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Okay me have request for no doubt Jake. Something where they’re going out to a fancy dinner or something and reader starts to feel insecure when she puts her dress on and she now doesn’t want to go. And then you know good ol’ Jake coming in and saving the day with his kind words

OKAY FINALLY TACKLING ONE OF THE MANY ANGSTY ONES in my inbox !!! this one is just mildly angsty, but mainly just floof :P i hope you like ittt,,,lowkey felt iffy abt it but idk HELP😭good ol' puppy dog jakey <3

──── TO BE LOVED IS TO BE SEEN🪞🍷 ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

“Baby?” Jake’s voice rings through the apartment from the living room. “We have to leave soon if we wanna make it to the reservation on time.” 

But you don’t answer.

You’re standing still in front of the mirror—still. Quiet. Barely breathing. 

Your hair’s done. Your makeup too. The dress fits just the way you imagined it would when Jake helped you pick it out last week—color stunning, silhouette flattering—the whole nine yards. 

But the longer you look—

The longer your eyes linger, the more you see. 

A weird angle. That one part of yourself you always avoid in photos. A spot where you swear the dress bunches up just a little wrong. 

And suddenly, the excitement from before turns into a tightness in your stomach. 

You’re still frozen when Jake walks in. 

He spots you, standing in front of the mirror, and his face lights up instantly. 

“Baby,” he says, voice genuine and fond, walking straight to you and sliding both his arms gently across your shoulders from behind. He kisses the back of your head. “You look so good.” 

You don’t say anything. 

He doesn’t notice at first, stepping next to you to adjust the cuff of his sleeve in the mirror. His hair is pushed back. Tie perfectly straight—the one you helped him with. He looks…perfect that it’s honestly unfair. 

You glance at him for half a second and it makes your chest ache. 

Then—

He looks up. His eyes meet yours.

And he knows. 

“Hey,” his voice is soft, immediately turning to face you. His hands find yours, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against your knuckles. “What’s wrong?” 

You just shake your head. Shrug. You stare at the ground. 

“I don’t think I want to go anymore.” 

His brows furrow slightly. For a split second.

Then, he nods. Silently, simply, understandingly. 

Without saying anything, he guides you gently over to the bed. He sits first, tugging you down beside him, keeping your hands in his. 

He waits a beat. 

You swallow, then—

“…I don’t feel good in this, Jake. I don’t know why. I just—“ 

You stop yourself, your voice cracking before you can even finish. 

Jake’s heart breaks a little. 

His eyes soften. 

He lifts your joined hands to his lips and kisses your knuckles once. Then again. 

“Okay,” he murmurs against your skin. “You don’t feel good in it. That’s valid. But…I’m gonna tell you what I see.” 

You look up at him. You don’t say anything.

So he keeps going.

He shifts closer, knees bumping yours, hands cupping your face so gently it feels like he’s holding glass. 

“I see the girl I’m completely in love with. In the dress that made me literally short-circuit ever since you tried it on.” He smiles a little. “Remember when I tripped on the fitting room carpet?” 

Your lips twitch, but the smile doesn’t reach quite yet. 

His thumbs brush over your cheeks, his eyes never leaving your face once. His voice drops quieter. 

“I don’t care if it’s the dress. Or that one hoodie you still own from middle school—even though it has that weird stain. Or my shirt. Or a trash bag. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. You’re what makes everything look good.” 

You finally let out a breath. 

His hands fall back to your waist, fingers curling lightly at the fabric there, holding onto you steadily. Grounding you. 

“You’re allowed to feel off. I get it. But just know—if you still want to go, I’m gonna be the proudest guy in that restaurant. Because I’m walking in with you.” 

A beat.

“And if you don’t—I’ll be even prouder to eat takeout on this bed with my perfect, stunning girlfriend.” 

You finally smile.

It’s small. Little shaky. But there. 

You sigh. 

“…Let me try it with my strappy heels instead.” 

Jake grins. Your smile grows softly as he presses a soft kiss to your temple—then another to your cheek for good measure. 

“Take your time, baby. Being fashionably late is our thing anyways.” 

He squeezes your hand once before you stand up to dig through your closet, his eyes still watching you with the same awe he always has since day one. 

You still feel a little off. 

But—

You also feel seen. Steady. 

And loved. 

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[kurooh]

★ EPISODE 02. SLOTH

SUMMARY. a certain producer has been bothering shinsou since before the set up with hanta—you’re urgently wanted in a video with UA bombshell todoroki shoto! how exciting and nervewracking; he’s only one of your biggest fantasies, right? oh, and it looks like it’s shower scene too . . will he live up to your expectations?

WARNINGS. 18+ content, mdni. fem! reader, shower sex, oral, unprotected sex, awkwardness. wc / 6.1k

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shinsou calls you when the sun is sinking below the horizon and its colors are bleeding through the sky in picturesque streaks. you’re standing in front of the window when you pick up your phone, body thoroughly relaxed since returning from a trip to a nearby spa. tokyo is still very new to you, but it was hanta who’d kindly given you the recommendation.

“hey. sero told me the shoot went well. is that accurate or is he pulling my leg?”

his voice crackles through the phone and you just laugh at the idea of hanta playfully messing with people. it suits him, and makes him all the more attractive.

the shoot did go well—actually, that’s an extremely mild way to put it. your debut shoot had gone much better than you could’ve expected it to; your co-star is just being modest. still, even hours later, you can feel him on your skin.

not the grip of his hands on your waist as he positioned you on his lap, nor the pleasant sting of his teeth grazing along your lip in the middle of a graceless kiss.

once the cameras had stopped rolling, hanta helped to sit you up so that you could be comfortable against the cushions. instead of collecting his clothing off the floor and getting dressed, he’d just walked butt-ass naked around the whole room to find a pack of baby wipes. he tore them open and sank to his knees in front of you, as if to worship. gently, without haste, he began to clean the mess away from your inner thighs and pelvis.

when you flinched from the coolness of the wipe, he only ran his fingers along the curve of your hip and apologized, reminding you to stay still nonetheless. in comparison to the shoot, it was soft. entirely genuine and completely caring.

and it surprised you more than you expected it to. such a simple act of respect and compassion, and yet it’s all you can feel hours later. oh, and he was close—so close that you could see the light freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose.

