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plutonianeris · 1 year

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pick a pile: how you secretly intimidate others ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

this is a general reading & for entertainment purposes only, take what resonates and leave what doesn't. scroll through the images & choose based on your inner guidance and gut feeling. ⛓️

♱☾pile one☽

“don’t call me baby! im not your baby!”

you intimidate others with your individuality. There’s something about you that’s very weird or kind of quirky. not in the “oh im not like other gwurls 🤪” cringey way. but rather you’re kind of blunt even when you don’t mean to be other people might think that what you say is too harsh or direct. This seems to be some thing that might throw off men as well but at the same time it’s also make some desire you. That free spirit can be seen as something that other people want in their life but it’s not always with the best intentions. It’s kind of like they want you to fulfill something for them. Kind of like to conquer you in a way. But it seems like that literally never happens because instead, you’re literally a tower moment for other people in their lives.

Just by being you, you unconsciously force other people to reflect on certain things in their life. you guys people specifically to reflect on their insecurities, and also their childhood. You could find that people, especially women project onto you. they could look at you and mumble under their breath or too each other like “what the fuck is their problem” or talk about how you think you “know it all”

it seems like people are just really intimidated by your knowledge and what you have to share with other people. you might have some Aquarius placements. Whether what you share with others is topics about religion or spirituality or “taboo” subjects, other people could be thrown off by your words, while at the same time secretly want to hear more.

this pile, gave off a lot of scorpio and/or aries and/ or libra & taurus energy and 8th house/ pluto aspects energy. when I asked about qualities people associate with you I got “ regeneration, suspicion, passion, beautiful, art, experimentation, intelligent, creativity, wisdom.” 🕯️

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♱☾pile two☽

“no, I’m killing boys.”

people are secretly intimidated by the way you can rise from the ashes and transform completely after going through super traumatic shit. The way you seem to be able to recover from stuff that can be straight out of someone’s nightmare and manage to come out on top is inspiring but also it makes other people feel insecure. pile two, other people seem to think that you somehow just “get lucky” when something really good happens to you. People might think that you didn’t have to work that hard for it. They could secretly send you evil eye and think oh I wish that would’ve happened to me instead..

shit I’m not gonna lie I feel in awe and a little shook reading these cards describing your energy. you are literally an alchemist. You transform everything you touch and you transform after every experience with a lot of grace and harmony. lmfaoo the quote from “what? like its hard” from legally blonde popped up. The thing is that it actually is hard but you’ve been doing it for so long. There’s no other way for you to really function. You manage to continuously strengthen your spirituality over and over again.

and there’s a certain element of privacy that you also keep when it comes to your home life and the space you live in and also in regards to what you’re even thinking. It kind of leaves people in constant speculation of who you are what you actually do or where you even live. but this privacy seems necessary to you, sacred to you actually. Your personality, ego, and the way you view yourself are in a constant state of fluctuation. But never in a way that ends up being super detrimental to you. even when you “mess up” you learn something and get better.

you are someone that is very strong and I don’t wanna say that like in a corny “omg ur saiuuir strong u went through so much :(“ pity way. I literally mean just a very unique kind of perseverance within your spirit where time after time you just can’t be knocked down. And other people wonder about that, but they’re not even close to being able to dissect it & that intimidates them.

You could be someone that has a lot of 12th house or fourth house placements, as well as Jupiter, Sagittarius, or Pluto prominent in the chart. when I asked about qualities/ words that people associate with you, I got “independent, knowledgeable, transformation, roots, subconscious, potential, hope” 🔐

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♱☾pile three☽

“how do you feel about yourself now stupid motherfucker? you couldve had some pussy.”

people are secretly intimidated by the way you run shit. You have a very straightforward and innovative, and out of the box solution for many of the obstacles you face in life. Similar to pile 2 there is resentment in response to the way you succeed. But when it comes to you it’s more because of the way you do things. people might think “oh it’s not fair that they did it that way and won..” but in reality, you have a unique power being able to bounce back really fast from shit. you don’t mind being someone brand new every single day or changing your habits or routines, or the way you connect with people were your resources very quickly.

In fact, you’re constantly flowing in these spaces of rebirth and attatchment and security. and that intimidate people because they wonder well how is it possible that you’re changing your character and your appearance and your own self all the time and YOU dont care if people label it as a fake or weird. Like I’m not gonna lie this piles giving off someone who has such a range of random aesthetics that ppl r like seeing u as someone who dresses up or is wearing a costume when in reality you just feel transformed by your experiences so frequently.

its giving “im not the person who i was yesterday” so don’t try it today energy. it intimidates people that you’re not ashamed of changing your mind and being like “ well actually I used to like that and now I don’t like it anymore, so can you please respect the boundaries I set up now.”

you TRUST yourself. and not only does that intimidate people but it also makes them MAD. chiron aka trauma, wounds, healing, pain etc popped up, so it doesn’t mean that all your life you had this confidence or ability to listen to yourself and your intuition. If anything you suffered a lot and had a period of time (especially in childhood) were you were taught to not listen to yourself or your intuition. where you were told that if you showed leadership and willpower, and if you used your anger and embraces your anger, that bad things would happen.

But then, finally, you did and you realized that you get so much more from life when you show people how to treat you from the start. And other people want to be able to do that. And you securely inspire them to do that but it’s also a mixture of envy as well thats included in those feelings toward you. oh well. protect your peace! you could be someone that has aries, first house, 8th house and 2nd house placements. 888 also popped up if that has any significance to you. when I asked about qualities/ words that people associate with you, I got “secure, possessive, leader, warrior, loyal.”⚖️

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gubler-me-up · 3 years

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Is that Code? (MGG Request)

Request(s): hey i was wondering if you could do an mgg x interviewer. you can add whatever you want but some ideas i had were like a handjob under the table/desk they’re sitting at and maybe a quickie during commercial break. lots of degrading too. lol thanks :D

hi idk if ur still taking requests but can u pls do a mgg and interviewer one please like theyre just flirting back and forth and it ends in smut PLS IDK HOW TO REQUESTS THESE BUT PLS TELL ME U UNDERSTAND 😅

A/N: Thanks for the first request, @bigjuicygrape and thanks to the anon who sent the second request! This seems to be quite a popular request if it had to be requested twice LOL I hope it’s everything you ever wanted from this idea and more! Enjoy le ~interview smut~ 💕

Couple: MGG/Fem!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Swearing, degradation, mention of oral sex (male receiving/giving, female receiving/giving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, hair pulling, handjob

Word count: 2.1k

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You were finishing the last touches to your makeup as you waited for Matthew to come on set. Your boss had been delighted by the chemistry you two had during your last interview, so she allowed you to interview him again. She also gave you a nice promotion for being such an outstanding employee, so it was a win-win for you.

The last time you interviewed Matthew, you two had a lot of interesting topics you discussed. Of course the main topic was Criminal Minds and how he felt about the series wrapping up. He was a joy to interview. He had endless energy, exquisite manners and was a natural sweetheart. You didn’t fail to notice how extremely good looking he was in person either.

Your first interview with him was the best interview with a celebrity in your few years of being an entertainment interviewer. The way he talked was magical, you couldn’t take your eyes off of his lips. He had noticed. He had smiled at you and made a joke about how your mind was somewhere else and how he’d like to be there with you.

His wish had come true when after the interview he was eating you out in your dressing room. His tongue running up and down your folds was an indescribable feeling you yearned to feel again. You didn’t leave him unsatisfied as you returned the favour by giving him a blowjob. The feeling of his cum dripping down the back of your throat still lingered in your memory and you wanted it again.

“Gube’s on set,” your cameraman said.

You immediately looked up from your compact mirror to see Matthew walking towards the table you were seated behind. You smiled as you stood up to greet him with a huge hug. He outstretched his arm for you to fall into. You wrapped your arms tightly around him. His arms wrapped around your waist and he made sure you were as close to him as possible.

“Has my dirty interviewer been good?” He whispered into your ear.

“The best,” you whispered back.

He eased up from the hug but didn’t let you go just yet. Without making it obvious to your cameraman, he looked you up and down. You bit your bottom lip as he examined every inch of your body. You knew he was having thoughts of all the things he would do to you right then and there if he could. He then looked back up at you with a smirk.

“Hope your mouth still works,” he said.

You chuckled. If you could you would have dropped to your knees and blew him. You kept your composure though and played off his comment.

“It only works when you’re here.”

“Good to know. Should we get started?”

You nodded your head. He finally let you out of his grip as he followed your lead to the table. You took your seat and he took his seat next to you. You looked over at your cameraman to give him the thumbs up. He nodded and counted down from three with his fingers. When he got down to one he gave you a thumbs up to start.

“As promised we have the eccentric, Matthew Gray Gubler, with us today,” you announced.

“Thank you, thank you. I’m happy to be back here with you and Sean behind the camera. You’re amazing, Sean,” he said as he gave Sean a thumbs up.

Sean smiled and gave him a thumbs up back. You giggled at how cute he was and how infectious his energy could be. You smiled at Sean as you too gave him a thumbs-up.

“My right-hand man,” you said.

