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taurizzz · 7 months

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You Got It, pt. 2

Bada Lee x Reader

Synopsis:

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Update: you could dance... a little bit now.

There's no mistaking you as the new Bada Lee, but you could follow easy choreography now. Which isn't much considering the talented dancer herself had been luring you into her dance studio every. single. day. since you guys met.

But it was safe to say you never learnt the choreography to "You Got It".

Instead, you had resorted to trying to film tiktoks of dance trends, which you still found challenging and Bada found amusing.

"You look like a rusty seesaw," the talented dancer laughs as she watches you stiffly move your hips side-to-side.

You huff, crossing your arms, "they're asking too much of me. How can I move my hips and keep to the beat?!"

Shaking her head while chuckling at your flare for the dramatic, Bada finds herself walking over to you. Step-by-step she shows you how to smoothly move your hips without your whole body following, and by some higher power, you can do it!

“I’m doing it, Bada!” You yell gleefully, rushing to hug your mentor.

Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer to you to her surprise. You feel Bada’s arms snake around your waist, your bodies mesh together like puzzle pieces. Her hot breath tickles your neck before you slowly pull away from her, much to Bada’s distaste yet she can’t help but feel warm inside when you flash her an excited smile.

“Let’s film this tiktok before I forget,” you laugh making Bada chuckle in agreement.

As you set up your phone, Bada can’t help but watch your every move with a sense of fondness. She did not expect you to become such a prominent part of her day, seeing you had become a necessity for Bada, so the dancer had resorted to forcing you to come to her studio every day since you walked into her class. There was something magnetic drawing Bada towards you, but she kept quiet about it, not sure whether you felt the same way.

You press start, allowing the “Girls Like Me Don’t Cry” by Thuy play.

You lip sync the beginning before slowly backing up to your place just in front of Bada. When the song transitions into the chorus, you and Bada start to move your hips to the beats.

Unexpectedly, Bada turns you around so your backside is now facing the camera and she places her hands on your hips. You feel your cheeks heat up as you give her a quizzical look, confused on what she’s doing but she continues to move her hips and so do you.

She leans her head down, resting her forehead onto yours, the eye contact going crazzzyyy. You nervously gulp, as you bring your hands around her neck. You forget the tiktok you’re filming as your faces inch closer and closer. You stare at Bada through hooded eyes as hers begin to close while leaning in more, your noses brush against each others and you can feel the exchange of your breaths.

A knock on the studio door startles you and Bada, causing you both to immediately let each other go. The atmosphere between you two turns awkward when a guy walks in, you remember him to be Howl, Bada’s second-in-charge.

You turn to busy yourself with your phone, trying to act natural as if you weren’t a millisecond away from kissing Bada.

Wtf was that y/n? What if she doesn’t even like girls? Thoughts are racing through your mind as you save the tiktok as a draft and then swipe out of the app, noticing that Gigi had messaged you saying she was done with her class now.

You stand up in a seemingly nonchalant way, congratulating yourself for coming off as super natural although you were internally shaking with nerves. Bada and Howl are talking about something in Korean, but you can see Bada glance at you, almost asking you not to go.

But you have to, so you smile awkwardly, clearing your throat, “I’m going to go now Bada, Gigi’s finished her class.”

A disappointed look flashes across her face but nods, “i’ll text you.”

You nod before turning around, speedily walking out of the studio, meeting up with your best friend, who was waiting outside. As you two wait for your Uber to arrive, you hurriedly whisper what just happened between you and Bada, and not surprisingly, Gigi couldn’t help but let out squeals of excitement, catching the attention of a few people who were around.

“Shut up,” you whack Gigi’s arm, “someone’s going to know from your big freaking mouth.”

She rolls her eyes as the Uber arrives, you both hop in and continue the conversation. Gigi turns her entire body in your direction before recalling what you told her, “so let me get this straight. You and Bada were filming a tiktok and she made a move on you but you guys didn’t kiss because Howl walked in?”

“Well I don’t know if she made a move or if I did,” you trail off, “I don’t even know if she’s into girls!”

Gigi laughs, shaking her head, “I think if she was about to kiss you, that would mean she’s into girls.”

Almost as if she knew you two were talking about her, your phone buzzes with a text from the devil herself. Gigi leans over your shoulder so she can also see what Bada has texted you.

Bada 😳

Hellooo

Sorry about Howl coming in

I’m sad you had to go so soon :(

Do you and Gigi want to come to a party tonight???

You share a look with your best friend who dramatically places her hand on her chest, “she’s so into you! Tell her yes, oh my god, y’all are going to start dating and get married!”

Your eyes widen from the intensity of your best friends comment, shaking your head quickly before quickly replying with a “that’s alright! and sounds good, we’ll come tonight!”

As you and Gigi pull up to your guys’ apartment, you thank the Uber and rush to get into your rented home. Bada messaged saying she’ll pick you two up at 8, leaving two hours for you guys to get ready.

You start to ponder on Gigi’s words… could Bada be into you?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Time Skip - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Just as promised, Bada pulled up to your apartment at 8pm on the dot. You couldn’t help but feel a blush form on your cheeks as you entered her car, punctuality is so hot.

Just not as hot as the tall girl smiling at you from the drivers seat. She’s wearing her infamous hat, which is tightened below her chin, a baseball jersey and some cargo pants. Her handsome vibe definitely did not help with the blossoming feelings you were forming for Bada, increasing them tenfold.

As Bada drives to the party, you sneak glances at her whenever you think she’s too busy to notice. Everything about Bada was catching your attention. From the way she’s driving with one hand to the way her tongue poked her cheek whenever another driver got on her nerves.

Everything about Bada was driving you crazy.

You didn’t even notice you three had pulled up to the party residence and that Bada had turned the car off already, not until she spoke your name with a quizzical tone, “y/n you alright? We’re here now.”