“he’s just being modest,” you’re trying to think of a way to explain that you really liked hanta without divulging too much about the shoot. if he wants details, he can watch the video when it’s uploaded to UA’s website. “we actually connected right off the bat. he really helped me to get past my nerves, and it was a perfect introduction to UA.”

shinsou hums thoughtfully, “i’m happy to hear that. since i’m still in my office, do you want me to add him to your yes list? if you’re still thinking about it, i suppose i can do it another—”

you don’t mean to cut him off, but you do. filming with hanta in the future? where can you sign up? “yeah, put his name down. thanks, shinsou.”

the clacking of a keyboard makes itself heard on his end as he adds hanta to the list. 

“oh, i’ve gotta ask. are you up for a shoot the day after tomorrow? i know it’s kind of fast to be scheduling you, but there’s a producer that wants you in a video. he’s been asking since before i scheduled you with sero.”

“do you have any details on it? or should i just show up and find out?”

“never do that,” shinsou chuckles, checking his inbox on his work computer. it doesn’t take long for him to find the email he’s looking for. “producer wants to pair you with todoroki shoto. the set isn’t at the studio, like it was today. you’d be filming at a condo in koto-ku.”

it isn’t very far from your apartment or UA studios, but the detail about the off-studio set isn’t what catches your attention. it’s the name of your potential co-star, todoroki shoto. you know him as well as any thirsty fan does. he’s a fucking knockout, and you’ve always wanted to meet him in person. even just meeting him at an adult trade show and shaking his hand would give you enough masturbation material for an entire year!

you try to keep the earnest excitement out of your voice by reminding yourself that this is a professional phone call with your manager about your job, not an invitation to join love island.

“sounds good. send me the details once you have them and i’ll do it.”

.  .  . 

you’re so keyed up you nearly scrape the side of someone’s car when you’re parking at the condominium. in all fairness, you’re filming with the todoroki shoto! UA’s pretty boy and easily the catch of the century—how could anyone even act normal about this?

luckily, you have some time to gather yourself when you’re ascending the stairs. shinsou forwarded you the information he’d received from the producer, and the cringe of what you’d be filming didn’t bother you one bit. the provided information about the loosely scripted, caught in the shower scene absolutely did not register in your mind. all that stood out to you in the email was shower sex and todoroki shoto—the only things of importance in the block of text.

this must be some sort of divine intervention.

someone upstairs must’ve witnessed your struggles and experiences at shiketsu, and decided to pay you back with interest. all of that workplace bullshit, those lousy fucks—maybe all of that was worth it, if this is what you get in return. an invitation to be at the top, a decent manager, and some hot co-stars. could this even be classified as working anymore? this feels more like living a dream shared by thousands of people, all of which would kill to have this chance.

according to shinsou’s directions, you’re right where you need to be. you knock on the door and quickly step back, practically vibrating with anticipation. what if your co-star has been practicing positions in the shower and answers the door shirtless? you’re drooling at the thought!

the door swings open, and less than a second later, you’re standing face to face with a middle-aged man. he offers you a friendly smile and extends a hand, skin visibly wet.

“you got here just in time! we’ve been working to prep the set, but it’ll take a little while before we get to filming. one of our mics got wet, so two of the guys are out getting another from the studio.”

part of you deflates a little inside, but your hopes were just too high. in fact, the director answering the door only adds to the amount of butterflies in your belly—the wait means that everything will be made absolutely worth it. he lets you in, and you follow him to the set while he goes on about where you can set your purse down during filming and how the kitchen fridge is actually full of food and drink. apparently, the producer personally owns this condo for filming and uses it regularly, only ever swapping out the talent. you’re way more focused on when you’ll be meeting your co-star and how well you’ll mesh together, but you still nod or say something periodically so he knows you’re somewhat listening.

at long last, your prayers are answered.

todoroki shoto stands in the middle of the bathroom, wearing more clothing than he needs to. he’s holding onto an old shower curtain, expression blank, but then his eyes land on you and his lips press into a small, almost imperceptible smile. 

and, bless his heart, he waves. “hi. nice to meet you.”

you manage to control the impulse to scream and say that you’ve been dying to meet him, schooling your pounding heart into submission. so, to match him, you wave back. “hey. are you replacing the shower curtain?”

“yes. it seemed pretty dirty.”

without elaborating, shoto folds it up and slips past you, out of the bathroom. the director is fiddling with a camera to make sure it’s still on when he glances over at you, feeling the need to assure you.

“he doesn’t talk much. it’s nothing personal, he’s just really quiet.”

“i thought that was the case,” you set your purse down on the counter, pushing it far away from the sink. “i don’t really mind. i’ve filmed some stuff with quiet co-stars, it’s no big deal.”

who the hell cares if he’s quiet right now? you’ll be able to draw him out of his shell once you’re both stripped naked and the camera’s rolling. 

you can hear commotion and the opening of a door. the director steps back, clapping his hands. “okay, the boys are back. you can help yourself to the fridge while we get this set up, and then we’ll be ready to start rolling.”

.  .  . 

“go ahead and turn around so that your back is facing us. yes, there you go. once we’re recording, you’ll strip, get in, all that business. todoroki, you went through the notes? you know when you’re supposed to step in, yes?”

your co-star nods, the packet of notes on the shoot in his hand. his face remains neutral despite all of the conversation filling the room, and he’s looking at the freshly replaced shower curtain—or maybe he’s looking at you. the director says something, gesturing to the camera mounted on the shower wall, but you’re too caught up in following the direction of shoto’s gaze to register what’s said until your name is said.

“everybody good to go?” the director looks around the room, making sure that everyone nods, including yourself. “in that case, action!”

with as much sexiness and grace as you can muster, you slide your top up and off of your head without any struggle. your shorts are next to go, leaving you in your matching bra and panties. they’re not the same as the ones you’d worn with hanta; you hadn’t been able to find those even after the shoot wrapped up, so you just assumed they’d been thrown away. after all, he’d absolutely shredded your panties.

you unclasp your bra and shrug it off. the packet of notes on the shoot didn’t give you much information about each scene, looking like it had been torn away from the writer while they were still brainstorming. messy bullet points with complicated annotations were scrawled below every titled scene—one of the things that had you furrowing your brows was a nondescript bullet point reading sexify soap bottle highlighted in both yellow and blue. who the hell is the producer behind this? yes, you’re thankful that they set you up with shoto, but they need to get their shit together when it comes to giving actors material to go off of. it’s either a neat, legible packet or nothing at all!

emphasizing the slight recoil of your asscheeks as you pull the panties down is a little bit awkward. actually, it’s very awkward, but you have no choice but to push through it. you rush to kick the underwear off and hop into the shower; the camera has seen enough of your ass when you’re undressing. whoever isn’t skipping the slow, teasing removal of clothing scene in the beginning of most porn videos has some serious patience!

