#sending all my love <333

[divorcedwife]

hear me out: emelin with THAT chappell roan dress.

(idk it was very sleeping beauty but in a deadly way)

i would never deny your call

[exocean]

for my darling @seo-changbinnies 💛

[thelocalweird]

Yeah you support mentally ill people, but are you normal about bfrbs?

[calmlb]

Hi Essie!!! Hope you're doing well! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)❤️

So I had this idea for a sick!Dazai fic (that I'm honestly too tired to write dhehee), and who else is better to brainstorm it with than my fellow Dazai whump enthusiast? :D

Based on my own experience of being sick for the past week, I forgot how awful it can get. It sucks. You're feverish, your nose is either runny or super blocked, your throat hurts, you get headaches, you're lethargic 80% of the time, all that stuff. But what sucked the most for me was how hot my skin felt. Like, clothes were so uncomfortable to wear from the sweat, especially since it's still summer around here.

So imagine putting bandages into account as well?

Yep, awful.

So I present you with a scenario: Teen!Dazai in his office, has taken over paper duty (that Mori knows he isn't gonna complete anyway) because of his fever. He feels gross, to say the least. Flushed and hazy, a little nauseous and sleepy. But his skin- his skin is scorching, and there is no way for it to disperse that heat because it can't breathe. He endures it for as long as he can until he just can't.

In his haze, he scrambles to tear his bandages off, loosen his tie, and decides that he will lie on the cold floor shirtless. The air conditioner isn't enough. No one is there to stop him.

Until Chuuya barges in without knocking as usual (to discus the paperwork he also knows Dazai isn't going to finish) and stumbles onto the scene.

Dazai doesn't even acknowledge him, has already taken off the bandages around his eye and is halfway through tearing off the ones around his neck. His clothes are disheveled as he loosens them and looks like he's about to take them off.

Chuuya gapes for a solid second, before exclaiming with a blush-

"What the fuck?!"

He rushes over, trying not to look at Dazai's skin that's on display and stops him. He wraps him with Mori's oversized coat aggressively.

Dazai fights against him, exclaiming that he needs to lie on the floor. Chuuya doesn't get it, all that he knows is that Dazai is delirious, and even if he thinks it's a good idea to tear through his protective layer now, he'll definitely regret it later.

So Chuuya ties him with the coat and decides to take the paperwork to his place, along with a flailing Dazai on his shoulder.

I just wanna see Dazai giving Chuuya hell during treating him 😭 cuz even if cooling off is a good idea for a fever, not staying huddled in the warmth equates to chills and endless sneezes. Makes you feel even more awful. So it's gonna be a push and pull of Chuuya trying to warm Dazai up (in order to fight off the fever faster), and Dazai wanting to cool off (because he isn't used to being this warm and hates it), until they come up with a compromise somehow dgdhejndjd

Yeah, just a fun idea! :3 Feel free to expand on it hehe

PEA 😭 i saw this when i was having a Very Bad Day™️ & it immediately made it sm better tysm 🥺🩷🩷

UGH THE TENDER, FEVERISH SKIN UNDER THE BANDAGES ❤️‍🩹 where everything just feels like too much, i completely understand why Dazai (in his feverish delusion) would think removing the offending material would be the solution

Chuuya barging in and quickly going from 👁️👄👁️ to 😳🤬. i love that he goes into protective mode, thinking of how future Dazai will surely regret this course of action & putting measures in place to prevent that 🥺

Chuuya would wrap Dazai up like a sushi roll & carry him on his shoulder like a log back to his apartment, where he proceeds to lose the idgaf war & embrace his mother hen side (which he still denies exists)

meanwhile Dazai is kicking & fighting him every step of the way, acting more like a 5 year old than a mafia sub executive (he’s still only a kid sobs), even as he shivers with chills

until Chuuya manages to get a hand in his sweat soaked curls, gently carding through them. the coolness of his leather glove against Dazai’s overheated scalp makes Dazai go still… and then slump against the couch in a mixture of relief & exhaustion. Chuuya takes advantage of his compliance to make him agree to stop fighting him, & they spend the rest of the day resting on the couch, watching movies & playing video games (well. Chuuya plays. Dazai watches & points out all of Chuuya’s mistakes) 🩷🩷🩷