Sean chuckled as he waved his hand to stop the compliments from coming. You giggled and focused your attention back on Matthew. He had already focused back on you with wandering eyes following the curve of your body from top to bottom.

“I should probably ask how you’re doing now that Criminal Minds is over? I still can’t believe we won’t be seeing your beautiful face on screen anymore,” you said.

He chuckled. “As long as I get to see your beautiful face, I’m not upset. Wait, if I’m not on the show anymore, does that mean you’re going to boot me from your interview list?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Of course not. If anything we can discuss more about you than the show.”

“That sounds like a good time to me,” he said

You placed your hand on his lap. Not obvious enough for Sean to notice or for the camera to even pick up on it but Matthew was the only one who knew what you were doing. He smirked as he placed his hand on yours.

“I know all about good times,” you said.

“Oh? What’s a good time to you? I want to know if I should join the party or not,” he said as he inched your hand closer to his zipper.

You giggled as you made an over-exaggerated thinking expression as you unbuttoned his pants and slowly undo his zipper. You placed a finger from your free hand on your lips to up your exaggerated look. He chuckled as he watched you put on a show for the camera as your hand was sliding into his underwear.

“A good time for me is a relaxing evening home with a glass of wine and a rom-com playing in the background,” you said.

You pulled out his dick a little to make your strokes easier to perform. He didn’t take his eyes off of you. He just stared at you with lust-filled eyes to avoid any attention being brought to what was going on underneath the table.

“That sounds amazing. I think I’d do the same thing but with a horror movie though. What’s your go-to rom-com?” He asked.

“My Best Friend’s Wedding,” you said.

“I love Julia Roberts. I think Pretty Woman’s my favourite rom-com of hers,” he said.

“I think we should star together in a rom-com one day,” you said as you increased your strokes.

“I think I’d rather make a different kind of movie with you,” he said.

You stopped stroking his dick as soon as he said that. You looked at him wide-eyed as those memories from the last interview came flooding back. You stuffed his dick back in his pants before turning your attention directly to the camera.

“We’ll talk more about movies and future plans with Matthew right after this break,” you said.

Sean looked at you with a raised, questionable eyebrow. He stopped recording regardless. You stood up from your seat before giving Sean a head signal to leave.

“You can grab something quick to eat if you want, Sean. I know you didn’t have lunch today,” you said.

“No need to tell me twice. I’ll be back in a sec,” he said before leaving.

When he walked out the door, you looked over at Matthew who had already gotten up with his zipper and button done up. You pouted as you looked at his crotch. He walked up to you and cupped your face in his hands.

“Are you too horny to continue the interview?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you said.

“It seems as if you’ve become my little slut interviewer,” he said.

“Only if you’ll have me as your little slut interviewer,” you said as you stuck out your tongue.

He pulled your head closer to him so he could lick your tongue before embracing you in a quick nasty kiss. He didn’t waste any time you two had left to mess around before the interview had to start again. He pushed your head away. He grabbed your arm to drag you in front of him before slamming the front of your body onto the table.

“I think we should practice for that movie. What should we name it?” He asked as he pulled up your skirt and moved your underwear to the side.

“Slut interviewer gets fucked,” you said.

“Gets fucked by who?” He said as he ran his fingers down your soaked folds.

“Gets fucked by big cock actor,” you said.

You felt the tip of his dick pressing against your hole. You moaned as you thought about how amazing it would feel to finally have him rail you. You had been fantasizing about the day ever since the last time you two had encountered each other.

“You nasty, nasty whore. You’re going to break code for some dick? How would your boss feel about your actions?” He asked.

“I don’t care. I just want you to fuck me,” you said.

He grabbed your hair and forced your head to look up. “Say that into the camera.”

“I want to get fucked,” you repeated.

“Move back on it if you’re a real whore for dick,” he said.

You didn’t hesitate to move back and engulf his dick inch by inch into you. Your mouth gaped open as you felt just how big he was. You made it all the way back so your ass was touching his abdomen.

“You are a whore for dick. Are you a cum whore as well?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“I love a good, filthy cum whore,” he said as he took it upon himself to ram himself into you.

You let out a loud gasp before biting your lip. Your legs could barely keep still as his dick went in and out of you with steady speed. All this time you thought his dick belonged in your mouth when in fact it belonged in you. Every single inch belonged in you.

“You’re…you’re so…big,” you moaned.

“The slut interviewer can’t handle my dick, huh? That’s not what I want to hear. I want to hear how you want to be my cum whore,” he said.

“I want to be your cum whore,” you said.

“Well, act like it. Tell me you’re a dirty slut,” he demanded.

“I’m a dirty slut,” you said.

He increased his speed when you said that. You gasped as you tried to balance yourself by stabilizing your hands on the table. You couldn’t stop your legs from shaking any longer and let them wobble under the feeling of him railing you.

“Tell me you’re a cum whore who loves to get creampied,” he said.

“I’m a cum whore who loves to get creampied,” you said.

“Keep repeating that until I cum. If you stop, you don’t get anything, whore,” he said.

You did exactly what he said and continued to repeat what he wanted to hear. You tried to say it as softly as possible but every time he rammed his dick into you it was as if your voice was going up an octave with every stroke. It didn’t seem as if he cared though. It was what he wanted to hear after all, so why would he want to stop you?

You must have done a good job in obeying his every word because he came in you and you heard a sound of satisfaction leave his mouth. You too let out a satisfied sigh as he pulled out of you. You felt him open up your folds to probably admire his cum dripping out of you.

“You make a good cum whore, Y/N. I knew you could take it from the first time I met you,” he said as he pulled down your skirt.

“You should have known from the last time I swallowed your cum,” you said as you turned around to look at him.

He smirked as he zipped up his pants. “I should have. Maybe we can make that movie after all.”

You chuckled. “Tell me where and when and I’ll be there.”

“I’ll definitely let you know.”

You both laughed as you both took your respective seats to find your composures again before the interview restarted. Sean walked in not too long after you two had taken your seats. He gave you two a thumbs up and you both gave him two thumbs up back. He counted you down from three and then gave you the thumbs up.

You smiled. “Welcome back to our interview with Matthew Gray Gubler from Criminal Minds. During the break, I convinced him we should do more interviews more often and I think he agrees we should.”

He nodded his head. “I love being interviewed with my slu…My slumber party partner in crime, Y/N.”

You giggled. “Yeah, exactly that.”

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annabethy · 3 years

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i see that u are looking for a prompt and as we know, i’m ur number one fan so i’ll do anything for more of your fics hehe so perhaps “you look so pretty right now” pls pls pls

In which annabeth is distracted, and Percy thinks she’s beautiful,, percabeth

Percy quickly learns not to bother Annabeth while she’s busy. He’s aware of how thin her patience can be and how frustrated she’s been recently, trying to survive senior year. Because of that, he’s resigned himself to sitting quietly in the background, laying on her bed under the fluffy comforter until she finishes the task on mind.

Percy doesn’t particularly mind it. He’s just happy when he gets to spend time with her, even if it’s just enjoying her company in silence. It’s not a bad view either; in his biased opinion, there’s nothing as beautiful as Annabeth when she’s focused. He notices the way that she hunches over the desk as she writes, and the way her fingers play with the tip of her pencil while she thinks of what to write next.

And, god, he’s fallen in love with the way she bites at her lower lip, something he’s told her to stop doing because she does it until she bleeds, but it’s turned into a habit anyways. And there’s the way she ties her hair into a messy bun on the base of her neck so that the top of her spine is exposed to his vision. He wants to press his lips to her skin, carrying down notch by notch and peppering the lightest kisses down her back.

Percy’s eyes catch on a strand of hair that’s fallen from its confines. It looks incredibly soft and forms the perfect curl that gleams in the light that pours through the window during golden hour. His fingers twitch as he resists tugging on the curl, watching it spring back to its perfect form.

She’s a work of art – a complete masterpiece, carefully constructed from the gods above. Annabeth is the definition of perfection, a cinematic view, and it’s hardly his fault when he can’t help the words tumbling from his mouth.

“You look so pretty right now,” he whispers. He’s quiet, and he thinks a part of him doesn’t want to disturb this perfect scene, but he desperately needs to let her know just how beautiful she is.

Annabeth’s back straightens, and he catches the way her writing falters for a moment. He smiles fondly, sure that she’s going to resume writing in a second, but she surprises him as she sets the pencil down and turns to look over her shoulder. Her cheeks are a light blush that looks adorable on her, and Percy wants to kiss it away.

“Do I?” she asks, shy and sweet.

“You have no idea just how gorgeous you are,” he tells her.

He sees the way her eyes light up, and it prompts him to stand slowly from the bed. He walks towards her, stomach fluttering at the grin she shoots him. He comes up behind her so her back rests against his body, and she looks up at him like that.

Percy can’t help bending down to press a kiss to her lips. She smiles into it, and Percy’s heart just about melts.

“I love you so much,” Percy says.

She hums happily. “So much that you’re distracting me from my homework.”

Percy laughs, only slightly guilty. He can hardly be blamed for distracting her when she looks so focused and like the Annabeth he fell in love with.