anyway, you step under the warm spray. the water pressure is just wonderful, as nice as a hotel shower, and all you can smell is the fresh, new shower curtain. colorful bottles of shampoo and body wash line the shelves, just begging to be grabbed, so you give in, selecting a sweetly scented wash. it pours smoothly into your palm with a soft squirt, and fragrance curls through the air as you start to soap up your legs.

you don’t realize the minutes have gone by until you’re in the middle of spreading the suds all over your tits, and the shower curtain is unceremoniously pulled to the side. the culprit is grasping the plastic, which is printed with rubber duckies all over it, and he manages to look smoking hot rather than unserious. oh, if this was for real, you wouldn’t mind having a roommate like him walking in on you in the shower. hell, you’d make sure your apartment is outfitted with a glass shower if it meant he could watch you get all sudsy!

shoto’s cheeks are the lightest shade of pink as his eyes shamelessly dart from your soapy tits to your face. it’s clear that he doesn’t know where to look—you barely manage to keep the smirk off your lips, remembering that you’re supposed to feign surprise.

“i thought i heard a noise, like you slipped . . or something.”

fuck improv. shoto’s done with having to come up with ridiculous porno lines. he doesn’t watch nearly enough stuff by his lonesome to get creative. like, if you’re a producer hiring him for a shoot, why does he have to come up with dialogue for your video? and for the love of god, any scripts or note packets given must be neat and legible, with useful details or annotations!

the gray and turquoise of his multi-colored eyes look like precious gemstones. how is it possible for someone to hit the genetic lottery like he did? shoto’s skin is clear and smooth, in the kind of way that doesn’t come from just expensive and high quality skincare. behind you, the water falls onto the tile, hitting it like rain, and you realize it’s time to deliver your line.

“i’m pretty sure i locked the door,” then you raise an eyebrow at him, glancing meaningfully at his grip on the curtain and how far he’s pulled it back, “don’t tell me you broke in, roomie.”

shoto’s face darkens with embarrassment, and all you can think to yourself is wow, he’s really such a good actor! with the curtain drawn back, the spray makes its way out of the shower and onto his dry clothing, dampening the fabric. naturally, your eyes begin to wander, raking down his body until you spot the lump of his half-hard cock in his sweats. 

“i didn’t break – alright, i did,” he submits easily, chewing on his lower lip while his gaze flicks from your face to your chest. “but shouldn’t you have made it so i didn’t have to?”

suds slip down your chest, mingling with water and pouring down your slippery body. they mostly dissipate on their way down, but a few traces of soap catch in the hair at your pelvis. you swish your body from side to side, setting a hand on your hip for your next line. he looks up, catching the slightest twitch of your lip—are you holding back a laugh or a smile?

“you’re blaming me for not making a move? don’t think i haven’t seen you skulking around every single day. you’re my roommate, and you’re acting like you wanna be my boyfriend or something.”

again, fuck improv! this entire genre of unscripted hot roommate porn needs to die immediately, but he pushes it out of his mind in favor of thinking useful thoughts. it feels like it’s too early to call a cut, but what if—no, he’s got it. what does any not-so-good actor do when they’re struggling in the middle of a scene? they think of their co-workers and dive into the scenario to better understand it. you are his hot roommate that he’s been lusting after, and he needs to act like it!

you don’t expect him to pull back, and clearly, neither does the director—the man is squinting in confusion from behind shoto, whispering profoundly to the guy opening a laptop.

he clears his throat, suddenly stepping back. “you never once stopped me or called me out. i’m, uh, sorry for misreading the situation.”

before shoto can fully turn around, you do the first thing that comes to mind. 

you reach out and grab him by the dick. that definitely gets his attention; his eyes widen a fraction, and genuine surprise just looks so good on him that it makes your thighs squeeze together. he stares at you, a vehement mixture of both arousal and incredulity buried in his eyes, and you’re still holding him in place. it’s too early to let go, so you squeeze, reeling him in like the catch he is.

“i never said you read things wrong . . and maybe—maybe i liked the attention too much to stop you.”

shoto kisses you right then and there, pressing himself against you so that he’s halfway in the shower. the shower water hits him like rain, soaking his hair, and you realize that if you weren’t completely naked and working to tug his pants down, this could almost be a scene straight out of the notebook. his hands wander to your bare ass and he kneads the flesh there, more for himself than you.

“cut! cut before anything goes further!”

the director is quick to stop recording, holding a hand up as he gets to his feet. he looks toward a member of the camera crew, who is opening tabs and programs on the laptop. “hold on for a second, we just have to make sure the camera in the shower is recording correctly.”

shoto looks like he’s in pain when you let him go, but he doesn’t say anything.

“so,” you smile warmly, reaching out to brush your fingertips along his arm as you talk. “i liked your improv. you really brought the idea of the video to life with all of that.”

yes, it’s a totally regurgitated compliment from your shoot with hanta. you made sure to say it with as much charisma and friendliness as he did, and yet, shoto remains placid. he nods, his lips pressing into a straight line. for a moment, you think he’ll strike up a conversation, but he only says, “thank you. you too.”

oh, so he’s shy. it’s not completely shocking, considering your line of work—it’s easy to be bold and sexy on camera, but actually talking? it can be more difficult for some actors and actresses. although, if you were being completely honest and not just understanding, you had somewhat expected this shoot to go as well as your last one did with hanta. you’d hoped to hit it off initially, then explore the chemistry on set, but he’s just too damn polite. could you break him down in the shower?

at shiketsu, he was a fan favorite among many of the girls. (actually, if you’re thinking back far enough, you’ve definitely heard one or two men talking quietly about him too.) many of them would watch his videos and swoon over the way he’d handle his co-star in it or talk out loud about what they’d do if they got the chance to film with him. now you have the chance to do something with him—and you’re going to make it count.

“you got everything synced up? okay, check this so you can make sure it’s—yeah, that’s good,” the director looks toward you, your co-star, and the mounted camera in the shower. “we’re rolling in five! if you could resume kissing like the last scene, that’d be easier for the editors.”

“hey. should i rinse off all the soap so we don’t risk slipping? it’d be better visually if i left it, but it’s up to you.” shoto hears your whispering and nods, leaning in so that the microphones don’t pick up his response.

