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[clawbehavior]

37 or 18 with gahan pretty please 😻

this some gooooood shit. i'm gonna get to the second prompt later. originally, i was going to write gahan reuniting in yohan's bedroom after gaon finds the blueprints. i enjoy a good love confession like every other sap on here, plus that scene would lead nicely into a one shot i'm toying with where gaon stays with the kangs for a few days before they leave korea for good.

but then i thought, yohan's always showing his affection. it's time for him to use his words. so we ended up here. thanks for dropping a prompt and giving me something to play with anon.

hope you enjoy!

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did you miss me? + gahan

yohan wakes up confused and in pain, not confused because he's in pain, but confused because gaon is sitting beside him when he should be halfway across the city with "his world".

'did you miss me?' asks gaon, lazing in the armchair with a strange energy yohan could parse out if he wasn't in so much pain and damn, being shot was inconvenient but it was a whole lot more manageable than the terrifying k-shaped hollow in his heart. 

'elijah called me saying you needed help,' says gaon, unfolding his limbs like a large cat, 'but she neglected to mention it was because you'd been shot, which means she didn't trust i would come.'

'and that got me thinking that this shit,' and gaon's expression is so brutal, agonized and enraged, that yohan swallows, 'keeps happening because you don't tell people before heading into danger because you don't trust anyone to have your back, and god forbid you need anyone.'

'so instead of asking questions like "what the fuck happened?" or "who did this to you?", i'm going to ask the most important one because it's the one that's going to determine whether i stay or go: kang yohan, did you miss me?'

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i'm skirting the five sentence cap rule through grautuatious use of commas and cliffhangers. but on the other hand, you get to choose your own adventure. so what does our depraved cunty little kyh say?

[raapija]

oh my god, he's managed to brainwash Lance into scooting....

[poofmalyakaet]

WORLD IS MINE!!

[mschismosa]

your yuri tgaa art is life changing

hi anon idk who you are but thank you from the bottom of my heart, ily, you've inspired me to draw today 🩷

[roseadleyn]

Hi! May I get a yandere bertol axios x nonchalant willing reader? Where y/n is not bothered if he's too possessive and instead love him back?

dug this out the very bottom of my askbox,,,, here it is nonnie! a whole year or something later 🫶🏻

RED MEANS I LOVE YOU. || axion vergette

( / fan translation : berzet )

tw : blood, murder, two psychopaths in love ( how cute <3 )

'Axion?' You call upon waking up to an empty bed, tangled within the sheets. It was a little routine between the two of you for him to wake you and kiss you a good morning before he left for his duties, and Axion wasn't one to rise early either, so...

You pad out of bed, his shirt large and comfortable and sweetly familiar with his scent, looking for him in his office, his libraries. Nothing. Then, just as you resign yourself to worry, the huge, oak front doors creak open and your husband and lover walks in and you gasp.

He's covered in blood. Down his shirt, his jaw, his hands coated in the thick, viscous red. His teeth are gritted in irritation, but his eyes are strangely cold. He sighs heavily before his gaze finds you, fixed in place with horror and worry.

'Sweetheart.' His voice is enveloping, warm, but tired. It makes your heart throb with need and want and love. 'Why are you out of bed?'

'That sounds like something I should be asking you,' you object, moving closer to gently inspect his face for injuries, careful and concerned for him. He closes his eyes with a low hum of pleasure at your touch. 'I woke up in bed and you weren't there!'

He sighs again, irritable and weary, drawing you closer, arms tight around your waist, head on your shoulder. 'I was out for important work, darling.'

'I suppose that's why you're covered in blood, then. A massive paper cut.' You never talk back to him, but it just slipped back, and you wince instantly. 'S-sorry.'

He snorts at your snide remark. 'Remember, I don't appreciate that tone, sweetheart. But as I've scared you, I'll tell you. I was not busy with work concerning papers. With work concerning people.'

You draw back, frowning in puzzlement. 'I didn't leave the manor, Axion! I promise.'

