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realcube · 2 years

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hey hey hey sweetie!!! do you mind if i ask for saiki with a flirty s/o?? like, they're in a "secret relationship" (don't ask me why but it seems fun) and when the two of them are alone y/n is just openly flirting with him and kissing him on the lips because- why not 🤨🤨 i hope i'm not bothering you!!! thank you so much!!!

SAIKI WITH A FLIRTY S/O

tws ♡ gaslighting? but not really

a/n ♡ asks are never a bother ! tysm for the request :D this was very entertaining to write haha

♡ depending on how “secret” the relationship is and how you treat him in public or at school, saiki will literally return that same energy

♡ if you’re more open and put on the “good friends with chemistry” act and still hang out with him and his little group of friends, then he’ll treat you like he treats his friends

♡ which isn’t the best, granted, but he cares deep down! 😅

♡ plus, it’s better than what were to happen if you act as though he doesn’t exist

♡ not only will he be the slightest bit offended, but he’ll also be annoyed because he’ll need to continue making everything in your life perfect, while acting as though he doesn’t even know your name !

♡ and yes, he’s aware that using his powers from afar to make everything in your life unrealistically perfect is probably morally incorrect somehow, but he doesn’t have any time to think about it critically as he’s too busy trying to use his telekinesis to make two milk cartons fall out the vending machine, instead of one

♡ and if you even try to text him about his antics

♡ ‘saiki !!! stop using your powers for me !!!’

♡ he will use his most powerful psychic ability: gaslighting (girlbossing and gatekeeping)

♡ ‘what are you talking about?’

♡ ‘you using your telekinesis to give me more milk from the vending machine!!!’

♡ ‘that wasn’t me’

♡ ‘then who was it, kusuo?’

♡ ‘the milk gods?? maybe you’re the chosen one. anyway, stop messaging me, stranger.’

♡ he’s infuriating, to say the least

♡ he’s lucky you’re even nice to him in private lol

♡ but after a long day of getting on each others nerves, you can come over to his house, bake some sweet treats, watch some TV, play some video games and simply love each other, as couples do

♡ and to make up for how distant you are during the day, sometimes, you are extra affectionate during these private, intimate moments !!

♡ you even flirt with him as if y’all aren’t already dating which both confuses and flusters him every single time

♡ he always tries to give sarcastic and nonchalant responses to your advances to seem ‘cool’ but in reality you can tell he’s losing his mind beneath the surface

♡ but you allow him to revel in the fantasy that he is coming off as aloof and mysterious instead of just ... hypnotised and awkward

♡ though it does make you feel quite powerful

♡ with a single kiss on the cheek, you are able to stun the guy that can make the entire world implode with a single sneeze

♡ and every time you express affection, you manage to pull a different reaction from him depending on his mood

♡ but never once has he pulled the annoyed face ! he actually retired that after you told him it was “inappropriate” and “rude” to make the annoyed face while nendou is trying to tell him about his terrifying and life-threatening encounter with freddy fazbear in the shower

♡ most of the time, his reaction is just a bright red blush but an expression like 😐

♡ and when he receives affection from you (and you exclusively), a remarkable phenomenon occurs in which his internal dialogue stops spitting sarcastic remarks for five whole second

♡ scientists detected an absence of cosmological redshift in the five days proceeding

♡ coincidence , i think not !!!

♡ but anyway, that is probably the least dramatic thing that has happened after you’ve been intimate with him

♡ after your first kiss, he accidentally magnified a wormhole

♡ he had to go back in time to fix it so actually the “first kiss” with saiki that you remember is entirely different to what he remembers and your first kiss with him is his second first kiss with you

♡ so there are definitely downfalls to dating a psychic

♡ but he’s accepted that he needs to learn how to control his powers better and stop having such volatile reactions to your affection but it is certainly not going to stop anytime soon

#saiki x you #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki kusuo #kusou saiki x reader #saiki k #i've forgotten how to tag #kusuo x reader

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ex-textura · 7 months

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Ciaran spam because i have no restraint and i can't stop taking pictures of him 😶

#ciaran finch #my ocs #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 screenshots #blorbo from my brain #i've forgotten how to tag #anyway it my son

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musicalluna · 2 years

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50 shades of gold-titanium alloy

so i wrote this in 2015 and the cute ambitious part of my brain was like, 'yeah, this can be a whole series about steve and tony getting into bdsm! that'd be fun!' ignoring that i'm not part of the bdsm community and struggle with writing smut at the best of times so something like that would be a massive way-outside-my-wheelhouse undertaking, but i just re-read this bit and actually it's not a terrible standalone fic. so enjoy some seven-year-old steve/tony that's smutty mostly because they're reading excerpts of 50 shades of gray :D

"Tony, I really don't have time to discuss this with you right now," Pepper says. She's signing paperwork and has stopped sounding tolerant and amused. He's worn out his welcome.

