#[𓆩⟡𓆪] xoxo love…

[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT a needy Choso Kamo ♡︎.

He can’t help it. Ever since you first introduced him to sex, he just can’t get enough. It’s not his fault that your cunt is so addicting, so much so that he’s often begging you to let him fuck you on his cock. It’s not his fault that you moan so beautifully that he can’t help but thrust into you harder so you’ll make more of those pretty sounds for him. It’s not his fault that you taste so good and he has to have you on his tongue, drinking your juices until you’re shaking and crying. He doesn’t mean to be so needy, but you bring out this side of him he can’t control.

How is he supposed to control himself when you walk around in those skimpy clothes, showing off your plump ass and perfect tits? It’s impossible. He’ll try to resist, have some self-control. But it isn’t long before he’s hugging you from behind, dotting wet kisses along your neck and pushing his hard-on into your ass. All while he’s begging you let him feel your wet cunt. And of course you’ll let him, how could you say no to your cute desperate boyfriend.

The minute you agree he has you laid out under him as he fucks his big cock into your tight cunt. Moaning and whimpering about how good it feels to be inside you again, his face red as he pushes every last inch of himself into you. He uses his weight to thrust into you, which only made your head go dizzy. He has you in a lazy mating press and your plush thighs slap against his hips every time he comes down, the sound of Choso’s deep thrusts is so musical, his tip abusing your womb to the point your eyes roll back. His mouth is so filthy too, and the worst part is, is that he doesn’t even realize it. “Fuck, baby... you’re sucking me in... your pussy’s so tight.” He groans into your ear, sucking onto your skin and leaving purple marks behind, intent on marking you as his. Although there was no point since you still had the hickeys from your last encounter, but it was never enough for Choso.

The poor curse is so in love with your body that he’ll go on for hours and hours just playing with your body. If it was up to him, you both would never leave the bed. Who needs to eat when he can just eat your cunt and you can suck his cock? Who needs to sleep when there’s a new position he wants to try? This man will not stop because that’s how addicted he is to your cunt. You curse the curse’s stamina and sometimes wish you had a normal boyfriend, but he usually fucks those thoughts right out of your head before you can try and act on them. “Choso… ngh!— h-hold on, my body…” you mumbled, unable to fully say your sentence. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a strangled cry, bucking your hips wildly to try and get that same pleasure again. Choso eyed your reaction, angling his hips to continue hitting that spot over and over again til you’re seeing stars and screaming out his name. You had no thoughts about shame, or how you should lower your voice, not when your handsome boy was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Right there? ‘s that the spot, dove?” He pants, voice hoarse from his overwhelming desire for you. You’ve lost track of time, to obsessed with the way Choso has you creaming around his cock for the nth time. Everything was too much, but you loved it, in an addictive way. The overstimulation was addicting. His words were addicting. The sound of the bed hitting the wall was addicting. His cock was addicting. He was addicting. You always tease Choso about his neediness when in reality, you’re just as needy and obsessed as he is. You can tell Choso is close by the way his cock twitched inside you and how he speeds up his movements, rutting into you with wild abandon and chasing his orgasm.

You throw your head back into a pillow, your vision almost going black as you were consumed with ecstasy. The air was knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips, your senses filled with just the pressure of Choso. It felt like you were gonna throw up, but not in a bad way. “Baby… babybabybabybaby! A-ah! Mgn…” you cried out in pleasure, clawing at the sheets below you. Choso’s hands tightened around your hips, his careful grip growing into a bruising hold as he was solely focused on reaching his climax. “Hah— you feel sososososo good, dove. I love you, I love you so much,” he whimpered. It was right there, he could feel it, just a couple more thrusts and he’ll finally have his release. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.

“Hey dove? C-can I fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Wanna cum inside you,” he begged, his voice broken as he pleads with you. “Please, my love… I want to stuff your pussy with my cum, wanna fill you up…” he continues, kissing your ankle and calf to convince you further. You didn’t need much convincing though, you were already to dumb and out-of-it to deny the poor curse. Frantically, you nodded your head, just wanting to feel his hot semen inside you. And you finally got your wish after a few more sloppy thrusts, before Choso goes still and empties his balls into your awaiting cavern. He lets out a guttural moan as ropes of cum spurt out. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock coated in a translucent white, his thighs and pelvis sticky from a mix of sweat and cum.

You both lay there in silence, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only noise echoing through the room. While coming down from your high, you remember that the reason you even got dressed today was because you had work. Annoyed, you lightly smack the upside of Choso’s head, complaining about how he made you late while you go to get out of bed and put your clothes back on. Choso rubs the area where you hit him as he watched you struggle to move and get out of bed, he looks at you like a kicked puppy and he knows he should be sorry for making you late but he can’t find it in him to feel guilty. Instead, Choso reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back further onto the bed and flushed against his sweaty chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and he lines soft kisses to your nape.

“I’m sorry, dove… Why don’t you call out and let me eat your pussy as an apology?”

[dark-and-kawaii]

If I was a flower growing wild and free All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee And if I was a tree growing tall and green All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves ⊹.(⸝⸝ ˆ ³(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)˚.

[bearsspace]

The punk kiddos arriving to the function 🙏

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Yes I know it's not the cleanest, sorryyyy, but I really liked it, also, can you sense i was again STRUGGLING but now with the space? I can't take my big ahh sketchbook everywhere and now I'm taking this little notebook, supposedly Wybie from "Coraline" and Mike from "TMNT" were also going to be here, but yeah, there was no space, at least for me, anyways, that's it.