'I know you didn't,' he laughed softly. 'Oh, no use in hiding it from you, little minx. I didn't appreciate your butler's... gaze.'

'Wh-what do you mean?' You don't understand him. You don't care about any butler! You don't think you care about anyone other than Axion. If that makes you an awful person, then so be it.

'He was looking so lovingly at you, didn't you notice?' His voice is condescendingly soft. 'All those lingering touches, all those sweet words. He was getting in our way.'

How dare he? Trying to get in your way? If he did harbor his stupid feelings for you he should've cared for your happiness and in turn, known you were happiest with Axion! Ridiculous man.

You curl up to him in his arms. 'He... He's dead, then.'

Axion doesn't answer. He does that, sometimes — if he doesn't want you to know a particular thing. But right now it's useless. You know just how much Axion loves you, but also... how ruthless he could be in that regard. There's no way that man lived.

But whatever. He isn't worth thinking of.

Your husband kisses your temple and carries you upstairs after that, quiet but attentive. You wash the blood off of him, huffing over the particularly stubborn bits, before you drag him to bed. Your heart swells as he settles beside you in your bed, the room glowing with the pale blue and golden shine of dawn, curtains drawn defiantly against the sun. He wraps an arm around your waist, and you sigh blissfully and lean into him.

'I love you.' He whispers softly into the crook of your neck, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

'I love you too,' you say instantly. Because you do. Despite the locks on your door. Despite the guards positioned everywhere around the house. Despite the shackles in the corner of the room, kept 'just in case' (they were just precautions, anyways. He'd never do that to you!). Despite the little flecks of red on his knuckles that you'd missed. Despite the bloody knife lying downstairs to be cleaned.

You do love him. Why wouldn't you?

[mourninglamby]

i just misssssss the dsmp era sew much sometime and your art 4 that era will furever be the blueprint anyway SCREAAAA Your days will be good….. crops are better…….. Love and Kindnesss and Love.

me. Too ….. well here’s a c!clingyduo doodle I did for kofi request

[biteofcherry]

Happy Wetnessday 💦

I hope you're ok and having a good day. I also hope that it cooled down where you are.

Well you're certainly cooled down when you wake up next to a stranger, naked with a heavy diamond on your finger. You don't remember how you ended up here. All you wanted was to take your mind off for an evening for which the newly opened club seemed to be perfect for. You're trying to slip out of the bed to leave but a strong arm pulls you right back. "Where is my wife off to so early in the morning?" His sleep filled voice rumbles. Wife? You don't remember anything! But don't you worry your husband is more than happy to provide you with what's missing. The first thing that's missing is his dick inside you. Once that's settled he's telling you about how you danced in your pretty little dress, how you had too much to drink and how your pout was so cute when you told him you don't want to work anymore. You just wanted to be a trophy wife. And who was he to deny your wish? He pulled a few strings and got you two married within an hour.

Which hottie is saving you from the stress of your life?

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

He makes it look like he's simply a playful, seize-the-moment kind of man, who found himself drawn to you and decided to make that little drunken dream of yours come true.

After the initial outrage and panic, as well him placating you that if you wish you can still work part-time, you decide to approach it with more dignity and adult reason. Annulment will take time, so you may as well stay at his lavish place for the time being and even maybe enjoy the flirting and variety of skills your husband has 😏

He's fine with you deluding yourself that there will ever be any form of divorce.

That won't happen. Ever.

He enjoys learning more about you and spending time with you (on different surfaces, but also simply talking). But even if he didn't, he wouldn't step away from his plan.

Which was to have you, all along.

He had a few options, but that night in the club when you just presented yourself to him on a silver platter? That was a sign that it was meant to be. You were meant to be his.

You are the key to his growing empire and influence. And now that you're his wife, your father will have no other choice but to grit his teeth and welcome his new son-in-law to the business he previously denied merging in any way.

Now that he has you (and your birth control replaced with sugar pills), he can and will have it all.

