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hotpinkstars · 2 days
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DAUGHTER - boothill x reader
- boothill brings home a baby girl he found in the grass one late night.
- read boothills lore and SOBBED. NOBODY TALK TO ME RN. anyways i had to write about his adoptive daughter but if he had a spouse at the time bc dad boothill is so precious imo cryingngnfsnakskf anyways..
- pre cyborg boothill, major boothill backstory spoilers, written before release wc 582
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Boothill was home fashionably late tonight. He never specified why though, leaving you to your thoughts on his ranch. 
You both agreed to buy a farm together, considering he grew up around horses and cattle. His fathers taught him how to tend to the animals, taught him creativity, and overall gave him a fine life. 
You both had talked about having some children of your own, but that thought hadn’t become a reality due to your busy schedules. That was, though, until he walked through the door of your shared home, cradling a baby in his arms.
She was a pretty little thing- with pale blue eyes and white hair poking through her scalp. She seemed to be a newborn, with how tiny she was. 
“Look what I found, just sitting in the grass,” he said in a slight whisper, not wanting to startle the baby. “She’s pretty, ain't she?” 
Your eyes widen slightly as you sit up from your place on your shared bed. You take a sharp inhale before motioning for Boothill to hand you the baby. He carefully rests her in your arms, sitting down on your side of the bed as you hold the fragile being in your grasp. You coo to her as Boothill watches you with adoration.
“She’s gorgeous,” you smile, looking down at the girl who was happily clapping in your arms. “Do we know her parents? I’d hate to just take someone's child…”
“No parent was in sight. I also highly doubt someone would jus’ leave their kid in the middle of nowhere,” he said, patting the girl on the head. “If I find a parent, we’ll give her to em’.” 
You nod in agreement, allowing the baby to grab onto your pointer finger. She seemed so happy, you almost didn’t want to let her go. 
You both soon took her into your bathroom, running a lukewarm bath in your sink and putting the lightest type of soap you could find into the water. You wanted to give her a little bath, considering he found her outside, and you didn’t know what she’d have on her. You also didn’t know how long she’s been outside. 
You unwrapped her from the makeshift blanket Boothill tore from his shirt and set her down slowly into the water. She didn’t seem to fuss, so you proceeded to wash her body. Boothill stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, looking at something on his phone. You finished cleaning the tiny girl before wrapping her in a soft, warm towel. 
“Babe, where are we going to find clothes for this poor thing? She’s probably freezing!” You stress, crossing your arms and sighing as you watch the little girl squirm in the towels hold. 
“I’ll head out tomorrow morning and get some necessities. ‘Was thinkin’ about those things too, like how she’s gonna eat and all that.”
“Ugh, that’s another thing to worry about,” you turn around, facing him. “Babies her age don’t eat, and I can’t produce milk.”
At this point, it was late in the night. Who knows what time, all you know is that you should be asleep. But instead, you’re up caring for a little girl who wasn’t even yours.
“Is she just going to sleep with us tonight?” He asked, getting ready for bed.
“I mean, where else would we put her? We don’t have a crib!” You lightly picked her up, placing her on your lap as you rocked her to sleep.
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crybabycrry · 14 hours
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sucking on abby’s fingers😵‍💫😵‍💫
with one hand she’s cupping your jaw so you wouldn’t move, and with the other she has her middle and ring fingers down your throat. calling you a “good girl” while she’s stuffing them even more further down. abby’s thick, and long fingers so deep down your throat that your practically gagging on them, with your saliva dripping from the sides of your mouth, and down your chin, & your tongue licking on her fingers. she’s smirking down at you and you’re in full bliss atp, your eyes are watering with almost tears falling from them, almost. it was as if you don’t want abby to shove them down more further, as if you want her to take them out of your mouth bc it was becoming way too much. but you don’t, you’re enjoying this so much that you want all five fingers down your throat, hell you probably want all ten, to be gagging on all of them. “ya want me to go deeper baby?” she questions, already knowing the answer. she shoves her fingers now knuckles deep into your mouth, your throat making gagging sounds and it was like music to abby’s ear, & she even lets out a loud grunt. the tears of joyful fingers sucking now have fallen from your eyes, and maybe the next thing you’ll be gagging on will be abby’s even more thicker, longer, and girther strap…yummy😋
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i have a longer drabble of this in my drafts but it’s absolute doo doo so you can have this instead:)) | divider credits @/gigittamic
daily click. don’t buy tlou. help palestine
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astralis-ortus · 2 days
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love, am i home?