Hope you like it! XOXO ♥

P.s: I just wanna thank to all the people that has been giving my Duke design so much love, he is really special to me and seeing that you like the way I portray him it means a lot to me, love y'all.

[ravenncouture]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆Ways to spend time with yourself ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚

𓆩♡𓆪 take a walk outside

𓆩♡𓆪 watch a tv show or start a new one

𓆩♡𓆪 cook something! find yummy recipes on pinterest!

𓆩♡𓆪 read a book or go to your local library

𓆩♡𓆪 go to the gym or do a workout from home

𓆩♡𓆪 paint your nails or even learn how to do arcrylics

𓆩♡𓆪 lake a long hot shower

𓆩♡𓆪 create a playlist of your favorite songs

𓆩♡𓆪 listen to a podcast

𓆩♡𓆪 make a vision board

𓆩♡𓆪 clean up or rearrange your room

𓆩♡𓆪 decorate your room

𓆩♡𓆪 follow a make up tutorial. lots on youtube!!

𓆩♡𓆪 meditate or pray

𓆩♡𓆪 have a bath!! try a new bath bomb

𓆩♡𓆪 write a letter to somebody. decorate it and make it cute

𓆩♡𓆪 try a new hairstyle

𓆩♡𓆪 create new outfits

𓆩♡𓆪 watch a movie

𓆩♡𓆪 spend time outside

𓆩♡𓆪 walk the dog if you have one

𓆩♡𓆪 make a list of all the things you like about yourself!! make a list of what you can improve on also

𓆩♡𓆪 Stretch or do yoga

𓆩♡𓆪 say positive affirmations

𓆩♡𓆪 bake something you like

𓆩♡𓆪 do breathing exercises

𓆩♡𓆪 karaoke! sing your heart out!!

𓆩♡𓆪 dance in your room alone with loud music

𓆩♡𓆪 do a face mask or self care

𓆩♡𓆪 take a nap

𓆩♡𓆪 reorganize your closet. get rid of old clothes

𓆩♡𓆪 visit a new place! go thrifting or try a new restaurant.

𓆩♡𓆪 play with your cat/dog/pet. they’d love the attention!

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that’s the end!

thank you for reading! remember to take care of yourself!! you deserve good things, and good things are coming.

xoxo,

raven

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[babyleostuff]

heyyy hope ur doing ok !! I’d really love to hear ur thoughts on how the svt members would teach u to drive (or the ones that can drive anyways!) lots of love xoxo

oh my god, this was SO much fun to write (and now i can't think about anything else but them driving)

seventeen teaching you how to drive | ot13

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 

𓆩♡𓆪 kind of like driving with your dad (or your dad trying to explain you maths) - at some point you end up crying. He wants to teach you, he really does, but in the end he gets too impatient, so he just yells and takes the steering wheel from you. 

YOON JEONGHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 has a kind of “meh” attitude. He teaches you as best as he can, but whatever happens later, happens. Not his issue anymore. But he really tries his best, it’s not like he wants you or anyone else to get hurt. 

 HONG JOSHUA 

𓆩♡𓆪 very patient and gentle, but maybe too gentle. He doesn’t have the heart to scold you, so even if you speed past a “stop” sign and doesn’t stop, he doesn’t say anything. And every time you ask if you did good, he says yes (and cries a little bit inside). 

WEN JUNHUI 

𓆩♡𓆪 he tries his best, but teaching someone how to drive is very hard. You’d probably not even make it out of the parking lot, but you’d be a pro at parking the car. Would scream if you got too close to another car. 

KWON SOONYOUNG 

𓆩♡𓆪 a big no no to this guy. I adore him with my entire heart, but there is no way I would trust him to teach anyone how to drive. He doesn’t care about the speed limits, so there would be a 90% chance you’d get a speeding ticket on your first drive. Also, he’d tell you to turn left at the “no left turn” sign. The music would be blasting and he wouldn’t give a single fuck about anything. 

JEON WONWOO

𓆩♡𓆪 a very patient teacher, would recommend 10/10. Explains everything like a pro (is he an idol or a F1 driver). He would be kind of strict though, but just because he wants to properly teach you how to drive and not harm yourself and others in the process. 

LEE JIHOON

𓆩♡𓆪 sorry bae, not this time <3

XU MINGHAO 

𓆩♡𓆪 takes the job very seriously. Explains everything from the basics about the car itself, but for some reason forgets to teach you the signs. So anytime you ask about a sign, he panics and tells you to just drive faster. As long as you don’t crash into anyone, it’s all good. 

KIM MINGYU  

𓆩♡𓆪 alongside Wonwoo, the best teacher you could have ever asked for. We know that he taught Chan how to drive, so he would have no problem teaching you how to drive as well. I don’t think I can say anything more about him, except for that I wish he was my driving instructor (mine was more like Seungcheol, it was not live, laugh, love). 

LEE SEOKMIN 

𓆩♡𓆪 for some reason he makes you drive very slowly, so you’re more rolling down the street than driving. A kid literally passed you on their scooter. Also, he’d focus too much on the nice view and forget that you technically can’t drive (you almost hit an old lady on the zebra crossing).

BOO SEUNGKWAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 oh no. no. just no. It’s not that he is a bad teacher, he is just too scared. He doesn’t trust himself enough. He’d be clutching the grab handle above the door and his eyes would be closed at all times. He’d just tell you to drive forward and that would be it. 

