything, go ahead. :)

((More about Jordyn's trap beneath!!))

Tags i'll be using!!

#✮jordyn rambles✮ - for random jordyn posts

#✮jordyn rps✮ - for any interactions

#✮jordyn answers✮ - for answering any asks

anything in brackets (like this) is ooc!!

i shall add anymore if needed :3

THE TRAP: “Hello, Jordyn. You don't know me, but I know you. I want to play a game. Though you may not yet know why you're here, I’m sure you remember what happened a few years ago. The night you tried to take your own life. You cared so little for your own existence, ready to throw it all away, and in the process, took the life of someone who cared for theirs. Today, you will learn to cherish the life you have. You'll notice that around your neck is a saw, and beside you is a blowtorch. You have three minutes to burn the skin from your exposed limbs, or else you will be decapitated. Will you finally learn to appreciate the life you have, or will you perish? Good luck.”

Jordyn finally opened their eyes, taking a moment to fully collect themself, before letting out a choked scream. They went to launch themself forward, however they luckily noticed the saw blade in front of their neck, and instead tried to lean backwards. Fear pulsed through their veins as the tape began to play, each word making them want to vomit. What the fuck!? As soon as the timer started, they looked down at their arms and legs, noticing that their clothes had been altered. Their jacket and shirt had been replaced by a tank top, their bare arms and chest now on display. They looked back at the timer, noticing that 30 seconds had already passed. Shit. Sure, they were suicidal, but this isn't how they wanted to go. They had no choice. Grabbing the blowtorch, they held it near their skin, a blood-curdling scream echoing through the room as the fire immediately burned their skin, blisters forming in its wake. They couldn't go back now. Eventually, with barely a few seconds to spare, the chains attached to their hands and feet fell to the floor, and the timer stopped. They'd done it- they'd survived. But barely.

((OOC- Hiya!! My names Robin, and since I've recently gotten into the saw fandom, I decided to make a saw OC, thanks to my best friend!! I'm super happy for people to send asks and stuff, and I can't wait to hopefully interact with people!! My main blog is @magentasapron , this is a second blog.))

[minheeskitten]

This is the original draft of this post. Originally written on April 6th.

I didn't post it originally because i was afraid of being vulnerable in my own space. Which. I shouldn't be.

So if you want to read this, then please do. But this is a vent post. Not anything horny or like that. This is me showing that i have issues and that words affect me more than I really say.

I will not TW or CW this. Don't ask me to. Posting it at all is enough mental and emotional labor.

I kinda wanna write some sort of super cute n fluffy aftercare after a harsh scene but i think i might fail at it but like.

I fucking need it, you know?

The anons getting on my ass ab my gender threw me off a lot, and the dysphoria makes it hard to think well..

A spike in depression caused by the memory of grief of loaing my grandfather.. March and april are not always kind.

I've been isolating myself a bit, and i always do this. It doesn't matter what im doing i always end up pulling away, and people who promised to push to be my friend end up failing to do so.

I do this shit to myself. I need to get better.

Im not going to lie to you all, the anon from a while ago who said i sound mentally ill did bother me.

Yes im mentally ill. Yes im physically disabled and mentally disabled.

But they said it like it made me lesser.

I guess ive just been overthinking a lot and letting things bother me. Letting myself push others away. Letting myself distance from what makes me happy. Why do i do this? I have no idea.

I guess this turned into a vent post.. Sorry about that.

But i want people to know. That i do care. That i do want to know them. I just push myself away from everything and everyone at some point. I hate doing it. But i still do it.

I also won't reach out when i do that. I guess that's why i tend not to have many friends.. I push them away..

I isolate when all I really want is comfort..

Unintentional personal therapy aside.. I want to be honest. No matter what i want to be honest.

If you notice me not interacting. Please check on me. I might say that im fine. But if im isolating ill lie and lie so people don't worry because in the end, worry isn't comfort.

And Comfort is what i need.

Yet ill deny it no matter what. Because i am scared of hoping for the best, cause it almost never works out.

Being vulnerable is fucking hard, and im struggling to heal from my issues alone. I don't really want to be alone..