“It can wait,” he says, ducking down to press a kiss behind her ear before trailing down her neck, savoring each notch of her spine with a soft kiss. “It’s Friday, anyways. You have all weekend.”

Annabeth closes her eyes when he presses a kiss to her forehead. “I have to do it now or else you’ll just distract me all weekend because you’re so cute.”

“Oh?”

“You say things like you look so pretty right now, and then I’m expected to be able to keep working?”

“You are, though,” he says, swirling a strand of hair around his finger. “So so pretty.”

Annabeth breathes out softly, staring at her work in front of her. Percy’s hand rests on her back, thumb caressing smoothly, as she contemplates something.

“I can leave you alone,” he offers kindly, kissing her on the cheek once before stepping back. “I just wanted to let you know.”

She waits a moment, and he thinks she’s going to continue with her work once again, but instead she closes the laptop in front of her and lifts herself from her seat.

“You’re a terrible impact on my grades, you know.”

Percy grins when she shoves him towards the bed until he falls on his back so she can climb over him. She settles on top of him, leaning forwards so she can rest her head against his chest while his arms wrap around her.

“You love it,” he says. “And you’ll be fine, anyways. You’re the smartest person I know.”

“I won’t be if you keep distracting me with your cute compliments. You should stop, actually. It’s not good for my ego.”

Percy snorts. “I love inflating your ego.”

“You’re so mean,” she tells him playfully, “telling me pretty things so you can get me to yourself. It’s so selfish.”

“I offered to leave you alone!” he defends, pinching her side lightly until she squirms under his touch. “Besides, I’m much more entertaining than homework.” “Eh.”

“That’s so mean, Annabeth.” Annabeth kisses his jaw. “I’m just messing with you. You’re a much needed break from what I’d say is the most stressful year of my life.”

“I’m glad to be of assistance,” he says.

Annabeth sighs, nuzzling his neck. “I love you.” “I love you more.”

“I also hate you because you always get me behind in class.”

“You can go back to work then,” he says. “I promise I don’t mind. I like watching you work when you’re all cute and have your thinking face on.”

“I don’t have a thinking face.”

“You so do.”

She rolls her eyes fondly and sits back up over him. Her palms rest against his stomach, holding herself up, and she locks eyes with him, a devious gleam in her eyes. Percy thinks she somehow looks even more perfect, the way she glows, outshining the sunset.

Annabeth bends to kiss him slowly, and he matches her pace, hands roaming up and down her sides. It’s slow and sweet, but they have all the time in the world.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do your homework?” he teases when she tugs on his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. He obliges before pulling her hair out of the bun. His fingers thread through her curls, massaging her scalp as she leans into the touch.

Annabeth catches his lips with hers once more. “Now why would I want to do that when I have you?”

He doesn’t get a chance to respond before she’s kissing him senseless. He’s wrapped around her finger, in love with the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth, and so he kisses her like he has all the time in the world.

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juminly · 4 years

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Nights Like These

Summary: A nice cozy movie night with timeskip! Iwaizumi Hajime. Tags: Mostly Fluff & Smut towards the end. Warning: Smut starts after the “♥♥♥” and includes fingering and cockwarming.

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Hajime knew that you loved mac and cheese. He had enough skills to be able to be able to whip up something nice and yummy for you after you've had such a long day and especially since you haven’t had an actual “date” in so long. Living on his own in the US for a few years did have its perks and this was one of them: he was a grown ass man who knew his way well enough in the kitchen to be able to cook for you. Sighing loudly, dark orbs stared for a few seconds at the smart watch strapped to his wrist then back at the pot in front of him. He was looking forward to seeing you more than anything. Being the athletic trainer of the national Japanese team was no ordinary feat and it took up a lot of his time and energy. But, that didn't mean that it would take up the time that you deserved, the time that you both needed. Being always so hyper-focused on his own work, his thoughts tended to drift off quite often to you, just thinking about the last few phone calls you had, the last few texts you sent him and the things you've done in your last few dates. He missed the way you sighed when he played with your hair... God, he loved playing with your hair, twirling your curls in his fingers. It wasn't even the agreed time for your date but he was anxious to see you. He wouldn't admit it to you though, not even to himself. The loud and strong thrumming of his heart in his chest was a big reminder of how much he loved you. He was smitten. No, ever worse! or better? He couldn't even think straight anymore, he was whipped for you and... Ring! Ring! Ring! Three rings. That's your own way of letting him know that it was you and he just absolutely loved it when you did that. If it were anyone else at the door, he wouldn't have been rushing towards it the way he had and flung it open just to see your face.

"Princess." The corner of his lips just curled up out of their own volition, didn't even ask for permission but they didn't even have to. You were here and he wouldn't have it any other way. Why was he acting and feeling like such a schoolboy? He didn't even care. What he cared about was why you were still not throwing your arms around him. "Come here, you." Leaning forward, he took your hand in his and pulled you in for a hug, squeezing his arms tightly around your waist, supporting your weight as you literally balanced yourself on the tip of your toes to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him back. He nuzzled your neck only for a brief moment, leaving a gentle kiss there and before you murmured in a wondering tone. "Cheesy?" He couldn't help but stiffen for a brief moment. Did you figure out what he had prepared for you? Or even worse, Hajime would be completely mortified if you thought he was cheesy or corny at any point and you didn't like it. Not that he was a man of many words but he always made sure that any word coming out of his mouth meant something. At least when it came to you. He didn't give two fucks when it came to the guys, they could all whimper and cry for all he cared. Nobody meant more to him than you. The click of your tongue snapped him out of his racing thoughts and that giggle... that same glorious and marvellous sound that made him turn his head the first time you met, that time when your eyes locked and he knew that he had to talk to you, even if one of the players on the team had to be used as a wingman just to be able to get a word in with you. "Babe-" You laughed softly. "What's going on in that head of yours? Are you daydreaming about me when I'm in your arms?" With a long sigh, you mumbled and seemed a bit disgruntled, which obviously made the furrow between Hajime's eyebrows even deeper. "If that's the case, then I can just leave. Is daydreaming about me better than real me?" He knew you were joking but how dare you use that pouty tone on him?

"I won't answer your first question. You'll have to wait and see for yourself. But-" Pressing his hand on the small of your back, his other hand inched down to grip you by the waist as his lips hovered against your own, his breath fanning over your lips, tickling them lightly just as a tingling sensation arose in both your chests. "Do you really think I would call you over if I didn't want you right where you are right now?" Closing the distance between you, he loses himself in the little taste of sweetness he could get from a chaste gentle kiss of your lips. It was hard for him to even contain himself or exercise any form of control when he's around you. "Right here in my arms." He murmurs softly before going back in for another kiss, a little bit deeper, a tiny bit more passionate as he molds your lips together, sucking on your bottom one before breaking away once again. Gazing down on you as you both try to catch your breath from the small loving exchange, Hajime stared down at your cheeks that were now painted with the most adorable blush, his heart swelling with giddiness that he was the one responsible for such a reaction from you. "Come on, we're watching The Princess Bride tonight and I better not hear any objections from you." He smiled as he saw yet another giggle from you, even as you rolled your eyes and told him that you've already seen it a thousand times before and you didn't even know why he wanted to watch it with you. Silencing you with a small peck, his usual frown was still on that handsome face of his but his gaze was soft and endearing. "I want to know more about the things that you love so you'll have to humour me for tonight, baby girl."

Kissing your cheek, his hand finds yours and he guides you to the living room, pulling you away from the kitchen since he knew that was the destination you had in mind. You always wanted to give him a hand when it came to literally anything but when it came to your dates or your time together, Hajime wanted to show that he wanted to do things for you. It was simply his love language. A language that was created since he met you. "Thanks for coming over. I know it was last minute but the guys' practice match got postponed so I decided to cut them some slack." - he chuckled before meeting your eyes that were now crinkling with laughter - "Not that I don't plan on kicking their ass later anyway. Gotta make sure they are in top shape and remember who's the one making the rules." Once he ensured that you were seated, he threw you a glance of warning over his shoulder as he walked out to the kitchen. "You better sit tight princess while I go get the food. I'll be right back." He winked at you and chuckled at the way you squirmed slightly and busied yourself with the remote control as he prepared your dinner for you. Hajime had his own way of showing his love and spoiling you. The man wanted to make sure that he followed through. Making you feel special, trying to show but a sliver of how he truly felt about you. Sighing loudly and after ensuring that the pasta was thoroughly cooked, he meticulously dumped it in a bowl, big enough to fit 6 servings of mac and cheese and brought two plates along with him to the living room.

As "The Princess Bride" began playing, you both dug into your food and being the humble fellow that he was, Hajime didn't dare comment on the food but he did find it quite... acceptable, to say the least. On the other hand, the look on your face when you saw what he had cooked for you was worth all the effort. He didn't use the basic Kraft Dinner mac and cheese, even though it was basically your favourite. However, he just wanted to do just a little bit extra for you, add his own touch : a four cheese mac and cheese with the finest pasta from a local Italian shop that he always ate at and even took you to a few times. The first few bites etched an expression of pure bliss on your face and that drew a shit eating grin on his face, one that you didn't even get the chance to see as you were too busy filling in your plate with a second serving. While you munched on your food and whispered about your favourite scenes from time to time, Hajime tried his best to keep his attention on the movie but you were much more entertaining that it was while you recited almost every single line that resounded from the TV. He wished he could turn it off and just watch you act out the movie and tell him about everything you love about it, he wouldn't have minded that at all.

