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cakeheavenly999 · 2 months

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Hi there💛 If im not too late may i request a smuttie sleepover with Ace Trappola?💛 I dont think he gets enough attention and I really like your writing style, thank you in advance!💛

Slumber Party

ace trappola x fem!reader wc: 727 tags: mutual masturbation not beta read!

thank you for the request! it sounds super fun to write! i did my best! i actually really like ace!

ramshackle was getting an emergency renovation after a magical explosion(thanks to grim) in your kitchen. when you had wailed to your friends ace and deuce, the fiestier between the pair suggested you come and sleep in heartslabyul and share a bed with him. his expression was smug, and he clearly expected you to turn him down for the third time.

but you didnt. you instead agreed to his offer with hopeful eyes, assuring him that you and grim wouldnt cause trouble during your stay. he looked shocked by your answer but didnt claim that he was joking like before. and now, here you were.

grim was sleeping soundly beside deuce in a bed not too far from yours. his soft snores filled the room as you laid curled up beside ace with your eyes fluttering open and close. he was awake and so were you. you were centimeters apart in the bed, originally starting out with a foot of space between you. your fingers would sometimes touch, your legs would rub against one another, and eventually the two of you would roll over to face one another.

“are you tired?” you asked him softly, reaching to pull at the hem of his shirt. a soft gasp left your lips when you felt something hard pressing against your belly. he shook his head in the darkness, and gently wrapped his hand around your wrist. “im having trouble sleeping so…” he trailed off as his grip loosened. he looked away from you, struggling to keep his hips still. “i need to go to the bathroom.” he murmured as you chewed at your lower lip. “its a guy thing, you wouldnt get it.”

he sounded pouty and slowly prepared to sit up. “what if i help you?” you offered, rubbing your thighs together feeling excited by the idea. “we dont have to.” ace muttered awkwardly and reached to move the covers aside. you moved your hand to palm at his hard-on tucked beneath his boxers. “i want to.” you purred softly and leaned in closer. your lips met his in a gentle kiss, lips meshing sweetly together as a soft moan left ace. you massaged him gently as he deepened the kiss. his hips rolled against your hand and he began to relax beneath the covers.

his hands pulled at your pajama shorts as you eased his boxers down. hands fumbled in the dark as he began to massage your pussy with his fingers. your tongues collided and swirled, silencing your moans and whimpers as ace slipped a finger inside of you.

this was something you had wanted for a while. you always thought ace was cute. even with his nasty personality and the way he would tease you. how he was the first person you met when you came here. how he was the first person by your side no matter what. a soft yelp escaped when he pushed another finger inside you and pumped hurriedly against a bundle of nerves that left your stomach twisting with need.

his cock was hard in your palm and you stroked slowly. you pulled away from the messy makeout in dire need of air. your could feel yourself nearing the edge from the way his fingers pumped and pressed against that bundle of nerves inside of you. his thumb gently rubbed at your clit, leaving your legs shaking. you could see his face reddening as you rubbed your thumb against the slit of his cock. the pearl of precum left his tip sticky as you pumped and pumped, feeling him twitch and flinch beneath you. “fuck m’gonna cum…” he whined under his breath as you moved your hand faster, and you rolled your hips against his fast pumping fingers. your heart was racing in anticipation. you wanted to cum. you wanted ace to cum.

“feels good. feels so good…” he groaned, his hips humping against your hand as he curled closer to you. your lips were captured in a messy kiss as you came undone on his fingers with a soft sob. with rough and messy strokes, ace groaned in your mouth, and opalescent sperm coated your knuckles and fingers. hot and sticky, leaving you both spent beneath the blankets. you and ace pulled away, panting softly in the darkness. you were glad you shared a bed with him this time.

#꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ requests #꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱hentai!#ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #ace trapolla x yuu #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola x you #ace trappola smut #ace trappola twst #twst ace #twst smut

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leonsbunny · 5 months

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May I request a William Birkin, first time kissing fluff

Lovefool!

( William Birkin x gn!reader || first time kissing in his car ♡ reader works at Umbrella like William )

Like the gentleman he was, he opens the passenger's seat for you before letting himself in the driver's seat. “Much warmer here, right honey? Sorry for keeping you waiting.” He murmurs softly, plopping down in his seat. He turns on the radio, and a soft guitar strum fills the small compact car.

He sinks into his seat, mumbling the lyrics quietly to himself. “Oh, honey, we're really in it now..” He commented, he sounded tired. Working at Umbrella wasn't for the weak. “Just because there's new interns doesn't mean it's the end of the world, dear.” You reply, chuckling and laying your head on his shoulder. Your arm linked around his, you sigh too. You didn't want to admit that you were tired. You believed that if you seemed okay, that he'd believe it and be okay too.

The music from the radio seemed to fizzle out of sight, out of mind. “As long as we have each other, it'll be okay.” You say, leaning against him. “We have each other right now, so it'll be okay?” He asks, looking at you with expectant eyes. If you said everything would be okay, he'd believe it. In a heartbeat.

You smile softly and nod your head “Honey. It'll be okay.” You confirm, he was so close to your face that he could just kiss you. He wants to kiss you. It'd be like something out of a movie to him. He wanted it to be perfect, a perfectionist, as always.

He hesitates to get closer to your face. He doesn't know why. Maybe he was afraid to let you down? How could he let you down anyway? William didn't know. He wasn't the best at making the first move for his life of him. He wasn't the confrontational type, no, not one bit.

Instead, he hugs you close. Not a kiss, not just yet. He holds you in his arms, jacketed and sterile lab coat sleeves brushing against your cheek. “I love you, dear. You know that, right?” He says softly against your scalp, resting his cheek atop your head. “Very much. I love you very much.” He adds, hand pressing gently against your neck to keep you close to him. As if you'd disappear if he didn't.

He looks to you for your reaction, your eyes closed. His eyes go from your face to your lips, back to your face.

You feel William's eyes on you, making you open your own. “What's wrong, honey?” You ask, noticing the way he looked at you. The same look he'd give you when he wanted a bite of your food. He wanted something.

“C-can I..” William cringes at his stutter, clearing his throat. The man felt smaller, even in the compact car you were both in. A momentarily silence between the two of you is filled once again with the music coming from the radio. Like white noise, it drowned out the silence till he spoke again.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks shyly. He was glad that the lamp posts adorning the sidewalks were dim. He didn't want you to see how pink he was right now. Pink in the face, cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears. Baby mouse pink, you'd say if you saw his face right now.

Thank God you couldn't, he'd probably disintegrate in his seat from how flustered he'd be if you teased him for it.

“Kiss me?” You repeat his question, this time to yourself. It was cute, that he'd ask to kiss you before actually doing it. He just had to know, didn't he? Had to make sure.

You smile to yourself, though he can't see it because of how dark it was inside the car. “Course you can, hon. Don't need to ask-” He cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours in a messy fashion. Cupping your face in his hands messily, saved his first kiss for you. What a gentleman.

He pulls away as quick as he pulled in, turning from pink to red as he turns on the car light to see you. Your face. You were surprised, quickly your face heats up at the realization.

#꒰͡ ♡ william birkin ♡ ͡꒱ㅤ #william birkin x reader #william birkin x you #william birkin #resident evil x you #resident evil fluff #‧ ₊ ﹒ ୨ ♰ ୧ ﹒ ₊ ‧#໒꒰ྀི ◞ ◟꒱ྀིა requests !!🗯

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grossditz · 7 months

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jia's bookstore ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

i created this blog as a safe space for me and other plus size poc readers! sometimes i do get really inactive but its because i'm in school and in love so i don't have time to write as often!! i also get overwhelmed so very quickly when its too many requests so pls be patient n kind with me ᴖᗜᴖ i don't bite you can talk to me! i love making friends n i'll try my best to be as consistent as possible!!!

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ guidelines，masterlist，recent ꩜

#my bella all mine ₊˚⊹ ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა ♡#jia rambles ʚïɞ #jia 📔 recs !#requests are closed 📁

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chaenqen · 8 months

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chaenqen-ies tags !!

here is an orientation point for me (and you guys) that you can use for orientation. explanations for each tag is underneath every ###

tags underneath cut

#૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა cuddly !!

fluffy fluffy stuff

#ᰔᩚ ·˚ ༘ suggestive ⤸

suggestive stuff like make outs etc.

# [ ☄ ] ; ˚ ༘.⑅ ₊ angst

stuff like bullying and de@ths

#˗ˏˋ ☻ ˎˊ˗ chaenies favs !!

my favorites or the fics i recommend.

#₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ two shot ๋࣭٬*ᕀ𖣦

fics that have two parts. (rarely use this tag…)

#᧔♡᧓ one shot ༘

fics that have only one part. (i rarely us this tag too💀)

#໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა requested ᶻz

requested by you guys.

#𖦹ੈchaenqen o’clock •᷄ࡇ•᷅

posts that don’t have to do with my works/me talking or informing you guys about smth.

#— { your mom }

for my series your mom. so you can easily find it !

#— { basileia }

for my series basileia so you can easily find it !

new tagz (updated tags)

#—cuddly

#—suggestive

#—angsty

#—chaenies favs

#—requested

#—got asked !

#—chaenqen o’clock

#—🎮🎳

#—attention please !

member tags »»

#—heeseung

#—jay

#—jake

#—sunghoon

#—sunoo

#—jungwon

#—niki

(more to be added.)

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dejwrites · 2 years

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i do not take request. y’all know it take me 1-3 business weeks to write something. so that’s why i do not take requests! thirsts though? yesssir!

#꒰ ა ♡ ໒ ꒱ — deja speaks.#i hate deleting messages but pls read my rules #i have stated why i don’t take requests !

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angelsrcute · 27 days

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WAAAAA HII i’m the one who asked kazuha, scara and ajax with a weak s/o months ago!! ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL!! i wanted to request dom!virgin!scara and fem!sub!virgin!reader first time please ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა but like scara knows what he’s doing!! sorry if this doesn’t makes sense, you can ignore this if you want!! have a good day!! ໒꒰ྀི˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ꒱ྀི১

CAN YOU MAKE IT LAST FOREVER? ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — smut ! ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — Scaramouche w f!reader ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — gentle sex, praising, unprotected sex. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐳 . . (_ _ ) — HEYYY! I'M GOOD, HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL TOO! Hope you enjoy this!! + ty for 800 followers, love you guys haha <3

Prepping kisses to your thighs, his tongue works on your folds, lewd slurping sounds filling the room. Your thighs over his shoulders, as he delves deeper into your core.

“Scara! It's too much–! G-Gonna cum..”

A wave of pleasure washes you, the heat rising to your face as you come on his tongue. He laps up all the juices like a starved man. Looking at your flushed face with a smirk, “Such a good girl, you are, do you think you can take me?”

Nodding quickly, you try to catch your breaths. His hair stuck on his forehead due to sweat. He wastes no time, unzipping his jeans, letting his cock out of its confines. He puts some lube on his cock, spreading it. You both let out a whimper as he slowly pushed his cock into you.

Hands clawing at the bedsheet as he pounds into you at a gentle pace, your moans, his grunts and slapping of skin are the only sounds that can be heard.

“Does it hurt, darling?”

“N-no, it feels so good, don't stop, please–”

“Oh? it feels good? I'm glad,” He leans in to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth, he leaves some open mouthed on your neck and gently sucks on the skin.