[gothsuguru]

KAIRO . YOUR FUCKING WIPS GOOD GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ohhhhh narrowing them down was so tough but …… i neeeeeed to know more (read: all) about i hope i don’t murder me; i hope i don’t burden you + you should let me ride shotgun + belladonna ……. (THERAPIST!JAKU. need them to corrupt me . who said that)

(alsooooo i love you <3 hope you eat a big nice tasty breakfast with your fav beverage to boot :333)

ARI MY PRECIOUS ANGELMOUSE <333 TYSM FOR THE ASK AND ALSO MFNDNDND the way i KNEW you would ask about therapist dilfjaku 🤭 that one is a arikenkairo special for REAL <333 at least in theory :3

i hope i don’t murder me; i hope i don’t burden you:

THIS IS THE PROFESSOR!GETO X HEAVENLY RESTRICTED!READER ONE HEHE i’m so excited to resume writing this omfg… the title is based off a lyric from “the beach” by the neighbourhood <3 i’m genuinely very intrigued to explore a version of suguru that hasn’t defected but that’s still so… filled w guilt & shame & anger? like in the beginning of the fic it’ll be them all as high schoolers and then it’ll be them as adults and i’m so excited to show the dichotomy of suguru — the stark similarities/differences between young & older geto!

i haven’t really decided yet how it would be when the two meet at jjk high………. i think in general it’s very bittersweet like suguru is hit w freight train of nostalgia and also… just overwhelming shame. and then ofc reader may feign a casual façade but i think they feel so hurt and also responsible for suguru leaving? even though it’s not their fault? idk i’m just interested in exploring that relationship and how suguru’s past actions would inform their future!

you should let me ride shotgun:

RAHHHHHH THIS ONE IS SO FUN AND SILLY IN MY BRAIN :3 a mix of a crackfic and fluff and action but also oddly bittersweet? rich bratty gojo will always be a beloved of mine and i think him annoying his new bodyguard is so fun to think abt… everyone has always left the gojo’s bc their son is just soooooo . bratty and disrespectful and loud and always pushes people’s buttons for his own enjoyment! that is… until he meets READER… who’s just soooooo amused. their vibe is like a constantly amused kenjaku <3 fond, finds him a lil pathetic but he’s cute so he gets a pass, and more than anything i wanna make sure the bodyguard isn’t too serious 😭 need them to be an enabler so bad hehe

(also v excited to explore the bittersweetness of it all too… gojo pushing others away before they can leave him……….. DELICIOUS)

belladonna:

this one is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 dilfjaku with a tight black turtleneck, reading glasses, one leg swung over the other as he rests his temples on his fingers………. gulps. need him to look at me like i’m his prey bc he wants to eat me WHO SAID THAT……… ANYWAYS! this is actually gonna be a smut fic so i will try my hardest to make it sensual and fucked up <3 i don’t know yet if i want reader to be his patient or if he’s just a dilf w a therapist occupation and reader comes by as his intern…… office siren!kenjaku perhaps…….. idk………… need both of us to be sent to HR is all i’m gonna say <333 belladonna is another word for “deadly nightshade” (also a name for this fic that i’m waffling on either one lmk which is better bestie 🙂‍↕️) and i think it works so well for kenjaku… need him to corrupt and manipulate reader but lil does he know they love it <3

i haven’t thought out reader’s personality or anything yet i just know they’re down horrendous and their life goal is to look up at kenjaku while resting their head on his lap………. (also kenny’s life goal… he wants to pat their head and have them look up at him soooooo baddddd) ANYWAYS I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THESE FICS HEHE TYSM FOR ASKING ABT THEM ARI :3 MWAH

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hi!! This is my first time in your ask box ٩(^‿^)۶

Your satoru and suguru are my faaaavs and they’re just so cute and understandable and yeah.

