#🎙anon

[frizzle-tales]

Is this what dating felt like? The sensation that, in that moment, it's just you and them, as if the rest of the world fades away? Giddy emotions taking hold, a giddiness bubbling up without a clear cause? Everytime Jiyeon’s eyes met Taehyung’s… she could feel butterflies swarm around in her stomach, sensing a certain softness and warmth from his eyes.

Ever since they left the home, Taehyung had been nothing but a gentleman to Jiyeon; opening the car door, leading her into the restaurant, showing genuine interest in her… and his eyes didn’t wander off, not even once— not even a quick glance at any of the admitingly gorgeous woman that were in and outside of the restaurant.

Taehyung only had eyes for her.

They were actually talking, it wasn’t close ended where Taehyung would bark orders at her and she’d simply nod and say yes to whatever he had asked for, but this time he genuinely wanted to hear her thoughts… wanted to hear her answers to his questions.

Then it was time to leave the restaurant, and Jiyeon stayed closely to his side as they walked through the streets.

Jiyeon had also noticed the groups of people forming, following right beside Taehyung as he guided them towards the commotion. Her eyes gazed at one of the street performers doing a dance cover on some trending song, until she glanced over at Taehyung and followed his gaze to the artist creating masterpieces with florals.

It seemed to have caught his interest.

Jiyeon followed along, watching as the man focused on creating his masterpiece. “Yes, I do know… We learned about it in school.” She answered him, as she watched the artist collect the flowers, not breaking his focus once.

When Taehyung proceeded to buy the bouquet, Jiyeon didn’t think much of it; it must be another bouquet for his dear grandmother. But to Jiyeon’s surprise, her abductor turned to look at her, and he handed her the bouquet in a way which told her that this was hers… not anyone else’s, just hers. It was for her.

“Wow.” Jiyeon smiled, looking down at the bouquet, taking in the vibrant colors. “Thank you, I love it.” She looked up at him, cautiously stepping forward and kissing him on the cheek. The girl would’ve opted for a hug, but she didn’t wanted to potentially crush her received gift. “It’s beautiful, I’ll put it in a vase straight away when we are back home.”

[🎙️]

Tonight was utterly perfect.

Candle light dinner. Their food seasoned and cooked to perfection. A light buzz from all the champagne they drank while getting to know one another even further. (Well, further beyond the hours of research he’d done on the young woman).

Taehyung expected her gratitude for the bouquet. A smile tugged at his lips, his eyes staring down at her in what others would describe as admiration — he couldn’t help but love it every time Jiyeon showcased just how much he’s moulded her. Although, what he didn’t predict was for the girl to step closer, planting a delicate peck against his cheek.

For a split second, he was stunned. A tingling feeling left behind on his skin, right where her lips had been.

PDA. He really wasn’t one for any type of public displays of affection, but somehow, there was something brewing inside of him. A dark want — no — need.

He needed to feel her lips again. This time, against his own. Besides, it wasn’t like the streets were flooded at 9 p.m., hardly a prying eye in sight.

Taehyung closed the gap between them, his eyes not tearing away from his date even once. He couldn’t help but study her; the small smile that played on her lips while she studied every inch of the flowers in her hands.

She looked so beautiful, so subtly radiant. And no one else on these streets seemed to notice, to even care.

It was all for him.

His fingers came up, one gently caressing her cheek before moving to under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. “They’ll look splendid in our dining room.” He murmured. But as he began to lean in, unbeknownst to him, a quick camera flash and shuttered muffled from a shadowy corner.

“Uhm, excuse me.” A voice interrupted as Taehyung was leaning in. “Excuse me.”

The killer let his hand drop away from Jiyeon’s face, a scowl wanting to paint across his expression, but he forced it down. “Yes? May I help you?” He responded, as politely as he could given the intrusion.

“Well, uhm, you see.” The intruder was a young woman. Long black hair, confident glow. Dimples that would have most men swooning. As she spoke, Taehyung’s hand found Jiyeon’s, and he locked their fingers together. “My friend, she’s over there in the tan coat — she thinks you’re really handsome.”

Hold on.

“She’s a touch shy..”

Was this really happening right now?

“But she was wondering, and hoping..”

Was this why they were interrupted?

“If she could get your number, and maybe go out with you sometime.” The friend finally finished her request, gleaming in hope for her friend.

As for Taehyung, a storm starting forming in his chest. For the first few seconds, he simply stared at the girl. Disbelief. Slightly surprised at the gull of this woman. Then annoyance, before it was tinting red with rage. “I’m sorry, does it appear to you that I’m alone right now? Unaccompanied?” With the rage building inside him, the hand holding Jiyeon’s gripped hers tighter, firmer with each passing second.

“Uhm..” The friend nervously started, her smile fading away. Finally. She looked passed the handsome man, in Jiyeon’s direction. “No, no it doesn’t, I’m sorry —”

“As flattered as I am.” Taehyung decided to finish off. Catching how tight his grip had become on his poor little bird, he loosened his hand, subtly drawing in a breath to calm himself down. “I have no interest in someone who can’t ask me themselves.” Or respect the woman he’s with.

“Come, sweetheart.” He didn’t give the woman time to reply before his attention switched back to Jiyeon, a hand now moving to her back to guide her to his car. “I think it’s time we head home, hm?”

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“After you.” Taehyung spoke once they were home. He unlocked the door first, pushing it open before gesturing for the girl to walk in. He then shut the door behind them both, but before they could rid themselves of their jackets, the killer’s hand latched around Jiyeon’s wrist, pulling her back to him.