“Shit, gonna come, let's come together, darling..”

You feel his cock twice inside you as he fills you up, making your stomach feel all warm. Your nails dig into his back as you come too, white rings forming on his cock.

“Hey…wanna go again? I wanna have a mini version of myself.” He whispers with a shit eating grin as he starts moving again.

#dom character #sub reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x f!reader #genshin x female reader #genshin impact x you #scaramouche smut #scara x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scara smut #scara x you #𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄'𝐒 :: 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

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seattlesellie · 10 months

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masterlist ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

new masterlist !

please read my rules before reading or requesting 💗

ellie williams one shots ୨♡୧

♡ don't cross the line (nsfw) ♡ the space between us (nsfw) ♡ oops! (nsfw) ♡ a helping hand (ellie x reader x dina, nsfw) ♡ pretty when you cry (nsfw) ♡ blueberry pie (nsfw)

♡ moonflower (nsfw, fluff)

series ୨♡୧ ♡ not about love: part one (sfw) ♡ not about love: part two (nsfw) ♡ not about love: part three (sfw) ♡ not about love: part four (nsfw)

drabbles & blurbs & hc’s ୨♡୧ ♡ gf with plushies (hc's, nsfw) ♡ certified tits lover ellie (nsfw) ♡ guiding you through it (blurb, nsfw) ♡ worship (drabble, nsfw)

♡ at your service (drabble, nsfw) ♡ x abby (blurb, nsfw) ♡ eating you through (blurb, nsfw) ♡ mean brothers best friend (hq's, nsfw) ♡ color me (drabble, nsfw) ♡ loser lesbian ellie (blurb, nsfw) ♡ attention (drabble, nsfw) ♡ mommy kink (blurb, nsfw) ♡ ellie being ellie (blurb, sfw) ♡ finally (blurb, nsfw) ♡ breeding kink (blurb, nsfw) ♡ kissing ur tummy (blurb-ish, nsfw) ♡ just a lick (blurb, nsfw) ♡ sleepover w dina (blurb, nsfw) ♡ bikini tops (blurb, nsfw) ♡ netflix nights (drabble, nsfw) ♡ spit kink (blurb, nsfw) ♡ ellie and her boxers (blurb, nsfw) ♡ game over (mean brothers bff drabble, nsfw) ♡ sexting with ellie (texts, nsfw) ♡ soccer!ellie x cheerleader!reader (hc’s, nsfw) ♡ caught (drabble, nsfw) ♡ mall with els (hc's fluff & a little smut)

♡ degrading you for the first time (drabble, nsfw)

♡ gf with plushies pt 2 (drabble)

♡ bbf!ellie — plum (blurb, nsfw)

♡ painkiller (short drabble, nsfw)

♡ training wheels (drabble, nsfw)

♡ breeding kink blurb

♡ jealous (drabble, nsfw)

audios ୨♡୧ ♡ number one (nsfw) ♡ number two (nsfw) ♡ number three (nsfw)

abby anderson one shots ୨♡୧ ♡ to new beginnings (one shot, nsfw) ♡ baby blue (one shot, nsfw) ♡ anything but me: part 1 (nsfw)

drabbles & blurbs & hc’s ୨♡୧ ♡ too tight (nsfw) ♡ x reader x ellie (nsfw) ♡ gf with plushies (hc’s sfw+nsfw) ♡ movie night with ellie x reader (blurb, nsfw) ♡ shoving her fingers in your mouth (blurb, nsfw)

♡ dbf! abby (blurb, nsfw)

♡ dbf!abby (drabble, nsfw-ish)

audios ୨♡୧ ♡ number one (nsfw)

#˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ angel’s masterlist ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚#ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader

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astraariel · 8 months

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eternal snow

pairing: sanji x fem!reader

summary: your love for sanji was unconditional, unfortunately, he didn’t feel the same seeing as there were petals coming out of your mouth.

word count: 3.6K

warnings: spoilers (?) just the name of a character from the whole cake island arc, it’s a modern!au so I don't mention anything about the actual arc!

tags: loosely based on “eternal snow” from fullmoon wo sagashite; angst; hanahaki disease; implied cheating; modern!au; hurt no comfort; lovesick; requited unrequited love

author's note: I think along with everyone opla is taking over my life so it encouraged me to finish this fic I started months ago lol. once again I like angst and this is soooo ooc of sanji he would never cheat I love him so much I’m sorry. on another note, I really like AmaLee’s cover of this song so you can give it a listen if you want to feel the vibe.

also, ignore the fact that Pudding is sixteen, she’s older than that in this. I couldn’t really think of anyone else to have/didn't want to think of a different character. just know, she’s of age. other than that, ignore grammar mistakes and enjoy♡

──★ ˙ ̟read pt2 here!

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You weren’t entirely sure how you had gotten to this point. You were certain that you two would be together forever. How you had unknowingly lost the one you love so dearly, you would never know.

Sanji was a flirt and you loved it, he could simply say that you looked beautiful today and you’d melt. Hell, that’s how you too met, Nami had introduced you two and Sanji wooed his way into your heart. You knew that he had you in the palm of his hand, but you weren’t sure you could say the same for him.

Sanji was an attentive lover. When he loved, he showered you with his attention. You could always tell that his presence was there whenever you spoke. He’d care and cater to every request you asked of him, not allowing you to lift a single finger. It’s who he was.

You were blinded by your love for Sanji that you never noticed him slipping away from your grasp.

The two of you were currently sitting together on your living room couch. Sanji mentioned there was a new show he wanted to watch, so here the two of you were. Your attention was focused on the TV in front of you while his was on his phone.

You glance at him, “Who’s that?”

He hadn’t looked away from it for more than 30 seconds throughout the last episode. You watch him out of the corner of your eye as he looks at you.

“Oh, it's the new dessert chef at the restaurant,” he shuts his phone off, “I've been assigned to help her around and show her the ropes,” he smiles, “It’s nothing, you want popcorn?”

You turn to him, “Of course I do.” He gets up to walk to your kitchen, “Hey, I love you.”

He walks up behind you and bends down, kissing your head, “And I love you more.” He stands up and you hear him rummaging through the pantry for a popcorn packet.

You cough slightly, “Could you grab me some water, Sanji?” He shouts back a response but you don’t make it out because you’re too busy pulling a petal out of your mouth.

♡‧₊˚

After that lone petal had made its introduction, it planted itself as a constant. Every so often for the following weeks, you’d feel something weird in your mouth, only to pull out a single flower petal.

You weren’t sure what was going on, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think too much about it. On top of the weird cough you were having, Sanji was also acting off.

It was small at first, just tiny, little white lies that he’d tell you.

Like when he’d say he was tired, that he was going to bed, but you could hear him on his phone laughing at something from the room. Or when he claimed that his phone had died and that’s why he hadn’t texted you back even though you were hanging with Nami at the time and he had replied to a video she had sent him a minute after you texted him.

That was just the first few weeks.

You weren’t sure when the white lies became real lies but it had only spiraled more. You had found that he wasn’t even bothering with lying anymore, simply stating that he was too busy to come over or that he didn’t even want to hang out with you that day.

Sanji would claim to be too tired and not bother to see you for an entire week, but then he’d call you complaining that he missed you and question why the two of you hadn’t gone on a date recently and then insist that he was going to cook dinner for the two of you. Those times were always the best. It made you feel like nothing was wrong.

It was pure whiplash.

You were never sure which Sanji you were gonna get that day. Maybe it’d be the Sanji that you loved or this new person who had taken over and wouldn’t even text you back for days on end.

Recently, he was your loving, doting boyfriend. Which caused you to completely forget about the flower petals you were currently collecting from your mouth when you were being distracted by Sanji’s full attention.

You were lying on Sanji’s chest recounting your day to him when suddenly the sound of his phone pinging cut you off.

A quiet chuckle made you peek up at Sanji, his eyes were looking at his phone intently, whatever was on his screen, clearly captivated him more than what was coming out of your mouth.

You sit up, his blatant disinterest in your day annoying you.

“Did I do something wrong?” Your voice cuts through the room.

He looked up at your now sitting form, it looked like he was just acknowledging your presence.

He lets out a noise of confusion, “What?”

“Are you angry at me? Did I say or do something that pissed you off? Because, please, just tell me, I can't take it anymore.” you pleaded.

You notice Sanji’s body tensing, his brow scrunching in even more confusion. He laughs awkwardly, “Baby, what are you talking about? I’m not angry.” he looks away, “I love you, you know that right?”

And suddenly, you weren’t angry anymore.

You smiled, “I love you too.”

He glances at his phone again.

But you don’t care, because he loves you.

Satisfied with his response, you settle back down but are interrupted when you begin to cough. Quickly, you stand up to fetch your handkerchief from your pocket, wiping your mouth swiftly.

You look back at Sanji, “I’m gonna-” but before you can finish, you feel the familiar flowers clawing their way up your throat. You walk out of the room coughing.

Sanji doesn’t look up from his phone.

♡‧₊˚

He was late.

Again.

You were exhausted. The constant lies that you fooled yourself into believing for the sake of your heart were beginning to wear on you.

The old hoodie you were wearing enveloped you in an attempt to provide yourself some level of comfort that no one could really give you anymore.

It’s late, around midnight, last you checked. The spaghetti dinner left on the table you had cooked had long gone cold. The Baratie had closed hours ago and Sanji still wasn’t home.

You sit in complete darkness, the TV is currently rattling off an old rerun of some show you didn’t watch. You’re too tired to get up and find the remote to change the channel so you settle on watching the old comedic sitcom. You’re holding your trusty handkerchief that’s become your best friend in the past months; ready to close around your mouth in an attempt to catch the petals of flowers that’d come up your throat every so often.

Your eyes glaze over the screen when you hear the door creak open. Footsteps were heard as a soft clatter sounded throughout the room from Sanji setting his keys down on the counter.

You sit up slowly, in an effort to prohibit any intense coughing.

Your eyes meet Sanji’s surprised ones, “You’re still awake? It’s late, you should go to bed.” he looks away.

“You missed dinner.” You look over at Sanji’s form, he’s stiff, you note.

“I stayed late to help close, sorry we can reschedule.” He brushes you off swiftly.

“Was she there?” The argument had already begun, why not fuel it some more?

Sanji whips his head at you, an incredulous look gracing his features. “Who are you talking about?” Acting dumb was never a good look on him.

Your tired eyes stare at him, “I know you’re spending time with her.” The venom in your tone was palpable.

You were over the lies. You were over the constant tiptoeing between each other, you’re honestly surprised he still even decided to come over. It would have been better for him to stay at his place and just call you in the morning to tell his lie.

He has balls, you’ll give him that.

“Do you even love me anymore?”

The silence that surrounded the room was upsetting. Of course, he didn’t, who were you fooling? You had all the proof you needed in all of the trashcans around your house, discarded tissues soaked in blood, and petals filled the bins.

Sanji scoffs, “I don’t know what you want from me.” He doesn't answer the question, “Why are you asking if I love you, you're being needy.” He stares at you before continuing, “If you don’t trust me,” he looks away, “Then maybe we should break up.” With a tone of finality, he turns around and walks toward the door, the sound of it shutting echoing throughout the house.

You’re left alone in the silence, the ticking of the clock on the wall muffling your coughs that were accompanied by flowers and blood.

