#can u tell I don’t play abt my collections
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Please talk about what you love the most about your lil blorbos (Cable and Maverick and anyone else!) and what has been a fun challenge while playing them! And any other details that you're like "this is so neat but so niche so no one will know unless this VERY SPECIFIC SCENARIO COMES UP"
HEHEHEH WELL SINCE YOU ASKED….. :3c
cable—
i fuckin love this guy.
the basic rundown of cable: he’s charming, charismatic, loves spontaneity, and loves living life dangerously!! he’s all about doing what makes you happy and is a big advocate for self-love. they’ve got a high self-esteem and know their self-worth (he knows he’s hot shit and loves himself a lot!! ❤️) they also used to work at a brothel and are super open about their sexuality. this guy? horny. they love performing and pole dancing and wearing high heels. he’s also very affectionate and loves any and all kinds of physical contact. he’s also aromantic and pansexual!! he is platonic partners with my gf’s character, ophelia 💕
you ask me what i love about cable and it’s just. all of him LMAO.
i love cable sm because there’s a lot of myself in him (i made their character at a time when i was doing a lot of self-reflection). also he’s so open and honest and self-confident, i’m like— WOW, i aspire to be like you someday…
if i were to give a challenge i have while playing them… i love rp (it is my favorite part of dnd), but i fear i’m not the best at improv. i tend to get nervous during sessions for this campaign specifically. i think it’s that i’m so self-conscious about playing cable accurate to how i imagine him in my head that i’m just a bundle of nerves. i’m nervous at first, but eventually i get into a groove the longer the session goes on. though, these past few sessions especially, i’ve been pretty happy with how i’ve been playing him!! it delights me when my friends tell me they love cable as well 🥺
i also play leiana, my high elf druid!!
i realized i haven’t talked about her / showed her publicly on social media at all, so here she is. i don’t have as many things to say about her as i do cable, but i love her all the same!!
she was the first character i tried to give an accent to (irish), and while my irish accent is definitely not that good— it is what it is. this is just how she sounds like, and it’s good enough for me.
leiana is a cartographer and she loooooves bugs. loves bugs. which is very much not like me because i am, unfortunately, a little bug hater. but leiana has such a fascination with nature and bugs especially. she studies bugs and likes to pin them (she only pins dead ones she finds, she would never kill a bug herself) and she has a collection of pinned bugs!
she also has a pet tarantula named fenri, who can change colors! (he’s primarily pink and matches leiana’s hair.)
leiana is no stranger to grief and she fears dying. currently she is trying to distance herself from the party for Reasons 🥲
while i have a few more dnd characters, they are for upcoming campaigns that i have yet to play in!! cable and leiana are the two i am actively playing at the moment :3
maverick is also in my brain constantly these days, but unfortunately i cannot talk abt xem for reasons….one day i will gush abt them to my heart’s content…
thank u for letting me chatter abt my ocs, i give u a little kiss on the forehead
#dnd is so fun y’all 😭😭#i bounce around excitedly#casu asks#i made cable for an anim class with the intentions of ‘i wanna make a red enby tiefling’ and ‘i really wanna make another hot character’#leiana was just because i wanted to make a character with a pink pet tarantula#heheheh#cable#leiana
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U DID MY REQUEST ABT READER WITH OPPOSITE POWERS OMAHGAAAAAAAA :00
I hope I don't seem annoying, BUT I have a request :3
HEAR ME OUTT Matthew Patel x reader who has a child (like from another relationship)
Like a whole ass toddler. (Also, I checked, and yes, he's around 24, SO HE CAN TAKE RESPONSIBILITY)
Lol I just thought it would be cute (SORRY IF YOU DON'T WRITE THIS KIND OF STUFF PLS DON'T HATE ME, ANYWAYS I LOVE UR WORK BYE HOPE I'M NOT BURDENING YOU <3 )
a/n: THIS ACTUALLY REALLY CUTE OMG!! papa patel is apparently now my favorite <3
> matthew was honestly a bit excited when he found out you had a kid when you started a relationship with him.
> like i mean yea, you were a bit nervous about telling him about your kid, but no worries dearest reader, he’ll accept you and your wonderful kid <33!!
“matthew before we get serious….i just want to tell you that i have a kid..”
“….okay? when can i met them :>?”
> i feel like matthew is already good with kids since i like to think he has younger siblings back home so he knows how to handle little kids already.
> he even like taking your kid on little adventures around toronto whenever theres spare time or when your away.
> matthew is also just so gentle and collected when it comes to your kid, he may not know how it feels to be a single parent first hand but at least now you don’t have to struggle alone.
> there’s even times where you caught him on the couch sleeping with your kid sleeping onto of him as he has arms around them, you couldnt hold yourself back from taking a picture of this domestic moment <333.
> matthew even introduces his demon hipster chicks to your kids, let’s just say they absolutely love your kid.
“awwww look how cute they are!!”
“yea!! and look at their chubby cheeks!!”
“ok ok girls! i know they are cute and all but they’re only 2 so we don’t want to overwhelm them”
> one time the three of you were playing a little game of tag and when he got tagged by your kid, he didn’t expect what happened next.
“i got you papa!!”
“yea yo- OMG THEY CALLED ME PAPA (Y/N)!!”
> for the rest of the day he has the kid in his hands constantly, just happy to be a first time father <333
#toko writes#scott pilgrim takes off#scott pilgrim vs the world#matthew patel#matthew patel x reader
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can u infodump abt conrad veidt i find it fun reading ppl's infodumps abt their sp/ins
ok. welcome to my completely unorganized collection of thoughts about conrad veidt and how he was actually the coolest guy to exist ever
so one of my favorite conrad veidt fun facts is he was carl laemmles first choice to play dracula in the 1931 movie (wayyy before lugosi was even considered) but he ended up turning it down because he wasn’t super good at english at the time and didn’t really want to leave europe again…such a bummer though just think we almost had a bauhaus song about him…
he was in THE best movie ever made (the man who laughs) and he should have won an oscar for that performance as gwynplaine im not kidding.
according to lil dagover conrad veidt would stay in character between scenes while filming caligari and would occasionally scare the other actors and i think that’s so funny it makes me giggle so much
conrad veidt got paid more than everyone else in casablanca despite only being in the movie for like 20 minutes because he was just that cool
i’ve mentioned this so many times but he was in the first pro lgbt film ever !!!!! but also something i don’t see mentioned very often is in 1926 he was in a pro-choice film (kreuzzug des weibes) !!!
ok so another fun thing is that in addition to the movie there’s also a radio version of a woman’s face with bette davis as anna holm and conrad veidt plays torsten once again and let me tell you he puts 110% into that performance if you haven’t listened to it please do it’s on youtube and it’s life changing. also fun fact a woman’s face was his favorite of his sound films
also everyone knows this but i always have to mention how conrad veidt was super openly anti nazi and after fleeing germany with his wife in 1933 he starred in so many anti nazi films and donated his life savings to the british war effort it is so messed up he died before it ended
also. just look at him. absolutely slaying.
in conclusion conrad veidt was the best actor to never win an oscar and basically the coolest guy ever. everytime i learn new trivia about him i gain even more respect for him
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omg hcs for christine as your gf in a highschool au!!
christine as your gf in a highschool!au
✧ warnings: homophobia
✧ authors note: jas ml ty for requesting this even if u don’t know shit abt phantom of the opera <3 yk i love christine ! also reader is fem cause i said so
✧ m.list — nav.
writing this cause i finished my exam early 😈😈
her favourite classes are the ones she has with u
even if she absolutely sucks at it it’s okay cause she gets to spend it with her favourite girl!!!
or if its a class she likes but ur bad at she’ll tutor u in a heartbeat
typa gf to give u a kiss everytime u get something right
ngl she’d prob be in theatre 😭 so she’d tell u every little detail abt her auditions and what roles she wants
she once got cast as brenda in hairspray when she wanted penny and started genuinely tweaking
she’d get so so happy if u came to her shows
she’s broken character before just to wave at u !!