Clearing your throat, you nod frantically before stepping out the car. That was so embarrassing, what if she noticed I was checking her out?

Trying not to come off as a weirdo, you shake off your thoughts and follow Bada into the house with Gigi trailing after you. The house was crowded. There were plenty of people around, some were dancing, some were laughing with their friends and some were playing drinking games.

This wasn’t really your vibe, you preferred to stay home and drink with a couple of friends, but you knew this was definitely Gigi’s vibe so being a good friend, you’re going to suck it up and try to enjoy yourself.

Bada leads you to a group of people chatting in the kitchen, you’re assuming these are her friends. You were proven right when she began introducing you to them.

“Guys this is y/n and Gigi,” Bada smiles as she points at you and your best friend. You give them a gentle smile and a shy wave, quietly saying “hi” as Gigi says hello too.

“Y/n, Gigi, this is Redlic,” Bada points to a blonde girl who smiles behind her cup, “and you know these guys from dance class.” Howl, Lusher and Tatter all wave in unison.

Redlic begins speaking in Korean to the group of friends, and they all begin laughing at whatever she said. Trying not to stand there awkwardly, you look over at Gigi, who’s pointing to the drinks table.

“Want a drink?”

“Yes please.”

You both walk, well Gigi pretty much ran, to the table full of alcoholic beverages and began grabbing two soju bottles. “I know you’re supposed to take these as shots but I want to get fucked up since we’re leaving Korea soon.” Gigi pouts as she opens the two bottles, you guys clink and both take a chug at the drink.

It’s a dangerous drink, you think to yourself, as you can barely taste any alcohol. It’s also a dangerous drink because thirty minutes go by and you don’t even notice, you also haven’t seen Bada since she introduced you to her friends.

Feeling a pressure grow in your lower abdomen, you tell Gigi you’re going to the bathroom. She nods and asks if you want her to come, because girlhood, but you tell her not to worry and that you’ll be quick.

You had trouble finding the bathroom. It was a large house, one with many rooms and you just happened to be a victim of the directionally challenged disease. You have never been given the task to give directions, even when you’ve got a gps because you’re somehow going to fuck it up.

As you stumble slightly down a corridor, you find a door that seems like it could be to a bathroom. Something inside you was pulling you towards the door, so it clearly had to be your gut instincts telling you that this is the room you’re looking for.

Pushing the door open, it was not the bathroom.

In fact, it was far from a bathroom. It was the room you felt your soul get crushed in due to the sight before you.

Bada and Redlic were standing in the middle of the room, kissing each other just like you and Bada were close to doing earlier.

You heart shatters but you can’t bring yourself to look away, the sight engraving itself into your memory. At the sound of the door opening and footsteps, Bada pulls herself away from the blonde, seeing the last person she wanted to witness what just happened.

“Y/n, wait-” Bada moves towards you but you, in your state of inebriation, manage to run out the room before she could touch you.

Tears are threatening to spill down your cheeks but you can’t allow yourself to cry. There’s no reason to. It’s not like you and Bada are even together… so why does it hurt so much? Why do you feel like you’re breaking inside?

You find Gigi as you hear your name being called behind you. Ignoring the calls, you grab Gigi and without needing to say anything, Gigi understands the situation and you two rush out of the premises.

No one has followed you outside, much to your relief and dismay. You didn’t want to see or speak to her ever again, but you also wanted her to fight for you and show you that she cares about you. Are you not important enough for Bada to follow you out?

So Bada does like girls… just not me, tears finally drip down your cheeks as you and Gigi hop into your Uber.

As the Uber drives away from the house, you’re completely unaware of the girl standing in the middle street, too late as she watches your car disappear in the distance.

“What have I done?”

hellooo,

i hope you guys are having a great day!

or were, before bada broke your heart :(

anyways, thank you for reading!

lots of love,

j <3

#bada lee x reader #bada lee #bada lee x y/n #reader is a mess

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nanaslutt · 2 months

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minors and ageless blogs dni

thinking about jerking gojo off with an obscene amount of lube ^.^

the loud squelches echoing in his ears did very little to help him from blowing his load for the second time in five minutes. the cum and lube were all mixed together on his cock and your hands, which were furiously stroking his cock

both your hands were wrapped around his length while you jerked him off using a screwing, twisting motion that made his legs shake and jerk. each time your hand rubbed over his tip, fingers rubbing along his frenulum on the downstroke, his body jolted forward.

“it’s so wet, oh my god it’s so wet nggghhh-“gojo moaned helplessly, unable to process what to do with his hands as he went from gripping his hair, to the sheets, to your wrists, his unusually weak grip doing little to cease your strokes.

“it feels good huh? you want it tighter?” you ask, your voice so teasing and sultry, only adding to the intense ache gojo felt in his balls. gojo shook his head furiously, his hips unintentionally bucking up into your grip as he tried to excape the pleasure, “no, god- no i- i’m gonna cum if you do that.” gojo whined, his voice so breathy and broken.

his moans filled up the room, grunts and whines he was previously trying to hold back now spilling shamelessly into the open air against his wishes. ignoring his words, you squeezed your hands harder around his cock and put extra pressure on the downstroke when you rubbed your fist over his cock head.

he was leaking so much pre it was hard to tell weather or not he was cumming. his body was jolting and jerking around, his face permanently screwed in pleasure, the deep dusting over his cheeks that matched his flushed tip, it was all so beautiful.

“baby, baby- baby i said no, d-don’t do it tighter i’m gonna cum, baby i’m gonna cum-“ gojo cried, his voice breathy and high pitched as he did his best to try and warn you that he was dangerously close, closer than you thought he was. you were only able to moan in response when gojo released a long, loud whine of pleasure as his hot cum shot out of his cock.

the lube and his cum coated your hands and his cock, making them impossibly wetter. the mess had started to drip down gojo’s balls and between his thighs, making a mess on the bedsheets. gojo’s jaw fell open as his body was wracked with tremors, his eyes fluttered back in his head each time a streak of cum was released from his sensitive tip.

when gojo’s spurts got weaker, you brought your thump up to his tip and started rubbing against his frenulum, trying to coax more cum out of his ball. gojo released a yelp in response, his body curling in on itself as he sat up, using both hands to grip your own, stopping you from going any further.