“yes, we could turn around so that you can rinse. i don’t want either of us to slip or fall, especially with the shower being as small as it is. it’s an emergency room visit waiting to happen.”

as of right now, the camera is rolling. shoto moves fast, nearly headbutting you when he crushes his lips against yours; the kiss is warm, silently eager, and not at all what would be shared between two yearning roommates. if this video was about thanking your partner after some good sex, maybe it’d work. but it isn’t; you take the reins and crank the heat all the way up.

shoto gasps into your mouth when you hike your leg up and around his waist, dragging him into the shower like you plan to devour him. you’re also not holding onto anything aside from him, so he has no choice but to go along or risk dropping you. by the time he gets under the steady steam of water, his shirt and boxers are entirely soaked; his sweatpants are a gray heap on the floor, the only article of clothing that remains dry.

the mounted camera undoubtedly zooms in on shoto pressing you against the wall, and you grabbing at his cock through his boxers. against the column of your throat and in between quick kisses, he emits the softest of sounds, letting you know to keep doing exactly what you’re doing. the water washes away much of the soap and significantly lowers the possibility of slipping, allowing for easier movement—he leans back to undress, making quick work of his shirt and boxers.

now, it’s just you and one of your favorite pornstars.

you’re minutes away from making a longtime fantasy become reality.

before you know it, he’s on you again, but this time he’s fitting a hand between your thighs. you open up for him like a flower in the moonlight, expecting to hear a moan or even some filthy praise, but there’s nothing. not a word, not even a sigh. you fill the silence for both of you with a breathy moan, spreading your legs wider in hopes that he’ll touch you more.

the tips of his fingers glide against your pussy and come away slick with your arousal. while staring directly into your eyes, shoto raises his hand to his lips and proceeds to lick his fingers clean, like he’s just spilled something sweet while cooking. it’s hot as fuck to watch—you feel the throb of need right in your clit. catching a glimpse of his tongue as it curls around his finger does not help either.

while he’s focused on giving you a show of sin, your eyes leave his to inevitably wander down his body. his chest is all lean muscle and sharp edges, the strength and hard work obvious in a single glance. someone’s voice mixes with the sound of the water and turns to static; you only hear your co-star when he tilts your chin up, bringing your eyes to his.

“i said, bend over.”

it’s only a simple command, but it does so many complex things to your body.

in only a fraction of a second, you’re already bent over and ready. water rushes over your back, much of it sliding off, but some pours down your ass and against your pussy. without looking behind you to check, you know his eyes are on you, and so is the camera—in fact, it’s probably zooming in right now.

there’s a hushed thud as shoto drops to his knees, promptly grasping your hips to draw you back. he doesn’t give a damn if it causes you to lose your footing, but he might just do it again if it means he’ll be able to hear your gasp of surprise again.

fervent and excruciating, a tingling heat surges through your body once he gets his tongue on you. slowly, like he’s savoring a meal, he licks a stripe from your clit upwards, dipping the tip of his tongue past your folds like a fucking tease. it’s good, so good that you gasp out a moan and press back into his face, palms sliding down the wet tile. it’s only just begun, but you’re already wondering what he’ll do to you. what if he overstimulates you, licking your clit like it’s a lollipop, until your knees are buckling? maybe he’ll make out with your pussy, french kissing it in a way that’s a lot less shy than how he’d kissed your lips . .

your back arches when his fingers slide into you without any resistance; he buries them to the knuckle and exhales at how god damn tight you feel around him. after a beat, he begins to flick his wrist, setting up an unwavering rhythm with an ease garnered only through experience.

his tongue slides against your clit and it’s like a match to gasoline—your reaction is immediate and irresistible. it’s no secret that shoto’s currently rock hard, his cock hanging neglected and untouched between his thighs, but it doesn’t distract him in the slightest. right now, it’s only your pleasure that matters, and honestly, he’s not inclined to pause if it means you’ll stop making those pretty sounds.

“fuck, you’re good with your tongue,” you gasp, almost choking on the words, “j-just keep licking me like that, baby.”

baby? baby?

the casual petname slips out of you easily, even if the rest of what you were saying didn’t, and shit, it really does something to him. shoto remains silent, even though his heart is pounding so hard he thinks it’s possible he could faint; even so, he decides not to say anything at all. doesn’t make any noise. doesn’t let himself breathe too loudly. doesn’t look affected.

you’re too caught up in the sensations of his devastating fingers and the way he uses his tongue in just the right way to notice his silence. right now, it’s just the splashing of water, your breathless moans, and the squelches of your soaked cunt as his fingers plunge in and out, repeatedly hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“oh my godddd,” an almost-sob tears out of your throat, and shoto’s eyes roll back. he’s licking your clit like the whipped cream on a sundae, his mouth watering at the taste of you. to be honest, he actually regrets fingering you right now—it’d be so much better if he could use both hands to hold you against his face while he drinks in everything you have to give him.

when his agent had let him know the details about the shoot and who the producer wanted to pair him with, shoto dug through his safari tabs to find the shiketsu studios website, the library of alexandria’s filthy counterpart. the website was open on his very favorite video of you, the one where you were giving some bum a handjob and talking him through it. thank god the actor had the sense to stay silent, even though you were giving it to him good. 

that is exactly the kind of porn that shoto likes. if he’s sitting down to watch something either for dialogue inspiration or to jerk off—something that happens once in a blue moon—he prefers the man in the video to be quiet. many of them tend to let out these nasty, animalistic grunts that they mistakenly believe are sexy, and it just ruins the mood. everything about your video was top tier—he could only see you working the guy’s cock, only hear you talking to him, and god, it was perfect. shiketsu was a lot of things, but never sloppy when it came to your videos; during your early days, whoever had been in charge was setting you up in some hot videos left and right, making sure that those angles were nothing short of flawless.

it was posted over two years ago. he still watches it to get himself hot before shoots and in between takes to keep himself hard, locking himself in the bathroom to stroke himself to the sound of your voice. the audio plays in his head, mixing with your pitched moans and occasional whines; shoto’s unconsciously reaching toward his cock, pressing his face flush against your pussy.

“hnngh, shit,” he licks you harder, thinking about how much you deserve this. for accepting this shoot with him, for helping him not get fired, for helping him get off for the past two years.

his hand wraps around his leaking cock, and fuck, it feels like sweet relief. 