yes she got in trouble no she didn’t care
also ur probably also friends with raoul cause theyre still friends cause i said so
he’s not a theatre kid but he IS a band kid
he plays trombone btw 💀
christine would prob want u to try out clubs so obv those are ur go to’s cause ur friends are there
she understands if u don’t wanna join a club but she does encourage it
also!! u barely see her during exams cause girlie gets stressed (same)
like to the point she has to sleep during lunch because she barely slept the night before
so like u have to force her to fix her sleep schedule after exams are over
raoul gets so annoyed if y’all start flirting during lunch 😭😭 he’s almost moved tables before
“ew stop nobody wants to see that”
and then he’s ur first defender if someone starts being a bitch
the amount of people he’s gotten suspended, fired, expelled for harassing u guys is actually crazy
no shit gets past him the second he hears abt it they’re cooked
we love a supportive third wheel
also!! she’d get her license as soon as she can so she can pick u up and drive u home <33 literally no other reason
she’d wanna work at the same place as u when y’all get jobs (prob at the food court in the mall) but she refuses certain places
like she’ll work at subway but refuses taco bell?? (raoul would work at taco bell)
and he gets even more annoyed when she comes and visits u at ur job (taco bell 💀)
average white rich man when he has to work at taco bell and his two main friends are dating so he’s a constant third wheel
also every teacher loves christine and will let y’all sit in their classrooms for lunch it u don’t wanna be in the cafeteria
she’d love to buy u things for lunch and if she doesn’t have money that day she just makes u some herself
and let me say her cooking just might be the most amazing thing u ever taste
if u let her know how much u love her cooking she just starts bringing it for u everyday
she gets so offended if u don’t come to school when ur not sick and just cause u felt like it
if ur sick she’ll come by and take care of u (cause u only eat her soup) but not coming just cause u didn’t wanna??? 😒
she won’t rlly do much abt it she’ll just be petty for the rest of the day and then forget abt it the next day
also she loves walking u to ur classes! even if it’s across the school from hers
it’s okay she can run and she’s pretty decent about it cause she doesn’t rlly mind gym
she’ll walk to u class even if a teacher she dislikes is there
and coming to her house after school is the best
she has an insane cd/vinyl collection with every genre ever so she lets u pick some and plays them in the background
makes u play mario kart because she’s weirdly good at it
it’s like a superpower for her
she could start in the back and she’d still be in 1st place throughout the whole game
usually a toadette main but will match with u sometimes (yoshi and birdo, peach and daisy/rosalina, etc)
#jas ⭐️#mars silly little mutuals <3#phantom (marlees version 🎻)#mars writing 🧈#phantom of the opera headcanons#phantom#phantom of the opera#poto#christine daaé#christine daae headcanons#christine daae x reader#phantom of the opera x reader
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downtown lovers i — it won’t always be like this || calum hood
a/n: ok so. i originally wrote this out of my ass while listening to inhaler (shout-out inhalersos fans) and as i kept writing i decided to make this like an open series where i just write abt little downtown adventures and honestly i don’t know how this is gonna play out LMFAO cause it’s like not exactly a series but at the same time it kind of is??? like those stand alone books that you don’t have to read in order to understand but you still can for the experience???? dude idk what im saying anymore just roll w it i hope u guys like it
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the cool, evening breeze of downtown seattle brushed against melanie's legs as she stood in the queue of the music venue alongside many others, waiting until the doors opened for the band that would be performing that night, inhaler.
she switched between scrolling through different apps on her phone and eavesdropping on various conversations made by people surrounding her, hearing "i'm so excited to see josh jenkinson!" one too many times, trying to find ways to make the time pass a little bit faster.
this was her first concert that she'd be attending alone, and needless to say, the social anxiety was catching up to her. she'd been so used to having at least one friend accompany her to the hundreds of concerts she'd gone to, and she was under the impression that she wouldn't be attending this one alone...
until her friend cancelled last minute on her. which, was bummed her out an extreme amount.
however, the show was the next day and she absolutely did not want to scramble around on twitter and instagram, trying to find people who would want to buy her ticket last minute. so here she was, standing alone in a crowd of grouped-together people. and god, was she feeling anxious.
lost in her own intrusive thoughts, she even failed to realize that the man lining up behind here in the queue was alone as well.
she turned to her side, leaning her back against the brick wall of the venue and closing her eyes, taking a deep sigh as an attempt to calm herself down.
"hey, you okay?" a deep, accent-laced voice filled her ears. her eyes opened and she looked to her left side, making eye contact with a tall, tan skinned man. her eyes quickly scanned him, immediately noticing how fucking attractive he was. dark, curly hair that was on the verge of forming a mullet, a black supreme tee-shirt that exposed his multiple tattoos on his arms and accentuated his muscles, straight black leg dress pants and black docs. with a leather jacket in one hand, his phone and an unlit cigarette in the other.
god, he was hot. really fucking hot.
"oh yeah, i'm alright. just getting tired, 's all," she responds, trying to sound as collected as possible. "you're lookin' a little stressed there, love." he responds, assuming that the rosy shade appearing on her cheeks was from the cold air and not the use of his pet name, to which that assumption was flat out wrong.
"i'm okay. was just a bad choice of footwear for a concert. did it to myself," she fibs, letting out a light laugh as he takes notice of her black boots, then analyzing the rest of her outfit. a basic, black silk dress that was underneath an oversized leather jacket. "at least you look beautiful," he tells her. "you here alone?"
"thank you," she sheepishly smiles up at him. "yeah, i'm here alone, my first one, too."
"ahh, that's why you're lookin' so shaken up." he replies, letting out a light laugh. "don't worry, going to these by yourself are a piece of cake. definitely needs some getting used to, but afterwards it feels like nothin'." he reassures her, reaching in his jacket pocket for a lighter. "what's your name?"
"my name is melanie, and yours?"
"beautiful name for a beautiful girl. i'm calum."
"pretty name for a pretty boy. by the way, are you always this flirty?" she asks him, resulting in light chuckles from the both of them. "no, not always. only when pretty girls are lined up alone in front of me for inhaler." he says, melanie rolling her eyes and smiling in response.
"well, calum, i'm not lining up alone anymore. i'm lining up with you, now." she states, a big grin appearing on calum's face afterwards. "glad to be waiting with you."
they're standing in line for a little over 45 minutes, the conversation flowing exceptionally easily as they got to know each other. melanie's found out that he had also been in a band for a brief amount of time when he was younger, ultimately deciding to part ways but staying best friends with his bandmates. calum found out that melanie had just moved to the city as a result of a new job opportunity, originally living on the east coast just a few months before. with all the free time on calum's hands, he decided to spend some time in the city, having always admired how beautiful it is, yet never having enough time to adventure around it while he was around on tour.
"you're gonna have to play me some songs of yours, wanna compare you to bobby now," she jokes around at that last bit, referring to inhaler's bassist, robert keating, after finding out that calum was the bassist in his band as well. "i'd rock his shit, just saying." he responds, melanie laughing at his sudden defensiveness.
more giggles and continuing of conversations let the time pass by so much quicker than melanie had felt that they did before, and the next thing you know, the pair were standing beside each other while the general admission crowd were waiting for the anticipated band to come out.
despite choosing comfort and deciding not to camp out for long hours outside of the venue for the show, they had still made it to the second row on bobby's side of the stage. "looks like i'll be comparing you two for the entirety of the show," melanie giggles, calum nudging her slightly in response to her joke, "shut up. i'm showing you our songs the minute we get out of this place."
next thing you know, the lights dim and the four band members appear on stage, instruments, opening the show with it won't always be like this. the crowd roars and cheers, singing along to the band in front of them, hands waving around and feet jumping in all sorts of directions.
though melanie has some extra height with her uncomfortable leather boots on, her petite hight is on her bad side today, coming to the realization that she can't see very much due to the tall people standing in front of her.
halfway during the second song, calum takes notice of the way she's attempting to crane her neck up, still having a smile on her face as she enjoys the show. he breaks the touch barrier between them, softly grabbing her by the waist. melanie jumps slightly at the initial touch, but then loosens up at the realization of calum gesturing her to stand in front of him so that she could see better. it would benefit her anyways, and since cal was at least a foot taller than her, it wouldn't affect him that much – at all, really.
calum’s hands don’t leave melanie’s sides for the entirety of the concert. and as they’re exiting the venue and walking down the crowded streets at midnight, his arm is still wrapped around her as they stroll together.
“you know, you made this concert a lot more enjoyable,” she says softly, smiling up at the tall man beside her. “glad to hear. the exact same goes for you as well.” calum responds. “are you doing anything now?”
“if i would, i still wouldn’t be walking with you to no destination in particular,” she giggles, turning to him and stopping them from walking. “why? what did you have in mind?”
“i’m not entirely sure if this is too forward considering we met maybe 3 hours ago,” he starts, grinning. “but i’d love to get to know you better. preferably not in a concert queue. if you were willing to, would you wanna grab a drink or two with me?”
“hmmm, i’m gonna have to think about it,” melanie puts her hand on her chin, walking away from a calum with his jaw to the ground, laughing as he chases after her.
once he’s within reach of her shoulders, he turns her around, big smiles planted on both their faces.