“i-if you don’t stop, something else is going to come out.” gojo warned, breathing heavily, his eyes full of lust. “so let it.” you whispered, pressing your lips against his as you leaned forward against him, your body falling on top of his as the two of you crashed back against the sheets, your hand between your bodies, steady grip on his softening cock.

#gojo loves a mess #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #gojou satoru smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader

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stars-and-clouds · 7 months

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Astarion Romance Headcanons 🥀

SFW:

Side glances when you're besides him

Full on staring when you're not

Immediately looking away when you catch him

"You know the way he looks at you, don't you, soldier?"

His pinky itching towards yours when you're walking, wanting to hold your hand but unsure because, is it too much? Will you reject him?

His hands scrunching up your shirt tightly whenever you hug. He's always the last to let go.

You hold on longer and longer each time because he doesn't want to let go.

His kisses are tender and needy.

He likes the warmth of your hands.

Thinking of what tones will suit your perfume the best. He'll gift it to you after all this is over.

He'll sew the holes or tears in your clothes over the night and pretend he doesn't know what happened next morning.

When you move to kiss his cheek he will grimace in annoyance but lean in as you do it.

"Be careful around Astarion, (Tav). He's not serious about you.", the others will warn you. And Astarion will worry you'll heed their words more than his so he'll do so much to prove his love to you, not knowing that you already trust him (even if that is an objectively stupid thing to do lmao).

He started sleeping next to you from the moment you had sex but ever since you've entered the shadowlands, he ends up cuddling in the middle of the night. He misses the sun.

He likes kissing the palm of your hand or its back.

Likes to pack your bag before you leave camp.

"No one's ever going to love me like that again."

Ever since you told him that there's more to him than just beauty and sex, that he's hilarious, for instance, he finds ways to make you laugh. He loves it. He's started being a lot more sarcastic and makes more jokes just to hear your laughter. He'll never admit it, of course. Other than maybe when it's only you two.

Doesn't believe he will be able to love again if you let go of him.

"Don't be so nice to me." he says with round, needy and pleading eyes.

Thinking of ways he can show others you're together so others know you're not available.

Hiding his jealousy, terribly.

He will rip the throat out of anyone with malicious intent towards you.

"I will wait the whole of my life for you, Astarion." He doesn't believe it at first, but the longer you go on without sex the safer he feels and the more he wants you.

NSFW:

He sometimes cries silently at night, wishing he could make love to you without it feeling so tainted. He wants it so badly, but his past experience prohibits it. The pain of wanting something and being unable to have it only because of himself is too much. He blames himself too sometimes. Wishing he could give you more.

"I don't mind waiting.", you'd say.

"I do. I can't have you, no matter how much I want you.", he'd say.

When you cuddle him sensing he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck to hide his tears. The smell of you is comforting.

Needing you everytime you're tender with him.

Getting aroused when you hug during a kiss.

Wanting to kiss your skin all over, to make you cry from pleasure as you bury your face in his neck.

Wanting you to hold on to him for dear life as you climax.

When he's finally comfortable enough and takes charge of his own sexuality, he'll be so needy.

Realising that the two nights he had sex with you were nothing compared to how good making love to you feels.

When you give up all control to him, letting him do to you as he wants, the pleasure is almost too much bear. The power he feels is palpable and knowing it is you who trusts him so much will drive him near mad.

He will lose control many times so you have a safe word.

You both think of the stupidest word possible as a safe word. Something that makes you both laugh when it's used.

He likes over stimulating you, making you beg and he'll kiss you to calm you.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling.", he'll say stroking you even further and kissing your tears.

"Does that feel good, my love?"

The more you beg the more he loves it.

He likes playing with your hands, holding them in his, touching your fingers, comparing them to his while you rest on his chest, still warm from him being inside of you.

Resting his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat.

Staring at your face and body intently. Taking in every little reaction you make and replaying them over in his head throughout the day.

Staring at you longingly when you're both with the squad, failing terribly at focusing in battle or conversation.

Getting aroused when you're covered in blood.

Seeing you fighting, in general, turns him on. The smell of your sweat, your rapid heart beat, the way your body moves, all of it now only reminds him of making love to you.

Telling you to say his name whenever he's feeling good and you'll chant it as you cum. He loves how it sounds from your lips.

Resting his forehead against yours as he's close to cumming.

"Look at me.", he'll command you.

He likes when your hands rake his hair, pull his hair, tug it whatever. That slight bit of pain arouses him. Better yet, if you bury your nails into his skin.

He likes to look at you falling asleep. It's such a gentle thing. How can someone so strong otherwise be so soft around him? Why him? Why did someone like you choose someone like him? He can't believe he has you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50833876/chapters/128419966 I am updating these hcs on my ao3, if anyone is interested!