He pushed her back until she was flush against the door before his hand came back up to her chin — this time rougher then when they were in public — before his lips found hers. He robbed the air from her lungs, setting the pace of their lips before deepening the kiss.

He needed this. Her. He needed it.

Minutes ticked by on the old grandfather’s clock before Taehyung finally pulled away, out of breath himself. “Go put them in some water.” He spoke still mere inches away from her lips, hinting at the flowers in her hand. His finger ghosted across a dainty petal. “Then head upstairs and start running a bath.” With that, he fully stepped away.

While Jiyeon did as she was told, Taehyung followed to the kitchen, watching contently as she arranged the flowers. Then she disappeared to upstairs, and through the floor he heard water beginning to run through the pipes.

Truthfully, the killer didn’t want their night to be quite over yet. Especially not ending on a sour note that woman created. So, he opted for grabbing a bottle of wine and 2 glasses, before joining his sweet prisoner upstairs in their bedroom.

With a hot bath run, and the 2 glasses topped off with wine, Taehyung led the girl to join him. Situated between his legs, her back leaning against his chest, they settled in the water.

“You’ve been such a good girl tonight.” Taehyung hummed, setting his glass down. His fingers grazed through her hair before trailing down her arm. At the same time, he leaned in, taking in a sniff of her gentle scent. “Did you have fun?” He mused, planting a kiss against her jaw, then another peck on the curve of her neck.

He hummed at her answer as his fingers kept their slow descent down, eventually reaching her thigh. “Good girls deserve a little reward, don’t they. Don’t you think so?” His voice whispered in her ear before his hands slipped between her thighs, starting with gentle, teasing circles. “Keep being a good girl for me now, Jiyeonnie. You don’t want to end our night on a bad note, do you?” His lips brushed against the shell of her ear before he switched his tempo, slipping a finger in.

“Hm, you like that?” A smirk tugged on his lips as he watched the girl twitch and squirm against him. His other arm came around, snaking around her abdomen. “Have you ever touched yourself like this before?”

He knew there wasn’t a single soul alive that ever got to see her this way, touch her this way, but he couldn’t help but wonder just how inexperienced his darling little prisoner was.

“Tell me, how good does it feel?”

#🎙anon #yandere taehyung #serial killer!taehyung

[sillykittyco]

hi! can i (dream) have a shufflemancy for my relationship with tommy? thanks! -🎙

Hi! A number for the amounts of shuffles was not said, so I went with the automatic one, 6! What would you like it to be tagged as tho? Kin, fictive, irl, etc etc?

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I got Write It Down by Derivakat. The lyrics that called out most to me were: Is this right or wrong? Am I meant to play this part? I have to pass it on, but it's tearing up my heart Now I don't know what is true, and what is truly fake Don't wanna make a single mistake

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Perhaps you and tommy made up for whatever bad happened, and were friends, but because of others not liking you very much, your friendship was very looked down upon. Maybe you did not like how others would treat tommy because of your friendship and so your brain had a big desicion to make: Keep being friends with tommy and allow both of you to get hurt? Or leave him, one of your good friends, in order to restore his relationships with others? Along with that, you were already trying your hardest to make up for what you did, worrying about saying/doing something to ruin your friendship with him.

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Hope you enjoyed :) Make sure to read this info with a pinch of salt, and go with whatever seems right to you!

#🎙Anon #[Kin] #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Shufflemancies #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 'I got this!' - Accepted Request #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 'Done done done!' - Finished Request

[wilbursprincess]

helping soothousebur with a wet dream

this came in my head while making random words what should be in the dictionary

- 🎙 anon

“Why Don’t I Give You A Hand While You Tell Me About It?

Soothousebur x Female Reader

Warnings: Handjob, mentions of choking, humiliation but not really? Soothousebur being so whiny and needy <3

Hi 🎙 anon! Nice to see some more requests from you, as much as I love your little brainrots in my inbox <3 As a rather inexperienced person, I had to actually look up what a wet dream was BUT thanks to some lovely fic writers on this app, I have now figured it out and am fully prepared to write all the Soothousebur smut you could want! :)

Sorry for throwing in some choking, but you can’t tell me Soothousebur isn’t into that ;)

Fic below cut!

I’m dozing, Wilbur’s arm slung around my waist as I’m curled into him as the little spoon. It’s still pitch-black out, and I don’t want to open my eyes to look at the clock. It’s the first night I’m staying over at his house, and we both collapsed into his bed after an evening of every single dirty little thing we could think of doing to the other.

I’m about to fall back asleep, body so heavy and tired I feel like I’m melting into the mattress, when I feel him stir and groan behind me, something hard poking into the back of my thigh.

Eh, morning wood happens, I think to myself, tugging the covers over my shoulders and closing my eyes again. It’s not like he’s in charge of it.

Another whimper jolts me out of my sleepy haze, Wilbur’s arms tugging me closer into him as he starts to rub himself against me. Is this normal? I wonder, shrugging it off as him just moving around in his sleep.

After a few minutes, he’s so hard he’s throbbing, hips jerking even as he sleeps. Ok, that’s not ‘moving around in his sleep’ anymore.

“Wilbur,” I whisper, turning around and shaking his shoulder until he blinks open his eyes. “What on earth were you doing?”

He just whines, snatching his arm from around my waist and pawing at himself over his boxers. “Wet dream.”

“Even after what we did before bed?” I ask, amazed.

Wilbur nods. “It was… about you.”

“About me, huh?” I ask, gently stopping his hand. “Why don’t I give you a hand while you tell me about it?”