“yes calum. i’d love to spend more time with you.”
#5 seconds of summer#5sos imagine#ashton irwin#ashton irwin imagine#calum hood#calum hood imagine#luke hemmings#michael clifford#michael clifford imagine#5sos#calum hood angst#calum hood fluff#calum hood smut
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what western media/music do u think the s62 would like ? (ur post abt izana liking mitski oh god help🥲🥲🥲)
I'll be merging these asks. Music taste anon, I hope you see this 😭
Western music that I think S62 might like, with artists (warning: self-indulgent, literally just projected my music taste on some characters but hopefully they still match)
*I might make a separate post for Western media hmm
IZANA
➼ Izana’s favorite music normally falls under the indie and rock umbrellas. He’s partial to 80s-90s rock and alternative rock but enjoys some modern indie artists from time to time. I see that he canonically listens to Queen (though I’m not sure if he does love the band or just one song), so there’s that. Other artists he might listen to are The Rolling Stones, Muse, The Strokes, Aerosmith, The Smashing Pumpkins, Arctic Monkeys (insists he likes their pre-AM music, would make a face if you tell him your favorite Arctic Monkeys song is “Do I Wanna Know”) ... and Mitski..... (you know why)
➼ His favorite Mitski album is Bury Me At Makeout Creek by the way.
Get a feel of his music taste: The View From The Afternoon - Arctic Monkeys, Tonight, Tonight - The Smashing Pumpkins, Angie - The Rolling Stones
RAN
➼ Somewhat your mom/dad’s music taste. Probably one of those people who say older music’s better than new music. He’s a New Wave guy. Likes a lot of 70s-80s pop hits; some funk, soul, and disco music; with some alt indie bands sprinkled in. He’s fond of shoegaze because of its floaty and ethereal sound which makes him feel nostalgic and at peace. He also appreciates mesmerizing vocals and orchestral instrumentals, so I think he’d like Florence and Lana if he heard them.
➼ Artists he would probably like: ABBA, Prince, The Cure, The Smiths, New Order, Cocteau Twins, Lady Gaga (I think she was big in Japan + her songs probably played a lot in clubs + she was always doing something shocking and Ran liked that)
Get a feel of his music taste: Lullaby - The Cure, Heart of Glass - Blondie, Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - ABBA
RINDO
➼ He’s into R&B, soul, 90s rap like Notorious B.I.G., Tupac, and Ice Cube. That’s what you’d usually hear playing in his room while he’s chilling. He’d listen to DJs too, of course, but maybe to the more underrated ones. (I don’t know that many DJs so I’m not giving names) He shares Ran’s taste for Prince. As for some newer artists, I think he’d like Joji and Childish Gambino.
➼ Likes EDM but frowns upon the EDM of the early 2010s. He has pretty strong feelings about it. Never play The Chainsmokers in his presence or die.
➼ His and Ran’s music tastes overlap when it comes to indie/alternative artists. Both brothers act like snobs over it. Rindo actually buys and collects records (as you can see, he has a CD and DVD shelf in his room), searching for rare versions of his favorites and everything.
Get a feel of his music taste: You Know How We Do It - Ice Cube, Redbone - Childish Gambino, Pony - Ginuwine
SHION
➼ Metal, metalcore, punk rock, emo. Anything that includes loudness and screaming. Because of Rindo’s influence, he also got into some 90s hip hop himself. I think he’d enjoy the way someone like Eminem raps. He could never get into chill R&B though, and most pop songs are either too “happy” or too “sappy” for him and he just wants something that screams in rage most of the time.
➼ He’d enjoy Deftones’ Around The Fur album, as well as My Chemical Romance’s stuff, some Evanescence here and there (he’s had a crush on Amy Lee at some point), Bring Me The Horizon, Three Days Grace, Slipknot, and old Metallica
Get a feel of his music taste: Around The Fur - Deftones, Master of Puppets - Metallica, Na Na Na - My Chemical Romance
MOCCHI
➼ He likes hip hop/rap like Rindo so they often bond over that. Mocchi listens to both male and female rappers and will not hesitate to rap extremely explicit verses if urged. Others’ music tastes easily rub off on him, so Izana’s alternative rock, Mucho’s oldies, Shion’s metal, and Ran’s disco pop have all found a place in his playlists.
➼ The type of guy to have a Taylor Swift (he likes Back to December) or Britney Spears CD hidden somewhere in his room. Also got into One Direction at one point. If anyone asks, he’ll says it’s his girl’s or mom’s.
➼ Okay, not Western, but he listens to Kpop and Jpop and stans girl groups.
Get a feel of his music taste: No Diggity - Blackstreet, Family Affair - Mary J. Blige, Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland
MUCHO
➼ If Ran’s got the music taste of your mom, then Mucho’s got the music taste of your grandparents. His taste in oldies is a lot similar to Ran’s but goes further back in time. He enjoys the “classy” feel of most of these songs and the way these singers sing. His favorite genres are funk, soul, R&B, and some oldies pop.
➼ You rarely hear music playing in his house. But if you do, it might be Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, Bee Gees, The Carpenters, or Simon & Garfunkel.
➼ And as for some more modern artists: Coldplay, Hozier, and Silk Sonic. Would enjoy Lana del Rey’s style too, especially her Ultraviolence songs.
Get a feel of his music taste: How Deep Is Your Love - Bee Gees, Yesterday Once More - The Carpenters, Viva La Vida - Coldplay,
KAKUCHO
➼ Kakucho listens to music to relax. He usually likes to play music while he’s cooking, cleaning, or just idling around (though that’s rare). His taste is more of chill, easy listening. Izana and Rindo influenced him to like alt-indie, R&B, and rap as well.
➼ Kaku doesn’t “stan” artists. If you ask him who his favorite artist is, you would not get an answer. He’ll listen to anything that sounds good to him no matter what people think of it.
➼ That said, he’s the person Izana makes a face at for saying that his favorite Arctic Monkeys song is “Do I Wanna Know?”
Get a feel of his music taste: Tek It - Cafuné, Clouds - BØRNS, Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys
#answered#tenjikubaby#izana kurokawa#ran haitani#rindou haitani#shion madarame#kanji mochizuki#yasuhiro muto#kakucho
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Yo can I get some soft caruki and azushin headcanons
I’m giggling, I was just having shower thoughts abt Azushin (yeah fuck Caruki- TRY ME//j pls don’t blow my ask box again))
Yk the drill, long post below
Azushin >>>
Azusa likes text more than calling or FaceTime, he’s unsure why (probably because he doesn’t have to hear himself sound awkward through a device)
Azusa likes giving Shin good morning and good night text messages- Shin doesn’t mind it but he does get rosy each and every time
Saying “I love you” back and forth goes on for forty minutes with these two, it’s obvious who started it over text
“Have a good day…I love u :)”
“I love you too”
“I love u more… :>”
“No I love you more”
“Try me…”
“I FUCFCKING LOVE YOU 🫵💖🔥💖❤️⚡️⚡️❤️🎆💖🔥💖🎆”
Shin, believe it or not, gets more sick than Azusa. If he had a cough out of nowhere, Azusa gets concerned
If it’s Azusa who gets a cold or something seasonally, Shin will NOT let him leave bed for an ENTIRE week
Shin can cook, but not create an amazing breakfast in bed for Azusa (Though he tries for his bby and that’s all Azusa can truly ask for)
Yk those TikTok’s or cosplay videos where people do like the heart shape with their hand and then the other person fills in the other side? Yeah, they do they too
(Something like this gngngngngng)
Shin had to teach it to Azusa and that was the cute part
[Insert Azusa going “…Ohhhh…!” Here at the shape of the heart being formed]
Going to make y’all orgasm over Azushin and say Azusa has a littttttle collection of bandages you’d put over small cuts (like if you slice your finger)
He’d have some looking like this (I think Azusa is cute like this)
Shin HATES them so DAMN MUCH, but he only lets Azusa put them on him if it’s a cut not noticeable (such as the face//cheek)
Did you guys orgasm? I hope so//j
Caruki >>>
THESE TWO PLAY CARDS, END OF THE ASK BYE 🏃♀️ 💨
Carla is really good at Flush as Ruki isn’t as much, Ruki is good at Poker and Carla isn’t at ALL
They like to make bets with each other (Ik you asked for SOFT headcanons, but these bets can also result in kinky punishments)
Carla likes when Ruki washes his hair for him, he’s king after all but the way Ruki does it is HEAVENLY
Try getting Ruki to paint with Carla and allow him to do better (Yes, a competition is made of who can draw the perfect circle ever)
TIC TAC TOE GAMES ARE CRAZY, THEY’LL PLAY FOR HOURS
I’m sure Carla doesn’t know what a coffee maker is or how to properly use one, he tried to be nice and add cream into Ruki’s coffee made for him and thought putting the cream through the coffee maker would steam it
It costed a lot to get a new one
I’m cackling this one: Azusa and Shin being together and it being the four of them is like being two moms meeting up at the park
Did I tell you Carla doesn’t know the definition of boiling water? No? Here >>>
#diabolik lovers#diahell#azusa mukami#mukami azusa#mukami ruki#ruki mukami#tsukinami shin#shin tsukinami#carla tsukinami#tsukinami carla#azushin#caruki#carla x ruki#nixxio ask#nixxio headcanons
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FRIEND. Do you remember when I told you about the game NeonMob? It is okay if you don’t. It’s basically a silly online art card trading and collecting thing. Like if you took Pokémon cards, took away gameplay aspects minus collecting and trading the cards, made a whole bunch of different themed card collections, and had cards of different rarity. NeonMob was my beloved hyperfixation game because I have always wanted a game like that: cards or something, you collect them just to collect them, you trade them just to trade them, look at my pretty collection.