He chuckled under his breath at the look of amazement on your face when you both managed to finish and lick clean all the contents of the pot. He just let you believe that you ate more than him - just for shits and giggles - when he was also devouring whatever he could from the food (about 4.5 servings - the man works out A LOT, okay? Don't judge-). Nobody could blame him, it was fucking delicious and he was proud that you loved something that he made with his own two hands. Taking a short clean-up/bathroom break, Hajime cozied up on the couch, checking all the stupid emojis and texts he received from the Olympic team. How did they even know that he was on a date with you? The texts and emojis on the group chat ranged from: "Ya betta get it on tonight, Iwa-chan~ Ya frown too much cause ya don't get laid enough!" - Atsumu, the wannabe Shittykawa. "WAT R U GOING TO BE DOING ON UR DATE? WILL IT BE FUN? MAYBE I CAN COME!? I LUV UR GF" - Hinata, the sweet sunshine boy bordering on annoying but too pure to be so, Hajime had to admit that he had a soft spot for him and the rowdy wing spiker who followed up with a text of his own. "WE'RE COMING OVER IN 1H TO HANG OUT WITH U! WE MISS HER SO MUCH!", Bokuto's follow-up did nothing but make the trainer's blood boil with imminent rage. If those two dimwits dared to even ring the bell of his condo, Japan can say goodbye to their favourite chaotic duo.

Putting in an Airpod in his left ear, Hajime began recording the most graphically violent threat he could muster on the group chat and stuttering mid-way through the voice note. Yes, Hajime Iwaizumi stuttered out of surprise and YOU were the only one who could catch this man off-guard as you walked back into the living room wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts. He barely managed a quick "I gotta go", clicked send without looking at the screen, blinked and gawked at you with a baffled frown. "What happened to your clothes?" "Well~ Things did get a little messy in the kitchen and while I...-" You cleared your throat and bit your bottom lip, definitely not trying to turn him on. Sarcasm alert. "-kinda made things worse so I borrowed one of your T-shirts. I hope you don't mind." He simply shook his head, mumbling a husky "It's fine, what's mine is yours" and patted the seat next to him. His frown only grew deeper when you walked closer to him but made no sign of actually sitting down. Looking up at you, he could see the bright flush spreading across your cheeks when you pointed to his lap. "Is that seat taken?"

His eyebrow perked up in amusement along with a mirthful smirk, your bottom lip remaining a prisoner between your teeth. "Be my guest. Who am I to refuse a request from my princess." He chuckled as he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his lap and you squirmed in embarrassment, the feeling of your well-defined butt rubbing against him, those supple cheeks that his crotch was getting well acquainted with. The accidental groan that escaped his lips was a definite warning to stop what you were doing or continue at your own risk.

"If you keep wiggling your ass on me like that, you're gonna have to own up to your actions, sweetheart." His rough baritone was telling of the growing desire he had for you. He hadn't seen you in so long and he was starved for your touch, as if the soft brush of his calloused fingers on your thighs was no indication to his underlying intentions. He knew how sensitive you were and he was not above taking advantage of that fact, the slight shiver that ran over your body only urged on him, wanting to coax even more of these delicious reactions from you.

♥♥♥ "Iwa-" Before you could even finish calling his name, his lips were on yours, nipping at your bottom one and sucking deeply before licking his way into your mouth, tasting the freshness of mint from his mouthwash as he entangled his tongue with your own, groaning loudly into your mouth. Breaking only for a moment, he demanded your attention as his fingers began to meander up your inner thighs, wasting no time to slide his index and middle over your panties, a clear wet spot forming and drenching the fabric slowly..

"If this is what you've wanted all along, you should've just said so, you naughty princess." Pushing your panties aside with his other hand, he deftly parted your folds and circled his fingers over your entrance, gathering up your slickness before lathering over your slit, barely grazing your swelling clit that desperately needed his attention. Seeing how you held your breath and stiffened in his embrace made him only want to do even more to you. This is not the type of quality time he had in mind but he was definitely not going to object to it. "Baby girl..." He crooned huskily as one of his hands rubbed up and down one of your thighs, making sure that your legs remained parted so that he could finger you good enough, prep you for what he had in mind. Before capturing your lips once again, he licked the seams of your lips, demanding that your eyes meet his own as he murmured against you. "You call me by my name, baby. You're royalty to me, after all." He smiled softly as you responded in kind, calling out his name and pulling him in a deep kiss, your hips slowly beginning to rut against his fingers that had yet to turn things up a notch. "Hajime..." You whimpered shakily against his lips, his warm breath fanning over your wet lips as his thumb rolled over your sensitive bud, moving clockwise and counter-clockwise, fast and slow with just the right amount of pressure to leave you with fighting to catch your breath. With two fingers right at your entrance, he watches you with avid interest, humming in satisfaction every time a moan escapes your lips, his own hips grinding involuntarily against your behind as his own erection begins to harden under your squirming figure.

"Hajime, I want you inside me... Please, stop teasing me!" You squeal while your nails dug into his shoulders, gripping those thick muscles tightly, while his own body tensed, betraying the composure that he desperately tried to maintain. His large biceps flexing as he squeezes his arms around you even tighter, trying to cease the negligible movement of your body that is driving him insane.

"Shush, baby. I'll treat you good. Just relax." Finally plunging in his fingers inside you, he swallows your moans with a searing kiss while you cried out into his mouth, his thick digits thrusting in and out of you and curling into you, your inner walls clamping down on them and sucking him in. With every roll of your hips, he met you with a thrust of his own, his fingers knuckle-deep, reaching that sweet stop that has you keening, so damn close to falling apart.

Your lips parted with a loud wet noise, his chest heaving with bated breath, his state reflecting your own but it didn't change the fact that you were feeling even needier when he cruelly removed his fingers from your core. Your frustrated whine didn't elicit any reaction from him but, contrary to his exterior, he could feel his body bursting with heat and it became unbearable. He exhaled loudly, patting your thigh and growling in your ear. "Get up and take your clothes off, baby girl. I'm not getting inside you until you do."

Hurriedly taking off his shirt in one smooth go and just in time to watch you reach for the hem of the oversized shirt, pulling it up in a rush, exposing more and more of your smooth skin. Fuck... he wanted to mark you all up but the twitching of his cock straining against his pants urged him to do so later. There were more pressing matters to attend to and right now, he just wanted to drink you all in. Licking his lips with a desire only you could sate, the darkness of his unquenchable thirst swimming in his orbs almost too much to handle, yet you still kept your gazes locked as you unclipped your bra, letting it fall to the floor while he fumbled with his belt, unzipping his pants and freeing his aching length with a loud hiss. The way you squeezed your legs together didn't go unnoticed and he knew that he left you hanging. "Come here, baby." As you inched closer to him, Hajime placed one large hand on either side of your hips, guiding you before him as you placed one knee on the couch and then another to straddle him, giving him a glimpse of your dripping core that was so ready for the taking while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he latched on to the crook of your neck, sucking on your soft skin deeply while sweet moans tumbled so easily from your quivering lips. "I've had enough, Hajime. I promise... Just please... I want you inside me." You pleaded as his warm hands settled on your butt, fondling your soft cheeks while he angled you right on top of his cock, groaning against your neck. "You're so perfect. I fucking missed you so much." With his fingertips digging into your soft flesh, he eases you onto his cock, sheathing himself fully inside you as you sink onto him, both of you moaning in harmony as your cunt clamped down on every single inch of him that you could take.

For a few moments, both of you remained silent, your forehead pressed against his bare shoulders and his own lying on the crown of your head. The silence of the room was filled with your heavy breathing as you allowed the fullness of your bodies, the fullness of your hearts washed over you and enveloped you completely. Neither of you wanted to move or even dared to, even though your instincts screamed to grind against one another and chase the release that you both wanted. But it wasn't what you really needed. This moment, the intimacy, this... love. "W-what about the movie?" You breathed out shakily against his arm, giggling softly while you began nibbling on the hardness of his bicep. He knew that you weren't even mildly concerned with the movie which made him chuckle out a deep laugh that rumbled in his chest. You... You never failed to those stupid butterflies flutter in his stomach with your cute little acts of possession.

He wore your love bites with pride and didn't mind that they were in a place that was even more visible than his neck. He licked a long strip on the column of your throat, decorating it with nips of his own, marks of his love and yearning for you while his hands sought your breasts, kneading them with tenderness. Even if words betrayed him most of the time, he trusted his actions to speak for him. "There's nothing better than watching you, princess."

