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bee. 25. she/her. ☼ aries ☾ scorpio ↑ leo

just a silly little writing blog for my silly little stories about my silly little guys :)

happy to interact, take requests, hear your thirsts, become besties... don't be shy, i'm very nice i swear lmao

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mickedy

i dont "make up" lgbt headcanons for fictional characters i see a character and the headcanon comes to me like the word of god to a 17th century monarch

kentoangel

i am a sucker for the typical stoic fictional man who is actually so soft for his s/o. who buries his nose into the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around your waist whenever he can. maybe he’s not always good with his words, but for you? god. he literally hands you his heart on a silver platter

knifebucket

me rereading my own writing: this bitch fucking loves commas

hanmine

[ 𝟑:𝟏𝟖 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍)

“kenny,” you whisper. “hey, hey, kenny?” each word is spoken with a poke to his rib cage, and draken hisses, rolling over in bed to turn away with his back to you.

“no, y/n,” he mumbles sleepily. his voice is low, words slurred in his tired state, but it does little to break your resolve. you simply poke his back instead.

“kenny, it’s important,” you whisper urgently. he waits a few moments before ultimately grumbling as he gives in, turning to face you as his eyes glare at you while he rubs the sleep out of them.

“what? what is it,” he asks, voice flat.

“okay. so,” you grin. draken raises an eyebrow, and he doesn’t like where this is heading—even if he doesn’t exactly know where this is heading. “if we were like, i don’t know, forbidden lovers or something, and we had to run away to be together—”

“y/n, it’s three in the morning,” he groans, rubbing his face exasperatedly with his hand. peering at your from the side, he exhales at your pout. “don’t make that fa—okay, you know what? go ahead.”

draken always gives in when it comes to you, and at times like these, it concerns him a little just how far he’d go for you. that much control in your hands over him couldn’t be good, but still, he trusts you. blindly, with no doubts, draken always trusts you.

although, right now, he’s second-guessing his choices.

“okay, as i was saying,” you huff, “if we had to run away to be together, where would you wanna go?” he’s tired and cranky, and his muscles ache, and his eyelids are the heaviest they’ve been with sleep, but still, he sighs before pondering over an answer for your question. and it’s sweet, really, how he always indulges you in your mindless thoughts—no matter how pointless or how late. he always has a soft spot for you, and even if he rethinks his choices sometimes, he can’t ever bring himself to regret them.

“like...to another country?” you hum in confirmation. “then i guess france,” he mumbles. resting your chin on his chest, you peer up at him, his arm curling around you and pulling you closer.

“how come?”

“so that i can push you off that big ass tower and finally get a good night’s sleep,” he grunts, closing his eyes with a yawn. scowling, you slap his chest, making him scowl back. you both glare half-heartedly at each other, his eyes boring into yours. and he has to be up soon, the shop won’t run itself, but all thoughts of rest are whisked away for a moment when he catches a glimpse of you in the dark room, nothing but the moon offering any sort of light.

“well, i wouldn’t run away with you if you treat me like that,” you mutter, adding, “jerk,” after a few moments—just to ensure you get your point across. he snickers, and his arm tightens its grip on you. he feels safe—because he always speaks through his actions, no matter how big or small. the way his arms grasp you, how they always keep you in place, right by his side—they speak figures. draken’s love is pure, it’s raw, and it’s real. you crack a smile at his chuckles, the soft sound melting your heart and then some.

“kidding,” he grins, pecking your forehead. “i wouldn’t blow all that money on plane fare just to push you off a building. i can do that anywhere.” rolling your eyes at how pleased he seems at his answer, you grab a loose strand of hair resting on his shoulder, twirling the ends as you hum thoughtfully.

“okay, if you’re done with the shitty jokes—”

“hey, they're not shitty—”

“why else do you wanna go there?” he shrugs, mindlessly stroking your back with his palm, looking off out the window.

“i don’t know...isn’t it supposed to be like...a romantic place?” you stare at him for a moment, blinking, and for a second, he wonders if he said something wrong.

and then you break into a fit of giggles, making him stare at you bewildered as a soft blush dusts over his cheeks.