♡‧₊˚

With the new development of the blooms coming out of your throat, you felt defeated. You’re not sure what you did in a past life to deserve this. You didn’t wish this on anyone, it was a lonely and awful feeling, physically and emotionally.

You’ve gotten used to your condition. It had been a month since you’d seen Sanji after he had broken things off and in that month, you would constantly find yourself leaning over the toilet bowl, hacking up blood and flower blooms.

You finally had the courage to look up what you assumed was hanahaki disease. It was a rare condition, but you were certain that was what was causing you pain. The only cure was to have surgery that resulted in the patient forgetting about whomever they had loved. That you’d act as if nothing had happened, that you’d live in ignorance bliss afterward.

Sacrificing your heart for your life.

After that month, you had decided to go to a coffee shop forcing yourself to get out of the house and do something.

So you went to Sanji’s favorite coffee shop.

Why you had put yourself through that? You weren't sure.

You remember wrapping your hand around the door handle, ready to walk in when a wisp of light auburn hair had caught your attention inside the cafe.

There she was. Pudding. The girl who had replaced you. The one who had captivated Sanji’s attention in a way you could only dream of.

Sanji stood beside her, you were certain he couldn't see you from inside, his attention was fully on Pudding’s face, absorbing whatever story she had been telling him.

He had never looked at you like that.

Did he ever love you? Were you that stupid to even see the truth? Had it been there all along and you were simply too blind to notice?

An “excuse me” had brought you back to reality and had you rushing back to your apartment in hopes of not bumping into Sanji or Pudding. You weren't sure your heart could take it if you were forced to talk to them.

After that defeat you noticed that you were no longer hacking up petals, but fully blossomed flowers, you couldn’t walk for a long distance without wheezing, the flowers constricting your airways preventing you from wanting to do anything. You knew you were nearing the final stage, soon roots were going to begin to show up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go to a doctor. You had read that the longer you kept this from being treated, you’d enter the point of no return.

So, you simply waited.

Your mind was reeling. You never wanted to stop loving Sanji. You didn’t care about the pain that it brought you.

You don’t care that you still long to have Sanji tell you that he loves you. To tell you and for you not to immediately have to turn away and cough up blood and flowers.

You missed him. You yearned for him.

After Nami had found out why you and Sanji broke up, she went on a rant about how she was going to kill him, on how he could have done this to you. You weren't sure if you had ever seen her get so angry before.

But even after that, you confessed that you still loved him.

She proceeded to call you insane, but she simply didn’t understand. She didn’t know about how his eyes would sparkle when he would go on about a new recipe that he developed and how he was certain that it was going to be the new hit at the Baratie. She didn’t know how bashful he got when you complimented him on his food. How he’d kiss you like how it was the first time you were kissing each other.

You loved him. And you would forever love him.

But he haunted your life. Leaving you lying at night, not even allowing you to find comfort in your dreams since he haunted those too. When you’d close your eyes you could only mourn for the love that once was. To mourn for him even though he was alive and well, but could you say the same for yourself?

You had long accepted that you were going to die. If anything, you willed it. Never did you want to forget your love for Sanji. The idea that you would never be able to recall how he made your heart pound every time he’d look at you, would be a nightmare.

But you were tired.

In the months after the cafe incident you would go through phases where the pain would turn to anger, cursing Sanji, wishing you two had never met, wishing that Nami had never introduced you too.

But the anger would never stay directed towards Sanji. It would always circle back to you. And anger would turn to pity and pity would turn to sadness.

You wanted to cry and scream at the sky, to yell at the world, to question why love felt this way. Why couldn't he just love you back, why were you being punished for simply loving him unconditionally?

You suffocate yourself in the love that you have for Sanji. Sacrificing your every breath to simply feel the true and fierce love you felt for him. You’d cry until you were gasping for air, til you were choking up flowers that were clogging your lungs. You wished, begged, for it to go away. Wishing that you had never fallen for him.

But even with all the pain he caused you. You could never hate him.

You could never hate Sanji.

You can’t even bring yourself to hate Pudding, it wasn't her fault that Sanji was infatuated with her rather than you.

And you could never truly hate him for that.

The sterile white walls and the smell of disinfectant wafting through the air brought you back to reality.

Recalling how hours before Nami had found you on the ground of your bathroom, post-hacking your brains out from the various blooms of flowers that rose from your throat at what seemed like at every hour of the day as of recently. You hadn’t heard her call for you when she entered your apartment so you weren’t able to hide anything from her.

“Are you insane?” Her voice ricocheted in the bathroom after you had explained to her what had been happening to you for the last couple of months.

You were numb the entire car ride to the hospital as Nami yelled at you for being so careless.

“Why are you letting that boy kill you?”

Why were you?

Why were you putting yourself through this pain, knowing he would never love you again?

The recent memory reminded you of Nami’s presence on the side chair that was placed beside the crunchy bed you were currently sitting on. Her brown eyes met yours and smiled softly at you.

“You’re gonna be okay.” Nami’s attempt at reassurance was comforting to you for 5 seconds before the door swung open revealing the doctor.

“Hello,” she said your name, “you’re the one with hanahaki disease, correct?” You glance over at Nami before replying to the doctor in confirmation. “Well, unfortunately, it has been developing for a while and if you had come just a little bit later it would have been untreatable, so I highly suggest proceeding with the procedure as soon as possible.”

Your hands grew clammy. This was it. You were going to be relieved from this grueling life you had found yourself in. You would finally be able to go back to normal.

Normal.

Would it truly be normal if you didn’t love Sanji anymore? Could you truly live with yourself knowing that you gave up the one thing that has been keeping you going? You guess you wouldn’t actually remember your love for him if you did the surgery but your heart would know. Your soul would know.

You wished that all of this pain would go away. Longing to run back to Sanji, for him to stop the anguish that you felt. To have him whisper that he loved you and for you to not cough up flowers anymore. To know that he truly meant the words that he was saying.

You wondered how your life would have gone if you had never fallen for Sanji. Would your life still lead you to this very moment of hell that you’re living currently? You would think that hell would be hot, blazing with heat, but all you felt was the coldness of lies that you believed that spewed from Sanji’s lips when he spoke to you.

You would like to think that you wished you had never fallen into this trap. That your heart never fell for him, but you knew better. You knew that he had your heart from the beginning. You were doomed from the first interaction.

Wasn’t it a true act of love if you could let the person go? Wouldn’t it be the final seal of approval of your love if you went through with the surgery? The love that you felt for Sanji would be proven by this simple act.

You felt Nami’s hand grab yours. Her eyes were filled with remorse, a sadness that you could distinguish as the same sadness that you saw in your eyes ever since that first petal came to be.

Anticipatory grief.

She was grieving your love for him already, grieving for your heart, how you would never love again, how you would never love him again.

You sigh.

♡‧₊˚

You wake up to the soft murmurs of the television in the corner of the room.

Your mind was hazy, from what, you weren't entirely sure yet. It felt as if you had lost something like it was on the tip of your tongue, but you just couldn’t think of exactly what it was.

Guess it wasn’t important.

Your eyes wander over to your surroundings, the hospital room is bare except for the basic, usual furniture. Your eye caught movement out of the corner of your eye, turning your face to examine what it was.

A balloon with the words “Get well soon!” fills your vision, and your gaze scans over the hearts that surround the bubble letters in bright yellow hues. You reach over the side table to grab the card that sat under the balloon.

Hope you feel better - Nami.

Sad that you had missed your friend, you made a mental note to pay her a visit after you were discharged from the hospital to thank her.

A soft knock echoed throughout the room, your attention to the door opening revealing the doctor. “Hi, glad you’re awake. The procedure was a success. You should be good to go soon, but take it easy for the next two weeks.”

The procedure.

You quickly scour your brain for answers of who it was you loved but came up short.

Guess that was the point, wasn’t it?

Before you could thank the doctor, rushed footsteps were heard outside the room, hasty knocks piercing the air along with the clamor of the door opening quickly.

Sanji’s blond hair comes into view, and he stands, wide-eyed, near the doorframe. He was panting slightly, a sign that he possibly had been running before he got here.

He says your name quietly, the doctor gives you a nod before excusing herself from the room to give you guys privacy.

“Sanji,” you smile brightly at him, “Did you get off of work? Why are you here?”

His eyes shift over to the balloon on the stand beside the bed. “Nami told me about the…procedure.”

“Really?” you roll your eyes teasingly, “It’s not that big of a deal honestly, that Nami. Always the worrier, thank you for visiting me though, you’re a good friend, Sanji.” You look away before you can notice Sanji’s face falling.

You look back at him, “Oh, could you take me home? I probably shouldn’t be driving right now.” you laugh quietly and scan Sanji’s face. His mind seemed to be somewhere else, perhaps he was really busy at the restaurant. “If you can, if not I’ll just call Nami.”

“No,” he clears his throat, “Yeah I can take you home.”

You offer him a smile, “Thanks, hey I think I may have to fill out some paperwork. Could you grab it while I go change?” You begin to stand up slowly before he rushes over to help you up.

You look up at him to thank him again when you realize his eyes are watering.

Weird.

Your eyebrows knit in worry, “Hey, are you okay?”

He blinks rapidly while looking away from you. His hand lets go from his grasp on your arm and runs it through his blonde hair while turning away from you. “Yeah, I’m fine.” he coughs, “Uh, I’m gonna go look for those papers.”

He walks out of the room before you can respond, leaving you slightly confused but you shake it off before you begin to look for your clothes.

You don’t see Sanji standing outside the doorway, coughing up a flower petal.

#astraariel♡#one piece #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji x reader

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yeostars · 4 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 ateez as girl dads / boy dads / or both ;) imo !! {Maknae line ver.}

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Mingi- boy dad .ᐟ

Mingi having a son just fits so perfectly to me. He's going to be the most random and funniest dad to a son istg. I really need a babycloud ep of mingi playing with jaeyul (PLEASE)

Mingi would love to spoil his son fr. Like imagine mingi and his s/o going shopping with their baby son and whatever the little boy points at or whatever his eyes gleams at, mingi is going to buy that for him in a SECOND. This just popped off to me. He wouldn't spoil him too much but he would love to buy him a few things every now and then because he would do anything to see him be happy.

A huge satisfied smile spreads over his face as he lifts his son (a baby of MONTHS) and spins him around and up and down, and notices his son's small eyes and lips curved into a cheeky grin as he enjoys getting lifted up by his dad. Mingi would quite literally lift him up even when his son grows up just to tease him. Well, he'd obviously stop doing that once he becomes too heavy to be lifted. (find him crying in a corner when he realizes that his son has grown tall enough to be too heavy to be lifted by him, he wonders, WHEN AND HOW DID MY SON GROW UP SO FAST :((( )

Loves to ruffle his son's hair all the time. He lovesss to buy him fashionable clothes and turns his son into a mini fashionista just like him (just like hongjoong too) he is all proud and happy when his son is dressed in a smart & sleek fit.