[g1deonthefirst]

hello. i bring you g1deon as frankenstein's monster to alecto's barbie: horror from the mindless pursuit of impossible beauty/perfection. and the fact that the two bodies that particular horror is performed on/results from are an idealized/fetishized white woman and black man...

anonnnn your mind!!! i do feel compelled to point out that alecto herself is also compared to frankenstein's monster:

and beyond g1deon's unusually-described appearance...

he and alecto also are similar in the way that they're both positioned as john's bodyguard

with gideon specifically described using distinctly dehumanizing language

that reminds me of the way the other lyctors talk about alecto.

so i absolutely agree with you anon that g1deon and alecto are paralleled, both in the way that they're created by john and represent two idealized and distinctly racialized bodies, and in the alienated role they play around john and the other lyctors.

[tpwkwriter]

pease do where Harry took her v card last night and the morning after like when shes bleeding and harry being really caring and protective

Warnings: mentions of the deed, cursing, fluff<3

—————————The morning after————————

Y/n sat up in the empty bed, the bed where her Innocence had been taken the night prior, her T-shirt and his boxers where the only things clad on her body, her hair felt scruffy, and her bones definitely had an ache.

Flashbacks to evening before y/n wasn’t sure she’s felt so many butterflies and flutters in her stomach in one night.

Her mind kept going back to the way his hands roamed her body, they way his forearms would be either side of her head, he was just so Devine.

“What’s on your pretty mind?” Said a voice throwing her out of thought.

Harry entered the room placing a cup of water on her bedside table and a kiss to the top of her head.

“Y’alrigh?” He asks plopping down next to her.

“Mmm” she smiled, taking a sip of her water

She leaned her head on his bicep which further elevated her comfort, he pressed another kiss in return.

“Want me to run y’bath” he asked

“Yes please, and can y’add some of that lavender stuff, will help with my legs” she bashfully admitted.

“Y’legs?, y’in pain?” He asks, eyebrows furrowing and now moving to look at her.

“Just a Bit achy, just how is is H, don’t panic”

“M’sorry love, was as slow and gentle as I could be” he muttered into her hair

“You were amazing” he added

A red colour stained her cheeks as he continued to utter these words and pressing kisses to her like there’s no tomorrow.

“Want that bath?” He offered again.

“Yes please”

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Y/n slowly made her way towards the bathroom, though standing up was definitely a challenge.

“Shit” she winced standing up from the bed.

“Slowly love” Harry said, gently putting a hand on the low of her back to guide her.

Once y/n got into the tub Harry thought this was an ideal time to properly clean the bed and change the sheets.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t overthinking last night, was he too rough? Was she okay? Did he check on her enough?

Y/n sat in the tub and seeing her red raw inner thighs made her let out a small chuckle at the memory of the night before, it somewhat felt surreal that her virginity was taken by someone who she adored so much, Harry shew her so much love and attention that it made her heart race 10x much.

“Y’okay beauty” Harry called from the bedroom, knocking y/n from her reminiscing.

“Yes love, come sit with me” she answered.

Normally y/n was a very private and shy individual, but there was something Harry carried with him that radiates safety and comfort and after the previous night his words made her feel so beautiful.

Without a word he presses a kiss to her forehead and proceeds to sit on the closed toilet Sid which sat next to the tub.

Y/n loved admiring the beauty that was her boyfriend, her eyes drunk him all in and enjoyed it thoroughly.

“Thank you for last night” Harry admits knocking the train out of her mind.

“Harry” she began

“Thank you, you treated me lovely” she stressed wanting it to get through his head.

“S’jus, such a vulnerable moment and you shared y’first with me” he smiles.

“And there’s no one else I would’ve rathered” she said looking directly at him.

“Love”

“S’true” she sighed.

“Y’gonna make blush n shit” he chortled.

“That’s because your just a big sap” y/n teased

A moment of comfortable silence washed over them enjoying the bliss of simply just each others company.

“Love?” Harry asked.

“Hmm”

“Was last night painful?” He asked his green eyes filling with slight concern

“Harry-“ she started.

“Y/n” he answered a slight more serious and deeper tone.

“Baby, only a teeny bit it’s normal, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t bleed slightly in the bathroom after but it’s so normal Harry-“

But he wouldn’t take that.