He’s nodding before I even get the words out.

Wilbur’s absolutely dripping with pre-cum when I stick my hand in his boxers, desperately thrusting into my hand.

“You’re so hard,” I say in awe. “Must’ve been a good dream, hm?”

He nods. “You were… riding me.”

“I was riding you?” I echo, twisting my thumb over the tip on my way back down. “What else was I doing, baby?”

Whining, he presses his face into my shoulder. “Pulling my hair… hand around my throat.”

“You like being choked, sweetie?” I murmur, hesitantly placing my hand on his bare chest.

Nodding, he glances down at the hand just below his throat. “A… little, yea.”

Gently, I press my hand into his throat, barely applying any pressure. “Like this?”

His eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a low moan. “Just like that.”

“What else was I doing to you in the dream, Wilbur?” I ask, smiling as he’s falling apart from my strokes. “Talk to me, baby.”

Wilbur moans, a sweet noise that makes me speed up my hand. “Bouncing… on me. Calling me a… good boy.”

“Aww, good boy,” I tease, shocked when he cries out and spills all over my hand the second the words leave my mouth. He rides it out for an impressively long time, face burning from how premature he was.

“…sorry,” he murmurs sheepishly once he gets his voice back. “Just… that was really hot.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. “Do you even have anything left in you after that? Jesus, Wilbur.”

Wilbur gives me an embarrassed smile in the dim room. “I think I have a praise kink.”

“I’m not surprised,” I chuckle. “How about we get cleaned up and go back to sleep? I’m happy to try out some of your dream with you in the morning-“

He groans. “Oh, please do. I don’t think I’ll be sleeping now that I know I’ve got that to look forward too.”

#princesswrites #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur x you #soothousebur #bursona smut #bursonas #bursona #mcyt x female reader #wilbur soot smut #wilbur smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #smut #wilbur x female reader #wilbur soot x female reader #🎙 anon

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

(this is ”alastor helps someone get revenge/justice/etc.” anon) wait imagine if alastor decided to *pretend* to reconcile with vox so he could figure out the best way to kill valentino. vox goes along with it because this is what he wanted all along! it’s probably strategically useful for him too, even if he suspects that alastor isn’t being entirely genuine. but then along the way alastor starts caring about vox oh nooo (this actually doesn’t even get in the way of the murder plot, it’s just super embarrassing for him lmao)

I was about to cry, thought this was going to have a devastating ending but no its the best kind of peak enemies to lovers. Thrive off the concept of hating someone but turns out its actually just because you never got to know them and have to now cope with the fact that you were wrong all along in addition to the new emotions

#ask #staticradio #radiostatic #🎙 anon

[gettinshiggywithit]

With that art you reblogged + your requests being open, I have to ask for some PM Boss!Chuuya. Could you write about his reaction to finding out a rival criminal organization ordered a hit on his wife? And like, him being protective of her while his men investigate the situation?

!Know your place!

Scenario:- pm boss!chuuya when his wife has been targeted.

Pairing:- pm.boss!chuuya x fem!reader

Genre:-idk what the first half would be but the last bit is fluff

Type:- oneshot

W/c:-2.25k

A/N:-HIYA ANON! OKAY ITS THREE AM AND I JUST SAW THIS JUST WHEN I WAS GOIN TO SLEEP.AND IT TICKLED MY BRAIN SOO HERE WE GOOOO

Art credits:- @taxolotl

Chuuya nakahara was a ,man of great power and status.all of which had only increased since he had ascended to the position of the head of the port mafia.The mafia in itself was an organization that commanded great fear and respect from both civilians and the government,but since his ascension to the throne,things had only gotten better.the organization ran like clockwork,not that it hadn’t before,but he seemed to bring his own  twist to things.he was also more brutal and ruthless than the previous boss.dazai osamu was a man of great intellect and he too had elevated the mafia from where I once was.but chuuya had something that dazai didn’t.he had a lover, or wife, as those who were closest to him knew.you two had tied the knot shortly before dazai’s passing and although you knew it would be risky,you were determined to make it work.in fact,In your vows,he’d promised to protect you no matter the cost.and you’d promised to love him till the end of time.

You were also a member of the mafia,having joined at the same time he did.you were one of the sheep and had defected when they betrayed him. For even then,you loved chuuya but as you grew,so did your love for the blue eyed ginger,and when you started dating,you were the happiest you’d ever been!needless to say he’d felt the same way you had for almost as long,but the fear of rejection and losing a loved one is a pesky instinct.

four years was how long you’d dated before he proposed at age 21.the ring wasn’t exactly fancy,but it was the one you’d wanted,and although you could’ve rushed the ceremony,you decided to wait.the next year flew by like a blur and soon it was your wedding day,and as you walked down the aisle,you both teared up.

Fast forward to today,he was staring at a memo from one of his subordinates,the one tasked with protecting you and keeping you safe,for while chuuya knew you could take care of yourself,he also knew that in your world, there was no such thing as being too careful.

There had been an attempt on your life. and as he read the memo chuuya felt a sudden chill run down his spine.his worst nightmare….his biggest fear had finally been realised and he hadn’t even known it had.

At first he beat himself up about it,how could he let this slip by?how did he not know???he suddenly felt a sudden wave of disgust as his mind replayed a certain phrase, “dazai wouldn’t have let this happen.” he pushed the thought away and continued to think of how to keep you safe.he’d be damned if he let his insecurities were what out you endanger!

