#anon !

[ohh-deary-me]

Raven was the one who seemed to have a constant ‘approach cautiously’ aura around her, until you tried to step in the bubble and noticed that she was just like everyone else here. A human who makes mistakes, and is only rude when absolutely necessary — like when defending her friends. She was the girl who liked denim and pinned homemade pins and collected patches to them, daydreamed instead of sleeping. She was caring, like a warm sun’s smile. Who Raven was, to be honest, was one of us trying to live our imaginations, believing in bringing them alive.

i feel very attacked but anon darling this was beautiful - 

[fairyofshampgyu]

Imagine superrrrr drunk gyu and he’s all touchy and needy and horny

DRUNK NEEDY GYU !

Drunk beomgyu is an experience. he’s either even weirder and sillier than he normally is or he gets EXTREMELY sleepy and clingy and emotional.

Beomgyu had gone out for drinks with his friends and you’d received many text messages from beomgyu as the night had progressed, mostly of him saying how much he misses you (or at least that’s what you had inferred he was trying to say, given how many typos there were) with silly tipsy selfies of him with a very exaggerated pouty sad face with yeonjun in the back making a peace sign although he looks like he regrets ever inviting beomgyu out. It was cute at first—“miss yhou sooo muxh :(((“ but it goes to show just how dramatic he is because he’s only been gone for two hours tops, you’d literally seen him just before he went out so you don’t even know why he was acting like he hadn’t seen you in months.

Even with those messages you hadn’t expected him to actually show up drunk at your place in the middle of the night afterwards, he’d begged taehyun, the designated driver of the night, to drop him off at your place instead 😭😭 “babyyyy!” As soon as he sees you his eyes light up and he gets all excited like a puppy, cheeks all flushed from the alcohol, stumbling towards you and engulfing you in a tight hug nearly knocking you over, nuzzling his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist and humming contently, closing his eyes and staying like that, clinging to you so tightly. You try to wriggle back, because oh my god, he reeks so bad of alcohol but he doesn’t budge, whining and holding onto you tighter—“mmh’ missed youu…” he muffles into your neck. You hadn’t seen him this wasted in a while.

Then he pulls back to look at you, eyes roaming over your face and giving you a goofy grin, "You're soooooo pretty." He’s far gone at this point, absentmindedly bringing a clumsy hand up to cup your cheek.

“You’re pretty.” You giggle at how he’s acting.

Beomgyu pulls you closer to him, hand brushing a strand of your hair out your face and he shakes his head, giggling too, "No, you're prettier. I wanna kiss you."

He leans down even more, just about to kiss you but you push him away, “No kissing. You stink, man. Go take a shower and brush your teeth first.”

Beomgyu’s face falls, pouting as you reject his advances and he lets out a dramatic sigh, slumping against you, "But I wanna kiss youuu! Gimme a kiss. Please?” He sulks, looking at you with wide puppy dog eyes trying to get you to agree.

“You can afterwards.”

A small glimmer of hope appears in his eyes, and he looks at you with a mixture of desperation and excitement, "Afterwards? Promise?"

“Yeah, I promise.”

"Okay." Beomgyu drunkenly grumbles, still whiny before heading towards your bathroom and you feel almosttt bad 😭 so you ask if he wanted you to join him in the shower just to make him happier, I mean what can go wrong? Beomgyu freezes at the idea, almost jumping at the idea of showering with you and he has a wide goofy grin on him and excited again. “Yes.” He answers so quickly, voice breathless and he grabs at your wrist, tugging you towards the bathroom.

When you strip your clothes off, beomgyu stares at your body comically dumbfounded as if it were the first time he’d seen you naked before, eyes raking all over your body lmaooo. You’re finally both in the shower, underneath the hot water, and it’s nice and pleasant, letting the water run down your bodies as beomgyu wraps his arms around you from behind, his cheek smooshed against your shoulder and closing his eyes again, his wet hair all in his eyes as he presses small soft kisses to your neck and shoulder and back and he’s so affectionate and it feels so nice and peaceful to be showering with him and you feel so warm, whether it’s from the water or beomgyu, you don’t know.

It’s innocent at first but then beomgyu’s hands grip your hips tighter and he gets more touchy, kissing your neck harder, sucking and leaving sloppy open mouthed wet kisses on your shoulder. You gasp and you can feel him pressing himself flush behind you, letting out a low moan of his own. It’s hard not to give in and you find yourself craning your head back, kissing and making out with him and he whimpers into your mouth, rutting against your ass from behind, groping your tits, eyes practically cross eyed from just that and panting. But then you see him still slightly stumble, and how flushed his cheeks still were and remember just how drunk beomgyu still is and it suddenly feels kinda wrong. And so you pull away from the kiss and lightly push him off you

“Whyyyy?” beomgyu whines and slurs, furrowing his brows at you.

