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[obxsprincess]

omg, hi! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ i feel like i'm a bit late, but still: happy valentine's day to my pretty girl !! 💞

wishing you a very pink and lovely day (night, year and life. you deserve it!), 🧸.

xoxo

angel haiii!!! never to late bubs!! 💞🎀

omg stawp tysm !!! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ wishing u the best pinkest day of the year <3

pretty girl?? oh stop or ur gonna be covered in lipstick by the end of this sweets! 💞

this one’s so bad m’sorry… but like-

[layskettlecookedchips]

"shh!"

miya osamu x reader

'The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere'

hii guys, this is my first post! i also haven't written in awhile so there's that but i got inspired to write this one for my bb, osamu <33

warnings: none!

fluff, strangers to lovers, reader has crush (read: voov has crush) on osamu, hopeless romantic type beat

hope you guys enjoy! any feedback is much appreciated :-)

xoxo, voov (´⌣`ʃƪ)

If Miya Osamu could have any wish granted at the moment, it'd be having never agreed to tutor his dunce of a brother, Atsumu. It was already embarrassing enough having Atsumu make a grand (and might he add very loud) entrance, scaring the poor librarian at the counter, but this takes the cake. While Osamu's head is buried in his history textbook, his poor attempt at covering how bright red he was turning, Atsumu's head was buried in his classmate's face, tongues interlocked with such intensity you'd think he had come back from war. 

Osamu cleared his throat, a futile attempt to capture the box blonde's attention. It was late, thank God Osamu thinks, at least the coast is clear save for the poor girl at the front desk. He starts packing up his things. No way Atsumu was going back to studying and no chance in hell was Osamu waiting for him either. Grabbing his backpack, Osamu heads for the front but stops right by the front desk.

The time read 12:13am. The library had closed 13 minutes ago. You had everything set up, right on time too! All you had to do now was walk around to look for any lingering patrons and lock up. Easy as pie, except right as you neared the corner to the table where the last guest was sitting, you heard familiar, wet noises coming from behind the bookshelves. With a slight jolt and a small yelp, you ran back to the front desk, hoping the ever-so-lovely couple didn't hear your hurried footsteps. Taking a deep breath in, you let out a sigh. Library rules kept you from leaving until the last patron leaves so you got out your book. Might as well catch up on where you last left off while you wait. Before long, you're pulled into the fantasy world of storytelling, not noticing a flushed Osamu approaching your desk.

You were no stranger to the Miya twins. You don't think anyone could be with the way they carried themselves across campus. Atsumu, bubbly and confident although sometimes it borders on arrogant, was your seatmate in your shared history class. You knew much more about him than you would have preferred (Atsumu's quite the yapper, you quickly find out) but he grew on you as the semester passed by. However, as much as you knew about Atsumu, you also knew about his twin brother. Sprinkled between Atsumu talking about the newest "love of his life, for real this time!" and the hilarious stories from volleyball practice are stories from his childhood, most of which involved getting into some sort of fight with Osamu... You knew Atsumu would never admit it but he really did look up to his brother and you could tell from the tenderness in his face and the light in his eyes that he gets recalling how one time they got into a fight over who got the last onigiri that their Mom had made for them. (The story ends with Atsumu stealing it and Osamu beating him up, as do most of his stories.)

From what you gather, Miya Osamu was kind yet stern. Always keeping to himself but making sure his loved ones were taken care of, whether through a home cooked meal or a quick message ensuring their return home was safe and sound. Hardworking and always striving to do his best, Osamu was someone you admire. You found yourself dreaming about Osamu more often than not despite never meeting the twin yourself. The stories Atsumu told were enough to light a fire in your hopeless romantic heart but of course, it was just a silly little crush. Nothing more, nothing less. That is until you were face-to-face with the silver-haired twin, your face now flushed for an entirely different reason.

It's not uncommon you'll find Osamu apologizing for his twin brother. He clears his throat, ears dusted with a faint pink hue, 

"Hi there, I just wanted to apologize for my brother. He tends to get carried away quite easily..", Osamu trails off as he looks up to make eye contact with you. 

Maybe it was the creeping exhaustion or the way the moonlight came through the windows but in front of him was a view that took his breath away. There you sat, a rosy hue across your cheeks (presumably from how his company was increasing in volume..) with your head deep into a book, trying to do everything but pay any attention to the awkward situation you were in.

"O-oh, it's no big deal! Um, this happens more often than you'd think, really..", You let out a breathy laugh, embarrassment leaking out of your pores. 

Sure, Atsumu was quite the sight for sore eyes so you knew his twin would be of similar caliber but the sight of Osamu in front of you was enough to stun you into silence. Maybe it's the stories Atsumu would recount or your silly daydreams that would preoccupy you on the slower days at the library but your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a flustered Osamu. The moonlight did him nothing but favors as it hits his grey hair, highlighting the specks of silver from years of toning. Atsumu's stories fill your mind as you look up at his twin. In front of you stood the man that had been plaguing your mind and all you could do was stare. (Not a hard thing to do considering the way his compression shirt was fitting just right tonight..)

"I hope you have a great rest of your night..." Osamu trails off again before catching sight of your nametag, "..Y/N. What a cute name."