San- both .ᐟ

Thinking about San being both a girl and boy dad is making me sob. Like, imagine him having a older daughter and a younger son (just like him and his noona) HE WOULD BE A PERFECT DAD TO BOTH HIS KIDDOS :(((

Imagine if he had his older daughter first, (without knowing that he would have a son later!) he'd treat his daughter as an actual princess (just how his noona was treated as one😭) would be so gentle and loving to his daughter fr. Would love to buy her new toys and is fascinated every time he sees her playing with them, and he keeps wondering how quiet and cute she is while she has her play time (like all she needs is toys to he happy? I'd give her a million toys if she's happy by them) His daughter turns out to be shy and quiet, just like his s/o . San adores his daughter so much

Imagine, when his second kid aka his younger son is born, his parenting journey goes quite easily and smoothly because he already has experience when his daughter was born first. Lets take San's daughter to be around 4 years old when her younger brother is born. San is the happiest when he sees his daughter taking care of her younger brother. Most of the time when his son was a toddler, he would be so grateful when his daughter would be ready to babysit him without San and his s/o having to request her for doing so.

San would be soo playful with his son. He'd teach him taekwondo and other sports since an early age. He doesn't even realize that time is passing by as he stares at his two children bonding and playing with each other... he'd never fail to shower both of them with love.

Wooyoung- girl dad .ᐟ

Honestly, not only me but wooyoung HIMSELF said that "daughters are the best" (in that babycloud ep while playing with ayun and arin) implying that he would love to be a girl dad in the future 😭

He would literally be sooo clingy and attached to his baby girl, like he would never leave her side ever since she was born😭 He would love to talk to her and tell her stories about him and his s/o 's childhood and stuff (even tho the poor lil girl can't understand anything cuz she's a mere BABY) well he would tell all that to her again once she's all grown up.

He LOVES to talk to his daughter in baby language, like he always copies every little sound and word thay comes out of her mouth? And his s/o would notice all that & be like " i sure am taking care of not one, but TWO babies🧍‍♀️"

Would definitely turn his daughter into a naughty lil devil just like him. Would judge and tease his s/o together with his daughter all the time, teaches her all the sassy expressions to use against her mum whenever she's scolding her. (all jokes tho, he'd def turn serious and teaches her from right to wrong if she has done a mistake)

Legit treats his daughter like a fragile flower. Spoils her with everything she wants cuz that's his one and only precious child. Kisses her on the cheek all the time, every second and every minute he's endeared by her.

Jongho- both .ᐟ

Took me a long time wondering which category to put Jongho in, but then i thought "he actually seems like he'd be the dad of both a boy and girl, no kidding"

Lets take Jongho being the dad of both a boy and a girl. After both his kids were born, the way he effortlessly takes care of both of them, makes both of them laugh with his silly dad jokes, makes his s/o wonder how being a dad comes so naturally to him.

I feel like he would be such a fun dad. He would play with them all the time and would even do little skits with them, entertains his son and daughter with plenty of horror and ghost stories and funny stories about him and his s/o 's childhood and stuff. He laughs the hardest when his kids are all scared because of the horror stories and his s/o punches him on the arm to make him stop. His family would be such a lively and happy one.

His kids always look forward to Jongho's singing. Jongho always sings plenty of songs and lullabies for both of his kids ever since they were babies. Lets imagine his daughter liking soft ballad songs, he'd be happy to sing all the ballad songs he knows for her. And if his son likes rock based songs, he'd sing such songs for him too. His kids are proud to have a dad who sings so well. Its like whenever he sings at home, he has his kids as a live audience at a karaoke who cherish his singing skills a lot.

Would secretly fuel in the fights of his daughter and son, and would find it so funny that both of them are fighting. His s/o would beg him to stop both of them from fighting but Jongho enjoys the chaos for a while & then stops both of them from ripping each other's hair off 😭

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starrybl1ss · 4 months

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making sub!ellie fucking pass out from overstimulating ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

this was a request by @akenosimp167

also, please read the fic where ellie almost passed out here!

and checkout my fav fic that i've done so far here!

warnings: all smut

★౨ৎ

sub!ellie would be all fucked up in head just grinding on your fingers, tounge, cunt and strap.

She'd be all cute n needy!!! She would give you dumb but cute puppy eyes for her to get what she wants from you.

She couldn't really handle much. But she usually never tells you to stop. She could just say "Fuuuuckkkk pleasee stop!" But instead she just goes "please, faster, faster mommy nghhh- ahh" even though she was so overstimulated.

She would lay down on the sofa with you fucking her for the looooongest time ever but she wouldn't say no words that has to do with "stop"

She would get all dizzy and high. Her vision blacks out as you fuck her with your strap. You didnt really stop since she never asked you to.

She would tell you to stop, but its all too late. "Babe please stooo.....-" suddenly she went all silent with her eyes shut. Of course shes still breathing.

"Shit, she fainted" you muble to your self. You pull out the strap from her and took it off as you picked up ellie's unconcious body and bring her to the bedroom, layying her down on the bed.

As you put on a blanket on her, her eyes opens as she rubs her eyes with her hand. "Fuck, did i faint?" She asks.

"Yes you did. How many times have i told you if you cant take it just tell me to stop?" You ask her annoyed."A lot of times..... look, i just didn't want you to stop. M'sorry..." she apologizes while looking down, upset.

"Fuck you ellie. Your so fucking cute" you lean closer to her and kissed her on the lips. 𔘓

#ellie x reader #ellie williams #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #sub!ellie #lora's mail delivery✧˖°.౨ৎ

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cakeheavenly999 · 2 months

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Read your first work, really liked it! I'd like to request Jamil with a gn reader who has their toungue and nipples pierced. Established relationship but not toxic. Jamil spent the whole day stressed without his s/o and drags them to his room as soon as he sees them. Cue intense makeout session. How far it escalates I'll leave to you, dear Cake Heavenly.

Tongue Twister

jamil viper x gn!reader wc: 235 tags: making out/suggestive not beta read!

hi hi hi omg! im glad you liked my jmeal fic! i had fun writing it and i hope that everyone can appreciate jamil more. he needs more fanfics! i did my best with your request! oh! and please call me choco!

jamil pulled roughly at your wrist. his grip firm as he pulled you through scarabia with clear intentions filled with desire. it was a sudden whirlwind of you being forced into jamils room. your body was pinned against the door, his breath inches away from your lips as he loosened his grip on your wrists. “ive been looking for you.” he whispered, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss. you gripped at his cinnamon colored arms as his large hands slid under your top. his fingers rubbed over the cool, circular studs while teasing your budding nipples. his lips meshed with yours, tongues colliding with the messy concoction of saliva mixing. the wet messy smacks of your lips meeting was dizzying. the way jamil pressed his body against yours. his hands palming at your chest and teasing your pierced nipples. how his tongue danced with yours, ignoring the way drool would slide down your chins; leaving the flesh shimmering in the light. he stopped for a breath, his chest heaving with yours as you both panted for air. “i wont let you go. i need you here with me.” he murmured and you smiled and lifted your hands to cup his cheeks. “i wont go anywhere.” you promised, giving him a quick peck.

the pecks soon became messy kisses, and the day would melt into a heated night of jamil relieving stress with your help.

#꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱requests #jamil x you #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #jamil twst #jamil x reader #jamil x yuu #jamil x mc #jamil x oc #tw flashing #tw flickering #tw gif warning #suggestive

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jjunieworld · 22 days

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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ TXT AS MITSKI LYRICS ‎⸝⸝⸝

pairing: txt x gn!reader genre: scenerios/headcannons, fluff, angst, established relationship, hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, lovers to exes, fwb to lovers (suggestive), childhood friends to ??? word count: 500-700 for each member author’s note: i’ve been listening to mitski a lot and this idea randomly popped in my head! it’s not completely based off the meanings of the songs!! i feel like these would be fun to write full fics for. if you listen to mitski, what’s your favorite song?? mine is once more to see you and last words of a shooting star!!! (｡´‿`｡) all feed back and reblogs are welcome! enjoy!! ♡ ⇢ ( continue on to . . . masterlist or request rules )

𓍼 ˋ✮ YEONJUN

brand new city - mitski 𓍯 “but if i gave up on being pretty, i wouldn’t know how to be alive. i should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die.”

yeonjun couldn’t understand it. he simply couldn’t understand what was making you feel this way. what was making you feel so insecure. the two of you sat on the bed in your shared bedroom, you with tears streaming down your face and the saddest expression on your face that absolutely broke yeonjun’s heart into pieces.

he had his arms wrapped tightly around you, scared that if he let go you’d completely shatter, with your head buried in his chest. you pulled away so you could sniffle and so your already hard to hear voice wouldn’t be even more muffled. “i just… i just feel like i’m not good enough,” you said through choked sobs. “not pretty enough, not smart enough, not good enough. and i feel like nothing that i do to prove that i am pretty, that i am smart, that i am good enough is enough.”

you furiously wiped your tears and stared hard at the comforter of your bed. “everywhere i look, there’s someone better than me. and if i’m not good enough, not pretty, then what am i? what purpose do i serve?” yeonjun could feel his own tears well up in his eyes at your words. at the fact that you even think this way. he cupped your face gently so that you looked at him through glassy tears.

“you’re not here to serve a purpose. you’re not here to be pretty enough for someone, or smart enough for someone, or even good enough for someone. you’re here to simply be, that is all.” yeonjun wiped the tear trails on your cheeks with his thumbs. “and you are pretty enough, and smart enough, and good enough, but none of that matters if you’re measuring yourself on the opinions of someone else.”

nodding, you took in his words, a hiccup escaping your mouth. yeonjun continued, “the people who you see somewhere who you think are better than you? they’re thinking the same exact thing about you. all that matters is how you feel about you, if you feel like you’re enough for you. not for someone you’ve never met, not for me, for you.”

yeonjun kissed your forehead and looked at you in the eyes through furrowed brows to make sure his words were getting across to you. you gave him a small smile before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. pulling away giggling, you apologized for the salty kiss, for which yeonjun just laughed. “i’ll take a million salty kisses if it means you get out of this mindset,” yeonjun said.

you buried your face in his chest again, no doubt getting his shirt all wet. “thank you, jjunie,” you replied, voice muffled. yeonjun rubbed circles into your back, “there’s no need to thank me. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t try and help you?”

𓍼 ˋ✮ SOOBIN

francis forever - mitski 𓍯 “and autumn comes when you’re not yet done with the summer passing by, but i don’t think i can stand to be where you don’t see me.”

it was a warm summer day when you and soobin stopped being a couple. you were on a walk on a tree-lined street—now that you looked back on it, it was such a normal day. how could you see the forming cracks in your relationship when the sun was shining so brightly outside?

you’ll never forget the words soobin said that changed everything. “y/n, when are we going to stop pretending?” soobin had asked, breaking the silence that filled the space between the two of you. at first, you were confused about what he meant, and you expressed such. “when are we going to stop pretending like we aren’t in two different places?” soobin had then guided you to a bench to talk. there, the two of you had broken up. that was the last time you saw him.

it was autumn now and the multicolor leaves swayed to the will of the wind. you were sitting on that same bench that you were four months ago, on that same tree-lined street, only now not as naive. you were so stupid for letting such a good thing slip between your fingers.

you couldn’t help but think about the good times in your relationship with soobin despite the way it ended. your walks, how you would take them when the two of you needed to be alone with your thoughts but still wanted to be with each other. how soobin would never let either of you go to sleep angry at one another, even if in the moment it pissed you off. how whenever either of you had a bad day, words didn’t even need to be said. all that was needed was comforting looks and gentle and soothing touches.

now you stared up at the gaps of sunlight coming down through the multicolor leaves, cold and alone. four months ago, you decided to mutually breakup to grow alone before you both grew together. but now, you realized just how stupid that was. why couldn’t the two of you have grown together—find yourselves together? why did you have to do it alone for it to be so significant? wasn’t the point of being in a relationship growing together?

just when you were about to think about how much you missed soobin, you heard a familiar voice come from your side. “y/n?” the voice asked hesitantly, and you wanted to thank your lucky stars for this moment. you turned just as soobin came more into your vision. a warm smile lit up your face, “soobin, hi! it’s been a while…” you almost cringed at how awkward that sentence was and how unnatural it felt.

soobin was never one to get to the point, but you could sense a quiet determination in him as he nodded and sat on the bench near you. “i know, and i just want to say that i’m sorry,” soobin started. you gave him a confused look as you waited for him to continue. “and i just want to say how stupid i am to think that even though at the time we were in different places, that we couldn’t make our way towards each other together. i was so stupid for even starting the conversation and i’m sorry that it took four months for me to realize that.”

the smile on your face grew and in turn, it caused a nervous smile to grow on soobin’s. “what?” he then asked. you laughed a little, “you know, i was literally just thinking the exact same thing!” you scooted closer to him and took his hands in yours like it hasn’t been months since you last saw him face to face, last touched him. “i missed you, soobin,” you said quietly.