✱ bestfriend!bc × gn!reader
— how can you tell it's not simply an infatuation?
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w.count → 0.6k genre → angst, one-sided love warnings → minor cussing, mention of alcohol but no described consumption a.n → honestly i don't even know what i wrote i am feeling feelings soooo yeah! also, there's a few mentions of bambam as the home owner lol
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“do you reckon i’ll fall in love someday?’
chan’s odd, unprovoked question nearly made you choke on the strawberry-lychee juice you were trying so hard to savor. worse, your heart also took a hit from it—which, frankly, you should have been preparing yourself for from the day you realized that your hiking heart bpm whenever chan was sitting a little too close was not exactly a normal reaction between friends.
“yeah,” you barely managed to quip a reply, setting your half-empty paper cup on the coffee table across the tan leather couch before chan could send another unwarranted hit on your poor heart. “i mean, didn’t you have a few relationships before?”
well fuck—now he’s going to elaborate, isn’t he. good job, dumbass.
sometimes you wonder why you’re trying so hard to be a good friend when you do realize it will only further tighten the chains wrapped around your chest. does bambam have some alcohol in the fridge? also, where the fuck is he?
“fair point,” a long sigh escaped his lungs as chan fully leaned onto bambam’s ridiculously large sofa, eyes tracing whatever interesting shape he could find on the ceiling of their still-missing friend’s apartment, “but i wonder if those feelings were actually… love, you know? not merely infatuation?”
“i don’t, actually,” you playfully snickered, hoping the faint smile on your lips would help in numbing the dull ache spreading on your chest. “i mean, as far as my experience goes, i think it has always been love for me.”
“and how does that feel?”
“how?” the faint urgency in his voice pulled your line of gaze towards chan—unexpectedly meeting his pair of curious brown eyes, and you sighed. are you really going to say it?
you were preparing a joke, really. deflecting, avoiding his question, all that thing.
you really were.
and you know, with every part of your bones, you’re probably going to regret this.
“uh, well, it feels like…”
the butterflies when i see your name lit up my phone screen.
the odd twist in the pit of my stomach when i hear you talk about that new friend you made and how you thought they were beautiful.
the way my lips followed yours into a smile when you excitedly told me about a new song idea and how spring flooded my chest when you said it’s our little secret.
the sudden void when you told me you asked that new friend of yours to go out for dinner, and how my heart went numb when you brightly exclaimed that it would technically count as a first date.
an excruciatingly long roller coaster of emotions,
an endless hike under the scorching summer sun,
a long night staring at where the waves breaks,
and yet…
“it was home.”
“…home?”
“yeah,” you shrugged, fingers hiding inside the sleeves of your hoodie while you pull your knees closer to your chest, “home.”
“it’s everything that is good, everything that’s not quite there, and yet you can’t help but find yourself longing for every piece of it. you accept that it’s not going to be perfect and never will be, and yet you’re still willing to continuously nurture that feeling because, well, you love them, and even if it eventually didn’t work out… you’d still think it’s worth the effort to try.”
you don’t know what the silence between you now meant.
you don’t know, and probably would never want to find out.
you’d hate to know who he thinks about when he opens his mouth,
and you’d forever thank bambam for his impeccable timing with bags full of thai foods in his hand.
©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡
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virtual-bunny · 3 days
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Gojo and Squirt
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bunny’s note: i haven’t been able to write a lot bc i have no motivation and it honestly upsets me, so this is probably trash
pairings: Gojo x chubby reader
WARNINGS: overstimulation, force, a bit of dub-con, short “fic”
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Gojo would whine when you squirt.