Osamu bows as he takes his leave, not before giving you a smile sweet enough to make your knees weak. The noises from the back are interrupted with the incessant ringing of Atsumu's cell phone. "If you don't hurry up and finish sucking face, I'm leaving your dumbass here and making you walk home." Osamu hangs up and waves bye to you before walking out the door with a hurried Atsumu (and his company) right behind. 

Nights at the library were usually slow, with patrons trailing in and out and the occasional question to look up specific books. There wasn't much to expect which is why you took the job offer in the first place. You enjoy the peace and quiet but tonight, as the moonlight follows the twins out the sliding entrance doors, you were a little more than happy to deal with some noise. 

[subskz]

heyyy mother lowk shitting myself as i send this but uhhh i made some butterfly bandage fanart cuz tht series sorta changed my life 4ever (nbd) so i wanted to pay tribute to it & you 🤞🏼 idk i'm not rly a gr8 artist but i hope ya like it

&& u also put me on disloyal order of water buffaloes from the bb playlist so u know i had to add those iconic lyrics. fire ass song.

anywayss idk if ur gonna see this but i hope ur doin good <33 miss u xoxo

oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i am genuinely in awe right now i can’t believe this 😭 thank you so much you absolute angel i’m touched beyond belief that you would feel inspired enough by butterfly bandage to create this beautiful piece of artwork. the way you weaved themes from the story into the composition is taking my breath away every little detail about it has me so giddy i’m insane ♡_♡ the starry sky in the background, the stitches on the butterfly’s delicate wings and the red string of fate sewing it all together…it’s such a clever and stunning idea i wanna give ur brilliant mind a kiss 😭 also maybe i’m reading too much into it but the perfect symmetry of the butterfly feels like a reference to mirror souls? hehe

i also love that those are the lyrics from disloyal order that you chose to put on the pierce bc i feel like they embody the struggle in bb the most! and the sketchy white outlines of the butterfly make the drawing feel so much more raw and impactful i’m obsessed with them. each line look like a delicate little thread of its own! i wish i had the words to convey what this means to me i really feel like my heart is gonna explode every time i look at it 😭❤️‍🔥 it’s utterly gorgeous and knowing that smth i wrote compelled you to create this makes it all the more precious! it’s genuinely the most fulfulling feeling. i can’t thank you enough for taking the time to draw this and share it w me i’ll cherish it forever!!! ♡

[junk-whunk-punk]

can you draw mairon as the gigachad meme xoxo <33

Just one your word alone and I'll do anything bb💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

p.s. imagine 'Can you feel my heart' being played somewhere

p.p.s. add any inscription to that and be happy💐

[princessbrunette]

Hi princess!! How has your day been so far bb :) I’m about to go sleep just thought I’d check on you before ahhh <33

xoxo coochieholder

my days been pretty chill! felt kinda unwell today still but other than that nothing much went on. hope you’re doing well ♡

[celestie0]

hi Ellie! Just wanted to appreciate ihm chapter 3 because you worked SO hard for us, giving us such an intricate and detailed chapter. I haven't wrote in a while so I'm gonna yap a little 😟

First of all, I apologise that you received such an inconsiderate ask from that anon. Your work deserves to be massively appreciated, especially because you spend the free time you have creating long chapters and imagionative plot lines, yet some people refuse to read the room.

It's so easy to just find a smut creator that willingly creates stories without a plot. You shouldn't be pressured into making smut you don't want to make whatsoever, take your time with your chapters and if you would like to add smut in the future, we will be super excited!

Plots are ten times as better when they are built up in my opinion. Just a simple touch could be added to the already simmering tension. And I believe a writer is truly great when they can build a plot to their own imaginations content.

I also enjoyed the new kickoff chapter too! I'm glad that they're taking their time with their relationship instead of instantly sprinting off to the bedroom. ( That's 99% how it not works! )

So glad you're not taking bullshit from the rude askers and anons that merely hide away from personal preferences, instead of waiting patiently for a new chapter.

Stay hydrated! -xoxo, gossip girl anon :))

HIIII gossip girl bb omg it's been so long!! i hope you're doing well <33

yeah i think refusing to read the room is def a big part of it. i get easily irritated over entitled ppl so it always kindaaa...angers me when i receive asks that demand/pressure/ask for things. it's funny i'm such a people pleaser until ppl actually tell me to do sumn 😂😂

i agree w you, like sometimes a touch or a simple gesture in a fic can hold a lot more tension or weight than explicit smut. i've watched romance series/shows where a simple kiss i felt more butterflies than any sex scene. and while i'm sooo super excited to write smut for my fics too, it's not appropriate for people to ask for it.

i'm so happy to know you enjoyed the kickoff chapter too!! tysm for your kind words, and yes i have had enough of the bullshit lol. you stay hydrated too n have a wonderful dayy <33

[con-zombie]

2, 10, 12, 26, 33, 38, 48, 58, 59, 64, 74, 75, 87, 92, B, F, H, J

jesus christ

2: first time masturbating?

okay so idk what age i was - maybe like 11/12 - but i didn’t fully understand what i was doing so when i had my first orgasm i was like oh fuck did i break my dick lmao

10: weirdest thing that ever turned you on?

already answered bb x

12: ultimate fantasy?

you obvi xoxo

honestly i just wanna be the centre of attention for multiple people and let them use me and make me feel sooooo good and also maybe get pissed on 😳

26: what’s the most attractive part of the body?

already answered fuckhead

33: what’s your biggest kink?

i’m pretty obsessed with cum like the more there is the more i lose my mind it’s so fucking hot i wanna be covered in it i wanna be filled with it aaaaaaa it makes me soooooo harddddd

also wrestling gear and piss 😳

38: favourite type of bondage?

so restrictive bondage would be my fav, like spreader bars, being handcuffed to the bed, or tied in a way so i can’t move out of a position that they wanna fuck me in

shibari is really pretty and i like the idea of the ropes leaving marks but idk if i have the patience for it

48: favourite sex toy?

idk that i have a favourite so far bc i definitely need more but i’d say either my anal beads or stroker

58: can you deepthroat?

yep 😇 wanna test it out?