What are your thoughts on how satoru may get around to making things official with a reader scared of intimacy?? Kinda like your reader in your “you’re somebody i want to keep” fic of him?

I think their interactions in therewere the cutest ever and the most heartwarming!! (≧∀≦) -🥭

🥭 ANON!!!!! you are so sweet…. welcome to the anon family hehe, it’s nice you meet you!!!! 🥹

thank you so much for your kind words!!!! :’) stsg my beloved boys… your approval on them means sm 🙂‍↕️ AND THAT FIC!!!! ANON!!!!!!! i’m so giddy that you found that dynamic cute and heartwarming……… they are so very precious to me 🥹🥹

as for your question ………. hmmmmmm. i think it would take a long while!!!!!! since both of you are afraid and cautious of intimacy (and most likely labels too, since they kinda go hand in hand 😭). satoru is someone who requires a slowburn in my mind, so it’d probably take years for the relationship to properly blossom, and neither of you would be eager to take the first step into something more concrete….. so it’d be a very slow process!!!!!! and honestly, i feel like gojo might be fine with you staying in a gray zone between friends and lovers…. he feels lucky enough to be in your life at all.

buuut assuming he does decide to make things official — i think he’s straightforward about it!!!!! mature, even :3c he knows you’re scared, and lets you know that he is, too. asks you if you’d like to be scared together. there’s no real pressure to say yes, and that makes it easy to!!!! because you know satoru understands you. you’re both a little like clumsy fawns in the beginning, but you have each other!! and that makes everything sm easier :’)

[svnflowermoon]

okay hi so!! i think i'm going to be taking a little break from tumblr, just for a few weeks or so. my mental health is going down hill and i want to start the new year with my mental health as good as it can be. i am going to start focusing on my hobbies and spending time with my friends more because i can feel myself drifting away a little.

i might still be a little active but i seriously am going to be limiting my time on tumblr bc it's just taking up too much of my days and i don't have time to do the things im passionate about. i probably won't be replying to tag games or asks but i will respond to asks eventually <3

i will reply to some dms and it's seriously nothing personal if i don't reply to you it just means i don't have the time. feel free to message me and/or send me an ask, it just might take me a while to respond. if we're mutuals and you want to talk more then just ask and i can give you either my discord or my insta depending on how close we are and what ur comfortable with

i love you all endlessly and i should be back soon <33

[just-like-playing-tag]

Happy Birthday Krone!! (July 15, 2019)

[snickerdoodlles]

Same anon: Pete's taste in decor doesn't improve as he figures himself out. If anything, it gets weirder.

(prev)

oh, absolutely! Pete is a funky lil guy and his tastes reflect that 😤👏 it gets worse even before he starts figuring himself out because Khun starts inviting him to craft nights again, because Pete's needs more PIZZAZZ in his life. Vegas puts his foot down on the kitchen jars having feathers, but we're talking sparkly kitsch to a whole new level. bedazzled lights. glittered vases. sequinned table runners. gold painted everything. nothing is of remarkable quality yet works bizarrely well with Vegas's luxurious velvet. Vegas is immensely irritated and delighted every time someone points this out, and takes it out on one (very delighted) Pete.

[bloodcoveredgf]

todays fit 🩷

[musette22]

can i have a soft bucky-supporting-steve headcanon? ive had a tough couple weeks and today is no different (mad at everything, head hurts, waiting for the police to call me because i lost my wallet yesterday, my self-loathing is screaming right now, etc)

thanks. sorry. but thanks.

Hey, lovely! ❤️ I’m so sorry to hear you’ve been having such a rough time lately, that sounds like a lot. I hope things get better for you soon, and in the meantime, have this.

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When Bucky came back, after he’d figured things out enough to be able to justify it to himself to come back to Steve, he noticed that Steve didn’t seem to draw much these days. Didn’t draw anymore at all. At first, Bucky thought that maybe Steve was just preoccupied. Too busy, too distracted, which would’ve been understandable, given everything they’d both been through recently.