“i missed you too, y/n,” soobin replied. “let’s grow together, yeah?” you giggled and nodded. soobin came just centimeters from your lips before stopping in a silent question and your smile grew as you closed the gap. you didn’t want to be where soobin wasn’t, there wasn’t any point in it. the last four months showed you that. as long as you were with him, growing with him, you’d always find your way back to each other.

𓍼 ˋ✮ BEOMGYU

goodbye, my danish sweetheart - mitski 𓍯 “maybe when you tell your friends, you can tell them what you saw in me and not how i turned out to be.”

to say you and beomgyu were on the rocks was an understatement. you both were hanging off a cliff by the tips of your fingers with a raging ocean underfoot. it was surprising to the both of you how you managed to get here after three years of dating. one moment everything between you two was perfect—sunshine and rainbows and crystal clear skies.

then the dark, stormy clouds started to form slowly until it snuffed out the sunlight. until you couldn’t see the rainbows anymore. and it didn’t just rain, it poured—hailed even. as the two of you stand in front of each other, red in the face and screaming, you both wondered—how.

“who are you?” beomgyu asked you, brows knitted together. he stared at you as if he was finally seeing clearly for the first time in his life. “because it’s like you’re a complete stranger now…” you scoffed as even more anger filled you to the brim. at this point, you didn’t even know what the two of you were arguing about.

it seemed like anything set the two of you off these days. yesterday, the two of you argued over a blanket. someone had folded it and placed it in the wrong place. that argument ended up with the two of you screaming at each other and sleeping in different rooms. you couldn’t remember the last time you and beomgyu slept in the same bed.

“who am i?” you asked him incredulously. “who are you?” scoffing again, you turned your back to beomgyu and tried to unclench your tightened fists at your side. twirling back around, you started, “if anyone is the stranger, it’s you. tell me, beom—“

“do you love me?” beomgyu cut you off. your mouth closed and you took a small step back in shock, eyebrows raised. you stared at him for a brief second as you tried to process what he just said. “o-of course!” you stammered out, your eyebrows now furrowing. “of course i do! what kind of question is that?” you added. it felt like ice cold water had just been poured over you, suddenly melting away all the anger.

beomgyu gave a defeated sigh as he slumped down onto the couch. he rubbed at his temples and closed his eyes. “not the way you use to,” he spoke, now looking up at you. “you love me out of obligation now. because you don’t want three years to have gone down the drain. you love me because it’s necessary, not because you actually love me.”

you took timid steps towards the couch. “that’s not true…” you trailed. despite your running thoughts, you didn’t know what else to say to him. of course you loved him, he was the love of your life, your everything. this was just a rough patch that all couples have and you would get through it, wouldn’t you? “you’re the love of my life, beomgyu. my everything,” you echoed your thoughts.

“was,” beomgyu responded. you flocked to him as tears formed in your eyes. you went to cup his face but he just turned away from you. “but despite everything, you’re still mine,” beomgyu spoke as he looked you in the eyes. “we can’t keep going on like this—arguing everyday about nothing. one of us has to end it. so i’m ending it.” he stood up, leaving you on the couch in tears.

𓍼 ˋ✮ TAEHYUN

a loving feeling - mitski 𓍯 “holding hands under a table. meeting up in your bedroom. making love to other people. telling each other it’s all good.”

taehyun wanted you, and he wanted you bad. in a way, he already had you. just not fully—not in the way he truly wanted you. and don’t get him wrong, he enjoyed having you under him, but after that moment passed and you both cleaned up to leave, that was it. he wanted more.

he was fine with just hooking up with you here and there, being your date when you didn’t have one and holding your hand under the table hoping you would get his message. but you didn’t. it wasn’t part of the unspoken agreement you both came up with. the intimate relationship the two of you had was strictly physical, not romantic.

“sorry for ending things so abruptly,” you spoke as taehyun helped tie the opening your shirt had, “i kinda forgot that i’m suppose to meet this guy i met online for a date.” taehyun’s eyebrows raised slightly, which you could see with the mirror in front of you. his eyes met yours, “date?”

you smiled slightly, nodding. “yup,” you replied, turning to him as he finished tying your shirt. “pretty nice guy so far. why, you jealous?” you teased him. taehyun smirked, “we both know nobody else can compare to me. why would i be jealous?” your pretty laugh filled his ears as you moved to put on your shoes.

taehyun’s heart dropped slightly at your reveal. he desperately wished that it was him you were preparing to go on a date with. instead, he had to watch as you got ready for a date with someone else. watch as you slipped out the door and into the arms of another. it felt like the two of you were going in circles.

“i just don’t get it? why do they all act the same?” you sulked on taehyun’s shoulder, drunk out of your mind. you had called taehyun after you had broken up with your recent boyfriend, needing a shoulder to cry on. of course he obliged, what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t? you stared up at him with big glassy doe eyes as your speech slurred, but he heard you perfectly, “none of them are you. why don’t you feel the same about me, taehyun?”

taehyun’s eyes widened as you turned to take another shot. he put it to the back of his mind for now, determined to get you home safely. a couple days later he came to you with your admission and you froze in fear. “o-oh…” you mumbled, looking down. “i didn’t—i’m sorry if y—“ you didn’t get a chance to sputter out any more words before taehyun’s lips were on yours, a kiss full of passion and wanting connecting you. “i do feel the same about you,” taehyun smiled as he pulled away, holding you in his arms. “i have all this time.”

𓍼 ˋ✮ HUENINGKAI

two slow dancers - mitski 𓍯 “but we’re two slow dancers, last ones out. we’re two slow dancers, last ones out.”

the first time you met kai was at your middle school dance. your “date” had left you to go dance with your friend, leaving you heartbroken in the middle of the gymnasium floor. he had swept in like your knight in shining armor asking if you wanted to dance and saving you from embarrassment. as the two of you slow danced together, that’s when your love for him had first started to bud.

unfortunately, the two of you never progressed past that moment. kai had moved away shortly after and through the grapevine you heard that the dance was a makeshift goodbye party with his friends. you heart was broken, but eventually you moved past it and middle school.

the second time you and kai met was on your college campus. it turns out you two were actually going to the same place. you feelings for him had always lingered inside you and seeing him in person again ignited those feelings. the two of you had gotten close. your feelings for him suddenly bloomed rapidly, and right when you were gonna take the leap and ask him out, he told you about this girl he was talking to.

“we’re a lot alike,” kai had blushed, turning the textbook page the both of you were studying. “i just can’t believe she actually likes me back!” you had begun to distance yourself from him for your own sanity, not that he noticed. he was a man newly in love and you didn’t want to do anything to disturb that. again, you moved past it and eventually college.

you didn’t meet kai again until years later down the line. you were older now, wiser and all that. you barely thought about the boy who once plagued your mind—not outside the occasional ‘what if.’ by pure chance, you accidentally collided with him miles away from your middle school and college.

“i’m so so sorry, oh my gosh!” you frantically exclaimed as you ran to the nearest table to grab napkins. as you pressed it to the huge coffee stain on a pure white shirt, you finally looked up and came face to face with your first love. your eyes widened and you choked on your words. from the looks of it, kai did too. “y-y/n!” kai exclaimed. “it’s been so long! how have you been? oh—and don’t worry about the stain, i’ll just get another shirt!”

the two of you sat in that cafe for what seemed like hours as you caught up with each other. you asked each other various questions, such as ‘where has life been taking you?’ and ‘are you taken? any special person waiting for you at home?’ it turns out you were both single. you felt that familiar blooming at your chest and as the night progressed. you were determined not to let him slip from your fingers again.

“you know, i use to have a thing for you,” you mentioned as the topic of your college days was brought up. kai laughed softly, his voice teasing, “use to?” you shot him a playful smile back. “i use to have a thing for you too,” he added quietly. your smile turned genuine as it widened. “still do… always will,” you trailed as you took a sip from your mug, you glanced up at him bravely.

“so then what are we waiting for?” he asked you, his features lighting up with a smile causing one of your own. you sat your mug down and gave a playful shrug, “i don’t know—ball’s in your court.”

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m1styp1nk · 2 months

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Could you please do a Lucifer x female angel reader?

Please 😫🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

˚₊‧꒰ა ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ❤︎ ʙᴀʙʏ ໒꒱ ‧₊ ˚

ʟᴜᴄɪғᴇʀ x ғᴇᴍ! ᴀɴɢᴇʟ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

synopsis: much like lucifer, you’d been a dreamer. you held high hopes for heaven, new ways to spread fantastical ideas for all of creation. however, you were denied of your ideas. you were seen as dangerous. and with that, you’d been cast out of heaven with the man that inspired you.

additional tags: female reader, not proof read, fluff-ish

a/n: i wasn’t really sure how to interpret this considering i had so many ideas for him with an angel reader, but this is what i settled on! hope you enjoy it, and i won’t at all mind doing a redo if this wasn’t quite to your liking ( ´ ꒳ ` )

He was divine; wishing to spread only good. It was how you had always envisioned Lucifer. You’d hear stories of how the elders talked about him.

“A trouble maker,” they said. The man seemed to be nothing of the sort. Undeserving of the title he was given “Dangerous,” they’d continue.

The man wasn’t trustworthy. Many of the older, wiser seraphim’s would warn you pathetically. Their words fell to deaf ears each time.

All the elders were aware of your curiosity and interest for the man, qualities in which good angels shouldn’t possess.

But you were a good angel. However the man you’d sought to learn about was ‘wicked’.

Though many of the seraphim’s believed you had redeeming qualities; ones that would make up for your yearning to be like the man deemed trouble.

“Go down to the earth,” One of the seraphs requested. “teach the two humans about the divine heavens above. Plague them with good.”

You’d obeyed their orders in any angels usual submissive manners. With four outstretched and feathered wings, you flew down to the earth.

The thought of failure never crossed your mind as it was too full with determination. With pride as you were sure you wouldn’t mess up.

Regardless of how prideful you’d felt, the last thing you had expected to encounter was the same man that clouded your thoughts.

The same tempting angel you yearned to learn of.