59: how long and thick is it?

honestly depends how horny i am like the range is 5.5”-7” but i usually fall around the 6.4” mark and 4.5” is the girth

64: where do you like to finish?

mouth bc then you can share with me ☺️

74: how loud are you in bed?

VERY loud like my ex commented on it a bunch lol i love to moan and whine and whimper 😇

75: do you enjoy having your nipples played with?

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes please please please please please please play with them i’ll beg for it i’ll moan i looooooove it

87: what do you wear to bed?

nothing 😇

92: do you play with your own ass?

if someone wants me to yeah but on my own not usually tho i do love to feel my balls slapping against it 🥴

B: what would your stripper name be?

FLAME BOY

F: what’s the weirdest porn you’ve seen?

remember that gif of that girl dressed as ET that’s like “i miss my home planet” and it turns out it’s from a porn yeah i’ve watched that bc i was like what the actual fuck is this even gonna be like

H: ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom?

not that i can think of nope

J: do you have any friends you’d sleep with?

yeah you for starters lmao and a few others definitely

thanks for asking bb 💕💕💕

[tremendum]

hi baby. i've sent something here before a while ago saying how you were the first person i've ever followed and mr. miller was the first series i ever followed. ANYWAYS im here again and i still just absolutely love your writing, you're so talented i CANT. but i also feel like you're the best at making the reader bratty and have good comebacks up until the end. with other writers i feel like they make the reader give in and be submissive so fast?? i dunno, i think i just feel more connected with your writing if that makes sense. i'm rambling i apologize, i hope you're doing okay and i love you sm <33 mwah

hiii <3 happy to see you here again! you never fail to make my day bb, thank you so so much. feeling a lot of pressure recently to add another part but not wanting to let people down - this is all to say you've made me feel more confident in my work and i rly appreciate that! so much!! i love u sm and i hope you're doing amazing <3 xoxo

[ranhaitanisgf]

wow omg, you're actually alive?? (。・・)ノ I remembered reading your fanfics 2 years ago and your work inspiring me to write my own <33 🥹 welcome back!! and I hope that you're doing well now (/≧▽≦)/

bsf i’m crying in the car rn AGJFKCKCKDK THATS SO AGHJGJGKGKGKKG MY HEART IS TOUCHED !! i am doing all good now you’re so sweet !!! <3333

also i just read some of your writing and ur doing great bb KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK !! ILY !! XOXO ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

[askinkiskarma]

hellooo angel girl, can i ask you 💞 and 🌿? :')) have the best dayyyy mwah!!

hi my lovee, how are you bb? &lt;;33

💞 what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

definitely the characters. it matters greatly to me that i can relate to them and that they're beings with flaws and a complex personality, that make mistakes and grow throughout the course of the series x

🌿how does creating make you feel?

free? idk i've gained a lot of intrinsic knowledge about myself through writing, it's been a very liberating experience and it's just been a great journey to be a part of &lt;3

smooches and xoxos for you always, my love &lt;3

[vampyrsfang]

Hi bb! I just found your blog and im so happy to find a blog that writes for the outsiders! I was wondering if I could request perv!Dallas winston or perv!Johnny cade? Thank you babes xoxo

i just love making innocent lil babies into the biggest pervs. dallas coming later just for you babes <33

𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ; perv!j. cade x bimbo!fem!reader

summary : you're johnny's sweetheart, his air headed baby. he can't help it if he catches a peak because your skirts too short, or your tits are spilling out of your top. and it's not as if he's gotten off to the thought of you — he'd never.

warnings : nsfw, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, cute lil whiny johnny

you and johnny. while an unlikely pair, no one could imagine one without the other. innocent little johnny and his pretty girlfriend.

he loved everything about you. he loved the way your eyes would light up when he told you something others would consider common knowledge. he loved the little trinkets you'd fawn over adoringly. he loved how seriously you took your make up, making sure everything was perfect.

but what he loved most? those skimpy little outfits you'd always wear with that teasing smile of yours. when he was sure you weren't looking, he'd sneaks a peak to your exposed thighs, or perhaps your cleavage since your tits were just begging for a glance. he especially loved watching you bend over, it would get him so undeniably excited.

hearing your giggles kept a cheerful smile on his face as you were getting changed into yet another dress you wanted to show him. he knew you were supposed to be at school, so was he, but with a bat of your lashes and reassurance you’ll catch up on what you’ve missed from a classmate, he let you try on outfit after outfit whilst asking his opinion for each one.