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deathvsthemaiden · 3 years

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ok wait after u sent me that ask i have to know ur top books!!! dw if u don't feel like it but i would love to hear them 🌷

This is so sweet and considerate! Thank you Eva, you gave me 5 so I’ll try to keep it to that # as well 💖🐰 off the top of my head:

🌷 The Stormlight Archive series, especially the second book, Words of Radiance. Stormlight is like 4 books + 2 novellas right now, and is projected to be 10 books and ???novellas eventually. And on top of that each main book is 1000+ pages and while you can read Stormlight on its own, most of the other books by the author, Brandon Sanderson, are part of this larger fictional universe called the cosmere. Each series takes place on a different planet, and if you are invested in the whole cosmere, there’s Easter egg references to other series in other series. So like! While I rec these books often, most people understandably don’t take me up on it wgshshh 🤭 Sanderson’s non-Stormlight books are all MUCH shorter but also much more flawed imo. Like I wouldn’t count him among my favorite authors were it not for Stormlight. anyway I’m a die hard fantasy fan so the length didn’t deter me, and I picked these up because a friend told me the world building in these books was genuinely unique instead of the typical very lazy maps composed of like. Fantasy Russia and its hostile mysterious neighbors Fantasy General East Asia and Fantasy Africa lol. and she was right! The world building is exquisite and refreshing and almost every character is canonically of color. They live in a society with an eye color based caste system and it’s.., so hard to sum up this massive series with four main characters and a ridiculous(ly fun) amount of plot lines, so I’ll cut this short and say 1) the first book, The Way of Kings, is highly expository but the ending is so so worth it, and if you enjoy the ending you’ll find merit in continuing with the series 2) Words of Radiance is my favorite book so far partially because I haven’t read the newest, Rhythm of War, yet, and also because it’s the book with the most scenes that solidified Kaladin Stormblessed (one of the main characters) as one of my favorites of all time. Another one of the best things about this series is how Brandon Sanderson portrays mental health in very natural ways, and it makes Kaladin’s growth so incredibly soothing to follow (I MEAN. He has low points that sometimes hit too close to home, but it makes you root for him harder) he really is just. Truly my definition of a hero, if we wanna get cheesy about it, and I had to pick one solid example. I love him so much this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg as to why 😭!

🌷Jane Eyre. Silly frivolous teenaged girl that I am this book swept me off my feet when I first read it and I condone every problematic aspect of it❤️ (I DONT ofc but like! I love drama and being played like a fiddle by narratives and the book delivered on both fronts! And it couldn’t have without its unsavory plot twist soooo 😙💖) (the hate this book and especially one specific character gets is funny to me just because like. Hate for the former (imo) usually stems from people taking the book too seriously while simultaneously missing the point (JE and du Maurier’s Rebecca (highly influenced by the former) are oft considered loose Bluebeard retellings for a reasonnnn!) and hate for the latter is usually just like. Warranted and then taken over the top like... he’s just a fake funny little man you guys :( and the book would’ve been boring if he wasn’t so twisted and out of touch and passionate ): not to mention I do personally in a mean ish way think it’s funny how for some people this character is one of the worst examples of men they can imagine. Like good for Them! I don’t want them to have lower standards for horribleness in people But also omg 🤭 it just reminds me of how... irony of all ironies, I’m semi frequently told I’m too harsh on real life men and then when I love twisted ones in books (for being funny and entertaining and good solid characters) I like. get the most interesting side eyes (whether figurative or literal) bwjswnhshe anyway I have nothing against Austen, I definitely enjoy her, but from what I’ve read so far, I prefer the Brontës a lot more... I need adventure! Show me horror show me rot etc etc❤️ also I’m. A stupid sucker so the fact that the book was Charlotte Brontë’s attempt to write a plain looking lady protagonist and to make her praiseworthy and virtuous and worthy of spellbinding romance makes me... 💗💓💕

🌷Keturah and Lord Death — Martine Leavitt. I haven’t seen it officially stated anywhere but to me it’s p clear this book is a retelling of/highly inspired by Godfather Death (the Grimm tale) Very simple, predictable but effective plot, and the characters are just. So much fun. From my url you can probably tell I love stories in which women (or anyone but you know. Death and the Maiden is its own trope for a reason) outsmart/face off against death. If they also k*ss, when done right, I think that’s swell as well.

🌷A Thousand Splendid Suns — Khalid Hosseini. By far the heaviest book I will mention in this ask, and I don’t rec it willy nilly for that and a few other reasons. It’s a forever fave to me because I read it at the exact right time in my life, where I was like... noticing a ton of things irl and things at home were tumultuous, and when I saw very similar things unfold in this book while I was being silenced and made to feel crazy by the adults around me, it meant so much to me to see reality as I was experiencing it in real time reflected back at me via this novel. The context of the story is wildly different from my own life and the stakes the characters face are far higher, and it is if I remember right mostly a novel about the horrors of war, which isn’t something I pretend to have any firsthand experience with, but! It was legitimately cathartic to read when I read it, and it especially meant a lot to me at the time that the author was a grown man. Not to mention how my mother is not and never has been a reader, and somehow the one and only book I ever managed to get her to read was this. Hilariously she got mad at me for only (“only”) reading depressing things (there’s... a grain of truth to that but she doesn’t need to know! 🤫) but also... she was hooked I could tell! (I got all tmi explaining this one gag I’m so sorry)

🌷A Slight Trick of the Mind — Mitch Cullin. Retirement-era Holmes! Holmes as an old man! A sad old man who keeps bees!! It’s the novel the movie Mr. Holmes was based off of (haven’t seen it yet) and I was not expecting it to get me all sentimental like it did 🤨😪 but anyway it’s like. A prolonged character study and explores some of the most interesting (to me, anyway) parts of Holmes that are only lightly touched upon in canon, like his occasionally huge follies when navigating his few close relationships and how he copes with them afterwards, his fatigue at the random injustice of the world, how he’s often mistaken both by characters that surround him and people irl as a man without feelings, etc etc. like there’s no Dr. Watson or Mrs. Hudson in this book, and the people he interacts with are almost entirely original characters, but as I listened to the audiobook it barely occurred to me to miss Watson and Hudson (I know! 😦) and the author’s original characters interacted with Holmes so believably that I sometimes forgot they weren’t ever Doyle’s. Def recommend to any flexible Holmes fan that’s not a total stickler for canon (though you don’t actually have to know much about Holmes to read this book and enjoy it! 🐝)

🌷Sleepless — Sarah Vaughn + Leila del Luca. I began with the longest book, so let me end with the shortest. It’s a 2 volume long graphic novel series and that it’s so short is the only long standing, legitimate complaint I have of it! Gorgeous art, really effectively written romance, a dark skinned girl who gets to be the proactive, lively protagonist and stunning, pined after love interest at the same time, a cast of characters that is majority of color, the perfect %-age of drama and angst etc etc. if you can find it via your library or online or smth, you can knock it out in one sitting and leave the experience eternally altered in the funnest way 👁👄👁

Honorable mentions: The Botany of Desire — Michael Pollan, Troubling Love — Elena Ferrante, The Girl from the Garden — Parnaz Foroutan

#asks #book recs #wasn’t sure if you’d read Jane Eyre before so I was vague abt it qgzhshshs #long post

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mikkock · 5 years

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HELLO I ADORE YOUR OCS SO MUCH WILL YOU TELL ME ABOUT KAI HE LOOKS LIKE A TOTAL "YOUR DAUGHTER CALLS ME DADDY TOO" DOUCHEBAG AND I FUCKING LOVE HIM AND WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM

LBLMVBGK THANK U OMG love it when ppl like my kids, im a proud dad rn

ALSO wrow congrats on ur on point analysis, cause, that’s the Essence Of His Being (fun fact since i got two characters who go by the name of kai -cause fuck that basic writing tip that says ‘dont have two characters named the same thing- i usually refer to him as The Bad Kai cuz he a bad bitch)

so lets unwrap that dude shall we uwu

SO this dude was created when i realised my story didnt have antagonists so i made a bunch of Bad People and then they all became good people after i started giving them more personnality somehow eXCEPt him for some reason, the only survivor of the “everyone will be baby” plague, the only rude bitch in this house, the only guy who’s still on the dark grey side of morally grey...but tbh im in love with him cause he’s an asshole and im an idiot so like.

His base concept was basically something along the lines of “fuckboy but make it Couture”, like douchebag indeed But Gotta Be Fancy at being one, gotta add a pinch of Sneaky Bitch in the pot. His aesthetic is Chillin, gettin in ur pants, then moving on for some more chillin and more pants. So if you’re into some funky sexy time with no pressure and no ties, ya gon get along, your goals meet, time to have fun.