Step 1,get you to a safe location,and while chuuya knew that being by his side would be dangerous,half of him wanted to believe that he was the safest option.but finally he went with the objective solution and sent you off to an overseas safe house,with a unit of the organisation’s best hitmen.assassins and body guards.he knew this was a tad bit extreme yet he wasn’t going to risk it! So later that day,once you were feeling a little less shook up about the attack,you grabbed your to-go bag, and took a private flight to your,hopefully safe, hideout.and even though it pained him to have you so far away.he knew it wouldn’t be for long.

Step 2,figure out who the fuck was responsible.the mafia had many resources,and being the boss allowed chuuya to take full advantage of said resources.so with almost no effort,his informant was able to find out ,who ordered the hit on you,when they did and and who had been assigned to carry out the hit.chuuya thanked the informant,took this information and left to form a plan of action.he first decided to take out the man who had been tasked with the hit.

Did chuuya know this man was probably just following orders and had no actual beef with him or the port mafia?yes.but was he gonna let this bastard get off scot free?? Not a  chance.

He paid the hitman a visit himself,knocking on the door almost harmlessly,before punching the door in when he heard someone else on the other side.

Needless to say the assassin was shook! he watched as chuuya’s subordinates stormed his apartment and had all their guns aimed straight at his head.chuuya then took a few steps forward,his expression one full of rage and hate as he wrapped his hand around he man’s throat,instantly crushing his windpipe with what looked like no effort at all.his face became stoic after that.as he silently left the scene,he stared at his hand and it shook.he hadn’t shouted or screamed like he’d planned to,and it felt,weird.nevertheless,he got into his car and was driven back to the PM HQ.

Next for the the man who had ordered the hit himself.chuuya had found out that the man ordering the hit was a leader of a rival criminal organization,one dazai had managed to eradicate,that had come back from the dead.and apparently they thought attacking the new boss’ significant other would be a good idea…foolish.

(like bro we aren’t even in this universe and even we know that that’s a big no no! tf?! Literally you deserve to get rekt!)

As chuuya read the man’s file he realized just how insignificant he was.no abilities.no special accomplishments.no worth. Nothing that could even compare to the might of the port mafia but still they had chosen a fight? Chuuya didn’t know if he should have been impressed by their ambition or annoyed with their stupidity.perhaps they thought he wouldn’t retaliate.

Well,they were dead wrong.

So the next day,chuuya did a simple thing.

He broke into the man’s home,sat on his couch and waited.once he arrived at his home only to see the literal boss of the port mafia,scarf,fedora and all.the man attempted to run out the door.

Chuuya responded to this by simply throwing his blade at him,effectively pinning him against the door.he took his time sauntering over to the pathetic whimpering excuse of a man and finally said. “so you’re the sack of shit that tried to take out my y/n?” he gave the man a once over.he had a scraggly beard,tacky jewellery and looked absolutely disgusting.it made chuuya sick to his stomach to be in the presence of such a piece of trash,but he wasn’t done yet.

“please! Im sorry! I-I made a mistake I beg of you spare me! I promise not to ever interfere with the port mafia again!!” the man was fully begging now,and honestly it was quite entertaining to see him squirm under both the influence of fear and the pain caused by the knife in his shoulder.  chuuya pretended to contemplate letting the man go before his lips curled into a devious smile. “yeah how about no?” he said before pulling the knife out of his victim’s shoulder,causing him to crumple to the ground.

Next he climbed over the man and began to beat him to a pulp.

First one punch,then another,and another.each one getting heavier and heavier as he added the weight of his ability behind them.he screamed out curses and threats between punches,even straight up insults and just yells.

 The man was dead after about the tenth punch.

well…at least that’s when chuuya realized he was dead.but then again,who wouldn’t be death with a bashed-in skull?

Chuuya then calmly got up off the floor and soon realized he was covered in blood. “crap…..now ill have to send this one back to the cleaners you piece of shit!”he muttered to the corpse as he stepped over it and exited the apartment through the door.

His car was waiting for him when he reached the street and his subordinates made sure no one saw him in his blood-stained state.

Once in the car,he sighed and let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. he pulled off his bloodied gloves and threw them to the side,picking up his phone to call the leader of the unit protecting you.

“its done.bring her back in four hours”

A “yes sir” was heard on the other side of the line,before it cut off and chuuya was left listeing to the beeps that replaced the team leader’s voice. He lowered the phone and called a different number this time. This one being the mafia’s elite kill squad’s leader’s. he let the phone ring once,twice, then hung up.this was the signal to carry on with the eradication of the rival organization. It would be a massacre,but still,the other organization stood no chance. Chuuya almost felt bad for the members of that organization;for they had to pay for sins they hadn’t even commited,but he supposed simply being a follower of the man who’d wanted you killed was enough of a sin to warrant the punishment they would be dealing with now.

Chuuya got home to your shared apartment and took off his shoes at the door,he looked at the pictures of the two of you that decorated the walls,and each time he saw your radiant smile his heart skipped a beat.

He went to the bathroom and stripped down,getting into the shower to wash off all the blood. He tossed his bloodied clothes in the hamper labeled ‘work-stained’ and chuckled to himself when he saw the label you’d hand written and stuck on there.

After he was done,he got out of the shower and began to towel off his hair,as he was doing this,a little flash of light caught his eye. It was your wedding ring twinkling at him from its place on the counter. Of course he’d left it behind! He wasn’t going to stain something so sacred with the blood of a worthless cretin! No way in hell!

But now that he was all cleaned up,he slipped it back on his ring finger and smiled.once he was ready, he heard a click and knew you were home.