"how does this one look?" johnny stares, shifting to hide the ever-growing buldge in his pants as he grew uncomfortably hard.

he knew you were fond of short skirts and dresses, something that he vividly remembered teachers scolding you for since you always got a size or two too small. the dress was low cut, pushing up against your lovely tits and causing them to spill out. not to mention it's length, showing of your plush thighs in a their glory.

he clears his throat, giving you a strained smile that he's sure appears as more of a grimace. noticing this, you pout.

"do you not like it?" you ask, pulling at the pink fabric gently and mentally cursing yourself. "of course you don't! i look horrid don't i?"

"you look great baby!" he splutters, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, "why don’t you give me a twirl, eh?"

giving a short twirl, you smile as you show off the back of your dress. wandering eyes trailed down your back to where your ass was snuggly fitted into the dress. god, johnny was sure he was dripping everywhere.

you turn back at him, eyes sparkling as you press a chaste kiss on the bridge of his nose. "you're so pretty johnnycake, i could just eat you up!" he whines quietly, subconsciously shuffling closer to you.

"baby," he murmurs, eyes fixed on your pretty boobs that were right there in his face. it wasn't his fault, they were just so gorgeous he couldn't help but stare. "you're killing me."

you frown thoughtfully, leaning in and resting your chin atop his head. he can't take it anymore. he couldn't help himself. both of his hands reach up to cup your breasts, and you yelp as he squeezes them firmly.

"m'sorry baby," he's not, "i just– they're just so pretty. i wanna feel them. wanna kiss them." his hands travel downwards, briefly resting on your back, before finally he has your ass in his grasp and he gropes it harshly.

you whine at the feeling, and johnny's panting breathless beneath you. "lemme fuck you baby. lemme suck those tits while i beat your pussy black and blue. wanna make my girl feel good."

never, ever, in your life did you expect johnny to say those words. but the shock is lost on you as you pull him in for a kiss, straddling him and grinding your clothed sex on his – also clothed – leaky cock.

he felt your hands play with the zipper of his pants and in one swift motion, you slipped everything off just enough for his dick to spring out. the tip of his cock was swollen, angry and red by this point, the beads of precum already having ruined his boxers.

he felt the soft skin of your palm wrap around his cock. a hiss escaped him as you started to move your hand up and down his shaft, the pad of your thumb rubbing against the slit each time you brought your hand back up.

he whines, bucking helplessly up into your hand as his eyes brim with tears. it was too good and too much, but he didn't want you to stop. he hoped you never stopped.

"fuck baby, you're so hot." one of his hands pulls the top of your dress down far enough for your tits to escape, and immediately his mouth is on them, sucking greedily.

drool drips down his chin as pre drips down his cock, everything about his motions making him feel so hot. he wants more of you and how you're making him feel. johnny leaves sloppy, open mouth kisses across your chest, feeling so overwhelmed by your hand on his length.

"wanna fill you up, sweetheart," he murmurs against your breasts. "wanna fuck a baby into you. a lil baby as pretty as you," he sucks harshly at the skin, bucking his hips up and whining pathetically. "please let me, i fucking– i fucking need it."

he's hiccuping and drooling and moaning wantonly into your chest, hands tugging at the dress and pulling it up until it resides on your stomach. quickly, two fingers are stuffed inside of you and you've never felt so good.

you're both whining and panting, brains fuzzy and bodies moving against each other. it's all so lewd, something no body would ever associate with johnny.

"fuck– shit, inside. i wanna be inside you, baby."

you moan into his neck, sucking harshly at the skin and begging him to "just do it already! fuck me, johnnycake, please!"

he places his hands on your hips and lifting you just enough so that his leaking tip was placed at your entrance. he pulls you down onto him, both of you letting out a load moan from him being inside you for the first time. you were so tight and he made you feel so full.

you're squirming and grinding up against him, he feels so good. "johnny, johnny, johnny, fuck! please, god, please! need it."

he's thrusting up into you, tears rolling down his face as he finally, finally, fucks you. his pretty baby. everything's too much, both of you moaning loud enough you're sure all of tulsa can hear. johnny's sniveling and whining, opening his mouth as he sucks desperately on one of your nipples.

your own mouth is on his neck, marking him up as he pumps himself into you so deliciously. it sends a shiver up your spine, and even after he cums for the first time he's still gradually thrusting into you in a way that has you seeing stars.

"wanna cum in you over and over," he whines, hips meeting yours as he fucks you so good. "fill my lil baby's tum with my seed. please, sweetheart, can i? can i fill you up good?"

you nod languidly, head slack against his shoulder from how good he's making you feel. he keeps going, tip nudging against that spot. you sob into his neck, gummy walls clenching as you cum on his cock.

even then he doesn't stop. he doesn't stop until he fills you up, over and over, cum leaking onto your sheets as he continues to lazily buck up into you. you're limp in his arms, idly pressing gentle kisses to his neck as he finally ceases his assault on your pussy.

save to say, that's johnny's favourite dress of yours.

[youngbeezer]

Holding my hand while he’s in the front seat and I’m in the back with Bowen Byram (if you can!)

hiii kelly thanks for sending me a request<33 sorry this took so long!

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Prompt-- 10. Holding my hand while hes in the front and I'm in the back (w Bowen Byram)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. Thanks for requesting this, hope you like it :)

Word Count: 1249

Warning(s): mention of nausea, car sickness, a few curse words; Tyson Jost & Cale Makar are both mentioned (just in case you do not like them :/)

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‘u okay?’