But then, Bucky started to notice moments when Steve would get that expression on his face that meant he’d seen something particularly interesting or captivating, something he was itching to commit to paper (more than once, Bucky found that look directed at himself). The expression was usually accompanied by a twitch of Steve’s fingers, an unconscious spasm of his hand, as if he was reaching for a pencil that wasn’t there. The next time Steve was away on a mission, Bucky searched the entire house from top to bottom, but apart from a few ballpoint pens and the notebook they used to make their grocery lists, he’d found no art paraphernalia whatsoever. Nothing to indicate that Steve still drew, or had drawn anytime in the recent past.

That's not right, Bucky thought, frowning to himself.

He may not remember everything, but he sure as hell remembered the way their old tenement apartment had always been littered with sketchbooks and pencils, strewn around the living room and bedroom, even the bathroom on occasion. He remembered Steve’s hands, perpetually stained by charcoal, the smudges of paint on his cheeks. There were no stains or smudges on Steve anywhere, these days. Bucky would know. He'd checked. Thoroughly.

When Bucky had asked Steve about it the following night, Steve confirmed Bucky’s suspicions: he hadn't drawn in a long, long time.

“Why not?” Bucky had asked.

Steve had shrugged, looking down at his hands. “I stopped, after you- after you fell.” He swallowed, giving a single shake of his head. “I tried, later. God, I must've picked up my pencil a dozen times. But whenever I started drawing, no matter what I did, I’d always end up sketching your face. It just hurt too much. So I stopped.”

Bucky had held him for a long time, after that. Sitting side by side on the couch, just letting Steve lean into him, ear resting on Bucky’s chest, over his heart.

“I’m back now,” Bucky had said, after a while.

“You are,” Steve replied, his voice thick with suppressed emotion.

“So don’t you think it might be time you started drawing again? You used to love it, Stevie. I remember. I remember I used to love watching you.”

“I don’t know if I still can.”

Steve had sounded so lost, right then. So forlorn. Not for the first time, it had made Bucky want to fall to his knees and thank whoever was up there for allowing him to return to this man in his arms, to be here for Steve again, after everything. Steve had his team now, sure, but they didn’t know him like Bucky did. They didn’t always didn't notice when Steve's steady, solid exterior started to show cracks, or how to fix them. They didn't know how absorbed Steve used to get in his art, how it had brought color to his usually pale cheeks, allowed him to quieten his mind and shake off the worries that incessantly plagued him, even if only for a little while.

If Bucky hadn’t come back, would no one ever have remembered any of that? The thought alone was enough to break Bucky’s heart.

When Steve had told him that he wasn’t sure if he could still draw, Bucky had ached to tell him that he could do everything he set his mind to. He was ready to list every single thing Steve had achieved in his long life, to tell him over and over again that he’d never known anyone more talented, more capable, that he just needed to pick up a pencil and start, and the rest would follow. But he knew that Steve would just let the words roll off, too stubborn by half to be persuaded by something so trivial as mere words. From experience, Bucky knew that actions were far more effective in getting Steve to come around to a certain idea than words could ever be.

So Bucky took the long road. Over the weeks that followed, he started ordering art supplies online, to be delivered when Steve was out (Bucky still didn’t like to leave the house by himself, but thanks to the excellent invention of online shopping, he rarely needed to). A variety of pencils, sketchbooks, brushes and watercolors, even a small easel that Bucky hid behind their shared wardrobe – all delivered right to their doorstep. Then, Bucky started leaving items around the house, one at a time.

The first time Steve noticed the small sketchbook that Bucky had casually left on the coffee table that morning, he’d picked it up and looked at it for a long while, before putting it back down. Though Bucky could feel Steve’s eyes on him, he didn’t acknowledge his silent question. The next day, Bucky put a pencil next to the sketchbook. Steve noticed it mid-sentence, abruptly falling silent as he picked it up and held it in his hand, as if trying to get a feel for it. Eventually, he put it back down on top of the sketchbook, and headed for the kitchen to get started on dinner.