Lucifer had found himself interested in the humans as much as you were interested in him. And with the temptation, he couldn’t resist sneaking down and watching them from afar.

But things became all the more intriguing as you flew down from the golden gates of heaven.

You had a kind nature as you introduced yourself to the two humans. A sort of aura that had him infatuated. One that made him want to rid of his hiding spot and wish he was the you were introducing yourself to.

You taught the man, Adam, how to be less demanding. You taught the woman, Lilith, the virtues of being more compliant when truly necessary.

The garden grew more peaceful once you had arrived. One thing threw you off. The presence of a lurking angel you had tried desperately to ignore was ever there in the first place.

You had noticed Lucifer on multiple different occasions. When you’d teach the pair of humans about certain sins, you noticed the way his head would peak from behind a tree and stare.

Not at all was he interested in what you would teach them. He was interested in you.

You tried to ignore him, silent prayers that he’d grow bored of you, despite you not wanting him to. You only hoped you knew better than to get distracted by the charming man from the work the seraphim’s expected you to accomplish.

But Lucifer drew you in like a magnet.

And you were fine with being his iron.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

The Garden of Eden was peaceful. A soft stream of water, animals lurking in every corner, and soft tufts of grass stretching across the horizon.

It was beautiful. A restful place.

But even with the comforting air, a certain angel still flooded your mind. One you felt staring at the back of your head for far too long now.

You weren’t sure when he would decide to finally reveal himself. In truth, you don’t even known how long it’s been since you’ve arrived at the garden. How long it’s been since you’ve been in heaven. And part of you couldn’t help but wonder if being sent here was a punishment.

That maybe if you’d kept to yourself instead of telling the seraphs of your interest in Lucifer, you wouldn’t feel homesick so often.

With your eyes settling on the tree of forbidden fruit in front of you, your body sank further into the bright green grass you lay on.

From the bush behind you came rustling.

A sigh, taking the place of a restrained laugh, escaped your lips. Now you weren’t sure if he was being so ‘non-secretive’ on purpose.

You moved to sit up, pulling your legs to your chest as you wrapped your arms around them for more security.

It wouldn’t hurt to finally start a conversation with the angel you couldn’t help but feel was stalking you now.

“Are you as troublesome as they say,” Your voice came out as a whisper, but melodic nonetheless.

The rustling came to a halt, few dark green leaves with cracked edges falling from the bush.

Even with how silent your voice was, he still heard it. And he was all ears.

This time, you couldn’t stop the giggle falling from your mouth, the corners of your lip upturning into a smile that reached your eyes perfectly.

Rather convenient he finally chose to quiet down.

He was caught. He knew he’d been for a while now. He noticed how your captivating eyes would catch his only for you to turn away just as quickly.

But Lucifer didn’t quite know yet if he was ready to finally introduce himself to you.

Though the way your voice was like that of a singer; smooth and rich, he couldn’t help but wash away the hesitance he previously held.

In just hearing your voice, it vanished.

“Well?” You hummed, letting your legs fall as you turned to face the bush you knew he was hiding in. Question is; will he continue to hide in it?

“You don’t exactly look like trouble, Lucifer.” It almost made him melt, the way you said his name. The feeling he’d felt when you said it with such kindness was unlike anything he’d known.

His red eyes stared at your soft features through a small hole in the bush, his pupils dilating unnoticeably as he examined you from up close.

He truly didn’t expect for you to see him.

But that doesn’t mean he’s mad that you did.

Your already sugary-sweet smile softened once you lowered your body closer to peer through the makeshift hole in the bush.

“You’ve been hiding here quite the while,” You stuck a hand into the bush, ignoring the feeling of the sticks that poked and pricked at your skin, “i’ve noticed you staring at me.”

Lucifer knew that. But hearing you admit it to him still made an comfortable warmth rise to his cheeks. And it wasn’t long until the hand you pushed through the barriers of the bush made it directly in front of him.

His eyes stared at it for a few passing moments. When he took notice of the way it urged closer to him, he got the hint to hold it.

With his mouth still sewn shut, he raised his hand, willingly placing it on yours.

Your hands were smooth. Gentle and soft. Nothing like his due to him ravaging through different bushes to hide in.

Lucifer didn’t receive much time to bask in the feeling of your hand in his, as a harsh tug to his arm broke him out of his thoughts.

In moments he was pulled out of the bush.

You stared at him, slightly shocked by his appearance. He was short but wore a large hat. And unlike you, he had an extra set of wings.

He stared up at you, mouth hanging open as if wanting to say something but staying quiet. He had leaves scattered around his clothes, some making their way to his light blond hair.

This was the man the seraphs called dangerous?

“You’re gorgeous.”

The words fell from his mouth faster than he could stop them. This time, your mouth opened. It stayed that way as an obvious pink blush slowly be and more and more evident on your face.

“What?”

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

After your short encounter with him, visits with Lucifer became more frequent. It was usually you who would start the conversations. Considering he was still rather embarrassed of the first words he said to you were.

But he didn’t stop with his compliments. If anything, he’d grown relentless with them.

Though afterwards he’d fly off before you could say a thing.

You were the first ever person to make him feel such a way, you truly were an angel. A beautiful one. He regretted not falling for you sooner.

Eventually, he’d grown comfortable enough to get out of his hiding spot on his own and without you dragging him out of it.

That only strengthened your friendship with him.

You couldn’t comprehend why the seraphs had thought so lowly of him. His ideas were brilliant.

Just like he was.

Sometimes, as Lucifer would lay with you on the grass of the garden, he couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted things to change. He liked life in the garden; life with you.

But his rebellious side got the better of him one day. You had an argument with Lilith, Adam, and Eve. Lilith refused to be his wife. And she convinced Eve to do the same.

When you told Eve it to listen to Lilith, she had stormed off. You begged Lucifer to get her while you dealed with Adam.

Lucifer would never deny you. He would never deny the first woman he loved.

So he flew off to get her. But when he had finally reached her, she was at the forbidden tree.

As she reached up for the red fruit, he couldn’t bring himself to stop her. But he found himself wanting to encourage her to take a bite.

So he did. As did Lilith as she found herself following the two. So Eve ate the apple.

Founding out what Lucifer had done, the seraphs sent him and Lilith down to hell for it.

And they sent him there without your knowledge.

You didn’t notice he was missing. You were trying to calm down Adam, trying to understand why the man you fell in love with was taking so long.

It wasn’t until a seraphim flew down to retrieve you, til you understood. You failed.

You got distracted and blinded by love to the point you ignored your given task of putting the humans first. You failed to stop Eve and Lilith.

And so, you suffered the same price as Lucifer.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

It was his fault. And he knows it. But he didn’t mean for this to happen.

Lucifer never fell in love with Lilith. And he certainly never meant for her to fall for him. As for Eve, he never loved her either.

There had only been one woman he fell for, only one angel he was truly devoted to.

Maybe that’s why Lilith had left him.

To fill his own emptiness of living in a foreign place without you, he married Lilith. However, she realized the way he’d struggle to tell her he loved her. She noticed the way he would twist the ring around his finger as if wearing it bothered him.

But Lilith stayed. She stayed until she heard the way your name fell from his lips.

He understood why she left. And he understood why his own daughter hated him for it.

He thought he could love someone that wasn’t you. How wrong he was. You truly were heaven-sent. There was no one else like you.

When he was condemned to hell, he was sure he would never see you again.

Lucifer didn’t struggle to remember the feeling of happiness and bliss that was overwhelmed him when he did see you.

Fitting into heaven was easy. Dress yourself with a smile and a contempt look. In hell it was the opposite. You stood out amongst sinners.

A benefit to Lucifer.

As the depressed king of hell, Lucifer didn’t often take walks outside. He didn’t care for the scenery, for there was not much to be seen after all. Nor did he care for his people.

To him, nothing good could ever come from wandering about the streets of the pride ring.

He’d much rather be in his home, lying in bed and reminiscing of his time with you in the garden.

The way you would climb the trees effortlessly, despite your well-working wings. The way you would offer a hand to him when he struggled to climb the tree as fast as you did.

He missed it, he really did.

He missed your face and your touch. Your hands were always soft. When you would hold his own hand, it was delicate. When you would pry at his wings, you touched them as if they were fragile.

He missed that. He missed you.

He missed someone he thought he’d never have within his reach again. But he relished in the joy that overcame him when he was proven wrong.

You looked as beautiful as the day he first met you; the day you first held his hand. Beautiful but tired a d restless. Hell wasn’t the place for you.

And it showed.

But if you have him time, heard him out on his relentless apologies for being the reason you were in hell in the first place, he could show you it isn’t that bad if your surrounded by the right people.

And he was the right person.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Words couldn’t explain what Lucifer thought of you. Especially now as you sat in front of him.

The man didn’t change. And neither did you.

He was short, but as you sat on a small wooden bench in a bleak and burnt park in hell, he stood above you. And god were you breathtaking.

Captivating and angelic, just as you had been on Eden. He was sorry; he truly was. Lucifer knew he was the reason you were down here.

“Luci?” The nickname made his knees weak. And with your voice which, contained a heavenly quality to it, only numbed his heart even more.

But the frown on your lips soured the moment.

“I’m sorry.” Lucifer’s voice cracked almost uncharacteristically. “Y/n, I’m so sorry-”

He knew he much hope the seraphs held for you when you tasked with watching the humans. He loved you. He really did. The last thing he wanted was to ruin everything for you.

But he went and did that anyway.

You watched as Lucifer’s face scrunched up, his eyes watering the longer you stayed silent. You hated how you felt. Wanting to be mad at him all while wanting to hug him and kiss him; two things you never got the chance to do before.

Instead, your arm reached up to where Lucifer stood in front of you. Your hand barely brushed against his cheek, but he was quick to lean into your touch. To say he was starved of it was an understatement.

Lucifer’s lips trembled lightly as he took in your presence, basking in it. He moved his hand up, gently placing right on top of the one you had on his pale cheek.

“It’s okay,” Your voice was captivating and reassuring. Maybe a portion of you was still mad at him. But whatever had been there was promptly drowned away.

A tear left his right eye, one your thumb tenderly wiped away. “I could never stay mad at my Luci.”

Stumbling upon him was unusual. But it wasn’t horrible. He was simply the last face you thought you’d ever see again. Though you had no complaints.

In a quick second, Lucifer’s arms wrapped around your body.His body was bent down to hold your sitting one, his head buried into your chest.

He couldn’t bear to lose you. Not again. He lost Eve, and he had lost Lilith. But their absences didn’t effect him nearly as much as yours did.

The hug had shocked you, but you didn’t hesitate to envelope him in a warm hug.

Lucifer’s largest wings tore the fabric on his back to come out, eagerly wrapping around your. Your wings were smaller, but did the same.

“You really are a dream come true, Y/n. A perfect angel.”

The words were muffled, his mouth pressed against the surface of your neck as he spoke.

Hell wasn’t as perfect as the garden of Eden was. But to Lucifer, anything was perfect for as long as you were around.

Your being alone illuminated the dark pits of hell you’d both been trapped in.

And Lucifer was fine if you were the only star lighting up his dim path. He was fine with you being his star. His Morningstar.