“‘m close, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” frantic desperation makes its way through your words, and shoto’s fist strokes upward, his grip tightening at the tip. part of him wishes that you were filming a video where you were the one leading or controlling the situation . . maybe the opportunity will come along sometime in the future. 

you fall off the edge and into overwhelming euphoria with a sob. all you can do is pant, trying your hardest to breathe against the water rushing over your face. shoto does his best to help you through it by kissing at your clit, his fingers curling deeply against that soft spot inside of you.

he does it until you squirm away, bothered by the overstimulation. he sneaks a peek at the director, who motions to keep going. when he pulls his fingers out of your cunt to hold your hips, you turn, throwing him a heated look over your shoulder.

without saying anything, you’ve communicated what you really want.

shoto straightens, cock still in hand. just to draw it out, he rubs the tip against your swollen clit, trying to be sensitive to the fact that you literally just came a minute before, but the contact is still as electric as a shock. it’s torture at its finest—you’re pressing back, eager to feel all of him.

he exhales shortly when he slides his cock into you, his eyebrows drawing together. there’s no simultaneous moan or words of filthy praise; shoto bottoms out and pulls you a few inches closer. as the post-orgasm bliss begins to ebb away into something more kinetic, you moan a few times, trying to sell the scene. this is supposed to be the heated climax (pun intended) between two yearning roommates, and he doesn’t seem to be engaged. 

as much as you want to see his pretty face, you’re actually grateful that you’re bent over instead. it’d be more awkward making noise if you were looking into his eyes, unable to hide the embarrassment that comes along with doing so. it’s one thing when you and your partner are both making noise, but this is clearly not the case.

it feels good when he starts to move, leisurely rocking his hips into you like he’s taking it slow just to map out your body, maybe commit the details to memory. skin against skin, tip to cervix—the tempo is comfortable as it builds upon itself. there is a certain sense of detachment in the movement, like maybe you’re not on the same page, or perhaps your sexual preferences are very different. the hot fuck me look over the shoulder has worked on your co-stars in the past—there’s something about the wild eye contact right after an orgasm that gets people moving faster than saying the words could.

you’re buried in your head, wondering what you’ll eat for dinner tonight and why he’s so god damn quiet. shoto’s got complete access to your body and he’s fucking you like he’s half asleep; his lower lip is tugged between his teeth, and he appears to be concentrating intensely. how are you supposed to feel comfortable moaning and making noise when it’s just you making an effort to do so?

shoto’s eyes narrow, his heart kicking against his ribcage. he’s raw inside your pussy and able to feel every agonizing squeeze of your walls as you get tighter; he wants more than anything to let himself succumb to your body, the pleasure you’re giving him, but he holds back for the camera. his jaw clenches with effort as he holds his tongue, thinking of what’ll be the best for your budding reputation and the viewers of the UA website. but if he really focuses, listening closely, he can hear you getting quieter now.

so, he murmurs your name and starts to move faster, with more passion, and that seems to get you going. you’re letting out these hushed moans and occasional whines of that’s good or harder, and he actually has to bite at his cheek so he doesn’t get too loud. a faint, iron-like taste gathers on his tongue, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he bites down harder.

the dirty smacking of skin against skin fills the room, giving the microphones half of the noise that they need to make this video a good one. shoto deciding to go a little harder makes it a little bit easier to moan, even though you’re still feeling a little less hot than you’d expected to.

“fuck, right there,” you gasp, hoping that it’ll encourage him to say something back. you really don’t want to call cut and explain why silent sex is a turn-off, then continue filming for however long to get it right. the possibility of offending him—perhaps he’s naturally quiet—and then having to continue afterward is one of the things that bothers you the most. “g-give it to me, babe.”

no response. a slight chance in pace, an adjustment of the angle of his cock, but not a single noise.

you let it go on for about three more minutes, until you can’t deal with it anymore. since orgasming, you haven’t been in the frame of mind to have sex—there’s no haze making your thoughts fuzzy, and not enough arousal to keep you going. even thinking of hanta doesn’t help! you throw your ass back onto him a few times before you bite the bullet, mouth falling open.

“oh my god, oh my god,” and your back arches to make it more believable, “i’m so close, i’m gonna cum.”

you squeeze around him as hard as you can, still flexing the muscles even when you let go, and it actually works. shoto pulls out of you, choking out something under his breath, and spills white and messy across your lower back. the water washes all of it away, and you let your head hang, feeling the disappointment like a freight train. this entire shoot was the complete opposite of what you’d so badly wanted, and you just faked an orgasm to get it over with.

“cut!”

shoto helps you up and turns off the water. much of it has gotten outside of the shower, forming cold puddles on the floor that you’re careful not to slip on. the director comes forward with towels, offering one to you and one to your co-star.

“you can get dressed in the bedroom right across the hallway,” he explains to you, handing you your folded clothes, “and we’ve got a few extra shirts and boxers—uh, what size are you?”

you walk to the bedroom, wiping yourself dry without looking back. as you get dressed, you can’t help but wonder what you’ll tell shinsou. he’d probably picked up on how excited you were to do this shoot, and now you’re coming away from it feeling unsatisfied. but you’re a pornstar! pornstars don’t always have good sex, and that’s fine—sometimes the hottest people in the industry aren’t always the best lays. this was only a trial run with him, right? if you get paired with him in the distant future, it’ll probably be a lot better. maybe his problem is that he doesn’t let loose enough, but who knows?

someone knocks on the door without announcing themselves.

assuming it’s the director, you unlock the door and pull it open, only to come face to face with a shirtless todoroki shoto. it feels like what you wanted to see upon arriving at the condo—damp hair, barely dry muscles on display, gray sweatpants. he’s a god damn wet dream and quite the sight to behold.

he gives you a sideways hug, and okay, you’re ready for a do-over. one bed, no cameras, and a locked door. the camera crew needs to step aside—you’re more than capable of handling this.

“i, um, just wanted to say thank you. for a good shoot. it was very nice to meet you today.”

“of course,” you smile at him, folding up your wet towel and heading to the bathroom. the camera crew is busy breaking everything down while the director works with the laptop to save the footage for editors. “thank you for the towel. is there anything else you’ve got for me before i head out?”

he sets down the laptop and stands to shake your hand. “if you could just drop that into the basket near the washer and dryer before you leave, that’d be most appreciated. we’ll be finished editing and touching things up by this time tomorrow, and then we’ll contact your manager with any additional information.”

shoto doesn’t follow you to say anything more when you step out of the bathroom. just like when you’d first met, he waves again, but this time, a happy smile spreads across his face.