This continued for a couple of weeks. Sometimes, when Bucky saw Steve picking up and putting down the various items he’d left for him without using them, even though Bucky could see he wanted to, he just wanted grab Steve by his ridiculously broad shoulders and shake him. But he didn’t. If his time as the Winter Soldier had taught Bucky anything, it was the value of playing the long game; the virtue of patience.

And finally, his patience paid off.

One quiet day in early October, Bucky dozed off on the couch while reading his book. When he awoke, he found himself lying directly in a beam of late afternoon sun, its warmth enveloping him like the blanket his ma used to cover him with whenever he’d fallen asleep on the couch as a kid, making him feel safe and loved; cherished. It took Bucky a while to realize that it wasn’t just the sun that made him feel that way, today. Turning his head a fraction, he found Steve sitting opposite him in the ochre armchair they’d picked out together the other week, his eyes fixed on Bucky and his hand flying over the pages of his sketchbook where it was perched on his lap.

Bucky smiled, slow and pleased. Steve didn’t seem to have noticed that Bucky had woken up, engrossed as he was in what he was doing, so Bucky stayed put and just watched him work, letting Steve draw him for as long as he needed to.

When Steve finally closed his sketchbook with a deep sigh, blinking a few times as he slowly became aware of his surroundings again, Bucky got up off the couch. He stretched like a cat, walked over to Steve, and planted himself squarely in his lap.

“I’m proud of you,” he told Steve, draping his arms around Steve’s neck as Steve’s automatically wound around Bucky’s waist.

“I’m a little rusty,” Steve hedged, his voice husky with disuse and emotion, “but… I don’t think it’s gone altogether. It's still in there somewhere. Just gotta practice, I s’pose.”

Bucky hummed, resting his forehead against Steve’s. “I suppose you do. ‘S a good thing you’ve got such an excellent model, huh?”

Steve huffed a laugh, his arms tightening around Bucky’s waist. “Jerk.”

“Punk,” Bucky said, and pressed a soft kiss to Steve's lips.

[kaidabakugou]

Bakugou will definitely start getting psychic abilities like telepathy, claircognizance and psychic healing after years of dating you and having tantric sex with you

THEY WAY YOU GOT MY BRAIN RUNNING WITH THIS! i read the ask like 5 times before actually answering cus this is actually driving me insane.

i’ve experienced tantric sex before and it’s truly a wonderful thing and the time and trust that goes into it is just something otherworldly. and being the one to introduce katsuki to that has me melting.

i imagine him already having these claircognizant abilities even before you introduced him to all your practices because he is very observant. and he would know all the small things about you that you don’t notice about yourself, but he knows them and memorizes them like the back of his hand.

and deeper into the relationship he already knows what you need without even having to ask. specially during sex, this man knows every nerve, every sweet spot and exactly what to do to have you seeing starts under his touch.

just picture the first time you introduce him to the idea. bodies bare against each other as you’re both focusing on your breathing until they match. before laying him down on the bed and straddling him as you start to rub your fingers along his muscular arms. trailing up to scratch against his scalp while he pulls you towards him, soft lips pressed against yours before breaking apart and exchanging slow pecks.

his tongue rubbing across your bottom lip before slipping it past your lips. soft moans escaping your chest as his tongue explores your mouth. his fingers tangling with the hairs behind your scalp, beckoning your tongue to play with his as you grind your hips down on his twitching cock. making sure to still keep your breathing steady while passion begins to drip between each other.

tongues wrapped together before breaking the kiss, trailing kisses down his neck and on his chest before giving his nipples a few licks while staring up at him, noticing how his breaths picks up at the action as you coax him into steadying his breath back down.