He stepped out of your shared bedroom wearing and oversized tee shirt and some sweatpants only to be tackled by the likes of you!

You wrapped him up in a bear hug and didn’t seem to be showing any signs of letting go.and he was perfectly okay with that. He hugged you back just as tightly from your spot on the floor,simply saying, “I missed you too princess~and im not going anywhere.” you nuzzled into his neck and he held you close. “don’t ever send me away again chuu you know I can take care of myself” you said,pulling back to look him in the eyes from your position on top of him. “I know love but,” he said as he sat up, “you know I couldn’t risk it” “yeah… yeah I know” you said, looking down at the floorboards. “but it really sucked you know?” “oh yeah…it sucked ass.were you okay?did anything happen while you were there?” he said,concern seeping into both his expression and his voice as he gave you a once over,his eyes looking for any sort of scar wound or injury.

You placed your hand on his his cheek and directed his attention back to your face before bringing yourself closer and gently cupping his face. “chuuya,im fine…really.you can relax…” he nodded at that and leaned into your touch. “I know but i-” “ah ah! No buts.”  You interrupted him,“im okay and that’s what matters right? So lets just relax hmm?”

He nodded once again before pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft.yet passionate.clearly making up for lost time and when you both came up for air,your foreheads leaned against eachother, he said it. “I love you y/n and I’ll do anything in my power to keep you safe.” You smiled and nodded at him. “I know chuuya….i know” you said before giving him a quick peck and hoisting yourself up off the floor.

You pulled him up along with you and the two of you made your way to the kitchen to cook up some dinner.

“oh and chuuya? I love you too”                 “I know y/n…I know” he said with a wink. you almost threw a pot at him~

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT ANON! AND PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LMK WHAT YOU THOUGHT ABT IT!DID I DO YOUR IDEA JUSTICE?

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#did i stay up till 5 am writing this??? #yes #do i kinda love it???? #also yes! #🎙jaya speaks #📚jaya’s tales #📬jaya answers #🖤anon #🐶🐕jaya’s bungou stray dump🐕🐶 #bsd chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya nakahara fluff #chuuya fluff #chuuya x y/n #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bsd oneshot #beast chuuya #chuuya oneshot #chuuya nakahara #chuuya headcanons #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader hcs #bsd fluff #bsd fanfic #chuuya x reader angst #chuuya x fem!reader

[2ndsk8terboy]

🎙 You know who should play you in your autobiography, Chris Evans! This man is a legend!

He's good, but not as good as me. If I get a documentary made about me, I'm gonna play myself and show everybody how many guys I killed in every action movie I've been in. It'll be at least 5 hours long.

#lucas lee rp blog #rp blog #scott pilgrim rp #spto #spvtw #anon #🎙 anon

[thepressanon]

|| OOC ||

press when sparkles

#🎙️ anon #✨ anon #✨ x 🎙 #press's silly rambles 📰 #ooc post

[eishtar]

Okay so I thought about what you said and here’s what I thought abt: [genshin spoilers or wtv] harbinger!reader being comforted by childe during la signoras funeral because he knows reader and her were close. That’s it. Thx!!!!

-🌰

LOST

request again in 70 years

childe/tartaglia x harbinger!reader. reader is gender neutral as the gender was not mentioned. RIP signora hot woman

warm tears ran down your face as you sobbed, mourning over the death of your dear rosalyne. how could they? they were too cruel.. you heard the voice of columbina as she sung, it was loud and quite a beautiful lullaby. you covered your mouth as you sobbed quietly, while standing.

now, you weren’t very fond of any of the harbingers, but you were fond of rosalyne. she was kind and beautiful, she had fair skin.. she was admirable in your eyes. a certain (GINGER) red haired male patted your back as you sobbed, as the others paid no attention to you.

well, you didn’t expect anything from them anyways. “i hope you’re alright..” he said lowly and quietly, “pardon?” , “i said, i hope you’re alright.” he said in a louder voice. “oh. thank you, tartaglia.” you said with a weak smile, and a tight voice.

“sure.” he said as he got a handkerchief out and started wiping your tear stained cheeks, “you should ice your eyes later, it helps.” he said as you nodded, thanking him..

maybe he wasn’t so bad, after all

#🎙.eishtar #x reader #childe #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin x you #genshin x reader #short one shot #tartagalia genshin impact #tartagalia x reader #childe x reader #childe x y/n #🌰 anon #心. eishtar writes.

[shunsuiken]

i just got the most ridiculous request in my inbox i literally cannot stop laughing

#i was stunned #and then i laughed #idk if i can write what you want anon but i do appreciate you sending it in 🙏🏼🙏🏼 #— joy’s radio 🎙

[motoroil-recs]

hiya bive!!

also a kinfession,

wallter and I had matching wedding rings! his was carved out of wood and mine was out of concrete.

i don't think we had a ceremony. we did, however, spend the day on the 3008 floor [we both agreed that it was one of the best floors]

-same mark as before, also 👁🌌🎙 anon but I forgot to put that last time

🏎️‼️

#🏎️ — KINFESSION ! #kinfession #kin blog #kin help #fictionkin #CUTE! That's so lovely! What a wonderful memory to hold on to! #I love that you are sharing this with us. Now we also get to share about this wonderful little moment of your life. #If you happen to read this and wish to share. What was so special about floor 3008? I'd love to know. #regretevator kin #regretevator mark kin #👁🌌🎙 anon

[munch4march]

Oi yah it me 🎙️ Here's a banger. Brad tells Patrice that he doesn't want to be temporary captain while he's out. He feels like he's stealing something from Patrice. Patrice tells him that's silly, but Brad insists that even if it's not there, that A on his chest is basically a C during the road trip. He's scared the stitching will be too good and that he won't be able to take the C off once it's been put on. Patrice goes and digs through a kitchen drawer before coming back with an old sticker sheet with gold stars on it. He takes one and puts it on Brad's hand. He says that's his temporary C and that he can give it back to Patrice when he gets back to Boston.