Tony leans over the desk and kisses her cheek, gets a glare for his trouble.

"Cool it, Potts," he says, holding up his hands, "I'm going."

Her look softens then. "Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

He smiles at her, easy as can be, taps his knuckles on the desk, which is strangely soft and hollow sounding. "Sure thing." He glances down—the reason the desk sounds strange is because his knuckles are resting on a stack of papers that appear to be covering a book.

Curious, he peels up the papers and peeks underneath. It's thick, black with a silver tie on the cover. The title rings a bell, but he can't quite put his finger on where he's heard it before. This is Pepper's “get it the hell off my desk” pile though, so he feels like he's doing her a favor when he slips it out from between the loose-leaf pages and tucks it against his side. “Later, Potts,” he says, tossing her a wave.

“Bye Tony,” she sighs, attention already elsewhere.

–

He forgets he's even holding the book until he slides into the car waiting for him on the street.

“Hey Mr. Stark,” the driver calls back. “How you doing, sir?”

“New York has remained un-besieged by aliens for almost three months now, I have dinner plans with my boy toy tonight, and my CEO doesn't totally hate my guts, I'd say we're three for three,” he replies.

That's when the driver nods at the book in his hand.

“What have you got there?”

Tony holds it up so the guy can get a better look. “Heard of it?”

“Oh, hey, yeah, 50 Shades of Grey. My wife's been reading that book, says it's hot as hell.”

Tony's eyebrows climb his forehead. “You don't say? What's it about?”

The driver waves a hand, nose wrinkling. “I dunno. I'm not much of a reader. Prefer puzzles and things. Whatever it is, gets my wife revved up though.”

Tony stares at the cover of the book and tries to imagine what the hell could be inside. Pepper was reading it in the office. Maybe his wife just has a thing for ties.

Curious, Tony flips the book open, letting a few dozen pages flutter by before opening it wide enough to read.

...his hands move beneath the waistband, skimming me and moving to my behind. His hands glide slowly down my backside to my thighs, removing my jeans as they go. I cannot look away. He stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact. He leans forward, running his nose up the apex between my thighs. I feel him.

Tony's mouth twitches, his eyes going wide. Holy god, Pepper's been reading porn at work.

Gleefully, he skims further down.

He kneels up and pulls a condom on to his considerable length. Oh no...

Will it?

How?

"Don't worry," he breathes, his eyes on mine, "You expand too."

He is going to give her so much shit, holy hell. Pepper must have pitched it for the writing quality—it's not great by any standards. What's with all the weird euphemisms?

And this is only a hundred pages in, what the hell else is in this book? Is it all just sex?

He flips forward some more and holy crap, yep, they're at it again barely twenty pages later. Still?

I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Christian Grey-flavored popsicle. I suck harder and harder … Hmm … My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.

“Okay,” he says aloud, “the popsicle thing is a sexy visual, not— That's just—ew. Inner—seriously?” He leans forward in the seat and holds up the book. “You said your wife likes this?”

“Yes, sir,” the driver replies. “Loves it. She hasn't put it down since she got it over the weekend. I guess her friends have been pestering her about it for a while now. It was published maybe a year ago, but according to her it's been getting pretty popular.”

Tony looks back down at the book. He needs to know more. There are women—Pepper—reading this porn widely enough across America that he'd pinged on the title. He has to. For science.

Tony settles back and starts to flip through the pages, looking for the next juicy bit.

–

Steve drags himself into the bedroom at half-past nine and it's early, but he's exhausted. Dinner with a group of NYC's most powerful bigwigs is enough to take it out of any guy, but he finds it particularly grueling. He's tugging his tie from around his neck when he hears, “Steve!”

Tony's voice automatically makes him smile, the sound of his bare feet smacking across the floor stretching it wider. Tony comes flying at him and Steve manages to catch him, though momentum carries them through a half turn. “Hi, Tony.”

He gets a quick kiss on the mouth and then Tony's looking up at him, practically vibrating; he's in a good mood and Steve doesn’t know what’s caused it, but it makes him happy.