I was going through my email (which I never do) and found out that NeonMob is shutting down in TWO DAYS (the folks who made it couldn’t keep up with the cost of running it and such) and I am upset because I have never found a card or sticker collecting game, be it online or irl, that is exactly what I want like NeonMob. So uhh thank you for listening to my vent ask before I went “this is upsetting but my family will not understand, I bet zi will listen” and so this ask exists! Also if you know any fun good collecting games where the main function is just to have fun by collecting please tell me.
ALSO also I saw you wrote a lot of words!!!! I’m so proud of you, friend! I haven’t gotten to read it yet, I’m doing schoolwork right now. (Or at least, I’m supposed to be doing schoolwork.) Being creative is wonderful, just make sure to take care of yourself too! I love reading friend zi’s writing but I care about friend zi’s wellness more 🫶. Have a good day! ~🐸
im so so sorry abt neonmob :( that sucks so much and i definitely feel that. sending many hugs. and yeah i definitely care !!!! i do remember when u originally showed me the game and it honestly seemed so fun :(
ahhh the many many words i wrote were for the march submission thing "once upon a blade" by the whumpy printing press so i dont think im gonna post it here. i wrote it specifically for the book :) but its a play on the tale of mattie the gooseboy, u can look it up if ur interested :D specifically the original poem tho which im not sure got translated or explained well. but i can also give u a rundown myself if u want!
thank u for caring abt friend zi's wellness. i weep
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i would love a stranger things ship/match up please 😄 im a biromantic asexual (sex-repulsed so my partner would have to be ok with that) woman! im 5’5”, short brown hair, i wear glasses, i have facial piercings (a nose ring, septum ring, and snake bite lip rings 😎) and shshshs im pretty chubby and self conscious about it so ye I’m low key like “would they still like me if I looked like no one who’s currently on the show 🤡” but it’s not a big deal to address if it makes u uncomfy
Personality wise I try to crack jokes and be sarcastic 24/7 because I have no idea how to hold a normal conversation otherwise. People say I’m nice but it kind of feels weird to be called that?? Like I try to be nice bc I have pretty intense anxiety but I fly off the handle as soon as little things deviate from how I plan a particular moment to go and tbh I can be so vindictive in the safety of my mind but I digress. When it comes to ~romantic feelings~, my plan is to pretend I don’t have a heart and push people away even if they make me feel good bc I have ✨vulnerability issues✨ so they would need to be able to put up with my bs and how much I swear up and down they won’t want to stick around. Maybe who can just pick me up like a sack of potatoes (physically or metaphorically depending lol) and refuse to put me down until I chill which would probably work 😂 they also need to have a sense of humor bc if I told a joke and they didn’t laugh I think I’d die lmaooo
As for hobbies, I love to write fiction and I’m majoring in creative writing at college rn, I used to love to sing but my neuroses kind of ruined that (prob a good thing bc I was a huuuuuuge diva), I collect comic books and action figures, I love video games, mystery novels, uhhhh. Yeah. I hate candy, cooking, and driving (never had a license never will babeyyy). I’m brain dead so that’s all I got but hopefully that’s enough 🙏 thank u so much
hi thank you for your request!
STRANGER THINGS: eddie!
ok so before i begin i wanna say eddie does not care abt looks...although he cares about your piercings and will never shut up about how hot you look with them you will have to deal with that 24/7...besides that eddie will continuously reassure you he likes you for you and it is not a facade. he definitely understands having issues about being vulnerable and will always persist on talking through thoughts with you and just being around. i feel like to enforce how much he is infatuated with you he will just go over to your house and sit in your room or wherever you are until you have to forcibly kick him out because he has been there for way too fucking long and he would need to change his clothes and shower. this man would be whipped i am telling you. i don't think eddie really knows how to be fully romantic but he tries his best bringing you books he thinks you would like or movies that you might enjoy. he would force a karaoke night though. he would love to hear you sing but he arguably loves how much you would laugh when he tries to imitate whoever the artist is that's playing. overall eddie will try his best to understand how to help you and even if he can't fully do it he always wants you to know he is there and ready to talk whenever you want or need.
i hope you enjoyed it! if you have any feedback please feel free to give it i love to hear what y'all think!
if you would like to request a ship head over to my blog they are open as of 6/23
#ships#stranger things request#stranger things fic#stranger things ship#stranger things imagines#stranger things#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson ship#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson
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hi!! can i get a romantic studio ghibli matchup (like, out of all the movies u write for !!) anyway, i’m a 5’0 trans gay enby who uses they/he pronouns. i have long-ish black/red split dye hair, i’m very pale, and i have blue eyes. i’m also kinda chubby and i look very very tired almost always. i mostly dress causal & in pajamas, but when i feel like it, i just dress in an all black emo sorta outift? idk LOL
if this helps i’m an ISFP 4w5, gemini/cancer cusp. i’m a very very quiet and reserved person in public, especially around those my own age. i choose to not talk and i often just nod my head or shrug. i really only respond when need be! however, when you get to know me, i am absolutely chaotic. i love to make people laugh and will do anything to achieve that! i’m very physical and i love picking people up and play fighting with them (i love arm wrestling and thumb war LOL). i have a temper that’s hard to control in private, and i do get a little physical- but i don’t hurt anyone. i just throw around stuffed animals or pillows. in public i am more self-aware and it’s only visible through my movements, tone, and expressions that i’m angry. but i also feel guilty and very sad and i cannot be angry at someone for too long and i end up coming back to apologize (but sometimes i’m petty so if its their fault and what they did really hurt i won’t). enough about that though, abt my friends. i always try to fix their problems and give them advice and i sort out their issues and whatnot for them. im always there to listen and id consider myself a good listener, even tho sometimes i can lose hope and give up. i am mostly pessimistic and think things will go wrong abt get really nervous, but sometimes im very optimistic and cheer people on, esp my friends. i overthink a lot, bad or good things, which usually ends up in me spaced out, and i have a hard time pulling myself back into reality. i get embarrassed very easily. i stand up for what i believe in no matter what and i speak my mind for the most part. i have strong beliefs and opinions, im very skeptical of others at first, and i take a while to warm up to new people. but sometimes my anxiety overwhelms me too much. i also get scared very very easily. i also have BPD if that matters
i love love LOVE bugs, cats, knives, plushies, and rubber ducks. I collect the last three things !! they are my favorites in the world and i love going outside and collecting little bugs and ive always wanted a pet spider. i also adore dark/horror media things, and i love halloween. i love being scared and going into horror rides & ghost tours, theyre my fav ! cats r my fav animal and i want 50 of them when i get older. plushies comfort me a lot so do rubber ducks, so ig thats a bit childish, but thats okay :). i collect knives bc i think theyre cool and i like to show them off like theyre my babies (they are). i also love rollercoasters and theme parks, i luv adrenaline. i constantly have to tell ppl they wont die, even tho sometimes im scared myself. i love weezer, foo fighters, childish gambino, korn, and ghost. music is a very very big part of my personality LOL.
im not a big fan of pda but in private i LOVE PHYSICAL AFFECTION AND WORDS OF AFFIRMATION !! i love kisses and hugs and i will die without them. gift giving is my least fav method of affection, i feel too bad lol. i dont like being ignored and i get a lil jealous sometimes, so i need reassurance a lot. i prefer masculine people and someone who'd be patient w/ me.
thanks!!
Okokok-
Before i finished i know who it was-
Howl from Howls Moving Castle!