REPORTER MY BELOVED

HI

unfortunately it was such a banger that they're booking you for homicide

because i am DEAD

I GENUINELY BELIEVE THIS MAN FEELS LIKE THAT

even if he can get over his own self doubt in regard to the role, the idea of taking something from patrice just fucking wrecks him. but patrice is just like entirely chill with it

SCARED OF THE STITCHING BEING TOO GOOD. STOP

THE GOLD STICKERS

YOU ARE A HOMICIDAL MANIAC ON A RAMPAGE.

#sharky got an ask #🎙 anon

[frizzle-tales]

Jiyeon wasn’t sure what made her feel worse.

The fact that the woman didn’t even acknowledge her presence.

The fact that she was so delusional to think that Taehyung could want someone like her.

Or the fact that the woman gushing in the crowd was a stunning young woman; her long blonde locks fell past her chest, her long lashes accentuating her round eyes, her body shaped in a perfect hour glass, and her skin pale as porcelain.

Jiyeon didn’t speak, her gaze switching between the hopeful woman back to her abductor. Trying to read his mind, Jiyeon internally hoped that he would say no, yet she reasoned with herself that she should understand if he’d say yes… it wasn’t like she could offer him much.

Although, she did felt relieved that Taehyung declined the offer, Jiyeon couldn’t help but feel jealousy swarm around in her chest, nearly forming into anger until Taehyung’s words snapped her out of it and she followed him to the car.

The ex student picked at her sleeve as she pondered whether to address the earlier situation or not, but truthfully, Jiyeon didn’t know what to say or how to bring it up. She ultimately decided against it, instead commenting about the food at the restaurant.

— 

Once home, Jiyeon had long forgotten the earlier ordeal with the woman, and she was instead thinking of how tired she had felt— from cleaning, finishing the other household tasks, to dodging Namjoon’s attempts at fucking her over every chance he’d get… and then being taken on a surprise date, it was a lot, but it wasn’t a bad day.

Then out of nowhere, Taehyung pulled her and then pushed her against the door, and before she could ask him what she had done wrong, his lips crashed against hers. Jiyeon didn’t resist, whimpering as she could feel her lungs burning, and oddly, her body started to react to the kiss, warmth building up in her lower belly before Taehyung pulled away.

“Huh?” She breathed out a few times, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, right, the flowers…” She hadn’t even realized she had been clinging onto them this whole time. “Okay…” 

After doing what she was told, Jiyeon thought that would be it, but to her dismay, her duties didn’t end just there… rather she was expected to join him in the bath, and knowing better than to say no, Jiyeon joined him.

‘You’ve been such a good girl tonight.’ At his words, Jiyeon felt flustered. It wasn’t often that Taehyung praised her, sincerely. But before she could respond, he continued speaking, at which she nodded. “Yes… I had fun.” She replied. Really, tonight felt… magical.

“It was my first time… going on a date.” The young girl admitted as she looked down at the glass, not particularly feeling like having something to drink anymore, but still taking a few sips. At his touches, Jiyeon felt heat rise to her face, avoiding his eyes as he planted kisses on her skin.

“A reward?” Jiyeon blurted out, her mind wandering. Would he take her to the office tomorrow instead of being forced at home with Namjoon? Tell her she won’t have to do any household tasks for the whole day? Take her out for dinner again—

“W-what…” She breathed out, initially wanting to bring her hands down to stop him, but at his words, Jiyeon stopped herself… she didn’t want to ruin their good night.

Besides, it’s not like she could tell him no.

A surprised squeal escaped her lips when he pressed a finger in. She hated how she wasn’t repulsed by it all, rather, she was getting wet and hot and bothered from his skilled touches. So, when he asked her if she liked it, there was no choice but to nod and tell him yes, knowing her body would betray any contradictions.

And she didn’t want it to stop.

“Yes… when I was stressed by exams, I just… needed a way to decompress.” She’d answer truthfully, trying desperately to force back any moans from slipping out. “It feels really good.” She’d whisper softly, whining as he’d pick up the speed and intensity.

It was embarrassing how quickly she came undone; it was obvious that Taehyung was so much more skilled than she was. And now that she had came down from her high, embarrassment caught up to her.

What the hell was wrong with her?

—

"Can I really not go to the office today?" Jiyeon questioned as she watched him lock the cold metal around her ankle. To her left, there was a selection of a few of her books. along with her violin if she chose to practice today. Aside from that, there were a few bottles of water, a lunch he had told her to pack, granola bars and an apple— enough to hold her over until his return.

She guessed that this was better than being stuck with Namjoon, but this didn’t necessarily mean that she was thrilled about being forced to stay in between these four walls all day. 

“…Okay.” Jiyeon nodded, looking down at her lap. It couldn’t be helped, but at least this meant that she didn’t need to worry about doing household tasks for the day. “Have a good day at work, see you later.”

—

“Do they have probable cause to detain him?”

“Based on their suspicions, yes, however, they don’t have a house searching warrant yet, will most likely take a few more days.” Seokjin replied, scrolling through the file. “Would’ve warned you sooner, but the case moved pretty fast, happened to hear caught someone talk about it in the hallway just now, they’re on the way to the airport to detain him.” He commented, closing the lid of the laptop. “Let me know if you need anything.”