CHWE VERNON

𓆩♡𓆪 chaotic, but very chill at the same time. He’d mostly be like: you do you boo. You’d have a lot of fun, that’s for sure. If you ever passed the speed limit, he’d be like “yo bro, that’s crazy”.  

LEE CHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 another great teacher. Might be a bit scared, because he isn’t that experienced himself, but he does his best. His driving lessons would be very safe and he’d make sure that you felt safe and confident behind the wheel.

[hash1ras]

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𓆩♱𓆪

ao3 aot x vampire au coming soon

new orleans. the 1920s.

an underground group known as the agents of paradis are an organization made up of natural + supernatural beings. by day, they run an unsuspecting club in the french quarter. by night, they hunt vampires, werewolves, demons and other various entities. Their mission is simple, protect humanity at all costs.

led by levi ackerman, a sanguine vampire, their rag tag group of friends suddenly find themselves thrown into the middle of a centuries old conflict. A war between the ancient vampire royalty and the rest of the world.

(happy birthday levi my one true love xoxo)

[simbrellaa]

Hey there! I’m Bre, a part-time Simmer and full-time HR professional (yep, Human Resources!). When I’m not working, you’ll find me creating, designing or playing sims , and finding ways to make people laugh. I’m happily married to my super caring husband and proud pup mom to our miniature schnauzer , Marshmallow. I’m 26, originally from Louisiana but now living my best life in Texas (Aggie native here!). Thanks for stopping by!

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If you want MXAO and ADOF to work you have turn off edge smoothing off .

And I also run my game in DX11

[cherrycig-ar]

                      ˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ Welcome ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

My name is Cherry, but you can call me anything! ❥ 

I’m 17 years old ⋆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

She/Her 

Capricorn 𓆩♡𓆪

† My Birthday is January 11th!

          ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　Favorite Things   ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

❁ I love Lana Del Rey, lace, Nana, models, fashion, Coke, cherries, flowers, music, cigarettes, drawing, and Pinterest ♡

❀ Favorites artists are Lana Del Rey, Cigarettes after Sex, Deftones, and Tv Girl ☆

✿ My fav movies are Craft, Black Swan, Heathers, and Corpse Bride ♱

❀ My favorite color is pastel pink, blue and purple. ✮

                         ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

﹕₊˚ʚ🎀ɞ・Plz be my mutual, XOXO・ ʚ🐰ɞ ₊˚

[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT being fucked by Sukuna’s stomach tongue ♡.

He’ll beckon you over, feeling generous, and loosen your kimono to where you’re basically naked, hanging on by your obi. Sukuna grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, positioning you so that you straddled his waist. The mouth on his abdomen formed and opened with a sinister grin, its lips parting as if it were ready to devour you. The elongated tongue that emerged from it was slick and glistening, invitingly beckoning you closer.

“Go ahead," Sukuna rasped, his voice filled with dark desire. "Ride me, brat."

Hesitantly, you lowered yourself onto his mouth. Feeling the wet warmth of his waiting mouth against your most intimate parts. His tongue, long and sinuous, flicked out to taste you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation was both invasive and exhilarating, the slickness of his tongue gliding against your folds, teasing your sensitive clit sending shivers down your spine and a weak cry left your lips.

Sukuna gave you a few seconds to stew in the feeling before his hands tightened their grip on your hips, and brought you down to fully sit on his mouth. His tongue curled and twisted inside you, hitting all the right spots, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Each thrust of your hips brought you closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building within you like a raging storm. Making your breath hitch and your body tremble with need. Sukuna uses his lips and tongue to worship your most sensitive areas, alternating between delicate licks and harder, rhythmic strokes. Sukuna's hands, warm and possessive, slide up your sides, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh. He keeps his touch firm, grounding you as you ride the waves of pleasure. His mouth and tongue work relentlessly, building the intensity of your pleasure with every passing second.

As he devours you with his sinful mouth, he keeps his eyes locked on yours, drinking in the sight of your ecstasy. He wants nothing more than to bring you to the peak of pleasure, to feel you quiver against his lips, and to drink in every drop of your sweet release. “God, you’re so…pathetic,” he bloviated, amused at your shameless display of eroticism. While you are in your own world of pleasure, Sukuna raised one arm from his top set and one from his lower set to cup your breasts that were bouncing enticingly in front of him. You didn’t think too much of it outside of the usual stimulation until you felt a wet and slimy feeling touch your breasts, and you realized that he was using the mouths on his hands to lick your boobs.

You mewled as his mouths began sucking and teasing your hardened nipples with his tongue. Lavishing attention to your sensitive peaks. Your body arches, your chest poking out to push deeper into his hands. It is intense. His tongue alternates between your cunt and your clit before focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves, abusing it til you see stars. Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t comprehend how good his ministrations are making you feel. Only broken moans escape your lips and you shudder. “You love getting used like this, huh?” He remarked in a condescending tone, smirking because he knows you can’t even register what he’s saying. “Moaning like a bitch in heat, you must love getting used like a whore,” he continued.

The sounds of your moans reverberated through the grand hall and Sukuna loved how dumb you were acting. Taking the experience to a new level, he took his free hand from his lower set of arms to reach behind you and place a hand over your ass. He was slick, coming in slow and then when you least expected it, he opened the mouth on his hand and stuck his tongue in your asshole. Your eyes that were downcast and glazed over immediately shot open and you shrieked in surprise. That was the catalyst to your orgasm and you released all over his tongue, the slithery appendage lapped up every drop of your juices eagerly, not letting a single ounce go to waste. The taste of your climax on his tongue is like ambrosia, and he relishes in the way your body tenses and spasms against his mouth. And when your release was done, went back into your cunt to resume fucking you to your next orgasm. You quickly began to squirm in his hold and tried to move away from the hand that penetrated your puckered hole, but was held down by Sukuna’s imposing grip.