I just think you two would get along great! Also, ty so much for paying attention to my less popular fandoms! Its a very nice change of pace. Howl is one of my favorite movies and the book is one of my faves too, so im glad i got to think ab studio ghibli today!
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PEACH PEACH CAN U WRITE SMTH ABT A BEACH DAY W OBEY ME BOYS!!! EITHER ALL OR ONE ILY BFF
the obey me brothers go to the beach!
a/n: these are super cute and quick, i hope you like them! most of my hcs for the brothers are a lot more... harsh? idk i like bullying them but this was a fun exercise to familiarize myself with their personalities and whatnot
you can also tell who i like the most in these i think FDSBJKFDBSJKF
lucifer!
this is oddly specific but lucifer strikes me as the type to wear a swim shirt
or like one of those full-body swimsuits that end as biker shorts??
like this
he also wears a shit ton of sunscreen and bothers others to do the same
very much drill sergeant vibes when he tries to get everyone out of the house on time in order to beat the traffic
has a fucking itinerary that nobody follows FDBSJKBDSJK
mostly stays on the beach with a book or just looking out for his brothers
hates the water but loves the tranquility that the beach provides
so he takes the day to relax
but i can still see him trying to get work done while at the beach and you have to force him to put his shit down
"diavolo literally gave you the day off what are you doing"
"its just an expense report, it'll be done quickly i promise"
"give me the notebook lucifer,"
"but-"
"GIVE IT"
mammon!
MY BABY UGH
i see mammon as a "wheres my hug" ass dude
so he probably likes the beach purely bc he can grab people and throw them in the water like a fucking caveman
he will pick mc up and throw them in the ocean, laughing like a maniac the whole time
also wears obnoxious sunglasses
"mammon are those really necessary? they're a little... tacky"
"you just don't know, fashion mc, asmo said they look nice hmph"
very corny but he will make everyone stay later so he can watch the sunset
takes like 20 pictures in the exact same spot and then never uses them again
ALSO USES A METAL DETECTOR LITERALLY RUNS AROUND THE BEACH TRYING TO FIND SHIT HE CAN PAWN OFF
"mammon that's a penny"
"yeah but it could be worth millions!"
leviathan!
mans doesn't even bring a swimsuit BYE
it takes the strength of all the brothers (and lucifer's wrath) to get him to leave the car
spends his time on the boardwalk buying corny souvenirs or sitting next to lucifer on his phone
gets burnt bc he's never outside and doesn't listen to lucifer and asmo when they urge him to put on sunscreen
tries to make everyone go home early but nobody listens FBSJKFDBSJk
attempts to make sand sculptures of some of his favorite characters bc he saw people do it online and he thought it was cool
draws in the sand as well
people come over to watch him work and admire it bc its actually pretty good
then he gets his shit kicked over by a little kid and then just gives up
you have to console him GSHJDHJFK
satan!
like a cat, i don't think he likes the water either
despises the water actually
i can see him playing beach volleyball with beel tbh
he's actually pretty good
also explores the boardwalk with levi, altho he doesn't buy any corny shit
if a there's a nautical-themed bookstore in the area, you'll never see him again
but in most cases he sits to read with levi and lucifer
likes to watch the animals do their thing
i can see him getting a hermit crab or a fish bc of how cute they are
"they're like the cats of the ocean!"
hates when mammon tries to mess with him and attempted to drown him once so mammon doesn't try shit with him anymore FSBJKFSBJ
asmodeus!
OBVIOUSLY HE TANS DUHHHH
probably wears the skimpiest little cheekster bathing suit too in order to "eliminate tan lines" or like a thong
OR he wears one of those giant straw hats in order to keep the sun off him
yk what, maybe both
he also collects saltwater to go home and make at home beauty treatments
collects seaweed as well
makes you help him hunt for pretty seashells to make jewelry and accessories with
"this one looks so nice with your complexion! here, put it in the bag!"
but mostly lays around tanning and flirting with people who stare at him
bc lets be honest whos not staring at him??
beelzebub!
i hate to be cliche but
this fatass is tearing the boardwalk UP
mans is harassing the icecream truck, eating various crab boils, and finishing all of those gimmicky challenge menu items that the restaurants have to offer
did they pack lunch?
yes
is he gonna still spend money and buy more food?
also yes
mc: "beel they call it the triple twist burger of death are you sure you want it?"
beel, who has already finished it: "huh?"
they either love him or hate him bc he eats a shit ton but that also means he PAYS a shit ton and who doesn't like money???
once he sees people going to the beach and catching their own shit, he's SOLD
hunts for crabs and wrestles big ass fish he finds in the ocean
would definitely start a bonfire to roast the food under the open air
plays sports with random people he meets and probably does calisthenics??? like those mfs who do chin ups and walk in the air???
i can see him doing that
belphegor!
doesn't do anything
sleeps in the sun
almost gets left behind bc everyone just assumes he's already in the car
likes to float in the water on a giant donut
almost like lazy river style
makes beel watch him to make sure he doesn't drift too far out to sea
doesn't like to get up too much but will get involved from the sidelines
like if asmo asks his opinion on a seashell or if the boys need someone to be referee for their volleyball game
keeps everyone's spot when they need to go do something
treats the beach like every other day he has tbh
i can see him letting mammon and asmodeus bury him in the sand and literally not even caring FBJSDKBJK
#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me#obey me belphegor#obey me beelzebub#obey me asmodeus#obey me satan#peachiileafrequests#peachiileafsfw#[🍑]peachiiwrites#[🍑]peachiimilquetea#[🍓]
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| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 | [Chapter 1]
pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader
this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, dirty talk, masturbation, sex toys, mentions of sexting/sending photos/videos, baby this has hella plot lmao dkhf 🥴💕 WELCOME TO UNTIL I MET YOU!! THE MINI-SEQUEL TO CAFFEINE! A bit of a shorter chapter but I didn’t want to overload with too much everything in the first chapter, ykwim? 😎 Thank you so much for your patience with this sequel, I know there were a ton of people asking for a sequel for months after I said I would 💕😭😭 As always, inbox roundup tomorrow! And don’t forget, next chapter for UIMY goes up on Feb 26th! T|H ch 1 next Friday! 🥰💕 Enjoy ch 1, have a great weekend and I love you! 💕
chapters; 1 - x - x - x - x
“Mmh… Wonwoo…”
His hands roam all over your naked body; warmth spreading all over when he digs his blunt fingernails into the skin of your waist.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His voice is soft, gentle, yet teasing; barely above a whisper as your back bows off of the bed to lean into his simple touches. “I missed you, sweetheart. Missed your ‘lil cunt too.”
A choked sob falls from your lips, followed quickly by rushed, hurried cries for Wonwoo to move faster.
“Don’t you want me to take my time? We haven’t seen each other in months.”
There’s a smirk on his lips, eyes twinkling with mischief when you reply back with a shaky whine. “Don’t you want me to slide my cock into your pretty ‘lil pussy nice ‘n slow? Let you feel every inch of me filling you up, just like it’s the first time all over again.” He stares at you dreamily; fixated on the way your body chases his hands when he drags them down to your thighs. “Or would you prefer it if I fucked you hard and fast? Your cute body squirming and trembling from how good I give it to you and my cock slamming into your tight ‘lil cunt.”
Wonwoo’s fingertips spread your folds as he licks his lips; appreciating how wet you already were for him.
“Bet your toys don’t feel as good as the real thing, huh?”
You shake your head ‘no’ furiously, “N-no, god, no! Wonwoo, p-please!” The male grins down at you, pouting mockingly at your desperate, pleading eyes.
The wetness between your legs is unbearable and the sobs are caught in your throat when Wonwoo leans over you, lips ghosting across your own.
“Okay. Just say--”
You’re shocked awake by your alarm clock; chest heaving in deep breaths as you sit up in your crumpled sheets. “Oh, fuck...” Groaning, your clammy palms reach for the ringing device as you shut it off and sigh.
The clock reads 10:02AM; tired eyes trying to blink away the sleep that threatens to take you back to the dreamland you much preferred. Although, dreaming about Wonwoo was becoming a little bit too common these last few days.
Sighing once more, you move to get out of bed; already finding your panties soaking wet and sticking to you like a second skin when you stand.
“Ugh... Damn it.”
You press the vibrator harder onto your clit; teeth chattering with the pleasure that pours over your body.
“Oh, god, please, p-please…”
Images of Wonwoo dance behind your eyelids; sultry smirks and teasing glances bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.
If there was anything that the last few months without Wonwoo taught you, it was that you couldn’t afford to lose him - in more ways than one. And despite his lack of calls or even text messages, you held out in hopes he still felt the same way that you did despite the distance.