“oh kenny,” you snort. “my little hopeless romantic,” you tease, pinching his cheek. the blush spreads to the tips of his ears as draken scowls, shoving your hand away and huffing. you hope he doesn’t feel your heart hammering in your chest from his words, though.

“i will shove you off a building, y/n. it can happen,” he warns playfully. but despite his words, he still leans in and accepts the sweet kiss you press to his lips, grinning as he pulls away. “okay, your turn. where would you wanna go?” shrugging, you twist the strand of hair around your finger, moving to trace the slope of his jaw.

“anywhere,” you whisper. “as long as i’m with you.” you say it truthfully, and draken’s oddly emotional from the confession. he thinks back to how many cold nights—and bloody ones too—that you’d sat through, how you waited through worrying over his delinquent nature, how even when he couldn’t give you anything, you’d treated him as though he’d given you it all.

draken thinks he’d follow you to the end of the world, pushing past the barriers and creating new ones if that’s what takes, just to keep you by his side. smiling softly, he presses delicate kisses to your cheeks before connecting your lips, humming into the kiss as his hand rubs up your spine.

“y/n,” he murmurs. you hum in response. “that’s real cute,” he huffs with a small chuckle, making you beam. and all too swiftly, you’re pulled down with your cheek smooshed against his chest and his arms locked firmly around you, no chance for escape—though, you don’t think you’d want to leave anyway. “now go. to. sleep.”

britishmuffin

Howl and Sophie <3

Timelapse video and lineart download will be available on patreon!

★ patreon || website || twitter ★

herchaosbasement

Water Nymphs by @LukasWerneck

Such a happy picture! Screams three of cups.

legendaryjarcollection

Being-A-Creative-On-Tumblr-Culture is going through all of the 24 reblogs on your post with 357 notes just to get just enough serotonin to get through your day by reading what the five god sent people who left tags wrote

#I think that might be called being an artist with adhd

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LOSER ┊ S. GETŌ & GOJŌ S.

WORD COUNT : 2.2k

SUMMARY : What began as an innocent bet between friends, ends up taking another turn as the days of November come to an end.

INCLUDES : f!bodied reader (she/her pronouns), no curses au, mutual masturbation (m&m) with reader in mind (but reader don’t play an active role in the fic), strong sexual tension between gojo & geto, spitting, slightly dirty talk.

A/N : happy no nut november! Let’s pretend it’s not almost Christmas and it’s still November :} because there’s always room for mutual satosugu masturbation. Thanks to my hoes @kocoir @bajimi prompting me to write this <3

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Fucking Geto. Damn you.

That was the fifth random boner of the day and he wasn’t even doing anything sexual to trigger it. There had to be some kind of spores on your dumb unicolor herbs because there’s no way he was getting off on watering a fucking plant.

“Shit…”

#satosugu smut #i’m absolutely losing my entire mind

suget-deactivated20230204

I NEED A CHANGE OF PARTNER┊K. CHŌSŌ

WC : 3.9k

SUMMARY : reader always knew, being alone with Choso + a closed space, no touching + only talking about important themes would not work. The formula yields a disaster no matter how you look at it— But they had to give it a try at least.

TAGS : no curses au, himbo!needy choso x fem!mean reader, established relationship, breast worship, exhibitionism, spit kink, a lot of begging, creampie, overstim, mating press, good boy, getting caught.

The flashing cursor indicating that it is ready to start taking his dictation blinks in front of Choso over and over again on the blank document. You stand in front of him: with a lime green highlighter clutched between your fingers and trace line after line as he looks at you over the top of his laptop screen. The highlighter cap is trapped between your pretty nude lips and your chest is somehow on top of the table, pushing the fabric of that white shirt that he is sure must be two sizes smaller than what you normally wear and which is pushing the limits of resistance of that poor transparent button that threatens to fly off in his direction.

In the middle of the course of analyzing you, he comes across a great flash of the soft skin of your breasts that prompts him to keep looking through the opening created between the first two buttons of your shirt. Shit.

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#OH HOLD ON #I REALLY LOVE THIS #WOWEEEEEE

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY I’M 25 TODAY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 🥳

OMFG