And with that, Namjoon hung up, calling another person right after.

His closest friend.

“Taehyung.” Namjoon started, skipping any formalities. “Police will be there. Give or take less than five minutes. I will take care of your home, frankly, they barely have anything on you. I advise you to cooperate with them, if everything goes well, you’ll be out in a few hours, I’m positive.”

[🎙️]

“Why hasn’t he been found?” The mayor asked angrily, spitting as he spoke to the newly appointed lead detective, the one who replaced Officer Hyun. “Kim Namjoon is gaining more support by the day. He’ll run me out of office! Do I need to fire you too?”

“There are 10 million people in this city alone and we’ve been investigating into every ‘Kim T’.” Officer Cho replied, calm as still water. “It is not a quick task.”

The mayor’s demeanour slowly start to settle down. Sulk back in defeat. “Have you made any progress?”

“We have another suspect lined up, we are detaining him today.”

“Who is it?”

“Kim Taehyung. For generations his family has owned the Mugunghwa airline.” The detective showed a picture of the man, the one they had for their file. “His family has quite the interesting history. Many suspicious deaths throughout the years, dating back decades.”

The mayor nodded, a sense of hope filtering in. “If you can secure an arrest within a couple of days, I’ll double what I’m paying you.”

—

“No.” Taehyung responded, locking the cuff shut with a click before he stood, tilting her chin up to look at him. “I have too many meetings, I wouldn’t be able to keep a proper eye on you.” He pulled his fingers away.

Disappointment pooled in her honey brown eyes. Obviously so in the way she looked back down at her lap.

She was sulking.

Usually, that behaviour from anyone would bother him, but Jiyeon still found away to make a grin tug on his lips.

“Have a good day at work, see you later.”

“What?” Taehyung snickered. “No goodbye kiss?” He waited a split moment for her reaction, before leaning down deciding to take a goodbye kiss for himself. “That’s not very polite.” He murmured against her lips, before finally pulling away.

The day at work went like any other. Finance meetings and partnerships. Touching base with the airline’s marketing team. Endless streams of phone calls.

But no matter how busy he came, the young woman still managed to wiggle her way into his thoughts. Was she eating like she was suppose to? Had she chosen to fill up her time practicing violin? Maybe he’ll get to hear new notes to a song once he got home.

It shouldn’t be too much longer. After a little bit of paperwork, he’d be free to leave.

Or so he thought, until a dreaded phone call sent the rest of the day flying upside down.

“5 minutes?” Taehyung repeated. That was fuck all for time. “Jiyeon—”

“I will take care of your home.” Namjoon assured. While his trusted friend spoke, Taehyung grabbed his belongings, heading down to the lobby. He gave a quick thanks given the time crunch, and hung up the phone.

“Kim Taehyung?” A deeper voice spoke.

The killer turned around, seeing 3 men. 2 uniformed officers to the left and right, and in the middle a well dressed man with slicked back raven hair.

“Yes?” Taehyung responded calmly, remembering the advice from his trusted friend.

“We are going to need you to come with us, please.”

Knowing what meant, seeing light shine off the cuffs hanging from one of the officer’s hands, he turned around.

“Mr Kim?” Sohee perked up from her desk, worried upon seeing handcuffs locking around his wrists.

“I’m fine.” He simply left it at that, not caring it give her another glance as he was led out and into a black car.

—

Rocks squished beneath tires as Namjoon’s car came to a screeching stop.

He walked straight into the silent house. No noises came from the living room nor kitchen, so he made his way upstairs. There, he found the young woman he was looking for, chained in the master bedroom.

“Finally allowed to sleep in the bed, hm?” Namjoon taunted after he opened the door, but he didn’t care to wait for her reaction.

There simply wasn’t time.

He unlocked the cuff from around the bed post, wrapping the chain around his hand a couple times.

“You’re coming with me.” He didn’t offer her an explanation. “Let’s go.” He gave a tug on the chain still attached to her leg, starting to walk. “Now.”

#🎙anon #serial killer!taehyung #yandere taehyung

[sillykittyco]

hi its dream again im fine with the kin tag! thank you so much -🎙

Its no problem! Let me get that updated :)

#🎙anon #[Kin] #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 'May I infodump please??' - Not a Request #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 'Exactly right! That's me!' - Questions

[wilbursprincess]

I'm back again with more fluff/wholesome

wilbur trying to distract you while your doing work cause he wants a kiss or two

is this a bit cringy,? yes but it sounds kinda adorable

(AND I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD DAY!!)

-🎙 anon

“Put Down The Book And Kiss Me!”

Wilbur Soot x Female Reader

Warnings: Just so much adorable kissing, Wilbur is a little needy but we love him anyway.

Hello 🎙 anon! We love cheesy fluffy ideas on this blog, especially needy Wilbur just wanting attention from his partner <3 Reader is in college, which isn’t just for people straight out of school! So don’t get at me for the age gap!

Fic below cut!

I sigh, scrambling for my textbook and almost knocking my stack of papers off the desk. I’d been studying all day, and felt no closer to being ready for this exam. College had been brutal.

“Baby?” Wilbur says, peaking his head around the corner. “You busy?”

Gesturing at the mess on my desk, I give him an apologetic smile. “Quite.”

He pouts. “I wanted a kiss.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait until I’ve got this down.”