God, he couldn’t wait for you to take that name.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin x y/n #hazbin x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer x y/n

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dollfacedsl1ut · 7 months

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Chanel purse

➼ compendium : you bought another purse without permission

➼ dynamic : !sugar mommy zyu x !fem reader

➼ warnings : guided masturbation, vibrator, squirting, onsided masturbation, phone sex, mommy jihyo obv, reader has a degradation kink, dirty talk (just jihyo), passive aggressiveness from zyu, reader is horny hearing zyu scold her :((

requested?? : nope (request are open tho)

➼ word count : 637

a/n: I’ve been obsessed with zyu recently LIKE OFMFKDKDJ (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝) not proofread Oopsie

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You shut your laptop after buying yet another Chanel purse with jihyos credit card, shes been on her work trip for the past 2 weeks her absence drove you mad as you started to buy any online purchase that sparked your interest including a 1.5k pink purse with a pearl handle

Your phone rang with a incoming call from jihyo, answering her raspy voice started to speak fast over the phone “y/n another purse what the fuck are you doing” you put her on speaker phone picking up your cup of tea “I got bored my bad” rolling your eyes jihyo could sense that you didn’t care about the purchase “y/n I’m so serious” her voice deepened causing you to squeeze your thighs together “m’sorry I just missed you so much I needed to occupy myself” she sighed into the mic before lecturing you, her voice just turned you on forgetting about why she even called you, the uncomfortable feeling of your panties sticking to your clit made you rock your hips against the bed the friction caused soft whimpers to escape your lips.

Thinking about using your vibrator you were a bit scared jihyo would hear the buzzing sound your eyes scanned over the bed as your eyes landed on the white hitachi wand turning it on low and sliding your panties aside the wand touched your clit as your breath hitched, rocking your hips steadily with the wand you picked up your phone before placing it on your chest you can tell jihyo was finishing her rant before a particularly loud moan escaped your lips which caused jihyo to stop talking…

“Y/n…” you could hear the dussaponntmebt in her voice “I’m sorry i couldn’t help myself-“ your whiny voice made her show a little mercy on you “are you using the hitachi wand I got you” looking down at the at the wand placed between your folds “yes I’m sorry- I just like the way your voice changes when you’re upset” your voice shook as you felt your release nearing “so you like my voice sweetheart?” The tone of her voice causes your brain to fog “it’s such a shame in not there to fuck my pretty girl silly” jihyo heard your high pitched moaning knowing you were near your release you rocked your hips faster against the wand the vibration still on low the faint buzzing sound was the only thing you heard besides your moans and jihyo helping you cum “I’m so close” your voice barely above a whisper, she heard your pleads to let you cum “turn it up higher” pressing the button the vibrations sped up you stopped rocking your hips as your legs shook and repulsed “please I need to cum please” pleads barely audible, you heard jihyo chuckle at your pleads

“why should I let you cum you spent money on a new purse without asking then proceeded to fuck yourself as I lectured you” your heart sank as you kept the vibrator to your clit trying to delay your release, thinking of a good comeback you decided to keep it to yourself really needing to cum “you know I don’t reward for bad behavior y/n” she sighed again in the mic making it harder for you to hold back “since I’ve missed your pretty voice… I’ll let you cum sweetheart” you whimpered loudly as you let go squirting all over the bed your thighs quivered as you kept the vibrator against your clit, your juices spewing out occasionally “now cut the vibrator off” removing the vibrator before powering the wand off you sat up examining the mess “I want the sheets changed by the time I get back you have 2 hours get it done” seeing the condition of the room you knew you had to get started right away

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

#twice #twice smut #jihyo twice #park Jiyoung twice #jihyo smut #twice jihyo smut #park jihyo #park jihyo smut #jihyo twice smut #jihyo x reader #fem reader

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cinnamoneve · 3 months

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Hi, please could you do gojo proposing and married life with him headcanons. Pretty please

ough i love this request so bad he's such a lil romantic at his little core ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა i've written satoru as a husband if you wanna give that a lil peek, so i just focused on the proposal aspect, hehe!! thank you for requesting and for your sweet manners baby ♡

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬! - 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

⤷ he knows as soon as you start dating that you're the one he wants to spend his life with ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა i push the same satoru agenda that im sure most of you are tired of it but if he loves you enough to commit to dating you, you'll have to pry the relationship from his hands! he is locked in the second he gets to call himself your boyfriend

⤷ it kills him to hide it from you that he's been stalking your little pinterest boards, talking to your friends and family about rings you'd like. he doesn't want to give away that he's planning on proposing, so he measures your ring finger secretly when you're asleep to make sure he's got it right. he does it dozens of times before he orders it, just making sure that he's got it perfectly down

⤷ satoru would spend months just finding a jeweler that matched his incredibly high standards for you. the cost doesn't matter to him if it makes you happy. and he knows you'd be happy with a plastic ring or one that costs six figures. you're gonna be his sweet little fiancée though, what would show that off better than a beautiful, custom ring just for his love?

⤷ the type who'd carry the ring around everywhere with him. he'd take little photos of you and the ring, your back unknowingly towards the ring he'd gently place on your finger months later. he'd take these pictures anywhere he could. on your little vacation together, as you're filling the car up with gas; or perhaps it was in the grocery store when he was whining for slice and bake cookies, or maybe he'll take a pic when you're hanging with his students

⤷ speaking of the students, they all know. they're all in on it. yuuji was the last to know (most likely to get excited and squeal), nobara was needed for her opinion and taste (opinionated and always honest) and megumi was the first to know because satoru secretly wanted his blessing. that's his own flesh and blood, after all. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

⤷ when he finally (FINALLY) works up the courage to ask you, he makes sure that the whole proposal is intimate, genuine, and the proposal of your dreams. he'd reference little inside jokes between you both, make sure all your wants, needs, 'n values are seen.

⤷ his hands will tremble a bit, his voice just a little shaky as he gets down on one knee to ask you to be his person forever. he'll hardly be able to contain himself when you give him your answer, not able to put the ring on your finger quick enough so he could pull you into a sweet kiss. his fiancée, his love, his little forever 'n always ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

#asks ! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru headcanons #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo headcanons #jjk headcanons #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #i need him so bad

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asuyaka · 4 months

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Hello Arlan! I love you’re writing so much and was wondering if you could write someone with Aki from CSM since i see there isn’t a ton requested on here! What i was thinking was Aki and Reader(FtM or whatever feels best!) Having lots of little romantic moments together. Doing your chores everything like that and once they finish relaxing on the couch and they open up to one another about current life struggles and grow more and more intimate that Reader and Aki go into the bedroom and slowly but romantically have one another in the sheets. I love domestic like fics and i would love to see how you interpret this. I give you full reign to choose what happens but that’s just what i give to start an idea. I hope you are healthy and well!!

★ - m'was kinda strugglin' on if it should be FtM or cis... ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭ also!! CSM hype Reze 's gettin animated ໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১

☆ - Aki Hayakawa x FtM! Reader!

♡ - m'cigarette addicted boyfie...໒꒰ྀི ๑>///<๑ ꒱ྀིა | slight manga spoilers but no names are dropped!! | wowie, this one took a lottt outta me! but, anythin' for you guys!! merry (late) christmas ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა

✪ - amab terminology, dom Aki/sub reader, praise, dacryphilia, nipple play, fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, uses the term 'hole' and 'dick/cock' for readers genitals, slight degradation/mocking, creampie(s), n implied aftercare!!

Aki Hayakawa’s children are a handful. There is no other way to say it. However, you could say you enjoyed it whenever they got rowdy. After killing the Control and Gun Devil and everyone (surprisingly) making it out alive, Power and Denji have been inseparable ever since.

Constantly bickering about who’s getting the larger portion of juice, running around the house at fuck off O’clock yelling something about how Martians are going to invade Japan with tin foil shaped like a cone on their heads, or having… barf contests for some odd reason.

Then there was you Aki, and some girl Kishibe gave you after the control devil incident. Aki insisted on moving since the house was too big for five people and an absurd amount of dogs. He also pulled Denji and Power out of Public Safety and enrolled them in school when he figured out they were nowhere near the proper academic level for teenagers— and helped them with their homework whenever they got it.

The girl was always close to Denji or with the dogs. She was nice, a little freaky when you realized she was the new Control Devil, but you soon realized she was nothing like the past one.

She embodied a fresh new slate, a perfect addition to the family slowly building itself back together after almost losing important people in your lives.

“I’m back, I got groceries so we could make dinner when they’re back from Kishibe’s,” Aki says, accompanied by the automated chime that sounded through the house every time the door opened.

Donned in a plain apron jacket, Aki’s clothes, and house slippers, you greet him at the door with a kiss, an excited smile adorning your face. “Welcome back! I uh, wrote you something.”

Aki cocks an eyebrow slightly as his hands snake to settle on your waist, breathing in the scent of his shampoo on your hair. “What is it, baby?”

Walking towards the living room–albeit a bit awkwardly with the addition of your boyfriend behind you– you pick up a note from the table, an excited but shy look on your face as you hand him the paper.

Aki silently reads it behind you, remaining expressionless until he finishes. “You’re so sappy, you know that?” He breathes out, peppering kisses against your cheek.

A warm flush spreads through your body, slightly pushing his face away from yours. “I need to finish doing the dishes, wait on the couch?”

Aki kisses your cheek once more before nodding, the warmth around your waist leaving as he sits on the couch.

Immediately missing the added heat against your body, you do the dishes with added haste. Not too fast for Aki to pick up on what you were doing, but fast enough for your hands to gain slight ice burn.

You take your apron off and hold it, placing it next to Aki’s. It’s a slight, domestic feature that makes your heart swell up fondly. Aki’s blue eyes catch yours as he pats a seat next to him on the couch.

He wraps his arms around you, pushing your back against his chest and intertwining your legs. Moments like this make you feel lucky. Lucky to have Aki alive and your kids (?) alive too.

“What was it like being in public safety?” You ask absentmindedly, adjusting your position so you’re laying on top of him, chest against chest.

Aki’s eyes widened, his face slightly contorting in confusion. “What’s with the sudden question?”

“Well,” You shrug, intertwining his hands in yours. “You quit and I just got a little curious since you know… all that happened. I guess I was scared you and the kids wouldn’t come back to me.”

He stares at you and sighs, pulling you closer and putting your face in the crook of his neck. “I know, I’m sorry. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly good either. People died, a lot, and a part of me guessed that one day I’d die before I ever got a chance to find people to care about.”

“There was Himeno, of course, but that wasn’t the same.” Aki sighs, a vague image of his friend flashing through his face. “Ironically, it was when I met those two dumbasses and you that I think my life… turned around?”

“I was forced to take care of Denji and Power, obviously, but the added responsibility of taking care of two people who don’t know how to do long division made me care for them in a reverse psychological type way.”

Aki’s hands are under your shirt, drawing images on your bare back. “Then I met you and changed even more. I never thought I’d be able to have a significant other, not to talk about loving someone romantically.”

Aki isn’t good with expressing his emotions, and even though he’s millions of light years better than when you first met him, hearing him outright say that you changed him, for the better, makes something swell inside you.

“‘n I’m the sap.” You say in feigning annoyance, pressing a kiss on his neck. You feel his body shudder as the hands on your back dig into your skin. “Missed you.”

You move to straddle his waist, a warm flush spreading across your body. “Aki,” a shiver runs down your spine as you suck in a breath. Like a broken record, you repeat yourself. “Aki,”

Curling your fingers into his shirt, you pull him forward and push your lips into his.