All that is supported by his charisma, cause unless ya got some nasty history, he’ll just look like that charming bad-boy “oho hot dude with a dangerous but not agressive” vibed person, and he’s quite a sweet-talker. He’s probs not only the ‘your daughter calls me daddy’ kind but also ‘and so will YOU, i’m scoring with the whole family and you wont stop me (and you wont WANT to stop me)’

He got that handsome ppl priviledge ya feel

but also, he wouldnt be a rude guy if he was just the ‘i enjoy chill frick-fracking and im just so sexy that no one can say no to that booty’ guy

Dude got quiiite some spite-fueled ego and Does Not Take losing well, and will not, in fact, let himself lose on any objective he has, and when that objective is A Person, he gets ugly. Being good at sweet talking also means being good at small stuff like “not saying exactly the truth always when it would be more beneficial not to”, “deliberately using euphemistic, ambiguous or obscure language so to mask wrong doings and technically saying the truth but in such a way that it becomes completely masked by a thick fog of bullshit”, and “use words and behaviour in general to influence others unscrupulously so to get something in return”. Even a little “playing with their perception in order to make them doubt in their thoughts and selves”. In short dude got no qualms about using all the tools of manipulation available if it means that he comes on top (or on bottom if the goal was getting an assful eeeeeey we’re masters of comedy here) It tends to be all for short term results tho, so not much your ‘boyfriend who convinces you you’re nothing without him” and more of a “you thought you were dating but only you were thinking that as he always kept it just vague enough to have you not official yet convinced of his and now you’re blaming yourself for believing you were together”

master of getting ass, also master of Ugly Ass Breakups, and master of suddenly dissapearing from your life so hard that you wonder if it was just your imagination all along (he got ugly past with a bunch of other ocs especially he’s ex boyfriend with two that are now together cause i dig that sort of drama the sAME dUDe gave u the trust issues that held u from going full lovey dovey ? i fucking lIVE off that kinda shit wait until he pops back like ‘oho hello fancy seeing YOU TWO here my two fave exes together incredible what a small world”)

Though I have to rework on all that cause that backstory is oLD AS SHIT (like prolly i built it in what, 2016? ew ugly) I had that stem from some sort of neglect-fueled inferiority complex. I had given him a kinda cold family with a bunch of siblings who got Way More Nurtured due to their respective talents and achievements, having him left behind and feeling like he got nothing. SO that’s basically the explanation as of today but i dont like iiiiit anymooooore so I’ll have to work on it to make it something i dig, cause idk, bitch feels flat so far.

BUT i do intend on keeping the whole concept of ~Loneliness~, and of him working alone and quite hard for anything he gets. And the general need of proving himself that had come from the WIP backstory. I don’t exactly see him as an overachiever at all, but definitly as an obstinate and persevering hardworking guy, because “Look YALL I WAS aBLE TO DO THIS YALL THOUGHT I COULDNT HUH YALL LOOK DOWN ON ME well fuck u cause idc im better than u now also ur mum’s into bondage i kno from experience bye”. So tbh pair up with him for group projects, you’ll be sure his share of the work will be done (but also if you dont do yours then he’s probably going to be a bITCh about it, no remorse in leaving blank slides in the middle of the powerpoint and then loudly proclaiming ‘OH RIGHT This was supposed to be Kevin’s part but I suppose he never sent it to me, despite the numerous reminders i sent him, no big deal, no hard feelings, its ok sweetie we all sometimes feel too lazy i forgive u :)” )

Also he’d be Chill to hang out with for like, parties, nights out at the bar, that kinda shit. He definetly has some beans to spill about quite some people, he gathers the goss as he gathers lovers (i was gonna end that in “as he spreads legs” but it sounded too PG-18 for this good Well Behaved family friendly blog) and Will Not stay tight lipped, and Will be a bitch when trashtalking people, and It Will Be Entertaining as it always is when you’re hearing about crazy exes and you’ve had some beers.

Now trivia that idk where else to write cause idk i stupid or more like disorganised :

- he digs red ale beer like if ya wanna win him over with the appropriate alcohol offer there u go

- he’s a fake blonde (cause my hobby is painting regrowth roots on hair)

- his design is a mixture of those 3dgy denim boys u see on pinterest and the specific brand of fuckboys that are french-L-section-chic-grunge-hipster-fuckboys (L section is like a branch of highschool)(that word combo is a so specific kinda guy)(its kinda like a softboi but more arrogant but in a lowkey way)(also they rich)(but he’s not rich so guess that should make him Less Arrogant)

-im constantly dead afraid of giving him more characteristics and story or whatveer cause he’s the only meanie i got left and i do Not want him to stop being an asshole but everytime i develop a character they end up nice or redeemed or whatever and i wanna keep him a bitch so i neglect him (just like his parents in his 2016 version wow)

he smokes (prolly started quite early to Be Kool and now relies on it for stress relief)

he’s outspoken and extraverted and prolly the guy who had a lot to say when you were doing debates in class (there’s always that person who has a Lot to argument about)(its him) but outside of a Set and Defined debate structure he probably doesnt give his mind voraciously

he’s a law student and despite saying he’s the one bad guy left he probably wont be a corrupt lawyer or judge or whatever like come on he will do his job properly he worked hARD FOR THIS justice may be served

he’s not the kind to openly hate or even dislike anyone cause what’s the point of wasting your energy on that? its much funnier to him to be obnoxiously Neutral with someone and basically ignore them but still strike them with some Spikes of passive-agressive comments, let them be Mad at your calmness

he’s 177cm tall (that’s like 5.8 according to google)

honestly if you’re bros with him he’s fun to be with the being a jerk is completly coincidental

he probably ranks high in the list of “those criminals who steal big lighters from their friends”

i think at a point his design had tattoos but i forgot the designs of those so now he doesnt anymore

a dog person

i think ive run out of facts (or my brain dead) so im leavin with a shirtless pic cause my hobby is drawing tits

in short, charming asshole who can get ugly, secretly feels lonely and small, works hard for himself, better have him as a friend than as a foe though probably not the most frontally agressive enemy, and also, your booty, hand it over.

#people probably excuse his naughty behaviour bc of his looks and that's the fact

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franeridart · 7 years

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Every time I see your art of a rare pair I somehow become a huge fan of that rare pair. I have too many otps...,

...is it okay for me to be happy I’m dragging you down with me on all of my weird ships because tbh I am for a lot of them there’s just a handful of people shipping them I’m happy you’re joining us hahaha

Anon said:because of your tags on that kamisero post i now love the hc that kirishima just uses loving bakugou as an excuse to get out of conversations that make him uncomfortable, even if it makes no sense. Like 'any advice on how to confess?' 'I'm dating bakugou, you probably should ask someone else.' or 'how do you think snow works?' 'Dude I'm dating bakugou, i don't know.'

I’m in love with this ask because this has been my most ridiculous headcanon for an age I’m glad I could subtely make you share it, anon - Kirishima being perfectly aware of the fact that aside from the face there is no objective reason why he should be that smitten with Bakugou? That’s my jam, he’s as surprised as anyone else so when people ask him anything love related he’s like “do I look like a reliable source man DO I I think it’s hot when Bakugou yells there’s obviously something wrong with me you don’t want my advices”

But also for however aware of it he might be he’s still in love with the dude so people pointing it out to him gets old really fast, like, “it’s one thing if I say it myself and another it’s you talking shit about my boyfriend stop that”, which is why he just starts using “what do I know I like Bakugou” as an answer to anything - it starts with him being a smartass and it becomes just habit by the end of it, sometimes he uses it when Bakugou is around or with Bakugou himself and Bakugou doesn’t understand, doesn’t want to understand, has pondered the option of getting angry/offended/demanding an explaination and has deemed it not worth his time because the answer is most probably just gonna be that his boyfriend is an idiot anyway

(also he might or might not like how Kirishima’s pretty much just going around telling people he likes him over and over again, tbh)

Anon said:Any tips on how to be creative with ship week prompts? I'm wanting to participate in klance week but I'm worried my pics will come out really basic and yours are always so unique!

Thank you for the compliment!!!! And actually this is an hard question, cause as I already mentioned once what I draw is the first thing with a beginning and an ending I can come up with, so I can’t say I put too much focus on making it unique? But there are two things I can tell you!

The first, is that whatever idea your prompt ends up giving you, for however boring and basic it might seem to you, I assure you 100% that it won’t be to whomever ends up consuming your content - that’s because even a “boring” trope will be completely new as long as it comes from the hands of someone new who’s giving it their own interpretation of it (take for example the nightmares prompt for the latest krbk week, a lot of people - myself included - took it literally and wrote about them having and talking about nightmares, but I enjoyed every and each of the fills a lot because even if the starting point was the same they were all very very different stories) and also any idea you get easily will seem boring to you by default, because you didn’t think about it hard enough, right? It must be the obvious thing to think about when you read that prompt, right? Everyone else must have thought the same, right? Only it isn’t right, because every brain works differently and creativity sparks from the most ridiculous things, so your idea might seem very obvious and boring to you, but completely new to someone else! You don’t know how many of my own fills felt incredibly trite as I drew them, and yet here you are telling me you don’t feel the same at all haha

The second thing is that generally I found that creativity is... how do I put it, it’s kind of like a muscle. The more you exercise it the easier it will come to you using it, or at least that’s how it works for me - being creative isn’t really something you can force on the spot, but it’s definitely something you can learn and get used to, in my opinion. There are a few ways to exercise it, but the easier one for me is playing around with prompts - how many different ideas can I get from this same set of words? what kind of story can I pull out of this song/picture? Those are the most basic ones, but there’s also reading/watching a story and trying to adapt it to your own chosen characters, fit together more than one universe to try and pull out something sensible, seeing something in the middle of the road and thinking “that’s a prompt, I can use that as a prompt”. After a while, everything becomes a potential prompt, and your brain automatically goes through a short “can I use that to create something else?” check every time you experience something new, and stores it somewhere to use in the future if it seems potentially worth keeping, if you’re used to doing so. And the more little prompts and informations and facts you have stored around in your brain, the more you can subconsciously pick them up to add to new ones to make something creative

That second part is definitely a bit useless as a short term advice, considering your week is starting soon and exercising your creativity does take a while, but I hope you’ll give the week a go anyway! Both because I’m sure you’re already way more creative than you’re assuming you are, and because making creative stuff is the fastest way to becoming more creative, really!