[trans-leek-cookie]

The most normal blog on Tumblr dot com. You can kill me with an axe to take my title

hi. I'm some guy on the internet

I dont really have a name I go by online so just call me CVS, J, or Slime, or whatecer. I'm TME and some kinda nonhuman (trans) man, Chinese/White and use he/him, they/them, xe/xem, and whatever other pronouns (minus she/her). I'm also aro/ace

I'm regularly dealing with Mental Health Issues, primarily severe depression mixed with Grief. I'm also just kind of a cunt. This all means I am very Negative as a person.

Proshippers/anti antis, AO3 supporters, transandrophobia truthers, zionists etc. Given the chance I would kill us both.

Not as strong but I'll probably block you if you're a bi/mspec lesbian (and similar label) supporter, "toothpaste" (green+blue) gay flag user, or pro-endogenic systems. Just block me or whatever we shouldn't interact

Also no minors thanks. No hard feelings.

Also- for the love of God Do Not Interact or Follow if you are an ED focused blog. I'm not gonna make any judgements but that topic is just one that is BAD for my mental health.

If you follow me I may look thru ur blog. If I dont vibe I'll probably hard block this isn't super serious the block button is just so fun to press.

I try to tag common triggers as either #(trigger) TW / #(trigger) / #(trigger) ment. The TW form is most common. If I'm unsure it will be tagged "#ask to tag" BUT even if it's not tagged that I'm fine with tagging whatever. I do have a pretty bad memory so if you need a more obscure trigger to always be tagged that probably won't work :^(

Sometimes I talk about personal issues with mental health. I try to tag these but it's not super consistent. Big things are anger issues/compulsive skin picking/Severe Depression.

Transandrophobia isn't real but I'm also the world's biggest transandrophobe. It's a hard job but someone's gotta do it.

Final notes: let me know if I RB from someone fucked up (and if possible please give me a link to the post cause memory issues + tumblr search being Bad is a horrid combo). If I say something fucked up PLEASE specify what it was don't make me assume. I try to write image descriptions for most of the images I post in alt text but they might be bad. I will often say violent or very angry shit bc I have Issues so if that's a problem. Yeah. I'm an artist and art makes me so mad I wish I was dead. Also I'm not into Cookie Run any more I just like Leek Cookie.

[alicentsgf]

We are getting so close to TLJ I need you to help me survive these last 18 days by reassuring me Rey is a Solo! My hopes are going down and I need you to tll me everything’s going to be okay based on your evidence :(