“relax baby, i got you”, you whisper to him before going back to trail kisses down his abdomen. your hands reaching to find his as you bring his warm palm towards your lips. placing kisses on it while trailing up towards his fingers.

a gesture that he grew in love with shortly after you two started dating. feeling insecure about his hands before out of fear that he could hurt you or you’d shy away from his sweaty palms. proving him wrong after worshiping them, telling him how they were one of your favorite parts of his body. the hands that were the source of his power, the same hands that would wrap around you and make you feel safe.

wrapping your lips around his thumb as you gently suck on his digit, his eyes never leaving yours as you trail back down to his palm. placing another kiss on his wrist before lowering yourself between his legs. giving his cock the same treatment as you open his eyes to new levels of intimacy between each other.

later on, he is the one initializing them. taking control and making sure both of your sexual energies are aligned as he gives you the same treatment.

worshiping your body and laying kisses all over your skin. your body on fire as he brought you closer to the edge with his ministrations.

sucking and tugging at your breast before diving in between your legs. edging you for hours before bringing you to the brink. showing you the same passion like it was your first time all over again.

soon he’s the one that’s cooing you into relaxing while he takes care of you.

your legs wrapped around his thighs while his hands caress your hips. his thrusts are slow and calculated as he rubs against your sweet spot. staring into each other’s eyes while soft pants escape your lips.

your eyes fluttering from the overwhelming pleasure roaming through your body as you sneak a peak in between your legs where your bodies are connected. a gentle hand immediately wrapping around your throat, not applying pressure but just focusing your attention back to him.

vermilion irises staring deep into your glossy ones as he presses his forehead down on yours. holding you close while hot breaths mix in with each other as he picks up his thrust while still maintaining a steady pace.

wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. arching your back, pressing your chest into his as your mouth falls open in a silent cry. ropes of cum filling your insides while you cum around his cock. a muffled cry escaping his lips as he buries his face deeper into your neck while you cling to him.

tears spilling from your eyes from the intensity. euphoria coursing through both of your bodies as you revel in each other’s embrace. noticing the tears staining his cheeks as well when he presses his forehead against yours again.

caressing your cheek with his thumb while pressing his lips against yours. smiling against each other’s mouths as it feels like time has stopped. nothing else mattered when you guys were in this state of bliss. the mixture of love and lust, compassion and trust wrapped around the both of you as you guys continued exchanging kisses before drifting off to sleep.

[l3viat8an]

*Insert Van Buren voice* Hiiiiii~ Ro~ How are are you? It's been a long time since I did something for obey me, I still love the series but so many new things *glances at my Haikyuu ocs*

Jehehe Hiiii darling, Yan!!! I’m doing good! How have you been?~ ngl taking a lil break from obey me! sounds relaxing lolol

Ooooh new fandoms ‘n stuff is always soo exciting!!!!-

‘n omggg more new OCs??- Even better new haikyuu OCs?? 👀 what are they like??? 👀

[boxwinebaddie]

IT'S KYLE WEEK!!!! <3

hello everyone and happy kyle pile week to all that celebrate! in honor of my fave orange and green son, i am hoping to spend the week primarily answering kyle-related asks! that goes for all my kyles across the ncu, feel free to use my weird pinterest as a frame of reference if you so wish! please send in any kyle qs that you want and if you've already asked me a question i haven't gotten around to answering, feel free to send me another ask! i'm a busy lady with a lot of dumb adult lady tasks, but i'm gonna try and do as many as i can!

-uncle nina, kyle broflovski enthusiast <3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hai ariiiiii :3 guess whos SICK . me . im sick

ANYWAY thinking abt sugubooboo taking care of u while sick ,,,,,,,,

u kno when u get that feeling ur gonna b sick in the morning the night b4 it all hits ? i think sugu picks up on that after u blow ur nose one 2 many times n he asks if ur okay

ur not. obviously . so he heats up some nice peppermint tea, and something my mom does when im sick is take some honey, mix it w ginger powder + some other stuff thats good 4 ur throat and make me eat a spoonful of it [its gross as HELLLL i hate it but i feel a lil better afterwards] then tucks u in2 bed [later after uve fallen asleep he calls out of work for tomorrow, he REFUSES to leave u alone + sick]

the next morning ur properly Sick and suguru wakes u up w breakfast in bed, all warm foods infused with clove, mint, ginger, and sets a few packs of tissues next 2 the bed

after uve eaten he lays in bed w u 4 a bit, kissing your head and fiddling w ur hands. eventually u ask abt work, he said he called out 4 both u n him.