I am only able to get a quick peek at my phone to read the text message that comes from my boyfriend, who is sitting right in front of me in the passenger seat, before I feel another wave of nausea hit me. I continue doing my breathing exercises to try and calm my body down, and so I don’t make a scene in front of the other two people in the car with us.

Right now we are currently on our way to the lakehouse my brother, Tyson, rented out for the week. In the car we have Tyson driving (recklessly may I add), Bowen sitting next to him, and another one of their teammates, Cale, sitting beside me in the backseat. There are two other cars following behind us filled with some more of Tyson’s teammates and their significant others. They all figured they should have one last hoorah together before they all part ways to their respective homes for the offseason.

Now everyone on the team just expects I’m coming because Tyson is my brother and I wanted to spend more time with him. But, the actual reason is I just wanted to be able to spend some time (albeit most of it will be with others around) with my boyfriend Bowen, which no one knows is actually my boyfriend. We have both decided to keep it on the down low for a while to figure out if this is something that can potentially grow serious, before we tell my crazy overprotective brother, who will most likely throw a huge hissy fit.

I’m abruptly pulled out of my thoughts when Tys makes another sharp turn. I let out a low groan when I lurched forward as far as my seatbelt could take me, and bile started to climb up my throat. Cale notices my uncomfortable expression and gives me a worried look.

“Hey, are you alright y/n?” He cautioned, not sure what was going on.

Tyson’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror with a matching worried expression. Once he sees my distraught look, he looks back at me for a quick second before averting his eyes back to the road.

“y/n/n what’s up? You’re looking a little green.” Tyson commented.

“Can you pull over?” I croak out.

Tyson lets out a dramatic sigh. “C’mon we’re almost at the cabin.” He drawls out. “You’ll be fine. Just take some deep breaths.”

“Well then can you stop driving like a fucking maniac. You know I get car sick.” I snap. I see Tyson huff a little through the rearview mirror, but thankfully I do feel the car slow down a bit.

Bowen turns around in his seat to face me with a pained expression once he sees how much discomfort I am in. He tries to give me a little smile, but all he gets in return is a little shudder from me as I rest my head against the cool window.

“Here, you wanna try drinking some of my water?” He offers.

I take the bottle out of his outstretched hand and mumble out a quick, “thanks.”

As Bowen turns back in his seat, I just barely notice the slight eye roll that comes from my brother. I try not to focus too hard on what that could mean and instead focus on taking some deep breaths. Another low groan escapes my lips during a sharp turn, and that’s when I notice the hand peeking through the passenger seat and the door. I immediately go to take Bowen’s hand and instantly find comfort in his touch. His thumb rubs soothing circles onto the back of my hand that actually does wonders to calm me down.

For the rest of the car ride, Bowen and I keep our hands interlocked with each other-- him continuing to rub those soothing circles and every once in a while giving my hand a little squeeze when Tyson pushes down on the gas a little too hard, or we take an unnecessary sharp turn. And if Cale notices are conjoined hands, he doesn’t say a word.

Eventually, we made it to the cabin, surprisingly all in one piece.

“Remind me to drive back with Mikko and the others please.” I semi-jokingly say to Cale. He lets out a little chuckle, whereas Tyson just gives me a little glare from his seat.

Bowen and I finally part our hands once Tys takes the keys out of the ignition. Everyone then starts making their way out of the car, myself taking it a little bit slower so I don’t end up throwing up everywhere once my feet hit the ground.

As we are getting all the luggage out of the the trunk of the car, Tyson turns to both Bowen and I and surprises us with his next words,

“Byram, help y/n take her stuff up to your guys’ room?” Both of us raise our eyebrows and try to act confused at his words.

“Sorry?” Bowen squeaks out.

“You guys are sharing a room since you’re dating,” Tyson states matter-of-factly. “You are together, correct?” He says it so smugly, knowing that he has caught us in a lie. Obviously we weren’t as inconspicuous in our sneaking around as we thought we were. Bowen just clears his throat awkwardly before taking my bags and moving to stand next to me. I see him give me a pleading look, urging me to be the one to say something.

“How’d you know?” I questioned.

Tyson lets out a little scoff before replying, “You guys aren’t as slick as you think you are.” Out of the corner of my eye I see Cale nod his head in agreement. I meet Bowen’s eyes and let out a breathy chuckle while shaking my head.

“So you aren’t mad?” I pondered to my brother.

He let out the littlest sigh and approaches me to put his arm around my shoulder.

“Nahh. First off, you’re kinda grown up now so I can’t really tell you what to do anymore. And second,” he pauses and looks over at my boyfriend, “Byram’s a good guy, so I trust him.” They both smile at each other and do that little bro hand shake thing. Tys still has a grip on Bo's hand though when he warns, “But, if I hear a single noise come out of that room, I will beat your ass.”

Bowen clears his throat before pulling his hand away from Tyson’s and moving it to scratch the base of his neck awkwardly. “Noted.” He stutters out.

Both Tyson and Cale then leave us alone to make their way into the cabin. Bowen closes the gap between us two to bring me into a hug.

“Feeling better?” He mumbles into my hair, leaving a few kisses as he does.

I lift my head off his chest to meet his eyes and give him one of the biggest grins ever. “So much better now.” I smiled.