“You’re drunk.”

"So?” Beomgyu argues, letting out a huff and grumbling, hand itching to reach out and touch you again.

You sigh, trying to explain it to him. “You’re really, really drunk. And I’m not at all so it just feels weird to me. Doesn’t feel right.”

"But I want you.” Beomgyu whines and pouts, he reaches out for you again, putting his hands on your waist, “we’re togetherrr….! Please. Touch me. I’ll die.” He breathes out, literally begging at this point.

“You won’t die.” You roll your eyes, “Yeah, we’re together, gyu but that doesn’t matter when you’re like, super inebriated.”

Beomgyu gives you the saddest eyes ever, completely devastated and in his drunken state, he starts to get really emotional and upset, tears welling in his eyes as his lower lip wobbles, “You don’t want me?” ☹️🥺

It pulls at your heartstrings soo bad and you cup his face in your hand as he looks at you with his heavily, dramatic downturned lips, “No, no, no. That’s not it, gyu. Of course i want you. But not like this. It just feels weird for me to do anything right now and I refuse until you’re actually properly you. Just wait until the morning, okay beom? Then we can do whatever.”

Beomgyu sniffles but nods still pouting and looks at you, “Can we still cuddle?”

You try not to laugh, “of course.”

As soon as you step out the shower and go into bed, beomgyu is latched onto you like a koala and youre his tree, not letting go of you at all, cuddling you tightly and within seconds of being in your arms, he’s literally out like a light and softly snoring anyway 😭😭

A/n: sorry to have blue balled you guys 💔💔 but I thought consent is more important to show when someone is super drunk even if they’re your partner and you’re not drunk at all so I personally won’t write it 😭 there’s different laws in different countries about intoxication and consent 🤷‍♀️

[slutz4marsh]

can you write about stan makeouts oughhghg

Stan kisses like he literally thinks you are going to disappear if he lets go. His hands grip too loose, then too tight. You're bruised by morning even if you only make out and don't do anything more.

Half the time, you'll end up on his lap. He'll kiss you hard and with too much tongue before he finds a rhythm. He's all whiny and gasping against your lips, then he'll trail kisses along your jaw and suck (absolutely obscene) hickeys into your neck.

"You're so fucking pretty," he'll whine against your neck. "So, so fucking pretty..."

He's also very apologetic after things cool down. Like once he notices everything he did 😭😭

"Shit. Shit, dude, I am so sorry-" he's laughing, though. Kissing the marks as if that'll make the bruising better. He's grinning now, laughing against your warm skin.

His arms circle you tighter. Bring you closer. Every time without fail.

In short, Stan Marsh is pathetic and also very messy and lacks self control.

[wispyn]

the niki kiss and goodbye fanfiction was so beautiful and emotional omg

...could you (please) do a part 2 where they re-unite 🥺🥺

i will get on my knees and beg-

i luv ur writing sm

hiiii anonn, yes, to answer everyone’s question, there will be a second part to kiss and goodbye. it was a beauty, which deserves a happy ending 🥹 my taglist is open if anyone wants to be tagged! <3

[prettybs]

please do a baby daddy riki fic🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

I WANT TO! but I’m not sure what kinda plot I want. Like is reader pregnant or do they already have the child? Are they on good or bad terms? Are they in a relationship? Was it an accident? Idk man

#helpagirlout

[prncssie]

Reader and Sukuna in a fitting room rating the compression shirts he picked out : p

hi anon my love this is long overdue BUT i said i would do it ik i lied once but sukuna is actually difficult for me boooo. i am not lying when i say i struggle with him specifically but characterization is soooo difficult it’s an entire process

anyway past the sob story onto the request! this is done with suburbia sukuna in mind. he has his own fully built universe that i hope to explore more :D feel free to ask about that!! okay request fr below the cut. mdni minors stay away or m calling your parents.

sukuna is supposedly off limits. it’s more of a unspoken rule than anything. if it wasn’t unspoken, you doubt you’d be the only one trying to get unscheduled one on one time with him. even if it was spoken though, there’s a big chance you’d still be seated here now, watching in faux boredom as sukuna pulls yet another shirt off his body.

you’re not supposed to be here. well, you are just not here. you’re supposed to be strolling the shops of the malls, in search of something fitting for nobara’s birthday, something as extravagant as she’d like. it’s just sheer coincidence that you ran into sukuna, at least that’s what you’d tell them.

it doesn’t really matter what megumi or nobara or even yuji thinks. neither of them knows what it feels like to have secret rendezvous with the untouchable. you’ve taken a bite of the forbidden fruit. it would be insane to ask you to put it down, now.

it’s one of your more tame interactions though, so at least you have something to stand on. granted, most of your cognitive function is focused on not gaping like a fish every time his muscles ripple and flex across his form.