He grinned evilly at your reaction, “what? You’re telling me you’ve never had anything in this hole?” You shook your head frantically as tears began to well in your eyes, uncomfortable at the sensation of his tongue wriggling around in your asshole. “No… it’s dirty,” you sniffed, feeling shame creep up on you. “Well, I’m happy to be the first. You should be honored, I’m teaching you how to be a proper whore for your husband,” he mused. His tongue extended and curled deeper into you, pressing into sensitive spots you didn’t know you had. This all so knew to you and it came so suddenly, all you wanted to do was run away from this newfound pleasure. His words only served to embarrass you further and make you want to try harder to get away.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes in annoyance at your incessant squirming, smacking your ass with his only free hand. “Behave.” He commanded, his voice deep and domineering, sending a fearful shiver of dread down your stomach. His command making you still immediately. But as you still, all the pleasure comes at you, receiving stimulation from the tongue in your cunt, the mouths on your nipples, and now the tongue in your asshole. Being confronted with all these different types of oral stimulants, you cum quick and without warning. You feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, digging your nails into his chest and leaving long red scratches. Sukuna could heal those easily, but he wants to leave them there to heal on their own, so he can parade them around like a trophy. He revels in the way you lose control, in the way you let the pleasure consume you, and he wants to have those moments etched into his skin.

And while he appreciates your sounds of ecstasy, you’re beginning to get a little too loud for him. Taking his last free hand, he places it over your mouth, the mouth on his palm eagerly latched onto you, its tongue exploring your mouth with an animalistic hunger. As Sukuna's tongue expertly danced with yours, his other two hands removed themselves from your breasts and found their way to your hips, his grip possessive and demanding. He pulled you off his stomach mouth and moved you lower, the bulge in his robes pressing against your thigh, a clear indication of his own undeniable desire from seeing you come undone. Sukuna took his hand away and broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulled away, a wicked grin etched on his face. He had only begun to savor the taste of your submission, and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"Now, my little whore," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of sadism and lust. "Let's see how long you can handle my insatiable hunger. I didn’t prepare your tight little holes for nothing."

[xxwidow-warfarexx]

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚ ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

🕸️ welcome to my blog, my lovelies 🕸️

DNI if: minor, arachnophobic, erotica adverse

i am the embodiment of post-morning glory cigarettes and tooth-achingly sweet coffee

or vanilla root beer

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚ ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

a little bit about me:

x my name is Scarlette

x you might call me Scar

x pronouns she/her/hers

x i'm 20 years old - bisexual - cis woman - mixed race

x diagnosed ocd - asd - ptsd

x fancy myself a writer but often lack inspiration (that's what the blog is for, silly!)

x similar experience with art at the moment :///

x i am a confused individual, that's keeping it simple

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚ ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

special interests that i will be indulging on this app:

x tom hardy, john constantine, dean winchester, jax teller, edward kenway (ac black flag)

x spiders, erotica writing, gothic subcultures and aesthetics, especially circa late 90s, 2000s and 2010s

(i stand by the belief that late 2000s and 2010s would have been the pinnacle time for me to be in my twenties, but alas the universe had other plans so i make do)

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚ ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

*i will eventually have a kinklist/master list when i begin writing*

xoxo,

Scarlette

[cherrcii]

☆★ a little about me ☆★

cancer ✩°｡⋆⸜

she/her ⋆୨♡୧⋆

some of my favorite artist are: lana del rey, arctic monkeys, the neighborhood, marina, le sserafim, ive, cigarettes after sex, massive attack and chase atlantic ｡°✩☽

I loveeee cats ᶻ⠀𝘇⠀𐰁

my pinterest 𓆩★𓆪

my spotify 𓆩★𓆪

my linktree 𓆩★𓆪

images are not mine unless said so .ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫

credit to rightful owners .ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫

xoxo ㅤ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ

[cherriesnfangs]

“ 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 “

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄 ‘𝐬 𝐓𝐎𝐒 + 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

༺♡༻

𓆩♡𓆪 i’m going to keep this short so i don’t

bore you guys with my rules and my tos ! <3

𓆩♡𓆪 whenever you request , i don’t mind on

nsfw or anything like that but please

don’t make it too extreme because it’ll

make me uncomfortable ! <3

𓆩♡𓆪 if you happen to be a zoo , map ,

transphobic or homophobic — please leave

my page <3

𓆩♡𓆪 if you put in a request , please don’t

constantly ask me to do your request .

𓆩♡𓆪 please have an age in your bio ! unless

you want to get blocked , babes <3

if i got the time , i’ll do it love ! <3

𓆩♡𓆪 the most obvious rule — please do not

copy my work and make it your own ! <3

𓆩♡𓆪 when it comes to making nsfw fanfics ,

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[missmeinyourbones]

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[blissfullyapillow]

Hi Pillow! SleepyIntrovert here. I saw you updated your matchups so I was wondering if I could have songs for the matchups you've already done for me and then a new one please. I'd love if you could do another male genshin matchup along with a jujutsu kaisen one.