Then, face schooled into a serious expression and hands cupped around Steve's face, Tony says, “Can I suck your Steve Rogers-flavored popsicle and try to awaken your inner Latin-dancing goddess?”

Steve stares. “Excuse me?”

Tony breaks into what can only be described as delighted giggles and catches a hand around the lapel of Steve's suit, dragging him toward the bed. “You have to check this out, Steve, it's awful.”

He's surprised when Tony crawls onto the bed and sits up on his knees, holding out—

“A book?”

Steve takes it, easing down at the edge of the bed. Tony shuffles over to drape himself over Steve's shoulders. He's warm and smells like grass and aftershave and Steve sinks back against him a little, finally able to relax. Dinner had been awful, he hadn't enjoyed it at all, and it's a relief to be home.

Tony seems to notice this and his head comes down to peer at him. Steve feels his fingers curl gently in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Hey, sorry, I came at you hard. How are you? How was dinner?”

Steve sighs. “Just...awful.”

Tony makes a sympathetic noise. “Damn politicians.”

“They're vile.” Steve sighs explosively as Tony digs his thumbs into his shoulders. “You seem to have had a better day,” he observes.

Tony rubs a little harder at his shoulders and then pats them, kisses the top of his head. “Come on, let's get you ready for bed. This will cheer you right up, and if it doesn't you can kick me out of bed.”

“Is that supposed to be an incentive?”

Tony's face crinkles with a grin, pleased but shy. “Come on,” he demands. “Change.”

So Steve strips out of his clothes, sighing with relief at how being free of them instantly makes his muscles unwind. He pulls on a loose pair of striped drawstring sleep pants and brushes his teeth while Tony waits for him on the bed, flipping through the book and giggling to himself. He's cute.

“Okay,” he declares when he's finished, “what's this about?” He drops onto the bed next to Tony, tucking a smile into his teeth when it nearly catapults Tony off. He props himself up on his elbows and tugs the book toward him when Tony pushes it over.

“First thing you need to know: I stole this off Pepper's desk,” he says, draping his arm over Steve's back and leaning his cheek into Steve's shoulder.

Steve eyes him warily. “Tony...”

“It's fine!” Tony hurries to explain. “It was in her outbox.” He crosses his heart. “She will not come for our heads for this.”

“All right,” Steve says and looks down at the book.

Tony taps the page and says with barely restrained glee, “Here, start here first.”

He then starts on my right foot, repeating the whole, seductive, mind-blowing process.

He’s going to kiss me there! I know it. And part of me is glowing in the anticipation.

Steve stares at the page. “Tony, what the hell am I reading.”

Tony giggles in his ear, fingers squeezing his shoulders. “No, no, wait, it gets better.”

He goes on, directing Steve to flip through pages, stopping him here and there to read selections. The prose is—terrible. Steve imagines if Dum-Dum and Falsworth had written a book it might sound a lot like this, though probably with a hell of a lot less references to “down there”. He starts reading the particularly bad lines aloud in the deepest voice he can muster until both he and Tony are in wheezing paroxysms of laughter.

“This is what people think is sexy,” Tony says, wiping tears from his eyes. “Truly, the world is a magical place.”

“I probably owe Fury another ten bucks,” Steve admits, lying back on the bed with the book held aloft over his face. “I can't imagine why you'd want to get tied up. I've never enjoyed it.”

Tony grins at him, face crinkled with affection. “Yeah, but you've only ever been tied up by supervillains.” Then his eyes light up. “We should try it.”

Steve's eyebrows creep up his forehead. “Try it?”

“Yeah,” Tony says, and rolls onto his belly, their hips bumping as he gets close. He presses onto his hands, propped up over Steve. Then he leans over, retrieving Steve's tie from where he'd left it at the foot of the bed. He waggles his eyebrows. “You wanna?”

Amused, Steve settles back and holds up his wrists, pressed together. “Go nuts.”

“You are so game, I love it,” Tony says, and starts looping the tie around Steve's wrists. Steve watches him work, happy and pleasantly relaxed after a half an hour spent laughing with Tony.

Tony finishes the restraint off with a big bow and Steve can't help but grin.

“Well?” Tony says. “Do you feel tingly down there?”

Steve tilts his head, pretending to consider the question. “I think I feel an itch.”

Tony laughs and then straddles Steve's hips, lowering his eyelids to half-mast. “What about now?”

Now there is some warmth gathering down there, but Steve's pretty sure it has nothing to do with the tie, and everything to do with Tony's body against his.