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umbrvx · 1 month

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can you guys come get this yaoi before i get shy

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #joongdok #trying to get better at drawing ship art.... waaaaa #also i wanted to do lineart bc i havent messed around with lineart/cel shading in super long #lineart is smth i do actually find fun but simpler cel shading is smth i also wanna work on soo #anyways... runs away

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meowpupp · 3 months

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I know price would let pup-soap fuck puppy-girl but would he share her with Simon?

tw:// hybrid smut, fem reader, overstim, messy sex, 3sum, absolute filth

owner!price who lets owner!simon fuck his cute girls cunt so he can see what a well trained pup feels like.

price sits in the corner of the room, eyes drinking in the scene. simon's hunched over you, nose buried in your neck, inhaling the sweet needy scent that rediateds off of you. hes 9 inches deep, almost brain-dead, the only thing he's able to think about being your hot, tight cunt.

you mewl and whimper under him, thighs shaking as he stuffs you again and again and again. he's thicker than price, stretching your walls to their limit. your whines only grow louder when he presses down on your tummy, making you feel every thick, veiny, inch as he rutts in and out.

simon's ruthless, manhandling your body however he likes. sure, he has a pup of his own. soap is more than satisfying, but to finally get his hands on something like you? a tight cunt trained to take cock like a champ? well, he can't control himself.

your only comfort is price, and even then, the man is mean. taking photos of your fucked out face, of your stuffed cunt as you leak cum all over the sheets. "just making sure simon has some souvenirs. you don't want him to forget how good you were hm? we'll make sure hes got some photos so he can show his pup how to behave."

you end up almost passed out. your cunt long past abused, body twitching and tensing as you cum for the nth time. simon has you pinned ass up, hand fisted in your hair. his other grips your hip tightly, pulling you back each time he slams into you.

a wet squelch sounds out with each thrust, only adding to the lewd atmosphere. you're a mess, cunt drooling down your thighs, staining his bedsheets, joining the mix of cum already there.

"s'fuckin good. fuck," his hips speed up, driving you towards yet another orgasm, "should be grateful you're not mine sweetheart. I'd ruin your poor lil cunt every fuckin night. let my mutt have the sloppy seconds."

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martinsorbit · 11 months

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He doesn't bite (probably)

Bonus:

#solar lunacy #fnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf security breach #fnaf dca #mars artz #80s mess and axolotls #moon x y/n #daycare attendant x reader #moon x reader #dca x y/n #dca x reader #y/n reader

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milkteabinniechan · 4 months

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Chan who strokes your hair whenever you are near him. Letting your head fall to his shoulder every time.

Chan who grazes your bottom lip with his thumb and stares longingly at your mouth

Chan who's fingers can spread your folds like silk and butter, making you arch your back instantly

Chan who claims you as his with bite marks and hickeys in places everyone can see

Chan who falls apart whenever you wear a skirt because all he can think about is burying his face in your thighs

Chan who licks and flicks your nipples slowly and playfully until your begging for him to fuck you

Chan who slams you into your mattress until you're a sweaty mess

Chan who calls you princess whenever you're covered in his cum

#bang chan #stray kids #skz smut #stray kids smut #chan #chan x reader #bang chan smut #christopher bang #bang chan imagines #chan imagines #i'm sorry #i'm a mess

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xythlia · 11 months

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too many fics about mc crying bc the obey me characters' cocks are so big not enough fics of the obey me characters crying bc their human body is so snug and tight and they just can't take it having to go so slow

mhm can't you just picture mammon near tears because god you're so warm, the way your pussy feel like it was made for him with every slow thrust. He wouldn't be able to pick up a rougher pace, too immediately drunk on the way you feel around him and far too afraid it would end too quickly.

Not to mention the noises you make, absolutely filthy moans of his name mixing with the slick noises of your cunt drawing him back in, as if you're refusing to let him go until he's spilled everything he could possibly give to you. It goes to his head, making his chest tighten and his field of vision is completely eclipsed by you: the way you look with your eyes screwed shut, the high pitch of your little whimpers as the head of his cock finds that spot that makes your thigh muscles twitch, the way you thred your fingers with his so tightly.

Any facade is stripped away when you've got your legs hooked around his hips, begging for more, pleading for him not to stop. If he could have his way, you'd stay like this forever. Ragged breaths puff past his lips, tear ducts stinging as you clench around him.

older brothers hcs based off this <3

#sorry i got carried away but its my gift to u bby <3 mammon would be a MESS for u #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #mammon smut

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morgana-ren · 7 months

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i love angst, and i love your writing, but please, PLEASE, i beg you, could you write some hope of tav ever returning now that the imbecile, has realised the error of his ways 🥺😭 (either way, thank you so much, for all your astarion writtings, it has made me feel things, the angst is real and my masochistic heart loves it🥲)

First part of the story HERE

Common complaint I got on that one! So I fixed it just for y'all. This ending is much less sad and much more sappy, so here is the comfort you need after all that angst!

"Darling, will you smile for me? Just once more. Please--"

He feels her cheeks in his palms, the soft skin against his battle-hardened callouses. Desperation cradles his unbeating heart, and for a moment, the emotion is far too much. A searing flame after centuries of frost. A bonfire in a blizzard. It hurts-- it burns--

"My love, I just need you to--"

"Anything my lord, anything at all for you. Simply command me and I will do anything you ask."

"No, I can't-- I-- I won't do it. I won't. I won't!"

"My lord?"

Her head cocks, turning slowly to look upon him, but her eyes-- they are empty; beetle-black and hollow. Her smile is uncanny as a painted doll, her movements disjointed and inhuman. Her teeth are stained crimson with blood, dripping, dripping, ever dripping down, never swallowed, only pooling.

She is light as a feather as she slips away from him, her skin marbling into a sickly gray before ash spreads across her body as a disease, smearing her form into nothingness. Only her face is left untouched, pretty as porcelain, unflinching and unfalling save a small crack that splinters down from her forehead down to her eyes, revealing inky black abyss beneath.

"My lord-- Oh, my tender, vicious lord. I can feel your anguish-- your hunger. Devour me to be whole once more--"

Her blood smells of rot and she--

She is too far gone to save. Too far gone to ever be saved.

"I won't!"

Whirlwind. Pain. Confusion and dread and seeping anguish. A maelstrom of rage and all-consuming despair swelling from within his soul—

—his soul?

The world around him falls away, a wicked tornado thrashing him about, his mind howling in the eternal winds--

And suddenly he is in a chair.