“What?” He asked eyes pinching closed and tighter as each word rolled off her tongue

“Baby stop beating yourself up-“

“I made you fucking bleed?”

“Harry listen to me”

Clearly lost in his own brain overthinking the worst things ever.

“It’s normal, before you I was a virgin it’s fine, harry it’s not your fault you didn’t cause anything, hell it didn’t even hurt, m’used to periods and much worse love so stop letting your brain win”

Harry looked up at her, her beautiful eyes and face were the death of him.

“Fuck love” he said quick to move off of the toilet lid and kneel beside the tub to level with her face.

“I love you so much Harry, your the best boyfriend, I felt so safe, so loved in your arms last night, as sickly as that sounds” she quietly said while studying his features.

“I love you y/n, I never want to hurt you, cause ya pain ever ever ever” he rambled.

“I know silly, now gimme a kiss you big sap” y/n requested.

A kiss she received.

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[fairycosmos]

doesn’t matter what you’re up to so long as you’re alive

[evermoredeluxe]

Taylor performing ivy/Call It What You Want as the surprise song on piano

- The Eras Tour in Munich, Germany (N1) on July 27, 2024 (x)

[renonv]

WHY THE HELL IS VATICAN A DELICIOUS DILF BROOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 RGEGEGRGRGRGEGE BITING MY CAGE DAWG

BC NOT ONLY DOES HE SERVE GOD BUT HE ALSO SERVES CUNT!!! AND BECAUSE HE IS FATHERRRR 🙏

[zevrra]

hii!! i hope your doing well, im not sure if your requests are open rn

but if they are open, can you please write for Gaara (naruto) x fem reader who’s love language is physical touch? (hand holding, hugs, etc)

🫶 thank you!!

A Shared Touch—

tags: anon request, 18+ characters, gaara x fem!reader, pure fluff, gaara’s love language is 100% physical touch, this is so sappy and lovey dovey jshshs

creator notes: thanks for requesting! hope this is what you had in mind (bc i had no idea what to do im so sorry i wrote this at 2 am kshssjh)!! but i also hope you are doing well and that you enjoy this! thanks again!! ❤️

Sunlight warms your face as you sit at a wooden table. You sit in silence with yourself. Accompanied only by the sound of a soft breeze and a few chirping birds. A range of flowers sits before you, ranging anything from chrysanthemum to peons. Besides the flowers sits a pair of scissors. Using them to cut stems off of a few flowers here and there as you put together a small bouquet.

“What are you doing?” A soft voice asks from inside the doorway to the greenhouse you sit inside of.

Turning to look at the source of the voice and you find your loving boyfriend. A smile as warm as the sun shines on his face and you can’t help but mimic it. “I couldn’t sleep. Came here to do some arranging.” You respond. Watching fondly as he makes his way to your side.

He still wears the clothes he had slept in. He must have just woken up and upon finding your side of the bed came straight out to look for you. The sleepy was still in his eyes even as they look upon you with love.

A chilly hand touches your shoulder, moving to soothe across your neck. His teal eyes glance at your project before looking back at you. “They look as beautiful as you do.” Gaara compliments you.

For the years you had been together it took him quite a while to willingly touch you. Skin on skin contact had been one of his biggest fears. For so long, anytime your hand would reach for his; you were met with a wall of sand. Any brush of skin would have him standing frozen in place. He had never done any of it on purpose though and you knew that. It was pure reflex for the deeply traumatized man. Now it almost felt like he never wanted to stop touching you. To never let you go so he would never have to fear being truly alone again.

You wave his compliment off with a smile. It was too early to be so sappy. You set down your scissors to fully turn and face Gaara. “What about you?” You ask curiously as you grab hold of his hand gently. “Off to some important kage meeting I assume?”

Gaara shakes his head, lifting your hand to his lips and placing a small kiss against your skin. “No, not yet anyway. Just missed you.” He admits with a shy look. Glancing from your pretty face to the flowers you had gotten up that morning to work on.