[deerspherestudios]

oh my god i just played through the entirety of day 3 instead of doing my coding hw and scrolled through so much of your blog and let me say. bad ending literally made my heart Hurt. like i kid you not actual fucking pangs of my chest how amazing of a writer do you have to be to cause actual pangs in my chest oh my Goodnesss

not only that but the actual LIFTS my heart took at the goofing around scene???? jail for mychael???? jail for a thousand years???? you are such an incredible writer and i admire you so much oh my god

(also i'm not sure if you'll remember but i sent an ask like a million years ago when i first played the game saying that i'm in college for cs rn and seeing you in college creating this inspired me so much and gave me a ton of hope and i actually have started a game project since then :3 tysm for giving me so much inspiration in my own endeavors your work is so incredible hehehe)

Aaa I've been keeping this in my inbox for soso long bc I wanted to keep it safe since it felt personal to me but now a year and a half out of college, I figure it's time to post it <3!!

Thank you soso much for the kind words, I hope you got that coding hw done and college is going/went well for you too!

[writingwisterias]

OKAYYYY some nsfw headcanons yay!

-has a high sex drive, could go a lot of rounds till he’s shooting blanks and his dick is basically raw

-during doggy he would have his hands on your ass and hips just squeezing them and occasionally giving your ass a slap

-absolutely big on aftercare. probably more important than sex itself but he’s tending you right away making sure you’re okay and cleaning you up or running you a bath and rubbing your body and kissing you everywhere

-during sensual sex he would like to have a dim light and some candles burning and just taking it slow and gentle like he has all night with you

-obviously he’s a tit guy, fork found in kitchen. but he loves cowgirl so he can grab them and just give them all the attention

-i think he would like for you to try to be a dom just to experience what it’s like to be a sub (he would probably like it)

-if he pulls out and cums on your pussy he smears it around with his tip or his fingers and puts them in your mouth

-this man can POUND you. if your begging for him to go harder he would probably just hammer himself and leave you with a bruised cervix 😔

-when he’s cuddling with you and has his head on your chest he loves to grope your tits and even better if your wearing a tank top for better accessibility he can just move it out of the way and suck on them

-loves to tease you he could do it for hours to you but if you do the same you can definitely tell that he gets sexually frustrated and might just end up pulling you on his lap and forcing you to grind on him and fully putting his cock in your mouth

-his fav positions are missionary, lotus, cowgirl, spooning, and maybe sidewinder

-likes giving a little more than receiving cause he loves to see what affect he has on you

-he could probably hold himself back for a little so when you cum he can cum with you cause he just loves that

-when he was younger probably like a teen he would have a bunch of porn magazines under his bed or something

-probably likes to make you orgasm before he even puts his cock inside you

-loves to hold your hand during it. no matter what position he will always find a way to hold it

-he likes having his hair pulled during it so you’ll probably get a moan out of him if you do

-loves if you sits on his face. if you’re not fully sitting on it he WILL pull you down and tell you to fully sit and let him eat you out. he can figure out his own way to get air if he needs to

-likes to do cockwarming if he’s too tired from a mission to actually have sex

-keeps himself buried inside of you after both of you cum and as soon as you move your hips or even grind a little he gets hard again and that obviously leads to more rounds

okay that’s all! lowkey just wrote what came to mind and these have definitely been discussed before but oh well.

-🪑

I LOVEEEE!!! you came through againnn omggg

Whenever they have been discussed or not they make me giggle and kick my feet every time, you have blessed us all once again. You are so true with his favourite positions and his high sex drive omggg.

The porn magazines is making me giggle, imagine if you were his partner and you found them or something LMAO

All of these are perfect I'm going to think about them all day as I do a shitty morning shift...thank you 🪑once again for blessing my inbox you need all the hugs n forehead kisses omg

[romantacysblog]

Violate me

Void x reader

MINORS DNI

You find yourself standing in a dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation. Void, his eyes burning like thunderbolts, circles you like a predator. His voice, a low growl, sends shivers down your spine.

"If you didn’t want me to take advantage of you, then why did you choose to wear such revealing clothing around me? You should’ve known what all that exposed skin would do to me… you have no one to blame but yourself, little lamb. You were practically asking for me to violate you."

His fingers trace the straps of your dress, sending electric shocks of desire through your body. You can feel his breath on your neck, hot and heavy, as he leans in to whisper, "You know you want this. You know you want me to take what's mine."

His hands grip your hips, pulling you against him, letting you feel the evidence of his desire. You can't help but moan softly, your body betraying your thoughts. He chuckles, a dark and dangerous sound, as he spins you around to face him.

"See? Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still playing catch-up." His lips crash down on yours, hungry and demanding. You surrender to the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as he explores your mouth with a ferocity that leaves you breathless.

His hands roam your body, tracing the curves and dips, memorizing every inch of you. You can feel the power radiating from him, the raw and untamed energy that threatens to consume you. And you let it. You let him consume you, body and soul.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs against your lips, his hands moving to the zipper of your dress. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But I know you don't want me to."

You don't. You don't want him to stop. You want him to keep going, to take what he wants, to take what you're offering. So you don't say a word. You just pull him closer, letting your actions speak louder than any words could.

If you have any requests, don't be shy to put them in my inbox.

[do-you-like-this-mha-ship]

I'm going to stop posting on here for the time being

Alrighty, now that I've hopefully gotten your attention, I've got some bad news, and some kinda good news maybe?

I wanna first start by saying I'm really really sorry about the inconsistency in posting over the last while. Mental health hasn't been the best lately, to say the least lol. And I know it's likely not a big deal and I apologise a lot for this, but I said I'd be at least relatively consistent, and I have not been at all, and I feel like absolute crap for that :(

Apology out of the way, I am going to stop posting polls here, at least for the next several months, though that may extend much further

The main reason being I am currently working 2 jobs, so I'm working a lot more than I had been, and it was hard enough to keep up then lol. And with all the other things going on in my life rn, unfortunately they take priority over Tumblr. Out of all my blogs, this one is by far the most mentally and emotionally draining to run, so if I have to cut one out, it's gonna be this one

I feel like I've gone through the vast majority of ships here, though, so we had a pretty good run, I'd say

Now, I may come back to this when I have my life somewhat sorted out or at the very least, when I have more time and energy. If that happens, I'll likely do a blog restart of sorts. Nothing is guaranteed, but I'd like to return to this someday!

And I will still continue reblog ship art/fics/other media when I find it, so this blog won't be entirely empty lol

I've finished off the rest of the ship requests in my inbox, and any future ship submissions will be deleted

I will, however, keep my inbox open, just in case anyone has anything important they need to tell me (An unlikely scenario, but not an impossible one)

I've known I had to make this post for over a week, but it still makes me sad to do it lol

(If you want, you could also check out my main, @call-me-chips, I'm much more active there and post mha art sometimes, if you wanna see that)

[scriptseekstories]

To the Anon that tried to give me this ask, I swear I tried to answer but my Inbox refuses to 😭 So I just screenshot it and will answer like this and hoping that you would see it!