Not a throne. A chair— and a rather uncomfortable one at that.

"What in the hells—"

His vision spins, nausea curling his gut into a wicked tide of sickness barely restrained by his teeth. He tastes stale blood crawling up his throat, threatening to overturn onto the faded rug beneath him.

"Did you see what you wished for, little spawn?"

The voice takes him by surprise. It is not hers, but another, less familiar voice. The wailing animal in his head retreats to a dull roar as his memory creeps back. A brightly colored tent assaults his vision, piecemeal rugs and odd, foreign trinkets abound on makeshift shelves, and before him sits a strange old woman, hood pulled heavy over her straggling gray hair.

"I-- What was that?"

He sees her cracked, aging lips upturn, gnarled hands placed protectively over a strange orb on the table touching his knees. "I have shown you your future, vampling. Was it to your liking?" Panic rises within his stomach again, and though he does not breathe, he clutches his chest. The smell of incense clogs his nostrils and again, the wave of sick threatens to spill forth. Wretched taste of metallic, aged blood sits heavy on his tongue, all sensation too much-- all of it too much.

"No-- No, that cannot be it!"

"This is your path, Pale Elf. The road you walk. The power you seek is well within your grasp, but as I told you before, it will cost you everything."

He vehemently shakes his head, denying it. Denying it before her and all the Gods.

"You told me upon entry that no price was too great for your reward. Do you still agree with this sentiment?"

"No! Not-- not her. Not her. Not that! I couldn't--"

"You can and you shall, sure as the moon follows the sun. You will have everything you ever wanted, but cost of this ritual is plain before you. You cared not for the many souls left to your mercy that are crushed beneath your tyrannical fist in your ascension, but what of the sole one that resides in your heart?"

Her. The light of his life. The air he breathes. The sun on his frigid flesh, the warmth that melts his icy heart.

"No," He hisses, trying to stand, but ultimately unable to muster the strength. "I won't! There-- There must be another way. Show me!"

"There is no other way," She says, solemnly. "It is inevitable."

He swallows down the information like a boulder lodged in his gullet. Her words echo endlessly in his mind, bouncing off the walls and lodging shards of ice directly in his soul.

"What if I-- What if I don't ascend? Tell me, what if I don't?"

She smiles again, teeth flashing through her thin lips. "That is another path, little elf." "I need to know. I-- I need certainty. I won't do this to her, but I--" He pauses, grappling with everything in his mind, desperately flitting about to absorb it all. "If I am going to forgo this, I need to be certain. I need to know that I can protect her, that she will be safe--"

But the woman simply shakes her head.

"Everyone must choose. For some, the path is dark, but for you, you see more than most will ever have the comfort of knowing. I can offer you nothing more. Should you initiate the Rite, you know this will come to pass. I can tell you nothing more if you choose to not. The future is yet unwritten, and the quill resides in your hands." "Then why can I not have both!" He slams a fist on the table, clawing at the soft wood. For the first time in ages, tears prick at his pale lashes and frustration wells a knot in his throat. "Why--" "Because one path is wholly your own, while the other is a tangled web, such is the nature of deals with the Hells. You will get everything you ever wanted and lose everything that made it worth having."

His head slumps, defeated and miserable. Silvery tears slide down the curves of his cheeks, even as he attempts to bite them back. He thought he would find comfort in knowing the future, but all it has given him is utter horror.

"Despair not," She continues. "Yes, you will wither under the sun, an eternally cursed dweller of the night, but all is not lost, is it? The one you love, will she stray from your side?" "I wanted her to have better than that," He sniffles, needling his lip with a fang. "I cannot brave the sun, but her-- She deserves better than that-- better than me."

"And what of what she feels?"

His brows furrow, and he peers up at the woman from tear-beaded lashes.

"You are a night walker; it is in your nature to be selfish. But love is not selfish, little vampling. You must fight your nature, your inherent self-loathing, or your love will always find the fire. What of what she desires?"

"She loves me," He says with absolute certainty. "And I--" "Do you love her?"

"Yes," He hisses, almost insulted that she would ask. "More than anything. I'm here, aren't I?"

"Then the rest matters naught. If you love her, you will allow her the agency to choose-- something you deny her as an ascendent. You must grow past your own follies. To love is to be vulnerable, and you must allow both yourself and her this freedom."

They are hard words to swallow, and yet, he feels the truth resound in them. She would not leave his side, even as he tried to force her to understand. Even as an instrument of his manipulation and schemes came to light, she stood steadfast with him, hand entwined in his, ready to face the fire together.

"I-- I need to know she will be safe."

Again, the woman shakes her head. "You cannot. You must fight fate if you wish to overturn it. You face dire odds, though throwing the dice in your favor now will doom you later should this outcome be the confirmation of your fears."

He sighs, face crinkling as he sniffs once more, summoning the willpower to swallow down the agony of his choice. He finds the strength in his legs to push himself upward from the chair, weak and shaking as a newborn fawn as he does so. "I will do whatever I need to. Anything."

"Then you may yet see this through."

He can hear the fanfare of the circus outside, the bawdy bards strumming away on their lutes and banging on drums, the elated screams of the children and their parents. Facing the light now seems impossible, but he must find his way home to her-- he has to be with her now now now--

"The coin first, boy."

He snaps out of his delirium only long enough to fish his hands into one of his pockets, bringing out a coin. Aged and neglected, the sinister engraving of a skull peers up at him from his palm, ruby eyes gleaming in the light as he tosses it into the woman's knobbily-jointed hands.

"Best of luck to you, night-child," She tucks it away. "We may yet meet again." "No offense, but I hope not."

"Me too, Little Star."

He pays little mind to the bustling streets and bursting taverns of Baldur's Gate, his feet carrying him back to camp as swiftly as his body will allow. It takes him until sundown even as he damn near jobs, ripping through the tree line and into the ruins with the intensity of a man starved.