Anon said:I LOVE UR DRAWING OF KIRIBAKU U MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE. THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR BEING PART OF THIS FANDOM, WE ARE SO LUCKY! I ALSO LOVE HOW U HUMOUR AND MAKE IT SO SWEET AND CUTE ANNDD SOFFFTT T_T

BOI thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O* I’m glad you like my stuff??? There are so many super talented artists in this fandom, sitting with them sometimes can get intimidating haha so this really means a lot!! Thank you!!!

Anon said:Wow can u believe......ur my fave artist......ur Kiris are my fave ily

F ave !!!!!!! holy h e c k !!!! thank you!!!!!!!!!!! Do I deserve such praise I’m really not sure am I gonna keep it anyway yes, yes I am, I’ll keep on thinking about this ask forever oh my go d

Anon said:Who usually tops in Bakushima?•//////•

Ohhh man, a question I can’t answer - both because I don’t dwell much into sexy headcanons territory AND because I’m honestly not a fan of that dicotomy at all? I never settle on anything in that sense for any of my ships, but Baku and Kiri especially make no sense settled in that kind of roles, for me, they probably just go at it however they feel like it’d be best atm haha

Anon said:I never expected to ship bakushimanari and yet here i am, three hours after scrolling through your tag for the third time, crying over every single interaction between the three of them in the manga. (I think my favourite thing about them is that both Kaminari and Bakugou can be little shits but then there's kirishima, who's an unrepentant sunshine, and it's just like. What a terrifying trio. I pity any villains they face).

I know right they’re such a good ot3 !!!!!! though let’s not take anything from Kiri, when he’s with the squad he can be a shit too, it’s magnificent - I do love the fact that we know from the canon that both Kaminari and Bakugou don’t sympathize with the enemy at all and don’t hold back on fighting verbally either, while Kirishima is all “stop running away and let me give you a life lesson” though ??? And the fact that Bakugou and Kaminari can’t coexist without talking shit about each other at least a little makes it all even more entertaining to me, considering how on the other hand even though Kirishima doesn’t hold back from pointing out when Bakugou’s being ridiculous he’s still always all about support and trying to better the others??? It’s like, when you read it like this they seem like a mess, and they are but they’re a balanced mess it’s incredible I love them I need more of them all together

Anon said:Saw Tokoyami, fell, and now I can't get up ))':

Anon said: Hello I just wanted to express my thanks to you for the bakugou and tokoyami interactions you drew. I love them as friends and it's pretty rarely portrayed so THANKS~

Anon said: Listen as much as i love the ot3 i am so happy you drew my bird son (and tape son! tho i think youve drawn sero more often than tokoyami)

!!!!!!!!! you all sure love the bird child a lot, don’t you!!! That’s great because I do too, he’s one of my most faves tbh and I officially made him part of the squad so you can expect more to come - I had drawn him already before, though! With Tsu and Kiri mostly, never with Baku... Sero on the other hand is in a whole damn lot of my squad/kiribaku/bakushimanari drawings so yeah, I’ve definitely drawn him more often haha what can I do man I love him too much he’s a Good™

#fran answers #im #kind of half asleep ngl so I don't know how much of this makes actual sense #why am i answering asks now even #why not tomorrow morning #we just don't know #anonymous

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murasakiyuzu · 7 years

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Um if ur still doing that writing prompt could u do #1 for noiz and Aoba because I love your noiao fanfic so much😊 OR koujaku and noiz with #33 whichever speaks to u more

FINALLY i have it.

since you mentioned liking my fanfic, i wrote a little post-ending story, using the two prompts because I love noiz and aoba Floofing All Over the Place and i also love koujaku plotting noizs demise. what a great relationship.

i hope ull like it! (and excuse any typo/grammar mistakes, i wrote half of this between 2am and 8am, ill fix things up slowly lm a o)

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10830039

Was itreally a “reception” if it was just a bunch ofmid-twenties-to-late-thirties men in yukata drinking sake and laughing loudlyaround a coffee table? That’s what Noiz asked himself, watching Mizuki’sfriends make jabs at each other with a cup held loosely on his fingers.

Heshouldn’t have expected anything different, really. Mizuki and Sei didn’t suitthe idea of wedding receptions Noiz had constructed from the many parties hehad to—begrudgingly—attend. One of them being Agnes and Emilia’s; he still had headachesjust from remembering the sheer extravagancy of the celebration. What kind ofwedding reception lasted two days?

Mizuki andSei were the very opposite of that. Firstly, Sei hated crowds and noisiness, sothere was no way a big party would’ve been a comfortable endeavor for him.

Secondly,Mizuki still hated spending money, the cheapskate.

But thenagain, Noiz thought with a snort as his lips touched the rim of his sake cup,Mizuki would’ve gladly gone bankrupt paying for a party if it was for Sei. Thishuge house they were in right now was proof of that; picture frames of thecouple’s shared life littering the walls and every flat surface sans the floor.

So, insteadof a big party with a big cake, famous photographers and hundreds of strangersin crisp suits and long dresses… Mizuki and Sei settled for a small gatheringin their living room, counting with only the wedding ceremony’s few guests. SeragakiTae, Haruka and Nine decided to forgo the little celebration, but it was stillquite rowdy; Koujaku and Mizuki exchanged little stories from their growing uptogether, and Mizuki’s teammates tackled them with their own perspectives, dragginggraceless guffaws from each other.

The oneperson that could mind it, though, was fast asleep, head lolling on Mizuki’sshoulder. Mizuki had tried to stop Sei from sleeping so early, it’ll mess up your sleep schedule you dummy,but his husband ultimately curled up along his side on the sofa and dozed off.Mizuki simply wrapped a supporting arm around his waist and kept onentertaining his guests with an easy smile.

Noiz didn’treally have much to contribute, so he contented himself with watching the trading of quips and teasingover the coffee table. The sake didn’t inebriate him but set pleasant, simmeringwarmth under his skin, enough that he quickly discarded his suit jacket and tie,undoing the top two buttons of his dress shirt. There was only one thing botheringhim as his gaze floated towards the empty spot beside him, the grey zabuton gonecold but still rumpled under the weight that was there before.

Where theheck was Aoba?

To thinkAoba had told his father that he would keepthese delinquents in line, and now he was gone. It had been almost twentyminutes since Noiz had returned from the bathroom and Mizuki told him Aoba hadleft for a moment, waving him off dismissively when Noiz asked where he went.

Aftersending all the wedding pictures Theo demanded from him (I may not be able to take the time off to attend it but you’ll be myeyes at their wedding, Wim!), Noiz got up from the floor with a grunt,slipping the phone back into his pants’ pocket.

“I’mgonna look for Aoba,” he let Mizuki know, not waiting for any vocalresponse since his friend was busy sneering and playfully kicking Koujaku’sshoulder.

The raucouslaughter and banter ebbed away as Noiz stepped away from the living room. As heroamed around the house, he thought of where Aoba could be, and came up withnothing; the house was spacious but didn’t exactly count with many rooms. Havingfound the kitchen and bathroom empty, he had to move to the less likely places.He wasn’t surprised to find the dark storage room uninhabited, as well as Mizukiand Sei’s bedroom.

The lastroom was a place he hadn’t, in fact, visited before. Noiz slid the door openwith his shoulders set stiffly, worrying he was snooping around too much andinvading Sei’s privacy. Noiz didn’t worry or care for Mizuki’s privacy,obviously.

The firstthing he noticed was the array of colorful canvases spread around the room,some propped up on easels while others were leaning against the walls. Noizremembered vaguely that Aoba told him about Sei’s sudden interest in art, butNoiz never imagined it was something to this scale.

Splotchesof bright neon colors and thick dark lines might’ve momentarily distracted Noizfrom the next obvious thing in the room, but it didn’t take long for Noiz’sgaze to fall upon the open doors on the other side of the room, displaying the dimlylit lawn and trees’ roots.

That, andAoba’s back as he sat with his legs folded on the edge of the outer corridor. The tussled hair spilling between his shoulder bladeswas a strong contrast to the deeper blue of his yukata.

With hiseyes narrowed, Noiz closed the door behind him silently, padding towards thelonely figure staring out at the yard.

“Aoba.”

The otherman flinched at the sound of his voice. But what made Noiz raise an eyebrow wasthe sputter of repressed laughter that followed. Before he could call out tohim again, however, Aoba twisted around to look at him.

Almost atthe same time Noiz registered the flushed cheeks and wobbly grin pulled acrossAoba’s features, his green eyes zeroed in on the bottle of sake between hisboyfriend’s legs, pale thighs peeking through the opening of his blue yukata.