Here's some more information for you to work with:

-I can be really sarcastic in an affectionate way with the people I care for and love

-I have dark humor but I also LOVE puns and silly, stupid things

-No matter how hard times get I somehow retain hope and push through. I often feel the need to confine in someone close to me even though it's hard for me to open up

-I love to talk about my interests especially if someone genuinely enjoys listening to me

Thank you and much love xoxo

Notes: Request accepted! I will happily do so for you! I hope you like your matchups, it took me a while to think of them this time around haha

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

How your relationship sounds: 

♡ ⋮ Shikanoin Heizou ₊ ⊹

𖦹 ⋮ Lucifer ✶

✦⋮ Blade 𓆩♡𓆪

‎♡‧₊˚ ⋮ Welt ⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧

New:

  ๋࣭⭑⋮ Kaveh ✧

⋆｡˚ ⋮ Toge Inumaki ˚◞♡

-`♡´-

Masterlist

`✧˖ ��. ✉ ⋆ ˚｡ ‹𝟹

I match you with: Kaveh

Credits: sillyakito on pinterest

`✧˖ °. ✉ ⋆ ˚｡ ‹𝟹

I feel like Kaveh would naturally be attracted to your energy, the fact that you are shy and nerdy would initially pique his interest. 

Initially he may avoid talking to you in fear of making you uncomfortable, but a chance encounter proves his worries were based on fiction. You’re surprisingly easy to talk to, just a bit reserved. 

He’ll tentatively approach you after simply because he enjoyed your conversation and wants to get to know you better, and soon you two develop a blossoming friendship that will later evolve into a romantic relationship you only read about in books.

Kaveh definitely has a hint of romanticism about him, and that translates into his ideals and how he views himself as well as the world around him. He simply adores how chaotic you can be once you let your guard down. It literally makes him swoon when you feel comfortable enough to reveal your full self to him, and in turn he’ll do the same.

You often tease him for how sassy he can be, which results in an “argument” of whose sassier versus more sarcastic. You win the title of the latter option.

You two have similar dislikes so it’s not uncommon to happen upon the two of you whispering in each other’s ears, gossiping about a certain individual who just can’t take a hint. Kaveh finds it particularly amusing if someone works you up and you feel the need to rant to him, but nonetheless he is wholeheartedly supportive and always willing to lend an ear.

You two are each other’s source of light in dark times. Kaveh will do everything in his power to look after you and assure you of your worth whenever times are hard, and you don’t hesitate to reciprocate the same amount of energy for him.

Although Kaveh tends to get fed up easily he’s surprisingly patient with you. People who know Kaveh are often surprised when some comments of yours will go without a full blown retort on his end, a simple flick of your forehead seems to be enough to shut you up anyhow. 

One of your favorite ways to spend time with Kaveh is to be in the same room as him, doing a different activity as Kaveh pours his heart into his work. He often works late into the night. He doesn’t expect you to wait up for him but whenever you do it’s his favorite reward after a hard day of work.

You will happily lend an ear to Kaveh’s rants when a customer insists on doing things their way, without taking into account his vision, and Kaveh will listen to you talk about your interests with a tender smile on his face.

Your relationship with Kaveh is something of envy, but that is the least of your concerns. 

You’re both too lost in each other to pay any mind to the jealous stares of passersby, after all.

‧₊˚✩彡

“You didn’t have to wait for me, you know.” His voice brushes along your cheek, startling you slightly. You lift your head from the book you’re currently reading, your gaze meets his, as bright as a shiny red apple.

“I know. I always want to though. I enjoy spending time with you like this.” Kaveh hums in appreciation as he buries his head into your shoulder. He takes in a deep breath, the feeling tickling the skin at the base of your neck.

You giggle. You feel Kaveh’s lips form a smile against your skin.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be at your side.” You only nod in acknowledgement, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head as he reluctantly detaches himself from you.

You watch him leave the room, and moments later the sound of the shower running fills the empty silence.You choose to continue reading in hopes of finishing the chapter before Kaveh returns.

You succeed in your wish. Just as you put your book down Kaveh returns. He looks rejuvenated as he playfully launches himself onto the bed beside you. You share in joyous laughter as his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.

You spend the rest of the night talking about anything and everything, well past midnight, until your eyelids are too heavy and fall shut of their own accord.

You always sleep the best in Kaveh’s arms, and he’s never too shy to admit that he shares your sentiment. 

.ೃ࿔*:☯ ᨐฅ

I match you with: Toge Inumaki

.ೃ࿔*:☯ ᨐฅ

You two would definitely match each other’s energy seamlessly.

Witty comments are a common occurrence between the both of you. Inumaki may use a select vocabulary vocally, but that all changes over text or other written means.

You have gaming sessions together, ranging from cute Minecraft world dates to intense sessions of rage on a fps game, say fortnite. You’ll send Toge those “Games couples should play together” videos and he’ll show up later with said game already downloaded or held in hand, ready to play with you.

You’ll flirt with him only for him to reciprocate, very eagerly might I add, via his actions. It tends to leave you flustered and wanting more.

The world of Jujustu Kaisen is not a happy one, so your positive mindset is a welcome one for him. Sometimes he needs the pick me up and you’re always the first person he turns to.

Undoubtedly any mischief is a result of the both of you; it’s expected at this point. You’re menaces together, Inumaki often working behind the scenes as you help him execute harmless and silly pranks on his fellow classmates. It’s not always appreciated but that doesn’t stop the both of you from laughing your asses off.

He’d definitely share your dark humor. One night you two were up silently chuckling after you showed Inumaki a horrendous joke you stumbled across while scrolling through social media. It was something you probably shouldn’t have been laughing at but it made it funnier for the both of you.