You feel him move, his chest pressing against yours as he pushes you to lay your back on the couch. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, the smoothness of his topknot under your fingertips. He tastes tangy, addictive. His tongue swirls around yours, a tiny whine forces its way through your throat.

Pulling away, Aki plays with the bottom of your (his) shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Yes, Aki please,” You whisper shakily, watching his eyes darken as he swiftly takes your shirt off, throwing it on the floor somewhere and burying his face in your neck.

Soft whines emit from your mouth, hands going to remove the hair tie holding his hair up. His dark blue hair cascaded past his neck and rested on his shoulders. Aki’s hands follow the soft arch of your back and leave indents of his teeth, accompanied by bruises forming on your neck.

Electricity pools in your stomach and flows straight to your dick. Aki spreads your legs with his big hands, his mouth nibbling on the tip of your nipple. “Bedroom?” You whisper breathlessly, remembering none of the people you and Aki are acquainted with know how to knock (except for Angel).

He groans and picks you up as if you weigh nothing, tossing you over his shoulder and opening the door to your shared bedroom with his foot. He puts you on the bed and readily restarts his ministrations.

You watch him play with the waistband of your boxers as his teeth graze the tip of your dick through the fabric. Your legs instinctively come to close, separated by his head. Aki grunts, his hands pressing into the flesh of your thighs, prying them apart and keeping you still. “Stay still.”

Sounds of protest bubble up but the second you feel him lick your cock, it shuts you up instantly. You won’t admit how hard seeing Aki between your legs makes you. Your hole clenches around nothing as slick pools between your thighs.

“Aki,” You mutter, your hands gripping the sheets. “Just take them off already.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” Aki tuts, feigning annoyance as he grabs your thigh so you’re focused on his face. There’s a bare hint of flush on his cheeks, pressing against the crease where your thigh and crotch meet.

It’s like a mental game. Aki knows what he’s doing, how to play with your body to get the exact reaction he needs, and you were dumb to think he wouldn’t use that against you. “No… m’sorry,” You sniffle, fighting back the tears that you weren’t aware of bubbling up.

It’s embarrassing, the hold he has on you. All it takes is a few kisses and some manhandling to have you whining under him like a slut.

Nonetheless, he hikes your hips up and finally takes your boxers. A small gasp leaves your lips as Aki forces your legs above his knees, now properly sitting on the bed. You can feel the swell of his bulge on your ass. There, so close to where you need it the most.

“Open,” Aki’s fingers slip into your mouth, pulling at the corners with a smile on his face. He plays with your tongue, obscene slurping sounds forcing their way into your ears.

It’s not like you’re trying to be loud, but it’s so quiet that you’re practically forced to hear it. Every shortened breath, every whine, words of encouragement every time Aki calls you a good boy, his good boy.

You whimper when his fingers leave your mouth, a messy trail of spit connecting them. His free hand spreads you apart as he scoots down, a glob of spit landing on your cock and sliding down onto your hole.

His fingers find your hole instantly, rubbing against your dick in slow circles. “Aki—ah!” There’s a steady heat building in your abdomen, tight and needy.

“Hm? Something you wanna tell me, baby?” He pushes in a knuckle at a time, just below where you need it. You bite your lip, from the slight burn and the tease of pleasure.

You try to speak– tell him what you need but another finger pushes in and you're interrupted by your hiss. It felt a bit premature, it has been a while since you and Aki had sex so you aren’t as open as you normally would be. Aki leans in for a kiss. It’s demanding, and greedy as he takes your breath away, biting at your lips. Aki’s fingers begin sissorcing, a tiny mewl of surprise leaving your throat.

It takes a minute for the pain to leave completely and the pleasure to take over, g-spot hit dead on. “Oh–” You sigh, fingers holding onto Aki’s shoulder as he breathes your air, foreheads pressed against each other.

“Aki,” You’re out of breath and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. It’s humiliating, embarrassing, yet it feels so good. Aki moves down, his teeth leaving a trail as he settles on your left nipple. He circles the areola. His teeth nip and bite the bud, sucking as his fingers move faster.

It’s good, mind-breakingly so, but it hurts. There’s too much stimulation at once and you’ve completely forgotten everything other than Aki. How Aki feels, what he tastes like, your entire mind is Aki, Aki, Aki.

“Feels good, right baby boy?” Aki coos, his thumb circling the tip of your cock with a newfound haste. “Feels– Aki, m’gonna–” You nod frantically, eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your face as you cum.

“Shh,” Aki kisses your cheek, licking the salt off your face. He pulls away and you hear the sound of clothes rustling. He’s still going?

You can’t bring yourself to move, not when your body feels so limp. So you sit there with your eyes closed and wait.

A beat passes, then two, three, and Aki still hasn’t slipped inside. You are forcing your eye to peek open. Aki stares back at you, eyes lidded and breathing heavy. “Y’look so pretty baby, all perfect f’me, right?”

Aki oozes confidence that he knows he has. The power he has over you, to break with merely his fingers evokes an emotion in you.

The head of his cock presses against your hole, using your cum to slide over your cock. Again, and again, and again, until you’re hard and whining for him to fuck you. “C’mon baby, where are your manners?”

You sniffle, swallowing down a whine. “Please, Aki.”

“Good boy.” He smiles, and the slow grinding of his cock against yours finally stops as he slips inside you. Aki is big, even with prep it takes a bit to get used to.

“Y’feel so good baby,” Aki says, his voice catching on a grunt. “So perfect f’me, so fuckin warm too… shit…” The sound of Aki bottoming out embarrassingly almost brings you over the edge.

“A-Aki—”

Aki’s cock hits your g-spot. Whatever you were about to say gets replaced by a whiny moan. Your eyes snap close and your toes curl, more tears falling down your cheeks.

Aki still doesn’t let up, his hips snapping against your ass hastily. You and Aki have never fucked like this, at least you two haven’t gone past one mutual orgasm before. It feels weird, good– but your body burns up and you physically can’t think.

Your cock stirs, pleasure building in your abdomen again. It sends jolts through your body, pleasure building up, and up, and up and—

Aki’s thumb rubs the tip of your cock and that’s all it takes for another orgasm to wash over you. Your whole body trembles and your back arches.

“That’s two,” Aki says, not showing any sign of slowing down. “I want you t’count okay? C’mon baby tell me how many that was.”

Your voice cracks, and Aki is still fucking you. “Two! s’two!”

Aki grins. “There’s my good boy.”

You’re sure you look stupid, crying on Aki’s cock, rambling about how it’s too much, that you can’t cum anymore. You’re still so sensitive but Aki doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t let up; his thrusts are deep, overwhelming.

Your body sags when you feel Aki’s hips stutter, thrusting once, twice, before spilling inside you with a ragged breath. Heat fills your hole, filling you up and leaking past your perineum.

“My boy, my good fuckin’ boy aren’t you?” Aki kisses you, his hand at the back of your neck that’s adorned with bruises. Everything seems to melt into each other as you try to kiss him back, even out your breathing but you just can’t.

Then, Aki’s cock rehardens inside you, even though it’s barely been a minute. Your eyes widen, trying to look down but all the wind is knocked out of you the second Aki moves his hips.

“Ah! Aki— s’too much too much too—”

Aki grabs your chin, squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look at him through blurry vision. “T’aww, s’okay baby, just lay there n’take it, okay?” He says in a nasally, prissly voice.

In addition to Aki fucking your hole and still stroking your dick, he takes your nipple in his mouth. Licking around it, biting the bud and sucking the skin. Your throat hurts from all the whining and moaning you’re doing but you can’t help it. Not when he’s fucking you like there’s no tomorrow, pushing you well past overstimulation.

Aki’s mouth burns on your skin, raising your body temperature. Everything is hot, too much. Then, tugs on your nipple with his teeth, slightly increasing the arch in your back.

With the abuse of stimulating all your erogenous zones, you feel another knot forming inside you. Even though everything feels too good, your tears stain the sheets, and electricity zips down every bone in your body. You’re so close, so close—

“Remember to count,” Aki warns just as another orgasm washes over you. For a second, you think you blacked out. Your senses dull and your eyes see nothing but darkness. Your voice tethers over the edge of a sob, your body still convulsing.

“C’mon baby, what number are we at?”

“Three! It’s three— Aki, can’t anymore s’too much—”

He interrupts you with a harsh snap of his hips. His hand pauses just before it goes back to your weeping cock. The stretch of time physically hurts, because you don’t know what he might be thinking. “I think you can give me one more, hm baby?”

“Aki!” You try to shout, but your throat won’t let you speak over a whisper. “Can’t, won’t, it can’t, can’tcan’t—”

“Shhh, s’okay baby,” Aki kisses your cheek, using one of his hands to pull you down on his cock. “Just let me do all the work okay? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

Realistically speaking he’s always been doing the work so his words don’t hold much value. You don’t think that if you’re thinking of anything at all.

Aki’s hips begin to move again, his mouth latches onto your nipple and you don’t think you can breathe anymore. Continuing to rub your cock, he takes two fingers and adds them into your hole, with his cock still inside.

“Aahh! A-Ak—”

“I know baby, shhh, s’okay…” Aki says, pleased. The noises coming from your mouth are absolutely filthy, they sound straight out of a porno, vulnerable and embarrassing. His fingers and his cock move at an uneven pace, making it hard to tell left from right and up from down.

There’s no way you can cum again, it’s impossible. Even then, Aki still keeps going. There’s an unforgivable assault on your g-spot, the tip of his thumb toying and playing with the slit of your cock.

The pleasure is there, unmistakably so, but it hurts. It’s too much but not enough, everything is hot, too hot and—

“Can’t can’t can’t—”

“S’why I’m here, baby.” Aki’s voice sounds so distant even though you know he’s right there.

You shake your head furiously. “It won’t– Aki it can’t,” you cry, snot dripping down your nose.

Your skull melts into nothing when you feel that knot swell up inside you, it hurts, it's too much, it can’t. “There we go, you’re close, right baby?”

You feel like reality splits the second you cum on Aki’s cock. It dribbles out pathetically, borderline dry. Aki’s hips stutter as he cums inside you, his second time.

Yet, he still has the stamina to force you to face him. “Number?’”

“F…four,” Your voice breaks as you sniffle. You missed Aki’s hands on you, even if it was something small like this.

He pulls out and immediately goes to cradle you when he sees the tears only increase in intensity. “Baby? Hey, did I do something wrong? Does anything hurt?”

You can’t find it in yourself to talk, but you have to reassure him somehow. So you shake your head, burying your face in the warmth of his chest. “Can you tell me anything? Color?” There’s worry in his voice and you can’t help but love him more. Even if he just fucked you and your brain stupid.

Weakly, you hold up one finger, hoping that is enough to get the message across. He looks confused for a brief moment before all the worry washes off his face. “But seriously, why are you crying?”

“L…love you, s’muh…” Your voice is nothing less than grainy like you’ve been a chain smoker for twenty years.

Aki’s expression softens as he places a kiss on your cheek, using his thumb (not soiled with your cum) to wipe the tears off your cheeks. You try to stay awake so Aki doesn’t have to clean up alone.

You’re sure you were awake, but you don’t exactly remember getting into the warm sheets with a fresh new set of clothes on as Aki spoons you.

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