“i don’t like that one. it makes you look like a whore.” it’s two short sentences but it’s all you can manage to maintain your little bit of sanity. it’s all the same when sukuna isn’t facing you. he couldn’t possibly read your expression when he’s too busy staring at his own in the mirror.

you can see him though. you can see him and the way his pink lips twitch in a half assed smile. the navy blue compression shirt goes right back in the hanger with the white tag dangling, taunting you of your actual quest. you can see the quirk in his eyebrow before he can utter a word.

“that’s my goal. can’t get more bitches under my belt without a little bait.” all sukuna has to do is cast you one of those over the shoulder glances to turn your insides into mush. he gives off the impression that he knows, with the way his tongue goes to swipe glossed saliva across the soft plains. “don’t it take one to know one?”

by the time your big brown eyes have rolled to the edges of your head and back again, sukuna has already crossed the space between you, tender hand resting on your skin, smoothened with coco butter lotion and vanilla scented body oil. his hand runs up your calf, reaching the edges of your denim skirt. if his all-knowing grin doesn’t tip you off, it would be the tightening of his fingertips around you.

if you were anywhere else, perhaps you would be more enticed to get lost in the inferno his touch leaves your nerves feeling but this is reality, and in reality, he’s snuck you into the dressing room just to show off his physique. it forces you, to instead of being spontaneous and going with the flow, to chide him in a mutter and plant your hands firmly on his chest.

“no. no, ‘kuna this is a bad idea. you don’t need me to tell you that.” your move to turn your cheek towards him does nothing to deter him. your lips weren’t his goal, anyway. rather, sukuna seems perfectly content attaching his lips to your neck to leave behind an array of bruises.

you feel more than you hear it, the rush of air past your ear when he scoffs. sukuna has made himself hovering in the spot between your legs, one knee bent and wedged sandal atop the bench. “oh, it’s a bad idea, is it? don’t want poor yuji findin’ out. what would he think? his good friend, his best friend, chumming it up with me, his dear old brother.” he leans away just enough for a breath of space between you. his pink hair brushes against your forehead as sukuna tilts his head. his eyes shine with mischief but his grip is all the same. “you never complain until it suits you. big fuckin’ baby.”

you’d like to think your efforts work, particularly when sukuna discards you and replaces the object of his attention for yet another shirt on the rack of possibilities. he’s already clicked his tongue and moved on from your conversation while you’re still attempting to defend your honor in a single breath. “just because i have ethics doesn’t make me a baby.” your foot meets the floor in a soft clunk! and you sort out the bunched up material of your skirt.

your words make him laugh, a sound vibrating through his chest and out his body. “ethics, huh? where were you ethics last week? ‘sukuna can you come over? the power went out and i can’t fix it. sukuna i’m so lonely. i’m so bored. i’m so—’ what djd you say? something about your parents not being home. i can’t quite remember.”

“oh my god, shut up.” hearing your own words, although in a much deeper timbre, stirs up an embarrassment so overwhelming, your hands fly to cover your face. “you make it sound like a bad porno.” you’re no stranger to the heat creeping up your neck and spreading that warmth throughout your cheeks.

“should’ve been. i don’t think you could fake that, though. which one do you think will get me the most bitches? blue or black?” sukuna phrases it like it’s some passing thought. it’s a casual conversation to him. your sexual endeavors are normalized and he speaks of it as you don’t have to sneak behind your mutuals.

“black.” the decision falls from your lips before you have time to contemplate it. it’s not an entire lie. it’s just . . . not the best option. he didn’t ask that, though. sukuna asked what would get him the most bitches. he didn’t ask for your exact, and quite personal, opinion. perhaps you were doing him a favor is steering him away from a blue so deep it made his eyes shine. “and hopefully now you’ll get enough attention and leave me alone.”

sukuna scoffs again and shakes his head. pink hair tosses atop his head and he looks back at you again, a familiar smile playing on his lips. “you’re the one that needs to leave me alone.”

[jenscx]

pls carry out that loser photography mj x popular girl yn pls pls with a cherry on top i will kiss u

loser minjeong… i have many thoughts… LOSER MINJEONG…