He gives me a quick peck on the lips, since Tyson was still in range of view. With a tiny smirk forming on his face he grinned, “Let’s go to our room then, eh?”

I grab ahold of his hand and let him lead me into the house, smiling at the fact we don’t have to sneak around anymore and I get to openly enjoy our time together with the love of my life.

This week just got a whole lot better.

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[tojikai]

Well, it seemed like making my creatures piss and shit on their stuff did not work 🙂...

Man I just wanna be Y/N's bodyguard on duty 24/7, but I can't do that (not because this stuff aint real) because I can't make Gojo and Rie suffer if I stick with her all the time. I would hand over that job to my boy Suguru who's doing a very good job at taking care of YN. I really felt it when he said he's closing shop so he can stay with YN, it makes me wanna leave flowers outside his window like santa (that's how I imagine santa okay, so let me be).

While I leave flowers for Suguru, I would leave like a pile of dirt from where I got the flowers right in front of Gojo and Ries doorstep. May they have maggot infestation and other lovely organisms waming up their home for them.

I would find access to their closets, and replace everything with my grandma's old clothes, even them underwear, I shall donate everything, they need it most. I also would invest to proper security for Suguru's apartment too if I were him, just to keep old ladies out so nobody would go hysterical over people having their tattoo.

P.S Gojo and Rie became conjoined twins at this point :D

PPS. For every chapter, these cliffhangers are just sjdgwjshsksudbzjs. Kai please omg I'm dying, lemme know which one's your window so I can leave flowers like santa.

-XOXO CHII (almost at heavens door with so much school stuff to do)

nooooo LMAAAOO the pile of dirt took me out 😭😭😭😭😭 that would literally be so funny, they're gonna be scared of a pile of dirt just bc it's suspicious LMAO the person who'd go hysterical over someone getting a tattoo is very very familiar 👀 is it a white-haired man? HDHSJSKS and satorie conjoined twins era 😭 you made me laugh again, chii ilysmmm~ 💕 but my window is really REALLY high up from the ground, u gotta fly to put flowers 😂 anywaysss take it easy on school stuff, bb don't overwork urself <33 i hope you're having a great day/night !!

[omishu]

1, 4, 11, 19 (I’m 90% sure you would, so WHAT would you paint them?), 24, 33, 43, 46, 48

So many questions and I don't remember what they were! Lol had to go back and look up the ask meme.

1. Who is/are [my] comfort characters?

Probably Luffy from One Piece. I have so many fond memories of my connection to him as I grew up with the series, same for Sakura from Card Captor.

4. Which cryptyd being do [I] believe in?

Tbh I believe in a lot of supernatural/mythological/fairytale creatures, but I don't think they exist in all the same ways that people usually imagine them.

11. Favorite extracurricular activity?

Probably hiking. I just really enjoy spending time in nature, but I don't do it nearly as much as I'd like (thanks, depression).

19. imagine we're at a sleepover, would [I] paint [your] nails?

Hell yeah! People keep buying me nail polish but I never use it on myself. I love giving makeovers though. It's the cosplayer in me. I've done some fun designs on people's nails before. For you, I'd probably do a cat theme with different little kitties in neutral colors on each nail. I just think that'd be fun to have and might make you smile to look down at your hands and see. (ofc Napoleon and Lewis would make appearances)

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

I think we might each have a cup of warm cider and do plein air sketches of the sky or smth. And of course we'd talk about life and comfort each other and maybe laugh together. Maybe show each other recent pictures of interesting things we've done or seen recently. Just vibing.

33. the last adventure [I]'ve been on?

Well, my mom has been trying to drag me out of the house occasionally because y'know (depression). But recently we went out to this farm and stopped at every art gallery along the way. When we were on a main highway type back road (oxymoronic, I know), it was around lunch time and I saw a sign for a cafe detour. We pulled off and drove for a while through basically nothing and found a random tiny town. Little Washington has this fancy-ass inn that's like a 5-star hotel with a michelin star restaurant. The whole area is basically built up around this inn and has a bunch of art galleries and other little fun up-scale shops. It was so weird to find out in the middle of nowhere, and we'd never heard of it. But it was a pretty cool little place, even though it was kind of a ghost town when we were there.

43. what's [my] take on spicy foods? Hell yeah, BB!! I love 'em. One time when I was at a concert in high-school, a couple of my Korean friends made me some spicy ramen. Since then nothing really seems that spicy. But I love to get hot hot hot curry and wings. Now I'm craving spicy food, yummy.

46. Favorite holiday film?

Hm well we both know I love Klaus if we're talking about winter holidays. I feel like there are probably others that I like to watch every year, but I just love Klaus sm.

48. when did [I] first try an alcohol beverage?

I had a really awkward golden birthday (I turned 21 on the 21st) celebration, definitely one of the most disappointing and underwhelming. And I had never tried alcohol before I turned 21. My sister and I went to a winery for tastings, so I think that was probably my first wine. My first beer I split with a friend from my Japan-America cultural exchange group at a fancy sushi place after an obon matsuri at a local Buddhist temple, and I still haven't had a beer better than that one.