Like he would be fingering you, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“Please baby give it to me, please please.” He would whine.
And you have no idea what he’s even saying because his fingers feel way too good and you just keep gasping and moaning and tossing around the bed, holding onto Gojo’s hair.
Your moans turn into heavy breathing as Gojo starts too eat you out like his life depended on it, looking at you and fingering you without stopping, his face and hand covered in your juices.
“Satoru-!” You whine, but Gojo is in a trance, he could feel his arm and hand cramping up but he didn’t care. Your poor pussy was so sore it started to hurt. You tried pushing Gojo off but he would grab your wrist and look up at you.
“Don’t move me.” His face was smeared in shiny and white juices, his eyes so darken, you felt like could cum just by looking at him like this.
You tried to tell him to stop but he just couldn’t, he wouldn’t and didn’t stop.
Gojo liked to hold onto your love handles, squeezing them so hard it would leave marks. He loves holding onto your tummy for support, to bring you in closer. But it also made him go faster, and faster, and faster
So you squirted again, your whole body shaking, Gojo having to put his arm on you to restrain you. You cried out, telling him to stop, but Gojo would just laugh, thinking it was so funny that he could make you react this way.
And although you kept repeating to him that “is too much Satou~”, he didn’t care, he was selfish. He moaned and groaned every time he licked you, jerking himself off to your taste. (and your cries)
You were overstimulated, barely thinking. It didn’t matter how many times you’d tell him to stop, he wouldn’t listen. As time passed, you’d realize that Gojo never listened to your protests. You think it’s been about maybe an hour or so, and he was still going at it. Gojo only took two breaks.
One of them was to drink water.
And the other one was to make you sit on his face.
You had protested because you were self conscious, but Gojo only groaned and rolled his eyes, pushing you onto his face, his strong arms wrapped around you.
You didn’t even know you were grinding on his face until he gently pushed you away.
“I thought you didn’t want anymore?” He’d grin, but you didn’t hear him, you thought you’d lost your senses, the only thing you could feel was how your pussy was pulsating.
Gojo kept going, he didn’t care that you were crying, and he didn’t care that you felt like your soul was getting sucked out of your body, so you just let him do whatever it was he wanted to do to you.
You were his toy after all.
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modawg · 1 day
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so does camp half blood have a cemetery bc i was just thinking abt how absolutely horrifically horrible it would be seeing all those graves after the war decorated by (literal children) their siblings and other campers and walking by them everyday when your living your life
or having to go to the mortal parents of those kids and saying “your child died during the war but we have their body do you want it” and the parent either accepting or denying and if accepting SEEING THEIR CHILDS MUTILATED BODY before doing a funeral service that probably doesn’t involve the kids from chb
like selina for example with her dad and his chocolate or whatever having someone from chb come to his house knock on his door and say “i’m sorry but selina died a hero fighting during the great war” then giving him her body after having poison spat right in her face
that or like imagine you haven’t had contact with your kid in a long while then one day you get a knock on the door and it’s not your kid but it’s a different kid telling you their dead ???? you had no idea a war was even going on ?? and now your 10yr old is gone
like i know a lot of kids don’t really talk to their mortal parents so they have a permanent spot at chb but there’s also kids with one foot in and one foot out and that’s so CRAZY like if percy had died he probably would’ve been buried in the mortal world sally would’ve had camp there fs but he wouldn’t have been buried at camp (personally i don’t think he would’ve at least)
how many kids were buried in the mortal world and how many would’ve actually wanted that also like that’s so devastating
especially if those kids were actually close to their mortal parents like parents who are like sally in that way who ask how it happened why it happened who else was hurt how many died like the parents who actually cared :(
i could see selina’s dad asking abt charlie just to find out he’s gone too like that’s so saddd
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isackwhy · 2 days
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isaacwhy headcanons >:)
big on touch. do u see that man w his friends. he can’t keep his hands off them much less YOU
always buying u shit even if u tell him not to
new gaming headset you mentioned? already in his amazon cart and shipped to your house
feel like he’d wanna take you to the gym but only if u wanna go w him
u say yes even if ur not big on the gym bc him and those slutty tank tops lord
ur also close w the guys which means ur getting bullied if ur too loud the night before
it’s mostly from tanner and nick tbh
yumi will bring it up at random and you two just glare at him. then isaac giggles to himself bc like yeah. he did that. he made sure HOA heard too.