Wilbur walks away, and I think he’s gone to pout somewhere else, but he walks in again about 30 seconds later wearing one of my shirts, looking very proud of himself.

“Think I pull it off?” He asks, and I give him a dismissive shrug. “Aww, baby, cmon. You’ve been studying all day. Put down the book and kiss me!”

“I’m just stressed,” I say apologetically, flipping through my textbook for the nth time. “I’ll come spend time with you later.”

Five minutes later, he’s back, this time with a guitar. I wish I was more annoyed with him, dancing around and making up a silly little song about his girlfriend who’s too busy to give him a kiss.

I groan. “Fine. C’mere.”

The second his lips brush mine, I’m love-drunk, wanting the real world to melt away and leave us alone together.

“If you don’t go away, you’re going to tempt me into dropping out of school to become your pretty little housewife,” I murmur, pecking both his cheeks and then his nose.

“No!” Wilbur gasps. “Don’t drop out of school. You can be educated and then my pretty little housewife.”

Giggling, I turn back to my schoolwork, reading approximately one word before Wilbur wraps his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my head. “What now?”

“I miss youuuuuuu,” he sings, slipping his cold hands up my sweater and making me shiver. “Why don’t you come lay in bed with me?”

“Because I’m going to be your educated housewife,” I remind him, nodding at the textbook. “Give me a few minutes.”

Those few minutes aren’t spent on schoolwork, of course. They’re spent kissing my very adorable boyfriend.

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fluff #🎙 anon #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot x female reader #princessfics

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

(🎙️ anon) random q: do you have any headcanons about what alastor did to “almost beat” vox at some point in their history???? i totally forgor that val mentions this right before stayed gone lol

I have a hc that Alastor would've beaten Vox in that moment, they were in a physical fight and within seconds Alastor could've had him killed or at the very least incapacitated, with Vox injured and on the ground.

But he didn't.

Instead Alastor walked away with a comment about how Vox wasn't even worth the time and effort of finishing the battle, because he had better things to do, not only was Vox injured but that took an even bigger blow to his pride than the basically-loss did. Val might not know the full story

#ask #staticradio #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #🎙 anon

[gettinshiggywithit]

Hello! I'm new on this requesting stuff on Tumblr, so please don't mind it if i make a mistake/explain my request badly! (Also English isn't my first language.) Can you do a Kenji x gn reader fluff? reader is the same age with Kenji, and readers ability is like demon, idk how to explain it but the reader has the same abilities with nezuko from kny. if you don't want to write it, that's okay! Thanks if you do it <3 Have a nice day/night!

「ᴋᴇɴᴊɪ x ɴᴇᴢᴜᴋᴏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ」

Scenario:- what’s it like dating the ray of sunshine of the ADA? Oh and also you happen to have a radass ability!

Pairing :- Kenji x gn!nezuko!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- headcannons

W/c:- 494

A/N:- I FINALLY GOT THE MOTIVATION TO DO A REQUEST YAYY🥳🥳🥳🥳 also heads up because incase it wasnt clear,reader is 14! I hope u enjoy this nonny!

First of all he finds your ability so fascinating! The fact that you can grow and shrink and use your blood as a weapon?????

“You city folk really are amazing”

Also loves that u have super strength just like him!

Would definitely teach you any little games he made up to play using his ability.

Also i think he’d definitely think its cool and a little funny that both the other kids in the agency that are his age have a ‘demon’ related ability!

Would take you out to all his favorite places in yokohama if ur new and would introduce you to all of his friends around the city

When you have the (reasonable) fears or doubts about some of his ‘friends’ he just laughs and says that theyre harmless!!

When you ask atsushi about it he tells you about that one time he was assigned to work with kenji and how he absolutely REKT those gange members

You never question kenji about his friends after that,okay maybe not never but you do it significantly less.

He knows your ability is hella strong so he doesn’t really worry about you keeping yourself safe much.

And after you get a bit of training from the agency members he’s even more sure of you!

But if by chance you get captured or are in actual active danger,he loses his cool.

He wants to protect the people he cares about but he also knows he needs a clear head.

So after Kunikida gives the team a plan of action,kenji leads the charge.

If you’re in mortal danger he may not even wait for the agency to give him a plan of action.

Kunikida knows he cant stop him so he just sends atsushi and dazai with him.

For dates, other than the aforementioned restaurant trips i think he’d love taking you to parks or places close to nature.

He’d teach you everything he knows and would tell you all about his family and farm

Loved telling you about his cows tbh.

He also gives really tight hugs!

Like the kid will pick you up and spin you around! I mean he can, so why would he not!

The rest of the agency think y’all are cute af

Kyouka loves that there’s someone else her age too!

The three of yall have best friend outings and chill together!

Just three of yokohama’s youngest and deadliest ability users~ no biggie!

When u joined the agency,yosano and dazai made a bet on how long it’d be till yall got together.

Yosano lost and owed dazai a loveless crab dinner btw~

Overall he really does love you and actually thinks you might be the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with!

He’s adorable like that 🥺

Tagging:- @kemis-world @diagonal-queen

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#also id just like to let everyone know that ive actually finished some of the‘in every reality’ event pieces.i just wanna finish em all #so i can post em one a day at a stretch #unless yall want me to just post what i have done? #🎙jaya speaks #📬jaya answers #🖤 anon #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x male reader #bsd x female reader #kenji x reader #bsd kenji #kenji miyazawa #yosano bsd #bsd dazai #bsd kyouka #kenji miyasawa #bsd fluff #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bsd fanfiction #bsd fanfic #bsd x reader fluff #📚jaya’s tales