"Astarion!" Karlach greets him, trying to wave him over. "I've got a bet with Gale about--" "Where is she?" Astarion immediately cuts her off, looking around frantically.

"Who?" Karlach raises a brow.

"Who else?" Wyll crosses his arms, looking intrigued at Astarion's intensity.

"Oh! In her tent, I think. Why? Gotcha a special something' in town for her, eh?" Karlach tries to rib at him, but he pushes past her without a second glance.

"Bet it's a fancy new dress he needs to tear off of her immediately," Karlach rolls her eyes before returning to her business.

He bursts into her tent to find her hunched over a book, tongue poking from between her teeth, as she scans over the page. This only lasts a few seconds before he scrambles onto the bed, squeezing her as tightly as he can manage, burying his nose into her hair, tears brimming in his eyes once more.

"Woah, hey!" She laughs, carefully setting her book aside, trying to discern what in the hells he is mumbling endlessly into her neck.

Need you-- need you-- love you-- can't lose you-- don't ever--

She hushes him, realizing something has gone terribly, terribly wrong, kissing his head and tugging him close. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She tries to cup his cheeks and bring his face up but he adamantly refuses, hard-swallowing the urge to bawl into her shoulder with every ounce of willpower he has. All he can manage is to cling to her, half sobbing, visions of that terrible future swimming in his head. He cannot let it come to pass, he will not--

And she holds him, cradling him in her arms, hushing him gently. Her face creases with worry, running her hands through his silvery hair as he pulls him into her lap.

"Little Star, what's wrong? You seem so upset. What can I do to make you happy, my love?"

"Is it done?" Ulma leans down as she enters the tent, carefully dodging the intricate tassels of the blanket strewn over the entryway.

"It is," The strange old woman replies, still rubbing the coin with her worn thumb.

"And?"

"I showed him nothing but truth," She says quietly. "I did not manipulate his vision. Only channeled it."

"That tells me nothing. I need to know if our children are safe."

"I cannot tell you this, Ulma. You know of the ways of our tribe; our relationship with these magics." Ulma's lips purse, her exasperation evident in her humorless expression. "I need to know--"

"His reaction was genuine. That was not my doing. He knows the price of power. I cannot tell you if he will pay it regardless," The old woman's head lifts, a slight mischievous smile playing on her lips. "But I can tell you what I think."

"And what do you think?"

"I have seen his soul-- the heart of it. I believe you will see our children yet. He will spare our heart to spare his own in kind. It beats in that woman," Her eyes twinkle in the low candlelight, a genuine smile widening across her cheeks. "I believe he can find redemption yet."

#morgana and friends #astarion #astarion spoilers #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #heh that last one messed yall up huh #heres a fix for it #SUPER sappy FYI #SO ENJOY!#I don't usually write sap (or angst) so I am bad at this #sorry its bad fellas #I GENUINELY could not think of a way for him to fix him becoming her cazador so uh #have a retconn #call this a fast fixer upper lmao

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lunarwednesday · 6 months

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someone died, someone lived

#orv side story #orv side story spoilers #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #kdj #lee hakhyun #STORM IN A TEACUP MESSED ME UP #in a good way

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ghouljams · 6 months

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Rotting my brain thinking of Simon "praise kink" Riley being a pillow princess. Big scary Ghost that walks around with a perpetual glare, staring down his nose at everyone and being the most intimidating man in any room, who would ever expect that he can be reduced to a begging mess with a few softly spoken words. He never whimpers, never whines, but somehow the growls and groans sound even more desperate when he tries to buck up into you. He's so good at following orders too, eager to please, he'd do anything if you asked. If you press his hands against the mattress on either side of his head and tell him to keep them there he's not gonna move.

He's a good boy. Please tell him he's a good boy. Please please please. He's so good, don't you see how good he's being? Isn't he pretty on his knees? Isn't he devout in his worship? Doesn't he deserve to be praised? He does, he does, he does.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost being a closet switch is doing unspeakable things to my mind #he's a dom until you ask if he wants to try bottoming #and then hes a MESS #headboard hunk

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wwilsonbarness · 9 months

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i messed up...

pairings: bucky barnes x pregnant!reader

summary: you go against what you and bucky agreed, how will he react?

warnings: angst, pregnant reader, asshole bucky, none more i think?

word count: 1219

a/n: Bucky's a major ass in this but i have part two started if anyone is interested :)

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :)

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.

part 2

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You didn’t mean to mess up this bad, you just wanted a normal day, a day where you could leave the tower alone without an Avenger there to protect you.

You knew what you signed up for when you and Bucky became official. He had told you so many times that being with him put you at risk but you didn’t care, you loved him too much to be without him. He had insisted that since that day you would have someone there to protect you at all times, you knew it was in a loving way it was a lot to handle, and ever since you and Bucky discovered you were pregnant it had only gotten more intense. You knew it was for the better but it was suffocating you, which is why you went to the store alone this morning. It wasn’t far from the tower and you would be back within the hour, surely nothing could happen in that time?

On your walk home your phone started to buzz, and not just once but it kept buzzing until you opened the chat and the messages started loading in. They were from Sam, the first was a picture of you, from just 15 minutes earlier, you were reaching up to the top shelf in the store and your shirt had risen up, making your bump slightly more visible. How someone noticed that you have no idea. The rest of the text messages were fairly calm but the last one made you panic.

Sam

where are you? let me know you’re okay please Y/n are you safe? He doesn’t know yet.

Shit. Bucky was going to be furious at you, he had told you so many times not to go out alone because of this very reason. Now everyone was going to know that you and Bucky had a baby coming. You and Bucky had both agreed that you would keep your pregnancy between as few people as possible, for the baby’s safety and now you’ve compromised that. Only the other Avengers, your family and a couple of friends knew about it.