let’s be honest here. he’s a 6’4 anime geek who is apparently scared of women like y’all we’re best friends beforehand and completely oblivious to each other
he had no idea what to do. u had no idea what to do
probably leads to an angry confession from one of u once it gets bottled up too much
probably him and his hot headed ass
some shit like “i like you. i fucking like you y/n and i can’t do this back and forth shit anymore”
i could write a whole thing about angry confession isaac omg
hid it from the guys even though u both separately told them about ur feelings like….awhile ago
he’d probably want them to figure it out on their own. see how long it takes. like a game.
if ur chubby just know gym rats love chubby ppl so like don’t even worryyyyy
loves it tbh
one of the only reasons he leaves the house is bc of u
dragging him out to stores or just to drive and LEAVE THE DAMN HOUSE
on nights where he’s editing for hours he appreciates ur presence
whether it be u sitting next to him, head on his shoulder as you watch or u sitting on his bed scrolling aimlessly
it just feels better w u around
protective
he knows u can hold ur own but damn is it nice to see him get protective at like twitchcon and ur both surrounded by viewers or something
his eyes always find u again like a HAWK
loves watching u interact w ur viewers if ur a content creator too
thinks it’s so cute the way u greet them and take photos. he’s smitten okay
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kozumesphone · 2 days
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💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏 .ᐟ
⤷ leo valdez x fem!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅
ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus
ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . street racing au
ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname
ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 946
ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . y/n and leo are the queen and king of the shinjuku and shibuya street racing circles, respectively. they meet for the first time at the annual tokyo races to see who's better. (ft. best friend!percy fanboying over racer king!leo + an appearance by passenger princess!leo <3)
ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . uhtgufshew tokyo + leo + street racing is such a fever dream for me,, and this one, I wrote bc of my love for leo and fast and furious (esp tokyo drift <3) and I totally based y/n's car off han's from td sue me I love him (: so, enjoy! i'll start working on part 2 soon (:
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✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov
'the next station is . . . shinjuku.'
I was busy icing the bruises on my forearm from last night’s race when my best friend barged into the bathroom without knocking.
“HE’S COMING TODAY, N/N!” he screamed, and giggled like a school girl.
“I could’ve been naked, you know,” I muttered, shutting the first-aid box and shoving it into the cabinet under the sink. “who’s coming?”
“ignis-”
“percy, come on, not this again,” I groaned. “you’ve been fanboying about him for the past 48 hours, and I really just want to sleep. and besides, I really don’t see what the big deal about this guy is.”
“uh, hello? he’s the king of the shibuya street races!” percy exclaimed, following me as I walk out, and flop onto my bed. he stops at the foot of it.
“and the people have crowned me the queen of shinjuku’s. so what?” I asked.
‘ignis’, as the others call him, is someone called leo valdez. and apparently, he’s a pretty good racer.
“look,” I continued, interrupting percy before he started fanboying again, with hearts in his eyes or whatever. “if he’s that good, he can come and beat me at the annual tokyo races.” I declared.
“oh yeah, he probably will,” percy commented. I flung my pillow at his head, and smirked when I found I didn’t miss. “OW!”
“whatever. tell me more about him. what’s he like?”
it was almost as if I asked him to marry leo. and this time, he really did have hearts in his eyes, I fear.
“okay, so supposedly, he builds his own car, like you, and started racing at 17! isn’t that cool? I mean, you did too, but still. it’s cooler when he does it. anyway, he’s locally the undefeated champion of street racing, and oh my god, he drives a 1966 ford gt40, it’s so cool-”
“okayyy, i’ve heard enough. I guess it is going to be fun meeting him at the car meet for the races.” I smirked. “let’s battle it out on the roads, ignis.”