It was truly a miracle how far the two of you had come. Once, so long ago, he would never have reached for you first. Would have distanced himself as far as he could. But now he sought you out first. Missed you simply because you were not by his side the moment you both woke up. It made you feel wanted and loved. You could only hope he felt the same.

You stand with the help of your boyfriend. Leaning in to kiss him and he meets you halfway more than eagerly. After you two part, he guides you towards the door he had entered from as you two plan to return to your shared home.

“Let’s go make some breakfast.” You offer. Your fingers intertwine with his, giving his hand a tight squeeze. A reassuring gesture that you would never let him go either.

You’d have to return to your flowers later.

[hallowpen]

I have a question about that scene in Love Sea. I saw your post saying we could ask you about Thailand culture and I was wondering what your interpretation of it was since folks on here had a lot to say about colorism. If I'm overstepping, please feel free to ignore me. I'm not meaning to. I'm just curious what the Thai perspective is.

I'd like to start this off by saying that any genuine curiosity is never an overstep to me. In fact, I appreciate anybody who feels like they can come to me to have these types of conversations rather than making any uninformed generalizations. It's why I made that post to begin with 😊😊😊

I have to admit, that I had no intention of watching Love Sea until after it had finished airing... and mostly for the sapphic cut hehe But my partner is watching it as it airs and when I tried to ask for clarification about the scene you were referring to, I found it better for me to just watch the episode in full myself. So I did...

I think I'm going to tackle the colorism culture that exists in Thailand before I analyze anything having to do with the series. My father is black (Haitian) and my mother is Thai... and that resulted in some very unique experiences for me. Please keep that in mind, as these experiences are going to be what inform my cultural viewpoint.

Colorism exists as a systemic prejudice in Thai culture. The beauty industry, the entertainment industry, and even some cultural traditions place a higher value on lighter skin which is seen as 'preferable' and more attractive than darker skin (especially if you are a woman). It ranges anywhere from what I consider to be ignorant colorism... where someone might say something without even realizing it has racist undertones... to blatant racism where words like ไอ้ดำ are thrown in our faces and we are very obviously being judged. For example, a disagreement on political views could easily become about a person's skin color, rather than a comment on the actual discussions being had (i.e. Nam Patcharaporn). Like all countries, these prejudices vary from place to place. I've been involved in very uncomfortable situations (to put it lightly) in Pattaya... but other than familial issues (I won't get in to any of that) I've never really experienced racism in Pathum Wan. Have things gotten better in more recent years? Slightly. But a lot still needs to be done to reverse racist prejudices and promote a more inclusive society. It's why something like The Last Case and Ester Oruche's casting made me very emotional [X]

Now...on to Love Sea: I actually took Mut's remarks on Rak's "pale skin" to be a pointed mini-commentary on colorism (which if that really is the case...well done Mame!) It read to me as... these are the things you value? that you (Rak) put yourself above me (Mut) for? You (Rak) clearly expect me (Mut) to find you appealing and attractive but it's not going to go according to what you think. I could be way off base, but I do so hope that that was its intended purpose because it makes such a small moment feel like a well earned victory to someone in Mut's shoes.

[specshroom]

What do you think of having sex with a telepath, and they use their powers to make you "feel" exactly what they're feeling?

Lmao that would be like having sex and masturbating at the same time.

I think it would be especially cool if the Telepath is the opposite sex, y'know.

Cus I've always wondered what it's like to have a dick, right? So if the Telepath makes me feel what they're feeling then I would basically be feeling what it's like to fuck myself. So I would have like a telepathic peen that I'm fucking myself with but also still being fucked by....

Also the INTIMACY?!?

Of feeling exactly what they're feeling while they feel exactly what you're feeling, mentally and physically. That connection alone would be so hot.

Idk if it's hotter if they make you beg to do it every time you fuck or if they beg you every time 🤔

[mikacanica]

Happy Spones Day to my favorite spones artist!!! 💙🖖🏻💫

Have a nice day 😊

TODAY IS SPONES DAY?!?! Gotta give a shoutout to my kings 🙌