I think that's all of them! Hopefully these satiate your curiosity, my dear xoxo

[99liners]

How will the men in tatemae series will react to their wife asking for divorce

Btw I really love ur writings, ur fanfics are one of the best fanfics i have read n happy new year 🎉🎊🎇🎇 xoxo❤❤❤

henlo, bb !!

the yanderes: kaiho!jjk, nodus tollens!pjm, aphotic!ksj would laugh on the wives' faces. you dare think you can get away? what a naive little pipe dream! you are not getting away, it is ride or die with them.

the soft yanderes: adronitis!knj and psychomachy!jhs would rather panic. they would be all "baby why you wanna leave when we have such a great life and such a great kid together?" they would legit shut down everything else at the moment to be with their wifeys and try to dissuade them from taking such a drastic step.

the tsunderes: enouement!kth and liberosis!myg would actually consider it. i don't think oc would be leaving kth though cause he can and will ruin her life and her family's reputation. with myg, it's more of a – if you can successfully fight the divorce, he would sign the papers as long as you are able to make him see eye-to-eye with all the damage that he's done in the name of his paranoia. mans loves a good legal battle.

thank you so much for such amazing compliments. my heart feels like it's about to explode <33 (*/ω＼*) (❁´◡`❁). glad you enjoyed it! happy new year <33

[wandsandwheezes]

Gala | R.D

WARNINGS // 2k // SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex, Public (??) sex, Exhibitionism (??), daddy kink, breeding if you squint, jealousy.

A/N // Hi I am kinda coming back from writing because I literally don’t know where this inspiration to suddenly write came from and I’ve never written for our bb Rog before so this is a whole experience for me, I hope you enjoy <33 this one goes out to my Roger whores @darthwheezely and @amxrtentias xoxo 

There was no denying that Roger was able to light up the room with his smile, he still held all the charm and confidence that being a quidditch captain gave him. Thankfully for you, he also had enough personality to hold a conversation with anyone he had the pleasure of greeting or introducing himself to, meaning that you could lazily drape off his arm while sneaking glances at the way he had pulled himself together for the event.

The days you saw your boyfriend in a suit always seemed to end in a mess of kisses and half-removed fabric as you desperately tried to grasp as much of each other’s skin as humanly possible. His hair was swooped almost too perfectly from the messy ruffle that he would usually wear. The shirt he wore was buttoned up to the collar, accentuating his sharp jawline and striking smile, at his neck sat a tie, grateful that by the least you were able to convince him to not wear a bow tie, at least not to an event like this.

Fred and George would usually hold an annual gala in celebration of the anniversary of Weasley Wizard Wheezes opening and every year both you and Roger would be sure to get the invite. This year was no exception, you were dressed up in a simple but elegant satin gown, hair pushed out of your face and makeup perfectly done, not only making you look like a billion galleons but also feel it.

Being close with the Weasleys meant that you were sat right up at the head table with the two owners of the shop. You would often lend a hand whenever they needed a spare pair of hands or someone to bounce ideas off of, to the twins you were just part of the family, the same way any of their siblings were.

You were sat next to Roger, his hand resting protectively on your upper thigh while your arm had looped through his, temple resting on his shoulder as you waited patiently for the first course to arrive. You were always pleasantly surprised just how many tables the Twins were able to fit inside the shop when all of the displays were packed away and the space was cleared away.

“You seem distracted,” Roger spoke quietly, a small smile on his lips as you looked up at him, you laughed a little, pressing a kiss to his cheek before going back to the comfortable position you were once in.

“Just hungry, love.” You hummed, I’m truth you were distracted, very much because throughout the course of the evening, he had ran his hands through his hair so much that little pieces had started to fall into his eyes much like they usually did and you couldn’t help but marvel at just how breathtaking he was.

“When aren’t you?” He joked, giving your leg a playful squeeze before you return with a laugh and a weak elbow to his side, watching as he broke out with a laugh, making you even more distracted by him.

“I should be offended, Davies.”

“You’re telling me you aren’t always hungry then?”

“That’s beside the point, Rog-”

Midway through the second course Fred leans over, whispering about how a girl from another table was throwing daggers your way, making a joke that he could give her something to look at, the thought in your head causing a laugh to fall from your lips as you dabbed the edge of your napkin against your lips.

Your boyfriend had observed the interaction, the grip on his cutlery tightening slightly at the way you reacted to Fred, a bubble of jealousy growing at how your friend had dared get so close to your neck, a place where he was already planning to paint with his tongue, leaving deep red hickeys in its place.

He accidentally dropped the knife against the plate, grumbling at the clattering sound as he picked it up again. You turned your head towards the noise, noticing the tensed jaw and disgruntled look that flushed upon his face. Roger was always easily jealous, not that he didn’t trust you but the thought of other people gawking at what was his gave him that edge. 

“Rog, baby, what’s wrong?” You asked softly, hand placed gently on his bicep as you turned your full attention to him.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” He smiled, nose scrunching up sweetly as he licked his lips, head ducking down to bite the food from his fork before smiling again at you with his cheeks full of food.

It wasn’t until after desert had settled that you were being pulled away from the chatter and laughter up the stairs, being met with Roger’s bruising kiss as soon as you were out of sight from the rest of the guests. It was at this point that you realised when he said there was nothing wrong, he was most definitely lying.

His hands were practically tugging the satin away from your body as you melted into his touch, arms snaking around his neck, lips pressed together messily as he took charge of the situation, not realising that he was walking you backwards until your back was flush against a solid surface. 