he trusts u 2 take a shower on ur own, but when u get out hes holding a towel and wraps u in it immediately then just hovers around u as u do ur morning routine, making sure youre okay n not abt 2 like . pass out or smthn

once ur dressed and fully cocooned in the bed once again, suguru pours out some cold medicine 4 u and hands u water once that NASTY liquid slides down ur throat. he gives u a lil candy as a palate cleanser tho, hes not mean

i think after that u just fall in and out of sleep 4 teh rest of the day until u get hungry again or need another dose of medicine. sometimes u wake up 2 suguru humming and playing w ur hair while he reads a book, sometimes he joins u and takes a nap w u. the only time u wake up alone is when its lunch or dinner n hes in the kitchen making smthn spicy 2 open ur sinuses

everytime u take a dose of medicine, he kisses you on the lips then pushes a glass of water in one hand n some candy in the other. hed probably mumble 'good job' or smthn like that in2 the top of ur head as he cuddles u while ur trying 2 get the taste out of ur mouth

he does NOT care if u sneeze n get snot all over him, puke on him if u have a stomach bug, cough in his face, or r generally disheveled. u could never disgust him.

if its sunny out, hell offer 2 take u outside just 4 a lil bit. if u dont think u can walk hes gonna pick u up. no complaining u NEED that sun, hell argue while sliding the patio door open

youll sit out 4 a bit, soaking up the sunshine then when u want 2 go back 2 bed hell carry u back and gently tuck u in2 bed

if ur 2 weak 2 even blow ur nose, hes holding the tissue 2 ur nose n waiting 4 u 2 blow. the chapstick might b all the way across the room n ur savior ends up being suguru and his long legs. the temp in the house is 2 hot? hes turning the a/c down and all the fans r coming 2 ur room bcuz he knows how slow the heating n cooling takes 2 change.

also everytime he walks in2 the room, hes asking how r u? do u need anything? does anything hurt too much? and he probably has smthn 4 u 2 do so ur not on ur phone all day [guess . guess who was on their phone all day . ME]

at the very end of the day, hes got u curled up in his lap on the bed, INCREDIBLY comfortable, and theres some movie on the tv in the bedroom. like juno or some other feel good indie movie. sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries. since its past dinner time, he gives u lil candied ginger pieces 2 help w ur throat n other snacks 2 go w the movie.

eventually u fall asleep in his arms in the middle of the movie, smothered in warmth on all sides.

OKAY . WOW . moving on, HOW WAS UR DAY ARI ??? tell me abt that book ur reading rn !! u seem very enthusiastic abt it, id luv 2 know y ^_^ ! [personally my day was . ouchie . and ive got a book abt decolonialism checked out from the library rn :3]

ASHLEY !!!!!!!!! i’m answering this kinda late i hope your cold is gone by now 😔😔😔

BUT . GODDDDDDDDDD ARE YOU OUT TO KILL ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭 BE HONEST . how did you know sugu sickfics are my greatest weakness………… (i actually have . a whole fic just like this that i wrote a year ago or so 😭😭 YOU MADE ME WANNA GO BACK N READ IT HHHH this is very bad for my weak suguloving heart….) I’M JUST. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAYY. you keep serving me meals on a silver platter n i’m just?!?!! eating gratefully …. thank you……

NO BC YOU’RE SOOOOO RIGHT YOU’RE SO OBJECTIVELY CORRECT :((((((( HE’S. THE SWEETEST. the best bf around !!!!!! he’s so good at caring for you when you’re sick…. sniffle……. AND OFCCCC HE’D PICK UP ON IT INSTANTLY TOO. his sixth sense is so crazy accurate when it comes to his baby </33333 and wahhh him making you tea and tucking you in and calling in sick for you 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants you to feel better……

WAKING YOU UP . W BREAKFAST IN BED. WHAT IF I CRYYYYY THIS CONCEPT IS SO DEAR TO MY HEART ASHLEY ….. and him just. hovering around you. i feel like he would stand outside the bathroom while you shower just in case you were to fall over or smth…….. he’s so caring :(((( and wrapping you up in a towel…… cocooning you into bed. sniffle. i need him to baby me sooooo bad it’s not a want it’s a need …… he rlly would stay by your side the Whole time………… cooks for you and tends to you and makes sure you’re okay . he’s so good. i feel like he kind of really loves it too….. he doesn’t love that you’re sick BUT . he loves being allowed to take care of you :’3 loves making you feel better.