To answer your questions from this ask:

I got a bunch of inspirations from media that created Bumble (Name)’s hive. The description of how it’s like inside the Hive will be expanded in the next chapter, but I was also excited to add more information about (Name)’s Hive with the knowledge of Eternal Sugar’s Paradise (The whole story made me want to get into Cookie Run anyways lmao-)

Gotham is also the most crime ridden city ever, a known fact for even new comers of DC comics, so would it really be wrong if we keep people off the streets to prevent civilian casualties from the main villains? Less people roaming less people to get robbed or die, right?

Bumble (Name) was neglected growing up, hurt emotionally, physically, and mentally from the lack of affection they got from the Waynes, and seeing these recovering addicts, homeless people, and even petty thieves be neglected and shunned from society was something they don’t want to see another go through the same experience, their hive is a home.

As for the Batfam willing to ruin everything (Name) worked so hard for, even if they don’t remember anything, just to make sure no one would be neglected for hurt again? Their judgement and guilt clouds what (Name) would want, believing it’s the Bee beast controlling them.

They won’t change, they never cared for their feelings before, and they’re still choosing to not acknowledge what Bumble (Name) made for them to feel safe, because their shame and regrets of not being a family to them.

As for Joker? Time will tell on whether or not this new Joker was better. If they stop (Name) and everyone’s honey control is no more?

Well… it’s up to the future

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[darkfictionjude]

Ummm... Honestly, I'm not sure if my input is helpful or not, or if it's fine (I seriously don't know why I can't just *throws hands up in the air bc idk what else to do but gesture*) (I fear I might get backlash from the other anons but what the hell?)

Umm, tbh, I don't see why Imre and Nia can't go do that. The sex thing. I mean, from what I've read in your answers to the asks so far, they aren't in any relationships yet. It's a situationship with Crowny. Perhaps it's because I'm also demi + I'm going platonic route with all of them that I'm not so easily attached (?)/possessive of the characters (omg Lorcan being a demi is so cool actually! Twinning :DD). Idk I'm just rambling atp. But seriously, I can literally read the exhaustion with when you answer asks like that. It's a WIP, there's bound to be changes or unplanned things likes that. I like that you write for the characters and not for the audience. Like, to the audience, it's not that hard to stop reading because you don't like it (or like where it's headed).

Honestly, for me, I'm here for whatever you're planning for the story. I can't wait to see how it progresses. I just like the fact that I can gush(?) about the story because I've never been able to do that much. And yeah...

Okay, maybe I just derailed from the subject. Maybe this might turn into a whole argument or debate in your inbox. But like, you do you, Jude, because I love the story that you're writing :))

-Ryn

I like how you call it the sex thing for some reason I find it cute

Recently I’ve seen on the night market authors blog that people get very hung up on topics like this (I actually feel really bad for that author like damn people can literal become crazy like damn a gun isn’t to your head you don’t have to play). It’s nice to feel like from the get go your MC is #1. Many people play IFs for wish fulfilment but I don’t write wish fulfilment

The ROs no longer are fucking other people but I like how they didn’t stop doing that when Crowny came back to town or when they started to reconnect/connect with them because this isn’t insta-lust or insta-love. They don’t owe sexual loyalty to crowny unless it’s promised and vice versa

It seems like a simple concept but I have seen authors go through it for suggesting that MC isn’t the centre of an ROs world always. It might have to do with how IFs have changed in the way they’re written in the last few years. There’s been a push more towards ROs that are characters first foremost and ROs second

[schlattsgun]

dear lord i just stumbled across your blog you are a godsend for sub!Schlatt enjoyers is take a bullet for you any day

PLEASE if you can i was watching the sdp episode where they were playing cooking mama and when schlatt said “i wanna make mommy happy” a switch flipped in my brain. i humbly request something along those lines (u know best so take it wherever u want :3)

heheh why thank you!! i’ll take a bullet for YOU 🫵🏼

MY GOD ,, watching that video makes me weak i cant watch it without thinking of schlatt

cw: sub!schlatt, mommy kink, dom!reader, afab!reader, reader is a liiiil demeaning to schlatt, pussy eating, pet names (good boy, baby), lmk if i forgot anything!

“i just wanna make mommy happy.”

“you’re making mommy very happy, baby.”

schlatt’s positioned between your legs on the bed, laying between them. his arms wrapped around your thighs with your legs thrown over his shoulders. his hands gripping at your thighs, squeezing them occasionally.

you mindlessly play with his hair, along with the occasional tug. he moans into your pussy as he feels your tug, exhaling through his nose and look up at you. he’s such a mess.

he’s so desperate in the way he eats you out. needs his face shoved in as close as he can, thighs covering his ears like earmuffs. sometimes he’ll nuzzle his nose into your pussy, yeah no one can tell me he isn’t a munch.

“i wanna make you cum mommy.”

“mommy’s nearly there, keep going baby.”

he whines as he continues pushing his tongue in and out of your hole, nose rubbing against your clit. a pornographic moan falls from your lips, looking down at schlatt who’s face is full of pussy. his hips rutting into the bed, he needs to make you cum before he does. those are the rules. his rules, placed by you.

you start to move your hips, rubbing yourself against his mouth. you could feel how close you were, so could schlatt. he brings a hand up to play with your clit as he continues to eat you out. suddenly, you’re pushed over the edge, cumming on his tongue while gripping his hair for dear life.

“did such a good job, baby. who’s my good boy?”

“i am, mommy. please help me now?”

you look down to see his cock pressed up against the bed, some wet stains on the sheets. he looks so desperate right now. you’re absolutely helping him.

-

hehehe thank you SO MUCH for the request!!! i am obsessed with sub!schlatt even tho it may not be suuuper on character idc i need to dom a subby man!

reblogs/comments are very much appreciated!! inbox is always open for requests or chats!

[buried-in-stardust]

hope you've been having fun in taiwan!! i'll be going there soon too, right when it's gonna be super hot LOL do you mayhaps have some recs on places to check out in taipei? or anywhere, really, our itinerary isn't fully set yet haha.

I haven't been checking my inbox so chances are you've already gone on the trip--sorry!

Some places I'd rec:

Night markets! I go to Tonghua the most because that one is closest to me, but Shilin and Raohe are really good too! I hear people say not to go to Shilin, but I think it's fine if you're only getting the food. It's the other stuff like clothing that's more of a rip-off. Also the paths at Raohe are really narrow, so avoid going on weekends. I still like Tonghua the best, and not just because it's closest, but because it's one of Taipei's larger night markets with plenty of variety, but it's never too crowded, even on weekends.