In the mess of kisses and the way you were practically putty in his hands at his very touch, you had hardly realised your surroundings until you broke away for air. His lips continued to pepper kisses over your neck while his hand pressed into the small of your bare back ever so slightly, arching your back for him at the feel of his electric touch.

“Baby, we can’t do this here, It’s Fred’s off–” You stuttered out through faint moans.

“Hmm... I don’t care, love.” He chuckled, nipping a kiss at your jawline, trailing kisses along until he pressed a kiss to your chin, each corner of your mouth then finally your lips.

“Now am I going to have to teach you how to follow rules again or can my good girl remember?” He hummed, deep voice rumbling into your chest, a faint whimper falling from your lips at the feeling.

“I’ll be good, daddy, I promise I’ll be so good for you.” You mewled, taking a quick and sharp breath in as he pulled you into his chest effortlessly with the hand pressed to your back, using his free hand to teasingly guide the zip of the dress down and over the curve of your ass, noting quickly the lack of underwear covering you.

“Yeah? Were you being good when you let Fred get all close? practically bearing your pretty little neck to let him mark… was that being good?” His hand slipped under the loosened material of the dress, his large hand squeezing at your bum as he chuckled, answering his own question. “I don’t think it was.”

“Roger, I–” 

He cut you off, spinning you around quickly with his hand wrapped around your throat, back pressed to his chest as you whined against his firm grip. 

“Breaking rules already are we, little one?” 

You quickly shake your head, letting out a deep breath as he released his grip on your neck, hands working quickly to push the straps of the dress off your shoulders before taking your exposed breasts in the palm of his hands, pressing a sweet kiss to your earlobe before nibbling at the soft skin.

“Words, princess.” He hummed, thumbs teasingly running over your hardening nipples as your breathing grew staggered. Your boyfriend knew just how sensitive they were to touch, using that sweet spot against you as he teased you into speechlessness.

“Daddy, I–”

“What’s wrong, baby?” He teased, smirking as he used the same tone you had used with him earlier.

“I need…” you trailed off, his lips peppering kisses along your shoulder.

“You need what? C’mon, princess, you can tell me.”

“I need you.” 

“Me? Hm, you’ve got me already haven’t you now, dumb baby? What do you need me for?” He chuckled, one of his hands hitching your thigh up while the other threw the spilt of the dress open, his fingertips finding your clit with ease.

“That what you needed? To be touched?” He began slowly circling at the bundle of nerves between your thighs, feeling the way he had already gotten you soaking wet, having hardly touched you.

“Yes, Daddy, I like it when you touch me like that.” The words could hardly come out as the grip on your thigh became tighter, making sure to keep your legs open for him.

“There you are, using your words like a big girl.” He praised, proudly drawing noisy moans from you, no longer caring if anyone could hear you at all, in fact he would rather everyone heard how you whored yourself out for him, drove him crazy in fact.

Spinning you around, you quickly found yourself with your backside pressed against the cold wood of Fred’s desk. Roger’s hands worked seamlessly on unbuckling his belt, pulling himself free before your hands quickly found his length, stroking him ever so slightly as he grew harder at your touch.

“Do you know how hard it is to stop myself from splitting you in two, princess? From filling my precious girl’s cunt up and leaving her ruined.” He mused, hand reaching up to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

“Then don’t, daddy.” You whispered, hand tangling into the hair at the back of his head to pull him into your lips, kissing him roughly as you felt him groan against your lips.

His cockhead teased at your slick entrance for a moment before he began to push himself inside of you, forcing your legs to wrap around his hips as he leant forwards to make sure he was getting the best angle.

With every thrust, the handles of the drawers rattled and the wood creaked, Fred’s office becoming filled with breathy moans and the sounds of slapping skin. He wasn’t being particularly rough for the moment but the angle he hit was enough to send you to heaven, every time you thought he had bottomed out, he found another way to push deeper, filling you completely.

“Feels so good, daddy, please.” 

“Tight little thing you are, feel so nice around me, my good girl.” 

He began to pick up the pace, fucking into you at much faster speed than you were expecting, moaning out loud enough for anyone to hear, one hand pulling your hip so that you met every thrust while the other toyed with your clit, helping bring you to release.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? you’ve been so good.”

“Cum with me, daddy, please.” You begged, his forehead pressed against yours as he swallowed you moans with a kiss for a moment.

“Yeah? You want that, do you?”

“Please.” You whispered, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach as he continued to hit your favourite spot with his slightly slower but still deep thrusts. Releasing over his cock as you felt him painting your walls with his own release.

“Well done, baby, looking so beautiful.” He lovingly ran his hand over your hair, smoothing it out.

“Hope you’re ready for when we get home, I’m not quite done with you or your perfect cunt yet, princess.”

He took your hands in his, holding them both above your head before switching to hold both wrists in one hand while the other ghosted down your half-naked side. 

“Get used to this, love, I’m gonna tie these wrists to the bed and absolutely ruin you.”

You leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, smiling at him bashfully. “Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re most welcome, sweetheart, now let’s get you home shall we?”

You nodded quickly, letting him pull your dress into place before leading you quickly out of the shop, leaving Fred’s office in a state. You both were avoiding the gaze of others as you ducked away from the function, eager to be at home with only each other’s presence.

It was surely going to be an eventful night.

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