ALSOOO him kissing you and praising you whenever you take your medicine T_T oughhhhhhhh one kiss on the forehead + ”good girl/boy” from him and i would be OUT like a light. collapsed. fainted. he would be so good at coaxing you into taking it ……… ANDDDDD the part abt you never disgusting him. SO true. you could never ever disgust him he just wants you to be okay…….. forcing you out into the sunlight………… asking if you need anything……………. making sure you aren’t bored…………………. ohhhhh he’s 2 perfect we need to put him down.

sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries.

AND THEN . YOU TOP IT OFF WITH THIS. ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ THIS MADE ME MELT….. i’m so…………. i have so many thoughts abt this. sugu would LOVE a clingy s/o but i keep specifically thinking of him w an s/o who’s shy w physical affection.,,,, and how he’d react when they get sick and suddenly get all cuddly . 🥺 he would love it so much. kisses you all over and holds you soooo tight and he’s just!!!!! so enamored!!!!!!!!! you’re like a lil koala. he loves you. sob.

WAHHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE ABSOLUTE MEAL MY BELOVED i’m not exaggerating btw this is gonna feed my sugu thoughts for weeks to come…… AND MY DAY WAS GOOD!!!! i’m sorry to hear your day was ouchie </3 i hope it’s all better now!!! pls make sure to rest and eat properly <33 it’s what sugu would want for you!!!!!

AND . THE BOOK. YES. it’s called giovanni’s room by james baldwin and it’s sooooo <33333 yeah. it’s so good. i LOVE baldwin’s prose so much??????? and the story is just . AUGH. i’m still not finished but i’m so obsessed. it’s basically abt a closeted guy in like … the 1800s-1900s? who goes on vacation in paris while his girlfriend is in spain. and he meets this rlly mysterious charming italan barman called giovanni……….. the book is abt their relationship + their own experiences w homosexuality + their tragic ending (it’s revealed at the very beginning of the book that giovanni will meet his end by the guillotine)…..

so it’s just . yeah. it’s such a gorgeous book :’3 and just so . idk. raw? visceral?? i love giovanni a lot. and more than anything i loves james baldwin <333 i’m planning to buy another of his books too!!!! it’s called tell me how long the train’s been gone :3 I RLLY RECOMMEND BOTH OF THEM!!! i hope the book you just got ends up being good too <33

[inkykeiji]

CLARI YOU CANT JUST RHAKNSNDBD the casual arms behind the head while riding him. I’m SICK. I need to ride him so hard I break his bones.

I need him to start off with casual stance, with arms behind his head but the puss grip is too good that suddenly he starts gripping the sheets and digging his fingers into my hips and and HELSOX SKSUJSNDBE

EEEEE HEHEHEHEHE >:))) and you know he’d begin with one of those smug little smirks and lidded eyes, almost challenging you in a way, playfully daring you to do your worst, to give it your best shot, despite the excited anticipation glittering in his irises as he gazes up at you (tinged with admiration, of course, because he knows you can, knows you WILL, and he loves you so much it just can’t help but flood his stare and saturate his features, softening his edges into something sweet and melty).

but oh, how fun it would be to watch as his expression morphs from that trademark arrogance to that delicious desperation; to watch him struggle with himself as each roll of your hips further erodes his usually impeccable self control until he just can’t take it anymore, discipline replaced with something primal, something starved for you.

and don’t even get me started on eijirou just sitting there on the bed next to you both, watching with parted lips and gaping pupils, sweet little huffs of breath pushed from his throat with each tug of his fist on his cock, perfectly in time with your bouncing,,, <333