“Not doing it for me,” he says. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Tony leans down to kiss him with a smile and pushes Steve's bound hands up over his head, out of the way. As he kisses deeper into Steve's mouth, he presses down, pinning them to the mattress.

That's when Steve feels a jolt that goes straight to his dick. He sucks in a breath, startled, and Tony pulls back just far enough to look him in the eye.

“You o—ohhkay, wow,” he says, and Steve can feel the flush that's prickling across his cheeks and chest. He wriggles a little and that just makes shivers crawl down the length of his raised arms. Tony's looking at him, picking apart his expression. “You like?”

“Um,” Steve says, and then swallows thickly. “I—yeah. I think I do.”

Tony blinks at him, processing this. Then he licks his lips, eyes darkening a shade. “Do you wanna?” he says again, but this time low and rasping and Steve's breath catches.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “yeah, Tony—”

Tony rolls his hips and Steve moans, fingers curling into fists, hands still held firmly in place by Tony's.

Later, Steve lays on the bed, a little in shock, his head swimming in the afterglow. Tony's still panting, leaning heavily against his hip as he picks the tie loose from around Steve's wrists. “Holy shit, Steve,” he says. “That was—”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes.

“Unbelievable,” Tony says.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. Tony slumps down next to him, pressing up against his side even though they're both sweaty and still hot. Steve finally relaxes though, eyes slipping shut as Tony skims his hand down Steve's chest, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

“Wow,” is the last thing Steve hears him murmur.

–

“Pepper! Thank you for inadvertently inspiring some of the best sex Steve and I have had yet. And that's saying something.”

Pepper wrinkles her nose at him. “I really didn't need to know that, Tony. And what did I do to inspire you to greater sexual heights?”

“That book,” Tony says, tapping the desk where it had lain yesterday and hoisting a hip up onto the edge of her desk. “Inspiring.”

Pepper's eyes go wide and she reaches for the pile, hands growing more frantic when she doesn't find the book. “Fifty Shades of Grey? You— Tony, oh my god, are you all right? What the hell did you do? That book is—it's—it's disgusting. It's abuse wrapped up as a romantic love story, I was going to have it burned.”

She starts tugging at his sleeves, frantically scanning the skin underneath.

“Whoa, whoa, Pep, relax. All I did was tie Steve's hands together with his tie. He could have torn it to shreds with like, zero effort. No abuse, I promise.”

Pepper lets out a slow breath and smooths her hand over her hair. “Don't scare me like that, Tony. Promise me you won't imitate anything else in that horrible book. If you want to experiment with BDSM you can talk to Natasha.”

Tony stares at her. “Natasha. Natasha Romanova? Nat Natasha?”

Pepper gives him a wry look. “Yes, that Natasha.”

Tony thinks about it and then says, “You know, that is not surprising in the least.”

“Throw the book away,” Pepper orders. “And if Steve wants you to tie him up again, you'd better go talk to Natasha. She'll cut your balls off if you accidentally amputate Steve's hands.”

Tony stares at her some more. “That's a thing you can do?”

“That's a thing you can do,” she confirms.

“Oookay,” Tony agrees. “I will talk to Natasha.”

#steve rogers/tony stark #stony #steve/tony #musicalluna writes #i've forgotten how to tag #steve rogers #tony stark #captain america #iron man

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notsanguineatall · 4 months

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Huh

Did somebody mention me without @ing me? I had a notification but my iPhone ate it.

Or, you know, if you want to @ me with a sentence or two featuring a blorbo that's cool too.

#iborg #i've forgotten how to tag #i've forgotten how to tumblr in general #hello world

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asexualone · 1 year

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none of these words are in the bible

#imagine giving this to a victorian child to read #yes i'm alive #just not up for human interaction #yes still as aroace as ever #this telegraph article made me giggle so I thought I'd share #how is everyone #miss y'all #I'll be back someday bearing exciting news #after all I didn't lay around all this time #well I did but that wasn't everything #article #article headline #headline #funny wording #agatha christie #the telegraph #I would like to know the employee who wrote that #I've forgotten how to tag #queue

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pfizerprincess · 1 year

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I drew A Thing. Constructive criticism is welcome! 15 minute prismacolour sketch, I used this as a reference https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/1007750854100362116/

#art #my art #prismacolour #prismacolour pencils #My parents are at costco so it's loud music time #I've forgotten how to tag #please leave constructive criticism

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ethanneverwillbe · 2 years

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obligatory Birthday post. I normally don't celebrate my birthday so I thought as an Evangelo main that it would be the perfect opportunity to instead celebrate the birthday of a fictional character that doesn't have one just yet.