You sent him pictures and videos of yourself often; teasing images half naked, toys in hand, and videos crying out his name while you came. And while he took the time to reply to those with praise and adoration, he almost never sent anything back.
When he did, it was always short, clipped replies of how exhausted he was and how he didn’t have much time.
“Ngh, h-harder…” Your toes curl against the bedsheet; phantom feelings of his cock fucking you hard and deep making you cry out in desperation to be filled by his cock.
Your phone rings on the nightstand next to you as you cum - vibrator pressed so hard against your clit that your back bows off of the sheets while your thighs shake uncontrollably.
And for the first time in a long time, it’s an orgasm that feels like it’s worth something.
‘Gyu: hey did wonwoo text u?
‘Gyu: he’s back next monday he said
‘Gyu: idk abt classes tho, might be out of commission for a while bc jetlag
‘Gyu: thinking abt throwing him a party on friday after he comes back...
‘Gyu: u wanna plan with us orrrrr? U got a private party or sth 🥴😏
‘Gyu: lmk
You’re nervous. Shy, even.
After you’d come down from your orgasm and checked your phone, your mind momentarily went blank from shock and the first thing you’d done was text Wonwoo to ask if he was really coming back that soon.
‘Ah, yeah, I was just about to text you. Prof said we can go home early if we wanted since we finished up classes. I’ll see you sometime next week? Jetlag and stuff.’, was all he had said and in your excited state, the only thing you had responded with was an, ‘Okay, great!’, without asking when, where, or what time.
You figured you’d give him some time to readjust instead of bombarding him as soon as he got in. But each second that you knew Wonwoo was home, you found yourself itching to just be in his presence.
You just had to be a little more patient.
Wednesday morning comes and you find yourself skipping your morning class to go to the library.
For studying, you tell yourself.
The male at the receptionist table shoots you a small smile to which you awkwardly smile back before ducking into an empty aisle. All you knew was that it seemed like Wonwoo wasn’t here.
Maybe he’s still at the frat house, you wonder.
Sighing slightly under your breath, you decide that maybe getting some work done would actually help distract you from looking for the male.
You find an empty table, setting your things down before pulling out your phone.
In all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you were being so shy and nervous about contacting Wonwoo, especially when you so unabashedly sent him nudes every few days when he was away.
Although, with how things had been before he left and the prospect of actually dating once he came back from his semester abroad - the butterflies in your stomach had been nonstop with the different scenarios that played out in your head. You’d even gone so far as to plan what happened if Wonwoo had decided he didn’t want to make an attempt at dating you.
“Sweetheart?”
The grip you have on your phone only tightens as you whip your head around to find Wonwoo standing behind your chair and you swear your heart stops beating the same time your breath gets caught in your throat. “H-huh?”
He smiles gently down at you and you can’t help but wonder how long you were spaced out to not notice him there.
“Is this a dream too?” You wonder aloud - Wonwoo chuckling in response as he moves to collect your things for you.
“Have you been dreaming about me that much, sweetheart?” You stutter and stumble over your words; embarrassment eating at you every second that Wonwoo has a knowing smile plastered on his lips.
“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat since we both know you’re not really here to study.”
The version of Wonwoo that sits across the cafe table is… different.
Not bad, just different.
His arms are much tanner and definitely more muscular and the glasses missing from his face lets you appreciate his eyes even more when they’re not hidden behind the thick frames. He had even opted to wear a sleeveless shirt; something that you weren’t used to when he usually was around campus in long sleeves and sweater vests.
Although, you can’t and won’t deny the way your body reacts to this Wonwoo.
“Hey, I’m talking to you and you’re just spacing out.” Muttering, he leans over the small cafe table until his face is only inches away from yours and the smirk on his lips already lets you know that you’ve been caught staring.
“Listen, I know I’ve been gone for three months but you’re lookin’ at me like you haven’t had a fix in all that time.” Your lips press into an embarrassed firm line, avoiding his stare as he raises a brow at you.
“Wait, you didn’t fuck anyone in the three months I was gone?”
“No… did you?” Your voice is barely above a whisper; a little afraid that his answer will be ‘yes’ when he takes a second longer to respond.
“Nah,” He settles back into his seat, “I told you, didn’t I? I was willing to try the whole… dating, relationship thing with you when I got back. Although, I’m somewhat surprised one of the others didn’t try to seduce you while I was gone.”
You laugh slightly, cheeks warm as Wonwoo teases. “I wouldn’t have given them the time of day anyway.”
Your entire body burns hot, palms clammy in your lap from how giddy you were to be with Wonwoo and it made your heart do backflips knowing that he’d still been willing to try with you.
“Ah, how was it abroad anyway? You… didn’t really say much over the past few months so I feel like I don’t know how you were. Just some messages about how tired you were...” He takes a sip of his coffee; unintentionally making you internally scream when his lips form a pout while he thinks.
“Honestly? Other than the days we were excavating ‘n stuff, it was pretty boring. Really hectic though, and a lot of documenting which meant a lot of paperwork. I swear, I closed my eyes and I saw the inside of my textbooks.” He chuckles lightly, eyes focused on the cup of coffee in front of him.
“I just want to say sorry for my lack of communication. I really didn’t expect to be so busy that I couldn’t even pick up a call.” There’s a genuine apologetic look on Wonwoo’s face when he looks back at you. “And the time difference was really rough too. I didn’t want to take it out on you over the phone if I was stressed about not sleeping or the workload. I know we can get a little rough when we ‘play’ but this wasn’t that and it wouldn’t have been fair.”
Oh.
“T-that’s okay, I understand!” Your heart does somersaults in your chest, “I--thank you for thinking about me too.”
The feelings you have bubbling up inside of you make you feel like you’re falling in love for the first time, all over again. “Um… Sorry I sent so many pictures ‘n stuff.”
Wonwoo laughs, this time throwing his head back slightly before he tries to hide his wide grin. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t apologize.” Your eyes meet his and for a split second, you see the familiar dominating look in his eyes before he leans over the small cafe table again.
“I might’ve not had all the time to entertain you those times but I thought about you alllll the time. I missed everything about you.” His voice is barely above a whisper - careful to not let anyone else in the cafe hear the topic of conversation. “Which, by the way…You piqued my interest earlier with your question. You never really answered my question about having dreams about me.”
You shift in your seat as you avert your eyes from his; eyes flitting down his toned body instead as you mentally curse yourself.
“I… kinda? I m-mean… not normally but just--just these last few days. It’s almost been every night… I wake up and--and it’s just… I’m...” You trail off; somewhat shy to say the rest of what you were going to say even though you’re almost certain Wonwoo already knows.
“Odd. Me too. I kept dreaming about you, which is, honestly, kind of why I thought to come back earlier.”
“Oh?”
“Mm, we still had 2 weeks left, technically. A bit of a spillover since my professor wanted us to explore the city once finals were over. But I just wanted to come home.” He finishes with a chuckle - a soft look in his eyes.
You pout back at him, “You didn’t come home early just for ‘lil ‘ol me, did you?” You say it jokingly, but deep down you do wonder.
“Would that be so bad?” Grinning, Wonwoo sets a couple of bills down onto the table to cover the meals you both barely have touched.
“Like I said, I missed everything about you, sweetheart.”
Wonwoo walks you back to your place afterwards; laughing and joking with you as if he hadn’t been gone for the last 3 months.
There’s a certain playfulness about him that makes your heart bloom and part of you wonders if he’s opening up to you more now that there’d been some time apart.
“Are you gonna be working at the library again? Or is that done forever now?”
“Mm.. I mean, it’d be kind of weird if I stopped, don’t you think?”
The grin of his face is telling and you have to mentally stop yourself from letting your mind wander in the middle of the sidewalk. “Y-yeah... Studying in my apartment isn’t really the same, y’know…”
Laughing, Wonwoo takes the opportunity to swing an arm around your shoulder as he tucks you under his arm. “I was actually at the library earlier to ask about my position back. I start tomorrow.” Goosebumps rise on your skin and the close proximity is enough to make you whimper.
“I’m only taking two classes this semester to give myself a bit of a break so I’ll be in the library more often to fill up the time. You can always call me if you need to know where I am. I promise I’ll respond this time, sweetheart.”
Before you know it, the two of you are already standing outside of your complex as Wonwoo takes his arm off of you.
“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?” There’s a hopeful lilt to his voice that has you nodding feverishly in return.
“I have a morning class but I’ll come by in the afternoon? I can text you to let you know, just in case.” You offer back.
Wonwoo licks his lips, tilting his head before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead.