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
✮⋆˙ leo’s pov
'the next station is . . . shibuya.'
“jace, how much farther is the hotel?” I asked, knocking my legs onto the dashboard, and crossing them at my ankles. simultaneously, I pulled down my sunglasses.
“relax, passenger princess, just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.” he replied.
jason glanced at piper in the mirror and smiled.
I would never admit it, of course, but it was terrible being so good at one thing and horribly bad at another. honestly, who would ever believe that the king, ignis, had never been in an actual relationship? the one-night stands didn’t count, obviously. I’d never felt anything close to… love.
pondering my status of being single, I fell asleep in jason’s car.
“dude, bro, homie, my man, whatever, WAKE UP, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE-”
“did you… did you carry me into bed, jason grace?” I opened one eye and grinned at him lazily.
“you were sound asleep, even worse than a log. I tried kicking you awake, but it didn’t work, so I had to pick you up, ufortunately.”
“aww, don’t sound so happy.”
“shut up. if you don’t get ready to get to the car meet, we don’t get a ticket to race for the entire next month,” he said.
“what- OH, I forgot about that. one ticket’s enough for all 23 races, right?”
“yeah, i’ll explain the details to you in the car, go get ready, dumbass.”
I grinned. “jason grace is cursing, the world is healing-” a pillow hit my face. “i’m going.”
timeskip
“okay, the serious ones you need to look out for are python, shooting star, and tsunami.”
“shooting star?” I choked on my water. “what-”
“weird name, huh?” a girl chuckled behind me, and I whipped around.
“oh no no no no, i’m sorry- are you shooting star? uh, shit, I apologi-”
“nah, but it was funny seeing you get so flustered, valdez.” she smirked.
“do we… know each other?” I asked, confused. her smirk widened.
“not yet, but real soon,” she said, her smirk never faltering and confidence never wavering. she turned and began walking away, and I stood there, mouth open.
“she’s pretty, but she’s also tsunami,” piper commented. oh.
“who said she’s pretty? I didn’t. did you? I don’t know,” I rambled. whatever. “she’s my competition. she’s just in the way of me and my golden trophy.”
“there’s no trophy, dumbass.” jason reminded me.
“a 700$ cash price is equivalent to a trophy, man,” I corrected him.
“ok, well, listen up. she’s called tsunami for a reason. she’s vicious, takes everyone by surprise at every race, and is the queen of shinjuku’s street racing. and most importantly? she’s never lost a single race.” piper explained. I took in every bit of that info, and filed into a part of my brain labelled ‘dangerous and pretty competition, stay away’.
“what’s her ride, then?” I asked, a little curious.
“1997 mazda rx-7 veilside fortune.”
“damn,” I whistled. before I could find out more about her, the announcer on the stage started talking.
“welcome, racers and audience! today is day 1 of the annual tokyo races! here’s a quick rundown about it, in case you haven’t a clue: starting today, there will be 23 races for 23 days, each race held in a special ward of tokyo. we start here, at shinjuku, and end the 23rd race at shibuya!”
everyone cheered and whistled at the mention of shinjuku and shibuya, the two hubs of tokyo’s street racing.
starting at tsunami’s turf, and ending in mine, huh? this was going to be fun.
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tags! — @sunnitheapollokid @puffoz
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beabnormal24 · 20 hours
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https://www.tumblr.com/beabnormal24/749880910352105472/hi-i-just-need-to-vent-i-do-not-have-the-words
This!!!! Oh my god!!! I really did like landoscar fics at first. But the way the amount of fics now that just portray Carlos as the bad guy is insane!!! And it's not just landoscar but lestappen fics too!
Carlos always ends up being the antagonist or the ex that was horrible and well as you've said a ab*ser. I get it that it's fiction and it's their writing and they're free to do whatever they want.