Unintentionally you slowed your pace for the rest of your walk, sending Sam a quick text to let him know you were safe and on your way back. You were scared to face Bucky but at least you could tell him yourself before he found out online or by Sam.

It doesn’t take long even with your slow pace to get back, you hesitantly push the button for your floor, mentally preparing yourself for facing Bucky. He had been especially insistent on keeping your baby away from the public because of his long list of enemies and being a part of the Avengers meant that list was forever growing.

When the lift dings and the doors open you pause for a second before stepping out, first you check yours and Bucky’s bedroom but it’s empty so you head for the common room. When you walk in Bucky’s there, as well as Sam, Tony, Natasha and Steve. At first glance things look normal, and no one notices you walking in until you speak. “Hi..”

That’s when Bucky turns around, his jaw was clenched together, brows furrowed, anger practically seeping out of him. He knew. You want to apologise but you can’t manage to get any words out. A few seconds pass before Nat’s voice breaks the silence. “Are you okay Y/n?” You nod towards her, fidgeting with your fingers trying to distract yourself from the shouting match you knew was about to begin. You’d seen Bucky angry before but never this much and never because of you.

“Bucky, I’m so-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence before he interrupted you

“Did you not listen to anything I said to you? Did you really just ignore everything? I told you this would happen but what? You just did it anyway?“

“Buc-“ He wouldn’t listen, his words were spilling out of him. He didn’t even know what he was really saying. He was just so scared and angry at himself for not protecting you and your baby.

“You’ve seen what the people we deal with can do and you still acted like a complete idiot.” You could hear muffled sounds of Sam and Nat trying to stop him from going any further but all you could focus on was Bucky’s words.

“No. How could you make such a careless mistake?”

Your eyes were growing wetter with each word he said but you tried to keep yourself composed. You didn’t feel as if you had any right to be upset, you were the one who messed up.

“I wasn’t trying to..” You attempt to interrupt him and defend yourself but at this point you knew that was pointless.

“I mean seriously,” He pauses for a moment, contemplating his next words, “it’s like you don’t care about our baby at all.”

Oh. That one hurt. He had to know you cared right? Your baby was everything to you. Could he really think you didn’t care?

Tony had stayed quiet up until now. “Enough James!” He screeched from behind Bucky, “I won’t let you talk to Y/n like that, either calm down or leave my tower.”

You knew he was going to be angry at you but you were not prepared for this much of it. Bucky stares at you for a few seconds before he walks out, dropping his head down to your stomach and scoffing as he does so. Now it wasn’t just anger you felt from him, it was disappointment too.

You can’t bring yourself to move from the spot you’ve been standing in since you arrived, the only thing breaking you out of your trance was someone’s hand on your shoulder. You weren’t sure who until they spoke. “Y/n? Are you alright?”

It was Sam, you manage to turn to him and stutter out, “I‘m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He brings his hand up to your head and pulls you gently towards him for a much needed hug. “He’s not angry with you, he’s just scared. It’s gonna be okay.”

“I just wanted to do something for myself, I don’t want to have to rely on an Avenger everytime I want to go to the store.”

“I know, he shouldn’t have gotten angry like that. I’m not making any excuses for him but he’s never felt love like he does for you. You and this baby are everything to him, he’s scared to lose you.”

“Do you think he’ll forgive me?” Your voice is quiet, almost too quiet but Sam can just hear you.

“I know he will, he just needs some time to cool down.” You nod your head against Sam’s chest, part of you knew Bucky would forgive you but an even bigger part of you believed you had messed up too bad.

You reach into your bag and take out the small white teddy you bought, when you read the words printed on its tiny outfit you start to cry harder. It read, “Best Dad Ever”, you just hoped Bucky would forgive you so you could give it to him.

If you could go back to this morning and change your decision you would. You just want things back the way they were.

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215-luv · 1 year

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HQ AS YOUR TYPICAL HIGHSCHOOL BOYS WHO HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

KAGEYAMA: a shy guy who needs the mental support of the whole volleyball team just so he could initiate a conversation with you. whenever you’re in the same room as him he just suddenly finds himself all stiff and unable to function properly. the amount of times where he catches glimpses of you is hilarious because he couldn’t speak a damn word to you no matter how much he wants to.

OIKAWA: to him, there’s something romantic about surprising you by leaving gifts on your desk and locker and there isn’t one day where he forgets to do that, no matter what the occasion is. during huge events such as Christmas, valentines day, you name it — he has everything planned out just for you. he’s actually good at being romantic and he knows that to himself. he’s spoiled you so much and he’s just at the peak of having a crush on you, what more if he’s in a relationship with you.

USHIJIMA: he’s the definition of actions over words. ushijima doesn’t talk much, but his intentions reflect clearly through his actions. one day, he offers to carry your things for you. another day, he offers you his sweater because he hears you complaining how cold the weather is — and that nearly scared the shit out of you because you’re literally at the other end of the classroom?? whenever you’re walking through the stairs, he’ll offer you his hand for support. if he notices your discomfort in a big crowd, he’ll use his body to support you incase someone might bump onto you while using his arm to support your lower back.

HINATA: he’ll always greet you with a ‘good morning y/n! :D’ or a ‘hi y/n! what a lovely morning, is it? how are you doing!’ with a smile on his face every morning before class starts and it goes the same when it’s time to go home ‘cause he always makes sure to see you at the beginning and at the end of his day. he’s so sweet because although he couldn’t bring you home due to volleyball practice, he’ll tell you, ‘have a safe trip home y/n!’ or ‘i’ll see you tomorrow y/n! make sure to send me a text when you’re home, kay!’