The soft gesture momentarily throws you off as you freeze but the smoldering look in Wonwoo’s eyes when he pulls away lets you know that he’s already scheming.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)
Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?
Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader
genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol
Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!
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taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine
a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!
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The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.
Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.
It was the only face behind the killings.
But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.
“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”
“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”
You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.
You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.
“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”
You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.
“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”
“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.
A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”
Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.
You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.
“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”
Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.
You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.
It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.
For the first time in forever, you looked alive.
Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.
“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”
Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.
You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”
Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”
The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.
You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.
Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.
He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.
Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.
This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.
It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.
The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.
After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.
They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.
A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.
A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.
Billy.
Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”
A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”
With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”
“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”
The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.
“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”
He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.
“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.
“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.
“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”
The subject's face dropped.
“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”
“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”
The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.
“What is this? What fucking game?”
“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”
“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”
A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”
“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”
He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.
A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”
Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”
Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.
Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.
He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.
That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?
[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]
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Prelude - I need to stop catching sight of poetry on my explore page lol. This is entirely self-indulgent and very specific cause I’m rotting thru life rn and so if u dislike I understand lol. When I was in the hospital this last time it sucked rlly bad and like the awful horny degenerate I was I kept thinking abt Kirishima and soft sweet Sugawara idk lol
Pairing - Death god Kirishima x Reader
Warnings - Suicide, suicide attempt, no smut. Death. Drunk Drivers. Yandere but only a little bit and cause I can’t voluntarily accept love it has to be forced bc I cannot handle the thot of someone who is sane loving me bc there is no freaking way lol
Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5Iy1wdO0tMaHwKnfFYtlel?si=-vqod-W6SHia8ui2Hdl_9g
Adding this one bc it’s like one of my favorites and I wish god I wish and I hope that this year is better than the last amen lol also there’s nothing more sad to me than someone pleading and begging and crying for the year to treat you nicely like bitch u okay? no. the answer is no.
https://open.spotify.com/track/0xRO7EKgYKVB8zKIoiXMDD?si=HYBaiBzjRGmQwfCHgnTUxA
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“It hurts.” You had told him, as the entity sat at the end of your hospital bed.
He often sank heavily onto the nearest surface, as if his bones ached with the weight of his body. You saw him often during those first few days in the hospital, days spent puking up pills, every move you made monitored, doctors and nurses scolding you about the severity of your actions.
You didn’t think they could see the hulking figure that comforted you.
“I”ve heard that it’s supposed to.” The red god of death would think aloud.
“I don’t want it then.” Tears upon your cheeks, soft, misty. “Take it.”
“Your life?” A nod would affirm his question, but the red god would shake his head. “I am no thief. Not a hunter, simply a gatherer of souls. I won’t take what doesn’t belong to me.”
“Then it’s yours, have my life. A gift, from me to you. Don’t make me live it any longer…..”
His sadness would show in his eyes.
But the soul-crushing hugs that were provided were admittedly a tiny bit nice.
“You’re far too sweet for your own good. I’ll receive your life when the time is right, not before.”
“But I don’t want it!” You sobbed into his shoulder, the god seeming to be your only friend in the world.
Hands stroked along your back, soft shushing sounds as the god attempted to soothe you in the ways he knew how. Soft touches, kind truths. “Many don’t. But it happens - life happens anyways. All you can do is find the things that make it less painful.”
“That’s not enough, it still hurts. I can’t stand it.” The sobs wracking your body didn’t stop the entity from holding you.
“I know, and I’m sorry.”
——
He’s patient and kind.
Surprising for a god who’s work involves collecting souls as if they were taxes. A job that should be bitter and tiresome, but the entity has infinite softness resting inside of him.
He walks with you, as you get “better“.
You watch him stop to marvel at flowers, to study the way dew drips from trees in little drops, eyes wide and wondering as crows startle from their perches and take off with noisy weeping.
This courtyard is drab and brown, a prison. Safe.
Yet the god of death treats the space gently, with respect. He thanks the old walls for standing, the worn stones beneath your feet. Their service is noted and appreciated. He’s so tender it almost makes you sick.
But you come to realize that he’s simply allowing himself to be vulnerable, to experience the earth and the beings in it.
For as soon as one recognizes vulnerability, which is so different from weakness or tragedy, one experiences a sense of tenderness. Without tenderness, pleasure means nothing. You need only look at the animals to see the truth of that. It is gentleness that distinguishes their playing from the actions they constantly take to ensure their survival.
You ask why he walks with you, why he is so focused on seeing you get “better“.
A soft smile, a meeting of eyes. “There is an end to your pain, sometime and somewhere. It’s most likely not here, not in this place at least-“ and he looks around, at the cold walls, the other sick patients, the staff. All human.
“-It will come. But for now, it’s enough to try and seek it out ourselves.”
You must look more sick than you really are, talking to thin air like that.
——-
Once you return home, the red god writes you letters.
He’s an old soul, an old god. You’re sure if you asked, he’d be able to recount the very first souls he reaped, a man and a woman, sinful and sweet but in love.
The letters help you get out of bed. What new stories or little quips the god has written pique your curiosity, even when you don’t want to move, don’t want to be awake or alive.
He tells you stories about certain souls, how each one is infinitely interesting, how they all interconnect. How some of them struggle against him, however fruitlessly. But he’s not the one who brought about their death, he’s there to comfort and guide.
Other souls, (“souls like yours” he writes) welcome him, run to his arms like a long lost lover. Their death was terrifying by their own hand, and it hurt. He can’t take away that pain, those memories. The red god says he wishes those souls find peace wherever he must take them afterwards, or at least, some form of contentment.
“The meaning of life is to give life meaning, at least, that’s what seems to be the consensus.” You rip off that part of the letter, hang it on your wall by your bed. The other letters you keep in your nightstand, content with the knowledge that there are souls out there like you
It’s hard work, creating meaning for yourself.
The red god takes to visiting you between each letter, says he misses you, the way your soul cries. He tells you that he wishes he could help you quiet it, quiet that raging, terrible storm that hurls you about.
You make him cookies - it’s the only way you know how to say thank you. It’s what your mother taught you, so it may not be right, but the god eats them nonetheless. He likes it when you eat with him, feeding you bites from his cookie, wiping chocolate off of your nose, making you laugh with stupid jokes and a mouth stuffed full of cookies.
Even if some of them are too crunchy, or others too soft, all of them imperfect.
Imperfection is the essence of humanity, he tells you, and it’s more fun eating each cookie with the thought that you’re devouring your imperfections, making yourself whole again, filling up the empty spaces in your soul.
——
Eventually, the crawl back to your feet, rise with the unsteadiness of a toddler. You fall frequently, cry often, but you’re able to get up and try again.
Some days you need to bury yourself in sadness, let yourself feel and feel and hurt. Other days are not so bad, but still tinged with regret and fear and sadness.
The red god is by your side, gives you something to cling to when you waver.
He is always there.
He will be there when you meet your end.
The god is in no hurry.
You question why he wastes his time on you, hours spent reassuring you, talking to you, tucking you in your bed and leaving glasses of water on your nightstand before taking his leave.
Home is a feeling, not a place. Home is with you - that’s what he tells you. You take his breath away, even though he might not even need to breath because he’s the god of death. HIs thoughts muddle and he trips over his feet and can’t help himself from wanting to hold you.
You learn that even gods yearn for home.
He’s capable of feelings and emotions just like any other human. He may be wiser, and older, able to draw from experience and a deep well of wisdom. But he still feels, and feels deeply.
Just as he gives the earth around him such reverence, he extends that same attitude when he deals with you.
“Everything I see reminds me of you. When I wake and the sun creeps over the mountains, hesitant, it reminds me of the way that you rise - haltingly, yet it happens nonetheless. The flowers in the field that so steadily grow, you’re like ground they take root in, soft and unstable yet still tenable with the potential for growth. I don’t know, I haven’t exactly held such closeness with a human-“
He trails off, but you think you understand.
Maybe you don’t. It’s hard to relate to a god.
——
A confession occurs, and you’re surprised to learn that the blood-red god of death is in love.
“What did my hands do before they held yours? What did my heart do without all of this love? I can’t hold enough of you, I carry such love for you in my heart.”
With a frail, hopeless human nonetheless.
You don’t know what to tell him, how to explain that you can barely take care of yourself right now, meet your own needs.
But the red god seems to know, seems to understand the way your breath hitches and your eyes widen. One more hug, squeezed tight to his chest while he promises nothing has to change.
Things do change, even if you wish them not to. The world doesn’t bow to your whims, nor the death-god’s.
Innocent touches, his hand on your shoulder, patting your head, offering to rub out the tension in your back after you’ve had a crushing day - they don’t feel so innocent anymore.