And I understand that sometimes in some plots why Carlos had to be the bad guy. It makes sense plot wise. Great. You're free to write what ever you want.
But there's a line that should not be crossed. And they cross it all the time.
And sometimes you can clearly tell that they do not like Carlos just from how they write him. Especially in fics where Charles or Oscar are the main protagonist in lestappen and landoscar fics because the writer will always make Carlos this horrible character. And it’s always the fics with lestappen and landoscar as side ship or vice versa. Which again ok everyone has their fav drivers and are free to have opinions but the way they are so easy and quick to make Carlos (a real person that they don’t know personally) an ab*ser.
The way I have backed out of multiple ongoing fics that i did like recently because they didn’t tag it properly (probably for like a shock element) and Carlos was this ab*ser character and was horrible to poor Charles and Lando and Oscar and Max were this saviour protecting them from big bad Carlos. One fic is somewhat understandable but multiple fics that’s just hating and being vile towards Carlos is insane. And making him this character that is always this ab*ser like character.
The way this behavior has turned me away from lestappen (which was how i got into f1 rpf bc I loved them and still do but i just cannot read or appreciate them anymore) and landoscar is actually crazy. I have been in multiple fandoms with ships that I don’t like and let the shippers be. Always been a firm believer in “don’t like don’t read/dni” but sometimes you have to interact and call what they’re doing wrong. It’s not even the ships that are bad it’s the shippers. They are so toxic and this toxicity makes you turn away from the whole ship.
Sorry if this doesn’t make sense but yeah…
Anon, this made incredibly sense, and I have to share this because I have never heard truer words. I, too, have had to clock out of ongoing fics because of this, I just can’t stand it when Carlos becomes the bad character, sometimes even without a logical reason at all!
Like once I was reading this Landoscar fic and all of a sudden they just straight out started saying that Carlos was stupid and an idiot and he was an asshole, but that didn’t even fit in the entire dialogue the characters were having!
In another fic, they went as far as k*lling Carlos, just because they hated him.
This is not fiction, this is a problematic mentality. I get that you can despise someone, but as anon said that’s just taking it too far and it has become extremely toxic and disgusting.
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aphrodisiaexotica · 2 days
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do you do head cannons? bc i’m a slut for some good colby head cannons😋
colby headcannons.
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a/n: HEHEHE ME TOO BABY ME TOO.
(f!reader)
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PRINCESS TREATMENT. !!!!!!!!!
he’s def the typa boyfriend to take you shopping, or shop for you (cause he’s definitely the listener in the relationship and knows what you love & hate), holds your bags for you, always pays unless you threaten him w no puss
he’s always opening every single door for you
definitely the type of boyfriend to want to surprise you with new jewelry (specific, but i feel like im on to something..)
you’re definitely one of the first people to see his ideas for his merch drops
most def the driver, would never let you drive. even in your own car.
he loves subtle touches especially when you scratch his back or give him massages.
HES A SLUT FOR HEAD SCRATCHES.
he’s always picking up on the little things you do too
whether that is being able to tell when you don’t feel good, headaches, stomach aches, period cramps etc..
to being able to notice the small things you do in your life, like your makeup routine, skincare and just overall routine
he may not always be touching you, but he’s usually next to you
but when he is touching you, he loves touching your hands, waist, hips, and lower back !!
would never dream of cheating on you either, he’s extremely loyal!!
if you smoke he doesn’t mind, if you partake in the mary jane, he’ll probably smoke with you once or twice. not all the time. but maybe on your birthday (he’ll roll you up a nice pretty joint💞💞)
bro is obsessed with your body. not in a weird creepy way but in a- “omg i wanna kiss the ground you walk on, giving you my babies, you’re so pretty, like a you’re a goddess, i’ll sell you my soul.” kinda obsessed.
now for the spicy stuff
he’s most def always dom
i feel like he won’t ever fully be a sub, but he will take it down a notch when you wanna be a little more in control
he loves that pretty pussy of yours too
loves to just play with it too
figure out what makes you squirt & whimper.
would literally die if you whimpered his name.