Hey bud, hope you’re still out there. I’ve taken a week or so to get to this ask because it was a pretty heavy one for me, it just really reminded me how close we are and how everything that’s happened in my life for the past couple of years has been pretty tightly tied into the rey solo theory, however stupid that may seem… So… I’ve been writing Rey Solo theories since at least January 2016, if not earlier. The entirety of all my theory takes about two hours to read, if you’re quick lol. When I first arrived with my arms full of ideas there were only about 5 people listening to me, but then I wrote my first theory (which was almost entirely focused on mythology and thematic elements I think) and overnight I had thousands of reblogs on that post and more followers than I had blog posts. Suddenly everyone was asking me questions about theories, I made more posts as my theory evolved, and over about the next few months I got a shitload of hate as well - which, funnily enough wasn’t even from rey/los who are kinda the Nemesis of the reysolo fam now, but was all instigated by this small group of really bitter reyskys to whom my url was kinda of a punchline to a joke, synonymous with ‘delusional idiot’. They (or their followers? idk it was all on anon) called me a r****d a lot, which was especially hurtful since I was an autistic kid, and it wasn’t the first time I’d been called that. I literally can’t type the r word even now because I hate to see it. I mostly pretended I didn’t care about all this on my blog because I knew they were stalking it and I didn’t want them to know what they were doing was getting to me. They’re the reason @safereysolo was made tbh. I’d already been depressed since the summer before and this, on top of struggling in school and being closeted in my religious irish catholic family, made it worse - so in July 2016 I tried to kill myself. I haven’t explicitly said that on this blog before, or even told my close friends, but it’s not hard to see from my posts back then that I was at breaking point. My parents found out I was ill, my religious mother found out I was gay the exact same day, and I was put in therapy. All round a really shit day tbh. I’m safe now, don’t worry.After that all happened I kind of slowly pulled back from the rey solo thing a little as I was going through recovery, and around that time the reys parentage debate on here chilled out as well as? I think as it came up to Rogue One’s release people just weren’t as invested in TFA and so I got way less hate. I guess I’m just saying, there were plenty of days where it would have been easier to just abandon ship but I’ve always found this theory way too interesting to abandon. It did however get to the point where I stopped talking theory purely because there was nothing really interesting left to talk about, but it took a good year to get to that point and I was posting every day, so the rey solo theory Definitely doesn’t stand on nothing!This theory has had such a good impact on my life, despite the shit that went down in the early days; it got me published, paid for me to go travelling, gave me something to live for (because I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let myself die and never see The Last Jedi when the assholes that had pushed me to breaking point got to sit in the Theatre unashamed). I’ve certainly been through too much with this to give it up now, and why should I? The thing I love and that reassures me about this theory is when you look hard enough there’s an answer for absolutely everything, and it all fits so neatly with TFA. I can’t give a definitive ‘this thing proves shes a solo’, but what I can give you is an explanation of the facts that makes you realise beyond doubt that Rey and the Solo family fit together like they were made for it, because they were. I can show you when they lost her, that they talk about it onscreen, how it fills the gaping plot hole of ‘how could people like han and leia end up with a kid like kylo’, why Han didn’t appear to recognise her, and even how the music was written to demonstrate han and leias absence from rey’s life. I can show you why Rey stayed on Jakku when she didn’t remember her family, why Kylo feeling compassion for Rey (and hating it) is important and definitely not a rey/lo thing, why Rey isn’t her real name and where she got it, and why Rey, the Falcon and Lor San Tekka are all on Jakku at the same time. I have a good explanation for everything that’s been thrown my way, despite all the abuse I faced for it - so why couldn’t Rey Solo be true? and always remember: chewie himself reposted my theory :^)

No matter what I’ll always be glad of the people I met through this sw theory blog. I once got 150 people sending me asks telling me they loved my blog - in a row. 70+ people liked my post saying I’d got a place at my top university - even though it was mostly just excited key-smashes. Through it all I had you guys. Every time I see you referencing/including me and parts of my original theories in your own posts, especially the ‘we both had to deal with it’/‘profound tragedy’ theory, it’s amazing. I love you @ my reysolos

[thegreencanary]

Hi friend! Would it be okay if I requested something with Billy Hargrove x reader (his girlfriend) where she shows up at his house but for whatever reason he isn't home yet so Neil invites her in and starts pressuring her to drink with him? Billy comes back at some point and sees her passed out there. Hella angsty pls :')

Okay I love this and I may have gotten a little carried away. It’s pretty intense …. Sorrrrryyyyy but not really

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

TW: Abuse, Alcohol abuse, forcing someone to drink, cursing, assault

MINORS DNI this is some wild stuff. Don’t spoil your preciousness or I’ll tell Steve.

You’re Safe with Me

“Leave it to my son to date a bitchy prude.”

Neil Hargrove had been making comments like that to you for the last thirty minutes. You’d gone over to visit your boyfriend and surprise him with the good news that you got a new car. Neil answered the door and drunkenly explained that Billy was out picking Max up from El’s house (Neil wasn’t nearly that polite about it but you figured out what he was saying.) You insisted on coming back later but Neil scared the shit out of you and he was aggressively telling you to stay and wait for Billy at the house. Now, you found yourself trying to not piss off Billy’s abusive father while he offered you drink, after drink, after drink, after drink. The last comment got under your skin, you never thought of yourself as a bitch or a prude and you huffed in response. That was not the right thing to do around Neil.

“You have something to say bitch? No? Then drink the fuck up. Now!”

Neil punched the wall next to you HARD, hard enough to make you jump and shrink into yourself. Knowing he had no issues with throwing Billy around you got scared and took a drink. A twisted smile worked its way onto Neils face and you sat in silence. He was droning on about Susan and Max and how great his new life was with those two in it. You hated Susan for letting everything go on in the house, she never protected her kids. Billy fell in love with you because you did, you protected him from the depression, the bad thoughts and the hurtful things he would do to self destruct. You looked at Max like your own little sister; she spent a lot of nights at your house just to get away from Neil. You were pulled from your thoughts when the bastard re filled your drink. Just straight Jack Daniels and Neil had his eyes glued on you.