Maokong! If you like tea this is a must-go. Test-taste the tea, get tieguanyin tea ice cream, get tea infused food and specialty tea at a teahouse and while enjoying the view, learn the art of tea making, and buy tea directly from the farmers. You can walk through the tea farms, and it's a good place for hiking too.

Maokong gondola: The Maokong tea farms are at the top, but along the way there's Taipei Zoo and Zhinan Temple, both of which are worth visiting, I think. Taking the gondola is more fun than taking the bus, lol.

Not really in Taipei, but Tamsui is really nice. Walk along the old street, get their specialty ageh (阿給), iron eggs, fish crisps and fish ball soup, take the ferry across to Bali, bike along the river, and watch the sunset. I'd also recommend the castella cake here.

Huashan 1914 Creative Park has many arts and crafts exhibitons, shops, and performances. Lots of cool stuff to see if you like art, and nice to just walk around too.

Hot Thermal Valley and the nearby Beitou Hot Spring Museum. It's a cool scenic spot, and there's some interesting history behind the hot springs (I went with my aunt and she kept saying it looked exactly like what she used as a child: the tatami, bathhouse, etc.)

TBH I think pretty much everyone will recommend these places lol. Also I haven't been to Datong or Wanhua like at all, so I don't have any recommendations for either of those districts, although I'm planning to visit over the next few days before I go to Penghu.

If anyone wants some more specific (food) recommendations for these places, feel free to ask!

[dilly-dahlia]

hi everyone! welcome to my milestone event!! I recently reached almost 300 followers and decided it was about time to celebrate that

first and foremost i want to thank everyone that has followed or interacted with me. it truly means the world to me that y'all are part of this community i have and enjoy being here. i'm over the moon that you guys like my writing and the silly stories because i love writing and coming up with silly stories :)

FANDOMS: aphmau, epic the musical

DATES: June 23 - Aug 9

event masterlist | main masterlist

before you jump in, check out my blog rules !

event rules !

✿ first and foremost, all of my usual blog rules apply

✿ this event is open for any character x reader!

✿ if you only give me the name of a character then i won’t answer your ask! I need a little more than that to get going for this event, which is why I’ve added prompts in the first place

✿ if you want more than just the vague prompt then add it! tell me if you want it to be angst or fluff or hurt/comfort or whatever other trope strikes you

✿ there is also not a limit for each prompt! more than one person can recommend the same song as the different fics will likely be titled differently, so don’t worry about any spots already being taken!

✿ i will not be a machine in churning requests out guys. i’m still a person with a life and i want to take time putting effort into each fic so they’re crafted with love and turn out the way i want. that takes time, so don’t rush me. and if you know anything about me, it’s that i like to take a lot of words to get to the point

✿ lastly enjoy! this is an excuse for me to indulge further into my hobby so make it an excuse for yourself as well :)

THE PLAYLIST !

below is a list of songs accompanied by vague prompts that I think are good fits for the music. just send an ask into my inbox—be sure to include the character and universe you want it written for, as well as any other intricacies (ie. what kind of reader, what season, etc.)! and if you want to request a song listed but have a different idea for the prompt, add that to your ask! also, these are full length fics

Beautiful Stranger Laufey - two strangers. the possibilities in front of them are endless.

so american Olivia Rodrigo - you’ve never been more in love than when they point out the little things.

Strawberry Mentos Leanna Firestone - you realized they were the one when they got you your favorite candy. or, alternatively, what they did for you to realize you were in love.

Good Looking Suki Waterhouse - learning about your partner. the little things—what makes them so irresistible to you.

Welcome to New York Taylor Swift - moving to a new place always has its highs, and you love all of them.

Silver Lining Laufey - through thick and thin, the two of you will follow each other no matter what

Backyard Boy Claire Rosinkranz - your classic “boy next door” vibes. that youthful love that always leaves an imprint on your heart.

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince Taylor Swift - rivals to lovers. everyone can see the chemistry. everyone but you and them.

add your own! - in your ask, recommend me a song followed by your own prompt! be sure to add the character you want it to be written for and any tropes you want.

THE FOOD !

below is a list of different things to make headcanons about. these are just vague ideas, so feel free to put a little spin on them. again, make sure you specify the character(s) you want and the universe.

general dating headcanons

if they were in an au, what would they be like?

how they confessed

alternatively, who confessed first?

first date

love languages

when and how did they realize they like you?

how they react to something

send in your own!

THE CONVERSATIONS !

this is sort of a freebie category where you guys can ask me any questions about myself or anything else! anything you wanna know about me like music tastes, favorite movies, hobbies, about what i’m planning to write, plans for my rewrite, etc. this is just an open category!

alright! i hope you guys enjoy this event and once again thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for showing love and support. it truly means the world to me because it makes me believe i have a genuine shot at the things i’m passionate about. so thank you

[dailyhtfboards]

Day 109

Today’s board is:

Ya know Handy looks really weird in this board, I don’t know why they drew him like that /silly

(From TV episode 12C Junk in the Trunk)

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Doodles :3

I think I’m very funny btw

[midesastremanifiesto]

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[aesopsbaby]

Dawg I literally don't even care anymore. I'm going to be taking a break for a while, just to clear my head and put myself first. So everything will be put on hold even longer than I had planned.

Please scroll away if you're uncomfortable with this but I have to give you a reason for my planned absence. Vent under cut

It's so draining to constantly receive such messages. It takes up so much of my energy to even delete them after reading it.

I don't need to check on my mutuals as they need space when they're going through something. I have my own issues as well and I doubt I'm in the best state of mind to be looking out for others.

Especially this??? Like hello? What did I do or say to warrant this? Seriously, it's so tiring having to put up with all these sorts of messages. I'm my own person and I have a personal life outside of this blog.

So uh, I'm just gonna be taking a break. I don't know when I'll be back, but, hopefully I won't take long.

I'll still post my fics when im done as those are requested by people from months ago, but other than that, I won't be interacting much with anyone. Thank you, and I'll be back when I'm better.

[kevinsdsy]

ANON??? im pretty sure someone sent me an inbox today about jean x kevin x shawn but i can’t find it anymore and i think i might have accidentally deleted which KILLS ME bc i really wanted to take a look at it now omg this just ruined my day i hope anon knows i did not ignore them and will now forever think about your inbox :(((