TSUKISHIMA: he still sends snappy remarks to you, but the difference between the way he is to others compared to you is detectable. very. so much so that everytime tsukki interacts with you, kageyama looks at him as if he’s possessed. his feelings for you comes out in a different way, but the soft glint from the way he gazes at you reflects his true intentions — because at one point he hears you complaining how you’re having a hard time at a certain subject, and suddenly he drops a whole ass notebook infront of you, all containing his notes of the lesson. he raises an eyebrow at the confused look you’re giving him, “why are you looking at me like that? we don’t want you failing with your empty head, don’t we?” he says with a snicker,,, and a slight blush on his cheeks.

KUROO: he doesn’t hide the fact that he has a crush on you. it doesn’t surprise you with the fact that he’s already leaning against the door frame of your classroom after classes has ended. he also isn’t shy with the fact that he’s sending you winks from across the cafeteria or hallways (he knows you like it). passing by him through the school hallway, at that short moment, he sends you a glance, a cheshire smile on his face as he greets you with a ‘hey pretty’ before passing by you as if he didn’t do shit at all.

AKAASHI: he’s so attentive when it comes to you. he’ll open doors for you and let you enter or leave the room first before he does. everyone is actually close to having no clue whether he has a crush on you or not ‘cause he’s naturally polite in general —but the thing is, his gaze on you is so loving??? it’s not the kind of look he’s ever given to anyone at all & i’m pretty sure the volleyball team has caught up with his intentions towards you. it doesn’t take long until they’re being ridiculously loud at teasing akaashi about it especially when they keep catching him looking at you with that gaze again.

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katsukiizmoon · 7 months

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Katsuki walking into the house and seeing a candle burning, only to immediately back track and strip at the entrance. He pads through the freshly cleaned house only clad in boxers and socks. He already knows not to mess anything up. Once a candle is lit, you don’t touch anything in the house.

“Better put this shit in th’hamper before she beats my ass.” He grumbles, tossing his dirty laundry in it’s respective place.

You smack his butt anyways when he’s getting ready to shower and thank him for not dirtying up the clean floors.

#he knows damn well not to mess up my clean house dawg #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki fluff

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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OMG SAW UR ASKS WERE OPEN AND I RAN SO FAST HFJDJSBS

Anyways ok so imagine *trips over my own feet* imagine uhm baking cookies *stumbling* baking cookies with Lilia:3

No pressure ofc! I hope u will enjoy writing this if u do! And make sure to drink after and take care of urself!

Flour Belongs In The Cookies; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, fluff, some pining

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Cloudy, you do know how bad his cooking is, right? Besides that, I hope you enjoy what I did with this little prompt!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You knew full well going into this that Lilia … wasn’t the best person to leave around food. Well, you didn’t know to the full extent how ‘bad’, ‘revolting’, and ‘utterly cursed’ he was according to his dormmates (and adoptive family? Still trying to wrap your head around that one, to be honest).

Yet, as you were both adding ingredients to the batch of cookies you were making, he had done nothing to tamper with the recipe or mess up by accident. Perhaps Silver, Sebek and Malleus were just overexaggerating it? Lilia has been completely fine, a great helper even!

“So,” you cleared your throat, breaking the quiet (which was both comfortable yet awkward). “Why did you want to bake cookies with me? Not that I mind, just curious is all.”

Lilia looked up from the wet and dry ingredients he was combining and offered you a cheeky smile with a wink. “Hmm, do I need a reason to do so,” he breathed with a silent chuckle, sneaking some of the raw dough into his mouth.

You tutted, taking the bowl away from him. “I don’t need you getting sick from eating that now–”

But your attempt at lecturing was silenced by a small puff of flour being slapped gently on your cheek; a white handprint now on it. “RUDE!”

Lilia was having a good old laugh, from either getting flour on you, the shocked expression on your face, or a combination of the two (knowing him, it was bound to be the last one). He was actually getting pink in the face because of it; was he even taking breaks from laughing to breathe???

“Ah, lighten up! Plus,” he paused and covered your hand in flour and gently slapped it on his cheek, “there, we match now.”

His magenta eyes were twinkling with mischief and you found yourself gently shaking your head and chuckling. Sighing, you picked up some flour with your hands and made it look like you were just going to cover the countertop with it, but you swerved, and slapped it into Lilia’s hair.

Lilia coughed, and rubbed at his eyes, trying to get the flour out of his eyes, but once he opened them again, you were gone. So we’re playing games now? But he just wheezed in delight and gave chase, a cup full of flour on hand so he could repay the favour. After all, since you both had matching handprints on your cheeks, you deserved to be bestowed some flour on your head.

“And here you were saying it was rude of me for that first move,” he called out into the dorm. They couldn’t have gotten far now.

He heard the curtains ruffle, and he floated over, not making a sound.

Peaking oh so carefully behind the curtains, he spotted you, silently giggling to yourself. And that’s when he made his move.

“Found you!~” And he sprinkled the flour over your head; much more gently than you did to him.

You groaned, knowing it would take a bit to get the flour out from everything… but the way Lilia floated overhead made it look like he was sprinkling snow… was he always this pretty? Even with him covered in flour, you still felt your heart flutter.

You mentally slapped your cheeks though, and got yourself up.

“Guess you did… but that was fun,” you chuckled, dusting yourself off to the best of your ability.

The moment though was ruined by your smoke alarm going off; it was a wonder that those even worked, but hey, at least they worked.

Rushing to the kitchen, you opened up the oven to have a mass of black smoke smelling of burnt food of some sort enveloping the both of you.

“What happened?!” You coughed out, trying to open up the windows and doors to let out the smoke.

Lilia grimaced, “Ah… perhaps I set the oven too high.”

And even though you had fun making the now coal-like cookies, perhaps store-bought would have been better…

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#twst #twst x reader #twst x gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x gn reader #just be happy the cookies burned and that you didn't have to eat them cuz he definitely messed with them when you ran #also enjoy getting flour out of the floorboards <3 #how tf did i write this in under an hour???#cloudy!#cloudy do not trust this man's cooking PLEASE #lilia is a little shit and i love that for him

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