“I’m not going to drink it all at once so you can fucking calm down.”

You were already feeling the effects of the first heavy ass drink. Billy never really liked when you drank because of how little it would take to get you drunk. Steve’s parties always ended super early for you and you’d be passed out in his car before he even got to start drinking. Neil smacked you, almost as hard as he punched the wall. A yelp left your lips and as you straightened up his face was right in yours.

“You watch your mouth whore. Just because you think you can boss my sorry excuse for a son around doesn’t mean you get to come at me you dumb bitch. Now, Drink.”

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Billy was fucking pissed, Max was supposed to be at Hoppers house but she wasn’t there. Hopper said El and her went to fucking Hendersons which probably meant they all went to Wheelers and then to the Byers. Now Billy was driving all over Hawkins looking for Max just to avoid getting the shit beat out of him at home. Pulling up to the school he saw the hellfire coming out and sure enough Max was linked arm in arm with Sinclair…both of them. Lucas and his sister were laughing about something when Max saw Billy. Her face fell and Billy silently cursed at himself. He’d done a lot better at working on their relationship but he hated that she still would be worried about him when he came to get her.

She said her goodbyes and ran to the car, and Billy spoke up before she could apologize.

“It’s a fucking Saturday and you’re at school. I knew you were a nerd but Jesus Christ Max. I thought you weren’t part of the Hellfire club.”

She relaxed and laughed a little, which eased some of Billy’s tension. She was safe, and that’s all that really mattered. Unfortunately he had to take her home where both of them never felt safe. Max told him all bout Lucas’s stuff and Billy didn’t pay attention but he let her talk. She would listen to him talk about you and surprisingly she gave good advice. Maybe it was because you two were so close, and Billy loved that. HIs girl and his sister were the only two people he truly cared about.

Pulling in Billy tensed at the unknown Camaro in the driveway. He was the only one in town with a blue one, so why was there another one in the drive? Max jumped out, knowing it was you and ran inside. Billy was slow to follow just in case he needed to remember the plate if it was one of Neil’s shit friends.

“Y/N?? Wake up!!”

Billy froze. He was at the door but Max’s voice came from the living room. Why were you here? Why did Max sound worried. What the HELL was going on?? Finding his feet Billy turned the corner to see Neil asleep on the couch and you passed out on the floor. Max was over you gently shaking you and Billy started to freak out.

“No no no no no….”

Billy ran to you and checked for a pulse, you were still breathing and your pulse was there so he calmed an iota but you reeked of alcohol. Neil woke up will all the noise and smirked at Billy.

“I tried to break her in, pretty disappointing but shes dating you so I’m not surprised. Get her dumb ass off the floor.”

Billy noticed Max tense up and he gently shook his head at her. Neil definitely roughed you up and he didn’t want Max to get hurt too. Scooping you up he took you into his room, Max followed like a hurt puppy.

“I’ve got this Max. Just lock yourself in your room okay? I’ll let you know if she wakes up.”

It was hushed tones but Max agreed and did what she was told. Billy shuffled around and found some Advil and a glass for water. Really all he could do was wait…but he was stewing in anger. Fucking Neil.

“Fucking…Neil…”

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Pain, grogginess and a migraine rocked you awake. You felt a heavy presence behind you and panic set in before you took in your surroundings. Trying to jump out of whatever you were in, you fell to the floor with a thud.

“Jesus Christ babe. Are you trying to break your whole body?”

Billy. It was Billy thank god, you were in his room, in his bed and safe.

“Oh God my head…do you have any-“

Before you could finish, your baywatch boyfriend had a glass of water and painkillers out for you. God you loved him. His eyes locked onto yours and you noticed all the fresh bruises on his face.

“Oh God was it my fault? I swear to God I want to kill him.”

You pushed past the nasty hangover and the burning feeling on your cheek to inspect his wounds. He stopped you.

“Why the fuck did you drink? With HIM? Why the fuck are you even here?”

You were shocked. He was mad at you?

“Well it wasn’t my plan but i wanted to surprise you. If i would have known I wouldn’t have fucking come over!”