Toge doesn’t mind listening to you. He often listens to others since he can only say so much, but with you he has no qualms about silently sitting by your side as you rant on and on about random topics that come to mind.

Sometimes he feels guilty that he can’t necessarily communicate with you in the ‘normal’ sense of the word, but you always shower him with affection and reassurance whenever he brings up these concerns. Your acceptance of him comforts him more than you’ll ever know, and it makes him fall for you harder every time. 

Your relationship is very unique, but just as loving all the same. You’re each other’s favorite person; it’s unusual to find the both of you apart when you aren’t separated due to work or jujutsu/curse related reasons. 

。°˖🍙*ੈ✩‧₊˚

You open the door expecting to find Inumkai standing on the other side.

and you do, but you’re met with a delightful surprise.

He stands on the other side, holding a few items and what appears to be a letter of some sorts in his hand. “Mustard leaf?” You don’t say a word, moving to the side to allow him in. He wordlessly reaches for your hand; your hands naturally seek each other out, slotting comfortably against each other. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze as he leads you to a nearby spot to sit down.

That happens to be your couch, and you sit down as directed. Toge slips his phone out of his pocket, and you catch his drift. You quickly get up to grab your phone, returning to the couch as you unlock it. Your lockscreen, a picture of you with Toge, a candid mirror selfie as you both make silly faces at the camera, brings a smile to your face. \

You open his messages to read his heartfelt words. He also provides an explanation to his sudden appearance, your former words of dismay an obvious indicator. 

“You bought these things for me because of the situation I told you about?” You murmur the words softly, but he nods his confirmation.

You gingerly take the items and letter from his hand, all things you’ve said in passing many moons ago, and unshed tears take residence on your lashes. 

He silently reaches out to you, whipping the tear that stubbornly escapes the confines of your lashes.

“Toge.. I.. thank you..” You struggle to contain your emotions, but you should know better. Toge simply steps back and opens his arms wide. 

He doesn’t wait long; you throw yourself into his arms as you allow yourself to be vulnerable with him. 

He sighs; he’s content to be here for you when you’re feeling upset, holding you in his arms for eternity… or until you’re ready to face the world with a smile once more.

and that’s exactly what he does. He’s truly happy he has you, and he’ll remain by your side for the time he has left, and forevermore.

 

Dedicated to,

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :SleepyIntrovert: :;

[petitsdieu]

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Valentine's Day.

Unfortunately she could not find a Tarte au sucre in NYC but there is The Apple's equivalent. Milk Bar's Crack Pie is delivered right when day ripens into Night, and the sun splits a warm in warm tones.

A handwritten note attached.

See you soon.. xoxo, Angel Lung♡

You give it to Ashley deflates like a balloon from the left to Give this to Ashley.

He didn’t expect her to say yes.

*

He thinks about the babylike hug for days. He finds his face changing without his say-so as though something is creeping up on him.

He has Ashley send a flower arrangement half Hara’s weight overseas—all eyes, but not like he’s texting first. He shakes out his gloved hands before he goes through four cards of well wishes, thinking business casual, ending up with Hahnemühle shreds worth a Noir helmet, and picks a timeless:

- ℋ

[scorpiomother]

MOON RIVER (one shot)

･ﾟ★ . when i was led to you, i knew you were the one for me. i swear the whole world could feel my heartbeat

summary: the moon is bright and so is your love for your boyfriend

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: explicit content. minors dni (+18) insomnia. cigarette usage. fluffy smut aka swag (sex w andrew garfield xx) 

a/n: in honor of february and hump day... heheh xoxo 

curated vibes: kiss of life ☆ moon river

masterlist 𓆩♡𓆪 read on ao3 𓆩♡𓆪  kofi

MOON RIVER

The terrain on his back was something you adored greatly. The divots and curves of the flesh, the muscles taut with silver like the winter moon cascading down on the hills of your love. The fibers were like yarn connecting stars to one another, his joints blossoming with the shimmering matter. It was silly, really. The way that you wished to be one of his favorite shirts or a backpack so that you could kiss his spine for the rest of your inanimate life.

The moonlight had no regard for your heart, the shimmering cast making his back visible in the dead of night. It was your only weakness, his herculean build that made him look like a Grecian sculpture, and with the light reflecting off of him, he truly did look like he was made out of Parian marble.

You felt at peace like this. Propped up on an elbow, tenderly scratching Peter’s back as a soft breeze entered the apartment. There was nothing but the sounds of his hums and the spinning of the ceiling fan. It felt like everyone in the city was asleep, but you.

At first, you couldn’t go back to sleep after using the bathroom. It was a common occurrence for you, the slow game of waiting for sleep to overcome you. But when your boyfriend looked like that, it kept you from trying, your thoughts racking with the white noise of adoration.

You dragged your nails against his shoulder blade before deciding to comb throw his thick, messy hair. You didn’t mean to wake him up, but when you see his eyes flicker open, your heart throbbed with delight.

“I dreamt of you,” he said, his voice tired with grit.

“What was it about?”

“Forget already. I just remember your pretty face.”

“You’re silly,” you stated.

“No, I’m in love.” 

“And silly.”

There’s a precious smile that he gives you, one that warms up your chest. He reaches for your hand and brings it up to his mouth, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckle.

For a moment you forget about the exhaustion embedded in your skin and all that occurs to you is how much you adore Peter. It’s like he erased all of your ailments and bad thoughts.