Though I may not have had the motivation to throw together a whole finished piece for this I did feel the need to grab an unfinished piece and give him a party hat :)

22/7/18

#b4b evangelo #b4b #evangelo #art #also gay people #Back 4 blood #back 4 blood Evangelo #I've forgotten how to tag

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ggukkiereads · 2 years

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Hi love, thank you so much for all your work! Everyone on this site really really appreciates it ♥️ Take ample breaks and stay hydrated!!

🌷 Aww Siya, what a fine day to be a little active on this blog after being on semi-hiatus and see this heartwarming message 😭. Thank you! Putting up reminders so I drink the recommended water intake.

I hope you are doing well and sending you tons of hugs and warm thoughts 😍

#🌷 chats #happy thoughts 😍#missgeniality #i've forgotten how to tag #help

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arrianna21 · 2 years

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I hope you don't mind me asking; I just came across your blog, your wolf Yoongi fic to be specific. My heart absolutely sunk seeing it wasn't actually complete. Is it a story you plan to update by chance?

Hi! Don't worry, I do plan on finishing all my stories at some point, it'll just take some time. Wolf!yoongi will not be abandoned!

#anon #replies #Caramel Eyes; Mocha Paws #I've forgotten how to tag #these poor asks have been collecting so much dust in my inbox i'm sorry

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skz-films · 6 months

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the director and the cameraman.

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papercupids · 1 year

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a second longer - kim mingyu.

part two.

pairing -> kim mingyu x reader

genre -> fluff, friends to lovers, kinda slowburn?

summary -> you've been friends for too long, and mingyu's had enough of the pining.

a/n -> this is one of my first works in over an year so be kind to me ^_^ and haha i apologize for it being a little shorter compared to my other works but i feel like this is how the plot should have played out! anyway feedback is much, much appreciated <3

The camera is old, and the quality is just down the drain, but somehow, mingyu still looks attractive, you blush a little as he makes eye contact with you and quickly turn your camera away from him, pointing it at wonwoo.

“Wonu! Smile,”

The tension between you both was evident to everybody in the room except you both, or maybe it was, you just refused to acknowledge it.

Even now, as mingyu smirks, you can feel your completely freezing up.

Nothing, nothing. It’s nothing.

And you continue to avoid his eyes as you put the camera back in your hand bag as if the only reason you agreed to this dinner wasn’t him.

You weren’t even sure how it had become so awkward with him suddenly, you both were a part of this friend group alongside wonwoo, joshua, some other friends of yours for years, and in april you’d have been crushing on mingyu for over an year.

Maybe it was that one drunk night in September, when during karaoke, you were so into the song that you ended up being inches apart from him, his face so up close that you could just. Kiss the mole on his nose.

That could be it, perhaps, even though you weren’t even sure he remembered it, or anybody else here did, it just embarrassed you so much that you made a pact with yourself to not drink more than a glass or two in these gatherings.

After everybody was done with the dinner, a few of them decided to hit the karaoke, tomorrow being a sunday, but you excused yourself, relieving war flashbacks from that place.

And wonwoo was leaving as well, having some urgent task to attend to, in the morning.

“Let’s-”

Before you could finish that sentence, someone interrupts you.

“Let me walk you home,”

Wonwoo looks between you both awkwardly and then nods, announces he’s going to take a bus from a stop a little ahead and your home is in the opposite direction.

By now, cold sweat has started breaking down your neck.

“Dinner was nice,” he offered to walk you home, but wouldn’t talk to you?

You try breaking the ice.

“Hmm,” he nods. Still not looking at you.

“How was your day?”

And he stops walking. You turn to him, puzzled. He makes eye contact finally.

“How long are we going to beat around the bush?”

A small “huh?” escapes your lips. When he doesn’t respond neither breaks eye contact, it’s obvious what he’s talking about.

“Uh, well, i-”

“I like you, y/n, i’m not going to pretend otherwise a second longer,”

You stand there speechless, in all the scenarios you imagined, this one was quite different. And while you really wanted to be the one to confess first, it was just a dream that he said what he did.

You step a little closer to him, inspecting the street and then looking at his lips as if asking for permission.

He whispers as he leans down a bit, “can i kiss you?”

You nod.

And as you pull away, you apologize.

“Sorry, i didn’t do that sooner,”

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