“Surprise me with what? A fucking drunk you passed out on my floor? Can’t say thats my favorite surprise you’ve given me.” It was clear that he was trying to cover how worried and upset his was with just anger. Good days he could talk though his anger with you but bad days, like today, he would go back to the old Billy.

“It’s not like I wanted to drink! He kept fucking saying shit about you and me and then he hit me and practically forced me!”

Billy stood up and punched the wall, it was the same thing Neil did but when Billy did it you flinched because you knew he hurt his hand. You worried for him, he never scared you. You knew he’d NEVER hurt you.

“You shouldn’t have come over. You know how he is.”

The door jiggled, and fear rocked the both of you.

“Boy if you don’t open this god damn door you’re gonna be sorry!”

Your eyes pleaded with Billy to not do it, you two could jump out the window and get to your cars and just go…but neither of you would want to leave Max. Billy unlocked the door and Neil barged in, shoving Billy against the wall.

“What in the blue fuck were you saying before I came in? You want to say it to me or are you still to much of a pussy?”

You winced cried quietly for your boyfriend. He didn’t say a word and let Neil berate him. You knew it was because you were there. Some days he’d try to fight back and of those times he’d sometimes get Neil off his back but not while you were there.

“Huh? Nothing to say? Maybe I should ask your whore.”

That got to Billy. Neil didn’t get how strong his son really was, because he’d never been on the full receiving end of a punch, until now. Neil stumbled backward and blood fell from his nose.

“You’re going to die.”

Father charged at son and you knew you had to do something. Grabbing one of the free weights from the floor you threw it at Neil’s head and he hit the floor like a bag of bricks. You and Billy stood, stunned for a few moments before checking on him. He was alive but you still needed to call an ambulance. He wouldn’t say anything when he woke up because the bruises and wounds on you and Billy both were more than enough for self defense claims.

The silence between the two of you was damning. Billy wanted to say something but he was still pissed. You wanted to run and hug him but you were still pissed.

“You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

“Are you fucking kidding me Billy he was going to kill you I had to do something I couldn’t just sit there and let him beat the shit out of y—“

You were engulfed in a fully body hug as Billy swept you up before you could finish. He was crying. You sighed softly and just let him hold you for however long he needed. Eventually he let you go enough to give you a kiss.

“Don’t ever do anything that dumb again. I can’t lose you.”

You wanted to argue that it wasn’t your fault but a part of you knew that he knew that. You just nodded and sighed.

“So did you see my new car?”

Billy laughed and kissed you again.

“Yeah I get it you’re obsessed with me. Have to have the same car too. It’s kinda gross how much you like me.”

You snorted and lightly shoved him only for him to pull you close again.

“Yeah I love you too Billy.”

“I love you Y/N”

“You better. We have matching cars now.”

[sadboysimps]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 | 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑶 - 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼 - 𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬 | (𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊)

Okay so I'm fkn scared to publish anything because I have no skin and will probs breakdown from small mean comment :)

So yeah I've been simping to these three and instead of being a big boy and opening my x mas presents, I'm avoiding it and wrote these. Obvi these are my thoughts and how I see the characters etc. sorry if there is any miss info or such :(

Genre- Fluff, kind of smut

WARNINGS ! : mentioned probable drug use; weed - mention of depression - sexual acts - bondage/shibari - mention of fem receiving oral - hickies/bite marks - mentioned rough sex

All characters and reader are 18 or older!

Written w/ afab body in mind ig. You could read this as gn!reader if you ignore one mention of boobs and being eaten out. I do want to aim for gender neutral, but with set anatomy its easier to go in depth. Also, as a guy ftm eheh I do want to aim to write male!reader too. If I write that it is.

Minors pretty fkn please Do Not Interact with posts or blog ok? :D

𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑶

Choso is tired depressed 150+ years old man in young body who probs has worst case insomnia.

Probably smokes weed tbh.

Is not that talk active because he has no energy.

Loves to hear you talk, smiles lazily while you tell him about your day or interests.

Cuddles. I mean the whole man screams 'sit on my lap or lay on me plz'.

Look look, 80% of the time you are either riding him or he is slowly fucking you while laying on bed (you on top, spooning or cuddling).