Your restlessness was something you originally categorized as a curse, but as you walked the streets of New York at two in the morning all those months ago, it suddenly turned into a blessing. There he was, a boy from Queens also cursed with the same fate as you. It started with sharing a cigarette on a bench, a block away from your apartment. You recall the way the moon was a lop-sided smile, one that said it was pleased with this encounter. It ended with you confessing your kleptomaniac phase as an adolescent and him admitting that he provokes fights just to feel something. His split bottom lip was a testament to that.

You don’t remember leaving because, in truth, you remember specifically thinking, I never want to leave. But eventually, you were in bed, thinking about the kind stranger as Apollo reeled in the morning sun. It was like you were whisked away by your very own feet, sleepwalking suddenly another problem you had been subjected to.

The night after you walked to the bench and didn’t go there with hopes of seeing him again, but rather reminisce on what a lovely time you had with him. Though you presumed a part of yourself truly did hope he would be there again but to preserve your hopes, you convinced yourself to be pragmatic.

Yet, when you saw him again, a wave of warmth and giddiness washed over you.

He gave you a cigarette upon your arrival and was gentleman enough to light it for you— one of the most intimate things you have experienced in your life. Then the confessions would bundle you two up like the blanket of smoke. It was like a sacred ritual between you two, the tobacco the partition that made it possible for the secrets to come undone.

What keeps you awake? He wondered.

Runs in the family. How about you?

Grief. The words came out in a puff of smoke, grey and bleak.

Does it hurt? You asked.

It’s like a splinter that you can’t get rid of. Always there and always aching.

The way he was able to be candid with you, sugarcoating nothing but his honey-glazed eyes, stuck with you whether his honesty stemmed from your relationship as strangers or he deemed you worthy. 

After eleven consecutive days of your unplanned therapy sessions, it was decided you would take your nightly affair to broad daylight. It made you feel nervous. You didn’t realize it, but the night brought you an unexpected comfort and without the inky veil of the night, you weren’t sure if he would like you still.

Though, the anxiety was soon after replaced with suffocation. You weren’t sure if Peter was in the right mind as the blistering June heat fermented on your back as you sat in Central Park with your sandwiches from Katz’s. If it had been up to you, your platonic date would have been scheduled for a bookstore with AC, but you assumed that his poor scheduling was due to the lack of sleep. I didn’t realize it was going to be so hot, he said, swiping the sweat on his forehead. The night spoils us too much, you replied, after taking a sip of orange soda. 

Luckily, he liked you enough to earn you the title of friend. Graduating from stranger to friend was an easy feat in comparison to the long six months of pining over him.

He had caressed the underbelly of your heart and bewitched you. You would wake up as weary as always and prepare your breakfast without the slightest satisfaction when you had craved a spoonful of his love, but instead runny eggs on stale bread coated your throat.

You were infatuated, but you knew him well enough that it would be best to stay friends and swallow down your feelings. But when you were over at his place watching Fantastic Mr. Fox a day before Christmas Eve and he pressed a kiss to your cheekbone when you had closed your eyes for a minute too long, you confessed. Because that’s what you two did. A confession for a confession.  A truth for a truth.

You kissed me, you whispered with closed eyes, afraid that if you opened them, everything would reveal to be a dream.

He didn’t respond for a minute. You thought that maybe he didn’t hear you but eventually, his handsome voice invaded your senses. I thought you were asleep.

We don’t sleep.

How about I pretend you’re asleep, and I kiss you again? Is that okay? 

I like that idea, you said past the beating heart that sat in your throat.

A week later, it was New Year’s and you kissed the new year hello as boyfriend and girlfriend. Wait until my therapist hears about this, he laughed in your neck. It was a holiday miracle. Finally, after all these truths on the table and he was yours.

Well, most of them.

All that he had asked of you was to trust him. When he gets home at three in the morning and he has no explanation, you choose to trust him despite the bile in your throat, and when the lacerations on his body were so deep that blood pooled at your feet, you bathed his body in silence after he demanded you to not call medical help. If this is going to work, you need to trust me, he said with pleading eyes.

He was everything you wanted, your thoughts consumed with him for the past half a year. How could you say no to the man of your dreams?

So you let the love overweigh the worry and let the anxieties flush out with each bloodied kiss, and persuaded yourself that men with therapists can’t be so bad. 

Besides that, everything was sunshine and daisies. Your patience bore the sweetest of fruit each and every day, him proving himself with the most tender acts. His pretty face and loving hands were enough to swoon over, and his tender disposition and patient temperament were enough to ruin you. Now, you’re still as sleepless as you were back then, but this time you had someone to be sleepless with. 

You hopelessly gazed into Peter’s eyes, counting each star in his midnight eyes. At number four, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and at five, he was holding your hand.

“How long have you been awake?” He asked, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“For a while.”

“I’m sorry I left you alone.”

“You didn’t. I like watching you sleep,” you assured him with a squeeze of your hand.

You took a second to memorize his face. Let it stain your sight. A pleased grin was plastered on his smug face, tugging at your heartstrings. You were completely enraptured by him and when he looked at you with those big warm eyes, it felt like he held you in the same regard.

A yawn came over you causing your eyes to swell. When the tears of exhaustion trickled down they didn’t burn. It bloomed and broke easily, trailing along your cheek like subtle fingers on a bare back. It was chilling.

“Pretty girl, what’s wrong?” His voice was like a sip of whisky, trickling through you, each drop sizzling in your belly. 

“Just sleepy,” you said.

“C’mere.”

Peter turned on his side and opened his arms to spoon you. He cocooned you like a chrysalis does to a caterpillar. His slender, yet strong arms took a hold of you and his chest felt like shelter. Peter made you feel born again, his touch transforming you into love personified.