“Noiz~”Aoba greeted with a syrupy lilt to his voice, visibly swaying in place. Noiz startledout of his leering and blinked down at Aoba, momentarily torn between grimacingand snorting.

“Areyou drunk?”

Aobasputtered with maybe a bit too much spit involved.

“No! I’m okay! I can’t feel my toes,though!”

Noizcouldn’t hold back a breathy laugh. He plopped down beside Aoba, feelings hishazy eyes boring into his profile. As Noiz let his legs dangle over the edge, thegrass blades tickled at the tips of his toes through his socks, moist with dew.

Outside, inthe shadows of the room’s artificial lighting, they were bathed in softmoonlight. The sky was clear and cloudless, the spring chill falling over themlike a veil. Against the deep blue undertones, strokes of silver illuminatedAoba’s glassy eyes, the gentle line of his nose and cheekbones as he continued to look at Noiz with fawning eyes.

“Whatis it?” Noiz asked, smiling crookedly.

Aobablinked, body shaking momentarily with a silent hiccup. Then, his browsupturned minutely and his hazel eyes flashed with something—something that Noizquickly realized with a shock that was tears,welling up fast and drip dropping down Aoba’s pink cheeks.

Noiz openedhis mouth uselessly. Even if he had any words, Aoba would have easily—andliterally—blown them away as he slapped his hands on each side of Noiz’s faceand stumbled through his next sentence.

“W-why…are you so pretty, you bastard?”

Aoba was glaring at him as Noiz simply stared, lipsgaping dumbly like a fish’s. Their long silence was broken by a hiccup fromAoba, which seemed to fling him into another rampage.

“Y-you’reso freakin’ pretty with your crazy green eyes and s-soft hair, it’s so—hic!—so hard on me, you know? Do youknow how many times I took out—hic!—crumpledpapers with kiss marks and phone numbers from your s-suit pockets on laundryday? You don’t even realize they’rethere, do you!”

“I doknow they’re there,” Noiz grumbled, eyebrows twisted in a frown. “Ijust don’t care.”

“Then care!” Aoba cried, squeezing Noiz’sface harder between his splayed hands. Noiz winced slightly. “I get s-soangry when I see those numbers with hopeful women’s names I’m just ughhh, I know you can’t wear the ring atthe office and—hic!—it’s not awedding ring anyway, and even if we got—hic!—married,it’d be bad if people knew but if people doesn’t know, then they think theyhave a chance with you and I’m just… ughhhh!”

Noizgrinned—as much as he could with his lips smooshed between his cheeks. Deepdown, but not as deep as it probably should be, he was happy that Aoba wasactually capable of this much possessiveness. Aoba never showed this side ofhim, at least not while sober. It filled him with faint satisfaction, but healso thought Aoba shouldn’t even think of these things.

“Theydon’t have a chance anyway. You know that.”

“I knooow,” Aoba moaned stubbornly,and Noiz huffed out a laugh. “I just- I want everyone to know, like, yeah,this gorgeous guy is mine! I see him naked on a daily basis and we use the sameshampoo!”

“God,Aoba,” Noiz laughed and Aoba dropped his hands from his cheeks to hisshoulders, dropping his head.

“Can Itell you a secret?” Aoba queried after a short moment of quietness.

“Whatis it?”

“I’mactually super drunk.”

Noiz snorted.

“Thissake is the best shit I’ve ever tasted and I’ve completely lost sense of howmuch I can drink before I’m fucking smashed,” Aoba explained, looking upat Noiz under wet eyelashes. His sudden crying spell seemed to have gone away.

Noiz smootheda hand over his back. “I know.”

“Noiz…I love you.”

There wassomething dangerously heart-wrenching about hearing these words amidst the slurof inebriation in Aoba’s tongue. Noiz gulped.

“Ilove you too.”

Aobashifted closer, nuzzling his nose and his cheek against the line of Noiz’s jaw,burrowing his face on his neck. Noiz distantly heard the sound of the sake bottlefalling over the edge of the platform.

“You…smell really good,” Aoba marveled with his breath puffing against Noiz’sskin, made hotter with the buzz of alcohol in his veins.

Noiz shivered, trying to rein in the arousal raising the hairs on his arms and legs. That was the least appropriate situation for sex—even if he usually didn’t care for that. It was hardly worth the very real possibility of Mizuki catching them in the act and making things weird for the next many months to come.

“Noiz…please, marry m…”

Wide-eyed,Noiz waited for the rest of the sentence. It didn’t come as a surprise,however, when he heard and felt the light snoring on his neck. A small, softsmile bloomed in his face.

When Noizreturned to the living room, having carefully carried Aoba from Sei’s studio,the room was almost completely vacated. The coffee table was still litteredwith empty cups and plates which earlier carried snacks. The guys from DryJuice were nowhere to be seen, and even Mizuki and Sei weren’t on the sofaanymore. Instead, Koujaku was sitting on one corner, contemplating the unlitcigarette between his fingers before raising his eyes to the newcomers.

Koujaku’seyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as Noiz walked up to the other corner of thesofa and sat there soundlessly, heaving Aoba onto his lap. His boyfriend curledup against his chest like a cat, still deep in slumber. His ponytail was almostcompletely undone, falling in haphazard strands over his face.

Noizbreathed.

“Somethingabout you makes me want to commit extreme violence,” Koujaku promptlysaid, lips curling in blatant distaste as he side-eyed Noiz.

“That’sa lot of complicated words coming from you,” Noiz retorted with an amused grin.

Koujakusneered at him, but before he could get an insult in, Aoba was tightening hishand on Noiz’s shirt, frowning.

“N-noo… I’m not… gonna wear a whitedress, Noiz…”

Noizblinked down at his boyfriend, and from Koujaku’s “absolutely disgusted” expression, he had heardAoba’s words just as clearly.

“Oh,you two finally showed up!” Mizuki said with a chipper tone as hereentered the living room, having changed his yukata for sweats. Then, his gazemoved from Noiz and Aoba to Koujaku. A teasing grin slowly stretched across hisface.

“Third-wheelin’it like a champ, I see.”

Koujakusimply flipped him the bird and Mizuki laughed heartily.

“Willyou two sleep over?” He asked, turning his eyes back to Noiz. “Wedon’t have a guest room but I can get out the futons for you. You can use Sei’sstudio, there’s enough space there.”

Noizthought it over for a moment. He’d prefer sleeping on a regular bed any givenday, but it was a bit too late already to bother Tae-san. He nodded in agreement.

“Alrightthen, I’ll fix you guys up,” Mizuki said with a bright smile.

“AndI’m leaving,” Koujaku announced, sentence arcing into a yawn that hequickly muffled with a hand. “Day starts early tomorrow. Again,congratulations on your marriage, Mizuki.”

Theyexchanged a quick hug, slapping each other’s back for good measure beforeparting. Then, Koujaku turned a glare towards Noiz.

“And Idon’t accept you yet. Aoba is too good for you.”

“Thatis true,” Noiz acquiesced coolly. Koujaku merely squinted at him even morethreateningly and left the living room. When the front door clicked shut,Mizuki sighed.

“Don’tmind this guy. He’s just too protective; Aoba’s been like a little brother tohim since forever.”

“Ithought he was pissed off because he actually has a thing for Aoba.”

Mizukisnorted. “As far as I know, he’s straight as a ruler, but,” heshrugged. “Who knows? Aoba had his fair share of admirers growing up.Koujaku’s always been there, so maybe I just didn’t notice. I don’t think it’slike that, though. I mean, imagine protecting something your whole life, andthen this something sleeps with this guy you hate?”

“Oh,so you finally accept he hates me?” Noiz asked, a brow cocked up.

Mizukishrugged again. “I haven’t given up on hope completely. If you guys can’tbond over your protective instincts for Aoba, then I guess nothing else can bringyou together. Just try jumping in front of a bullet for Aoba or something; thatwould probably touch Koujaku.”

“Don’ttempt me,” Noiz said under his breath, prompting a laugh from Mizuki. Theredhead turned on his heel and disappeared around the corner, humming under hisbreath as he went after the guest futons.

Noiz lookedup at the ceiling, wrapping his arms a little bit tighter around Aoba’s frame.He glanced at the silver-colored ring on his finger, which had been there forso long already that he barely ever thought of it. The weight of it on hisfinger was simply part of his body; the temperature was the same as his skin.It was so integral to his person that more than once he only remembered to takeit off when he was in his car, in front of his office.

Aobagrumbled something unintelligible under his breath and Noiz fondly looked downat his peaceful expression.

All ofAoba’s worries and anxieties… they could talk about that tomorrow. If Aobadidn’t deny every word, that is. And then, maybe they could talk aboutmarriage.

Noiz’sfingertip trailed easily over the ring on Aoba’s finger, twin to his own. Itwas but a slight bump, like the raised skin of a scar long healed. The sametemperature, a part of his body.

Leaning hishead on the back of the sofa, Noiz played with the idea of not removing hisring before heading to work on Monday.

#thank u for the Opportunity #and im sorry i keep writing abt this au but i swear im changing gears #tumblr prompt #writing #noiao #asks #anonzies #Anonymous

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