I mean, tired™. if he has some energy burst, he will dick you down (if you up to. You probably are because its rare).

a f t e r  c a r e  k i n g !

Not too much into dirty talk or degrading on main, but if you ask, he will go Sukuna on you.

Tit man, his fave place to rest his head face and listen to your heartbeat and breathing while 'napping'.

Will gladly put his head on your ass too.

Fastfood 💯💯💯

Goofy, albeit in super tired way so...

I mean I can't empathize enough how sleepy ass fucker this man is. he literally looks like he hasn't slept in 150+ years 👀

Love him tho

𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼

Suguru is that bf who just shouts elegant to all your friends. The calm, collected personality and long hair... Ah...

If you aren't from Asia or have Asian culture in your life/around your friends, they will question how casually and often Suguru wore his Buddhist priest clothing.

He has gotten used to it and finds it comfy, no further explanation needed.

Although for date nights he will dress up hot affff... Obviously.

Everyone somehow waits for his voice to be low af (me included) and is shocked when they hear him speak for first time (and maybe after that too) (me included).

I mean he can def do some nice low growly whispers in to your ear...

Got a feeling he would smoke weed sometimes.

He knows what that body does and loves to work out without a shirt in front of you. Ahaha pants hanging lowww...

When dressing up in bit more casual wear he will put shirt on last, because he loves to teasingly sway those hips and flex his abdomen in front of you with jeans on.

His torso is screaming for shibari, he isn't. (Ugh thanks fanart with him tied up 🥵)

Eventually will let you tie him up for fun, not for sake of restraining, but because he actually was curious how he would look like with red rope wrapped around his bod.

Won't shut up about how he is still in control, and you better not try any tricks with his hands bound behind his back.

Loves how it looks, wants to see you both in matching shibari. Wants to call Gojo to do the honors and tie you both up but neither of you trust his damn ass with it 😂

Arm around waist when in public.

Softly grabbing the side of your jaw to pull you in for quick peck.

Such a fucking sweet man it's unbelievable.

Tho he does voice his gruesome thoughts to you randomly in public.

Freak in the sheets don't act surprised.

Nicknames like love, darling, sweetie, honey all the time.

𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬

Toge. I... He is so fucking cute and somehow the fact that he barely speaks makes him cuter.

When around your friends or family etc. he doesn't really say anything, not even onigiri :( Because it would propbs be weird for people who you can't explain cursed speech to...

So you often act as his voice, either he uses sign language to tell you something or writes on his phone and shows.

Somehow it comes off as if you're the more 'dominant' and 'stronger' one in the relationship, taking care of Toge and helping him.

Oh boy are people wrong jfkfkfkf...

The fact that he can't express himself through speech makes his actions more preeminent.

While he loves to rest his head on your lap and be the little spoon sometimes, he mostly takes that manly role very seriously (Absolutely NOT in toxic way!!!!)

Being a gentleman and the best caring boyfriend. Always opening doors for you, cooking for you and holding you.

He is basically your 'Couple/BF goals' Pinterest board.

Kinda obvious, but big sucker for kisses. Always, Anytime, Anywhere.

Will make your favorite food for you and master it.

If any of your friends saw how this innocent soft sweet boy (man) pounded you in the bedroom they would be shook.

Pins you down and covers your body in hickies. In places where you're ok with them. He won't force you to walk around with bitten neck if you're not comfortable with that.

Is he using cursed energy to slam those hips on you or is it just love? Who knows?

Toge has nice rough broken moans 💯👌.

Eating you out? More likely than you think. (And you probably think it's very likely).

Rose petal heart on kitchen counter with takeout after you both had long day.

Bathtub with rose petals spelling 'I Love You'. Toge spends too much time and precision to get them stay on their place and will be frustrated when they have slightly scattered when you get there.

You'll just chuckle and tell him you get the message very clearly and give him a kiss.

Loooong kiss, oh right the warm bath.

He sits behind you and massages you.

Do not re-post, copy or translate on any site. Re-blogging (or sharing link to) this post is allowed and appreciated tho.

I haven't written anything in over a year (I used to write a lot), but yeah while avoiding things this inspiration hit me. I'm quite new to anime fandom and anime. The changes of this blogs lifespan being max 2 months are very high.