HE LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON HIS FACE. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU TUG ON HIS HAIR WHILE YOU SLIGHTLY GRIND DOWN ON HIS FACE.. it’ll make him moan.
loves to choke you. (idc i don’t make the rules)
colby MOST DEFINITELY leaves hickeys on your inner thighs, or something where no one would see it but him.
cums almost immediately (again) after he sees you wearing his clothes after sex.
big cuddlier after sex
his fav is you on his chest or with his face in your neck cause he loves how you smell
he’s an overall just a big lover boy for you
would sacrifice anything for you happiness and wellbeing <3
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suitsusboth · 3 days
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Hi! I saw on your twitter that you have another idea for season 2 au (post gazebo). What is it about? 👀
hello! yes, i do. i’m trying to get it order bc i just know how s2 pissed me off s3 is probably also going to piss me off and i’ll want to write something. from my annoyance with s2 love came back to me was born, but that was a fix-it before the dreaded wedding. i think it’s be fun to see how things play out after ep six but without kate falling off the horse and that’s why the sharmas “forgive” her.
i wanted to start in a place of true conflict for kate— she has undeniable feelings for this man, and him for her, but it just feels like it could never be. never should be if she wants to heal her relationship with mary and edwina. but then she realised, after the mist of the gazebo scene falls away, she was forgotten about. and it’s sort of a breaking point for her.
i want it to be a deep dive on the sharma family and their dynamics/history and why they are the way they are. it’s not my intention to villainise mary/edwina at all, but i want to explore the unhealthy dynamic they have going and then find a way to come out on the other side of it. i also want kate to realise she can have good things, want her own dreams, let herself love and be loved. that sometimes she does need to put herself first.
and some good old Anthony apologising. because that’s what kate should have gotten 🙃
my intention is to make it a two part series, so the conflict and healing between the three woman would take some months (aka, end of s2 and then carry into what would be s3. i highly doubt i am going to follow much of what the show does in s3 and it would be a kanthony focused perspective, obviously). i just feel like that’s realistic? healing and forgiving can take time.
i won’t lie i was inspired by the recent ts album release and the stages of grief for the first intended part: denial, bargaining, anger, depression and acceptance. i just think they fit very well with the concept i’m imagining.
i don’t know if it would be everyone’s cup of tea, especially as we’re moving into Kanthony happy era. but it’s been in the back of my mind for a while so maybe i will write it 🤷🏼‍♀️
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whiterexpper · 11 months
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Best ship in nevermore imo
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stuckinapril · 1 month
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I love Tumblr because nothing matters here truly. There are no influencers. Having followers doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a site where people post their sporadic thoughts and rb pretty pictures. Anyone who thinks any of this matters is woefully missing the point
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a-dragons-journal · 1 month
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(Foreword: I’m not vaguing anyone in specific, I’ve seen this a number of times recently.)
I am gonna need you guys to start clarifying what you mean when you say “believe we’re/they’re actually animals”, because if you’re using it to mean “believe we’re/they’re physically animals” I need to point out that that is not what you’re saying, you’re saying “genuinely identify as animals”. Actually is a synonym for genuinely, not physically. If you don’t believe/feel yourself to actually be your kintype, you’re by definition not otherkin at all. Using “actually” to mean “physically” is at best unclear and at worst implying that people who don’t identify as physically nonhuman “know” we’re not ~really~ nonhuman at all, which I know is not what any of y’all mean but is definitely how it reads, especially to anyone not already intimately familiar with the discourse. Please use the words you actually mean, I’m begging you guys here
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stealingyourbones · 3 months
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Today is the second time I’ve found a bone in fast food chicken nugget esque items.
When will my curse of finding bones in unsuspecting things end.
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wrathofrats · 2 months
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Thinking about aether in sweat pants and a beanie and he’s so cozy and warm looking and also maybe has a ghoul in his lap sweetly cockwarming him
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freshbeeth · 27 days
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case in fucking point
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