The constant survellience still seemed kind, and you knew it was with your best intentions in mind that the god hovered so close, invading every aspect of your life.
But a creeping tendril of unease took hold, and you worried.
Everywhere you turned, he would be there, ready to support you, walk you through anything you wished.
Again, you questioned his commitment. Why? Why you?
“I can’t explain how fond of you I’ve grown. How heat blossomed in my chest as we grew closer. There’s infinite things I wish to say to you, ways for me to express my-my love, but I’ll just let you live.”
He neither killed you nor let you live.
Was it frightening? Maybe. But you had nothing to really live for, lost, searching for your own meaning in a big big world, floundering in an endless sea of sadness and suffering. You weren’t afraid of anything the god could, or would, do to you.
Until you woke up, not knowing where you were, in pitch black.
Arms encircling your shoulders, a soft body beneath your own, holding you tightly, a hand caressing your cheek.
A sun rose, on a strange new land, on the blood-red god gazing at you.
“There seemed to be so much more time for you. But accidents happen, Drivers drink and hearts give out. I was expecting you to grow old, for us to live and love like that, see how you grew through life.”
He looked around this new world, and you vaguely remember what had come before. A walk along the sidewalk, blaring horns, impact, blood.
“But this will be just as nice. You can stay here with me now. Life can’t cause you anymore pain.”
You don’t feel comforted by those words. There’s no way for you to know whether this new world would be better than the one you left behind.
#kirishima#Kirishima Eijirou#kirishima x reader#kirishima imagine#bnha kirishima#kirishima x you#yandere#Yandere kirishima#tw.death#tw.suicide
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i don't mind having my main out there :) ty for asking tho !! i think clarity for sfw and if u wanna do nsfw then exposed !! -@goldenkirstein
exposed ( fem. character x fem. reader )
notes: you ever just get horny for a girl? because god damn. girls make my brain go brrr- normal normal unedited because i’m too embarrassed to reread the stuff i write ✨ also thank you for the prompt my dear <3 i’m so nervous abt this imma just go to work i loVE U ALL OK? OK BYE
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warnings: nsfw!! minors do not interact! public fingering!
her hand rests on your knee, and the touch alone sends you in for a whirlwind.
you both are at dinner, sitting directly next to each other like the gross couple you are, backs turned to the other patrons of the restaurant. your legs are spread- your left one under her right because 'you move too much' and the cool air from the restaurant blows around your bare legs and shocks you when it fans against your bare wet cunt.
you both are far too comfortable and she doesn't do anything for a while, toying with her phone as you skim through the menu out of habit, despite ordering the same thing every time. her hand moves up to your thigh and you tense slightly, your nerves dancing around excitedly in your body.
her gaze remains on her phone screen but you can see the way the side of her mouth quirks up. "nervous much?" you pinch her side, relishing in the way she jumps in her seat. she rights herself just in time for the waiter to come asking if you both are ready to place your order as he sets the drinks the two of you ordered on the table.
her order rolls off her tongue with ease, and you take in as much of her face as you can in those few seconds, completely sidetracked by how pretty she is. so sidetracked that when you snap back to reality, it's to feel her nails dance higher and higher on your thigh.
your eyes must give away how confused you are because she clicks her tongue and just chuckles; it's that mix of 'wow, i love you' and 'wow, you're so fucked' and it does some really twisty things to your stomach and sends a wave of arousal to your core, the same one that's now inches away from her fingertips. you wouldn't be surprised if she could feel just how hot you are, aching for her touch. "i ordered for you," her fingers slowly find their way right in front of your heat, the slightest twitch and she would be able to feel the slick that's coated itself between your fold and something about that makes you ache even more. "the usual, right?"
you nod mindlessly, not hearing the question but praying it didn't require elaboration. the pauses between her questions and statements confuse you and you hope it isn't easy to tell that you're having a hard time keeping up. you focus on her again, hoping to steal a quick look at her eyes to see if she can tell how affected you are- by something so simple, as her just being.
however, when your eyes go to meet hers, you're met with the sight of her lashes fanning out on her cheeks. if you weren't to hyperaware of everything about her at the moment you would have missed the way her eyes swirled dark as she stared at the way your pussy gleamed because of her, for her.
you have the decency to be embarrassed and you attempt to close your legs even a little bit. she must sense how you tense and shifted because she mumbles a 'nu huh' before her leg tightens over yours, keeping them spread the exact way they are.
"i want to see that pretty little cunt of yours get all excited." her voice is barely above a whisper and her eyes slowly drag themselves back up to your face before looking dead into your eyes, " i'm allowed to see, right- i mean it does belong to me after all."
a barely catch the whine that almost passes your lips, but you can't hold back the startled 'oh!' when you feel her fingertips slip through your folds, playing with the slick that's collected there.
your breath stumbles out of your lungs and you try to catch as much of it as you can to keep yourself composed, unsuspecting to everyone passing by.
"'so wet, babygirl." she presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, it's the complete opposite of the way her two fingers slide into you; so sinfully, so easily. "all this for me, hm?"
your eyes flutter shut at the words and your hand flies to your mouth just in time to catch a moan from leaving this little space of the two of you.
"mmhm, gotta be quiet, pretty girl. can't have other people hearing those sweet little sounds that are just for me." she says but she works her fingers faster into you and if your eyes weren't shut you'd see that she's waiting for you to slip, dying for someone to hear the way you're leaking for her.
you're barely holding yourself together and she's clearly enjoying the little noises that slip past your lips whenever she hits that spot and she chuckles at the dissatisfied noise that leaves you when she misses it, toying with you.
you're so lost in the feeling that it's easy to forget that you're in public. you almost throw a fit when her fingers leave your soaking cunt and you stare at her with your mouth agape. you blink yourself back into reality just in time to see her fingers, that were covered in your slick, exit her mouth. she takes off her sweater before placing it over your lap just in time for the waiter to return with your food.
he places the plates in front of you both and when you look at him, he's red and stumbling on about how 'he's sorry for the wait' and how busy they are but when you look around the restaurant is more empty than not and you can't help but wonder if maybe the way you tried to silence yourself wasn't good enough.
you think it's shame that floods your body but the thought of being heard makes you just the tiniest bit more excited.
you're already so needy and just want to feel her fingers in you again. so when the waiter finally leaves the table, your hand reaches out for her wrist and slipping it back under the sweater wrapped over your lap.
her eyebrows shoot up and she looks as if she wants to say something smart, something that's gonna make your face run hot, but she just smiles and presses her thumb against your clit and it's not really what you need but it's enough for right now.
your palm is pressed against your mouth to keep all your little noises just between the two of you and your eyes meet hers. maybe it's the way your eyes are pleading, begging with her to do more- maybe she's the one who breaks first, you're not sure and you honestly don't care. not with the way her fingers are back inside of you curling and rubbing against your walls.
your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw drops slightly at the pleasure you're feeling. you're trying you grind your hips to meet her fingers, to get them to go just a little bit deeper.
her fingers brush against the spongy spot inside of you and something behind your eyes bloom and all of your control snaps. your hand worms under the sweater and finds your clit, rubbing and circling and sprinting you towards your orgasm and the way the breath rushes out of your lungs makes you dizzy.
"you gonna cum, baby?" her voice is far off, hazy as it gets through all the cotton in your head.
"'m gonna cum- gonna cum," you mouth, knowing that if you made a sound you wouldn't be able to hide how wrecked you are. your so close and you can hear the squelching of her fingers going in an out of you and with the way your fingers are rubbing your clit, it sends you over.
your spilling over onto her fingers, cunt squeezing around her digits as they continue to milk you through your high. you can faintly hear her cooing 'good girl to you. your vision is so white have to put your head down on the table and thankfully she moves your food just in time to save another mess from happening.
she removes her hand from you, a giggle slips out of her at the way your body twitches at the slight overstim from her fingers before she moves her leg from over yours and nudges it shut.
you spend some time trying to catch your breath and lift your head off the table to see her talking to the waiter, fingers that were just in you leaving her mouth. "no! the food's great- it always is!" how she can say that convincingly when her food is completely untouched is far too big of a concept for you to wrap your head around.
she tilts her head towards you and you're sure that adorable little smile that captures everyone's heart is gracing her lips. "but we'll take the check though- and i think we're gonna need boxes. "
#character x reader#character x fem reader#mikasa x reader#pieck x reader#annie x reader#idk i just wanted to try something out and get it out of my head bUt idk what to tag so i’m sorry#if u could like possibly reblog idk if that sounds like a lot- i’m so sORRY IM SO NERVOUS AVSKSBSJ
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