His hand found a home on your hip. His grasp was tender, taking it upon himself to squeeze and knead the soft tissue. He began to shower you with kisses like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Shiny and bright and all too much, but in the most perfect way.

Peter’s fingers trailed along your outer thigh, baring mercy in his barely-there touch. The gentleness of it made you shiver with need. 

Desire spread across each nerve in your body, begging to be touched by Peter and his calloused hands. You wanted his lips to adorn each surface of your body. In a way, this was worse than lust and greed. He showed you mercy by making you suffer. 

With your back flush to him, you could feel his member rising, the hardened length digging into your ass. He smeared lazy kisses across your neck, your eyes shutting at the overwhelming affection.

“I remember now,” he muttered, encircling your hipbone with his palm.

“What?”

“My dream.”

“Oh really?” You whispered, unconvinced by the suggestive way he delicately stroked your skin. You pushed against him, feeling the heat and pressure from his groin. “Tell me bout it.” 

“Not much to say… It’s better if I show you,” he murmured. 

You responded with a lazy hum, anticipation fluttering in your belly when you hear the rustling of fabric.

“Stay just like that, baby,” he whispered before parting your legs slightly and sliding his cock between your thighs. 

Your thighs were already wet with precum and his cock was wet with your arousal, a mutual exchange that made you feel exhilarated. The way that you make a mess out of each other within minutes. 

You shamelessly whined, knowing that Peter loved when you were vocal. You moaned as his cock glided against your thighs. Your throat vibrated with each mewl and hum, and you could feel the satisfaction radiate off of Peter.

“Peter,” you purred. As he rolled into you, his tip would graze against your now sensitive bud. Your back arched in pleasure as he applied more and more pressure.

“Just relax, baby,” he cooed, his thick cock waning in and out of you.

For a while, that’s all he does. Use your thighs and brush against your slit, a provocative taunt. Your heartbeat made a home in your throat as he slid in and out of your flesh. You were getting impatient, buckling your hips in hope to catch him. You wanted to please him and you wanted that pleasure yourself, to feel him just sink into you. 

“Want it so bad, Peter,” you confessed, still attempting to suck in his glazed cock.

“My sleepy girl,” he said as you moaned. “Let me fuck you to sleep, sweetheart.”

The ghost of his lips hovered over the peak of your shoulder for a moment, his breath kissing you before his flesh. His oxygen simmered into you and you could feel yourself fall deeper in love with him as if a spell had been cast onto you or his very own air was a potent drug.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he whispered. 

The intimacies you have shared were dear to you, each memory hidden in a mental shoebox. The evocation of each kiss to your eyelids because he supposed they needed more love than any other part of your body. The rinds of clementines for breakfast and cigarettes for dessert. A handful of receipts from Katz’s and a pair of MetroCards. Polaroids from New Year’s. A handful of stars.

And now, it was the full moon that you wanted to lasso and place in your keepsakes. It watched as you shared that first cigarette and here it watched as you shared your bodies with each other.

He treated your body with the utmost care, his adoration clear as he gently warmed his head at your already wet entrance. You wondered what you looked like to him with this wash of moonlight on your face. You wondered if you looked as ethereal as he did. 

You could feel your cheeks blush as he slowly entered you, stretching you out as if he had all the time in the world. When you were finally filled with him, he kissed your forehead and then your cheeks in the shape of a cross. It felt like a blessing and a prayer in one.

“My sweet girl, I love you,” his breath was warm against your ear. The chill ran through you, your arch contorting at his own air. “I love how you wrap around me, baby.”

He rolled into you with an unhurried pace, the tempo slow and guiding you to sleep as he wanted. His cock made you drunk and woozy with pleasure. His languid movements were lulling you into a peaceful state. It felt like you were a star among the planets, vibrating with luminescence and hopeful dreams.

There was an endless overflow of I love you’s in the air, hanging beautifully like stars on a string. You echoed each other. Sang and professed. Cried and groaned. A confession for a confession.

 You let him take you, pull out the pieces of yourself you never knew existed. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nearly cutting off your oxygen supply, and buried his face into the crook of your neck as he pumped himself into you. As he pushed cosmos into your belly and his cock languidly grinded you into oblivion, you could feel the tears return.

There were solar systems bubbling up inside of you, the night’s sad song blooming in your limbs. Everything felt like a dance between the moon and his wife. Your sweet Peter guiding you through indigo with his gravity, letting the waves of pleasure and exhaustion rush through you. You swore you could almost touch the space between Earth and the moon.

“Do you feel my love?” He asked, pressing his lips on your temple and you swore you could just taste it. It was cigarettes and orange soda. Stardust and fireworks. Desperation and worship.

“I do,” you writhed beneath him.

You shut your eyes and let the love wash over you.

a/n: happy hump day babiesss, almost done with the week!

im not sure if this really counts as fluff but i really tried lmfao. peter and reader have an easier time sleeping when they’re together andd i imagine this is an au where peter gets therapy and has the emotional capacity to have a girlfriend. really couldn't have done it without his therapist (that mans got problems and is still working through them, clearly). he probably annoyed the shit out of his therapist, spending his whole sessions just talking about you, his trusted and beloved friend. luckily, reader is a simp and is willing to trust him. i wonder how long that will hold up! oops

+ shout out to sade for the utmost vibes and @secretaccountlol​ for talking to me at three in the morning. we come alive in the night xoxo

newest fic here: have mercy (mcu! peter x silk! reader)